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He said, "I think old man, you need to sit down and let a real man take this young lady for a spin. If she's good we'll bring her back in the morning."
Zoe hung onto my arm and looked scared. I looked at the three of them and smiled. "When I see a real man I might consider it, but as I don't why don't you just piss off."
No, I'm not a martial arts champion nor was I a member of the SAS. What I did have was a pair of eyes and I could see Mike and a couple of bouncers closing in behind them.
Laughing boy moved closer to me and poked me with his finger. And again no I wasn't a martial arts expert, but I did get basic self-defence training before I went to the Falklands and of course years of experience with the human anatomy. I grasped his finger and bent it back forcing him to his knees. His two friends stepped forward but were stopped by the bouncers. Mike took him by the arm and the three of them were escorted out of the bar.
Mike came over, "I'm sorry about that, he gets a few beers under his belt and he thinks he's god's gift to women. That not the first time I've had to throw him out but it will be the last."
It had been so quick I don't think many people had noticed anything happening. I kept my arm around Zoe and suggested that it was probably a good time to go back to our rooms. I paid our bill, refusing Mike's offer to forget it. We said our goodbyes to him and Julie. We exchanged contact details, and the girls hugged and cried and promised to keep in touch.
I think that we were both too tired to do anything but fall in to bed when we got back to the room. Zoe curled up, half on me and was asleep within minutes. I lay there for quite a while, my mind still processing all the changes in my life. Less than a month ago I was a single man, with a dear friend who kept me sane, and was in love with me, but I was too blind to realise. Now in a way that I don't fully comprehend I am deeply in love with my secretary of thirteen years and have asked her to marry me. I am also with the full approval of my fiancée, having sex with two other women, both of whom I want to live with as well. Funny how life changes when you least expect it.
I lay back and I could feel the warmth of Zoe's breath on my chest as she slept. I was looking forward to the next few days traveling with her and the opportunity get to know her. Then there was the anticipation of seeing Mila in a couple of weeks, and the knowledge that by the end of the year all three of my lovers would be with me.
To be continued
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- COMMENTS
Anonymous6 months agoDear author; You write a hellava tale. A cordial medical mentor transforms into a sexual Odysseus.
Despite his maturity in retirement, he has a polyamorist relationship with young medical paramours instead of adopting them. He's fit and not dying or delusional. A medical Merlin or Pendragon?
(Definitely a Lancelot!)
MidwestSoutherner8 months agoQuibble: you have Zoe as being from Big Bend, Wisconsin. You have her father working in the planning department in Milwaukee. You don't specify if it is city of Milwaukee or county of Milwaukee. Doesn't matter. Not possible.
A 20-something 5th year; until approx. 10 years ago, it was against the law to work for the city and not live in the city limits. Ditto for the county. Cops, firefighters, county hospital employees, school teachers, etc. etc. I have family that was given orders to move back into the county immediately or be terminated.
Just saying.
SlithyToveover 1 year agoWell, it's Literotica so I guess it's understandable that realism takes a holiday. That said, I have to confess that I don't understand why the story was so pointed at the beginning about how upstanding the MC was, and how none of his female coworkers (other than, of course, his secretary) would do anything remotely personal with him, but once he's retired he has no issue with sleeping with someone who's going to be his student, and can explain away his issues via his contract but not really worry about hers.
Anonymousover 1 year agoLife is definitely very sweet for Mike. I can't wait to read the next chapter
hairyheadover 1 year ago@andyhm I am part way through reading Chapter 2 of this tale and I have to say that it is sickly sweet as most of your other stories seem to be. What a load of shite!!
As a 59 year old who is in good shape and good looking I know that the chances of a 20+ year old or even a 30+ year old jumping into the sack with me is nigh on impossible, As for falling in love within a few hours/days/weeks months for fuck sake get a grip.
You can clearly write. You can create and develop characters. You can develop situations. But PLEASE build in a sense of realism instead of the drivel you are currently creating.
Finally, a 50+ CANNOT perform, sexually, as you write. I am in a similar category, am fit and have a high libido but never in a million years could I do what you write. Get grip on reality you TWAT.
