Picking Up the Pieces

"Like what for instance? To me, you seem to have it all together."

"Thank you. The truth is...I'm scared. I'm scared for the future of my kids if I ever got sick and couldn't provide for them. I have and older brother and a younger sister, but I don't expect them to drop everything to come help me...they live on the west coast and have families of their own...so it's just my mom and she hasn't been in good health lately."

Suddenly, I found myself dumping on Larry and I had to wonder if he thought I was here to bag me a father for my kids. Out of desperation to change the subject, I said with a smile,

"Hmmm, a swim would be just the thing now."

Larry was probably hoping for a break in my whining and suggested,

"There's a secluded cove where I go swimming...not far from here...no one to see us swimming." I nodded and soon Larry was rowing us to his secluded cove. Once we got there, Larry dropped the anchor and said,

"My cottage is up that way...not far from here. The road veers away a hundred feet past my cottage, but it doesn't go all around the lake because of the wet lands at this end. Most of the other cottages are along the road, but there are no cottages down this way and if you're looking for a secluded spot...this is it."

I nodded and pulled off my T-shirt up over my head and noticed Larry smiling. By nature, I a very conservative gal, but yet a part of me desires to let my hair down and enjoy the moment and the moment was here...now. My shear lace bra barely held my boobs as they bobbled and jiggled while I struggled to slip off my kaki shorts. Larry was ear to ear smiles and so was I when he removed his T-shirt and shorts. It was then that I couldn't help notice the huge bulge in his jockey shorts. He was very endowed I imagined, but soon when he was wet...I would really know for sure. Larry swung his legs over the side of the boat and then he silently slid into the water. He worked his way to where I was seated and said,

"The water is perfect for swimming...almost like a heated pool, but that's why the fish weren't biting...they like cold water."

Larry did a back stroke away from the boat and I undid my bra and slid off my panties and swung my legs over the back of the row boat and eased myself into the delightfully warm water. I couldn't believe that I was naked...so unlike myself. I wasn't a hussy or a morally loose woman, but here I was swimming towards a man and I was totally naked. In fact, the last man to see me naked was my ex and that was over three years ago. Larry smiled when I came up beside him and said as I treaded water,

"Well, the least you can do is take off your jockeys...only to be fair."

Larry pushed down his shorts and then threw them into the boat...now we were both naked and admiring one another. Larry pulled me to him and kissed me with growing passion...I kissed him back. As we kissed, I could feel his growing cock pushing against my flabby belly...but it felt wonderful. I haven't felt anything so erotic in a very long time. Not even my ex at the height of passionate sex sent me higher than I was feeling now...at this very moment. Larry's hands soon found my lopsided breasts...fondling me like I have never been fondled before. It was then that I realized that tonight, I might not be sleeping alone, but in his bed and the possibility of making love to this man sent me even higher. As we explored each other, I found that my feet were touching bottom. I smiled and mentioned,

"It's not very deep here?"

"No...just a few feet...why?" I whispered into his ear what I was thinking,

"Maybe we can finish this on the shore? Swimming is fine for fish, but we aren't fish."

Larry winked his agreement and said,

"I have a thick army blanket in the boat...be right back."

Larry left me and went to get the boat. I swam until I was in waist deep water then waded the rest of the way to the secluded beach and looked around and seeing no one...I waited for Larry. It felt odd to be standing out in the open totally naked, but in my frame of mind...I didn't care. I wanted to get laid and made love too in the worst way. I must mention that this wasn't in my game plan, but plans do change when we least expect them to. Larry pulled the row boat on shore, then grabbed the army blanket and spread it on the gravel and sand beach near some drift wood. There was no way for someone to see us...to see what perverted sensuous activity we will be involved...not that the enjoyment of sex was perverted. Larry embraced me again and we kissed...my growing passion filling every part of my naked body. Larry's cock was now erect and shoving between my crotch...rubbing against my pussy mound.

I broke the passionate embrace and knelt down to worship the ample manhood that confronted me. Larry just stood there, while I pleasured him with sucking and licking...then finally deep throating this magnificent love beast. The tip of his engorged cock banging the back of my throat and I gagged for air...but I didn't stop. Again and again I sucked on his cock...pre cum dripping into my satisfied mouth. I looked up to see Larry had closed his eyes...enjoying the oral sex I was pleasuring him with. I slowly withdrew my mouth and got down on the army blanket and spread wide for him and then he laid down at my pussy and started sucking my clit. Oh my Gawd...I couldn't believe this was happening to me, but yet it was. The reality was even better than my sick perverted fantasies that I secretly had since my untimely divorce from Tom. Larry was way better than Tom ever was because now there was a comparison. Before, I had no one to compare my ex too, but now...oh my Gawd...Larry is a better lover. Larry pleasured my cunt for almost half and hour...far longer that I pleasured his cock. Between my moans and groans, I said simply and too the point,

"Please...fuck me."

Larry flashed me a smile and lifted my ass a bit and mounted me. His engorged cock sliding up and down my neglected pussy, but waiting for the right moment to drive into me. He was teasing me but I loved it. Tom never did that...he just drove straight into me without much fanfare. Larry reached under himself, took his cock, put the cock head to my pussy opening...then reared back his hips...drove forwards. Suddenly I felt his ten inch cock inside me. I tried to pull away because it felt uncomfortable at first, but he held me down and continued to ream my pussy. To feel a warm hard cock driving deep inside yourself is hard to describe, but thank God for passion because the brain will try to analyze every feeling. He pushed and pulled his cock in a rhythmic cadence which soon had me calling out his name and begging him not to stop. I must have climaxed several times, but Larry was still going strong and to be honest, I had to wonder if he'll cum at all? However, I'm not on birth control and he's not using a condom so I really don't want another child if he does erupt in me. Suddenly Larry stopped and pulled out, then turning me on my stomach...what? Then I felt his cock in my anal canal and realized he was getting ready to butt fuck me. Never in my life was I ever butt fucked...I said,

"Larry, I can't do this. You're too big for my asshole."

Larry showed me a jar of Vaseline that he had in his tackle box and said,

"Relax...let me do the driving."

Larry greased up his cock and then pulled me to my knees...my butt high in the air while my chest was on the blanket. Well, this was a first in my book. At first, Larry eased into my anus with just the tip of his cock. I let out a moan because it felt like I was taking a shit, but it hurt. Then he pushed in a little further...I moaned again...more pain. Larry leaned over to kiss the back of my neck, letting me get used to his cock that was buried about three inches inside my ass. Then he pushed a little more and the pain I was feeling suddenly disappeared. Soon, Larry was up to his hairy balls deep into my never fucked asshole. I swooned because this was a totally new experience for me. Larry asked how I was doing and I told him that I was fine and not to stop. Larry obliged and soon was pushing and pulling his ten inch cock in and out of my ass.

To be totally honest, I didn't think butt fucking could trigger my orgasms because there are no sensory nerves in the anal canal like there are in a vagina. Boy...was I wrong. Soon multiple orgasms hit me like a Mack truck. Soon, I was begging Larry not to stop. Soon, Larry erupted, sending his warm cum deep inside my ass to the point of it oozing from my cock plugged asshole. After Larry's cock deflated, he slipped out and rolled me on my back and held me...embracing gently me for time. We didn't talk much, but we both knew this was going to be a wild weekend of love making. After we dressed, we got back in the row boat and rowed back to his cottage. That night we made love in is bed and further explored the joys of unbridled lust and passion.

Sunday afternoon after making love for most of the morning, I drove home to my not so spectacular life of loving mom and real estate agent. The down side to my wild weekend with Larry was that he and I never became an item. It seems, my ex was cheating behind Karen's back and they split. She went back to Larry with some sob story and wanted to get back with him. He took her back...hook, line and sinker...the gullible stinker, but at least Tom hasn't come crawling back to me for a second chance. Not long after our passion filled weekend, Larry and Karen moved up to the Scranton area to begin a new life and me...well, I was left holding the bag...again. I realize now that I could love and be loved in return, but can I ever trust another man again? Only time will tell I guess?

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Around mid July...a month later, I was in my small cubical doing my paperwork because it was an in office day for me. I had no scheduled meeting or houses to show. During the week I shown twelve homes to five clients...got a firm maybe on two, but that's okay. I usually find that people like to think about it a while, but they always come back with an offer to buy. A month has passed since my wild weekend with Larry and he was becoming a distant mixed emotion memory. In that I mean the sex was great, but the aftermath was a bit of a disappointment. I really thought we clicked and might have continued seeing one another, but that was just wishful thinking on my part. You know those late night infomercials selling everything from exercise gadgets, weight loss pills and get rich schemes, but give the usual disclaimer...your results may vary? Well...my results never are never good...when it comes to relationships.

It was mid afternoon and I needed a coffee fix. The office break room was located way on the other side of the office from my cubical. I didn't mind the walk because it gave me a chance to chat with my gal friends along the way. However, my boss, Mr. Collins, was making his rounds and I had no recourse but to head straight for the break room. As I got to the break room, Mr. Collins asked,

"Angela...hi, did you get a chance to type up that counter offer for the Reynolds property?" I nodded and gave a big smile and said,

"Just finished it...should I bring it to your office?"

"No, no hurry. I'll pick it up on my way back to my office...thanks anyway." I nodded again and he left. I went into the break room and sighed to myself...

"Stupid, stupid woman. The office hunk talks to you and all you can say is...office drivel." I poured a mug of coffee and leaned against the counter and thought,

"But...what else could I do...this is work, my job and livelihood. This wasn't some rendezvous for drinks after work. Besides, who lusts after an average looking thirty-seven year old divorced woman with three kids at home...no one, that's who?"

I sighed again and went back to my cubical...still thinking about Tom Collins. Tom Collins is our department manager and is only answerable to fifty-five year old Pamela Rossi, the owner of Lewith and Freeman Real Estate. He's thirty-five, single and available, but in my fantasies, he's always available to me. He has the physic of an athlete, the rugged good looks of a movie star and a personality to match. When I sat down at my computer, I noticed that the Reynolds offer I had typed was gone...he had been here. Just the fact that he visited my little non-descript cubical was exciting, but during a normal business day, he visited many such cubicles. The single attractive girls probably got visited more often I imagined. I must have been light years away when...

"Angela...it's Friday and you know what that means. A few of us are going over to O'Flynn's after work...you in?" I instantly nodded and asked with a broad smile,

"Okay, but no staying 'til eleven like last time. My mom almost had kittens when I got home so late." Carol, my best friend and fellow teammate on the West Side Comets, smiled and gave me a devilish wink and said,

"Oh sure Angela...no problem."

I wasn't so sure. When we get together...all hell breaks loose. Age wise, I was the youngest in our small band of office sisters. There was Carol of course, a thirty-nine year old divorcee and savvy man hunter...there was Cindy, a forty-two year old married lady, but from the way she acted, you would never know it. She never mentions her husband or talks about her marriage when we have a girl's night out. Last in my gal pal office group is Wanda...a forty year-old beauty who happens to be bi sexual. However, bi or straight, our little group always has fun.

The magical hour of 5pm soon arrived and the four of us left the office and headed down to O'Flynn's two blocks away. O'Flynn's pub was the unofficial watering hole on the west side for mostly young thirty something professionals like us. Um...you'll find doctors, lawyers, business people...just about any profession I guess at O'Flynn's. When we arrived, Pat O'Neil, the bar's owner greeted us,

"Welcome ladies...your usual booth is empty."

We greeted Pat with a smile and went to our booth. Our booth was in the corner near the window, because we didn't like standing at the bar...well I didn't. Our booth was secluded, but we could see everything that took place in the bar, plus we were able to have our gal talks in relative privacy. As we drank, we often checked out the men standing at the bar...except for Wanda, she eyed the women and men too I have to add. She was Bi after all and had the advantage of utilizing both sexes where the rest of us only looked at the guys. Cindy, who was married, leaned forwards and said,

"Check out the stud in the blue pin stripped suit and red tie...isn't he sexy?" Carol took a sip of her potent Martini and nodded and agreed...adding,

"I bet the meat between his legs is something to write home about." I couldn't help but laugh and admit,

"Speaking of which...did you guys see the bulge on Tom Collins today?" Cindy cracked an ear to ear smile and added,

"You couldn't miss it. You know what I think? He wasn't wearing underwear." Carol shook her head and mentioned,

"No, no...he probably wears boxers. Boxers allow a man's pecker to move around and expand if necessary. My ex wore boxers and his crotch was always bulging." Wanda who was pretty quiet up till now, pointed out a rather buxom blond standing at the bar and revealed,

"Her tits are like so fake." I had to ask,

"How can you tell...do you know her?" Wanda giggled and admitted,

"I seen her at a club I went to the other night and she was flashing the guys there. Her boobs were too perfect to be real...besides...there were little scars under each breast."

Cindy smiled and said,

"Silicone?"

"Silicone...a lot of silicone." Wanda repeated. I shrugged my shoulders and admitted,

"Well, if I had the money and the inclination...and didn't have three kids...I would buy myself some fake boobs so at least they'll match. It's embarrassing to be so lopsided." Carol nodded and agreed,

"Me too, but not to even my boobs out. As I get older, I need all the help I can get. Naturals are great...if you have a great set already, but I don't. I would love to be a 36DD or maybe whopping 38G's...and then dance naked and shake them in some horny stud's face." I was blushing and said,

"You vixen you. Would you really dance naked for some guy?" Carol flashed a big smile and said,

"I sure would...and gladly. Hell if I had the right equipment...why not? You're only young once...Angela."

Wanda agreed and revealed,

"What chance does a flat chested forty year old woman like me have competing with buxom blond twenty year olds...none...that's what."

We knew Wanda was right, but I wasn't out looking for a man...I'm just looking at guys. No harm in looking...right? Carol however...was. Ever since her divorce two years ago, she's been on the prowl and so far, she hasn't found her Mr. Right. However, she was sexually active in her endless quest for Mr. Right, but time was catching up to her and she knew it. She was thirty nine and growing older and by the time she's in her forties...she will find that she won't be able to turn a young man's head. Cindy never talked about her marriage before...now revealed,

"My husband left me six months ago and I haven't heard from him since." I was at a lost for words, but Carol took Cindy's hand and said,

"Baby...why didn't you tell us earlier? Maybe talking about it could have helped easy your pain." Cindy cracked a smile and said,

"I wanted to...so many times, but I didn't want you guys to think I was a bad wife or something. Um, Allen was restless and I guess I just didn't see the red warning flags. I think he might have run off with his secretary...but I'm not sure because she was married too."

I didn't know what to say. I sat quietly for a moment, then mentioned,

"Don't ever blame yourself, Cindy, for something stupid a man goes off and does. A man that is restless can never be kept home. My ex was the same way, except in his case, he wanted a woman that was wealthy with no kids and tossed me aside. Even my dad cheated on my mom a few times...So I guess men are very fickle animals and I still don't understand them."

Wanda agreed and offered her views,

"You right about that. My dad was a two-timing lush. However, my mom stuck with him through hell and high water and when he died, she was never the same. She needed his weakness to help her be strong." I smiled and asked Wanda,

"Did you love your father?"

"Yes I did...ironically, for all his shortcomings. He wasn't perfect either...just like me." I nodded and patted her on the hand and agreed,

"That's how I felt about my dad. I loved him in spite of himself."

Just then, Pat, the owner came over to our booth, carrying a tray of Martinis and put them down in front of us. Pat smiled and pointed to the bar and said,

"The two fine black gentlemen standing at the end of the bar sent these over with their complements...enjoy ladies."

We thanked Pat and then took our martinis and raised them towards our unknown benefactors. I smiled and leaned forwards and said quietly,

"Do any of you know them?" Carol looked and shook her head and admitted,

"I never saw them before...they aren't regulars." Cindy shrugged her shoulders and mentioned,

"Me neither, but they are kind of cute." Wanda rolled her eyes and mentioned,

"I don't know...this doesn't feel quite right. We all stick together...ok girls? No free agents...ok?" I nodded and had to agree,

"Yes...definitely. No telling who they might be. Besides, why us when here are so many hot-looking babes in here? What's up with that?" Carol nodded and added,

"Exactly...why us? Maybe these guys get off on lonely white women...for you know what."

"For what?" I asked innocently. Carol rolled her eyes and revealed,

"For sex...that's what. They may want to take us back to their hotel for a night of sexual pleasure." I tweaked up my eyebrows and asked