Special Weapons and Tactics Ch. 03

"God, I hope not! I mean, I do remember and miss all the hot sex we used to have together..."

She trailed off and I could see she was blushing, but she continued, "the doctor seems pretty confident with some trial-and-error dosage work and further counseling, my natural sexuality will return. It's all still more of an art than a science, and sex IS a lot more complicated for women than men in just so many ways. As Rachel puts it, "there won't ever be just one pill like Viagra for women. And love itself is still the greatest and longest lasting aphrodisiac for all us poor souls." But I also can say that I got those goosebumps and chills and then the total relaxed feeling like I HAD just come, laying in your arms last night. But I feel bad for you because I now know sex is so important to you, as it is all men from discussions with Rachel, in so many ways. Here I am failing you again as just a woman, if you would even want me now."

"Just worry about yourself for now. Your own mental health is just so important for the kids. And for me, too, OK? Let's go in your room and you get some more rest. I'll be fine."

Would I be fine? I didn't know. I still couldn't just trust her and I also knew lying next to her in bed would be a kind of torture. Maybe sweet, maybe not. Now that I was almost fully recovered from the shooting injuries and pretty much back in shape, my own libido was also more than normal. Damn it.

We retired to the bedroom and despite that king bed she was glued to my side as we watched another innocuous movie. Soon she was breathing deeply and regularly, and I looked at her face in repose. She WAS beautiful and seemed more at rest than I had seen her in literally years. Her body was warm and soft against mine, and despite my growing erection I faded off to sleep before I even knew it.

I woke up next morning with my ex-wife still pressed against me. She also had her hand inside my sweat pants and stroking my morning erection. I looked at her and she was smiling and whispered "Abbie's asleep behind me - let's not wake her but please let me do this just for you."

And I didn't think that I wanted to but it did feel pretty darn good. Better than my own hand in just so many ways. I mean, a hand's a hand, right? Maybe not. The natural thing happened and it was all I could do to limit my movements and not make ANY noise. It felt like my head was coming off, and my body DID jerk a little with the force of my ejaculation. I just turned that into a normal getting out of bed movement and was happy to see Abbie was still sound asleep and undisturbed. I just took my shower and Susan actually joined me in the shower, humming away, and "helping me wash" - and I DID get hard again. Finally she looked at me and said, "can't I at least get a kiss from you?"

What could I do? She WAS wooing me and it's a hard thing to resist. I kissed her a tad reservedly, but she was soon moaning and our tongues were VERY busy.

"Wow," she said. "I think I'm actually getting wet - and NOT from the shower! But we've got some kids to feed..." and we just rinsed and got out of the shower.

That day at the beach she wore a new bikini. It was cut a little differently and the top barely contained her boobs and it looked like one or both were just about to fall out. Talk about an MILF! I observed her carefully as all kind of men and even teen boys apparently couldn't keep their eyes off her. On the other hand, she literally only had eyes for me. After our morning in the shower I had a hard time NOT having a constant erection. I also wanted to spend more time with my kids and especially Kimberley, but I sure didn't want to leave Susan alone either, with all the other wolves around. PLUS I had to keep an eye on Kimberley as now she had 4 guys teaching her how to surf. It was one of the best days of my life, actually.

It wasn't just Susan who was attentive and even willingly obedient - it was all the kids and even Kimberley. When I said it was time to head back to the condo to get cleaned up and ready for supper, there was no arguments - not even from Kimberley. She seemed to be doing real well handling her 4 new boy friends and did not dally at all when her Mom called her. I was proud of my oldest daughter's beauty and her poise and self-possession. I also got the impression they were proud of me as their father and being in a whole family again. Could I now deprive them of their feelings by just being too self proud - or too scared of possible further pain to myself?

This week was rapidly coming to a close - and I didn't want it too. What was next? OK - go slow, one day at a time.

After a nice quick dinner at one of the favorite seafood places we had found that also served great burgers, fries, and even chicken fingers, we all settled back in at the condo and found a nice family movie we could all enjoy together for a change. Again right around 10PM all the kids were practically asleep and headed off to their bedrooms. Abbie WAS asleep and I carried her to her bed and tucked her in and Susan also kissed her goodnight. Without really discussing it we both headed to now "our" bedroom and Susan hit the bathroom first.

When she came out she was wearing a nightgown I had never seen before. It was silk or rayon and came down to mid thigh - but was also slit to her waist on both sides. It did not appear that she was wearing anything underneath it, either.

I just looked at her kind of questioning and she blushed but almost whispered, "the truth is I have been wet pretty much all day, after our shower this morning. I wore that bikini to see how you would react to it. I didn't expect every OTHER man to be so interested - but you watching me and "stroking" me with your mere interest kept ME kind of hot and bothered. I haven't felt like this in a long time. Maybe we can just fool around a little bit tonight and see how it goes? I may not come but I'd do you any way you want..."

"You did look very sexy in that bikini today and I certainly did notice the other men looking at you and I could hardly look away myself. And this is quite a nightgown you're now wearing. You are still a very beautiful woman, Susan."

She climbed on the large bed and crawled on her hands and knees across it towards me. Before she actually laid down next to me I raised my hand and said "do that again - crawl away from me". And she did, looking over her shoulder as she crawled away from me and swiveled her hips at me. She wasn't wearing any matching undies - and her pussy and little tight anus were winking at me as she crawled around and then came back to me. I grabbed her and kissed her hard and she moaned and responded very hungrily. She also grabbed my cock and it was very very hard. I pushed her head down towards it and she started sucking on it and slowly worked it ever deeper into her throat. I was feeling her pussy and it was wet - not sopping as I remembered it once was, but it was something I could work with. I grabbed her leg and lifted it and scrunched down so I could lick her as she worked on me. She moaned a little and worked me even deeper into her throat. I was purposely lubricating her with my own mouth juices - spit - and she was definitely getting looser and wetter. I stuck a finger in her pussy as well and she seemed very tight. Tighter than I remembered. Penetration, if we got that far, was going to be - interesting.

I whispered to her, "Uh. I'm about to come if you don't stop that..."

But she didn't - she just kept working me with her whole mouth, tongue, and even throat - and my back arched as I spasmed and unloaded down her throat. While I was coming she backed off me just a tad so she she could suck my little head hard and completely drain me. I was still hard even after I had finished. Well, maybe "finished" wasn't quite the right word. She licked and sucked me a little bit more just to see if I would finally deflate, but when I didn't she climbed on and started working it in her. It was slow going and she was now incredibly tight.

Her eyes were shut and her face had a look of intense concentration and she swiveled and worked me ever deeper into her. Finally I was balls deep and she started humping - maximizing contact of her engorged clitoris and my cock and pubic bone. I thought I was good for a pretty long time but her single minded work on her own feelings and sensations and her very physically enthusiastic athletic fucking of me made it difficult not to lose it more quickly than I wanted to. I wanted to see how it would work out for her.

She was soon slick with sweat from her exertions and breathing very, very hard. Suddenly she kind of stiffened and whined a little bit, then just smiled and collapsed down onto me. Almost like she had passed out, that limp. I was still rock hard and I started thrusting up into her and I could feel her cunt muscles still contracting around my prick. And I grunted and came again. It felt even better than the first time.

Before I knew it I was asleep again with her on top of me. Much later in the night is when she finally moved off of me, toweled me off a little and covered me up while putting a robe on and unlocking the door in case Abbie had a nightmare or just needed to come in again. But she didn't this night. Maybe that was another good thing.

Today was Saturday and we were all going to another of the Cajun family gatherings. I had already explained my tentative plans to rent "half a house" for me and the kids while they were down here. That had turned out to be an interesting conversation.

Susan had started by asking, "how is it going to work for you with all the kids in your apartment? It's just two bedrooms, right? And who is going to look after them while you work?"

"I was a little worried about that but a friend of mine - the sister of one of my old Army buddies who now works for me - has offered to let me rent half her house. And even babysit if and when."

I could read her mind and was waiting for her to make some crack like, "an old Army 'buddy' like Jack?" But she had changed - matured - or just smartened up enough NOT to say that out loud. Instead she said "how well do you know her?"

And I answered truthfully. "Pretty well. We have sort of been dating a little. Just going out dancing and with mutual friends. That kind of thing. Look, she's part of a big family and a big ethnic community and they are all really pretty nice people. They have a monthly get-together - food and music and Zydeco dancing and one is coming up this Saturday if you'd like to meet her and them."

This was a tricky thing for Susan, I imagined. I wasn't going to force her to go. I'd like to take the kids but even that might be a bit risky and a smaller more intimate initial meeting of Jenny and Carla and their kids might be the wiser thing.

But Susan swallowed a couple of times and said, "OK. I think I'd like that. Uh, do you HAVE to go back to work this Monday?"

I merely nodded.

"Well, that's too bad. I have reserved this condo for another week, just in case. But I can cancel and only need to pay for two days. I, uh, was actually thinking I'd just stay down here in Mobile all summer anyway. I'll rent a suite at one of those Marriott extended stay places..."

Wow, this was all kind of news to me. I had no idea this had been her plan all along, or had it? We had actually had this conversation Friday at the beach and before her completed seduction of me last night.

And now here we all were in her BMW SUV driving back to Jenny's place for another all-day party.

We got there a little after noon and the setting up was in full swing. Jenny was in charge again but she saw us as we all walked up from the car. She gave me one of her patented smiles and kissed me on the cheek and looked expectantly at my family. I glanced back and saw both Kimberley and Susan were far from pleased looking. But I merely said, "everyone, this is Jenny and this is the house I have rented space in for us all while you are here with me. Jenny, this is my ex Susan and my eldest daughter Kimberly, JJ, Parker, and Abbie."

Jenny smiled very graciously at everyone and merely said, "welcome, and please have a good time here today. My son Joey is around here somewhere and John, I'll get him out here soon. Susan, would you like to help us with the setting up a bit? I'll introduce you to my cousin Carla and all the other women as they start showing up."

Right about then Frenchie and Gigi walked up and I introduced everyone again. JJ, and even Kimberley, seemed a bit awed by Gigi's beauty and her voice. Gigi started walking to the kitchen area with Jenny and Susan and Kimberley surprised me a bit by going with them. I saw all the girls laughing at something before they entered the house and Kimberley looked back at me with a big grin on her face, and I got the idea I was probably the cause of all the merriment - and it didn't bother me a bit. Ben grabbed a beer but it was mostly just lemonade for me today.

About then Joey came running up and said, "Hi, John - Mom sent me to make friends with your kids." And pretty soon he and JJ headed off to do the important things boys do.

I watched them walk off and Ben said, "Don't worry, Johnnie - we all watch the kids here OK."

And then Carla's daughter Kaylie walked up to meet Parker and Abbie and pretty soon they wandered off as well to meet some more of Kaylie's cousins.

In about an hour we all got together again and ate the lunch meal. And Susan looked really good and comfortable. Everyone seemed to be having a pretty good time. Jenny actually set next to Susan rather than me - it was like the women on one side of the long picnic table and us guys on the other - but Abbie insisted on sitting next to me. Music started about 3 again and some of the kids actually started the dancing, then slowly the dance floor became more grown-up occupied.

About 5 we all got together again for a sit down dinner meal. Which was even shorter for the kids who were having so much fun - important stuff - they could hardly sit long enough to eat. Kimberley met some of the younger teen cousins as well and was just hangin' with them. One of the girls taught her the basic dance step and she actually danced with a couple of teen boys as well. Gigi grabbed me for a dance after she and Francie had sung a set, and when we returned to our table I noticed Susan looking at me kind of wistfully.

I walked up to her and put my hand out and said, "Come on, honey - we can do this - just follow me." And she actually smiled shyly and got up. She was struggling just a tad. It had been a LONG time since we had done any partner dancing and who knew how her meds were affecting her? But I kind of had one trick I remembered from my heavier dancing days. I pulled her in to close body position and told her to "follow my body" and that's what she did. Good follows can do that and it takes the woman right out of all the "over thinking" part of dancing. Don't worry about the beat or the steps - just follow your partner's body. And that is exactly what she did and it was great. Then we could separate a little and I could twirl her a bit as well.

Soon she was dancing with Ben and then some of the other guys as well and I danced with Jenny and Francie and Carla and even Kimberley once. She seemed to like that and I was again just so proud of her poise and grace.

The not firm plan was we would head back after the dinner meal, but I didn't think anyone wanted to leave so early - but we DID have about an hour's drive back and I started trying to get everyone together about 7 and we finally loaded up the SUV about 8:30.

In about 15 minutes 3 of the kids were out - and Kimberley was kind of smiling and humming to herself. Susan also looked relaxed and pretty happy.

In bed that night Susan said, "Everyone was just so nice there today..."

"Yeah. I think they are all just real nice people."

"Jenny and I talked quite a bit today. I think she really likes you."

"Well, I like her too - quite a bit - but as just a friend, right now."

"Right now," Susan kind of whispered. Then, "Jenny said that I would be welcome to stay there with my family too, as long as you and the kids are there. How would you feel about that?"

To be honest it scared me a little - just like Susan herself scared me. Well. one thing I thought to myself - life with Susan wasn't EVER going to be boring again.

"I'm not sure. It would be OK with me, I guess. How do you feel about it?"

"You know, I'm not really sure either, now. Let me think about it the next couple of days while I chill on the beach. And I'll let you know what I decide, OK?"

"Sure, honey. I need to get the kids all settled in tomorrow and we'll just play it by ear. Everything is just up in the air right now. One day at a time."

Susan seemed down a little after our talk and we just cuddled at that point. Everything that had happened today MUST have been stressful for her. They were strangers to her. They were all nice people but still strangers to her - while several were very good friends of mine and must have given her insight into my other life that I was developing separate from her and my kids. ******** Susan:

John didn't make love to me last night and I was discouraged. Jenny was definitely a concern. It wasn't just that she was beautiful, it was that she was just so damned nice. And sane. It was the niceness and the saneness I just felt like I couldn't compete with. I wanted John back, but I also loved him enough to just want him happy AND my kid's happy and I just had to come in last in that whole equation if that is what it took. I really wanted to talk with Rachel - Dr. Horowitz - about the whole situation before I made the decision to move in at Jenny's. This was the main reason I put it off, especially after John made no move to love me last night.

Everyone was a little subdued the next morning at breakfast, with the kids realizing I was not joining them that day in their move-in. At the same time, JJ couldn't hardly NOT talk about his new friend Joey, and Parker also really liked Kaylie and so did Abbie. This was also a scary thing for me. I almost decided to go with them right then anyway but I tried to rationally handle my fear and not let it panic me. I knew how terribly THAT could turn out and Rachel and I were definitely focusing on "impulse control" and also "delayed gratification."

So I held it all together and helped the kids pack everything up and load John's car. Then I hugged them all and I gave John the best kiss I could, and he told me he would call me tonight and check in with me. And then they were gone.

I went in the condo and cried a little bit. I was "down" but it felt like a pretty normal down and not any kind of bat-shit crazy. The day was sunny and nice and I decided I WOULD just hit the beach and chill-out a little. There weren't many people there today, and I knew even fewer would be out tomorrow and Tuesday. Sunday was an exit travel day for many visitors.

His name was Sam O'Donnell, he said. He had walked by me a couple of times and I thought he was checking me out from behind his Oakley Sunglasses, but he wasn't obvious. He was wearing a straw cowboy hat and those red trunks like lifeguards or beach boy vendors wore. He finally did walk up to me and started chatting me up. He was just a boy - like mid-20's max - and he looked like a little Brad Pitt, 5'9" and 160 maybe, same cute dimples and eyes and quite the humorous little spiel. I couldn't help but laugh. He was beyond harmless.

He finally got around to mentioning he was from an "old money" Alabama family and his father was a state Senator looking to run for Lt. Governor the next election cycle. He was totally self-deprecating about it all and said he really didn't like his family and was even a bit tired of all his stuck-up younger "rich" friends and was just taking a week off at the beach for himself. And I swallowed it all.