The Marital Bed

With time on my hands, I was checking on the addition's progress, cleaning out an old shed behind the garage that probably hadn't been looked at in twenty years, and eventually, organizing and cleaning Grandpa's workshop and the garage which had been overtaken with all his work and tools.

I was nervous about that, but the first time Grandma came out to see what I was up to, she just looked around, and left. She had that confused look again, and I knew it was a bad day.

Roger had not made an appearance in a couple of days, and it was nice when he showed up the following morning. I was back to working on the cabinets, in full workshop apparel with Grandma's newly stained chair ready for a final finish. I let him get settled in before I started grilling him.

"So, 'Dan,' I hear you've been kissing my wife," is how I started.

The man turned bright red. "Jesus, Logan! The woman is a fiend!"

"Not so funny now, is it? With the shoe on the other foot."

He grinned. "Yeah, but you gotta admit, it is kind of funny. You know Mom made it pretty clear that wasn't the first time that I'd kissed her. I mean, Dan kissed her. The woman is a total tease."

"Did you tell Caroline?" I asked.

He took a moment to reply. "Did you tell Dana?"

"Everything. Including Grandma kissing 'Dan.' "

He grinned. "Good. Cause I told Caroline everything. She hasn't stopped teasing me ever since. How about you?"

"Pretty much the same. I think it bothers Dana a lot more that you kissed Grandma, then the fact that she's been almost attacking me."

"Mom kissed me," Roger insisted.

"Oh, right. And the butt fondling?"

He turned bright red. "It wasn't fondling, I mean, I barely touched her, and it was just for a couple of seconds."

I couldn't help but laugh. "You don't have to tell me, I get it. Trust me. She's a wild woman."

He laughed along with me. "Yep. I get the feeling that Dad was a very, very lucky man."

He was holding a piece for me, when Grandma made her appearance. I should have known. She had some kind of sixth sense, when it came to me working out there. Then again, with the fan going, and running some of the tools, I wasn't exactly quiet. "Who's your handsome friend, Billy?" she asked, smiling at Roger.

I thought Dad was going to lose it. Grandma came over and slid her arm around my waist tilting her head up for a kiss. It was kind of my duty to deliver. "This is Roger," I said.

She let go of me and stuck out her hand. "Pleased to meet you, Roger. What brings you by? Here to check out the work? Best dang woodworker for a hundred miles." She had a huge smile on her face and a sparkle in her eye, as she clung to his hand. I was getting a pretty clear idea of how Grandpa had been so successful.

"You know the counter over at McPherson's? That's Billy's work. And the library at the courthouse? My Billy. Even the Mayor knows where to go for the best. Most of his office was Billy's work. So what can we do for you?"

Roger was wishy-washy, and Grandma did her thing. It only took her a few minutes to drag him inside the house so he could see some of the completed work inside. She looked over her shoulder at me, giving me a wink.

Ten minutes later, she was back, with Roger in tow. She was holding his hand. "I'll let you boys finish up the details. I've got a ham that I need to get working on, and a lot of potatoes to peel." She gave me a quick wink, then turned and faced Roger. "You won't regret choosing us, I promise," she said, with more than a promise implied in her voice. "You're welcome to stay for dinner. There's more than enough."

She gave him a kiss on the cheek, then planted a big kiss on me, before leaving us.

"Spill," I said.

Roger was blushing something fierce. "I guess you're going to be building me a complete set of built in cabinets for my dining room. Floor to ceiling, doors top and bottom, six foot tall glass doors through the middle. Hand carved decorations, which we need to work out." He shook his head slowly. "That woman could sell ice to Eskimos."

"So, Roger, did you kiss my wife again?" I teased.

"Damn it, I told you, she kissed me! How was I supposed to stop her?"

I couldn't help but laugh, and was still chuckling when Grandma opened the door and poked her head in. "Billy, I know you're busy, but could I see you for a minute?" She looked over at Roger, smiling. "I hope you don't mind, Roger."

"Uh, no, of course not."

"We'll only be a moment, I promise." She looked back at me, and raised an eyebrow.

"On my way," I said, removing my toolbelt.

I was barely in the kitchen before she was on me. I was verifying I still had my tonsils before she spoke.

"The man's a liar, but he had cash. Like we're supposed to believe he has a four thousand square foot house. Puh-lease! I think he was trying to show off for me."

"Have you been naughty, Dana?"

She grinned, rubbing her body against mine. "Just a little, honey, I swear. He paid cash! One hundred dollars! I had to do something. You're not mad, are you?"

"How could I ever be mad at you, Dana?"

She giggled, and picked up the stack of twenties off the table, fanning them out, and waving them. "He must be rich. I started out almost double the cost, and he accepted straight up. No dickering at all. One hundred dollars as just a deposit. Can you believe it?" She threw herself at me again, kissing me hard. "You're supposed to go do the measurements, so we can give him a final price. I think he'll go for at least six hundred. Maybe more!"

"That's a lot of money. We don't want to cheat the guy."

She gave me her pout. "He has the money, and you're worth every penny. We wouldn't be cheating him. We're just finally getting paid what you're worth. He even said we could use him as a referral. Don't be mad, honey." She had snuggled up close, and her hands were wandering. "This is good news. Great news. You need to do the best job ever, and I'm going to make sure you're rewarded." She placed her lips near my ear. "I think this might be an extra-naughty night. You know, that thing you want me do with my mouth?"

Her hand was rubbing my crotch, and moments later, it was squeezing my erection through my pants. "You like that idea, don't you? I'll be a dirty woman for you Billy. Tonight. Promise me, you won't take any less than six hundred, and I'm going to drive you crazy."

"Six hundred?" All I could think was that back in the 60's that was a lot of money.

She nodded, her hand still holding my erection. "Please, Billy. I know he can afford it. I can tell. It's a lot of work."

"All right, it's a deal," I said.

She squealed like a little girl, and hugged me. "I'm gonna make it worth your while, I swear. Now go take care of business, while I make you a feast worthy of a king! I'm thinking that chicken fried steak you love so much, and fresh beans out of the garden. If you're a good boy I might even make my cherry cobbler."

Dinner that night was nothing less than fabulous, and Grandma was in a terrific mood again. It still seemed more than weird to me, how she could seem completely normal in the evening, with the whole family around, when that morning she'd been living so far in the past.

* * *

It was a lot of things. I'd spent eighteen hours straight resolving the first serious issue on my project. It was one of those subtle errors, only showing up under certain circumstances. I was still awake emailing in my fixes, when Dana left for work, taking little Caroline and two of the neighbors off to horse riding camp. The boys had already left in their respective camp carpools.

I was hopped up on caffeine, exhausted but unable to sleep. After laying down for a useless, restless hour, my mind still focused on the project issues, I headed out to the garage. Working on the cabinets would let my mind get away from the coding marathon.

Grandma came out and checked on me. She was dressed in one of her summer dresses, and brought me a snack. "You look tired, Billy," she said. She rubbed my shoulders. "Maybe we've taken on too much work. You could hire an assistant. We can afford it."

Being tired probably made me a little cranky. "I'm fine. I'm just going to finish this up." My tone wasn't all that friendly. I wasn't in the mood to play at being Billy.

"I'm serious. Maybe you should take a break. Why don't you come in, and I'll make you feel all better," she said, her teasing hand running down my rear.

That was all I needed. I doubted that Dana would be that understanding.

"Not now, Dana. I'm fine."

She didn't answer and was pouting when she left me.

It was almost lunch, when Grandma came back out.

"Enough!" she snapped, shocking me. "You're exhausted. You look like you haven't slept in a week. The work isn't that important. If we need some more time, I'll get it for us."

Alright, I'm an idiot sometimes. "Let me guess. You'll be naughty, right?"

I felt bad as soon as the words left my mouth. She looked shocked. Then she ran away from me, back into the house. Talk about feeling guilty.

Enough was enough. I was too tired to think straight, and I was moody. I put away my tools, and went looking for her. She was in her room with the door closed, and I decided to let her be. By that evening, she wouldn't even remember my screw-up. I took a quick shower, and climbed between the sheets, hoping for a few hours sleep before the house filled up again.

I woke slowly, to a familiar feeling. I was still in a sleepy haze, when I reached down and stroked her hair. "Dana," I murmured.

Tilting my head up, I looked down and the wrong Dana was sucking my cock.

"Dana?"

She pulled her lips off of me, and ducked her head. "Please don't look at me, Billy. Not when I'm doing this."

It seemed like a weird comment. I couldn't quite wrap my head around the whole situation. Grandma got even weirder, grabbing a pillow and holding it up between us, as her mouth took me in again. It was like she wanted to do it in private.

Not that I was going to argue. Grandma was pretty damn good at what she was doing. I knew it was messed up, but a hard cock has no conscience. I let her go on for a couple of minutes before I pulled the pillow away so I could see her. She immediately stopped her actions, turning away. Her hand was still on my cock, stroking me. The ring on her finger bothered me.

"Please, Billy! It's embarrassing," she said.

I sat up and saw that she was still fully dressed. A glance at the cock told me it was a little after two. I thanked my lucky stars that I didn't have carpool duty.

"You promised you wouldn't look, Billy. You promised!"

I lifted her frail body and pulled her up the bed, laying her down next to me. "What's wrong Dana?"

She pouted. "I'm sorry I yelled at you earlier. I know I'm not supposed to interfere with your work when you're in your shop. But you need to take care of yourself." She clung to me. "I'm scared, Billy. I keep seeing you out there, collapsed, on the floor. It's so real. I-I-I don't know what I'd do without you."

Her words haunted me. I was getting a feeling that she was remembering what had happened to Grandpa, even when she was living in the past. I hugged her. "I'm sorry I was cross with you. I was just tired. I took your advice, didn't I?"

She nodded slowly, looking up at me with the most trusting eyes, glistening with tears. "I love you so much, Billy. What's wrong?"

"What do you mean?"

"You ... You're different. You never want to come in for a little treat anymore. I used to always be able to get you to take a break for some love time. Are you tired of me? You don't have another girl, do you?"

How do you tell a crying seventy year old woman that the man she's in bed with is different? Not her husband. I know I couldn't.

I gave her a squeeze, and a quick kiss. "I'm sorry. I've got a lot on my mind. I haven't been a very good husband lately, have I?"

She shook her head. "No, Billy, you're a great husband, and we're doing so well, it's just ... I don't know, something's wrong."

I ran my hand down her back, until it was resting on her butt. I gave her a little squeeze, and she giggled. "That thing you were doing, that was really nice."

My god, the woman almost turned purple from embarrassment. She turned her head away. "You said we wouldn't have to talk about it, that you wouldn't peek."

Then she looked up at me, with a tiny grin. "You really do like that, don't you?"

"Yes, I do. It's amazing."

"Jeanie said you would. She said a lot of women do it now. You don't think I'm a ... a bad person, do you?"

I wanted to laugh. "No Dana, my love. I think it's a loving thing to do for your husband."

She nodded eagerly. "I never thought I could do something like that. Only, well, you know the kind of women that do that. But I knew you wanted me to. I knew it." Her hand had wandered back down to my cock, which has lost most of its stiffness. Feeling her cool hand holding my shaft helped remedy that.

"I love when you do that," I said.

"Why? It can't feel as good as, well, you know." She was blushing again.

"I guess it's just the idea that you would do it for me. That you love me that much."

That's when I got the big smile. "But I do love you that much! Nobody could love anyone as much as I love you. I'll do anything for you, Billy." She turned her head away, blushing again, her voice soft. "I ... I'll even let you watch, if you want. If you don't think I'm too dirty."

I chuckled. "Don't you get it, Dana? I'm yours, and you're mine. All of me, one hundred percent is yours. And vice-versa, I hope. You can't be too dirty for me. The naughtier you are with me, the more I know you're mine, totally."

She smiled. "I am, you know. Totally, completely yours. When I'm ... naughty with anyone else, that's just teasing. Playing around. Nobody else will be allowed to put their thing inside me, ever. Just you, my handsome man. And that includes my very naughty mouth."

She sat up, her hand stroking my cock. "Now lay back and relax, and let me show you how dirty I can be for the only man that matters."

I probably could have stopped things there, but I didn't. I watched her move between my legs, and lick my shaft, before putting it in her mouth. She looked up at me, and smiled, then pulled away. "You're watching."

"I can't help myself. You're beautiful. I love you so much."

She giggled. "I love you more, and I'm about to prove it."

She took me back in her mouth, and when she caught me watching her again, she gave me a wink, and went back to work. I only lasted a couple of minutes. There was something so taboo, so wrong, so dirty, that it was driving me crazy. My wife's blowjobs, which weren't all that common, were a lot better. But this, this was heart stopping.

"I'm close, Dana," I moaned. "Gonna ..."

I gasped when she pulled her head away and stroked me rapidly. I groaned for her as I erupted, making a mess, all over her hand and my belly and crotch. She finished me, then climbed off the bed, returning with a towel, one end moistened. She cleaned me up, and gave my cock a little kiss. Then she climbed up the bed, and gave me a big one. "Finish your nap. I hope you know now, just how much I love you. There is no man in the world, no money amount, that would make me do that for anyone else."

I kissed her, long and slow. "I know. Ours is a love for the ages."

She smiled. "Sleep. I've got a dinner to take care of. And you're going to need your strength. I've got plans for you tonight, buster."

The next time I woke, it was the other Dana climbing into bed with me. "Project all caught up?" she asked, cuddling up to me.

"All done for now."

"Dinner's almost ready. Otherwise, I'd let you have your way with me," she teased, her hand rubbing where her grandmother had been not that long ago.

"We have to talk," I said.

"About?"

"Grandma. It's gotten bad. A lot worse."

"I know, Mom told me about Roger," she was actually giggling. I imagine that wouldn't be for long.

"No, Dana. I'm serious, it's a lot worse."

That seemed to get her attention. Her hand stopped moving and she rose up on one elbow, looking down at me. "What? What happened?"

I didn't know how to put it gently, so I just told her. "I was sleeping, and I woke up to Grandma giving me a blowjob."

It was like I'd slapped her. "You're kidding, right?"

I shook my head slowly. "Not at all. It was one of those days when she was calling me Billy. I was working out in the workshop, and she got mad at me for working so hard, and said I looked exhausted. I ... I was cranky in my response, but she was right, I was zonked, so I went to bed to take a nap. When I woke up, she was, well, you know."

"I can't believe this," Dana said. She sounded more shocked then mad. "You stopped her, of course."

"I, uh, did, for a while—"

"For a while!?"

"She was upset. It's hard to explain. She was telling me how she was scared; she kept seeing me collapsed on the floor in the workshop."

"Oh God! She was remembering!"

"She was so upset, I couldn't tell her I wasn't Grandpa, that he really was dead, on the workshop floor. I ... oh crap!" I said, embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Dana. I didn't mean to. But I couldn't turn her away. I let her. Hell, who am I kidding? I even encouraged her."

"Damn it, Logan! This isn't like kissing her!"

"Don't you think I know that? That's why I had to tell you right away. I feel like crap. I'm so very sorry, Dana. I'm going to stop this. I won't let her call me Billy anymore. This isn't right."

She was quiet for a moment. "So you're going to just shut her down. Tell her she's hallucinating or something?"

I sighed. "What am I supposed to do, Dana? What the hell am I supposed to do?"

She rolled over, lying on her back. "I don't know. This is really messed up. You cheated on me, Logan. I never thought it could happen. I would have said it was impossible."

"I'm sorry. I promise it will never happen again. Never. I didn't go looking for it, and I swear, if it was anyone else, any other situation, it wouldn't happen. I just didn't know what to do."

We lay there, quiet, both lost in our thoughts. I know I felt bad, confused, torn. Then she rolled onto her side, staring at me. It shocked me when a little smile showed up on her lips. "How was it? Was she good?"

I was stunned. She kept looking at me, finally raising one eyebrow, waiting for my response.

"It was pretty bad, and pretty incredible at the same time."

"Oh really?"

"She wasn't that good. From the way she talked, it sounded like when she was young, good girls didn't do things like that. She didn't want me to see her when she did it. It was really weird, and she was obviously very inexperienced."

"And that was incredible," Dana said, the sarcasm heavy in her voice.

"Of course not. But it was the idea, that she would do that, even when she thought it was a terrible, filthy thing to do, she'd do it out of love. That was pretty incredible. Of course I couldn't help but thinking about how ... taboo it was. How wrong."

"Of course."

"What do you want me to say, Dana? You're ten times as good, on the rare occasion you're willing. It was just that, well, how badly she wanted me to be happy, to show how much she loved me. That was pretty intense."

"The rare occasion?" Dana said angrily.

Oops. I'd stepped in it. "Be honest. You know we don't do it very often."

"Jesus H. Christ, Logan! Do I ever turn you down for sex? Aren't I willing, and loving? Do you really have any complaints? I think we have sex more than any other couple I know!"

This wasn't going well. "I think we have a great love life, and you're incredibly generous in bed. I have no complaints. It was just an observation. It doesn't mean anything. So I only get a blowjob a couple of times a year. I'm not complaining."