Brad and Ann have worked together for years. They have gone on business trips together, but never to Austin, When Brad tries to slip away for his usual afternoon dip at Hippie Hollow, Ann is determined she is coming along. Their very professional relationship turns into something else. Join in the fun as they work out their midlife crises in a week of sexual abandon
This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental
AFTER ALL THAT, it was barely nine. Too early to go to sleep.
“What now?” Ann asked.
“I have no idea. Maybe I’ll play the piano for a while. What about you?”
“Might as well come down and listen.”
“Give me fifteen minutes or so.” Partly because he needed to clear his bowels out. At least it felt like that, but maybe they were just sore from being fucked. God, he had done it all with guys now. The other reason was to try his wife again.
“Hi. How are you?”
“Okay. I’m not sure the kids are asleep yet.”
“That’s why I left the message the way I did. Not sure who was going to hear it.”
“So you did a movie before dinner?”
“Yep. Lots of special effects.”
“Call me back in a couple. I’m in the kitchen now.”
“Okay.”
He waited three minutes or so and rang again.
“Okay, I’ve got the bedroom phone in the bathroom now. What happened?”
“Well, they hired two young guys to do it with Ann. But they were more interested in doing it with each other.”
“So you were watching them?”
“What did you think?”
“The thing came.”
“That was fast.”
“It came with a whip.”
“Really.”
“Well, it was free shipping over twenty five dollars. So it was cheaper to get something extra. Either handcuffs or the whip.”
“Really.”
“Sound interesting? I’m going to lay you on your back at the edge of the bed and fuck your ass and whip your balls.”
“Sounds like fun.”
“I’m going to take the whip with us on Saturday, too.”
“Saturday?”
“Yeah we’re going over to Mary’s for dinner and whatever. I’ve already got the babysitter lined up.”
“Whatever?”
“Whatever. Mary and her boyfriend and whoever else shows up.”
“Oh.”
“You owe me that.”
“If that’s what you want.”
“If it is. If it isn’t we’ll go back home. We’ll take our whip and go home.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“Oh my God, one of the kids is up. Yes honey, I’m in the bathroom. I’m talking to daddy. Love ya. Got to go.”
“Love you.”
“A whip?” That from Ann, who had come into the room. “Sorry, I was coming over to see if you were ready, and then I realized you were on the phone.”
“It came with the strap-on she ordered.”
“Really. Katie seemed to know a lot about whips.”
“What about you?”
“Nope. Evan is very, very gentle. Too gentle.”
“None of your girlfriends?”
“There was this one who was really into it. She had, like, stuff. I walked into her place and saw all this stuff, it looked like the Spanish Inquisition.”
“And?”
“I walked back out. Ever been tied up?”
“Not before tonight. Seen it in flicks though.”
“Turn you on?”
“Maybe.”
“Which way?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like when I told you to pretend you were the girl having her ass fucked. Which way do you want to be that turns you on? The dom or the sub?”
“The who?”
“The dominant or the submissive.”
“Jane said she was going to whip my balls while she fucked me with the strap-on. That was a turn-on.”
“Really. Brad the guy who’s always in charge.”
“It just happens. Lately. Not that way at all when I was a kid.”
“You seem very comfy with it though. Who’s in charge at home?”
“Oh Jane. Absolutely. Well, she stays out of the way of my various obsessions, the running, the piano playing. But otherwise I go where I’m pointed.”
“Including this swinger party?”
“I don’t know. I’m envisioning a room full of fat middle aged people in their underwear. The last time we ran into that, we got out of there as fast as we could.”
“Oh, do tell.”
“Well it was pretty soon after we got married. I had a studio apartment in a brownstone in the west nineties, and she moved in when we got married. They call that area the Upper West Side now, but in those days it was Spanish Harlem. The red light district. Ours was the middle of three brownstones and all three of them had hookers in the garden apartments. But the rest of the building was filled with twenty somethings. There were two ballerinas living in the other apartment on our floor.”
“Really Ever get friendly with them?”
“Real friendly but not that way. One of them became a really good friend. We used to go for walks all the time. She was very pretty and I really liked her. But nothing ever clicked sexually.”
“Strange.”
“Yeah. Well anyway, a few months after we got married the ballerinas moved out and another young couple moved in. We would say hello if we met in the hall. Then one night they invited us over for coffee.”
“And?”
“Well their apartment had almost no furniture in it. No chairs. No bed, just a mattress on the floor. And the two of them were sitting on the mattress in their underwear. Barely in their underwear. Sort of scrunched up so you could see part of his balls and part of her pussy. He had no shirt on. She was wearing a tee shirt with obviously no bra.”
“You seem to have paid a lot of attention to all that. How long ago was this?”
“Almost twenty years. Not the sort of thing you forget. So they’re inviting us to join them on the mattress.”
“And you walked back out?”
“No, we sat down and talked for a while. Then we had a good laugh when we got back to our own place.”
“Just a laugh?”
“This was not exactly a turn on. The guy was not in all that great a shape, and very hairy. Black body hair. And the girl … well she was fuckable I guess. It gets worse though. Jane was having her mother come for dinner. And this was a really big event. Her mother is a wonderful cook, and Jane was pulling out all the stops in our tiny little kitchen to show what a big girl she was now. Well the building had like a central air shaft, so you could hear everything. And the swinger couple chose that night to get into fight. The girl was screaming at the guy something about how he could fuck anybody he wanted to but when she did it was a problem, and what the fuck was that.”
“Oh no.”
“Yep. Jane was mortified. But her mother never let on that it was happening. Anyway, that was the last of having anything to do with swingers.”
“Until now.”
“I guess I’ve been away from home too much. She said she was going through midlife too.”
“Oh. Worried?”
“Yep. Okay, where’d I put the music?” Brad was searching through the various drawers. “Ready?”
“Sure.”
They went down to the lobby. “Hey Brad, you two up in the penthouse tonight?” That from the bartender standing with nothing to do.
“Yep. Living the high life.”
“How did he know that?” Ann hissed.
“The ribs, I guess.” Which provoked a poke into his. “Okay, just for that I’m going to play something different.”
“I like the nocturne.”
“Maybe later. You know, I started writing all this music all of a sudden and I was thinking maybe I should have paid more attention to doing music as a career. It never really occurred to me when I was in college because I wasn’t writing. I thought I should do something where I was creative. So anyway, our choir director was really into this place up in Chester which featured blast from the past groups. So we went one night and there was some singing group I sort of remember from the Sixties. Used to be fairly big. Now they were doing the washed up circuit. But there were some fans there and they wanted to hear some of the old songs. The singers had to get really drunk before they could do them.”
“Yeah, but you always order the ribs.”
“Could be. But the nice thing about what we do is that it’s changing all the time.”
“You like that? I find it really scary.”
“Okay, here goes. This one is not ready for Atlanta yet.” He played for about five minutes – something stormy, full of accidentals, swinging oddly between minor and major keys. “What did you think?”
“Not like any of your other stuff. More classical. More like serious music.”
“Yeah, maybe.”
“Are you going to play the nocturne? Please?”
“Sure.” Which he did, but this time it did not ignite the same torrent of passion. They did walk back upstairs hand in hand. But when they got back to Brad’s room, there were mutual sighs.
“Sorry,” Brad said. “I don’t have much left.”
“Me neither. Can I sleep here tonight? Just cuddle?”
“Sure.” When he got back out of the bathroom she was already curled up on her side, naked, almost asleep, her cheeks gleaming in the dim glow from the bathroom door left a bit ajar as a nightlight. He lay down beside her, just an inch or so from her, curving his body around her, and started to give her a nice little back rub. The rub worked its way down her spine, to that gleaming butt. He couldn’t resist putting his penis in between those cheeks. It felt good just rubbing, even though he was a long way from getting an erection. She stirred a little and reached back to dislodge him. But no, she was actually trying to work him inside her. How long did her rub her like that, never really getting aroused, but enjoying it. Until finally she turned over on her back in her sleep, and he turned away from her.
* * * * *
ANN WOKE UP a few minute before the alarm to find him gone. What? Where? Why? What could have happened to him? His luggage was still in the room, wallet. Just when she was going into an absolute panic he came back in.
“Where the fuck were you?”
“Running.” Well that made sense. He hadn’t bothered to put his tee shirt back on, his body was slick and gleaming. Very buff. Somehow with all the ribs, the barbecue, the chicken fried steak, the beer he still looked like he had shed a few pounds during the week.
“In the fucking dark? Why?”
“In case we don’t get to the lake. Never know on Fridays.”
“Oh. I want to make love now then.”
“Let me rinse off first? I do this with Jane all the time, when we’re on vacation. Go out for a run, come back and she’ll still be in bed. So I wake her up.”
“Oh. I’m not sure I needed to know that. Well, do something you would never do with her.”
He came back out of the shower to find her back in cuddle position. Was she just pretending to be asleep? A good acting job, if it was one, complete with little sleepy snores. Instead of lying down behind her in spoon position, he turned the other direction, his head behind her butt. He planted a few kisses on either cheek, and then began to lick between them. This was definitely something he had always wanted to do with his wife, and not one she was going to put up with. The alarm went off, reminding him that they should get down to breakfast. He slid down even further so that his head was by her feet, his groin at her butt, and impaled her. His tongue had cleared the way so completely, there was so little resistance, that he wondered if he had actually wound up in her pussy. But no, there it was, fully exposed, with his own flesh sliding in behind it. He reached up, or was it down, to find her clit, rubbing it, hardly moving, as her bowels milked him. Not that he had much left. It had been a busy week and old age was catching up with him. He was tingling for a long time, glowing within her, before he decided it was enough.
“That was different.”
“Like it?”
“A lot.” How many other things did he know? Or was he out of tricks now?
“After this it’s turtles all the way down.” He was echoing her thoughts. “You ever watch Lady and the Tramp?”
“Maybe a long time ago. Why?”
“Well when you’ve got little kids they watch the same movie over and over again. Anyway, there’s this dog named Scottie who has all these stories everyone has heard over and over. But at the end of the movie Lady and the Tramp have had some puppies, and Uncle Scotty asks them if they have ever heard the story of something or other. And they say no and look at him expectantly.”
“Oh. So after this it’s ribs every night?”
“Just sayin’.”
“I wonder if that’s why Sam is into one and done?”
“Could be. Dangerous though. What if he had corked off like that with you at the Bayou?”
“Oh, I was a lifeguard. I know CPR. Used it a few times, even. Would have freaked me out though.”
“You all packed up?”
“Pretty much. Let’s come back up after breakfast though.”
They were a little late getting to the office. No time to catch up with Katie. The conference room was full when they came in.
“Ah, here come the honeymooners.” That from Ned was enough to provoke a deep blush from Ann. Well, what the hell. He had no idea who Jane was, or Evan. Was never going to meet them.
“Brad’s presenting today,” she said, and sat down.
“Hello. Well I guess some of you may have been wondering what I’ve been up to all week while Ann has been running the show. Andy and I have a little surprise for you. Right Andy? Well I got thinking about this a few weeks ago when we were testing at home and we were getting a crash in the user interface. So we put in a break point just before that happened. It turned out there were sixty thousand instructions executed between the break point and the crash. And that was the closest we could get. So I got to thinking there’s no wonder performance is so terrible. I’ve already been working with Atlanta to simplify the way the internal objects communicate with the presentation layer. But now I was thinking what about the presentation layer itself? So I was wondering what if we split that into two pieces. One to describe what the screen should look like and another to get it up in the glass.”
Brad put up his first foil, showing that decomposition.
“Now I don’t know if any of you are familiar with Unix, but X Windows has this really nice way of building up a screen. The top layer is a window, and each other part attaches itself to the window or some other part, and a defined location. You can also say if it’s a top attach, bottom attach, right, left or center. Now the great thing about this is that if the window moves all the pieces in it move along. If it’s resized or closed same deal. So the first step was to define some classes like that to describe our panel parts. That’s easy enough. But each of these classes has a display method to actually get it on the glass, and an update method to get the data back off. That’s the hard part, especially the way we’re doing it now on a dumb terminal. That’s where Andy comes in.”
It was Andy’s turn to speak. “We took a look at what Atlanta was doing to make this happen, and decided we could strip it down to ten different methods. So we created a dumb terminal class which does two things. It takes a rendering of what the panel classes say to do and puts it up in the glass. Then if the user moves the cursor and hits enter, it figures out which window that was in, and what data was on the glass when that happened. Then the general presentation stuff uses the position information to figure which subpart and which field or fields are affected. Each of those is tied back to the internal classes.”
“Okay,” Brad said. “We just happen to have a terminal right here. So first let’s log into your test system and bring it up using the old interface. Slow, right? Now let’s do it the new way.”
“Wow. You could actually use that.”
“Exactly.”
“Oh. My. God.” Ann was in tears. “It’s going to work. It’s going to work.”
“What do we need to change to use this?” Ned asked.
“Nothing,” Andy answered. “It just hooks into the same stuff we’ve been doing.”
“You’re our hero, Brad.”
“Andy did most of the work.”
Ned opened the blinds. The sky was cobalt blue, sun blazing. “I guess you two have an early flight back?”
“Pretty early.”
“What?” Ann was confused. As far as she knew the flight wasn’t until five. It wasn’t even eleven yet.
“Well.” Ned looked out the window. “I guess you might need to take off pretty soon then?”
“Sure.” Brad almost dragged Ann out to the car.
“What the fuck was that all about? Isn’t our flight at five?”
“Yep, figure we need to get to the airport by four or so. Leave the lake by three thirty or so.”
“Oh. What about lunch?”
“Get it on the way over.”
“Oh. You’re a hero, know that? How does that make you feel?”
“Horny.”
“Really?” She paused, gave a little pout. “Don’t you need to save something for poor Jane?”
“It’s a long flight home.”
“Really.” She reached over to find his lap.
“Lunch first.”
They stopped at a little stand on the road to the lake. “You’ve done this before.”
“Not with company.”
“So what do you do? With all this time on your hands? Swim the whole time?”
“No, I’ll wander around. Admire the scenery.”
“You aren’t talking about the cliffs.”
“No.”
“Evan likes to do that when we go to Sandy Hook. Walk around and stare at pussies.”
“And meanwhile, people are staring at yours as you go by?”
“Maybe.”
“Does that bother you?”
“Not really. Is that what you want to do this afternoon, after we swim? Wander around looking for pussy?”
“No. We’ll go over and get naked and eat lunch and go for a nice swim. I already ran this morning so we can go at your pace.”
“Oh. What then?”
“Then we’ll fuck for a while. Until it’s time to go to the airport.”
“Oh. Really. And suppose I don’t want to?”
“Go for a swim? Eat lunch?”
“Fuck you. You’re already taking me for granted.”
“Oh well, if you don’t want to...”
“Of course I want to. It’s just … what do you think is going to happen the next time we go to Atlanta? That I’ll get a room next to you and be your wifey for the week?”
“Haven’t really thought about it.”
“Bullshit.”
“Tell you what. We have a long flight home we can talk about this.”
“What if we’re not sitting together?”
Brad gave a sigh.
“Okay, I’ll shut up. I’ll be your nice little fuck toy all afternoon.”
“Thanks.”
“Thanks?” Ann took a deep breath. “You’re very welcome. I’m sorry. I think I’m feeling guilty.”
“Oh.”
“How about you?”
“I’ll worry about that later.”
“Do they have beer?”
“At the stand? Think so.”
“Get us a six pack or two.”
“I’m driving.”
“It’s not for you.”
He came back with a twelve pack, large size cans. “Enough?”
“Maybe.” She popped one of the cans open and started to guzzle it. “What? I’m not driving. I don’t need to be able to get it up.”
It was not all that far to the lake but she had drained another one by the time they got there. The parking lot was even more deserted. Brad stripped off his work clothes, and then started fussing around in the trunk.
“What are you doing? I really need to pee.”
“Too much beer. Packing my suit, getting out some shorts and a knit shirt to wear on the plane. Oh, and ...” He rummaged around some more, found the plastic bag from the adult store. “Rubbers. We can put lunch in there, too. Get that out of the car? Okay, two sandwiches. Nine beers? Shouldn’t there be ten?” Ann held up the empty cans she was taking over to the garbage. She was already wavering. “What’s with all the beers?”
“I’m getting myself ready to be your little fuck toy.”
“What if you pass out?”
“Would that bother you? Would it make any difference?”
“Ann, baby, what’s the matter?”
“Nothing. Everything. Never mind. I guess I’ve got it coming after what I did to Katie.”
“Look, we can just have a nice lunch and a nice swim.”
“Sure. Why not? You’re back to your cute little wifey tonight anyway.”
“Really, Ann, it’s not like that.”
“I need to get down to the water.” Ann started down the walkway. Quickly. Brad had to scramble to catch her. He got down to the rocks to find her already treading water. He swam out to join her. “I’m staying out here for a while. Until my bladder settles down. What the fuck are you doing?” Brad had come around behind her. “I’ll do anything you want, I’m your little fuck toy for the afternoon. But it has to be anatomically possible. What are you trying to do? Oh, that’s a stupid question? You’re trying to stick it up my butt. What a surprise. Look dear heart, settle down, wait until we’re on dry land and you have your precious fucking rubber on.”
That last was enough to convince him to just rub against her a little.
“What’s wrong with my pussy, anyway?”
“Nothing.”
“Well how would you know? I guess you’ve had your tongue there. What about Jane?”
“She likes to start out in the pussy. Either come that way, or maybe with a little mouth.”
“Oh. Shit. Look at that.” Another couple was setting up shop next to their stuff. “Guess we better go protect our beer.”
It was only as they got back to the rocks that they realized how young the other two were. Obviously not regulars. They both had dark tans offset by white where a bathing suit would have been. Bathing suits that were spread out on the rock next to them. They looked very skittish as Brad and Jane stumbled in over the rocky bottom. The girl even made a move to put her top back on, then thought better of it.
“Hi,” the boy said. “I’m Tony. This is Alice.”
“Brad. Ann.” Ann ignored a proffered hand and sat down between the interlopers and her beer. Brad was setting himself up to get a good view between the girl’s thighs.
“I’m sorry,” Alice said. “Are we intruding? You don’t mind if we join you?”
Ann gave them a stare. “It’s fine, as long as you don’t mind if we fuck. If you want to join us doing then Tony here is going to need a rubber?”
“A rubber?” Tony echoed. “Why?”
“Not if you fuck your girl friend. But if you want to fuck one of us, you’ll need to use a rubber.”
“Fuck one of you? Like you? Or Brad?”
“Look honey,” Ann went into the bag to look at her watch, “we have to leave to catch a plane in a couple hours. We want to finish our lunch, and fuck and have a swim and fuck again. If you want to join us for any of those activities, that would be fine.”
“Are you two, like, movie stars?” Alice was looking at her wide eyed.
“We just made a movie. I guess you could say we are. Don’t worry, we’ve got plenty of rubbers. Lots of beer, too. Want some?” She offered them each a can.
The two of them were having a whispered consultation. Alice was shaking her head. “Would it be okay if I just watched?”
“Sure honey. What about your boyfriend?”
“He wants to fuck you. If that’s okay? And get fucked. By Brad.”
“Sounds like a plan. How about it Brad?”
“Why not?”
Ann took a good look at the boy. So far she had only given the two a brief glance. Skinny, stringy wiry muscles, no hips or shoulders to speak of. Nice abs. No chest hair, no hair on his butt, a little fluff around his balls, which were pretty big, and a prick that was shriveled with fear. Alice was a big girl, not fat, but solid, big thighs, big shoulders, big breasts, short blonde hair. If anything, her abs were more defined than her boyfriend’s. Definitely a jock. Jockette? Whatever.
“Alice, I know you want to sit this one out, but how about giving your boyfriend a little boost?”
“Let me do Brad.”
“Okay honey, if that’s what you want. I’ll do Tony then. Come here hon.” But Tony pushed her on her back, and started to lick. “Turn around, hon, so I can do you too. You guys students?”
“Yep.”
“What year?”
“Going into freshman. Nothing like this where we grew up. We came here this week to find an apartment. In married student housing. We’re both soccer players, coming back to start practice in a month. Wanted to be able to live together from the get go.”
“You two are married?”
“Will be. Couple of weeks from now. We decided we wanted to check out the lake while we were here.”
“Oh. This was what you were looking for?”
“Something like this.” Tony was trembling. He was not getting hard. “We heard there were naked people here. But there wasn’t anyone. Until we saw you two, in the water.”
“So you came down to check us out?”
“Yes. No. Sort of.” Tony was shivering even more, shriveling even more, despite Ann’s best efforts.
“Give me a hand here, Brad. This poor boy needs help.”
Ann and Tony were lying side by side, head to groin. Brad put on a rubber, and moved behind the boy. Skinny, almost hairless, tiny little cock. Was this what he had been imagining? Well maybe something even younger, but this was the closest he was going to get and stay out of jail. He started to kiss Tony’s back, to rub his cock against the back of those balls.
Ann stopped working on the non responding cock, licked further back, balls first, then a butt which opened for her quite easily. She guided Brad in. Without resistance. This wasn’t Tony’s first rodeo. Did his wife to be know? She was sitting there watching it all with great intensity, rubbing herself. Sitting close enough that Brad could touch her thigh, urge her closer, close enough that he could help her with his tongue. Virgin, she was a virgin. It had been a long time since he had licked a virgin pussy. A virgin who was staring intently at what was happening to her boyfriend’s butt, at how Brad’s dayglo clad rod was pushing between the pale white cheeks, at how it was getting a little stained.
“Girls can do that too.” Brad broke off to say that. “You’d still be a virgin.”
“Do I have to?”
“Honey you don’t have to do anything.”
“Yes she does.” That was from Tony. “We came down and spied on these folks and now we have to pay the price. You need to let Brad do whatever he wants to you.”
“Only if you come first. No hands. No mouth. Before he does. Get on your back. Wrap your legs around him like the sissy you are.” Alice squatted down behind Tony’s head, pinning his hands under her knees. “Look at how big he is, how powerful.”
Brad as staring down at a little boy, a fragile little boy. A little boy that he was going to split in two. A little boy who was spurting which each thrust, then erupting
“Satisfied?” Tony pulled Alice down onto him, then wrestled with her until they had reversed positions, with her hands under his knees. He pulled her legs up over her head. “Your turn.”
“Not in my pussy.”
“Don’t worry,” Ann said. “Brad’s a backdoor man.”
“I am,your backdoor man. I am ...” Brad started to sing it. “Never realized that’s what it was about.” Tony was watching intently as Brad knelt in front of Alice, put the tip of his penis against her little puckered ring of muscle. And slid right in. It was not her first rodeo either.
“You’ve got to come,” Tony said, “just from that. No cheating. No faking.”
“And if I don’t?”
“We’ve got an hour,” Ann said. “Brad won’t come until you do.” She whispered something in Tony’s ear. With that, they transferred Alice’s limbs one by one to her control. She was squatting over Alice’s face, then closer. Alice was refusing to cooperate, lips firmly shut. So Ann rubbed against her nose instead, using it like a dildo.
Brad was paying so much attention to what the ladies were doing that he lost track of what Tony was up to. Until he felt something poking at his butt, something sliding into him. How long had it been since Tony had emptied his balls? Ten minutes? He’d been that age once. A long time ago. He wasn’t going to last long, with Tony pounding away at him, fucking him, working all the way in, pounding at the back of his balls, so that they were glowing, tingling. Erupting.
“Sorry Alice.”
“Never mind, I’ll do it.” Tony pulled out of Brad, and pushed into Alice instead. He broke his own rules, playing with her clit. Alice had relented and started to use her tongue. Ann was coming. Alice was coming. Tony was coming.
“Time for a dip,” Brad said. They all went into the water. “If we’re going to swim, we should do it now. Want to come with?”
“I think we’ve had enough,” Alice said.
“Okay. Help yourself to more beer.”
Which provoked a grumble from Ann. “What are you doing, giving away our beer?”
“Saving our keys?”
“Oh maybe.”
“Here’s the plan. We swim up to the cliffs for twenty minutes and turn around. That should give us plenty of time to get to the airport.”