Margaritas at the Lake

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Margaritas at the Lake by09cutter©

My daughter announced she was getting married. I had been expecting it for a while now. Mark was a great kid. Well, I guess young man is more accurate.

He and Abby had been dating for almost three years. They had finished school, he passed the bar exam, and now was working in his father's firm. She had just come in from dinner with Mark and his parents, Robert and Louise. They have a membership in a very nice country club.

"Daddy, Mark proposed tonight!" She said excitedly.

It wasn't unexpected as I had said, but somehow, I thought I might have been invited to be there for the proposal. I had gotten fairly friendly with Mark's parents, and I was a little hurt that they didn't invite me. I had been raising Abby alone since her mom passed away when Abby was only eleven.

"That's wonderful dear! When's the big day?" I had to act excited for her even though I was hurting inside. I would have liked to see the expression on her face when he got down on his knee and asked for her hand.

"Mark wants it to be pretty soon. I don't know how I'm going to get everything done." She said as she exited. Obviously already making plans in her head.

Thank god Abby's mom had insisted on saving for a big wedding. The day we brought our newborn home, Helen was changing her diaper, and said "You know she is going to want a big wedding."

I must have had a question mark tattooed on my forehead, because she added "We need to start saving for it." So, I did.

I'm not an attorney, I make a decent living, but not loads. But, every week I put a little aside for Abby's wedding, and in her college fund. Abby's a smart girl, and got a full scholarship, so her wedding fund was enough to pay for just about as big a wedding as she wanted.

About an hour after the news from Abby, the phone rings. "Hey, Mark. Congratulations. Hold on a sec, I'll get Abby."

"Actually, Sir, I called to speak to you." Mark said.

"Ok, Son. What can I do for you?"

"I called to apologize for not having you there when I proposed."

"It's alright, Don't worry about it." I told him. Though I was grateful he thought enough to call.

"You see, Sir, I had picked up the ring for Abby today. Then rushed home to pick up my parents for our dinner. On the way to the club my mom told me she had been to the doctor and today got results of tests he had done. She has pancreatic cancer."

"Oh Mark. I'm so sorry." This was truly sad to me because my own father died of the same thing. Only about five percent last a year after diagnosis.

"Thank you, Sir. But, anyway, I had that on my mind when I suddenly realised that my mom may not be around to see me get married. I had the ring with me, so, I just proposed tonight. Totally spur of the moment. My parents didn't know, hell I didn't even know I was going to do it."

I could hear through the phone that he was pretty choked up. To be that upset, and still take time to call me, was touching.

"I totally understand. Really, don't give it a second thought." I hope I sounded genuine, because I really didn't blame him under the circumstances.

"I asked Abby to rush things a bit. Mom doesn't want to tell Abby yet and put a damper on her wedding. If you could, we would appreciate your help."

Amazingly Abby got the venue she wanted through a cancellation. The florist she had to take what she could get. Caterer was a friend of Robert's so he agreed to work it into his schedule. All in all, it was a wonderful wedding. Abby, If I do say so myself, was the most beautiful bride ever. In three months time they were on their honeymoon.

She didn't spend even half the money I had saved for her, so I gave them the rest to use as a downpayment on their house. Robert matched it. They bought a nice house in a good neighborhood.

While they were away on their honeymoon, Mark explained to Abby the reason for the rush. When they returned, Abby spent a lot of time with Mark's mother, learning all the family history and cute stories about Mark. She really became close to Louise toward the end. We were all by her side when she passed.

One thing she learned was that Robert's father started the firm, and when she got pregnant, Louise moved in with Robert's parents until the baby came. Robert and Louise were only nineteen when Mark was born. Robert finished law school, and became a member of the firm, and eventually took it over.

I had assumed that Robert just looked very good for his age. Turns out he isn't as old as I had thought. In fact, he was my age of 45.

The summer following Louise's death, Robert invited Mark and I for a 'guys only' weekend at their cabin on a nearby lake. As I said earlier, I do alright for myself, but their 'lake cabin' is much nicer than my house.

Three bedrooms upstairs all with 'en suite' baths, game room, and library. Master suite downstairs along with a den with a huge fireplace, kitchen, sunroom, dining room.

The back of the house was nothing but huge windows, providing panoramic views of the mountain lake. The pool and cabana also had a kitchen and outdoor grill. A brick path led to the long dock and boathouse.

After the long drive up to the lake we all decided to just relax on the deck with cool drinks.

"It's absolutely gorgeous up here, Robert. I'm envious. If I had a place like this, I'd spend every minute I could here." I told my daughter's father in law.

"I get up here most weekends during the summer, and some during the rest of the year as well. We all used to come here weekends and sometimes a whole week at a time. Of course that was before Mark got all grown up. Huh Mark?"

"Yeah, I haven't been here since I started law school. Mom loved it here too." Mark said with more than a little sadness in his voice. "I guess those family trips are a thing of the past." He noted.

"Bullshit. Pretty soon you and Abby will have a bunch of rugrats running around here. And now, John can join us too. We're still family, just different." Robert informed him.

I was touched that Robert wanted to include me in their family outings. I took a long sip of my drink to conceal my emotions.

"It's still early. Do we want to do some fishing or take the boat out for a spin?" Robert said trying to lighten the atmosphere.

"I think I just want to take a dip in the pool. Too hot for fishing anyway. We can get up early tomorrow and go out." Mark replied.

We all agreed and went to change into our swimsuits. I had brought a regular shorts style suite because I'm really not a showoff in any manner, though I am quite proud of my physique. Years of construction work have kept me in good shape.

I was the first one out by the pool, and took it upon myself to set up some deck chairs and get towels from the cabana. As I was stepping out of the cabana, Mark arrived on the patio wearing a speedo that could barely contain the monster inside.

The mental image of Mark hosing my daughter with what appeared to be quite a slab of meat, sent tingles straight to my cock.

Abby and I had always been close, and she would cry on my shoulder when the boy of the week would break up with her, or they'd have an argument. But she never shared any intimate info with me. I have no idea when she lost her cherry, if it was Mark or some other lucky lad who had that privilege.

If she wasn't a virgin when she and Mark finally did the deed, I can see why she would be swayed into marrying him.

When Robert appeared, he wasn't wearing a speedo, but it was evident there was something moving around in his shorts. Like father like son I suppose.

I'm not really a drinker, but I do like flavorful drinks like margaritas or pina coladas or daiquiris. I never drink beer or wine. Maybe Abby told Robert of my preference or he happened upon it, because he came out with a huge pitcher of frozen margaritas.

We were on our second round and Robert went inside and came out with a tray of steaks and threw them on the grill. Then he went back inside. It was almost like they had practiced it, because Mark got up and turned over the thick fillets at just the right moment. After a few minutes, Robert reappeared and took the steaks off the grill and ushered us inside.

He had put on potatoes to bake before he made the drinks. When he put the steaks on he sauteed some asparagus and tossed a salad. It was the best steak I ever ate. These weren't the eight dollar a pound fillets, they were definitely the thirty dollar a pound fillets.

The food and the company was great. I had never felt so comfortable around non family members as I did with these guys. Of course I guess we are family now.

"You're in really good shape, what gym do you go to John?" Robert asked.

"No gym. Just years of hard labor. You must work out a lot though, you're ripped for a guy our age." I returned the compliment.

"I try to get to the gym at least three times a week, though I have only recently got back into a routine." Robert replied alluding to having been out of routine during his wife's illness.

We were up early and out on the boat when the sun rose. We fished and relaxed and drank more margaritas. For lunch, Robert grilled some of the fish we caught, right in the cabin of the boat, and made the first pitcher of margaritas. By dusk, we were fished out, and quite drunk on several pitchers.

We showered at the house, and sat in the den just chatting. I really enjoyed their company, and I think they felt the same.

The next morning I got up early and put on the coffee, and started breakfast. When Robert came down I served him a plate of pancakes and eggs and fresh fruit, on the patio.

"This is delicious John." He said with another forkfull.

"Hey, I can't let you grab all the cooking glory. Those fish yesterday were great. Besides I have to do something to earn my keep."

Mark was just as complimentary of his breakfast too. We spent the rest of the day just enjoying each other's company.

As we were packing the car for the return trip home, Robert asked "Do you guys want to do this again next week?"

"I will have to check my social calendar, if it's clear I could be talked into it." I joked.

"I can't Dad. I have depositions all week and court coming up." Mark said.

"Looks like it's just you and me, John." Robert pointed out.

"I don't want to put you out any. You don't have to..."

"Nonsense. I told you, I come here all the time. I would love some company. I'll pick you up Friday noon."

"Ok. If you're sure It's not a bother."

The next week we were on the patio, of course with another pitcher of margaritas. We had swam and talked and swam some more. I really liked Robert. He was quite affable.

When we got out of the pool we realized we had forgotten towels so we went into the cabana. Robert just stripped off his suite and began toweling himself, so I did the same, trying not to look at the anaconda hanging between his legs.

"Do you like saunas?" Robert asked.

"Sure. I've been in a few on vacations."

"Right this way." He instructed.

There was a sauna in the cabana. He turned a few dials and opened the door, bowing in a mock servant manner. As he did, the towel around his waist dropped to the floor. I was reminded of the song 'Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off', and started laughing.

Robert looked down at his genitals and said "Well, that's the first time anyone has ever laughed at it before."

"I'm sorry. I'm not laughing at it. I was just reminded of that song 'Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off'. We've had a bit of tequila, for sure. It's actually quite impressive." Did I just compliment a man about his cock? Gotta slow down on the margaritas.

Bowing again, Robert said "Why thank you sir. Your's is nice too." Then he closed the door behind us.

He placed his towel on the first tier bench, and sat down on it. Leaning against the wall he propped one foot on the bench, the other on the floor. I climbed to the second tier and sat. I had a hard time following the conversation because his equipment kept drawing my eyes to it.

"This place is so nice, I can see why you come here." I said trying to not stare.

"We have always loved it here. Mark and Louise had some great times here as well." He reminisced. I could tell his thoughts were elsewhere for a moment.

Then he asked "How long have you been a widower, John?"

"Let's see...twelve..no thirteen years next month."

"When did you start dating again?" He asked

"I'll let you know when I do." I responded.

"You haven't been with anyone since your wife died?"

"Nope. All my time and money was dedicated to raising Abby. Besides, I didn't want to have a stream of women coming in and setting a bad example for Abby. You know, doing the walk of shame home after a one night stand. It just didn't seem right for Abby to see some woman leaving the house, knowing her father had just fucked the woman."

"I can understand that. It's very admirable too. Putting your child's best interest ahead of your own needs."

"Fortunately, you don't have that worry. Mark has already grown into a fine young man. You can start dating as soon as you want. I mean, Louise has been gone for awhile now. No one would say anything about you dating. You're obviously still young and virile. No one would think anything of it." I tried to reassure him.

He was thoughtful for a moment again. "How many women have you been with, John?"

He seemed to be sincere, so I thought it best to be truthful. "Well, to be perfectly honest, and since we're not teens in a high school locker room, just one." I guess the alcohol had loosened my brain to admit that.

He wasn't as shocked as I expected him to be. "Yeah, me too."

Now I was shocked. "Really? Just Louise."

"Well we were still teens ourselves when she got pregnant. I never cheated on her. Now I feel like... I don't know."

"There must be a few available women at your club and such."

"Oh yeah. For sure. They were like vultures circling. As soon as Louise passed, they pounced. Most of them have already got a notch or two on their wedding bands. Some even more. They're just looking for their next victim. And if I go out with a younger woman, well then I'm just an old letch."

"I see what you mean. It's a shame, that beautiful piece of equipment going to waste, though." Okay definitely no more margaritas.

He looked at me oddly. Then asked "What do you mean?"

Shit.. Now he's gonna think I'm some kind of pervert.

"Nothing...just, well.. I mean.. you have a cock most guys would kill for. Porn star quality. I wish I had one like that to play with." I laughed. Then I heard it repeated in my head and thought 'That didn't come out the way I wanted it to.' Jesus, John, just shut the fuck up.

He was still looking at me oddly, and I don't blame him.

"I mean.. You know at night, in my room, it would be nice to have one like that to play with." I tried to clarify. Did I leave out the word 'alone'? 'In my room, alone, it would be nice to have a big dick to play with.' is what I intended to say.

I thought I noticed his cock lengthen a bit.

"Have you done that before, played with one?" He asked

"Should we go into the house now? It's getting a little hot in here." I said changing the subject.

"Sure thing. Let me get us some robes." He collected two terry cloth robes, and handed one to me. He picked up his towel after donning his robe, and tossed it into the hamper.

"Just put your towel in there, and I'll make us another pitcher."

We sat in the den, quietly drinking our umpteenth margarita. Robert finally broke the silence with "I hope you will keep that little tidbit of information to yourself, John. I'm supposed to be some, man about town, bachelor, now. I can't go ruining my rep."

"Your secret is safe with me." I assured him.

"Well, since you avoided the question, I'm just going to have to assume what the answer is and keep your secret as well." He replied, giving me a devilish grin.

When I realized what he was talking about, I said "No, you've got it wrong. I've never... well, aside from some fumbled experimenting as a kid, I've never done anything like that. What I meant was, If we were... I mean... if I were alone in my room, I would love to have a nice big cock like that to play with. My seven inches is nice, but by comparison to... to... whatever that is, it's meager at best."

"Ten by seven."

"What?"

"Ten by seven. Ten inches long, by seven inches around. Well, a little over eight inches around the head actually. seven around the shaft."

"Jesus H. Christ. You're shitting me right?" I said astounded.

"Nope."

"Damn! If I'd had one like that, I'd never have left my room when I was a teen. They'd have found my emaciated corpse eventually." I laughed.

"Well it's not all it's cracked up to be. Most of the girls back then would scream and run when they saw it." Robert claimed.

"Louise didn't."

"No. But then again, I didn't actually let her see it. She didn't see it till around our third time fucking. By then she loved it."

"I bet she did. At least you never had to worry about her leaving you for a guy with a big cock."

"No, I never worried about that. We were quite happy with our love life." He looked off in the distance in remembering his wife. "She never denied me anything. Well, except anal of course. She said her ass hole would never close after, and she have to wear diapers the rest of her life." He laughed with a faraway look on his face.

I had to chuckle too, at the mental image. I also realized I was excited. My dick was stone hard with all the sex talk, and I hadn't gotten off in a while. I tried to make an unnoticed adjustment, I think Robert saw me.

"You know, we all have 'fumbled experiments' in our youth. Have you ever thought of experimenting now?" Robert asked leadingly.

"No..no, of course not." It was true to a degree. One of my fantasies, back when I was married, was to see my wife royally fucked by a large cock. Eventually it grew to me doing clean up duty afterward. I never mentioned it to my wife or anyone else. It was still my favorite stroke fantasy.

"Me thinks thou doth protest too much. To misquote Hamlet. It's okay, I understand. I've had my share of being curious too."

This shocked me. First because he was so manly, secondly that he would admit something like that to me. Obviously he'd had his share of margaritas for sure.

I glanced down at his lap to see a slight tenting of the robe.

"Uh..I think I will pour myself one more glass, then pour my happy ass into bed. Would you care to join me?" Shit, there I go again. I meant to join me in another glass.

"I'd be delighted. I'll even do the pouring." He said getting up and fetching the pitcher. When he turned toward me with the pitcher in hand, His robe was tenting obscenely. As he stepped closer, it parted and the anaconda reared its mighty head. He stopped right in front of me. I couldn't take my eyes off of it.

After an awkward moment he said "Your glass."

"Oh.. uh yeah." I held out my glass for him to fill, but I still wasn't paying attention. His cock had captivated me. I couldn't understand for the life of me why the girls would scream and run. I just wanted to inspect it up close. His robe had opened completely so he was basically on display. He wasn't exaggerating the size at all. It was supremely beautiful. The thick head crowned a marvelous veiny shaft which ended in his manscaped pubes. His ballsack hung heavy and full. I suddenly flashed on my old fantasy and saw it plunging inside my wife's stretched pussy.

I quickly took a big gulp of my drink and became aware of Robert's outstretched hand. I looked up at him questioningly.

"Now I shall pour your happy ass into bed." He took my hand and the next thing I know is I'm standing beside the bed. He unties the sash around my waist and pushes the robe off my shoulders, to fall in a heap at my feet. I sat on the bed, and then realized I was in the master suite, not my guest room upstairs.

"Uh...I.."

"Sshh." He steps closer and shrugs off his own robe. His wonderful cock only inches from my face. Thank god for whoever invented margaritas, or I never would have been brave enough to grasp his cock and lean in to take it into my mouth. I had never done this, and his cock is so big, I had trouble handling it. He didn't seem to mind, he kept praising my efforts.

"Oh, John. You do that so well. Jesus, you're better than Louise at that."

This was high praise for him. I was glad I was doing a good job. Especially since it was my first time.

I was really starting to get into it, and was able to take a little more of his cock, when he stopped me. He practically had to pull my face from his crotch.

"I want to try some experimenting too." He said pushing me back on the bed. He got on the floor between my legs and took my dick in his hand. He licked it from balls to crown before swallowing it. I'd had no sexual attention from anyone, except rosy palm, in thirteen years, so I knew I wouldn't last long.

After less than a minute I said "Oh god..Stop stop stop."

He pulled away and climbed into the bed with me. I barely let him settle before I was on his cock again. For some reason I needed to please him. Maybe I just felt indebted to him after all the time I had spent at this nice lake house. Or maybe it was because he was just a marvelous example of manhood. Maybe just because I could relate to him losing his wife and being lost. Whatever the reason, I knew I wanted him to cum.

When his cock hit the back of my mouth, I swallowed and fought my gag reflex and allowed his cock to enter my throat. I could feel the fat bell end stretching my throat tissue, but I was determined to take it all. His cock was so hard and straight, it wouldn't conform to the curve down my throat. I would just have to settle on what I could get.

I worked his cock from memory and what I thought would feel good to me. I didn't rush and I actually enjoyed the experience. I was pleasing a sexual partner for the first time in years. That has always been my goal, my partner's pleasure. Now I had a chance to do it again, and I was making the best of it. I could tell he was enjoying the sensations, and the fact that I kept his orgasm at bay for as long as possible.

Then I pushed him over the cliff and took his cock into my throat again. I could feel his cock pulse as it sent his load directly into my gullet. My stomach heaved as it received four strong blasts of the offering, but I took it all. He was still lurching as he wound down, sending even more manna down my throat.

When he had calmed down and softened some, he again had to pull me off his beautiful cock. He leaned down and took me into his mouth. I didn't last long. The build up was long in coming and I was too excited. Very quickly I emptied into his mouth. He didn't hesitate to swallow my load.

Sometime in the aftermath, I passed out. I awoke with my head throbbing, and it took me a minute to realize I was in Robert's bed. Then it all came back to me. I looked at my bedmate sleeping peacefully, and saw the evidence of morning wood tenting the sheet over his groin. I tentatively reached over and grasped his cock. He didn't move, so I ducked under the sheet and took it into my mouth again.

I was slowly nursing on his cock, when he placed his hand on the back of my head and pushed me further down.

"I was so drunk last night, I thought it was a dream." He almost whispered.

"Oh god, John, don't stop."

I had no intention of stopping, and I didn't until I earned my reward. When he pulled me off this time, he got up and went to the bathroom. I took the opportunity to go to my own room and get a quick shower, and dressed.

I could smell coffee as I came downstairs. "There you are. Care for some breakfast?" Robert asked.

"Not really hungry right now." I said. I thought of mentioning the protein shake I'd already had, but didn't.

We spent the rest of the day like old friends. Fishing, chatting about our kids and work. Drinking like men do on fishing boats. Just normal manly shit.

We had a nice fish dinner, prepared by Robert, and relaxed in the den with another pitcher of margaritas.

When Robert poured yet another glass full for me, I said "Slow down, are you trying to get me drunk?"

"Do I need to?" He asked with grin and a gleam in his eye.

I looked at him and knew what he was saying. "I'd rather the memory not be erased before it actually happens." I replied.

He sat the pitcher down, and carried our drinks into his bedroom. I didn't need a second invitation, and followed. We undressed and fell into a sixty nine position. From this angle, I could take more of his cock into my throat. I loved the sound he made as he realized I had taken most of him in. Who would ever guess a big strong construction worker like me, was now a deep throat artist.

We both wanted the experience to last, so we didn't rush things. Eventually I came first. With that off my mind, I could pay closer attention to what I was doing to him. Soon Robert took my head into his hands, and basically face fucked me. I didn't mind, in fact I liked it a lot.

Sitting up with our backs against the headboard, we drank our melted but still refreshing margaritas and chatted. "How's the experimenting going for you, John?" Robert asked with a smile.

"Surprisingly good."

"Did you ever think you would be doing something like this?" He was asking seriously.

"No. In fact, I thought my days of sex with anyone, other than me, were over. I had resigned myself to a life of internet porn and jerking off. If I were to be honest, I would even go as far as to say I was a bit afraid to have sex with a woman again."

"Why? You're a good looking guy, and your equipment works just fine. I can attest to that." He laughed.

"You know how it is. As a couple grow accustom to each other and start talking about fantasies and stuff. If you're married to a woman for years and you tell her you want to fuck her ass. She'll either indulge you or tell you no fucking way. But she probably wouldn't leave you. If I started with some woman and she wants to know my fantasies, I tell her I want to watch some well hung guy fuck her brains out and then eat her sloppy pussy, she's out the door in a blink, and telling everyone I'm a pervert."

I noticed Robert's cock jump a bit. "Yeah, that was one of my favorites too." He said.

"But you have a big cock. It would be really hard to find a guy with a bigger one to fuck your wife."

"I just wanted to see her let go with a guy, you know. She wouldn't let me fuck her ass, but a guy your size she might. Too bad we didn't know each other then. I could have fucked your wife with my big cock and you could do my wife's ass. Then we could trade places and eat them out. That would be killer fun."

By now his cock was solid, and I reached down began stroking it. "I would have loved to see this monster sliding in and out of my wife." I said as I bent to take in my mouth again.

"That's right, John. Suck my big cock. You like that big cock don't you?"

"Mm hmm" Was all I could say with my mouth full.

"Get it nice and wet so I can give it to your wife." Robert continued. My cock was instantly hard.

"Mmm."

"You want me to fuck your wife don't you?"

"Mm hmm." The mental image had my dick dripping.

"She's going to love my cock, John. She's going to want more of it, isn't she?"

"Mmm hmm." He seem to know just the right buttons to push.

"Would you like me fuck her for you all the time?

"MMmmm."

"She's going to like my cock more than yours." He said as he grabbed my head and started fucking my face.

"MMMM."

"She'll be addicted to my big cock and not want yours anymore."

I reached down for my own cock and I had barely touched it and spewed my load. Robert entered my throat and deposited his seed in a huge blast.

"All those things you were saying, I mean..I don't.." I started to explain to Robert.

"It's just a common cuckold fantasy. One of my favorites too. I love the alpha male roll."

"Cuckold?"

"A cuckold is a man whose wife fucks someone else. With or without his knowledge. It's a common fantasy for guys to want to share their wives. You seemed to like it, so I ran with it."

"That isn't something I would want anyone to know about." I was getting a little nervous.

"Is any of this something you would want people to know about?"

"Good point. No, it isn't. Especially our kids."

"Exactly. If we decide to paint ourselves blue and swing on the ceiling fan with a feather duster up our ass, no one finds out. It's just between us. This is our experiment."

"Okay, I'm open for anything. Well, maybe not the blue paint."

"Oh.. the ceiling fan and feather duster is fine, but you draw the line at paint?" He bemused.

"Yeah, I get enough paint on me at work. I don't need it during playtime as well."

In the morning I woke him with another blow job. "Damn, you're getting even better at that." Robert said then went down on me and returned the favor.

When he dropped me at home later, he asked "Next Friday, same time?"

"Sure."

Wednesday, Abby invited me to dinner at their house. She made a marvelous rack of lamb with mint sauce. Mark was the perfect host as well. I couldn't help but glance at his crotch every once in awhile and wonder how Abby liked his big cock.

"Mark said Robert invited you to the lake house last weekend." Abby mentioned during dinner.

"Yeah. It's so nice up there, who would turn it down. Robert's a great guy, and we seem to get along well, too."

"Dad said you're his new best friend. I'm glad you two are getting along." Mark added.

"Well, he's a great guy. Spending time with friends drinking and fishing doesn't bother me in the least. Going again this weekend too."

"I'm glad. You've never taken much time for yourself. You deserve some relaxation." Abby stated, then added "Lord only knows what kind of trouble two good looking bachelors can get into. Just don't go getting anyone pregnant."

I choked and coughed and snorted the tea I was drinking out my nose at that.

"You okay, Dad?" Abby asked.

"Yeah, fine. Don't worry. No one is going to get pregnant." I assured her. I have swallowed enough cum that, if it were possible, it could happen.

Friday didn't arrive fast enough for me. Robert arrived right on time for our drive to the lake. I don't quite understand it, but throughout the trip, I kept glancing at his crotch. I wanted to pull out his cock and suck it the entire way. If it weren't for the winding mountain roads we travel, I might have done it. Something about being found dead at the bottom of a mountain, with a bitten off cock in my mouth, just goes against my grain.

"Let's unwind by the pool." Robert suggested, then began taking his clothes off. He tossed them on the sofa, and walked out naked. With the surrounding property and the lake, it's very private, so I just followed suit.

"I usually stay nude up here when I'm alone. Now that we are comfortable around each other, there's no reason not to."

"A couple of friendly blow jobs, and suddenly we're 'comfortable'. Pretty presumptuous of you, don't you think?" I laughed.

He walked over and stood beside me, cock right in front of my face. "This is presumptuous." He said, rubbing his cock on my lips.

Of course I took it into my mouth.

"I knew you wanted to do that since you got in the car. And I presume you want to swallow my load when I'm ready."

I looked up into his eyes, and nodded, not wanting to stop what I was doing. I slurped and suckled and gave it the attention it deserved.

"Sucking my cock has made your dick hard. You like our little experiment don't you John?"

"Mm hmm."

"I do too. I really enjoy our time together. Oh God, you do that so well."

After I swallowed his offering, I didn't want to relinquish his cock. I nursed on it until it softened in my mouth. Robert just let me, rubbing my head and occasionally stroking my cheek with the back of his fingers.

"Want to watch the sunset from the boat? We could even spend the night in the cabin if you want."

"Sure, I'm up for anything." I said.

"Anything? Careful. I may take you up on that." He said devilishly.

I sat next to him on the bridge as he steered the powerful boat toward the center of the lake. He casually placed his hand on my thigh as we rode. I felt like a teenaged girl on a date. My boyfriend's hand on my leg as he drove his 57 chevy to the burger stand.

He dropped anchor, and went below, returning with a pitcher of margaritas. We sat at the back of the boat, enjoying the cool breeze and slight rocking of the boat. His hand stayed on my thigh, squeezing it every few minutes. We didn't speak, just wallowing in the moment.

"Do you want to go back to the house or stay on the boat?" Robert asked as the sun's last rays colored the sky.

"I'm happy here. We can even get an early jump on the fish." I replied.

After a few minutes he said. "John, I took the liberty of leaving something for you on the counter in the head."

It took me a moment to remember that 'head' means toilet in boat speak.

"I mean.. That is if you want... You don't have to. I just thought you might."

I had no idea what he was talking about, so I went below. I hadn't been in the cabin. Damn it was nice. Soft lighting, tv, stereo, small kitchen. The bed took up the very front of the boat.

I found the door to the 'head' and entered. On the counter was a box of disposable enemas. Talk about presumptuous.

"Could I have some more margarita?"

"Sure. You take the rest of this, and I'll make some more." Robert said, emptying the pitcher into my glass. It's strange, I've drank more in the last three weeks, than in the previous thirty years. Of course I've been doing a lot more than just drinking too.

Robert returned, and topped off my glass and poured more for himself. As he sat his hand went to my thigh again. His thumb stroking my skin slowly. We sat in silence, the sun now gone. Ripples splashing against the boat, and the slight bobbing, almost lulling me to sleep.

"I don't know if it's the atmosphere or the margaritas, but I'm ready to go to bed." I said after about an hour.

"Let me secure the boat and I'll join you." Robert said.

I went below and undressed then crawled into the bed, facing away from the entry. A moment later I heard Robert enter, and go to the head. He was sure to see the opened package. I heard the swoosh of the latrine, the door open and close, then a moment later Robert slid into the bed behind me.

I was nervous, excited, and scared. I waited passively to see what he would do next. The answer came when I felt his lips on my neck then my shoulder. His arm came over my hip and he grasped my iron hard dick. He pulled me back into him and I felt his cock along my butt crack and spine.

It felt slick, so I guessed he had used some lube on it. The implication of that caused a moan to escape my lips. He continued kissing my neck and along my shoulder blade, while stroking my dick. I was lost in the moment, but soon noticed I was grinding my butt against his cock. He noticed too.

"Do you want it?" He whispered in my ear.

I nodded very slightly.

He pulled away from me, then I felt his cock at my entrance.

"Is this what you want?"

I nodded again.

"Tell me. Is this what you want?"

"Yes, I want it." I pleaded.

He knew my surrender was complete. He applied pressure, forcing his thick head against my pucker. Just when I thought there was no way in hell I would open enough to let his monster in, it happened. Jesus it hurt. I tried to escape the intruder, but Robert held on to me.

He kissed my neck again, and whispered to me "It's okay. The worse part is over." I knew he was right, but that didn't ease the pain any. He caressed my chest and slid his hand down to my now less erect dick. Stroking it slowly with two fingers and his thumb, it began to regain it firmness.

Soon he was moving his hips in time with his stroking of my dick. There was nothing to impede his advance, and I began to relax and try to concentrate on the new sensations. In my mind, he was sliding it all into me. In reality he was making about three inch strokes.

I became accustomed to the stretching and started to wiggle my butt on him. He took this as a sign to give me more. Never letting my dick out of his hand, he increased the depth of his invasion. Going deeper and deeper on each stroke, till I had taken it all. Then he slid almost out, then all the way back in, agonizingly slow. Jesus what a sensation. He did this repeatedly, making me groan with each stroke. He was claiming his territory.

"That's what you wanted, isn't it?"

"Mm hmm."

He picked up the pace a bit giving me very long strokes. I couldn't stop myself from pushing back into him.

He stopped "You like me in your ass, don't you." He said holding my hips against his. I squirmed around, trying to get him to move.

"Tell me." He demanded.

"I like you in my ass." I groaned.

"What do you want?" He whispered in my ear.

"I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me."

It must have been the right answer, because he did just that. And did it beyond belief. I shot a load shortly after he began plowing me. He was holding my dick and felt it pulse out my load.

"There you go baby. I'll give you what you need. Who's ass is this?"

"It's yours. Just keep fucking me. Please." I begged.

"Can I have it again?"

"Oh god yes. Anytime." I moaned.

I could actually feel his cock expand and become more rigid as he emptied himself inside me, pushing me over the edge again. I came a second time in his hand.

When he had recovered some, he raised his hand to his mouth and licked off my cream.

He drew me close and nuzzled my neck, leaving his cock buried in my welcoming ass. Soon I could hear his steady sleep breathing. I lay there with his arm around me, his breath in my ear, feeling very content. The slow rocking of the boat soon put me to sleep.

Later his deflated, yet still in me, cock began to stiffen. It woke me as it grew to its enviable size. It woke him too. He moved it in and out slowly. Not really trying to cum, just letting me know I was his. He kissed my neck and cuddled me as he staked his claim. I felt very girly, yet good too. My man was loving on me without wanting to orgasm. That, to me, is a high compliment.

Apparently men's cocks stiffen and relax throughout the night. Being asleep myself I had never noticed this. That is until I had a large cock in my ass all night that kept stiffening and relaxing. When it became rigid it would wake me. It's hard to sleep with a ten inch pipe in your ass. Most disturbing was that I wanted it to fuck me every time it got hard.

Sometime near dawn, his cock woke him too. He nuzzled my neck, stroked in and out a few times, then withdrew from me. I wanted to scream "Put it back!", but didn't.

I heard him washing up in the head, then come out and start coffee. I went to the head and when I came out, he had breakfast going. I realized I hadn't eaten anything since yesterday morning, and the scrambled eggs and bacon smelled great.

We ate on deck, then got out the fishing rods. Nothing was said about our night of anal passion. We were friends fishing together. Though I had trouble not looking at his crotch.

Do girls who give up their cherries constantly look at the crotch of the boy who took it? Do they think about what it looks like confined in the pants, and what it felt like inside them? Do they want to reach out and take it their hands and play with it?

Several times Robert would catch me staring at it, smile knowingly, and pat my thigh. It was like he was saying "Don't worry sweetie, I'll give it to you later." and I would blush at the thought.

We soon caught our lunch, and headed back to the house to cook it. Afterward, I finished loading the dishwasher, and Robert wiped the table. I needed a shower, and went to the master bath. He soon joined me, and I couldn't keep my hands off of him. I was captivated by his large cock. I had seen and sucked it numerous times, yet now I knew just what it was capable of, and wanted more.

We dried off and went to bed without a word. I lay on my side expecting him to spoon in behind me. Instead, he pulled me onto my back and then got between my legs. He reached under the pillow, and brought out a bottle of lube. He is presumptuous.

After lubing his cock, he tossed the bottle aside, lifted my legs and lined up. I groaned in pain when he popped in, but didn't stop him. He leaned down to me, and for the first time ever, kissed my lips.

Until then the thought of a man kissing me like that never entered my mind. Yet it was tender, and soothed the assault on my tunnel. He worked his way into me, and the kiss became more passionate, even demanding on my part, as I lifted my knees and invited him deeper into my core.

Varying the depth and intensity of his strokes, he played my body like a maestro, never needing instructions on how fast or hard to fuck me. He kissed me continuously and I wasn't the least bit put off.

After my second orgasm, Robert said "Here it comes, baby." and spewed his load in me. Then he collapsed beside me. I could feel his juice sloshing in my bowels. I lay my head on his chest. Like a new bride, I toyed with his cock, marveling in what it could do for me. He caressed my head, and let me play.

"Do you like it, baby?" He asked.

"It's magnificent. I love it." Damn, I'm getting girlier.

"It's all yours."

The thought suddenly crossed my mind that it had belonged to Louise for twenty odd years, and she could have shared it with me the last few. Now it was mine. I doubt that I would have shared it either.

We eventually made it to the pool, not bothering with clothes, but not forgetting our pitcher of margaritas.

"I love being up here with you. I can forget the firm, and the cases. I can relax and be me, but not alone. Even when Louise came here with me, I was still lonely. We weren't really open with each other. We were husband and wife or mother and father. Not companions, not friends."

I understood what he was saying. I was too busy taking care of Abby to invest time in a friendship.

"I enjoy it too." I said. "I haven't really had any friends."

"I know hundreds of people, but don't feel close to any of them. Until now that is." Robert said.

After dinner, Robert insisted I take his anal cherry too. I wasn't about to complain. I did the deed fairly well, making sure he got off too.

Sunday, it was back home, but not before a morning sixty nine.

Tuesday after work, I received a text from Robert.

"Must I wait until Friday to see you?"

I laughed and sent a selfie to him.

I instantly received a sad face emoji. I replied "How long will it take you to get here?"

Twenty minutes later he was in me, reclaiming what was already his.

Friday afternoon Robert drove us to the lake, as usual. We were sitting by the pool, nude of course, when he asked "What are your retirement plans, John?"

"I have been putting some money in a 401k. Now that Abby has moved on, I've tripled my weekly investment. I'll get benefits from the company as well since I'm upper management."

"When do you think you will be ready?"

"Hey! I'm still young. I figure I can still work in the field for another ten or fifteen years before they move me to an office in the basement for another five at least. What about you? What are your plans?"

"That's why I was asking you. I had always thought I would work until I was too senile to be of use to anyone. Now, I'm considering my options."

"What are the options under consideration?" I asked as I took a sip of my margarita.

"I have enough money to retire now. If I do, I'll still have income from the firm without handling any cases. I could travel and do things I've always wanted while I'm still young enough to enjoy it." He said wistfully.

"Yeah, I would like to do some traveling too, that's why I tripled my investments. I figure my house will be paid for in another five years so I can put in more in my retirement plan. When I do retire I'll have enough income to do some traveling."

We spent Friday evening and most of Saturday on the boat. Fishing, drinking, and of course, fucking. I never thought I would enjoy getting fucked in the ass by a big cock more than I enjoyed fucking a pussy. I hate to admit it, but that is the case. Or maybe it's just Robert. I really like him, and he is a wonderful lover.

Saturday night, after an hourlong fuck-a-thon, we were cuddling in bed. I was toying with his cock as usual, when Robert said "Move in with me."

"Uh..What?"

"You heard me. I want you to move in with me." Robert repeated.

"Why?"

"We're good friends. Do we need an excuse?"

"Excuse, no. Reason, yes." I answered rather abruptly.

"Reason? How about ..companionship?"

"We can be companions without living together." I countered.

"Look, John. I hate when you're not around. I laugh at a tv show and turn to see if you're laughing too. But you're not there. I read something in the newspaper and wonder what you would think of it. Then I have to wait til Friday to ask. Of course by then it's out of my head. Last week I was going nuts. By Tuesday I had to see you. Not just for a fuck, I really just wanted to be with you. Wednesday and Thursday, it took every bit of strength I have to not just show up on your doorstep."

I was touched. I knew I was doing the same things, but didn't know he was. Could I live with Robert?

"What would we tell the kids? What about my house? What if you get tired of me and kick me out, where would I go then?"

"You can sell your house, or keep it. You can probably rent it out and make a nice chunk of change every month. I won't kick you out, but if you decide to leave, you would still have your house. Tell the kids you're renting it out so you can pay it off faster. We're friends and enjoy each other's company, it only makes sense that we share that big house I have. I plan to give it to them once I retire anyway. It's roomy enough for however many children they decide to have."

"When do you plan to retire? If you give the kids your house, where will we live?"

"We can live here." He said.

"I can't go to work from here. The commute would take half the day."

"John, I'll make a deal with you. I'll even put it in writing if you want. If you'll move in with me, we can live in the city during the week and here on weekends, just as we are now, for as long as you want. When you feel comfortable with our situation and your finances, we both retire and live here full time. It will be your decision when I retire. Next week, next year, or ten years from now. Whenever you feel comfortable enough that you don't need to work anymore."

"I don't know, Robert. I really don't want the kids to know about...well, this. About what we're doing. I wouldn't want Abby and Mark to think less of us. How would they not find out? You have servants at your house in the city. What if they say something?"

"First, I think Abby and Mark would like to see us both less lonely. As far as the servants go, they are under very strict non disclosure agreements. They know if they say anything, I will own their asses for the rest of their lives. That's why you have never read anything bad about my family in the news. They don't talk. I have servants here too. They're off on weekends so you haven't seen them."

I was at a loss. It all sounded too good. And you know what they say. If it sounds too good to be true...

Robert noticed my hesitation. "How about this? I'll draw up a contract, I'll pay off your mortgage if you try it for one year. Put your furniture in storage, lease out your house. If at the end of that year, you want to move back to your house you can, or we can extend the contract as long as you want in one year intervals. Each additional year, I will put an equivalent amount in a trust for our grandchildrens' college fund." Robert said trying to persuade me.

"You know as well as I do, that our grandchildren probably won't need a college fund. Especially if you give them that big house." I countered again.

"Yeah, I know, but I thought it would sound like good icing on the cake." Robert laughed.

I grinned at him, pulled the covers up around us, then turned my back to him. Robert turned out the light and snuggled in behind me, pulling me close, and nuzzling my neck.

"Will you at least give it some thought?" He asked.

"Yes, I'll think about it. But why do you want this so bad?"

He kissed my neck and whispered in my ear "Because I'm in love with you."

Shit.. didn't expect that. But it was the right answer.

It's been three years since I moved in with Robert. Three years today. Abby is pregnant with our second grandchild. It's another boy. She plans to name him Robert. I'm sure he and his older brother, John, will get along as well as their grandfathers do.

Robert and I travel some, but not as much as we would like. That will change soon. I sold my house a few weeks ago, I haven't told Robert yet. I plan to tell him tonight at our anniversary dinner. Just before I tell him our retirement date.

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