© Copyright 1999-2001 by silli_artie@hotmail.com
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A work of fiction, meant for adults. Read something else if you are
not an adult, or are offended by stories with sexual content. Then
again, if all you’re looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you
should probably read something else. I welcome constructive comments.
Enjoy.
We stopped for groceries on the way. The beach house was cozy, immaculate, and had a wonderful view. We unloaded things and opened a bottle of white wine, sharing a glass as we looked out on the foggy coast.
"Thank you for staying with me," Nancy said.
"I’m so glad you asked; I didn’t know how," I told her.
After our toast, she gave me the tour. For a small place, it had four bedrooms, though one was an office, and yes it had the same setup, down to the desk, futon, file cabinet, and computer system. One other bedroom was set up with bookshelves and a massage table.
We went back to the living room. The fog was rolling in; it was getting chilly. She turned on the heat, then lit the fireplace. We sat for a while on the couch watching fog and surf.
Or I tried to sit. I wasn’t comfortable.
Finally she said, "Go to the bathroom and meet me by the massage table. You need to loosen up."
I wasn’t going to argue. It was hard for me to pull things down and pee; the dressings were stuck in place. I made it back to the massage table. She’d changed into sweat pants and a loose top.
"Okay, strip and face down on the table."
"Really?" I asked.
She smiled and pointed.
I peeled off what I could. "The bandages are attached a bit," I told her.
"We’ll take care of that; I need to change them anyway." She put a hand on my shoulder and turned me, looking at me as if I was a prize stallion.
She laughed a little. "You’re in very nice shape. Okay, on the table, face down."
I lay down and she gave me a very good massage. She told me again of meeting John this way; she was doing massage and physical rehabilitation work. She still enjoyed it. I told her she could do it any time she wanted to. She laughed at that.
Eventually she wanted me to roll over. I was worried about an erection, what she would think, but when I felt a tug at the dressings on my balls, all thoughts of an erection vanished.
"Stuck pretty good, I’d say," she muttered.
I agreed. She tugged a little more, and I made more noise.
"Well, I can leave them alone tonight, but they’re going to come off tomorrow. Agreed?"
"Okay, if you say so," I told her.
She leaned over me and smiled. "I say so. Now close your eyes again and relax."
She turned down the lights and worked me over slowly and gently. She worked my abs and legs and I felt myself stiffening. She worked around me, telling me to relax. I did, after a while.
She finished up working on my head and neck. That felt great, and I was erect and hard as a rock again, to the point where I could feel pain in my balls.
My eyes still closed, I felt a hand on my forehead, then felt her other hand gently grasp my cock. I gasped.
"No, you’re supposed to relax," she said, laughter in her voice. "The doctor says you need another day of rest." She took her hand away and I sighed.
"But after that..." She kissed me full on the lips, then went back to working my head and neck, turning me back to jelly. She told me, "Take your time getting up," and left the room.
I sat up a while later. I felt much better. I took a towel and wiped myself down, then put on underwear and sweats again. I made my way back to the living room. She was sitting watching the fog, another glass of wine in hand. I sat next to her and kissed her hand.
She handed me a glass of wine. "How was that?"
"Wonderful," I told her, "I could get used to that."
She chuckled. "Good." Then she got a funny look on her face.
"You’re in the computer business, right?"
"Yup."
She got up and came back with a Jaz disk, handing it to me.
"What can you make of this?" she asked.
I told her what it was. She wasn’t computer literate. John evidently spent time every day on the computer wherever they were.
"Like me to take a look?"
"Please. I’ll start dinner for us. Pasta and a salad okay?"
"That sounds great," I told her. We stood up and hugged, then kissed gently. As we kissed I felt her nipples harden, and felt myself harden as well. Only when I got hard, I hurt.
I winced and pulled back. She laughed a little. "Let’s get to work; I’ll let you recover."
I went in to the computer. It powered up with a nice "bong" sound. When it came up, I checked the configuration. Same as at our place; the fastest thing on the market, 512 megs of real memory, lots of fast disk, built in Jaz 2 drive.
Talking during the drive, Nancy mentioned letting Jill and Karen know what she could of John’s schedule from the printed calendar he kept. I brought it up on the computer; it was the same program Janet had been using. I was going to have to get her calendar and compare things. Sure enough, Friday showed a "business breakfast" followed by a "business meeting" in Tahoe returning late Sunday. Various other appointments were also present.
I popped the Jaz disk in and got a surprise. It had one icon on it, representing a 650 meg file. I double clicked it and was presented with a password dialog. I recognized the program; I used it on my Mac at work. It lets you keep encrypted disk partitions, and is very secure. I had no idea what the password was, and knew that if we didn’t have the password, the contents were not retrievable. I hit the enter key for grins. It gave me the "wrong password" message, and then put up the password box again, this time with a hint. The hint line had one word: Keyboard.
I laughed. Could it be that simple? I turned over the keyboard, expecting to find a password taped to the bottom. No such luck.
I sat and thought. "Nancy? Could you come here please?" I hollered out.
She walked in and kissed me on the top of the head. "You need a shower. What’s up?"
I moved her to my side and put an arm around her waist. "I may need help showering," I told her.
"A likely story," she said, holding my hand on her waist.
"Did John have a good memory, especially for weird things, little details?"
"No, not at all. He wrote down everything. He didn’t even trust himself to remember phone numbers."
I sat thinking; a mystery.
"I’ve got to get back to the pasta; is that all?" she asked.
"Yeah, for now."
She kissed me on the top of the head again and walked out. I flopped the keyboard over again.
Wait, how about the keyboard serial number? I wrote that down and tried it. No dice.
I thought for another minute or so. Then I started laughing. Same identical setup in multiple places? The serial number on the keyboard would be different. But the model number wouldn’t!
I copied that from the bottom of the keyboard and tried it. Bingo, I was in.
There was a folder with another calendar file. It also had some text files. I started with the calendar.
It was very similar, except it was color-coded and had a lot more detail. I turned on the color printer and printed out the last few months of the color-coded one, one page per month, and the "normal" calendar as well.
The colored one was littered with cryptic colored abbreviations. Part of the mystery cleared up easily. His Friday meetings, including the trip to Tahoe, were coded blue. Janet had blue eyes. His trip to Europe coming up was coded green; Nancy had green eyes. That left yellow and brown. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Some of the abbreviation I couldn’t decode. What did "Nancy served" just after the return from Europe mean? Sometimes the colors overlapped; usually the overlaps had a code of "PS" in one color. What was that? There was a green PS from Wednesday a few weeks ago.
Last Friday seemed to be quite crowded -- too many entries to fit in the little box on the printed page. I double clicked on that date on calendar to see it on screen in more detail.
There it was, from the morning until the... Oh shit. There at 6PM was the entry "Bill served." My stomach took another leap for my throat but I swallowed it back down. Now I knew what "Nancy served" meant. The bastard was planning on divorcing her. I moved to that date on the calendar, deleted that event, and reprinted the page. She didn’t need to see that. Hell, I didn’t need to see that.
I gathered the pages and went into the dining area. Nancy was setting the table.
"You found something?" she said, her smile changing to a look of concern as she saw the look on my face.
"Yup, but I don’t know what it means." I waved a color-coded calendar page. "He kept very good records. I figured out you’re green, and Janet was blue."
She sat down beside me, looked at things, and after a few moments said, "But who are brown and yellow then?"
I looked at her. "Good question." I pointed to the Wednesday with the green "PS" tag. "What happened that Wednesday?"
She looked at the page and frowned. I spread out a few more and said, "It’s tagged every month or so, and the other colors have that tag as well."
She looked into space for a bit, puzzled. Then a shocked and astonished look covered her face. "The bastard! That’s when my period started!"
I had to laugh. After a few breaths she started laughing as well.
"My, what a randy character. That explains the overlap." I pointed to overlapping colors. He was even predicting when things would occur, and planning to be with another person at that time, assuming the colors represented different women.
"That bastard, that randy bastard!" she said.
He had Janet’s cycle going back about six months. There was a tag six months ago in blue with the code "1st" on it. I guessed what that meant. Going forward from now, there was another blue tag later in the middle of her cycle, coded "PK." I pointed to that and said, "Any guess what that is?"
She looked at it, flipping forward and back. Then she looked as if she was going to cry. I held on to her. "What is it? Do you know?"
She took a ragged breath. "It fits. Getting you fixed, you talked about Janet wanting to get off the pill, the divorce." She pointed at the blue PK mark, a week after they were to be back from Europe. He already had two days blocked off on his "business" calendar. She took a sobbing breath and said, "That’s when she would be at the peak of her fertility."
I couldn’t believe it. I held Nancy. She cried; I was beyond that. Janet wanted me fixed so she could be sure she had his baby; that’s what it pointed to. Nancy sobbed again. "He wanted to redo the bedroom next to ours, but wasn’t sure what he wanted yet, so they were just going to leave the walls plain." She sobbed more and I held her. That was going to be the nursery, most likely.
I held her and found my voice somehow. "Nancy, it’s over now; it’s over. We’ve got puzzles to solve, but it’s over."
She held me, and after a bit pulled back a bit. "You’re right. I’m glad you found that. We should call Jill and fill her in."
I smiled and brushed away her tears. "After dinner. We should eat."
She looked up in surprise. "God, the garlic bread..." She turned and hurried to the kitchen.
She came back shortly; the bread was crisp but not a loss. We sat next to each other at the end of the table, eating and puzzling out the calendar pages. Everything pointed to him keeping four women. Nancy and Janet we knew about. Who were the others?
"One must be in Tahoe," I said between bites of salad. "Look at both calendars. He’s up there with Janet occasionally, but it looks like he’s up there more with Miss Brown. Miss Brown is always in Tahoe." We were referring to our mystery women by color.
She nodded. "Karen thought he had something funny going on in Tahoe, but lost him around here." She pointed at a date last week, colored brown.
We finished and went back to the computer room to puzzle things out more. About eight thirty we got a call. I picked up the phone in the office and said, "Hello?"
"Hi, this is Jill. How are you two doing?"
"Jill, let me put you on speakerphone," I said. I pushed buttons on the phone.
"You still there?" I asked.
"Yes, how are you?" she asked.
Nancy said, "I’m not sure."
"What’s happening?" Jill asked.
"Well, are you sitting down?" I said.
"Yes, why?"
I sighed a bit and started in. "You were right about him having someone in Tahoe, and he had someone else as well, from the looks of it."
"What?" came the shriek from the phone.
We explained what we’d found, and how we’d deduced what we had so far. She concurred. She wanted faxes of the pages; I told her it was all color-coded, it could wait until tomorrow. Nancy told her of the baby making plans.
"I don’t believe it! What else have you found?"
We told her that’s as far as we’d gone, but we were just starting. Jill told us she’d send Karen over right away in the morning. We talked for quite a while more. At one point I looked at the clock; it was almost ten. Nancy and I looked at each other; we were both tired. We told Jill we were calling it a night, and so should she.
After we hung up, we shut down the computer and went to the bedroom. We held each other standing there. We went into the bathroom and both stripped.
"Nancy, you are beautiful," I told her, "You deserve better."
She made a funny noise as she looked at me. "Bill, I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. I was thinking the same about you."
We held each other some more, then washed up. Standing there at the double sinks, I was amazed and confused. Nancy put a hand on my shoulder and said, "What is it?"
I turned to her. "Other than the fact that I’m used to the right hand sink in the bathroom, it feels so natural being here with you, yet it’s so strange."
That got more laughter and hugs. She handed me a pill, and took one herself.
We took turns going to the bathroom, then went to bed. I crawled into a very nice king sized bed, and someone warm crawled in next to me.
"This is a great bed," I told her. She giggled a bit. "We’re getting new mattresses Thursday, they’re supposed to be even better," she said as she put her arms around me.
I sat up quickly, regretting it a bit. "Really? Get the calendars for me, please?"
"Okay, if you insist," she said, a little grumpy. She got out of bed, returning a bit later, looking over the pages.
"Good guess," she said with a sigh as she walked back to the bed. "We’re supposed to get new bedding Thursday morning here, then at the Woodside house. Both those are marked in green with MD. There’s another MD in yellow for that afternoon. It must be somewhere in the valley."
I looked at the calendar page. Thursday we’d know. I handed them back and she put them on her nightstand, then turned off the light. We snuggled up close. I found myself snuggling down until my head was between her breasts. The sensation of her full warm breasts underneath her simple cotton nightie was electric yet calming. It was impossible for me to not compare her fullness to Janet’s small and perky breasts. I felt my lips moving rhythmically against the cloth, wondering about her taste, as we drifted off to sleep.
I woke up to a phone ringing. I rolled to get it, hitting someone with my arm. I was groggy. What was I doing on the wrong side of the bed? The phone rang again; it was on the other side. I turned to the other side. As my legs crossed the sudden pain between my legs helped clear my mind. I grabbed the phone and made a noise like "Haroo?"
Laughter greeted me. "Good morning Bill, this is Karen. I’ll be at the house in about fifteen minutes, I wanted to be sure you were awake."
I mumbled something and hung up the phone. I sat up on the side of the bed and rubbed my face, memories of the last few days coming back to kick me in the stomach and groin.
I felt Nancy’s hand on my back. "Who was that?" she asked as she sat up behind me, putting her arms around me.
I looked at the clock; it was a little after seven in the morning.
"That was Karen. She’ll be here in fifteen minutes."
Nancy hugged me. I could feel her breasts pressing into my back.
"How do you feel this morning?" she whispered as she rocked me gently.
I let my head fall back against her. "My nuts feel like they’re the size of golf balls."
"That bad?"
I chuckled a little; it didn’t hurt to laugh as much as it did yesterday. "No, that good. Yesterday they felt the size of lemons."
She chuckled with me and kissed me on the ear. "Then you’re getting better. Do you need help standing up?"
"No. Yes. Please," I said.
She chuckled a little more and came around in front of me. She helped me stand up, and I put my arms around her and held her.
"You are so warm and soft. I wanted to hold you, lose myself in you."
She squeezed me a little. "Don’t worry; we have time. Let’s get ready for our guest. I’ll start coffee."
I reluctantly let her go. I went into the bathroom. I’d slept in a T-shirt and jockey shorts; normally I slept in a T-shirt, or nothing. The gauze packed around my balls looked better than the last batch. The outer pieces fell off easily. The innermost layer seemed to be attached still. I sat carefully on the can, then went out and got clean undies and my sweat pants after washing up and brushing my teeth.
I went into the office and powered up the confuser. I turned on the printer and opened up the calendars, printing out copies of the months we’d puzzled over.
I heard Nancy in the bathroom; she came into the office a few minutes later.
"Coffee?" she asked from the doorway.
"No thanks, I don’t drink it," I told her. She came in and put her hands on my shoulders, kneading gently. "Anything interesting?" she asked.
I sighed. "That feels great. I’m just making copies for Karen and Jill, haven’t looked at anything new." I selected a range of months and hit print. She pulled my head back between her breasts and massaged my temples.
We went out to the kitchen and I had a banana and a glass of juice. I was contemplating toast when the doorbell rang. Nancy answered it.
"What brings you over so early?" Nancy asked, handing Karen a cup of coffee.
"Thanks," she said, taking a sip, "Jill wants to see what you’ve found before nine this morning."
We sat at the kitchen table and went over things. Karen took notes. We went back to the office and I showed her what I’d done on the computer. At one point Karen asked what was in the other files on that encrypted disk. I told her I hadn’t had a chance to look yet.
She left about half past eight. I called my boss but got his voicemail. I left a curt message I’d be out for a few days, and would call in tomorrow afternoon.
That left me sitting in front of the computer in somewhat of a funk. What next? There were so many things to do; I didn’t know which to do first.
Nancy helped out. She came in and rubbed my shoulders some more. "Why don’t you go take a good, long shower? That will help."
"Good idea," I told her.
She followed me into the bathroom, and took a look at my painful but now purely decorative family jewels.
"Just let the water soak through. Don’t pull on the gauze; if it comes off, that’s great, but don’t push it."
"Don’t worry, I won’t. Will you join me? Save water?"
She gave me a hug and ran her hands over my back as she laughed softly. "No, you take your time. I’ve got some phone calls to make."
I got my soap and shampoo out of my bag and got into the shower. The shower head was good, and there seemed to be an endless supply of hot water. It felt good to be clean again. The gauze even fell off after a while. I got out and started drying off. As I was working on my hair Nancy walked in, portable phone in hand.
"Oh, the dressings have come off on both sides," she said into the phone. She motioned me to put a leg up on the counter, exposing my battered and bruised fruit. She got down on her knees to get a better look.
"No, no signs of infection. Some suture ends are sticking out. Some bruising, right side is visibly swollen. No, I can’t tell if the left is swollen or not."
I felt gingerly and said, "The left one is swollen too."
She smiled and said, "Some swelling in the left, both are still tender."
As she was listening to the phone she leaned over and took the tip of my limp cock in her mouth quickly. She released it just as quickly and stood up, keeping me steady. The world had taken a sudden spin.
"Okay, we’ll see you at three this afternoon then. Thanks, doctor." She pushed another button on the phone and put it down on the counter. My cock was at about half mast and unsure which direction to go as she put her hands on my shoulders.
"We’ve got an appointment for three. I’ll call Jill and move our meeting with her to after that. How do you feel now? Better?"
I looked in her eyes. "I’m cleaner at least. What did the doctor have to say?" Why was I ignoring what she’d done?
"I filled him in on Friday night, the repairs they did. We figure your vomiting was intense enough to disturb things. I’ll trim the suture ends a little so they won’t catch on things. You’re supposed to relax and stay off your feet today until we get over to see him."
"Sounds good to me. What’s next? I could get back to the confuser, especially if we’re going to meet with Jill this afternoon. There is a bunch more stuff for me to dig through."
She shook her head. "No, that’s not relaxing. I want you on the massage table. You didn’t sleep too well last night; you tossed and turned a lot."
I shook my head as I hung up the towel. "You should have held me. It was so nice going to sleep in your arms." Make that half mast and slowly rising.
She took my hand and led me out of the bathroom. "I almost did a couple of times. I was going to early this morning, but the phone rang."
We went into the little room with the massage table. I started down on my stomach, but she said, "No, on your back first. Let’s take care of those suture ends."
"Good idea. I could feel something poking me as I walked," I said as I rolled to my back.
She spread my legs and started looking and touching. This was definitely not erotic; it was uncomfortable. I probably made noise as I felt her moving things around.
"Okay, I know how to do this. Leave your eyes closed and relax. I’ll be right back."
A bit later I heard sort of a hissing noise, then felt a mask being placed on my face. It smelled kind of fruity. I opened my eyes. "What’s this?" I said through the mask.
She leaned over me and smiled. "Something special. Relax and take a deep breath for me. Just relax and enjoy."
I took a few deep breaths. Things started buzzing, I was getting more relaxed by the moment. I expected things to fade out, but they just hovered. My eyes were fluttering. I didn’t know if I wanted to just stay there or to move around.
"Close your eyes for me now, relax and enjoy it."
I felt her hands on me again, but the pain was far away and didn’t matter.
"Can you roll on to your stomach for me? Let me help," she said.
I felt very heavy, but managed to roll over. She positioned my head and the mask in the face cradle. It was funny; sometimes I had trouble breathing during a massage, the drape on the face cradle got in the way. It was so much better with the mask.
She worked on my back, hips, legs, and feet in silence. Occasionally she told me to breathe into a part, or to relax. There were some intense spots in my shoulders, and in my calves.
Then it was roll over again. She draped a towel over my eyes to shade me from the sunlight streaming into the room. She worked on my feet, then worked up my legs. There were more intense spots in my quads, and as she worked into my abdomen I felt myself getting erect again. She moved past that to my shoulders.
Then she slipped off the mask. I must have made some noise; I was enjoying it immensely.
"Don’t worry. It’s not over yet," she said. Then something else fitted over me and I felt something against my nostrils. "Breathe through your nose now, through your nose."
Ah, a nasal cannula. She moved the towel off my head and started in on my head and neck. That felt marvelous. Soon I was moaning under her touch, fully erect and then some.
She paused for a moment, then I felt a hand on my chest again. I saw a shadow through my closed eyes as the sunlight was blocked. "Breathe through your nose," I heard her say. Then I felt a nipple in my mouth as she pressed into me.
Her nipple and breast filled my face, and I breathed through my nose. After some time in heaven I felt a slippery hand on my cock, stroking me gently at first, then with more vigor as my hips began to move on their own.
I breathed faster, deeper, getting dizzier as she held me and pumped me. I was moaning and bucking on the table. Before I knew it I was past that point of no return and let go completely, pumping into her hand, feeling the warmth spurt onto my belly.
She continued stroking me for a bit, then her hand left my shaft. Her weight shifted on me and she started to pull away. I flopped up a hand on to her, trying to hold her where she was.
"Okay darling," she said softly, "I’ll stay here for a bit. But now I want you to breathe deeply for me as you drift off to sleep; relax and drift off to sleep."
Her nipple pressed into my mouth again, forcing me to breathe through my nose. I felt coolness in my nostrils and took a deep breath, getting dizzier and heavier, fading away.
I woke up on my back, the mask on my face again. My head was clear, and I felt incredibly relaxed and refreshed. I lifted an arm to my head and Nancy was at my side, looking at me.
"Good morning sleepy head. Do you feel better?"
She helped me take off the mask and sit up.
"Nancy, I feel great. Like to tell me how it was from where you were?" I looked behind me. There on a wheeled stand were a pair of gas bottles and a complicated looking mixing setup.
"I enjoyed it very much." She smiled and patted the bottles. "Courtesy of my ex-husband. Oxygen and nitrous oxide."
"Ooh, kinky," I said, chuckling.
"Yes, but also very useful. I couldn’t have trimmed those suture ends without it. And it was easier to work out the rest of the tension as well, wasn’t it?"
I put my arms around her. She had a T-shirt on again, with nothing on under it.
"I’ve never experienced anything like that. Your nipple and the cannula was an incredible combination."
She pulled back and looked at me. "You like my nipples?"
I sighed. "Yes. I was wondering how you would taste as I went to sleep last night."
She smiled. "You don’t remember last night?"
I sat up a little more. "Remember what?"
She put her hands on my shoulders. "I felt your mouth against me, moving so gently and nicely, and after a while I pulled up my nightie for you. I went to sleep with you sucking on me."
I sighed, then paused, frowning a bit.
"What is it? Tell me Bill," she said, frowning and concerned.
I put my hands on her waist. "Nancy, I can’t help but compare you to... I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to hurt me."
She touched her forehead to mine. "I know. I feel it too. They’re gone; they can’t hurt us anymore. Tell me."
I closed my eyes. "Janet never liked me paying attention to her nipples. There were so many times I wanted to do just what you described, go to sleep in her arms, sucking on her."
She sighed and pulled my head to her shoulder. "That’s all right, I understand. After the first couple of months John never paid much attention to my breasts, other than grabbing them. Holding you to me last night was very fulfilling. I need more of that, a lot more."
"So do I," I told her.
We stood there for a bit, then she helped me stand. We went into the bathroom and took a quick shower together, mainly to get the massage oil off me. I "helped" her get cleaned off as well, working up quite a lather between us. We kissed under the water as we rinsed off.
Dried and dressed again, I looked at the clock. It was almost eleven. We looked at each other.
As I thought, my stomach tightened.
"What is it?" she said.
I smiled. "Damn you’re good." I stepped closer and hugged her.
"As much as I don’t want to do it," I told her, " I should go by my place to pick up more clothes. I don’t want to stay there though. Will you come with me?"
She gave me a squeeze. "Of course, silly. How else would you get there? Let’s get some lunch first."
Tales of the Golden Mule
Tales of the Golden Mule
by silli_artie@hotmail.com
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