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A Different Sort Of Lifestyle
Chapter 22: The Love Nest
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2006

Jack sat down on the daybed that June had put in the guest room. It 
wasn't very comfortable, basically a mattress with a bunch of 
overstuffed pillows placed against the back. He wondered why she 
hadn't gotten a real sofa. He looked around the room feeling a little 
puzzled by the changes. She had redecorated the guest room 
without telling him about it until that evening. 

He went over to the recliner that she had put on the other side of 
the room and sat down on it. It was much more comfortable than 
the daybed. Tilting the recliner back, he looked at the small 
television with a built-in VCR wondering why she would change 
the guest room in that fashion. The remote control was on a small 
table by the chair. Next to the remote control was a note. Idly, he 
picked up the note and read it with a frown. He wondered why she 
wanted him to watch the television in this room when the living 
room had a much larger and better television.

He sat up straight with his mouth open when the video started on 
the television. It took a second for the sound of the door closing to 
register. His wife glided over to the daybed and settled herself on 
it. He grinned at the sight of her wearing an identical outfit to the 
woman on the Playmate Video that was playing on the television. 
Happier than he had been in ages, he said, "Bunny, you look 
great."

Upon hearing him call her Bunny, June smiled at her husband. It 
had been years since he had called her that. She said, "I hoped you 
would like it."

The transparent gown showed more than it hid. Even from across 
the room he could see the dark aureoles that contrasted so sharply 
with her pale white breasts. He licked his lips at the thought of 
going over to her and getting her naked. Suddenly concerned about 
Lisa coming in and seeing them, he asked, "What about Lisa?"

"She helped me decorate the room. She knows not to come in 
here," June answered with a smile. The room was Lisa's idea 
although June was halfway convinced that Lisa wanted to use it 
herself with Harry occasionally. 

She adjusted her pose so that her legs were curled up under her and 
she was leaning back with her weight supported on one arm. After 
adjusting her hair she moved her hand down to caress her breast. 
Women didn't really sit around looking like that except in male 
fantasies. She was presenting him with his fantasy.

Jack glanced at the television and noticed that his wife was 
arranged just like the woman on the screen. The sight gave him an 
immediate erection; a response to her that he hadn't had in years. 
He was unable to take his eyes from her while she moved from 
time to time to emulate the woman on the television. Adjusting his 
cock, he said, "I've got my Bunny back."

The minor adjustment wasn't lost on June. It excited her to know 
that she had that effect on him despite the damage that the years 
had done to her body. She wasn't fat, but was what many call full 
figured. Once upon a time, her shape had been considered 
extremely sexy. She had nice soft curves, large soft breasts, and 
just enough padding to soften the joining of bodies. She had read 
once that Marilyn Monroe was considered overweight by modern 
standards, but that was the body type Jack loved. 

Now that she was the subject of his attention, it dawned on her 
how much she had missed his appreciation for her body. She 
played with her hair while answering, "Bunny is happy to be back. 
Why don't you get a little more comfortable?"

It didn't take him a minute to get undressed. He sat back in his 
chair and fondled his erection while watching her move from pose 
to pose. This was just like it had been when they had first married. 
Unable to hold back, he said, "You are every man's wet dream."

It was the highest compliment that Jack would give a woman. He 
was placing her on a pedestal occupied by every playmate of the 
month since Playboy had come out. She undid the little ribbon 
holding the top closed. It fell open exposing a major percentage of 
her breasts. She asked, "Do you like what you are seeing?"

"Oh, yeah."

The poses in men's magazines had become ever more explicit over 
the years. The action on the television became less artful and more 
obvious. June wasn't sure that she appreciated that change. 
Teasing and hinting at treasures seemed much more effective in 
getting a man's attention and holding it. Despite her belief, she 
shifted her pose and spread her legs.

Before she had even settled back in place, Jack was there between 
her legs. After that, there wasn't much need for talking. His tongue 
was too busy and she wasn't in a frame of mind to listen. Holding 
his head between her legs, June reached an orgasm before she had 
even realized that she was approaching one. The last time she had 
come like that had been just after Lisa had been conceived. She 
had missed it more than she had realized.

Sweating and exhausted from an intense love making session, Jack 
lay beside his naked wife running a finger around her nipple. The 
transparent gown she had been wearing was on the floor where he 
had thrown it. He sighed and said, "I missed my Bunny."

"I missed being your Bunny," she replied feeling content. 

The daybed was surprisingly comfortable when lying down and 
Jack was tempted to fall asleep. The only thing keeping him awake 
was his happiness at having the woman he had married back. He 
was so happy that he wasn't even going to ask how much setting 
up the room had cost. As if she read his mind, she said, "Lisa and I 
bought everything at garage sales. We decorated the room for less 
than two hundred dollars."

"Wow," Jack said surprised at how little she had spent. There were 
still a few hurt feelings lurking in his heart, but this surprise had 
gone far to eliminate a lot of them. He sighed and said, "You 
should have been a playmate."

Smiling, she said, "I'm your mate and you're free to play with me 
any time you want. I guess that makes me your playmate."

"We'll have to wait for those times when Lisa is gone," Jack said.

"She knows not to come in when the door is closed," June said. 

"But..."

"But nothing. We agreed to respect her privacy when Harry is over 
here. She's agreed to respect our privacy when we are in here. We 
can wear whatever we want in here and she'll never know," June 
said. She had a long talk with Lisa about that when they had started 
this little project.

"It just feels a little strange to know that she knows what is going 
on in here," Jack said.

"As far as she is concerned we are having a Victorian Tea Party," 
June said.

The comment made Jack laugh. He knew that it wasn't true, but 
just like he ignored what Lisa was doing with Harry he could 
ignore her knowing. He leaned over and took his wife's nipple in 
his mouth deciding that life was good for a change. He felt his 
cock stirring.

He wasn't the only one to notice his growing erection. Stunned, 
surprised, and pleased, June said, "Again?"

Easing off her nipple, he gave the answer she wanted to hear when 
he said, "My Bunny."

A purr of contentment rose from deep within her. He hadn't made 
love to her two times back to back like this since Lisa had been 
conceived. She wondered how it was that she could have gone over 
seventeen years without a man desiring her enough to want to do it 
twice.

---

Dressed in his boxers and robe, Jack wandered into the kitchen to 
get a glass of milk before heading to bed. Much to his surprise, 
Lisa was at the kitchen table drinking a glass of milk and eating a 
cookie. She smiled and asked, "What did you think of mom's 
surprise?"

Embarrassed to be talking about it with his daughter, Jack said, "It 
was a nice surprise. You two did a very nice job setting up a den."

"Den? Is that what you call it?" she asked. Grinning, she said, "I 
thought a bunny home was called a warren."

"Uh, yeah," Jack answered nearly dropping the carton of milk. 

Watching her father, she realized that he wasn't that good at 
showing his emotions. From what she had heard while they were in 
the room, it was obvious that he had been very pleased with the 
surprise. She wondered why she had never noticed that before 
now. Feeling a little sad by the years of misunderstanding, she 
said, "I'm happy now."

"Good," he answered wondering what had provoked that comment.

Knowing that he had no idea what she was talking about, she said, 
"I mean that I'm really happy now that I've gotten to know you 
better. Up until now, it was like I was living half a life."

Jack finished pouring his milk and returned the carton to the 
refrigerator before replying. He wasn't used to talking about his 
feelings, but knew this was one of those times when it was 
probably required. He replied, "I'm a lot happier too."

"I can tell. I guess that I've never known the real Jack McCullum," 
Lisa said watching her father.

Puzzled by the comment, he took a seat at the table and a sip of his 
milk while trying to figure out how to answer. The delay in 
responding to her comment made Lisa wonder if she had said 
something wrong. There were times when her insecurities still rose 
up and nagged at her. 

Unaware of the little twinge of doubt that ate at Lisa, he answered, 
"There isn't that much to know. I'm a man who works hard to 
support his family and that's about it."

The simple summary of how he viewed himself floored Lisa. She 
said, "I never knew that you liked fishing."

"Well, I haven't done it in years," Jack said shrugging his 
shoulders. He hadn't expected her to know about that since the 
subject had never come up in the past.

"I didn't know that you knew how to build things," she said. 
Watching him build the boat had been fascinating. She'd never 
seen anyone build something out of wood before. It amazed her to 
see the stack of wood slowly turn into a boat.

"I'm just a man. That's what men do to relax. We build things," 
Jack said as if he was explaining the obvious.

Lisa realized that Jack meant a lot more when he described himself 
as being a man than just identifying his gender. It was a major 
revelation to her. She knew that she could use talking about men as 
a way to get him to talk about himself. She said, "I guess I've 
never understood what it is that makes a man a man. Could you 
explain it to me?"

Now that he wasn't the subject of discussion, Jack relaxed and 
said, "Well, men are just men. I don't know if I can really explain 
it. We are what we do, I guess. 

"We like to work with our hands and build things. Some men like 
to fix cars, others like to work with metal, and some of us like to 
work with wood. I like working with wood. 

"Men like to go out into nature. Some men hunt, some fish, and 
others play golf. Now, there's a bunch of boys that like riding their 
dirt bikes. It's all the same thing. It's a chance for a man to get 
outdoors and relax. I never understood those guys that like to go to 
ballets and operas. It makes me wonder if they are really men.

"Men like to have a little excitement in their lives, particularly 
when they are younger. You know what I mean. Men like fast cars, 
sky diving, mountain climbing, and sports. I used to like playing 
football.

"Of course, the most important thing is that a man provides for his 
family. That's a lot of work. Earning a wage, keeping a roof 
overhead, and protecting the family from the kinds of bad things 
that exist in this world takes up most of our time. Some men 
confuse being a success in their career with providing for their 
family. They're different things. At least, that's what my Daddy 
told me."

Jack stopped and looked at his daughter. He felt that he had given a 
fairly complete description of what men were all about. The 
wonder on her face suggested to him that she had never known 
that. Frowning, he asked, "Didn't I show you that over the years?"

"Yes, you did, but I didn't see it," she answered. It amazed her that 
there were facets to him that he displayed while never talking 
about them. She had heard of some men being described as the 
strong silent type. It had never dawned on her that the term could 
be used to describe her father, but it did. 

"Oh." 

She wondered about his job. She asked, "How did you end up in 
your job?"

"I had just gotten out of high school. A friend of mine had a 
summer job there and told me there was a job opening. I applied 
and got the job. It was a very good job for someone with just a 
high school degree. I was making more money than all of the guys 
who went on to college. I started as a shipping clerk and worked 
the counter. I never left and got promoted to being in charge of the 
shipping department despite the fact that I don't have a college 
degree," he answered. 

"Didn't you want a college degree?" she asked.

Knowing that she didn't mean anything by it, Jack still felt a 
twinge of insecurity about his lack of higher education. He 
answered, "I wasn't that smart in school. It wasn't that I was dumb 
or anything. It was more like I never got into the whole education 
thing. I considered it, but things didn't work out."

"Didn't work out?" she asked wondering if he had tried and 
dropped out.

"Well, I married your mother. Quitting work and going to school 
just wasn't an option. I had a family to provide for and I really 
needed the paycheck," Jack said. He had been young and foolish. 
The quick money right out of high school had made him think he 
had a better future than what experience had taught him. 

"You've done a great job providing for us," she said. 

"Well, I want you to go to college. I've been saving money out of 
every paycheck since the day you were born. I started with ten 
dollars a week and over time increased it. Now I put about fifty a 
week into your college fund," Jack said. The amount of money in 
her college fund was rather pitiful compared to how much some of 
the schools cost. He heard that it cost half a million dollars at some 
schools to become a Doctor. 

"I didn't know you had done that," Lisa said. Hearing that, she 
wondered how she had ever believed that he had hated her. 

Jack smiled at her and said, "You have a right to be what ever you 
want to be. My job as your father is to provide for you. I've done 
the best that I can to do that. You can have a degree, a career, and a 
family."

"What do guys look for in girls?" she asked.

Jack didn't want to answer that he was looking for a woman who 
looked like a playmate of the month. Instead of answering her 
question, he deflected it by saying, "Your mother understands that 
better than I do."

"What do you mean? You're a man," Lisa asked confused by his 
answer.

"Well, there's a difference between what we think we want and 
what really gets us caught," Jack answered shrugging his 
shoulders. He took a sip of his milk and said, "You really should 
talk to your mother about attracting boys. I never understood half 
of what women go through to get a man."

"How do you think they should do it?"

"Stand naked in the front yard," Jack answered with a laugh.

"That's not funny."

"Probably not, but it is true," Jack said. "If you were to do that, 
every boy in the neighborhood would show up and half of the men. 
Of course, I'd end up in jail about twenty minutes later for killing 
the first one that touched you."

"You're kidding," she said.

"Not at all," Jack replied in a serious voice. At the look of surprise 
on her face, he explained, "That's what a man does. He's willing to 
give up everything, including his freedoms and his life, to protect 
the ones he loves."

"Wow," Lisa said staring at her father. After years of thinking that 
he didn't love her, the expression of a complete willingness to die 
for her was staggering. It made her wonder what she had done to 
deserve such dedication. 

Jack sat back in his chair and sighed. He said, "That's why I was 
so worried about your relationship with Harry."

"Huh?"

"Harry's father has a lot more money than we do. I was afraid that 
he was just interested in using you and then throwing you away. I 
didn't know what to do to protect you from him, but every 
possibility that I thought about didn't have a good end," Jack said. 

"What kinds of things did you think he would do?" Lisa asked. 

"Beat you, rape you, or abandon you in the middle of nowhere if 
you didn't put out for him," Jack answered. He thought of the 
many stories about a rather famous political family and how they 
treated the women around them. He knew that he'd kill the man 
who did that to his daughter.

"Harry wouldn't do that," Lisa protested.

"Well, I must admit that I did feel a little better after talking to his 
father. Any man that talks about his first car the way he does, 
particularly when it was a Volkswagen, can't be all that bad," Jack 
said. He'd also been impressed that the other man had brought up 
the fact that he'd preferred to have met by having a barbecue rather 
than the formal dinner. It made him realize that this was a man 
who supported his family in much the same way that he did. 

"You like him because he loved his old Volkswagen?" She found 
the whole idea rather amusing despite the fact that she didn't 
understand it.

"It was a special kind of car," Jack said. Most guys who owned 
Volkswagens learned how to fix cars. They were rugged and ran 
forever, but did break on occasion. The great thing was that a guy 
could fix it himself. He had pulled the engine off his first bus a 
couple of times to replace the clutch plate. It was an easy car to 
customize. 

His friend had put a fancy muffler on his beetle and a Rolls Royce 
front hood. His friend had said that his bug had pretensions of 
grandeur. They both laughed about it, but his friend was just as 
proud of his beetle as he had been of his bus. The Volkswagen had 
allowed young men to express themselves through their cars. 
Thinking about all the sedans running around, he wondered when 
that had come to an end. 

He reached over and removed a cookie from the package that was 
in front of Lisa. After examining the Chocolate Chip cookie, he 
took a bite. June made the best cookies, although she didn't make 
them often enough. After he chased it down with a sip of his milk, 
he said, "You mother's cookies are so much better."

"I love to eat them when they're hot and just out of the oven," Lisa 
said. She realized that she might want to learn how to make 
cookies from her mother. Harry would enjoy them.

"I prefer them the next day. They kind of set up or something," 
Jack said with a smile. He was reminded of when he had first 
married June and she made cookies for him. She would serve them 
to him wearing a frilly apron and nothing else. Half of the time he 
never even tasted the cookies until the next day. 

Lisa sensed that there was more to his answer than he had 
expressed. She resolved to ask her mother about it. They remained 
at the table for another five minutes, each finishing their glass of 
milk and chatting about nothing of any real importance. Although 
neither one realized it at the time, it was the first time they had 
ever just chatted about the things that were important to them. 

Lisa went to bed and lay there staring up at the ceiling. Her mind 
was busy going over the events of the day. In many ways, this 
evening had been a great revelation to her. She had helped her 
mother fix up the guest room, but until they had disappeared into it 
for several hours she had not even guessed at the significance of 
what her mother was doing. Her mother was reigniting the passion 
in their marriage. 

The concept of her parents being passionate about each other was 
so foreign to her that she had missed it. When the sounds emerging 
from the room had driven her to the backyard, it was impossible to 
dismiss the idea. Her first reaction to what she had heard was 
disgust. Then she realized that the last thing she wanted in her 
relationship with Harry was for it to grow old and stale. Why did 
she think that her parents would be satisfied with that outcome if 
she wasn't? That question made her reconsider what her parents 
were doing in terms of what she wanted out of her life. It also 
made her reconsider what she wanted out of life.

She thought about her relationship with Harry. They hadn't gone 
all of the way yet, but they were getting closer with each visit in 
her bedroom. That reminded her of the discussion that she had with 
her father over milk and cookies. He defined himself as being a 
man assuming that she knew automatically what that meant. She 
was clueless and she assumed that her mother didn't understand it 
fully either. 

It wasn't long before her thoughts returned to Harry. She wondered 
if he defined himself as a man and assumed that she understood 
what that meant. It was a startling thought that her relationship 
with Harry might have the same seeds of misunderstanding that 
had marked her mother's relationship with her father. That thought 
drove her out of her bed with all thoughts of sleep driven out of her 
mind.

While sitting in her desk chair staring out the window, Lisa 
considered what it meant to be a lover and a wife. She'd seen her 
mother act as a wife for years, but today had been the first time 
she'd seen her act as a lover. 

It was hours before she went to bed and fell asleep. Little did Lisa 
realize that that evening would become one of her favorite 
memories involving her father.
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