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Return Engagement
by Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com

MF


"And *this* time," Gwen said over the phone, "*try* to be on time." This
was my weekend for Tim. She was bringing him to his soccer game, and I was
taking him from there and to camp on Sunday. It had been weeks since I'd
been late, but she wasn't about to let me forget it. Once, Gwen had
reminded me of all my faults regularly. The divorce had put a crimp in her
schedule, but she did her best to keep up.

Since soccer was important to Tim, it was important to me. I got to the
field before the game started. I went over to Gwen. Even bundled up, she
was the sexiest woman I had ever seen. If she would have kept her lips
zipped, I would have kept my pants zipped, and Tim would be spending every
weekend in the same house.

"I'm here," I told her. "You can stop worrying."

"Hal's here. Why don't I find that statement reassuring?"

"Well, I'll take it back. You never stop worrying." The kids ran out on the
field, then, and we turned to watch the play. Tim got the ball, and I
watched more closely. He seemed surrounded by the other team. Suddenly, he
took advantage of an opening I hadn't seen. He kicked the ball straight
across the field to a teammate.

"Good shot!" I called. I'm not one of those soccer parents who think they
can coach. I do, however, cheer. Sometimes I even cheer his teammates.

"It was a pass," said Gwen, "not a shot." I ignored her.

The teammate, Rick, had a clear shot -- Gwen would have said a clear pass
-- at the goal. He took it, and the opposition goalie was just a second too
late.

"Goal!" I cheered. Gwen was cheering, too, not correcting me. The game went
on. Soccer is like chess; the game is as much about what one side threatens
and the other side prevents as it is about what either side does. Tim's
coach tells them to use their heads as much as their legs. At the end,
Tim's team won 3 to 2. They gathered around his coach for a few final
words. Gwen turned to go.

"Well," I said. "Have a nice time -- a nice time with Pete, isn't it?"

"I'll have a great time, but alone, not with Pete. I learned better than to
stick with irresponsible men. He had nearly as many faults as you, without
your advantages in bed." She walked away quickly as Tim was coming towards
us. Soccer is not like football where you have to change afterwards. We try
to act friendly when he's with both of us, and we both find that an effort.

"Great assist,"  I told Tim in the car.

"Did you see me steal the ball from that big guy?" He was more interested
in his defensive play. That one hadn't resulted in a goal. The other guys
had got the ball back before his team could score.

"I saw that you had. From where I was standing, I could see your body and
the ball. I really couldn't see any feet."

"You were standing with Mom." He was supposed to have been keeping his
attention on the game.

"Yeah."

"You don't think you could...? That Pete guy's gone."

"That Dad guy's gone, too, and he's been gone a lot longer."

"I thought you were here."

"I'll always be here for *you*. I'm no longer there for her. Look, lots of
times we tell you that you'll understand something when you get older.
Well, this you won't. Nobody but the people involved understand why they
get together; nobody but them understand why they split apart." That might
have been a little white lie. I would bet anything that Pete knew what had
attracted me to Gwen.

The rest of Saturday was fun and pizza. Sunday was fun, too, though the
apartment where I presently live is so small that I couldn't quite ignore
Tim's cartoon shows. I drove him to camp that afternoon, and started back
about sunset. I normally give Gwen the support checks when I return Tim, so
I called her up after dinner.

"Hope I'm not interrupting anything," I started out. She still gets
jealous, and I don't want her to think that I do, too.

"No. I was just enjoying the quiet. Everything okay?"

"He got there on time, in good health, and without an accident."

"And, apparently, you got back okay, too."

"Want me to bring the check over?"

"That wasn't what I meant. I still worry about you, too." I'll believe it.
She worries about everyone. When she drives by strange kids playing on the
sidewalk, she's afraid that they'll suddenly run into traffic.

"I didn't claim that it was. I just called to see if the way was clear for
me to bring over the check."

"Sure. I'm not dressed for company, though."

"I've seen worse." I had, after all, seen her through several bouts of flu
and a pregnancy. She was dressed in a quite pretty, and
sexy-without-being-revealing, robe when I got there. She had taken off her
makeup because the day was over. Then she had put on fresh lipstick because
I was coming over. I know how she does things; she probably knows my
habits, too.

"He was not only healthy but happy when I left him," I reported. That was
no guarantee that he was still happy, a ten year old at camp at the end of
the day. Actually, he was probably asleep by now. "Tim's a good kid." The
only thing I could say that was guaranteed to get her agreement.

"That he is."

"We did one thing right."

"We did plenty of things right, Hal, just not enough of them. Want a beer?
I bought a six-pack, and I want to finish them before Tim gets back." She
had 2 weeks, well 13 days. Only Gwen would think that having one can for
every two days meant that she needed help.

"Why, thank you. There's no rule, you know, that you can't have beer in the
house when he's here. I have hard stuff."

"But you don't drink it when he's around." Tim must have told her, which
means that she had to have asked. Not drinking is something that kids don't
notice. Hell! When was the last time that you noticed someone not doing
something?

"Well, no. I prefer to drink with somebody. Somehow, sharing a drink with a
kid who has a Coke goes better if I have a Coke, too."

"So share a beer." She went into the kitchen and returned with two open
cans. I gave her the check, and she put it in the handbag which was sitting
on the living-room end table. We sat at the dining room table sipping and
saying nothing. Really, everything had been said years ago. Well, almost
everything.

"He was really not as good in bed as I was?" I asked.

"Hal, you were always great in bed. I have a little helper in my dresser
drawer, but you were much better. If I could have kept you in the dresser
drawer, I would never have asked for a divorce." Great! Now I knew where I
rated, a little higher than her vibrator. Then, too, I could remember that
vibrator, and I felt a little stirring in my pants from that memory.

"That's the story of our marriage. We were great until we got out of bed."
She smiled at my evaluation. "Well, back then I said you were the hottest
woman I'd ever seen, and you still hold the record."

"Not Candy?" Some people forgive and forget. Gwen never did either.

"Trying to have her, *too*, was a blunder. I never wanted to have her
instead of you." Actually, Candy had been a blunder all the way around, but
that incident had been like the period at the end of this sentence. It
marked that the marriage was over, but it wasn't what made it over.

"Well, you'd been warned." I had been warned -- about cheating and about
lots of other things. Gwen never saw that the warnings hadn't been
preserving our marriage; they'd been eroding it.

"Yeah. Once I wondered whether the sex was worth the mouth. Well now, I
still get the mouth. I just don't get the sex." The worst of both worlds.

"You're between women?" That was one way to put it. I had struck out with
the last two. I wasn't going to tell her that. I'd struck out with her, too.

"Yeah. Tim tell you?"

"He didn't like 'that Marge woman.'" Tim had made that very clear. I'd have
tried to stop his annoying her if I hadn't known that he was doing it quite
deliberately. Even so, I wasn't crazy about Marge's going on and on about
how annoying my son was. She had drawn parallels between Tim and his
father.

"He didn't like 'that Jerry guy,' either."

"Good taste. He may have better taste than his parents." Gwen paused and
drew a breath. "Well, you're between women, and I'm between men...."

"Should we cry on each others' shoulders?"

"That's one possibility. I could get consolation out of my dresser drawer."
I hardened at my picture of her using that vibrator. She was watching me,
so I couldn't reach down to adjust my pants, even though the table would
have hidden my hand. Damn! I'd used the vibrator on her. She'd put on more
than one show with the vibrator in front of me after she had used me up.
The vibrator she had now was probably different from the one I pictured,
but we *had* been good together.

"You're saying that to torture me," I said. My tone showed that the torture
had worked. She got up. Erection or no, I got up. This had once been my
home, but she had since made it very clear to me that my welcome here was
limited and conditional. When she opened the door, I wanted it to be the
gesture of a hostess seeing me off rather than an order to leave. But she
didn't go to the door.

"Well, if you can't see another possibility, then you deserve the torture,"
she said from the stairs. I followed her up. If Gwen looked hot even
standing bundled in a coat, she looked hot as hell with the robe swaying
over her flexing butt. I followed that wagging tail as I had followed it so
many times. I stamped on the stairs so she couldn't claim to be surprised,
but she didn't look around. She went directly to our room -- well, her room
now -- and turned on the light. When I was inside, she shut the door. The
decor said that it was her room -- mostly pink and yellow rather than the
royal blue and white that she had chosen for us. There were two chairs,
both dinky. Well, Pete might have been in her room and in her bed, but it
clearly hadn't been *their* room.

I put my finger under her chin, and she raised her mouth for the kiss. I
ran my hands though her hair while our lips met. Then I pulled her tight
into my kiss as my tongue plundered her mouth. Her tongue was sweet, and
her breasts were soft against me. She had so much sweetness in her mouth,
and so much bitterness came out of it. I eased off the kiss so we could
breathe.

"When you kiss me like that," she said, "I feel as though I'd been raped."

"Not yet." I started on my clothes. She watched for a minute before
starting on her own. "I was wrong. Going up the stairs with your butt
twitching isn't when you look sexiest," I said when she was bare. There was
more to Gwen now than there had been when we'd married -- her breasts rode
lower now -- but all of it was sexy as hell. One place where there was a
little less was her pubic hair. "You trimmed it again?"

"I go swimming Saturdays when you have Tim." While she was saying that, I
finished undressing.

"Well, like this, I'm not missing seeing you in your bikini." She is damn
sexy in a swim suit, but not as sexy as she is out of it.

"I'm a mother of a ten year old, Hal. I wear a one-piece now. You had the
years when I looked sexy."

"I wish! You still look hotter than hell." And, while she did look hot, I
knew that she had more heat than her looks. I crossed the space between us
and kissed her again. While my tongue was exploring her mouth, my hands
reclaimed the body I had lost so long ago. When we broke the kiss, I bent
down and lifted her in my arms.

"Hal!" she said, but her arms were around my neck. I lifted her so I could
kiss a breast while I carried her to the bed. "The spread," she said. When
I set her on the bed, she rolled over to the other side and got up. She
pulled the bedspread off to the side and folded it before putting it on a
chair. She folded the top sheet at the foot of the bed. This tidiness *now*
frustrated me. At the same time, her movements showed her nakedness off in
even sexier ways. She got into bed and lifted her arms to me. I climbed
into bed and into that hug.

While we kissed, I glided the backs of my nails down her belly. When I
parted her lips and stroked a finger up her groove, I found her moisture.

"Yes," she said. Then she pulled me back into the kiss. This time her
tongue was the aggressor. I did my exploring further down. I stroked her
moisture upward, but stopped short of her clit. When she let go of my head
to reach her other hand towards my cock, I broke the kiss. I went directly
to her nipple. It had been a while for me, and I didn't know how long I
could last. I licked the nipple and stroked the clit while she tensed.

"Oh!" she said. Gwen has never been a screamer. I sucked on her nipple
while she writhed.

When she fell back, I abandoned her nipple. Getting between her legs, I
started on a thigh and kissed a path upwards. As I approached her cunt, I
could smell her arousal. She had always smelled sexier than other women
did. My cock twitched at every sniff. Then I buried my nose in her bush
while I licked up those juices. They tasted bitter, but sexy as hell.

"Hal." She sounded like she was objecting. She pushed against my forehead
until my tongue found her clit. "Hal!" she stopped pushing, though. Soon,
her hands were pulling my head into her. As she tensed, she quivered under
my hands and around my head.

"Gah!" She bucked, but I held on and kept my head in place. Instead of
licking, I sucked. She writhed from side to side, but I held on. I stopped
sucking and she soon collapsed. I moved up her body immediately.

"Gwen." Reaching down to spread her lips, I put my cock head between them.
"Hot." This time I was talking literally. As I entered her, she was hot and
juicy around me. She felt tight, too. I pressed inward until I was
completely enclosed, clasped by sweet Gwen where she was sweetest. She was
still breathing hard, and that moved her around me.

"Big," she said, and my cock twitched in her.

"Are you on the pill?" A damn bad time to ask. I'd been leaking precum --
which meant sperm -- since before I got into bed. Then too, I doubted very
much I could develop the will to pull out of her before I came. Well,
taking precautions was her responsibility. Once it had been a mutual family
responsibility, but she had gone to court to kick me out of that family.

"Never off them." Great! She hadn't stopped taking precautions -- not only
recently when I knew she'd had lovers -- but during the time when she was
driving me out of her life. She had always planned to have another man take
my place. Even so, I was in my rightful place, *now*. They hadn't given her
what I could give her. I shifted so that I was on my elbows with a breast
in each hand. I looked down at her. The flush on her face and breasts was
fading. Well, I knew how to bring it back. I pressed inward though I was
all the way in.

"Hal." She moved her cunt back and forth on my cock. She couldn't move an
inch with her ass pressed into the mattress, but her intent was clear. "I
need." I gave her what she needed, moving out until my cock head was
spreading her lips again, then slipping slowly into her until I was buried
again. "Yes," she said. As I repeated the motion, I had to speed up. The
feeling of her walls sliding over the sensitive head of my cock, the clasp
of her lips around the shaft, were too exciting. She was feeling it too.

Her face looked serious. Her hips began to sway from side to side as I
withdrew. Her nipples were hard as I rolled each gently between my finger
and thumb. I felt the sap rising through my cock, and I had to move more
quickly and more forcefully. She, too, was revealing stronger feelings. As
I drove downward into her, her groin was rising against me. Her face looked
worried.

Just as she grimaced, her cunt clutched around me. I thrust down into her
once more -- hard. Then my cock was pumping within that rhythmic clasp. I
lay there, gasping, on her softness. I knew that, despite my elbows, I was
heavy on her. Well, I damn-well *wanted* to be heavy on her. It was my
space, and I would occupy it like a conquering army.

When, later, she wiggled under me, though, I moved to the side. I'd started
on the left side of the bed, which was closer to the door. I ended up on
the right side of the bed -- my side. I lay on my back beside her.

"You know me so well," she said after a while. Yeah, we were good, She was
hot, and I hoped I was, too. But *we* were hotter together than either one
was apart.

"Well, you could have had that. Then, too, I learned you. I might have
learned more in another six years."

"Hal. You had enough learning time. You know my erotic zones perfectly.
What you hadn't learned was responsibility. I didn't go looking for a
better cocksman."

"But you kept yourself on the pill." That news still rankled.

"You're jealous! I can't believe that you're jealous."

"Well, pots and kettles. I knew that you'd had other guys since. I didn't
know that you were prepared for them before the decree was final. Who did
you have in mind?"

"I had reason to be jealous. You didn't. I didn't have anyone in mind, or,
rather, I had Candy in mind. I was going to get my vengeance. Then, the
lawyer warned me that it would cause problems in custody, and then I was
busy with Tim, and when I went looking, the guys looking at me were worse
users even than you. Enraging as you were, you paid the bills."

"That's not the way I remember it. You thought I was irresponsible with
money." She'd put me on an allowance.

"That's marriage. And I paid the bills out of a joint account where your
paycheck went in as well as mine did. Anyway, remember when I said that you
took me for granted?"

"Several of the times." I couldn't, after all, remember all the times that
she had made her most common complaints.

"Well, that was after marriage. On my first date after the divorce was
final, the dinner went okay. I had already decided to accept a second date
if he asked. The guy was helping me on with my coat when he said: 'Well, my
place or yours?' I had him drive me home before I tore him a new ass hole.
You might have taken for granted that we would have sex after we got into
the marriage bed we shared. Even then, you courted me lots of other times.
We kissed when you got home, at least. But that's marriage, too, taking for
granted that you have sex rights." Actually kissing her when I got home was
one of the sex rights which came with marriage.

"Well, that's what marriage is." And, to give Gwen her due, she had kicked
me out of her life when she kicked me out of her bed. She hadn't played the
'We're married for my purposes, just not married for your purposes' game
that some of my friends have bitched about.

"Anyway, you never assumed that buying me a dinner entitled you to sex. And
he wasn't the worst. Jerry thought that most meals should be at home, which
was fine, considering Tim and all. But he never chipped in for the
groceries. I was nearly supporting him." Which meant that *I* had been
partially supporting him. My support checks didn't go into some special
account. Gwen might have had a similar thought.

"It was thoughtful of you to provide the support check while you're paying
for the camp."

"The support is for the year. Sure, your expenses are light this month.
What I pay you the two weeks before he returns to school doesn't begin to
match your outgo." Besides, he was my son. Aside from nagging -- and I
suppose every mother nags, and needs to -- she was a good mother. Of
course, aside from nagging, she had been a good wife, too. But I needed a
piss.

"Excuse me. I'll return. I know the way." I turned on the lamp before
leaving the bed and turned on the overhead light on my way out.

The bathroom also looked more feminine. I hoped that she hadn't redecorated
Tim's room. No; he'd told me what she'd let him do with it. After pissing,
I washed off my cock before washing my hands. She was still wearing
lipstick; maybe I could persuade her to leave some on my dick. I couldn't
resist looking in the medicine cabinet. She had her pills and several
prepacked douches on the top shelf. Tim had the bottom shelf. The middle
held Bandaids and Vaseline. Back in the room, I saw that she had covered
herself with the top sheet. I almost closed the door behind me, but tim was
at camp. Habits die hard.

"So," I asked, "which dresser drawer?" The top one -- where she used to
keep it -- was empty. Of course, I had the other dresser in my apartment --
damned little, but I did have that. She needed somewhere for the men to put
their clothes. That reminded me, and I picked up my clothes and hung them
over the back of the chair.

"Second," she said, "on the left." Her voice sounded weak. I opened the
next-to-the top drawer. Under her pile of panties were two toys. Neither
looked like the one I remembered. One looked more like a man's single nut
than like his cock. The other had a long semi-flexible probe, curving
concavely to a narrow tip. I brought them both over to the night stand and
got back into bed.

"What do you want?" she asked. Of course, I hadn't brought the vibrators
over so she could tell me about their cost, where she had purchased them,
and what about the color scheme appealed to her. I'd had several
conversations in that bed, but that wasn't going to be one of them. I
picked up the egg-shaped one and turned it on. I pulled the sheet down
below her breasts.

"Milkshake," I said. I rubbed the buzzing machine over her far breast,
avoiding the nipple area. Then I attended to the near breast. Both nipples
were standing up. I blew across the near nipple before I brought the
vibrator up next to it. I couldn't see it grow any, but it turned a darker
shade of red. As I moved the vibrator down over her chest and belly, I
licked and sucked the nipple. While I rested the vibrator on her mound, I
blew across the nipple again. Then I shifted in the bed to increase my
reach downward. I moved the vibrator to her thighs. As she spread her legs,
I brushed it along the inside of one and then of the other.

"Hal," she said. She pulled on my arm, but I was still stronger than she
was. Her face looked grim. I slowly moved the vibrator up between her legs.
I was pressing it against her lower lips when she grimaced. Her hips bucked
upwards. I watched the flush spread from her face down over her breasts.
Finally, I pulled the vibrator away and turned it off. I would have kissed
her, but she was breathing too heavily.

I kissed her forehead, stood up, and pulled the sheet all the way off the
bed. I started out the door.

Hal?"

"I shall return." I got the Vaseline. Back at the bed, I took up the other
vibrator and pushed the probe into the Vaseline. She watched me as I lifted
her legs. I pushed her knees up almost to her shoulders, and that brought
her ass off the bed. I could see her ass hole between her glutes. I pushed
the probe in. Then I fiddled with the large part until it turned on. I
lowered her legs to the bed.

"That one isn't going to be enough by itself." Well, I didn't think that it
was. It should keep her turned on, though.

"I wasn't going to use it by itself. Get me hard again." I moved up the bed
to where she could turn and take me in her mouth. She did, for one taste.

"You washed," she said, sounding pleased. Then she licked all around the
head before taking it in again. Then she licked while I hardened. When she
sucked hard, I was as firm as I needed to be. I didn't want to come in her
mouth. Well -- I wanted to, but I wanted to come in her smooth cunt even
more. I drew back and hurried to the foot of the bed. Gwen spread her legs.

Her lips were still hot around my cock head, and the vibrations came
through faintly. She pulled at my shoulders, and I sank into her. She was
warm and wet and welcoming. When I was buried in her, I felt the vibrations
around the base of my cock and on my balls. This gave an even better
sensation as I moved back and forth through her. I adjusted my position
again to hold her breasts. As I backed out, the tingle of the vibration
traveled up my shaft to the head. As I thrust in, the tingle traveled down
the shaft again. After the fourth or fifth thrust, Gwen started pushing
back at me. We met in the middle, and she sank back to the mattress with me
embedded as deep as could be.

"Oh Gwen," I said.

"So much," she said. She was tensing under me, and I could see that the
smile was entirely gone from her face. She grimaced again, and her cunt
clutched me. I drove in and out through those clutches and the vibration.
She raised her middle, lifting my weight with her. Then I was driving
faster and more firmly though the fluttering of her cunt. I pressed her
down and exploded deep within. Minutes later, I realized that I could feel
the vibrations against my left leg but not on my cock. When I got the
energy to lift off her, I turned to my side and retrieved the vibrator from
the bed.

"I didn't know I could push it out," she said.

"You, Gwen, are something else."

"You, too. I haven't come that often in a night since the divorce." Neither
had I, and I had only come two times this night. We were good for each
other when we weren't poisonous for each other. I got the sheet and pulled
it up over us. She rolled over and got us into the spoon. Some things, you
don't forget. Still, tomorrow was a work day, and I had to get to the
apartment to change before I went into the office.

"Too bad I don't have clothes here still," I said.

"You aren't moving in! I don't want Tim finding out that you were here."

"Is that so much worse than his knowing about Jerry? After all, I am his
father." My parents slept in the same bed every night when I was ten years
old, and I didn't think of them sexually until much later.

"He wouldn't object, but if he knew you were even on this floor, he'd want
us to get back together again." Yeah; he would. And that would be bad. I
wasn't anxious to explain to him that Gwen and I got along great between
the sheets -- just not the rest of the time.

The end
Return Engagement
by Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com
2013/04/04

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