



Author: Curious2c
Title: Mansion In The Wood
Summary: Man loses wife, drifts until things occur to change him fundamentally. Sometimes good things happen. 
Keywords: Older/younger, MF, Lap Dance, oral, vaginal, anal, father/daughter (almost)


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Thanks to Kanga40 for her wonderful editing skills on this story.



We met in college.  After dating for several years we finally got married.  Tricia was my life.  We had been married for a year when the house came up for sale.  It was a dream home for just about anyone.  

The house had been built in 1939 as a mansion for some rich socialite.  She’d been married and raised their children there.  Her husband passed on yet she still lived in that big old house.  It was huge, sitting on ten acres of land. 

Normally, such a place would have been way out of reach for us, a barely married young couple, but for a few things that happened at that time.  We had longed for a house like this one, and it fit the bill to what we wanted to grow into someday.

Tricia’s father, who had retired due to ill health, died suddenly.  In his will he left her a few hundred thousand dollars and some items he knew I’d probably like to have.  The second thing that happened was the death of the socialite.

She’d been up in years and her kids were out on their own, all married.  She’d let the place get run down, I suppose money may have been tight for her at times too.  Needless to say, when it went on the sale block and people came to look but there were no takers.  It had been for sale for two years by the time Tricia and I noticed it.

The family wanted the estate settled. Since they didn’t have the time in their busy lives to bother with repairs and things needed to bring it into saleable condition, they told the real estate agent to dump it for whatever they could get.

Being as it was a depressed housing market at the time, even the realtor didn’t want to mess with it, fearing that it would turn into a money pit.  For someone like us it was a dream come true.

Our sudden income and the situation with the estate led to us putting down a very modest offer and the agent jumped on pushing the estate people to take it.  In that way Tricia and I managed to buy a house worth almost a million dollars for three hundred thousand.

Since we had that in cash, when we went to the bank and told them of our plans to purchase the home and fix it up, they gave us a loan to buy it for our offer.  We then used a chunk of the inheritance from Tricia’s dad’s estate to fix up the house and make it more than a home to us.

We had a swimming pool installed, and I built a deck and installed a hot tub that fit the site perfectly.  We fixed up rooms in the house and after the place was all done, we started on the caretaker’s cottage, fixing it up for visiting guests.  Soon our kids were making noises in the yard and pool, and we were a loving and close family.

Life went on and the kids grew up and moved out.  Tricia and I still lived in our now huge home, and enjoyed being with each other.  The only dark in the cloud came when a few years after our youngest daughter got married.  

Tricia went to town to go shopping.  She stopped at a convenience store to get gas for her car.  It was one of those she was in the wrong place at the wrong time things and as she was paying for the gas a man walked in and pulled a gun.  The robbery ended up with the love of my life dead on the floor, the clerk mortally wounded in the hospital and the robber shot to doll rags near Tricia’s car.

The funeral was hard, but life afterwards was harder still.  I kept the house and eventually hired a maid and groundkeeper to take care of the place.  I, in the mean time, just went to work and filled in the hours trying to stay sane.  A huge open hole invaded my life, and at times it was all I could do to live day to day.

I’d see Tricia in the house it seemed, and there were times when I’d see something or think of a time in the past, and it would almost be too much.  My kids stopped by often, worrying about me I’m sure.  I’d put on a happy face for them but I knew they knew I was faking it.

“Dad, why don’t you sell this place and buy a smaller house, or even get a condo?”

Sally was my youngest and she worried about me constantly.

“I’ve put in a lot of blood, sweat, and tears here Sally, there’s no way I could sell this place.”

The memories stirred once again as I thought of the things Tricia and I had done together over the years to make this house into a home for our family.

“It’s so large though dad.  I mean, eight rooms in the main house and four in the caretakers cottage… you don’t need all that space any more do you?  Wouldn’t it be better to move into a smaller place and… well, maybe get out of the memories this place brings to you?”

“Your mother and I fixed this place into what it is today.  I can’t sell a dream baby.  I can’t walk away from this place either.  It’s in my blood now.  Can’t you see?  I know you’re worried about me, but trust me, I’m okay, and someday soon I’ll be far better.  It’s just going to take some time yet… just some more time.”

“I’m just worried about you dad, that’s all.  I know you miss mom.  It’s been hardest on you and I see you sitting in your chair sometimes and it just kills me to know how much you’re still hurting. You need to do something… anything to get your mind off the past and move on.  I know you’ll never forget Mom, none of us will.”

I knew she was right.  Sally had always had that way of talking to me that let me know, just by the tone of her voice, that she loved me and worried about me.  I knew the other kids were worried too since they kept in close contact with me and their youngest sister.

Three kids we’d raised and they’d all turned out great.  Jim was an engineer with a construction firm, John was a lawyer with a corporation in the city and Sally, taught school.  All good kids and all with families of their own who didn’t need to be bothered with their old man being so unhappy.  I resolved that I’d work on fixing the situation sooner than later.

I was still relatively young, and in my work I dealt with constant change.  I’d spend many evenings taking prospective clients to dinners, wining and dining as it goes, to persuade them to do business with our firm.  It was old hat for me to read a person and get a feel for what they’d want in the way of entertainment.

Usually, now days, entertainment was dinner and perhaps a night at a bar or club.  In the old days I remembered fixing clients up with certain types of women time to time.   I was never proud of those moments, but in the old days one did what one could to obtain and keep clients.  

I never used or even thought of stepping outside my vows of marriage, since it just wasn’t in me to do something like that.  My wife Tricia was more than I needed.  She was beautiful, loving, and a very sexual person in her own right.  We’d meshed together from the start and I’d never had a thought of doing something to screw that up.

That’s not to say I wouldn’t look at some beautiful woman, or be in situations where I’d flirt, because that happened pretty often.  It was that I always knew what I had at home was far better and far more valuable than anything I could find elsewhere.   I was always confident that Tricia felt the same way.  We were a matched set and we always had been.  That was part of the reason her loss had been so difficult for me.

Now I was alone in this huge old place that was filled with memories.  Briefly I thought about Sally’s push to selling this place.  Just as firmly as I’d told her, I put it out of my mind.  I just couldn’t sell it.  Not after all these years of hard work we’d put into fixing it into our home.

 
Work on Friday was hectic and I was busy trying to sell our product to a couple of sharp young businessmen.  


“You know of a place where we could go have a few beers and maybe watch some dancing, Randy?”



The client was younger than most I dealt with.  His partner was about the same age, and they were both single.  I wasn’t sure how to respond to the question, since I wasn’t sure if he meant what I thought he meant. I hadn’t been pressed for ‘that’ type of entertainment in years.

“Dancing?”

“You know… a place where young women dance… perform for tips?”

“A strip club?”

“Yeah.  That would be good.  I was thinking more of a ‘Gentleman’s club’ though.”

“Gentlemen’s club strip club, same difference.  Yeah I know where a few are.  Do you want full nude or topless?”

“What’s the difference other than how naked they get?”

“Around here, full nude means no booze.  Topless places serve booze.  If you want to drink booze you’ll be in a topless club.”

“Can we get lap dances there?”

I didn’t know.  It had been so long since any clients had wanted the more base things entertainment wise, I just didn’t know.  I’d never been to a strip club before, only knowing about the booze and level of dress due to overhearing some co-workers talk about it once a while back.

“Uh… lap dances?”

“I figured a man of the world like you would know all about strip clubs and lap dances Randy.”

“Well to be quite honest I’ve not been to a strip club in quite a few years.  Always too busy with family and home I guess.”

I saw disappointment on his face, though he tried hard to hide it.  I knew I had to break through here somehow with these guys, so I took a gamble.

“I’ll tell you what, Jim.  I know where some clubs are and I’ll call around and find out if we can find one with lap dancing and booze.”

“That’d be great Randy.  I want you to know that you don’t have to do this to get our business though.  Really.”

“I know.  I want to make sure you guys have a good time while you’re here.  It’s a long ways from home in a strange town.”

I knew from the look he gave me that his saying I didn’t have to do this was only partially right.  I could tell that if I didn’t come across, they most likely wouldn’t either.  I felt like I’d taken a step back in time to when I was first finding girls for clients.  Just like the old days, almost.  I hated the idea of it. 

Then he hit me with the bomb.

“You’ll come along right?  I like to see the people I deal and work with are on the same plane of thought as I am. Besides, I don’t know my way around this town yet.”

Damn.  Just what I didn’t want.  I knew that I’d be there though.  I just wasn’t prepared for sitting in a strip club watching young ladies dance around taking off their clothes. It wasn’t something I’d done in the past, nor something I’d ever thought of doing on my own. Now I was not only going to do it, I was going to do it with a smile on my face in order to win clients over to our business.  

“Yeah, I’ll be there.  I can even pick you guys up and deliver you back to your hotel room afterwards if you want.”

“That’s great Randy.  Looking forward to it.”

I made a few calls and finally located the best club to get what the clients wanted.  Later that afternoon I told them about the club I’d found and they seemed happy.  That night, I picked them up, and off to the club we went.

Arriving at the club I found it to be loud and intense.  The bouncers at the door were huge.  Intimidating as they stood like sentinels on watch.  Inside wasn’t what I was expecting.  I had expected a cloud of smoke from cigarettes and cigars.  In the old days that’s what I’d come to find, more often than not.  But then it had been bars and lounges, not strip clubs I’d gone to.


The air was clear, the music loud and the young women seemed to be way too young for me to see in such a setting.  I was embarrassed to be there, let alone bringing clients in.  I hid that embarrassment well, I thought.

As we sat there I slowly got comfortable.  It took a while to get used to bare breasts being in my face, so to speak.  The waitresses were topless and the dancers did strip fully.  The way they did that was to keep the bar separate from the dance floor area with a low circular wall.  I hadn’t been aware of that being legal, but then I wasn’t going to run to the nearest cop and complain.

The place was jumping and crowded.  Our table was at a premium and we knew we’d have to keep at least one of us sitting there constantly.  Bill, the other client who had missed the initial dance club conversation, took a dancer over to the lap dancing area where they talked for a bit, and then she did a lap dance for him.  

I watched as she put her body over his, rubbing in close but not quite touching.  Bill was trying his best to not reach out and touch and once he actually slipped up and let a hand wander where it shouldn’t have.  One of those huge bouncers was right there putting a stop to that immediately.

Jim leaned over and spoke loudly into my ear, to be heard over the bump and grind music.

“They have a private area in the back.  We’ll take our lap dances there in the future.”

How he knew that I wasn’t sure until he pointed to a sign near the bar that pointed the way to the ‘Red Room Area’.  Obviously, these two knew their way around clubs such as this.  I didn’t have a clue.

Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted as a very curvy and sexy young lady leaned over me, showing me her very nice rack up close and personal.

“Can I get you a lap dance sweetie?  I can give you a private one if you prefer.”

“Uh, how about you sit and have a drink and we get to know each other a bit first?”

She smiled and slid in next to me on the bench seat.  I moved over a bit trying to get some room between us, but she acted like she was glued to me and as I slid over she slid with me.

“That’s enough for me.  Thanks. My name’s Candy.”

A waitress came over and we order drinks.  I was sure that when ‘Candy’ ordered her Champagne, it wasn’t what she got.  It looked like ginger ale to me but I knew enough to know that the clubs did this to make money so I didn’t quibble.  There was something vaguely familiar about this young woman.  It was something other than how she was dressed, or lack thereof.

Candy talked to us, mostly me, and I actually started to warm up to her.  I suppose my questions to her were a bit off of the track.  I asked her about her shoes, as they were intriguing to me.  They were CFM’s with heels so damn high I just couldn’t picture her being able to dance in them at all.  

She pulled a leg up and back onto the seat next to me and showed me the shoe, all the time letting her leg touch me here and there, knowing that she was working me up.  I caught her glancing at my crotch several times, probably trying to judge my size, or seeing if I was turned on.  She didn’t have to look too long or too close to see that I was in fact, turned on.

The mini skirt she had on didn’t hide her thong and as her legs spread open while showing me her CFM, I saw a pussy lip slip into view as her thong lost the ability to cover her modesty.  She was looking into my eyes when I finally broke away from the spell binding view.  I blushed as she smiled a very knowing smile.

“Like what you see?”

“You’re a very beautiful young woman.  You have pretty eyes.”

“Yeah, maybe, but I don’t think it’s my eyes or my mules that you’re thinking about right now.”

“I’ve never done something like this before.  I’m a widower and it’s been a long time since I’ve been in a place… well, I’ve not been in a place like this for a very long time.”


“I know.  So… how about that private dance now? It’s a hundred but it’s private and I’m good.  I’ll make it worth your time.”

“Uh, I don’t know…”

She had thrown me with her ‘I know’ comment and I was trying to understand her meaning.

Jim picked that time to pipe in his two cents worth.  He’d missed most of the conversation while he was getting a lap dance.  He showed up just as ‘Candy’ was asking about the private dance.  

Bill had been sitting there with his attention on the current dancer more than conversation. They really couldn’t hear us over the music, but they caught a bit at the end.

“Go ahead Randy, we’ll hold down the fort.  Let us know what the private dance is like too will ya?  We need to know if it’s worth the money.”

‘Candy’ glanced at them as they almost drooled over her tight firm body.

“Guys, I’m more than worth the cost, trust me.”

The way they stared at her made me shudder.  I got up pulling her behind me, just to get away from them.  ‘Candy’ stepped out ahead of me and led me into the ‘Red Room Area’.  It ended up being a series of small curtained rooms with couches and chairs.  Music was piped in, though not as loud as out in the main club. 

“Chair or couch?”

Looking at the couch I knew that I’d choose the chair.  The couch looked too inviting for ‘other’ things to happen and I wasn’t so sure I wanted to go there.

“Chair.”

“Figured that.  What? Does the couch look too comfortable?  Like maybe you’d be afraid I’d get you in a position you couldn’t recover from too easily?”

I collapsed onto the chair, vaguely relieved that it was a chair, and a not too comfortable one at that.  Nothing much could happen there.  At least those were my thoughts as I got ready to accept a lap dance from a young woman about my daughters’ age.

I pulled a hundred out of my wallet and laid it on the small table next to the chair. ‘Candy’ picked it up and pushed it into my shirt pocket, pulling my jacket out as she did.  Looking into my eyes she smiled and then leaned over kissing me!

I couldn’t believe she gave my money back to me.  Something was going on now, and I really was confused.   I knew that touching, even back here, was frowned upon.  Was kissing too?  I didn’t know for sure.

Soft lips caressed mine and though I knew it was wrong, I allowed her to slip her tongue inside my mouth.  I closed my eyes and tried to think of something else.  ANYTHING else.  I just felt her warm soft lips, her tongue inside my mouth seeking out and exploring me. My erection was painful.  I hadn’t been with a woman since Tricia had passed, and that was three years ago now.

She pulled away and began to dance in front of me.  I was mesmerized by her swaying breasts as she turned and twisted to the beat of the music.  Slowly she lost articles of clothing as she danced. 

I noticed that her smile seemed genuine and it went deep into her eyes.  I was torn.  I felt nasty just sitting there as this young thing took off her clothes in front of me.  I was horny as hell at the same time.  I desired her.  

I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to come to grips with my thoughts when I felt a touch on my leg.  Opening my eyes I saw that ‘Candy’ was totally naked now with the exception of stockings and garter belt, and what had touched my leg was her shaved pussy.  

She was straddling my right leg and dipping her pussy down to rub on it.  I saw the wet spots here and there too.  Was that normal?  Did dancers get so turned on that they’d get that wet? I had no experience with this sort of thing so I wasn’t sure.  I was pretty sure the kiss had been beyond normal too.

She looked down where her pussy lips had left the telltale signs of desire on my tan pants and then back up into my eyes.  Her smile was even more intense, if that were possible. Her hands brushed my crotch, lightly touching at first, and then a sudden firm grasp on my shaft exposed my desire for her, to her.

With her grasp on my cock her eyes flashed and sparkled.  She adjusted my cock in my pants with skill and aligned it to my body as she slid up my leg and pressed her wet pussy straight down on that hard shaft.  Only the cloth of my pants and underwear separated us.

“Ohh… damn… you feel so hard.  So large and so hard.  God, you make me so hot.”

Her voice was more a moan as she whispered into my ear.  I felt a chill course through my body as I felt her overheated pussy squirm on me.  Her lips found my neck and soon she was kissing and suckling on my neck as she moved to the beat of music. 

I was sure lap dances were not supposed to be like this.  I was positive that we weren’t supposed to touching. There was something else going on here and I wasn’t sure what exactly was happening between us.

“Grab my tits.  Feel how hard my nipples are.  Go on, feel them.”

My hesitation caused her to take my hands in hers and then place them on her bare breasts.  Her hard nipples felt like two hot pokers on the palms of my hands as she held them to her.

I was lost.  I felt things I hadn’t since before Tricia had died.  Lust started to surge inside me and I began to massage her breasts.  Not being enough for me, I found my lips searching out hers… soon finding them and then we were kissing, exchanging tongues, sucking and touching each other.

Her grinding pelvis was causing my cock to almost hurt it was so hard.   I could feel her wetness surrounding my cock now, and I knew that I’d have a large wet spot on the front of my pants.

Her hot firm body sitting on my lap, all exposed for me caused me to not really consciously think about it.  I was too caught up in the touch and taste being presented to me.

I felt her hands on my pants, and suddenly cool air surrounded my cock as she pulled it out, revealing it’s hardness in all it’s glory.  She moved up a bit and then slowly lowered her body back down, taking my cock inside her.  

It must have shown in my eyes, the surprise that is.  She smiled at me and then kissed me hard, sucking my lower lip into her mouth and holding it between her teeth as she began to hump up and down on my shaft.

I was close to cumming when she broke the kiss.

“Let me know when you’re about to cum.”

“I’m almost there.  I’m almost there.”

She quickly pulled up and off my cock, moving back to kneel between my legs.   My hard throbbing cock was engulfed between her moist lips her teeth lightly scraping my shaft as she lowered her head onto my cock.

I couldn’t hold out and as her tongue slipped around the head of my cock I began to shoot off into her mouth.  She plunged her head down taking me fully inside and swallowed everything I gave her.

Afterwards, as I sat there wondering what in the hell had just happened, a man came in.  ‘Candy’ was still licking and nursing on my cock and didn’t see him right away.

“What the hell are you doing Candy? You know that’s against the rules.  You’ve never done something like this before, are you crazy?  You can’t do this.  I’m going to have to fire you now…Damnit.  Fuck, you’ll cost me my license if this is found out.”

She looked afraid and subdued now.  She reminded me of Sally, my daughter when she’d been a little girl in her bedroom and caught with the cigarette.  My heart went out to her now as it did then.

“It was my fault.  I… forced her.”

I spoke without thinking.

He turned on me and I knew that I was in serious trouble.

Suddenly ‘Candy’ stood up and inserted herself between us.

“I’m sorry Duke.  I got carried away.  Look, I know it’s against the rules and I just forgot.  He’s really special to me, and I’ve never done anything like this before.  Can’t you just forget you saw us here, doing this?  Just this once?  He won’t tell and neither will I.”

“He said he forced you Candy.  What’s with that?”

His glare was making me nervous.  He was big enough that I knew I’d be hurt really bad before I could do anything to escape.  I sat carefully still… not wanting to look into his eyes.

“He was trying to save my job.  If any forcing was done it was me.  Look, I can’t tell you why I did what I did, but I will tell you that this man is very special to me.  I’m sorry and I know that you could get in trouble, but it will never happen again.  You know me Duke, my word is my bond.  Please… just this once… I won’t tell Tony if you don’t.”

“Yeah yeah… okay.  I do know you.  Just remember Candy, never again.  If it should happen again, out you go-no, exceptions.  Tony will have my ass if he finds out I caught you and didn’t tell him about it.”

“Thanks Duke, I really do appreciate it.  You’re the man.”

“Yeah.  Whatever.”

His voice had softened.  He turned to look at me as he left.

“You must be something dude.  Everybody here has tried to get Candy to go out on dates and it’s always been no, yet you show up the first time and she just hands it you… I can’t believe it.  You’re damned lucky if you ask me.”

“Thanks.  I guess I am lucky at that.”

“You have no idea, I’ll bet.”

With that, he was gone.  ‘Candy’ had gotten dressed, little as it were, and wasn’t looking at me anymore.  

“What?”

I was curious why she wasn’t looking at me.

“What… what?”

“Why can’t you look me in the eye Candy?”

“I took advantage of you.  It was wrong of me to do that.  Almost cost me my job too.  I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t have done… what I did. You must think I’m such a slut now too.”

“Well, I don’t know what to say.  I mean, you’re so beautiful and sexy… yet so young.  I’m grateful for what you did do, but I feel like I just robbed a cradle too.  I… I don’t know what to say.  I do know that I don’t think you’re a slut though. Thank you.  Really, I mean it, thank you very much.”

She looked into my eyes and I saw tears brimming in hers.  Her being so lost and alone looking touched my heart so I opened my arms to her and she fell inside them, shaking as the tears became sobs.  I held her to me, caressing her hair and back as I tried to comfort her.  I was at a loss as to what to do or why this was happening, but I could only try to do what I could do to comfort her.

“You must think I’m such a slut Randy.”

Startled I stared at her.  I hadn’t told her my name, so how did she know it?  Suddenly I was nervous.

“Don’t be scared Randy.  I know you.  You don’t remember me do you?”

She looked vaguely familiar but I didn’t recognize her. 

“Uh.  You do look somewhat familiar, but I can’t place you.”

“My stage name is Candy.  My real name is Cheyenne.”

“Oh my God, you’re Cheyenne?  Sally’s friend from grade school, Cheyenne?”

“Yep.  The one and the same.  I grew up a bit huh?  You never used to look at me this way back then.”

“Back then you were my daughter’s best friend and way too young. Oh fuck… we… had… you took me into your… Oh shit.”  

Dawning panic washed over me.  I’d just had sex with my daughter’s friend.  What was I thinking?  Why had I done this?  I felt sick inside… but even with that knowledge, knowing what we’d done still caused my mind to wander back to how good her lips had felt like around my cock. 

It was suddenly too quiet.  I broke the silence with the only thing I could think of.

“What brought you to work here?”

“Money.  I make good money here.  What brought you here?”

Her knowing smile caused me some embarrassment.  I flushed.  This was all wrong.  I knew it.  I started talking to keep my mind off of my embarrassment.

“Well, the clients wanted to come to a dance club and enjoy themselves.  I arranged it for them.  They wanted me with them, so here I am.  Haven’t done this sort of thing, for clients, in a long time.”

“I heard about Tricia.  I’m sorry.  I was at the funeral, but stayed to the back.  I thought you knew what I was dancing here and I didn’t want to upset things.  You didn’t need some whore coming around like a friend of the family or something.”

“You’re no whore Cheyenne. I had no idea what you were doing and besides, it wouldn’t have mattered to me.”

“It would have to Sally, Jim and John though.”

“Why?”

“I started dancing almost as soon as I hit eighteen.”

“I didn’t know.”

“They never told you what I did?”

“They probably didn’t want me to know, if they knew themselves.”

“Sally knew, matter of fact they all knew. Jim and John were in the club one night when I was dancing.  They were pissed at me.  Sally caught up with me a few days later and read me the riot act about my ‘career choice’.”

“Well, you have to admit that your parents probably wouldn’t care for it.”

“My parents?  My mom who knows what I did and do but pretends she doesn’t?  My dad who stole my virginity when I was sixteen, whether I wanted him to or not?”

I was getting hit with bombshells all around.  I had no idea that Cheyenne’s father had done such a thing.  If I had known I’d have beat him within an inch of his life.  Then I saw how hypocritical that was of me, after all, hadn’t I just had sex with her too?

“I’m sorry.  I never knew.”

“Hey, I lived.  I survived.  He’s gone now and mom never really knew about him.  Wasn’t something I wanted to talk about back then.  Matter of fact I thought it was normal for quite some time.  I thought all fathers and daughters did it like we did. Sally found out and freaked, but I made her promise to never tell anyone.  Especially after I found out that what my dad was doing was wrong and not normal.  I knew if she told you, you’d do something and maybe get too involved or get hurt.”

“Why didn’t you say something?  We’d have helped you.  That shouldn’t have happened to you. He had no right.”

“Hey, I told you, I survived.  I’m a survivor.  I’m okay, really I am.”

“I’m so sorry.  I would have helped you.”

“Don’t worry about it.  It’s been water under the bridge for a long time.  I’ve gotten past it and now I’m older and far more experienced. Do you think I’m a slut now though Randy?  I’d hate myself if you thought that of me.”

“No I don’t. You’re a beautiful young woman that’s just a bit mixed up maybe.”

“Can I drop over and see you tomorrow sometime?  It’s a Saturday… you’re not working tomorrow are you?”

“No, I’m not working tomorrow.  Yes, please stop by.  We need to talk, that’s for sure. Catch up on old times.  Maybe Sally will stop by too.  She’s been stopping by Saturday afternoons ever since Tricia passed away.  Worried about me I suppose.”

“Thank you Randy.  Thank you so much. It would be good to talk and maybe see Sally too.”

“I didn’t do anything that deserves thanks Cheyenne.  Matter of fact, I’m probably just as bad as your father now.  I can’t believe I let you…”

She cut in on me before I could finish, looking almost angry.

“You’re nothing like my dad.  You’re more of a man than he could ever have hoped to be. Matter of fact you’re ten times the man he could ever have been. You did more than you realize.  You were always there for me back then. That’s why I love you so much.”

She had stepped back while talking and now stepped back in close, hugging me as her lips found mine.  Her kiss was soft and sweet, with just a hint of tongue and then she was gone.  I sat in the room for a moment after she left trying to come to grips with everything.  It wasn’t easy.

She loved me?  Her last words were burning in my ears still, “that’s why I love you so much.”   I didn’t know what to think.  I’d come to the club tonight at the behest of clients.  I didn’t know that anyone I knew worked at the club.  I didn’t know that Cheyenne worked here.  Now, not only had I found out about Cheyenne, I’d actually had sex with her in a private room and we’d been caught doing it.

Back in the club’s main room I found my clients.  They were ready to leave which was a relief to me.  They were happy and when they saw the wet spots on my leg and in the crotch of my pants, they teased me about getting lucky all the way back to their hotel.  

The next morning I got up late, not being used to late hours like I’d put in the night before.  My time with ‘Candy’ seemed like a dream somehow, and I was trying to figure out if maybe it had been just that.  I showered still thinking about the whole thing and was toweling off when I heard the doorbell ringing.  

Pulling on a robe, I walked to the front door and swung it open thinking I’d find a salesman or maybe Sally.  Instead I found Cheyenne.  She looked a bit unsure and something else.  The something else came into her eyes as she took in what I was wearing.

“I’m sorry Randy, did I interrupt something?”

“No, I just got out of the shower and was toweling off when the doorbell rang.”

“Showered?  What are you wearing under that robe, Randy?”

“Uh… why don’t you come in, and I’ll go get dressed, Cheyenne.”

“Okay.”

Her smile was way too big to give me comfort at that moment.  I knew I had to get dressed ASAP.

I led her into the living room and asked her if she wanted something to drink.

“No thanks.  I’ll just wait for you and then we can talk.”

“Sounds good to me. I’ll only be a minute.”

I turned and walked into the master bedroom.  I had my back to the door as I dropped my robe.  I was near my dresser, reaching for the underwear drawer when I felt the cool breeze on my back. 

Suddenly warm hands slipped around my body and while one moved to my chest the other moved downward.  My soft cock was being caressed by one hand while my nipples were being teased by the other.

“Cheyenne, we can’t do this…”

“DO what Randy?”

“You’re Sally’s best friend… you’re young as my daughter.”

“I’m NOT your daughter though Randy.  I’m someone else’s daughter. I meant what I said last night too by the way.  I do love you.  I want you.  I need you.  I desire… you.  Besides you seemed to like it last night.”

“That was before I knew who you were. What would people think?”

“Who cares what people think?  I know you care for me Randy.  I think, as a matter of fact, that you could love me if you don’t already.”

“Don’t confuse desire for love Cheyenne.”

“You don’t have feelings for me then?”

“No, I do.  I’m not sure that those feelings are love though. I’m really not sure what I think or feel right now.”

“Then don’t do either.  Just let me love you up. Let me show you how much I love you.  You don’t have to do anything.  Let me do it all.  I want to.  I want you.  Please… pretty please?”

Her lower hand was now stroking a very hard cock.  My nipples were hard too.  Her hands knew what they were about, and she was working me into the same stage of desire I’d been in the night before.

In my heart a war was raging.  I loved what she’d done the night before.  I loved her body and her sexual openness.  Yet, I knew that she was my daughter’s age and not only that, I knew this young woman.  I’d been around her a quite a bit not that many years ago, when she’d been so innocent.  She’d grown up next door almost.

I finally succumbed to her manipulations.

“Oh God, this is so wrong, but it feels so good… damn what you’re doing to me girl.”

She gently maneuvered me to the king sized bed.  The bed where I’d only had one woman before in my entire life.  Laying me down she kept her hands on me somewhere constantly, almost as if I might stop her or change my mind if she lost touch.

“Yeah.  I know.  I’ve wanted to do this with you forever.”

Her head moved in close to my body and started to travel down.  Her lips and tongue touching here and there, but not for long. Soon I had the feeling of her hot moist lips surrounding my cock once again.  Today though, it was far different.  Today I was more calm, it was quiet, and I wasn’t quite as off balance… well, not nearly as I had been the night before.

Cheyenne brought me close several times, backing off just before I shot my load, and then she’d work me close all over again.  It was as if she were worshiping my cock rather than just giving me a blowjob.  Not even Tricia had been so into my cock as Cheyenne seemed to be.

After the third time of bringing me close she stood up on the bed with one leg on each side of me.  With her body over me she began to dance.  There was no music as it was all in her head, but I swear I could hear music as her moves became focused.  Slowly she started to remove her clothes in such a sexy manner that I couldn’t help but want her.

Her blouse came off first.  She wore no bra, and to be honest, she didn’t need to.  Her breasts had no sag whatsoever, and they firmly stuck up and out.  I couldn’t tell if she’d had implants or not, but to me it just didn’t matter.

She kept my attention on her body as she moved around, shaking and twisting her body to the unheard music in her head.  I loved watching her hips twist and undulate in synch with the rest of her body, yet seemingly in different directions.  

Her breasts were bouncing right to left and up and down. It all added to the sexiness of her dance and built desires deep inside me, desires that I couldn’t ignore.  Her hard nipples were begging for me to lick and suck on them.

When she was fully naked she started to move around, showing me her firm tight and toned body in different ways, all the time standing over me.  I admired her clean shaven bush and seeing her pussy lips moist and so perfect.  I’d never had a woman dance naked for me like this, and I found it appealing and sexy.

Cheyenne knelt down and straddled my body, a knee on either side.  Her wet pussy was rubbing my belly as her hands went behind her to stroke my cock.  Her hands being behind her back as they were, caused her breasts to jut out proudly, begging to be licked and suckled.

I sat up and did just that, taking first one and then the other between my lips, sucking and licking them.  I felt her juices smearing on my belly as she rubbed around on me, and I began to move down working my body between her spread legs until her sopping wet pussy was directly above my greedy tongue.  

Cheyenne had been forced to let go of my cock by then and her hands went to my head as my tongue slipped between the folds of her pussy.  I slipped fingers into her pussy, and licked all over and around her clit as those same fingers fucked in and out of her twisting body. 

My lips and tongue were paying her back for her blowjob earlier and my fingers added to the mix bringing her closer and closer.  Just as she started to go off, I slid a finger into her tight little butt, pressing it deep inside.  Her groaning tipped me off that she loved what I was doing.

Working my fingers into the various places they were inserted and taking her little clit between my lips, I began to suck her into nirvana. Her bucking hips and the grip of her hands in my hair told me that she loved what I was doing, and also that she was cumming.  Very hard.

I looked up her body, watching her tummy ripple as her orgasm overtook her totally.  She cried out, almost screaming as she came and I suddenly found myself being flooded with her juices as they actually squirted out of her pussy. I was kept busy sucking and drinking her copious juices as she went up and over.

After her orgasm passed over her, she slid down and collapsed onto my body, holding me tightly as she kissed my face all over.  I could feel her shudder in post orgasmic bliss, the whole time keeping one hand on my cock.  It was as if she were afraid to let go for fear that I’d leave her or something. 

My neck and face was wet with her juices and as I lay there, she licked and kissed me all over.  Tasting her own fluids as she did was another thing that Tricia hadn’t ever done either.  Not that that was a bad thing… but knowing how it was making me feel I really wished Tricia had been willing to do that for me before.

“That was wonderful.  I’ve never cum so hard or so long before.  God I love you so much Randy.”

“Yeah?  Well, you bring it out of me somehow Cheyenne.  I’m still not sure about all of this yet, but this has surely been fun.”

She had been stroking me and when I said that last part she became more intense.

“You may not be sure about us but I’m very sure.  I’ll show you what I mean now.”

She straddled my hard cock and inserted it into her pussy.  Grinding down on my groin, she began to buck and move in many different directions, seemingly all at once.  It didn’t take her long and I was ready to shoot. 

Her energetic motions took me beyond anything I’d ever experienced before.  It was fast yet slow, hot yet cool, and ultimately it overcame my ability to control my body.

“Oh god, I’m cumming.”

I felt that familiar stirring deep in my loins.  Cheyenne started talking to me.

“Yeah baby… cum for me.  Fill me up lover.  Shoot your baby making cream deep inside me.  Oh…yeah… fuck me Randy…Fill me up.  Ohhh…You hard cock feels so damn good deep inside me like it is.  FILL ME UP.”

I came and came.  I think I came harder than I ever had before.  I think her comments about ‘filling her up with baby making cream’ did it for me.  I knew that it wouldn’t or couldn’t happen due to the vasectomy I’d had years before, but the thought of it just did something in me.

Afterwards with her still laying on me and our bodies all tangled into one heap, she whispered to me… as if afraid to break the mood we found ourselves in.

“Thank you Randy.  It’s been everything and more that I thought it could or would be like.”

“I’m glad it has been.  You’re quite a handful you know.”

“Yeah, just so you know, I’ll only be your handful.  I’ve never done this with someone so special to me before.  I always wanted to, but Tricia… I couldn’t have because I wouldn’t have hurt her for any reason.  Now that she’s gone… it seems… right somehow.”

“You’re the second woman I’ve had in my life Cheyenne.  There has never been anyone else but Tricia before.”

“I was only your second woman?  Really?”

“Yeah.  Really.  Tricia and I both waited until marriage to have sex.  Afterwards… well I never strayed.”

“I know.  I know about the parties when my mom tried to get you alone.  I know about the times other women tried too.  You were talked about by all the women on the block.  They all wanted you but you were always Mr. Straight Arrow.  I think that made you even more desirable in their eyes too.  The more you stayed faithful the harder they’d try. I don’t know what they would have done had they caught you.”

“You make me sound like such a stud.  Nothing could have been further from the truth.  I just loved my wife too much to want to hurt her like that.  She felt the same I’m sure.”

“Yeah, she did because I could see that.  Tricia was just as popular with the guys, yet I’m sure she was always faithful to you too.  That’s what was so great about you two.  You loved each other and it showed so much.  You also had kids and were such a good family.  I loved visiting Sally because I knew that you’d treat me like an adult and that you really cared for me. I always knew I was safe at your place.”

“Yeah.  Now look at us.  I can’t believe that we’ve done it… again.”

“My dreams finally came true.  I’ve always wanted you.  Forever and ever. I never thought I’d get the chance, and now… I just hope… I love you so much and…”

The sudden silence from her caused me concern.  Looking up I saw tears running down her cheeks as she tried to finish whatever she was trying to say.

“Cheyenne, wait a second.  If you want me to tell you that I love you… then rest assured, I do.  I’m not sure it’s the kind of love you need or want, but then, it could be. I just don’t know at the moment. The age difference could be a problem.  After all, what do you think Sally or John or Jim will say if we were to be an item?  You’re younger than the boys and the same age as Sally.”

“Well dad… I’d say that you two may have age issues, but I don’t think the kids will have any issues, as long as neither of you hurts the other.”

Sally’s voice cut through the room like a lightning bolt.  Cheyenne and I were naked on the bed, the covers having been pushed off the foot of it. Glancing towards the door I saw Sally standing there looking at us.

Cheyenne slid off my body grabbing for the covers as I covered myself with my hands.

“Can you give us a second Sally?”

“Take as much time as you need dad.  Good to see you Cheyenne.  You’re certainly looking good.  You too dad.”

There was some teasing in that statement, and I was hoping that Sally wouldn’t have a fit later.  Her appearance in the bedroom doorway was a total surprise to us.

I pulled on my robe while Cheyenne put on her panties and one of my shirts, and we went out to the kitchen to find Sally.  I hardly noticed that Cheyenne was holding my hand as we walked into the brightly lit room to see Sally making coffee.  It felt ‘right’ or natural for some reason.

“I’m glad I didn’t bring Tom with me.  He’d have wanted to film it or something.  You two were pretty hot and heavy there for a bit.”

“How long were you there before you announced yourself?”

I was concerned since I wasn’t sure how long she’d been there, and it bothered me that someone had managed to come into my home undetected like she had.

“Long enough to know that she loves you dad. That, and that you made her cum like nobody else ever has.  She looked pretty hot dancing over you too.  You guys could be in movies.”

“Oh God. You saw her dancing over me?  Then you pretty much saw all of it.”

“Yeah.  I didn’t want to interrupt.  Besides, I’ve never seen two people get it on before, at least not in real life and close up.  It was… interesting.  Too bad you’re my dad… dad. You really gave me some more ideas.”

“Sally, I’m your father and that wouldn’t be right in any way. Besides that, you’re married too.”

“Yeah, I suppose there’s that too.  I do think that Tom might like to add some spice to our mix once in a while.  I just don’t think he’d like to know my dad would be one guy I wouldn’t mind adding… though you’d probably never go there.”

“Uh, can we talk about something else for a while?”

For the first time ever, I was uncomfortable in a conversation with my daughter.

“Sure dad.  So, Cheyenne, you making moves on my father?”

“It just happened Sally.  Don’t be mad at me.  Don’t be mad at Randy either, because I came on pretty strong before he knew… I mean… I think I love him… always have…”

“Calm down, you don’t have to convince me sweetie.  I know all about your lusting after dad.  Remember how we used to fantasize and talk about him?”

“But we were kids then.  Now it’s all different.”

“No, it’s not.  Back then you crushed on him, but I knew you felt more than just a school girl crush. After you started dancing and my brothers and I were so mad at you, it wasn’t because you were dancing. We were mad because we thought that a great guy like dad, would never pay you the right attention while you were doing that kind of thing.  I figured that since you couldn’t have my dad, you might find someone like him.”

The look in Sally’s eyes was sincere as she went on.

“The attentions you deserved were far above what that type of job leads others to believe.  I wanted you to find a man like dad just so you could have a great lover and companion.  You needed someone in your life similar to him. Working as a dancer like you were… well, I figured you’d attract all the wrong kinds of men.  Guess I was wrong about that huh?”

I felt like a bump on a log so I cut in.

“I’ll just leave you two ladies to your talk.  I’ll be out in the yard… mowing the grass or something.”

“Sure dad.  Like the gardener hasn’t already taken care of that this week.  Even you wouldn’t do yard work in just a robe either. Just sit still and listen.  You have a lot to learn.”

I sat.

I listened.  

I learned.

“Your dad is wonderful.  I’ve always known that about him, but in bed he’s the best.  I waited all this time and I can tell you now that it was worth the wait.”

“You’re still dancing Cheyenne?”

“Yeah.  Your dad brought clients to the club last night.  I was there and gave him a special dance.  I saw that he didn’t recognize me so I took advantage. That’s what led to me being here today.”

“Figured something like that had happened.  So, he was worth the wait then?”

“Oh fuck yeah.  I can’t believe how much better it is with your dad than with any man I’ve ever had before.”

I broke in.

“Uh, I hate to interrupt here, but one or two times don’t let you know what I can or can’t do Cheyenne.”

I wasn’t exactly sure that the girls should be talking about me in this fashion to begin with, but to hear Cheyenne going on and on about my alleged prowess in bed was discomforting – especially because she was talking with my daughter.

“For me Randy, it can.  You’ve been more loving and more of a lover to me than all the boyfriends I’ve had in the past.  Trust me… I know that you’re great. You need to realize that you’re my perfect lover. I could never do any better than you, sweetie.”

Cheyenne returned her sentiments so quickly and matter-of-factly that I had little choice but to believe her.  I still wasn’t sure about an ‘us’, but she seemed pretty certain of it.  

Sally broke back in. 

“Dad, we used to talk about you all the time when we were in school together.  After Cheyenne had the issues with her dad and all, she used to come over to talk and we’d end up talking about you and how sexy you were and stuff.”

“And stuff?”

Sally was blushing as Cheyenne laughed at her.  Evidently they’d talked about some pretty serious stuff and her memories were showing an embarrassment I’d never seen in Sally before.

“Well, you were my father after all, and little girls do have a time with things when their fathers are ‘it’ for them.  You probably didn’t realize it but we used to… uh… anyway we talked about you a quite a bit.”

“Yeah, we did.  Remember that time when we were in your room after the pool party on your sixteenth birthday Sally?”

Sally turned beet red, and it got me curious.  I wanted to know, but then again, I didn’t.  Sally cut in before I could change the subject.

“Ohhh yeah.  Why’d you bring that one up Cheyenne?  I mean, of all the times…”

“Because that was the first time you ever mentioned that you’d do your dad if you had the chance.  I knew your dad wouldn’t have touched you in that way, just as he’d never have touched me either, but I remember rubbing myself in bed later thinking about it.”

Now I was blushing.  Cheyenne seemed to be above blushing, or she was just being so straightforward that it never occurred to her she was embarrassing us.

“Well, it appears dear old dad got over the not touching YOU part of things at any rate.”

“Yeah, well, I helped things along.  Kind of led him into it actually.  Almost got me fired from the club too.”

“You gave dad THAT private dance?  Oh.  My.  God.  Really?  You danced for him?  Like we talked about that time?”

“Yeah.”

Finally Cheyenne blushed.  Evidently ‘that time’ was pretty impressive, and for her to admit what she’d done, and then blush like that, well, it made me wonder that ‘that time’ had been about?

“Blow job and all?”

“Yeah.”

“SALLY.  That’s enough.  You shouldn’t be sitting here talking about things like that in front of your father, and you shouldn’t so nosy either.”

“Oh dad, if you only knew what we talked about when alone together.  You’d probably have a heart attack.  We had active imaginations and we ‘did’ you often.  At least in our dirty little minds.  Now I have a great husband and he takes care of me.  I still remember some of the things we used to talk about though.  You had no idea.”

“Obviously not.”

Cheyenne stood up and moved over to sit on my lap.

“Want to see some other things we talked about Randy?”

Her voice was rough and throaty yet sweet as her words cut through the air.  I could almost feel the honey dripping off them.  

“Not in front of Sally.”

“Why not?  It could give her some ideas to use on her hubby when she got home.”

“Cheyenne…”

“Hey dad, let her run with it.  After all, I’ve already seen you two in action, so there’s not much more for me to see.  Besides, you two looked hot.  Damn hot.”

“Sally, I really think that… umph!”

Cheyenne’s lips locked onto mine, smothering my response completely.  Her tongue invaded my mouth and as I struggled to slow things down she just pressed on harder and faster. I tried to push her off of me, but she hung on tightly enough that I finally gave up trying for the moment.  

Sally sat there, watching us.  She was openly watching and not blushing nor protesting, or anything.  If anything, she looked like she was getting off on what Cheyenne was doing on my lap. 

Cheyenne, in the mean time, was getting real busy.  Her hands undid my robe and then she started working on my softened cock.  Once again I tried to move her off my lap and stop her, but as my hand came up she released my cock and took my hand, placing it on her bare breast.  

I never knew how or when she bared herself that way, but I heard, or thought I heard a sigh from Sally’s side of the table.  I started to glance that way but Cheyenne grabbed my head in her hands and took my breath away with another stunning kiss.  

Shamefully, I realized that my hand was still on her bare breast and my other hand was kneading her thigh just below her hot, wet and delightful pussy.  I couldn’t see Sally, but I could hear moaning coming from across the table where she was sitting.

Cheyenne moved around a bit, and taking one hand from behind my head she moved it to my cock, stroking my now steel hard shaft.  I heard chairs scraping on the kitchen tiles and then a warm presence was next to me.  

Sally had moved around the table and brought a chair with her.  She placed it near enough to me that I could smell her perfume and feel the warmth from her body.  I heard Sally’s clothes rustling as Cheyenne really started to move around on my lap.  

My robe parted completely, and was pulled from my shoulders.  Cheyenne removed the shirt she’d thrown on and, naked, she began to move up to take my cock into her tight and steaming center. I never knew when her panties had disappeared either.

My mind was refusing to accept the situation.  My daughter was sitting right next to us as Cheyenne started to fuck me.  I heard her moans as Cheyenne settled down on my shaft.  She hugged me close as her hips began to thrust back and forth.  I could feel the muscles in her pussy milking my shaft and I knew that regardless of the situation, I’d cum soon.  Right in front of my adult daughter.

This was so nasty and filthy I was numb.  I’d never have done something like this, ever, on my own.  Cheyenne had taken me to places I’d never been, and I wasn’t sure what I thought or felt, other than knowing that I loved what she was doing to me or rather, with me.

“Oh God Randy, your cock is so huge… so long… so hard.  I love it.  It fills me up.  Oh… GOD…I’m cumming!  Uhh…Ohhh…yessssss.  Oh fuck!  Yessssss… so hot… so hard… yessssss.”

Cheyenne was having multiple orgasms as she rode me.  I was getting close to shooting off too.  

Suddenly I felt a hand on my body.  Fingers were rubbing my nipple and then moving downwards.  I started cumming and couldn’t stop.  As I shot off deep inside Cheyenne, that hand touched right where we were joined.

“See that cock Sally?  God he’s so damn hard.  Feel how wet I am.  Jeezus… I’m flooded out down there.  I’ve never cum so much or so hard before.”

Cheyenne was talking like she was in a fog of lust.  

The hand varied from gripping my cock to moving up and rubbing Cheyenne.  I was coming back to reality when I suddenly realized just whose hand was on us.  Sally was sitting next to us, her eyes glazed and her mouth open as she obviously came while rubbing us and her own pussy.

“Oh God… daddy…oh yes… so hard.  So damn hard.  Chey, you’re so wet… it’s sticking up into you… My daddy’s cock is sticking up into you, so hard and long… Oh God… yessssss.  He’s buried in you all the way… Ohhhhh God.”

Stunned, I could only sit there and watch as my daughter got off while touching my cock and Cheyenne’s pussy where they were still joined.

After coming back to reality, my face turned red as a fire engine.  Or maybe I was white as a ghost. I didn’t know. All I truly knew was that my face was burning hot. 

I was afraid of what had just happened, and in the post orgasmic ‘bliss’, that reality came crashing down on me hard.  Sally was coming down from her orgasm and her smile told me that she’d enjoyed doing this, yet deep inside I was troubled.

“I can’t believe you did that Sally.  That’s so wrong.”

“I just touched you daddy.  It’s not like we had sex or anything.  Damn.”

“I was having sex with Cheyenne.  You’re hand was down there… on us… you rubbed me, you rubbed yourself… I can’t believe this.  What’s happening to me?”

“You, daddy, are coming out of your shell thanks to what you’ve done with Cheyenne.  I know you like her, at least.  Your cock says so anyway.  I know Cheyenne loves you too.  Relax and chill out old man.  It’ll be all right.”

“I need to go get dressed.”

“Can we take showers Randy?”

Cheyenne had a look in her eyes.  I wasn’t sure what to say, but Sally said it for me, whether I liked it or not.

“You two go ahead.  I’ll be back in a while.  Take your time.  I know that you both need to wash each other’s backs.  I’d bet that Cheyenne can get you up and in her one more time too daddy.  Gives me goose bumps, it does.”

“Gives me goose bumps too Sally.  NOT LIKE YOUR’S I’m sure.”

“Oh daddy.  No harm, no foul.  Let it be.”

Sally washed her hands in the kitchen sink and left. Cheyenne and I went to the bathroom to shower.  Sally was right.  Cheyenne was able to get me up again, and we did it in the shower, and then once more in the bedroom. The last one in the bedroom was soft and gentle, full of love.  We made love.  For the first time since Tricia, I actually made love with a woman.

And I loved it because I discovered that I loved her too.

“I’m losing my mind.  I must be.”

“Are you sorry that we made love Randy?”

“Oh Cheyenne, I don’t know what to think.  I was around you when you were a teenager.  I drove you and Sally to school and school events.  I took pictures of you and Sally and your dates when you both went to the prom.  Now… damn… we’ve had sex.  It’s just a bit much for this old man to comprehend.”

“You know that I’ve always loved you, right?”

“Crushed on me maybe.  Love?  I’m not sure Cheyenne.”

“I always have been in love with you.  Sally knew it too.  She warned me that I’d better never try to come between you and Tricia, but now, since Tricia’s gone… I mean, I’m not trying to make you forget her, she was such a wonderful wife and mom… it’s just…”

“First of all Cheyenne, you couldn’t make me forget Tricia.  She was my first love, and always will have a special place in my heart.  On the other hand, you’re right, had you tried to come between us, Sally would probably have killed you.  But now, I suppose it doesn’t really matter.  It’s just that you’re so young.  You could have any man you wanted, Cheyenne.  Really.  I mean, there are a lot of good young men out there who would love and care for you just like me, probably even better.”

“But they’re not you, Randy.  I love YOU.  I want to be with YOU.  YOU’RE the man I want to be with Randy.  Not some other, younger man.  I’ve only wanted just you.”

“Well, I never knew until just now.  I think we need to take it easy.  You may change your mind about me.  You need to see that when you’re in your forties I’ll be in my sixties or seventies.  What about that?  I won’t always be capable of having sex.  What would you do then?  What about when I die?  You’d be all alone and still young enough to be a wife or lover for someone more your age.  What about then?”

“I love you.  That’s all I need to know, and I’ve thought about when you get older, trust me.  I really have.  I’ll show you my diary.  That’ll show you what I’ve really thought all this time.  You have no idea Randy.  Really you don’t.”

We talked for most of the day.  Sally came back about four hours later, and then just before Cheyenne left to go to her apartment, Jim and John stopped by. 

“Hey dad… Cheyenne.  How’s things?”

“Good Jim.  How’s things with you guys?”

“Good.  John and I were wondering… Sally told us that you and Cheyenne were kind of getting close…”

“When did she tell you that?”

“I saw them right after I left here this morning dad.”

“What did you tell them?”

“Not much.  I mean, they know that you and Cheyenne have been… intimate… but nothing else.”

My sons had the sense to blush at Sally’s statement.

“AND?”

John cut in.

“Well, we think that you and Cheyenne being together may be a good thing dad.  Cheyenne always has loved you and…”

“You two boys knew about her loving me too?”

“Yeah.”

“And nobody in my family ever told their father about that little fact?”

“Dad, we didn’t want to embarrass you or Cheyenne.  We figured it would never go anywhere, as long as mom was alive anyway.  Now though, since moms’ gone and you’re all alone…”

“What?”

“We just wanted you to know that if you and Cheyenne decided to get serious or marry each other, you’ll have our blessings.”

“Really?”

“Really.  We know that you’ve been through a lot dad.  So has Cheyenne.  You two need each other… and well… if you love each other, then, so what?  We love you dad, and we love Cheyenne too. You couldn’t really do any better than loving and marrying Cheyenne.”

“Well.  Thanks.  I think.”

“Look dad… we know that you’re all out of sorts with all of this right now.  Your head must be swimming still… but we’ve known all along that Cheyenne loved you.  Now she and you have your chance.  Run with it.  We’ll be okay with it, really.”

“I need time to think about this.”

I looked at Cheyenne while I spoke.  I didn’t want to hurt her, but at the same time this had been one hell of a whirlwind couple of days for me.  I wasn’t sure what I felt yet, truthfully, and I didn’t know what to think about our age difference’s either.

“Dad, you need to just go with the flow.  We know what’s best for you, even if you don’t.”

Sally was giving me ‘that’ look.  You know, the one daughters give their dads when they’re working them around their little fingers?

“I think that I’m adult enough and still enough in control of my facilities to make my own mind up about things young lady.”

Cheyenne looked scared suddenly.  I knew that I must have sounded a bit cold, but things were moving so damned fast I had to slow them down to a pace that I’d be able and capable to deal with.

“Cheyenne and I need to work things out between us.  I have feelings for her and I know that she has feelings for me too.  I’m just not so certain that she’s doing what’s best for her by taking up with an old man like me.”

“You’re not that old Randy.”

Cheyenne’s eyes were glistening with tears about to fall.  Still she pushed on.

“Can’t you see that I love you no matter what?  I don’t care what your age is.  I just want to love you and be with you.  Could we just try? Randy?”

My heart was melting seeing her eyes.  She looked scared and sad at the same time.  I’d seen that look, or one similar in Tricia’s eyes once a long time ago… it brought back memories of her that I’d thought had been forgotten.  I’d never been able to stand that look in any woman, let alone one I cared for.

I held out my arms to Cheyenne and she fell into them.  Her arms went around my body and held me tight. I felt her sobbing into my chest.  Looking around at my kids I saw tender loving care.  They were concerned for me, and for Cheyenne.  I relented a bit.  I wasn’t still sure this was the right move for Cheyenne, or for me for that matter, but I knew that I did have some strong feelings for Cheyenne.

“How about Cheyenne moves in with me and we try living together for a while?”

She pulled back in my arms and looked into my eyes.  I saw her cheeks, wet with tears and her shining eyes as a smile broke out.  It was one of those smiles that engage everyone around, and pretty soon my kids, Cheyenne and I were all smiling.

“You won’t be sorry Randy.  Trust me, you’ll know I love you for certain.”

“I already know that Cheyenne.  I really do.

So began an experiment.  One that would test my friendship with my older adult friends, and one that would open my heart to a very special person.  It wasn’t to be all easy as I soon found out… but it was worth it in the end.


It started that Monday.

“You’re dating who?  Cheyenne?  Little Cheyenne?  Good God Randy, what got into you over the weekend anyway?  You’re old enough to be her father.  Oh Jesus… you’ve lost your mind.  Were you doing drugs or something Friday night?”

Jane was the receptionist where I worked.  She had, over the last few years, gotten to be like my caretaker.  She was always trying to guide me to what she thought a man like me should be doing.  

Her husband, Tom, was a great guy and I’d heard them arguing more than once about her taking me under her wing. She was always pushing me to do things I didn’t feel ready to do.  It was like she was the Captain of the good ship Randy, and she had to guide me on my journey.

Now, it seemed that I’d sunk the ship, and she was not happy.  Not at all.

“You’re more than twice her age.  She’s just a baby.  You have no business messing around with that young woman.  Besides, isn’t she some kind of stripper or prostitute or something?  What got into you?”

“FIRST OF ALL, she’s not a prostitute Jane.  She does dance but she’s no whore. Secondly, it just happened Jane, really.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet it just happened.  You’ve become a dirty old man.  My God.  I can’t believe you’re doing this.”

“The kids are okay with it.  She’s okay with it.  I think I’m okay with it too.”

“Yeah… I’ll bet.  You got a little and suddenly you’re in love.  Dammit Randy, she’s way too young and you… you’re…OHHHHHH!”

She stomped her foot and angrily turned away.  As she stormed off I began to wonder who else was going to rain on my parade today.  She was the first person I’d told and already I regretted it.

“Randy, I heard you had a hot date.  Jim was telling me just this morning they’re giving us the contract, so you did a great job selling… but then he told me about your dancer.  Left wet spots on your pants?  I’ve never known you to go to a place like that, let alone get a dance.  Way to go ol’ man.”

Ted was the sales manager, and as such, he was my boss.  I had gotten along with him in the past, though I thought he was a bit of a devil at times.  Now it seemed that I’d ‘fit’ right in with his view of life.  

The whole day after that went downhill. People were either envious of my having a young woman ‘dating’ me or upset that I’d been doing anything with a woman so young.  It was fairly evenly divided, men for and women against, mostly.  I was going nuts by the end of the day.

That night at home, I discovered that my new roommate had moved in her stuff.  Since Tricia’s things had already been taken care of, there was more than enough room for Cheyenne’s things in the closet and dressers. 

Looking around I suddenly realized that Cheyenne’s stuff was there but Cheyenne wasn’t.  I was let down, but then I figured out she must have gone in to work.  I cleaned up and changed clothes and then went to the club.  I was right, as Cheyenne was dancing when I got there.

One of the bouncers saw me and as the door guy was about to charge me, the bouncer stepped up and whispered in his ear.  Suddenly the manner of the door guy changed one eighty degrees.

“You’re Randy?  Damn, sorry about that man.  I didn’t realize Cheyenne was dating an old… um… anybody. As long as you’re with a dancer like you are, you get in free.  She left word.  I just thought that she wasn’t seeing anyone.  Sorry about that.”

I went in and stewed for a bit on the comments of the door guy.  He’d been about to say ‘old man’ instead of ‘anybody’ and I could see that he didn’t think Cheyenne was doing the right thing, or even a good thing by being with me.  I put it off to his being jealous of me more than anything, but there was a little cloud of doubt in my mind.

He probably saw ‘sugar daddy’ written all over me.  Maybe I was about to become a sugar daddy, but I did have genuine feelings for Cheyenne and I was pretty certain she had strong genuine feelings for me too.

Watching Cheyenne dance was something new and different for me too.  Seeing all the men in the place hooting and hollering at her, throwing money on the stage or trying to stuff it in her garters and grabbing feels of her when they could was upsetting to me.  I sat down towards the back and tried to relax, but was having a difficult time of doing that.

A man in a suit stepped up to the table and bent over.

“Can I talk to you in back?”

“Uh… yeah.  I suppose.”

We walked back behind the bar and into a hallway.  Dancers were running to and fro, either getting ready to dance or coming back from lap dancing or whatever.  It was a busy hallway and I was jostled several times by half naked young women just walking back to the office.

“You must be Randy.”

“Yeah.  You are…?”

“I’m Tony.  I own the joint.  Duke told me that you came in and pointed you out to me.  I figured we should have a little confab before something happens and we both get in trouble.”

“Trouble?”

“Yeah.  See, the dancers are here to work.  Their job is to dance and get the fella’s worked up.  That’s how it all works, ya know?”

“Yeah, I’d figured that out a while back.”

“Well, you’re dating Candy… I mean Cheyenne, and that kind of puts a damper on things.  I know you’re sitting back and out of the way, but I also know that you’re sitting there working yourself up in to a mad.  I could see it on your face when I walked up.”

“I wasn’t getting mad…”

“Oh really?  Your jaw was clenched so hard I’m surprised that your teeth aren’t powder right now.  Look, you can come in and watch your gal dance I don’t have any problems with that.  I just can’t have my bouncers having to watch you constantly for signs you might try to put some guy on the floor and laying the boots to him.”

“I wouldn’t do that.”

“You were pretty close to doing just that a bit ago.”

“I’m just trying to figure things out, that’s all.  I will admit it bothers me a little when the guys paw at her.”

“See?  I was right.”

I admitted it to myself.  I had been getting worked up and ready to go hit somebody.  This wasn’t like me at all.  Suddenly I was changing in ways I’d never anticipated before.  I wasn’t sure it was good change either.

“Tell you what… I’m going to tell you my story and then you can sit back out in the club and we’ll see how you do.  If you start to get worked up again I’ll have to ask you to wait in your car… or at home for Cheyenne to come to you.”

“Okay.  I understand. I’ve never had a… person I love… doing something like this before… it’s… different.”

“You can say that again.  Did you see the older blonde on the floor when you first came in?  She may have been doing a lap dance when you sat down at your table out there.”

“Yeah… I saw a blonde.  Looked pretty good.”

“Thank you.  That’s my wife.  She dances here and has for quite a few years now.  She still has what it takes and the guys really like to watch her.  Cheyenne is one of the hottie’s now though, and you probably saw that, didn’t you?  How the men crowded up close to the stage while she was dancing?  The money piling up?  That’s how you tell if a girls has it or not.  Cheyenne has it.  Glenda, my wife has it and there’s one or two other’s out there tonight that have it too.”

“Okay. No argument from me about that.  You like your wife dancing?”

“That’s what I’m going to talk to you about.  Glenda was dancing here before I bought the joint.  Afterwards, we started to talk about things other than work and pretty soon I asked her to marry me.  At first, knowing that my girlfriend and later, my wife, was dancing and stripping like Cheyenne did kinda bother me.  A lot.  It took a long time with Glenda constantly telling me she loved only me, and was interested in me alone before I got it through my thick skull that she wouldn’t cheat on me or do anything more than dance for the guys.  The teasing… well, that’s where the big tips come in and when the girl does it right, they make some pretty big bucks some nights.  Cheyenne does damn well most nights.”

“Okay.  So… how’s this helping me?”

He motioned me over to a window facing the club’s main room.  It was evidently a one way window, or mirror, since nobody seemed to notice us standing on that side.

“See her now?  She’s giving that cowboy a lap dance.  Over there.”

He pointed out Cheyenne.  The instant I saw her on that guys lap my blood pressure started to go up.  Tony put a hand on my shoulder and started to talk low and soft.

“Look at her.  When you’re with her and she’s doing that, does she act like that?”

“Well, sort of.”

“No.  She doesn’t.  She’s moving sexy and stuff all right, but with you she kisses, touches and more… right?”

“Yeah.  I guess so.”

“Okay, when she’s out there, on some strangers lap, do you think she’s thinking about doing him?”

“I don’t know.  Maybe?  Probably not.”

“Good answer.  No… she isn’t.  I’ll tell you who she’s thinking about and I’d probably be a hundred percent right about it every time… she’s thinking about you… what you smell like, what you kiss like, what you feel like deep inside her… that’s what she’s thinking about.  That guy?  He don’t have a clue.  He probably hopes she’s getting worked up over him, but in reality she’s not.  She’s there to help him feel that way, yes… but she’s not ‘there’. Know what I mean?”

“Maybe.  Still… it bothers me that she’s even doing that much.”

“Yeah.   I know.  I had the same feeling for a long time.  You know what?  I’ll get Glenda in here and she’ll show you the difference.  Then maybe you’ll have a better understanding of things.”

“I don’t understand.  How’s Glenda going to show me anything?”

“You’ll see.  Wait right here, I’ll be straight back.”

He was gone only for a minute.  When he came in the older but still very beautiful blonde Glenda, was with him.

“Honey, this here’s Randy.  Cheyenne’s Randy.”

“Ohhhh…very nice to meet you Randy.  You’re a very lucky man.  Of course, seeing you now, I think Cheyenne’s a very lucky young lady too. It’s obvious why she loves you.”

I was suddenly uncomfortable.  It was like I was shy more than anything.  Glenda was being very nice and very friendly.  

“Thank you.   I feel pretty damn lucky, that’s for sure.  She’s so beautiful.”

“And she loves you with her whole heart.  She told me about you a long time ago.  She never thought that this day would come, so now that it has, she’s been as happy as I’ve ever seen her.  You’re a good man, and you’ve really made her happy.  I love that you did it too.”

“Thank you.”

“So, I’m going to give you a lap dance like I give the guys out there.  You’re going to see pretty much exactly what Cheyenne gives those guys.  Then, when I’m done, I’m going to get Cheyenne in here and she’ll give you the same dance.  Maybe then you’ll see the difference.”

“You don’t have to do that.  I think I’ll figure things out on my own.”

“Nah, I think I’ll give you the dance and then get her to give you a dance.  No rules apply in here, right Tony?”

“You got it babe.  When Candy… I mean, Cheyenne gives him her dance, we can slip out for a bit.”  

I saw that no matter what I said or did, Glenda was going to give me a lap dance, with her husband sitting right there with us.  I was nervous, and just a tad worried.  More from Tony and what he’d be thinking rather than for anything I’d do.

Glenda started to move to the music we could clearly hear from the main dance floor.  Straddling a stool sitting near Tony’s desk, she began to strip and move in ways guaranteed to make a dead man hard.

As her clothes came off I couldn’t help but get an erection.  She was moving and twisting in ways that I thought were impossible for a person to move in.  As she stripped to her G-string, she stayed back from me, but gave me looks that could best be described as sexually motivated.

Once her breasts were fully exposed she played with them, licking her own nipples as she pushed those large globes up towards her face.  She moved from the stool and slid up onto my lap, rubbing my legs with her pussy, separated only by my pants and her G-string.

I felt my erection digging into my stomach as it tried its damnedest to get free.  I was almost breathless as her large breasts hung invitingly in front of my face.  Had I not known better, I’d have been sure she wanted me for pleasure.

Her hands went around my head, gently controlling my head as she pulled me into her bosoms. I was surprised when she let my face touch her breasts, and even more surprised when Tony didn’t jump up and come over to kill me.

She was purring in my ear as her body moved on my lap.  Her pussy was rubbing my shaft here and there, and I was soon wishing for Cheyenne to be with me.  I knew I’d never cheat on any woman I was with, but this was temptation of the worst kind.  It took everything I had to not reach out and grab Glenda’s body somewhere.

The music outside died and Glenda moved off my body in a smooth and practiced way.  As I tried to catch my breath she smiled at me.

“Oh yeah… I still got it Tony.  He was about to shoot I think.”

“Hey, babe, have I ever told you that you didn’t have it?  No… you know that.  You’ve always had it baby, I know that for certain.  Randy does now too.  Why don’t I go get Cheyenne while you visit with Randy?  Back in a minute.”

As Tony left the room I managed to regain my composure.   Glenda gave me a look that made me wonder what was on her mind.

“What?”

“You know, when Cheyenne first came to work here she talked to me about her dad and then later, about you.  At first I thought you had taken advantage of her and hated you… then she explained that you’d never lifted as little as a hair to suggest you’d do anything with her.  She loved you so much.  All this time she’s talked about you and things she’d do with you too.  She dated, but nobody could live up to the image of you, so eventually she even quit dating.  I think she was waiting for you.  I really do.”

“Really?  All this time huh?”

“Yeah.  She loves you whether you know it or not.  You make sure you treat her right, Randy.  I love that little gal and she’s a good person and a damn good dancer too.”

Her protectiveness struck me as almost motherly.  I could see that Glenda did care for Cheyenne, so that made me feel good for some reason.  

“Well, I have some strong feelings for her too.  Matter of fact, I think I love her.  It’s just that she’s so damn young…”

“Hey buddy, my dad was eighteen years older than my mom.  They loved each other completely.  I’ve never seen two people so much in love before, unless it’s Cheyenne and you.  I was watching you as you watched her dance.  I could see right there how much you love her.”

“Shows that much huh?”

“What shows that much Randy?”

Cheyenne was walking in as I’d said that.  She looked at me, and then she looked at Glenda… her look for Glenda was like she wondered what had been going on in this room.

“What were you doing in here before Tony came and got me Randy?”

She wasn’t angry, she was curious.  I was nervous suddenly and didn’t know what to say.  Glenda took care of that for me.

“He was getting a hot lap dance from me.  I was trying to show him what you do for others and now you can show him what you do for him.”

Cheyenne looked at me then back at Glenda, and then she looked over my shoulder to where Tony was standing by the door.

“You set this up Tony?”

“You know it little girl.”

“Why?”

“Your man was about to launch himself at a couple of customers.  I couldn’t have that, so I got him in here and then got Glenda to show him how you dance for other men.  Now, you can show him how you dance for him.  That should clear some things up for him.  In his mind anyway.”

“Randy?  You were going to beat some guys up for me?”

I was embarrassed.  She was looking… I wasn’t sure how she was looking and it made me feel even worse.  I couldn’t tell if she liked it or hated it. I remembered what I’d been feeling before Tony had come and got me and decided to tell Cheyenne the truth.

“Yeah.  I guess so.  It was bothering the hell out of me.  Watching you like that… it kind of… I don’t know… made me mad.  I guess.”

“I wouldn’t cheat on you lover.  I love you too much to do that.  I only dance for those men because they’ll give me money.  I try to earn it the best way I can.  I’d never cheat on you though.  Never.”

“I know that.  I know that, I do.  Watching you though… well… it surprised me.”

“Did you like it when Glenda danced for you?  Did she rub it all over you?  Did she let you bury your head in her boobs too?”

I couldn’t look at her.  I was certain she’d be angry with me.

“Yes.” I Softly answered.

“She has a great set of boobs doesn’t she?  All natural.  Real deals.  I’m envious of Glenda’s boobs sometimes.  So, how’d it feel to have her dancing for you like she does?”

“Well, I’d be lying if I said she didn’t turn me on.  I never cheated on you though.”

I was defensive.  I had to make sure she knew that I’d not cheated on her.  It was important to me right then.  I should have known she’d understand that about me.  She’d already talked about it before.

Looking at Tony she asked the obvious question.

“Any rules Tony?”

“For you babe?  No.  You can dance in here for your man any old way you want to.  If you want, we’ll leave right now so you can get it done.”

“You guys don’t need to leave.  Matter of fact, I’d like you both to stick around and watch.  Maybe you can give me some tips on how to improve my dancing skills.”

“Well, if Randy doesn’t mind…”

I glanced at Glenda and Tony and figured what the heck?  It wasn’t like Cheyenne was going to out and out fuck me in here anyway.  Besides, my own daughter had watched Cheyenne and I actually fuck, so who was I to be so prim and proper?

“No problems from me.”

The next song was coming up and Cheyenne started her dance for me.  The first thing I noticed was her eyes.  Glenda had a come on look in her eyes, but nothing like the look Cheyenne was giving me now.  Cheyenne’s eyes seemed to bore right through me, right into my soul.

Cheyenne didn’t leave much time to stripping off her clothes, what few there were, either.  Once she was naked, totally naked that is, she moved onto my lap and crushed up against me.  Her arms went around me and her tongue slipped into my mouth.

“Mmmm…baby I’m so hot right now.  I’ve been dancing for all those men and they can’t do anything to help me put out this fire that’s burning me up.  I know you can though.  Can’t you?  Can’t you put out my fire baby?”

I was rock hard instantly.  She moved in closer yet, as if that were possible, and started to work her hands across my body.  As she moved her body around I couldn’t help myself and my hands went to her thighs.  

She moved back a bit, letting me see her body as she sat on my lap, and then she pushed her wonderful breasts into my face, almost like Glenda had done.  The big exception to Cheyenne’s way was that she aimed her nipples for my mouth, and she hit the target, right on the money.

I moved my hands up to take her breasts in my grip, sucking and licking her nipples the whole time.  My mind was on Cheyenne and Cheyenne alone.  As I was sucking on one of her nipples I suddenly felt cool air on my cock. Cheyenne was pulling my raging hard-on out and gently stroking my shaft.

“Oh baby, you’re so hard.  So long and so hard.  God… I have to have you.  I just have to.  Yesss… suck my nipples… oh yeah… loving that.  Soooo goooood.”

I had forgotten that we had witnesses to what we were doing.  I was so into the moment, I never even gave a thought to Tony and Glenda standing there watching us. I was revved up and there was no stopping me.

Cheyenne suddenly pulled away from me and moved to kneel in front of me.  My raging hard-on was throbbing and almost hurt, it was so hard.  Cheyenne took pity on my condition and started to kiss her way from the bottom of my shaft right up to the head.  Once she reached there, her lips opened up and she slowly slipped them over that head and then she took me all the way into her mouth and down her throat. 

I put my hands on her head, holding her hair out of the way so I could see her sucking my cock.  Watching her do this for me was impressive.  She loved what she was doing, and it was very obvious.  

I started to cum, almost without realizing I was that close.  It slipped up on me and damn near hit me over the head.  I’d never had an orgasm like that.  Not without any kind of warning what was coming anyway.

I shot off into Cheyenne’s mouth and she swallowed everything I had.  Once I stopped jerking and shaking she moved to suck me hard again, and then once that was accomplished, she straddled my lap.  This time she took me cock into her pussy and just slid down on it.

Her moans told me she loved it too.

“Oh God… I’ll never get used to this cock of yours Randy.  It’s long and hard and hot and it feels so damned good inside me.  You fill me up just right.  Perfectly.  I love you baby.  I really do love you.”

I was sitting there thinking the same thing.  I did love her.  I knew it right at that moment beyond any doubt.  I’d had some reservations all this time due to the age difference, and also to the speed things had happened.  Right at that moment though, I knew that I loved Cheyenne fully and completely.  My jealousy seemed to wash away as she started to move up and down on my shaft.


“I love you too Cheyenne.  I mean that.  I really do love you.”

“I know.”

“No… I mean I love you fully and completely Cheyenne.  I mean… I want to marry you, love you.”

She froze suddenly, my confession shocking her.  I couldn’t decipher the look in her eyes, but I knew that something about what I’d said hit her hard.

“You love me… and want to marry me?  Really?”

“Yes.  I’d get on my knee, but you seem to kind of have me tied up at the moment.  I will though… I mean, I will ask you on bended knee.”

“Yes… YES… OH YES.  I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.  YES I’LL MARRY YOU.”

Her arms locked tight around me, and as I sat there she broke out in tears. I heard someone else crying too, and it was then I remembered that Tony and Glenda were still standing right there in the office, watching.

“That was so beautiful.  She loves you so much Randy and I can see that you love her too.  That’s so romantic.”

Tony was smiling as Glenda turned and buried her head in his shoulder.

“Women, go figure.”

His comment caused me to smile.  Here I was, sitting in his office while his still almost totally naked wife was crying on his shoulder, while my soon to be wife was naked and fucking me right in front of them.

“Yeah, go figure.”

Later that night, after the sixth time of fucking my eyes out, Cheyenne looked into my eyes.  She didn’t say a word, she just stared at me. 

“What?”

“Nothing.  I was just… watching you.”

“I could see that.  Why?”

“I just can’t believe you asked me to marry you. I just can’t believe that my dreams have come true.  That I’m here, with you, in bed, we’re having sex, we’re going to be married… and that you love me like I’ve always wanted you to love me.  You’ve made me so happy Randy.  You have no idea how happy.”

“Well, you’ve made me happy too Cheyenne.  I may not have had a crush on you since you were little, but I do know love when it hits me over the head.  I’m lucky to have you in my life, and I know it.”

“You’ll want me to quit dancing now I suppose?”

Her look was one of hope more than any kind of her wanting to keep dancing at the club I thought.

“Nope.  I’ll always want you dancing.”

I saw the startled look that slipped into her eyes and it amused me.

“Really?  You want me to keep dancing?  But I thought… What about all those men?”

“Baby, I want you to keep dancing… yes.   For me.  For me only.  Will that be all right with you?”

“OH YESSSS… I’ll always dance for you and you alone Randy.  I love dancing for you.”

She rolled over on top of me, pinning me to the mattress.  I was covered in kisses while she hugged me tightly. 

“Wow, is that a pickle… wait… it’s a cucumber… no… wait… it must be an okra… wow… it’s so warm… and hard… OH MY GOD… it’s a cock.  MY COCK.  All mine for ever and ever.”

She moved to take me inside her and then she ground her pussy tightly against my crotch. 

“I love how good you feel inside me.  You complete me.”

“You complete me too Cheyenne.”


If anyone asks, yes, it is fun being married to a younger woman, especially one who loves me as much as Cheyenne loves me.

Sally was the Maid of Honor; John shared being Best Man with his brother Jim.  They both kidded me about my ‘bachelor party’ and when they had it there was a stripper.  They’d talked Glenda into doing it for me.  Since the party was very small, being only my sons and I, she accepted.  

All she did was dance, and Tony was there to watch too.  I think that, somehow, he gets turned on by watching her dance for other men knowing she’s coming home to him, and him alone, every time.  I kind of know that feeling. 

Cheyenne quit dancing at the club, much to Tony’s surprise, but then, he understood why.  She still dances quite often… only now it’s a very sexual and very special dance for the man she loves.  Me.


Sally never got as close with me as she did that one afternoon, for which I’m very glad.  She worried me for a bit with her actions.  Cheyenne talked to me about it, and when I realized just how much I was a part of their fantasy life when they were at that age, I relented and forgave Sally for doing what she’d done.

We live on in the Mansion in the Wood, as my kids called it over the years.  I know that the house is far too big for just Cheyenne and I, but I love the large yards, the swimming pool and hot tub, and at times, when Cheyenne has a party, I get the benefit of seeing scantily clad young women running around enjoying life.

Cheyenne doesn’t seem to have a jealous bone in her body, as she loves watching me watch her former co-workers swim and party with us.  They tease the ‘old man’ and Cheyenne laughs and teases me with them.

I don’t mind, since I know that when we go to bed, Cheyenne will be all over me, loving me up.  If anything, our sex life gets better and better.  When Cheyenne brings ‘Candy’ out once in a while, it’s a real treat for me too.

Cheyenne keeps me young at heart.  She works out with me daily, and together we stay trim and in shape.  I had fears of the generation gap between us at one time, but I’ve since learned that Cheyenne loves most of the things I love, and that, in itself, bridges any gaps we could have had that way.

Do I have any regrets, you might ask.  No I don’t.  I have a beautiful and loving wife with me right now; I spent a good part of my early years with another beautiful and loving wife.  I do miss Tricia at times, but I’d not give up Cheyenne at all.  All in all, my life has turned out well for a second time.  It’s taught me one thing… always believe in second chances.


