The Green Green Grass Of Home
written by:
DG Hear

The Green Green Grass of Home By DG Hear

Note from Jake Rivers:

This is my fifth semi-annual "invitational." The initial one was based on the Statler Brother's song, "This Bed of Rose's." The second used the Marty Robbins El Paso trilogy: "El Paso" "El Paso City " and "Faleena." The third had stories based on the various versions of "Maggie May" or "Maggie Mae." The fourth invitational was based on any Country & Western song.

The current invitational is based on any song written or performed by Merle Haggard.

Regards, Jake

I have always wondered if you could love someone too much. I believe in my case the answer is yes.

The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train And there to meet me is my Mama and Papa. Down the lane I look and there runs Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

I remember this song from way back in my younger days. So pretty, yet so sad. It's about a man's dream before he is taken to be executed. I guess I could almost call it my swan song seeing as I'm in the same situation.

Here I am at seventy-one years old waiting to take my final walk down the corridor. I guess I should go back a few years to explain how I ended up where I am now.

My name is Myron Brock and I am a CFO (Chief Financial Officer) for a major institution. I worked my way up through the ranks to this top position.

Back in my college days, I was somewhat of a playboy but I also had brains. I found out early that I liked dealing in numbers and that I was good at it. I took courses in Accounting and Finance graduating in the top of my class receiving my Bachelor of Science degree. I went on and received my Masters degree in Finance as well.

I had no problem finding a position with a top company. I started in the accounting department and worked my way up.

The dating scene was quite interesting for me. It really started in college. It was a lot wilder than I would have ever imagined. The sex was there for the asking. I must have gone to a party at least every other week. The booze flowed as well as the drugs. I drank some and tried the pot but it always made me tired.

I gave up the pot but I did drink at the parties. I was a nerd but far from a geek. Because of the smarts, I helped several friends with their homework. In turn, I made lots of friends and pretty much was invited to all the parties.

I really don't want to knock the girls because they were just doing and wanting the same as the guys. We all partied on down and most every party ended in a lot of sex. After getting intoxicated, the girls wanted it as bad as the guys did. It was nothing to be on a bed sprawled out with six naked people. This wasn't a one-time thing but happened at most every party.

I didn't really have any girl friends as such. I know many of the girls came to college to find a husband while others actually came for an education. The majority did come to party or at least to get a taste of the college life. I guess that's why I could have sex with them and still not be serious about them.

It would be hard to want to marry a woman that a number of your friends laid. Many of my friends didn't feel that way. After we graduated, there were several of my friends getting married. Maybe I'm old fashioned but I felt kind of funny going to weddings with women that I had bedded down.

I could have been serious about a couple of women but the multiple sex partners did it in for me. I'm not talking double standards here. I would think that many of the women felt the same about guys that they were interested in. I guess it's all in the heart of the beholder. Some are able to separate love and the different sex acts. They could love a woman or man that had sex with other people they knew. I just wasn't made that way.

I can understand a loving relationship going awry and the couple breaking up. Each going their own way and marrying other people, but fucking my friend's fiancée and them getting married the following week was a bit much for me.

Ruthie was a girl I bedded down with quite a few times in my freshman year. I really began to like her. I could see her being a good long-term partner. I even think I told her that I loved her numerous times. I was getting serious about her until I got to one of the parties late and she was letting Randy, a black ball player, feel her up on the dance floor. When they sat down on a couch, Randy had his hand up her thigh and onto her pussy. She just spread her legs for him.

She was being finger fucked when she saw me. We both knew it was over between us at that point. I later found out that she had dated Randy before me. Believe it or not, it wasn't about race but about money. Randy was big into sports and she figured that he would make it to the big league and she would be his wife.

They both lost. Randy broke a leg in mid season. His possible pro career was over. Ruth left him soon after that. She came back to see me but I told her we could fuck but a future with her was out of the question.

Barbara was another woman I enjoyed being with. In my senior year, she actually proposed to me. It was almost funny if it wasn't true. Brad, another senior, had proposed to her and she said she needed a little time before answering him. She told me that she loved me and wanted to marry me. It was my last chance because if I said no she would marry Brad.

I wished her and Brad a very happy marriage. Even though I did care for her, sharing my woman was not what I wanted. I was even in their wedding party. How strange it felt knowing I had slept with the bride a number of times. It was at this point that I figured I'd be a bachelor. I had no problem having sex or sharing women as long as they were not my girlfriends.

It bothered my mom that I wasn't married and didn't have anyone serious in my life. I tried to explain to her that even though I went out with a number of women, I was not in love with them. I could not commit to a lifetime relationship with someone I didn't love.

My career made it difficult to have sustaining relationships. The company I worked for offered me a job opportunity that I couldn't refuse. They needed a traveling financial advisor who would go throughout the United States and help start new offices and do reviews and audits on present accounts.

It paid a six-digit salary and covered all expenses. I could be gone anywhere from a few days to a month at a time. Several people applied for the position but most were married and this job would play havoc on any relationship. Since I was single and considered one of our top new financial people, I got the position.

The job let me see the world. I always traveled first class, ate at some of the finest restaurants and stayed at top ranked motels. I do have to say it was lonely at times. Frequently I met a woman in the lounge and invited her to dinner then we often ended up in bed.

For those who have seen ‘Pretty Woman' I have also picked up women at dating services. If I needed a woman on my arm at a particular dinner, I would contact a service and the woman of my choosing would be there for the night. I paid to have a woman available as my escort. If she decided to spend additional time with me it would be extra and of the woman's choosing.

Most women spent the night. There were a few incidents where she might refuse or I didn't need her services after the dinner. Either way, I always tipped her well.

I had been doing this job for a number of years now. I was past forty years old and had received a number of promotions and raises. My secretary, Rose, had been with me since the beginning. She was my right hand woman, if that makes any sense. I would transfer all my financial data to her and she in turn would set up the reports. In the beginning at dinner meetings, I would usually write down data or use some type of tape recording when necessary and Rose would type out the whole conversation.

There was starting to be more and more meetings, dinners and reports since our business was growing so fast. Rose and I both agreed that it would be an asset if I could have a secretary help cover the business meetings. Rose came with me to a number of them but asked me to find someone else who could attend and take notes. Being gone so often was wreaking havoc on her marriage.

I didn't want to lose Rose and I didn't want to mess up her marriage so I started using our secretarial pool at work. They usually didn't attend dinner or the social engagements that came up. I used a high class dating service for those affairs. The secretaries liked a chance to travel, usually overnight, and we always treated them well. After the meeting, they would take their reports and give them to Rose, who would complete the paper work.

As the business grew, I was able to use secretaries from the various new offices we opened up. I still used the dating service when needing a woman on my arm for the evening, or when attending parties.

****

In my later years after college, I had dated dozens of women, but only had strong feelings for a few of them. The first was Sharon who I met shortly after I began my new job. She was young and beautiful and was always smiling. Her personality would light a room when she entered it. Sex with Sharon was always an experience.

She wasn't afraid of trying anything. We tried many positions and some really felt awkward. The standard man on top, woman on top, doggie style and oral worked well for us. She liked anal but it made my dick hurt. Sorry anal lovers but it just wasn't for me. At one time, she told me she wanted to travel and see the world.

Sharon had one big downfall and that was money. She wanted to marry a man who was wealthy. Someone who could make all hers dreams come true. At the time, I was just starting out in the auditing department. I tried to explain to her that my position in the future would be financially secure. Apparently, her friends told her that most accountants weren't in the upper money brackets and that she would be wanting.

It was sad that she was so worried about money. I was ready to ask her if she wanted to get married when I found out she was more interested in money than she was in me. We were good together. We went out on one more goodbye date and had sex the entire night. I knew I would miss her but would be better off without her.

She did end up meeting a doctor and was married a couple of years later. I had seen her and her new husband at a New Years bash. She still looked great and had that bubbly personality. By then I was starting up the corporate ladder and some of her friends had told her I was headed into the big time.

I knew that when I danced with her that she regretted us breaking up. She even offered herself to me that night but after kissing her and feeling her up, I told her to go to her husband. I guess I was becoming a little more moral.

It was two years later that I met Laura. What can I say about her? Another beautiful woman who was very sure of what she wanted. She desired a home and family, the house in the country, a stable marriage with total trust between the husband and wife. She wanted to be a homemaker and would do anything for the right man if she loved him. Laura was a very loving and caring person. We even talked of marriage but we knew it wouldn't work between us. In my new position, I would be traveling all the time and would be lucky to be home a week or two out of a month. She wanted a husband who would be there for her on a regular basis. I knew I couldn't be that man if I wanted to get ahead in my chosen profession. It was hard leaving such a warm and passionate woman.

Then I met Mary; it was a story in itself. As I have mentioned, I travel and fly a lot. I've gotten to meet a number of airline stewardess's. A few I have asked out if I knew I would be in their city for a day or two. Over the years, I took out several.

I was flying first class, as usual and Mary and Jackie were the stewardesses on this flight. Mary just caught my eye. She seemed to be in a class of her own. She was always smiling and looked beautiful even in her uniform. I wanted to get to know more about this woman. She had the same bubbly personality I remembered Sharon having.

I asked her if she was staying overnight in Dallas where we were heading and she said she was. When I asked her if I could see her that evening she said in the nicest voice that she was sorry but she didn't date customers. It was a rule she set for herself. She didn't want to get involved right then either it seemed. Then she thanked me very much for asking, smiled and went about her duties.

I was awestruck by her. I didn't stop to think that maybe she just saw me as an older man. After finding out her age, I asked Jackie, I realized that I was twenty-three years older. Damn, where did all the years go?

She and her fellow hostess stopped and talked to me during the flight. That's when I found out about their ages. Jackie was twenty-six at the time. She was more into the dating scene where I didn't quite know about Mary, she was the one who intrigued me.

At our destination, I said goodbye to the two ladies and checked in at my motel. I cleaned up, put on some casual clothes, and went down to the restaurant for dinner. I had reservations, and good thing I did, as it was quite crowded.

I looked up and saw my two stewardesses, Mary and Jackie. They were just standing there so I figured they didn't have a reservation. I mentioned to the waiter that they were welcome to join me if they liked. Jackie came walking over with a rather hesitant Mary behind.

"Thank you for the invitation," said Jackie. "There was a one-hour wait."

"We're not imposing on you are we Mr. Brock?" asked Mary.

"Not at all. I'm all alone here tonight and it's nice to have the company of two beautiful ladies." I smiled at both of them. "Please call me Myron; it's a lot less formal."

The waiter came over and handed the girls a menu. "Ladies, dinner is on me tonight," I said.

"You don't need to do that Mr. Brock, I mean Myron. We're capable of paying for our own dinner," remarked Mary.

"Mary, I know that. I would never assume otherwise. I didn't mean to be impolite ..."

"For Pete's sake Mary, loosen up a little. He just offered us dinner and to share his table with us. Not every man wants to take advantage of us," said Jackie.

"You're right Jackie; I'm sorry I was critical of you Myron. Thank you for the kind offer," Mary replied.

Truth be known, I wouldn't mind taking advantage of these two lovely women, who wouldn't? I do have to say that Mary did something to my heart. I can't explain it because I never felt like this very often.

Both ladies told me a little about themselves and I explained to them about being in the financial industry. Jackie wanted to be a career stewardess. She loved traveling and meeting new people. Marriage and family wasn't something she gave much thought about right now. She was just looking for a good time.

Mary on the other hand was different. She wanted to travel but also wanted a family. She said she was waiting for the right man to enter her life. I guess what bothered me was she was very serious when she told me these things. I guess in a sense, I was waiting for Mrs. Right but never expected to find her either. Mary seemed to have some of the best qualities of my two old girlfriends, Sharon and Laura.

After dinner, the three of us stepped into the lounge for a few drinks. The music was loud but we were able to talk over it. Both women were really nice but I couldn't help the feelings I got from being near Mary. It did something to my insides. I honestly had to wonder if I had a problem.

They had a small dance floor and I danced a couple of slow numbers with each of them. I got goose bumps holding Mary. Jackie on the other hand pressed her body up against mine. It felt good but I wished Mary would have done it also.

It was getting late and Mary said she had to get up to their room and get some rest. The two of them were supposed to do morning exercises before catching their plane out. Jackie said she had to go also. I gave them both a kiss on the cheek and thanked them for a wonderful evening.

I headed up to my room and poured myself a drink then caught up on the latest news. I was in my skivvies when there was a knock at the door. I opened it slightly and there stood Jackie.

"Mind if I come in for a nightcap? Mary is already asleep and I can use the company."

"Give me a minute to slip on more clothes," I said.

"That's not necessary," she said as she pushed open the door and closed it behind her.

All she had on was a robe and when she opened it, she was naked underneath. It didn't take a brain surgeon to know what to do next. I turned off most of the lights and put the TV on a mellow music station. I poured us both a drink and we sat on the side of the bed. I set the drinks down and kissed her; she tasted good. We kissed a few more times before I pulled her robe off her shoulders and let it fall. I laid her back on the bed and began kissing and rubbing her tits. She moaned and groaned before telling me to keep going.

We moved up to the center of the bed and I put one hand between her thighs and worked my way up to a very moist pussy. "I've wanted this all night," she said to me as she reached out and found a very hard cock.

I rolled over on my back and we did a sixty-nine on each other. Her pussy was soaking wet. She quickly turned around and said she wanted me inside of her. I reached into the nightstand and pulled out a condom. She took it from me and opened it up then put it on my cock. She rose up and inserted my cock inside her. It was great watching her moving up and down on my hot cock.

"God your cock feels so good; I could ride it all night. Oh, so good, so fucking good. When I drink, it makes me so horny. Fuck me, fuck me, oh yeah, that's it, I'm about to come. Oh, shit! I'm coming, I'm coming."

As she came, she lowered herself and buried me all the way inside her. She would rub her pussy back and forth against my pelvic. I felt myself getting ready to come also. I held her hips down while I shot a large load into the condom. After both of our orgasms subsided she rolled off me.

I went into the bathroom to dispose of the condom and put my briefs back on. When I returned to the bedroom, she was in her robe and sipping her drink.

"Myron, thank you for helping me to reduce this tension I've had all day. I feel much better now."

"I think I'll be able to sleep pretty good myself," I said and smiled.

I couldn't help but think of the mile high club. For those readers who don't know what that is I'll explain. It's having sex while in an airplane while it is in the air. I remember asking Jackie if she was a member.

"To be honest with you, yes I am. It wasn't on a commercial flight because my job is much more important than a fuck. I did go up in a private plane with two pilots in a small aircraft. They took turns piloting and I did them both. The three of us became members of the mile high club."

She finished her drink, got up and we kissed one last time before I opened the door and watched her leave. It was a good fuck; I don't know why but I was hoping she wouldn't tell Mary. God, what was the matter with me?

I was lying on the bed after my sexual encounter with Jackie and I thought about the one time I came close to belonging to the mile-high club myself. It was a couple of years ago when I had to make a quick flight to Texas. There was one leaving at two in the morning and Rose got me a reservation but I had to ride coach. It was fine with me since I would be coming back the next day.

I boarded a plane that had a stop in Columbus and saw that most of the passengers were resting. The stopover only woke a few of them up. I sat near the rear of the plane. A couple sat next to me that I figured was married since she wore a wedding ring. I believe they were of Mexican decent.

They were both of dark complexion. She was a stunning looking woman with long black hair and dark brown eyes. By what I could see, she was wearing a somewhat short dress that was slightly above her knees. They spoke Spanish to each other but she did speak English to me when she told me their names.

As the plane left the airport, most of the cabin lights were off. Hector leaned against the window and went to sleep. Anna talked to me a little while; I loved listening to her voice. She mentioned that she and Hector had left a party before getting on the plane. That was why she was still dressed up. Hector drank too much and she thought he would probably sleep through the flight home.

She asked me if it was all right to put the armrest between us up. When she leaned against her husband to rest, it would push against her hip. I told her I had no problem with that. As she leaned toward her husband, her dress slid up even higher on her thighs. I saw her looking at me checking out her ass. She just gave me a little smile.

I put my hand on my thigh. By then Anna's butt was up against me. I couldn't help but move my hand against her naked upper thigh. She felt so soft. I figured if she complained that I would just apologize seeing she was pressed against my leg.

After about ten minutes of me rubbing her thigh, she sat up and said that she needed to use the rest room. I was worried at first that she was going to complain about my hand on her thigh. She just smiled and said she would be right back.

When she returned I got up so she could sit back in her seat. Before I sat down, she asked me if I could get a couple of small blankets out of the overhead compartments. I handed them to her and she took the first one and covered her husband. The other one she used to cover her lap and mine. She reached over, took my hand in hers, and put it between her legs. It was then I realized she had taken off her panties.

She put her finger to her lips to let me know to be quiet. I could feel her bush. In my mind, I could picture this full black bush. She put one leg on my lap and spread her legs as I pushed my fingers into her wet cunt. With her left hand, she reached into my lap and unzipped my pants. I quickly helped her by pulling my pants open so she could grab my very hard cock.

Here we were two strangers in the night masturbating each other. Me with two fingers buried into her cunt with her husband sleeping right next to her. If anyone walked by us, they could easily tell what we were doing. I wished I could fuck her but there just wasn't any way. She was jacking me off in a slow methodical way.

I could feel myself getting ready to come. She must have felt it too. With her free hand, she handed me some tissues that she must have gotten from the restroom. I put them over my cockhead as she jacked me off to completion. It felt great; I just hoped that the tissues caught most of my cum.

She continued to hold onto my cock while I kept finger fucking her. I felt her pussy tighten up and she must have had a series of small orgasms. Her pussy gripped my fingers so hard that it hurt. When she finished with her spasms, she loosened her pussy and I could feel the wetness of her orgasm on my fingers.

She released my cock, took some more tissues, and pushed them against her cunt. I pulled my very wet fingers out of her and wiped them on the blanket. I put my finger under my nose and smelled her fragrance. She looked at me, smiled and then put her fingers in her mouth and licked some of my cum off them.

I did my best to put my cock back in my pants. She leaned against her husband and went to sleep. I found myself waking up a couple of hours later with my hand back on her pussy. I quickly took it off her as she was waking up and it was almost time for the plane to land. She got up and used the restroom. When she returned I again stood up so she could sit down. As she was sitting, I could see she had her panties back on.

Hector was awake as the stewardess came through offering coffee or juice. I had already put the cum stained blanket under my seat. That was the only time I had ever had any kind of sex on a plane. I often wondered if I should ride coach more often. Anna is now a distant memory but one I will never forget.

****

I went to sleep and woke to the phone ringing. I left a message with the front desk for a wake-up call. After answering it, I headed for the shower and got dressed. As I was leaving the motel, I couldn't help but look into the exercise room. There was Mary and Jackie doing their routines already. They both looked good but I couldn't help stare at Mary. I didn't bother them as I headed out for my meeting.

For the next couple of months everything was back to normal. Rose told me that they were interviewing secretaries that would be with me when traveling. We had decided it would be better always to have the same assistant. They would get used to our routine and we wouldn't have to constantly train them.

I left it up to human resources to find an assistant but Rose and I would make the final decision since she would be working with us.

Rose knocked on my door. "Myron, can you give me a minute? I have something to show you."

"Rose, I always have time for you; what do you have there?"

"It's an application for the secretary position. I think you might want to see it."

"Isn't personnel handling that?" I asked.

"Yes they are but they sent this one up to us. The woman is waiting outside my office."

"I don't understand. Why did they send her up here instead of interviewing her along with the other applicants?"

"It's because of her references, Mr. Brock. She has named you as one of her references."

"What? She named me? Who is she?"

"Mary Harmon, Myron, she is an airline stewardess, very beautiful and according to her resume, she has the qualifications. Do you want to see her or should I send her back down to human resources?"

My God, I thought. It must be Mary, the stewardess that I met on the plane. I do remember telling her and her friend Jackie that if they ever needed a recommendation, not to hesitate to ask. I've given hundreds of cards away; this is the only time I have ever got a reply for assistance.

"Rose, please send her in and hold any calls. She is an old friend."

"... and a very pretty one at that," Rose said and laughed as she went to get Mary.

Mary entered the room and thanked me for seeing her; she was as beautiful as ever. She was dressed in business attire with a dark blue top and skirt just above her knees.

"Please sit down Mary and tell me exactly why you are here."

"Well, Myron, I mean Mr. Brock, as you know I was, and still am, a stewardess. I wanted to see the world and maybe some day find the right man and settle down. It let me travel the world all right, but all I saw was airports and motels. I hardly ever had time to enjoy the surroundings.

"I saw this position for a traveling secretary and thought it would be a great opportunity for me. I meet the qualifications and I have good people skills. I'm not married or engaged so I won't be complicating any relationship."

"Mary, why did you use my name as a reference?"

"I'm sorry but I thought you said it would be okay to use it. I felt that your name as a reference would give me an edge. I've learned that people respect others in power. If you want me to remove your name from my resume, I'll do so."

"No, I told you that it was okay to use my name and I meant it. I was just surprised to see you here at this firm. Did you know that if you got the position that you will be traveling with me? You would be my assistant on the road."

"Oh my god, no, I didn't know that. I'm sorry ..."

"No need to be sorry. I think you could be an asset to our business. I do have to say that I look at you differently then human resources or my secretary Rose might."

"I don't understand."

"It's not necessary for you to understand the workings of my mind," I replied and laughed. "I want Rose to interview you and see what she thinks, seeing you will be working closely with her. I just want to say it was very nice seeing you again."

Mary smiled and I could see the true beauty in her face. There was nothing phony about her. I just knew I wasn't going to make the final decision. This needed a business decision and I might be thinking with my emotions.

I asked Rose to come in and told her that I wanted her to personally interview Mary and explain what her duties would be if we were to hire her. Rose knew me well enough to know that I was going to abide by her decision.

Mary thanked me once again for seeing her and then the two women headed to the outer office to continue the interview.

A little while later Rose came in to talk with me. "So, Rose, what did you think of Mary?"

"She's a natural; beautiful, smart, dresses well and one of the nicest personalities I have ever come across. She picked up on everything I showed her the first time."

"So, why the look of worry on your face? Is there some negative facts I need to know?"

"You Myron. I will guarantee that if she travels with you that you will fall in love with her. I don't see how the two of you could be together and not be intimate. I would hate to see this young woman get hurt. She is so genuine. I've never before met anyone that I could say that about."

"Anything else you want to say, Rose?"

"If you take her on the trips with you, you won't need dating services for dinner engagements. Mary is as pretty as she is smart. I guess the company would save money just in escort services alone." Rose grinned as she spoke.

"What's the bottom line Rose? We hire her or not? I'll do my best to keep everything on a business level. If not I'll marry her." I laughed but deep inside I think I meant it.

"She deserves the position and the company would be lucky to have her. Just watch your step and please don't hurt her," said Rose.

"Rose, I have no intention of hurting her. Call her tomorrow and let her know she got the position. Inform human resources that we hired her and that she will be in to fill out her papers. You may want to see if she needs to give a notice to the airlines. I think she will want to do right by them if she is as ethical as you say."

I was right about her being ethical. She was appreciative that she was able to give the airline a proper notice. Her first day on the job she seemed so happy. She wanted to learn and spend a lot of time helping Rose with the ever-increasing workload.

It was two weeks before we had our first trip. It was a two-day conference on the west coast. I knew Mary was nervous but I did my best to put her at ease. We talked about her past job as a flight attendant and she told me about her family. She was an only child and her parents lived about five miles from her apartment. She saw them as often as she could.

They were very supportive and happy for her in her new position. She laughed when she said her mom told her that maybe she could find a rich man and settle down. Her mom sounded a lot like mine.

Sitting next to her on the plane was great. She was a pleasure to be with, always asking questions, wanting to do everything just right.

We'd already discussed that when we were alone she could call me Myron, but in business situations, she needed to use Mr. Brock. I explained to her that the company would pay for most of her expenses while she was traveling with me. They took care of her room, meals, and anything needed for business. Any private purchases would be her own expenses unless it was something requested by me.

She said she wasn't sure what I meant so I told her I'd explain it to her if and when the time came. It had to do with dinners or parties if we were invited to them.

We checked into our motel before going to the company offices. We had separate rooms that were on the same floor. After freshening up, we took our rental car and headed to the offices. She was very professional and took notes then made copies of all the necessary documents. At the end of the day, she asked if she could use one of the computers so she could send all the information to Rose.

She saved us a lot of time by getting the information back to Rose so quickly. I had to wonder why some of the other assistants never thought of it. It was evening and I invited Mary to dinner. We ate at the motel and talked over our days activities. It felt so nice just being there with her. I was almost sad when we retired for the night.

The next morning she rang my room and said she was going to the exercise room and wanted to know where she should meet me. I told her we would meet for a light breakfast in about an hour and a half.

Our day went very similar to the first. She was doing an excellent job. I did notice that a number of men would stop her and talk to her in the halls. It did bother me just a bit but she always came back bubbly and happy.

When I mentioned dinner, she asked if I would mind if she went into the city. She wanted to go and see the French section. I asked if she would mind if I came with her.

She smiled, "I'd love for you to come with me. I just didn't want to break up your usual routine."

We had a great time and it felt so different. I felt more as if I was on a vacation. We even had a couple of drinks before heading back to our motel. Mary asked me if I wanted to exercise with her in the morning. I decided why the hell not and we agreed to meet in the exercise room at seven. Again, I felt sad when our day was over and I headed back to my room.

From then on, I went to the exercise room with her whenever we were traveling. I usually rode the stationary bike or the treadmill. I always got more worked up watching Mary exercise than doing it myself. I know she noticed but never said anything about it. If there were other people using the equipment she would use a lot less motion. That's how I knew she was doing it for my benefit.

We'd been traveling together for about two months and it was great. I loved being with her. I just wished we could become closer and more intimate. I didn't want to make any advances toward her and ruin the relationship and trust we had going.

My parents were going to have a fiftieth wedding anniversary party. I invited a few of the top executives in the company as well as Rose and her husband. Rose asked me if I was going to invite Mary.

"Do you think I should?"

"Myron, she's your personal assistant. I think she might feel a bit offended if she wasn't asked. Besides, I think it's time your mom and dad met her."

"Okay, ask Mary to come see me, and thanks Rose."

Mary came in, "Yes, Myron, you asked to see me?"

"Mary, my parents are having an anniversary bash at the local lodge. I was wondering if you would like to attend. Rose and her husband will be there as well as a few executives. It will be next Saturday."

"I'd love to go; is it casual or dress up? Do I call you Myron or Mr. Brock? Will I be driving myself there or will I be riding with someone else?"

"Easy Mary, Rose will fill you in on the details. I'm just happy you will be attending. It's their fiftieth wedding anniversary."

Mary was excited and so was I. I knew my parents would have a ton of questions for me once they met Mary. I would get a ton more because of her age and beauty. I guess this was step one in moving forward.

Rose had decided it would probably be best if Mary rode with her and her husband Phil. She said it wouldn't be right for Mary to come alone and if I picked her up it just might draw too much attention.

The dress code for the party was very casual but Mary looked beautiful. My mom was the first to ask Rose who Mary was the minute they walked in the door. When Rose told mom that Mary was my traveling assistant, the questions began to roll out.

You have to understand that my mom is a wonderful person and would do anything in the world for most anyone. She did have a tendency to be nosy, to put it mildly. She asked Mary all the basic questions. Where did she work before? How old was she, married or single, and did she have any kids. She must have asked a dozen other questions.

Mary answered everything without a pause. I found out later that Rose told Mary about mom and that she might ask many questions. I decided it was time to save Mary. I walked over to her and mom and said, "Enough for now, Mom. Mary is my traveling assistant and I am fond of her. Now leave the poor girl alone and let her enjoy the party." Mom looked at Mary and then over at me, "Myron, I like this girl a lot. You need a woman like her." I looked over at Mary and saw the sweetest smile.

Then she met my dad. He thought Mary was a very sexy woman. That was his description. I told him that I was twenty-three years older than she was and he came out and said "Big deal, Myron, she's a keeper. I've been around for a long time Son, and believe me I know."

They started playing music and I asked Mary to dance. Having her in my arms was great. I loved the scent of her perfume. She told me it was White Diamonds. She danced with dad while I took a turn with my mom. My sister and brother both asked me if she was my girlfriend. I told them she was my assistant. My sister said, "That wasn't the question Myron. We can tell she cares for you and we are wondering if you feel the same."

"To be honest, I like her a lot. It's just that she is so much younger," I replied.

"Forget about the age," said May, my sister. "Go with your heart Myron. If you think she's about money, there is always a pre nuptial agreement. Just remember, you're not getting any younger."

After the party, Mary thanked my mom and dad for the invitation. They in turn said that they hoped to see her a lot more often. I think they meant that statement for me. I thanked Mary for coming and then told her I would see her on Monday. I waved goodbye to Rose and Phil as they all left.

Before I went home my dad looked at me and said, "She's a keeper Son; don't think too long about her."

****

It was about two months and five trips later when I knew I would be attending a dinner engagement besides the meeting. On our flight over, I mentioned to Mary that I had something to discuss with her.

"Mary, I have a dinner engagement to go to after the meeting today. I will be honest with you here. I usually call an escort service to find a woman to have dinner with and take to the party. I was wondering if you might want to attend this dinner with me instead. Don't feel you have to go if you're uncomfortable with it."

"I think I need a little more explanation of what's expected of me."

"Most of these businessmen bring their mistresses or someone from the escort service. A few take their wives. Instead of being my assistant, you will be my date. You know, you'll kind of have to act like you're happy to be with me and care for me a little."

"Myron, I do care for you and I wouldn't have to act. You mean a lot to me. I feel safe with you and trust you. If you want me on your arm, I would be happy to be your date for tonight. I should tell you that I didn't bring any type of formal or dating clothes, though."

"That's fine. There are stores near where we are staying and I'll buy you whatever you need. Anytime you are my date, I'll take care of the expenses."

I had Mary leave the meeting early and she went back to shop for a dress. I did tell her that I preferred sexy, not slutty. She laughed and said she had no intention of dressing like a slut.

That evening I put on my suit and called her room to see if she was ready. She said she was but she felt like she needed a necklace or something. When she opened her door, she looked absolutely gorgeous. She had on a blue dress that had a vee shape showing a portion of her breasts. The dress ended about three inches above her knees. Her hair was down around her shoulders and her perfume smelled intoxicating.

She smiled and asked if I approved of her outfit. She wasn't sure about how much to spend. She also explained about having a necklace that would set off her attire. After complimenting her in a tone that told her I meant every word, we left for our dinner party. We stopped at the jewelry store that was connected to our hotel. I explained to her that we rented items for the night from them when the need arose and she could pick out anything of her liking. The manager showed her a number of items but she walked past all the extremely expensive necklaces. Then she stopped and looked at a very simple but nice heart shaped pendent on a white gold chain.

She looked over at me and said, "Myron, this would be perfect. I know all the other items are more expensive and elegant but this one is me, it's more of who I am."

The manager said that he didn't usually lease out jewelry in that price range. I asked him how much it was and he said fifteen hundred dollars. I told him we would just buy it then. I looked over at Mary and her eyes lit up. I put the delicate chain around her neck and the heart pendent set perfect in the vee above her breasts.

She gave me a very gentle kiss on the cheek and said thank you. I stared at her since she caught me by surprise.

"You are my date after all, aren't you?" She had that big beautiful smile on her face when she spoke.

At the dinner gathering of other business leaders Mary was at ease. She told me later that she didn't need to act one way or another. She knew who she was and was happy with that. A couple of the men asked me what escort service I used to find Mary.

She overheard them and said, "I'm sorry but I don't work for an escort service. Myron is my boss and also a very dear friend." Mary wasn't one to lie. She told me it was always much easier to remember the truth.

The men were surprised knowing that I never dated employees. I told them that in Mary's case I made an exception. Mary squeezed my hand. I knew she was happy to be with me.

We danced and I held her close. She smelled so good. I know we might have had a little too much to drink because I was holding her more like a lover than an employee. She didn't seem to mind. Some of the other men asked her if she wanted to dance and she nicely refused saying she was with me.

There was a lot of groping going on at the table. Mary didn't think too much of the way the other men acted. She mentioned to me that they should respect their dates a little more. They could do all the groping of their dates in private but to lord over them at the table was just trying to prove they had power. She didn't think too much of the dates for letting these men taking the liberties the way they did, either.

One man was quite inebriated and put his hand on Mary's thigh. Mary quickly took it off and told him she wasn't his toy. I became angry and told him the next time he touched Mary that I'd knock him on his ass.

"She's my woman and you keep you hands off her." Mary looked so happy that I had stood up for her.

"I'm sorry Myron. I didn't know she was your woman. You've never brought a real date to our dinners before. We've always used an escort service."

"I suggest you apologize to Mary. It is her you insulted."

"I'm sorry Mary, I really am. What I did was out of place. I didn't know that Myron was in love," said Henry.

It caught both Mary and I by surprise. I did love her but I didn't think it showed that much, but apparently it did. Mary accepted his apology and we left and went back to our hotel. I walked her to her room and we just stared at each other for a minute. Neither of us brought up what that drunkard Henry had said.

I thanked Mary for a wonderful time and gave her a short kiss hoping she would invite me in. She smiled and told me she had a great time also and loved being with me. She opened her door and said she would see me later. After she shut the door, I stood there wondering what was going to happen. I'd crossed the employer, employee rules that I had set.

I went back to my room and ordered room service. I asked for a bottle of Crown Royal and an entire strawberry pie with whipped cream. I decided to get drunk and eat the whole damn thing. I slipped off my suit and had a robe and my briefs on when there was a knock at the door. I figured it was room service.

I opened it and there stood Mary. She had her complimentary robe on also. "Myron, we need to discuss what went on tonight. May I come in?"

"Of course, please come in. I was thinking the same thing." As she walked in the bellman came up with the Crown Royal and pie. I took the pie and handed it to Mary and set the Crown Royal on the end table, tipped the bellman and closed the door. Mary looked under the cover at the strawberry pie loaded with whipped cream.

"What's going on Myron? Are you expecting company?"

"No, I was going to eat and drink away my thoughts," I replied.

"Am I the thought's you wanted to drink away?" she said as she set the pie on the nightstand.

"Yes, I crossed the line with you and don't know how to deal with it. I've never been with another employee who works for me. I don't know if I can continually work with you without ..."

"Myron, I'm in love with you. That is why I'm here right now. I want you to make love to me. Let's worry about where we will go from here tomorrow. Like they say in that song, ‘Lord tonight I need a friend' and that friend is you."

She dropped her robe leaving her in just sexy under garments. The light blue lace bra and panties matched the dress she had worn.

"I thought you would like to see the rest of the clothes you paid for today," Mary whispered.

I took her in my arms and kissed her. She was so sweet, warm and soft. We dimmed the lights and lay on the bed. I removed her bra and began kissing her breasts. I told her I didn't need the booze now but I thought we might have use for the pie.

I reached over for some strawberries and whipped cream then put it on her breasts. She took my hand and sucked the remainder off my fingers.

I sucked and licked her nipples till they were hard. She had one beautiful body; it was hard from her working out and exercising but yet soft to the touch and very smooth. I felt her reacting to my licking of her breasts. She reached over for some strawberries and whipped cream then drew a line from her breasts to just below her navel.

I took my time and slowly lapped it up. I kissed just below her navel as I slipped my fingers into the hem of her panties and slowly pulled them off. She lifted and I saw her pubic mound of soft gold hair. I pressed my face hard against it.

She was moaning as I lowered my face to her pussy. She spread her legs to give me more access. I pushed my tongue into her pussy and tasted her sweet nectar. I felt her having small spasms as I used my tongue on her. I couldn't remember the last time I wanted any woman so badly. I needed to be inside her right then.

I slipped off my briefs and started to rub my hardened cock against her pussy lips. "Mary, are you sure about this?"

"Please Myron, just make love to me."

She took my cock and guided it into her very wet pussy. We must have made love for an hour or more. I lost all track of time being with her. I know she had a number of orgasms. I remember coming and Mary yelling out in pleasure. After falling asleep I woke up and felt Mary cuddled up to me. I smiled, closed my eyes and went back to sleep.

When I awoke in the morning, Mary wasn't there. At first, I thought it was a dream until I saw the remains of the pie on the end table. I knew we both had a lot to drink and wondered if we'd done something we would regret.

I rang her room and she answered the phone. I didn't know what to say; should I bring up last night or let her mention it. "Mary, we'll be leaving to catch our flight in an hour. Do you want to have some breakfast before heading back?"

"No, I just got back from exercising and had a bagel and coffee brought up. I didn't want to disturb you . I'll just meet you in the lobby in an hour, if it's okay with you?"

I told her it was fine and went to take a shower. We met downstairs and I drove us to the airport. Mary acted very nice to me but never mentioned our lovemaking. I asked her what she thought of the party and she said that she had a nice time but thought the men were showboating with their dates. She told me she was glad that I treated her as a lady.

After we boarded the plane, I asked her if she wanted to discuss the night before.

"Myron, I would prefer we not talk about it right now. We both drank too much and maybe we need to let it rest before discussing it. I will say that I respect you and you are a wonderful lover. Now, I have to think of where we go from here. At least for today I think we should keep it business as usual."

I wanted to tell her that I loved her and hoped to be with her. Maybe she was right, give it some time and see what developed. I had meetings the rest of the day after getting back to the office. Mary had some business to go over with Rose so we didn't see each other for the rest of the day.

I had a rough night thinking about Mary. I knew I loved her and couldn't go on pretending that nothing happened. I went in to work late wondering what Mary and I would say or do. I don't know what made me do it but I stopped at a jewelry store on the way to work and bought an engagement ring. I wanted to be prepared when and if the time came.

When I arrived at work, I glanced at Mary and Rose. I said good morning and didn't wait for a reply as I went into my office. It wasn't five minutes before there was a knock on my door. It was Rose.

"Mr. Brock, may I have a word with you?" I knew there was a problem because Rose called me Mr. Brock and she looked very concerned. She'd spent the day before with Mary and I had to wonder if Mary said something to her.

"What is it Rose. There must be a problem if you called me Mr. Brock."

"You did it didn't you? You had sex with Mary. I knew this was going to happen. What if she wants to quit? She's the nicest and best helper I've ever had."

"She told you? I have to admit that it surprised me that she would tell you."

"No, she didn't say a word. I could see it in her demeanor. She really cares for you; I knew this would happen, I even told you so. Why Myron? Why did you have to go and do Mary?"

Rose and I have worked together for years. I have to say that she has been my right hand. She knew that my door was always open to her. She was a dear friend as much as an associate. I had used her advice more than once when it came to business dealings and women.

"Before I say anything I brought you a gift." I gave Rose the bottle of Crown Royal that I never opened.

"What is this for? I don't understand. You don't usually give me gifts when you come back from business."

"Please ask Mary to come in. I think you'll understand better when you hear what I have to say to Mary."

Rose went out and asked Mary to come in. I had them close the door and asked them to sit down. Mary looked very nervous and Rose perplexed.

Mary noticed that I had given Rose the Crown Royal. I knew she had questions.

"Let me begin by saying I made a big mistake the other night." Mary looked down at her lap not facing me.

"Mary, as you know I bought the Crown Royal to drown my thoughts. The mistake I made was not making love to you but, was not telling you how much I love you." Mary looked up at me.

"I can't go on with business as usual. I want you to keep working here but I want you to do it as my wife. I know you might want some time to think about —"

Mary interrupted me. "You want to marry me? Myron, when I told you I loved you the other night I meant it. I came to your room because I was tired of this cat and mouse game we were playing and wanted to be with you."

Rose was smiling as I stood up and walked over to Mary and knelt before her. I pulled out the ring and asked Mary to be my wife. She and Rose both started crying.

"On one condition," said Mary. "You aren't going to go to any of those parties unless I'm by your side."

I slipped the ring on her finger and we kissed with Rose as our witness. Rose said she and Phil would enjoy the Crown Royal. We were married two months later.

****

My parents were so happy for us. My sister asked if we were getting a pre-nuptial agreement. I told her only because Mary requested it. We realized there was a big difference between our ages but it didn't bother Mary one bit. She had no intention of us ever separating so the agreement didn't mean anything.

For our honeymoon, we flew to Hawaii. We went directly to the airport from our wedding reception. Our seats were in first class on the late night flight. When we boarded the plane, we discovered that her old friend Jackie was our flight attendant.

Mary said she hadn't seen her since she left the airline. They talked a few minutes while I settled in for our long flight. Since it was such a late flight, we were the only ones in first class.

After talking with Jackie, Mary came and sat down with me. I know we were both a bit tired from our long day. First the wedding and then the reception, the trip to the airport and now our long flight to Hawaii all began to take their toll on us.

We had changed clothes to be comfortable on the flight. We both were in shorts and loose fitting shirts. We talked about how we would never keep secrets from each other. We were going to make this marriage work.

Shortly after take off Jackie came and said she was going to close our curtain and give us some privacy. I watched her smile as she shut it. I felt a bit funny since I had had sex with Jackie the one time shortly after meeting her and Mary.

"Myron, do you belong to the mile high club? I know that you asked Jackie if she was the time she came to your room."

"I'm sorry, I never told you about Jackie. I don't want us to start off our marriage with secrets."

"Honey, it's okay. It was before we were a couple. When she told me the morning after she was with you I have to admit I was a bit jealous. I found you rather attractive myself."

"Did you think about coming to my room that night?" I asked.

"No, I was never that kind of girl. I also don't believe your sexual encounters in your past is of importance. I honestly don't want to hear about your escapades. You're my husband and will be till death us do part. I take our vows very seriously."

"I don't belong to the mile high club but often wondered about it. I do want to tell you that Jackie is a nice person but I wished it was you that came to my room that night."

"Are you ready to join the mile high club together? Jackie did say she would leave us alone unless we rang for her."

Mary undid my shorts and pulled out my cock. She leaned down and sucked the head lightly. Damn, it felt good. She stood up and dropped her shorts and panties. "I don't know if you're going to like this part but Jackie did ask if you could wear a condom. She would hate to have to try and explain the mess to the cleaning crew and has no intention of cleaning up after us," Mary said and grinned.

"Honey, I haven't carried condoms since we've been together."

Mary laughed and held up a package of three condoms. "Compliments of Jackie. She said to throw the used ones in the barf bag and she'll dispose of them later."

Mary took one, opened it and slid it over my hardened cock. I sat between the two seats and gave her plenty of room to get her legs on both sides of me. She straddled and slowly lowered herself down. It was awesome watching my cock go into her. Her facial expression said it all as she was moving up and down my cock.

I told her I wouldn't be able to last long the first time. She told me it was okay because we had a long trip ahead of us.

"This is our first time making love as a married couple. Does this make our marriage consummated?" Mary asked with a grin.

"This will be the first of many times. I love you Mary. I love you with all my heart."

I felt myself coming. Even though I had on a condom, Mary could feel it too. She lowered herself and just kept rubbing back and forth. I buried myself deep within her as I felt her spasms. Her pussy was squeezing my cock and draining it of all its juices.

She got off me slowly and sat next to me. She reached into her handbag and pulled out a hand towel to wipe herself off with then I took it from her and told her to let me do it.

I began to wipe her pussy juices and I knew I wasn't done yet. She pulled off my used condom, dropped it into the barf bag, and opened another. I was already getting hard from wiping her off. I asked her to sit on the towel as I begin finger fucking her. After she was wet again, we had an instant replay but it lasted much longer.

After cleaning up the second time we got a blanket and put it over our laps and with my new wife laying against me, we got a well-needed rest. We must have slept through most of the flight. It was early morning, but still dark out, when Jackie opened the curtain a little bit and called to us.

"Mary, Myron, we will be landing in about an hour. I just thought you should know, in case you wanted one more mile high ride."

Mary thanked her and told her we would be ready in about half an hour. Smiling at me, Mary said, "We can't waste that last condom. It was a wedding present from Jackie."

I laughed and got up and removed my shorts which were half off already. I told Mary I wanted to eat her out. She turned sideways and leaned against the window. I got down on the floor in the aisle and began kissing and making oral love to her pussy. After about ten minutes, she told me we were running low on time and I'd better put the last condom on and fuck her.

I did just that. Because of the height of the seats, Mary got on her knees and I was able to stand up and take her from behind. In no time, I was fucking her with long strokes. She told me it felt good and began pushing her ass back against me. I felt her climaxing and it was just a matter of minutes before I filled another condom.

We quickly cleaned up and got dressed. We rang for the attendant and when Jackie came back, we asked her for coffee and if she would throw a small bag of garbage away for us.

That was the start of our married life. Our life was better than I would have ever imagined. After returning home, Mary still worked with Rose and was my traveling assistant, companion, lover and wife. I never enjoyed traveling more. We made mini vacations of our business trips. Just as Mary always wanted, she was able to see the world and have a husband and family.

After our first child was born, Myron Jr., Mary did most of her work from home and faxed it to Rose. When we had a trip to make, Mary's mother watch Junior and a year later she also began watching our daughter Rosalie. We named her after Rose, my long time friend and secretary. We called him Junior, so we didn't get our names mixed up.

We did everything we could as a family. As the kids were beginning school, we attended all their functions and did our best to be great parents. My parents loved Mary and treated her like a daughter.

Mary's parents loved me as well. We always treated each other with respect and didn't lie to one another. We communicated our feelings to each other. Neither of us wanted to fall into the pitfalls that many marriages do.

We did have our little arguments but we never took our problems to bed. As the years went by, we didn't make love as often but we were always there for each other.

I remember when my mother died that Mary was there like a loving daughter to my dad and a shoulder to cry on for me. A year later, my dad passed away. They said it was a heart attack but I believe it was a broken heart from the loss of my mother.

When Mary had her appendix taken out, I took off the time to be with her. Even though the doctors said it wasn't a life threatening operation, I was scared to death. She told me I was over-reacting but I told her that I couldn't and wouldn't want to live without her.

Everyone that knew us called us the perfect couple. We even enjoyed sitting in the front yard on the green grass just enjoying life. People said we were a Norman Rockwell family. Just being together brought us happiness and we truly enjoyed being together.

About the time the kids were in high school, the corporation promoted me to president of finance. We moved to New York, which was quite a change from our small town in Ohio. Our parents were still living at the time and we told them we would visit them as much as possible. It was a quite a change for the family but we all adapted.

Rose retired and we threw her a big party. I guess she was like an older sister to me and I would truly miss her and her husband Phil. I would have a new secretary at the new office. Mary decided to quit working. We weren't in need of the money and she thought she would be a homemaker and find some hobbies.

I wouldn't be traveling nearly as much as I had in the past but Mary said whenever I did she wanted to go along. I had no problem with that. I guess she remembered that first dinner party we attended. Whenever I think about it, I have to laugh.

The same year our daughter Rosey graduated from high school, I received another promotion. I became the Chief Financial Officer of our corporation. I was able to get Junior into the firm while he was in college. When he graduated, he was already moving up the ladder. It was a great boost to his future.

Rosey went to college for a couple of years and took some secretarial courses. She eventually married one of our younger associates and chose to be a stay at home mom. Mary and I were lucky to have two wonderful good looking and bright kids.

Mary was in her late forties now and was constantly having mood swings. She went to the doctor and he said she was going through the change of life. I did my best to understand her grouchiness. We didn't have sex quite as often due to my age and her mood swings. Don't get me wrong here. We still made love once a month or so but that was a cut back from our twenty-five years of marriage.

I got a call at the office; it was Mary and she was crying. Her mother had passed away. She had cancer but we thought it was in remission. Mary spent as much time as she could with her.

Mary's dad had the onset of Alzheimer's and Mary's mom always took care of him. We knew now was the time to find a good nursing home for him to move in to that dealt with Alzheimer's patients. There was no way Mary would be able to care of her father. At least she could see him regularly.

After her mother's funeral, we moved her dad to New York so Mary could visit him regularly. I felt so sorry for Mary and tried to be there for her. She was dealing with this stress and she was already having her own medical problems. Some days she just wasn't herself. Luckily, she had a good friend Rita whom she could talk with. Rita's husband Roger was my lawyer and best friend also.

Rita did pass on to me some of Mary's worries so I could help her deal with them. She knew she was getting older and that cancer ran in her family. I constantly told Mary that I loved her and aging was just a part of life. I told her look at me, I'm twenty plus years older than her and I'm still here. I just hoped I got through to her.

Mary was involved with all sorts of causes. She loved the arts and opera was her favorite. I could go to most any event she wanted but opera was one I didn't care for. Her friend Rita was nice enough to attend the opera with her whenever she could. I was home one Wednesday evening and Mary was at one of the art exhibits. The phone rang and it was her friend Rita. "Myron, is Mary home?" she asked.

"No, she is at the art exhibit. She should be home in a couple of hours."

"Would you tell her that Roger's Dad had a stroke and we're going to Indiana to be with him. I won't be able to go to the Opera with her and Damon on Friday. We should be home on Monday."

"No problem Rita, I'll pass the message along. You take care and we'll pray for Roger's dad."

"Thanks Myron, The doctors said he will be okay but Roger thought we should go be with his mom for a few days."

"As I always say, family comes first. You take care, Rita. We'll talk with you on Monday. If you need anything please call us."

After hanging up I thought about the opera. Mary never mentioned Damon going with them before. His dad was the owner of one of the art galleries. He recently had moved back to town and pretty much lived off his dad. I never much liked the guy.

He was married and I think Mary said he was in his late twenties. He had two kids and thought he was God's gift to women. He hoped to take over his dad's business when his father retired. I remember Mary saying he tried to hit on her when he first returned to the area. She quickly rebuffed him by telling the young snot he was a married man and should act like it.

I was waiting for Mary to come home and fell asleep on the couch. She came in and woke me up with a kiss. We headed upstairs to make love. She said she was horny tonight and couldn't wait to get home.

She was on me in no time. She was giving me oral sex and it felt great. As soon as I was hard, she got on top of me and rode me. Slow and methodical, she pressed her pelvis against mine. She had her eyes closed and a smile on her face as she kept rubbing against me.

I was tweaking her nipples making them hard then gently massaged her breasts. She opened her eyes and smiled at me and then started raising her body and would come back down again. I could see my glistening cock disappearing inside of her. This was one advantage of being old. I could last and enjoy the lovemaking a lot longer. Mary started to speed-up. I knew she wasn't far from coming and I wanted to come at the same time. She pressed down hard and I felt my juices give way and shoot into my sweet Mary.

She squeezed my cock with her pussy lips and drained me empty. As her orgasm subsided, she rolled off me, leaned over and gave me a big kiss. She got up and went into the bathroom to clean up. By the time she returned, I was fast asleep.

****

The next morning I let her sleep in as I got up to go to the office. She looked so beautiful lying there. I thought about how lucky I was to have been married to such a beautiful, wonderful woman for all these years.

I went to the office. I only had a few months left before I would be retiring. Mary and I thought we would do a lot of traveling then. We had some of our best times when we traveled together.

The next day Mary was moody. She has been this way on and off since the death of her mother. It wasn't like her to be this way. She was going through a change of life and was on some kind of medication. She was also having hot and cold spells. I didn't know what I could do for her except to be there for her.

Lately she had even yelled at me for minor things, which she'd never done. She almost always apologized afterwards. I didn't like seeing her like that but I loved her too much to yell back at her. I guess I was too old to argue with her.

When I got home on Friday, she had her overnight bag packed. She told me she was going with Rita to the opera. It was then that I remembered I forgot to tell her that Rita had called.

"Have you talked to Rita lately?" I asked just in case she did it would get me off the hook.

"Yes, just a few minutes ago. We are meeting at her house and I'm driving to the city. I should be back around noon tomorrow. We're spending the night at the Hilton. You know how I hate driving at night."

Something wasn't right. For one thing, she never looked at me as she spoke. That alone told me she was holding back. You learn a lot about a person when you have been married as long as we have. She never mentioned Damon and most of all she never kissed me goodbye when she left. Something was terribly wrong.

Shortly after she left, I called Rita's and got the answering machine. Even though they only lived a mile from us, there was no way Mary could have been there yet. I was so confused; I always completely trusted Mary and now I had doubts. I tried to think back if there were other situations where she acted this way.

This wasn't the Mary I'd been married to all these years. I called the Hilton to verify she was staying there.

"Yes Mr. Brock, your room is reserved for two adults, for one night. We have room 2160 reserved for you."

I then asked what the room number for a Damon Patrellie would be.

"I'm sorry sir. There is no reservation for a Mr. Patrellie. Would you like to make one?"

"No, that's fine, thank you," I replied to the reservation clerk.

I was becoming very nervous. My mind conjured up all sorts of horrible situations. I tried to think back over our life together. Was I wearing blinders? No, we had a trusting, good and happy marriage. We enjoyed doing everything together.

I couldn't remember her ever lying to me like this. Sure, we had those little white lies that I could always read in her face and I'm almost sure she knew it. Things like spending too much money on an item or covering up that she gave the kids money to buy stuff.

I sat there trying to read a book but wasn't having much luck. My mind kept wandering. I knew I had to do something so I checked our phone logs and computer e-mails but there was nothing out of the ordinary. I wanted to just let it go and talk to her tomorrow but I was becoming a mess.

I called her cell phone just to talk to her but it wasn't on. She rarely ever had it off when she was away. We always communicated with each other. Maybe she turned it off when she went to the opera, I decided. Then I knew what I had to do. I needed to go to the hotel and see her myself. She might get mad at me but she would just have to be mad. I just couldn't wait till tomorrow. Maybe she had a problem or was in some sort of trouble.

I don't know why I did it but I got my hand gun out of our nightstand and put it in my pocket before I headed for the big city. It would take me a good hour and a half to get there, but sometimes you have to do what you have to do.

By the time I had gotten there, the opera was over and I hoped Mary would be in her room. I went to the front desk and told them I was Myron Brock but I'd left my key card in the room. I told them I was in room 2160. The desk clerk looked at my identification and quickly made me up a duplicate key card. I thanked him and headed up to the room.

I honestly didn't know what to expect. I was hoping that it would be Mary alone and surprised to see me, but I was wrong.

I opened the door into the suite. The living area was dark and there were sounds coming from the dim lighted bedroom. My heart dropped when I heard Mary's voice. I knew I was too late to stop anything when I heard Mary say, "Just finish fucking me and get it over with."

I sat on the couch trying to regain my thoughts and figure out what I was going to do next. I could hear the scumbag talking. "You have a nice sweet pussy for an older woman. I've wanted a piece of you ever since I got back to town."

"It's the first and last time it's ever going to happen," I heard Mary say. "I can't believe I did such a foolish thing. God, what made me do this?"

"Christ, Mary, you can't tell me that you never cheated on the old bastard," I heard him say while he was still fucking her.

"I've never cheated on him and totally regret falling for your advances. Quit calling him an old man; he's twice the man and lover that you'll ever be."

"Bullshit, you wanted a young cock and I'm giving it to you now. Hold on babe, I'm about to shoot a load in you."

"Oh my god, you didn't wear a condom. What have I done?" I heard Mary sobbing.

"Get over it Mary. There's plenty more cock where that came from. I'll be expecting to fuck you on a regular basis."

"No, no! Never again. This was the biggest mistake of my life and you will never have me again. I would prefer to die than have Myron ever find out. He's too good of a man to have a cheating wife like me. It will never happen again."

"For god's sake woman, it was just a fuck. Get over it."

"No, it was much more than that. I cheated on the most wonderful man in the world and now I have to go through life living with that guilt. We are husband and wife, lovers as well as soul mates and I broke that bond for sex with a snot nosed bastard."

"Look, Mary. I either fuck you regularly or I'll go tell him myself."

I had heard enough. I walked into the bedroom and Mary looked up at me.

"Myron, oh my god," she cried out as she quickly pulled up the sheet to cover her breasts.

Damon had just gotten off her and looked at me. "Hey old man, it was nothing. It was just a fuck, hell she didn't even come."

I pulled out the gun and aimed it at Damon.

"Take it easy man; she means nothing to me," said a very scared Damon.

"She means everything to me," I said as I fired one shot into his leg.

He screamed out, "You shot me, you stupid bastard."

I looked over at Mary who was crying.

"I'm so sorry Myron. I don't know why I did it but I can't live with myself knowing I did this to you."

She let the sheet drop and pushed out her chest. "Please Honey, just make sure I won't be in pain. I'm so sorry and I love you so much. I'll be waiting for you."

I knew what she was asking me to do. She wanted me to kill her, to take away her pain of infidelity. I know most people would never understand but we were soul mates and I knew what she meant. I raised the gun and fired two shots into her heart. I know I had tears streaming down my face as I pulled the trigger.

"You killed her, you fucking killed her you crazy bastard," said Damon.

I raised the gun again at Damon.

"No, No! Don't kill me! I have a wife and kids. I made a mistake, it will never happen again."

"You're right, it will never happen again. You should have thought of your wife before fucking mine," I said as I pulled the trigger two more times into his mid-section.

He was alive. I wanted him to suffer for his actions.

I knew I did what Mary wanted. I also knew that I couldn't live without her. We would soon be together. I went to Mary, lifted her head, and put it gently on my lap. I took the pistol and put it in my mouth.

Click, click, click! I had no bullets left. It was then that I remembered shooting a groundhog in our backyard two weeks before. I never reloaded the pistol. What was I going to do? My sweet Mary was dead and I was supposed to join her.

I don't know how long it was but police had entered the room. I could hear Damon screaming out that I had killed my wife and shot him. The police told me to put down the gun and to lie on the floor. I guess I didn't do it fast enough as one officer threw me to the floor and handcuffed me.

I didn't say a word as I was taken to the police station. Later I found out they took Mary to the morgue and Damon to the hospital. He had to undergo surgery. They weren't sure if he would make it.

I had one call and contacted Myron Jr. I told him that I had killed his mother. I don't remember all that was said after that but I did tell him to contact Roger, who was our lawyer, and tell him what happened and to get in touch with me.

Roger contacted me on Monday and said he couldn't believe what happened. He said he would do his best to represent me and maybe we could use some type of insanity plea.

"No Rog, I wasn't insane. Please let me explain the truth to you. I did it because I loved her too much. She asked me to kill her. She didn't want to go through life with the guilt of knowing she cheated on me. Honest! I loved her and still do. I could have forgiven her, but she couldn't forgive herself. I was supposed to die too but I ran out of bullets. I want to die Rog, I want to die and be with Mary. Please don't use an insanity defense."

"Myron, you're asking me to let you die. You're my best friend; I don't know if I can do that."

"If you can't, then get me a lawyer who will. I need a plea of first-degree murder if I'm to get the chair. I don't want any other plea or plea bargains. If you truly are my friend, you will do this for me. I don't want to spend the rest of my time on earth in a mental institution or a prison. I want to be with Mary."

For the next couple of months the newspapers had a heyday with this story. CFO of large company kills wife in a rage of passion. Young wife of CFO finds young lover and husband kills both. Plus many, many more of the wrong stories. No one printed the truth. I never told them the truth that Mary asked me to shoot her.

Where you just read the part that said husband kills both is true. Damon died after three weeks of agony. I wish it could have been longer.

Myron Jr. came to see me a number of times. I told him the real story about the death of his mother. No one, not even my son could believe that Mary cheated on me. Anyone that knew her knew she was the nicest, kindest woman on Gods green earth.

"It must have been the meds or something dad, it wasn't in mom's character to act that way."

"I know son, I agree with you. I'm pleading guilty to first degree murder so I can be with your mother. I just wanted to tell you the truth. Please do your best to explain it to your sister. I want our family to know that I will always love Mary.

"Junior, I want you to contact the wife of Damon Patrellie and do the best we can to see that her family is taken care of. Her husband was a sleazebag but her family shouldn't need to suffer financially."

"I thought you would feel that way and I have already been in contact with her. Since you're still an employee of the company, they have offered her five million dollars not to file any personal lawsuits. I'm supposed to go see her in a few days."

"Tell her that we will put money aside for her children's education and give each five hundred thousand when they turn twenty-one. Tell her it's our families way of saying I'm sorry for her marrying a sleazebag. You might want to say it in a nicer way.

It was two weeks later when Junior got back to see me. He told me that Mrs. Patrellie was really grateful. She said that it wasn't the first time she had heard of her husbands cheating. She did mention that if he would have lived that she was going to divorce him when they released him from the hospital. Junior told me she had two daughters, ages two and four, and that their father hardly ever paid any attention to them.

"Mrs. Patrellie is going to move back to New Jersey where her family is and the money will make it a lot easier for her and her daughters." Junior said she wished me the best and hopes that God forgives me. She said she couldn't fathom what I must have went through.

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Now it's been over four months and I'm still dealing with the courts. I had a hearing and I told the judge that I did not want a jury trial. I just wanted it to be over. When Roger told the judge that I wanted to plead guilty to murder in the first degree and wanted no leniency, the judge ordered me to see a psychiatrist. He wanted to make sure that I was of sound mind when committing these acts.

Roger told me that I shouldn't tell the doctor the truth. He doubted that the doctor would believe that Mary asked me to kill her and might rule for an insanity plea.

I talked to the doctor and told him that I found out that my wife was cheating on me. I got my pistol and went to where I knew she was with her boyfriend. I got the key from the front desk and went in then shot them both. I told him I was of sound mind and did it because of what she did to me. I just made up the stories that the newspapers had said I did.

The doctor reported to the judge that I was of sound mind when committing these acts and that it was premeditated. The judge said he would rule on the case in another month.

When we went back to court, my daughter and son as well as Rita were in the courtroom. The judge asked me to stand.

"Mr. Brock, I find you guilty of two counts of murder in the first degree. You will be put to death in the electric chair one month from today. May God have pity on your soul."

My daughter and son as well as Rita all cried. My friend Roger gave me a hug. I had tears running down my cheeks but they were tears of joy. It would finally be over and I would be with Mary.

Roger gave me a note from Rita. It said that she had no idea why Mary went with Damon. She told me she honestly believes that Mary was always faithful to me before that dreadful night. She also mentioned that Roger told her how Mary asked me to take her life and believed it to be true knowing Mary would have a hard time dealing with the guilt of cheating on me..

Now it was just a matter of time before I would see Mary again. Two different political groups interfered and had my stay of execution delayed. I got them lifted but it still put off my sentence by two months. The day finally came and they asked me what I wanted for my last meal.

I thought about Mary and ordered a strawberry pie with whipped cream. I thought about my first night with her and smiled while I ate.

Then I awake and look around me at the four grey walls that surround me And I realized that I was only dreaming. For there's a guard and there's that sad old padre Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak. And again, I'll touch the green, green grass of home.

I got one last chance to see my daughter and she told me she loved me. She couldn't understand why I killed her mother. How could I do such a thing to the woman I loved?

"Rosey," I said. "I loved your mother with all my heart and all my soul. I could have forgiven her but she was not able to forgive herself. Please don't hate me. I did what your mother asked of me and now I'm going to go and be with her."

Rosey cried and said she could never hate me. "I love you dad and please tell mom I love her too." I think she finally understood.

Many people will not be able to understand or comprehend my feelings. I will be at peace with the world. I know I was smiling while I walked arm in arm with the preacher. I knew that I would once again be seeing my sweet Mary. We would be together again for all eternity.

I asked in the beginning if you could love someone to much. I guess it's a question that everyone has to ask themselves.

"My sweet sweet Mary, I'm coming to you now. I can see you sitting in a lawn chair waiting for me on the green green grass of home. I love you my darling."

Thank you for reading my story. A big ‘Thank You' to Mistress Lynn for her editing of this story. Your comments and feedback are welcome and appreciated. DG Hear