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Mansion In The Wood
by Curious2c (drett60@yahoo.com)

***

A man loses his wife in a tragic way. He drifts for a 
time and then one night while entertaining clients, he 
finds something he'd forgotten a long time ago. (MF, 
voy, reluc, inc, oral, rom)

***

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 health, died 
suddenly. In his will he left her a few hundred 
thousand dollars and some items that he knew that 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 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 comes 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 home 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 home 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 on. 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 
groundskeeper 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 that 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 
bring 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 anymore 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 to 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, who 
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 that sooner than later.

I was relatively young yet, 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 knew what I had at 
home was far better and far more worth 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 both were 
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 that 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 tired 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 that 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 not a 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.

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 
over heated 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 up 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 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 what 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."

"Who? 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 was a war 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 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 lightening 
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 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 at 
all. 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'll 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 that 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. 

And, 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 cannot 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.

"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 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 in that way, but I remember 
rubbing myself in bed later thinking about that."

Now I was blushing. Cheyenne seemed to be above 
blushing or she was just being so straight forward that 
it never occurred to her that 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. 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 also '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 out 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 to do that 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 taken 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 that 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 gooses 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 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 as 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 that 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 also 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 that 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 that 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 that 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. Damnit 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 that 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 that 
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 into 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 180 degrees.

"You're Randy? Damn, sorry about that man. I didn't 
realize that 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 of you trying 
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 and 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 probably be 100 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 too."

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 that 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 bit 
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 
danced 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 pleasures.

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 always have 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."

Softly I 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. That was important to me right 
then. I should have known that 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 not 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 doubts. 
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 that 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 that 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 
that 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 Teresa 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.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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