Saturday Morning

I arose early and made my way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Evie. My intention was to serve her in bed. I opted for a toasted bagel with jelly, sunny-side-up eggs, coffee, orange juice, and sausage. At that moment, the phone rang...

“Hello, is Evie there?” The voice quivered, struggling to suppress sobs.

“Tori, is that you?”

“Yes, tell her it’s important.”

“Please hold on a moment; I will fetch her.”

I dashed upstairs and gently shook Evie’s shoulder, saying, “Wake up, it’s Tori, she says it’s important.”

“Uh-uh, alright.” I handed her the phone and quickly returned to the kitchen.

“Hi Tori, what’s up?”

“Can you come over? I can’t discuss this over the phone.”

I said that I would arrive in two minutes and ended the call. I leaped out of bed and got myself ready. I made my way downstairs and announced that I was heading to Tori's; “Your phone is on the table, and call Toby. Tell him to return home as soon as possible.

Before I knew it, Tori and I were seated on her plush beige couch. We faced one another, I with my legs crossed. My right arm rested on the headrest, while my left arm lay across my lap. Tori sat with her legs crossed, and our knees brushed against each other.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she wiped them away. She took shallow breaths to steady herself before speaking. Her voice quivered, and tears filled her eyes as she said that something awful had occurred. I replied, telling her to take her time, placing my hand on her knee. She stated that Derek had been murdered, her voice fractured and shaking.

I said I was deeply sorry, leaning in to hold her. She leaned against me, resting her head on my shoulder, and wept profusely. Her body trembled violently as she sobbed. Once she finally regained her composure and pulled back, I gently wiped her tears away. I asked her to please tell me what transpired.

This morning, a police officer and a detective arrived. The detective informed me that Derek had been at Club Venus when he was shot. He stated it was a murder-suicide and then proceeded to ask me several questions. Before departing, they mentioned that his body would be released sometime next week.

“I will assist you in getting things started. You should contact your lawyer, Mr. Harris, and inform him not to file the paperwork, explaining the situation. In the meantime, I will obtain the phone number for Connor’s Funeral Home, and you should instruct them to reach out to the coroner's office. They will handle the arrangements.”

“Thank you, Evie; everything feels incredibly surreal and overwhelming.”

“Before you make the call, Mr. Harris, is it? Do you possess all the evidence regarding his infidelity?”

“Yes, I do have all the evidence.”

“Alright, take a deep breath, remain calm, and make the call.”

We got busy; I heard Tori attempting to inform Mr. Harris, but he was already aware. The news had been reported. I looked up the phone number for the funeral home. 

“Mr. Harris was in the process of preparing the paperwork when he learned the news. I requested a copy of my complete file, which included all documents and communications. I could collect it on Monday. He also informed me that Derek had a separate will and that I was the sole beneficiary.”

“Derek has no living relatives?”

“No, he doesn’t. Please give me the number for Connor’s."

I refrained from mentioning her emotional state. Externally, she appeared completely composed. Internally, I understood she struggled and yearned to express her feelings. While she was on the phone, I made my way to the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator, spotted a jug, and took it out. The label read “red sangria.” I retrieved two large, long-stemmed glasses from the cabinet. Upon returning to the living room with the two filled glasses of sangria, I found her concluding the call.

“Did everything go well?” I inquired, offering her a glass.

“Yes, they will handle everything, and I requested that Derek be cremated. There will be no funeral service or wake,” she replied.

Her voice began to tremble, and tears once again filled her eyes as she took a substantial sip from her glass. She placed her glass on the coffee table, as did I, and then she broke down. I embraced her in silence, allowing her to cry on my shoulder. Once she calmed down, her eyes were swollen and red. I gently wiped the tears from her cheeks and softly traced my thumb along her lips.

She smiled, kissed my cheek, and reached for our glasses. She handed me my glass, and we finished our drinks. Tori appeared somewhat more at ease, and I proposed we have breakfast. We headed to the kitchen where we enjoyed coffee, a toasted bagel, and a bowl of fruit.

She stated with composure, “You know, Evie, despite the fact that he had betrayed me and I was aware of it, I still had feelings for him.”

I replied, “I understand, Tori,” as I switched on the radio. The radio announced that in the early hours of that morning, there had been a murder-suicide incident at the upscale Club Venus. The deceased had been identified as Derek Hasting and his secretary, Mandy Teasdale. We discovered the reason; she was his mistress and she learned that he was involved with another woman. The program then transitioned to sports. Upon hearing this news, Tori once again succumbed to her emotions.

Turning off the radio, I said, “I’m so sorry; I wasn’t thinking, dear.”

She remarked, dabbing at her tears, “It’s alright, you were unaware; I will manage.”

I suggested, “How about we take a drive into the countryside, escape the city for a day, just the two of us?”

Tori replied, her gaze lowered as she spoke softly, “I’m not sure, Evie.”

I stood up from the table and took her hand, saying, “Let’s go, dear; sunshine and fresh air are waiting for us,” and guided her to her bedroom. Although she wasn’t particularly excited, she changed into some clothes and styled her hair.

I complimented her, “Now that’s more like it; you look stunning.” Tori selected a light blue summer dress featuring a spaghetti strap neckline, adorned with a white floral pattern and a side zipper. She then put on a pair of white sneakers.

Meanwhile…

“Hey Dad, I’m home. What is the urgent matter?”

“Hi Toby, I am in the living room.”

I entered and took a seat opposite Dad, who I found surprisingly dressed.

“What is going on, Dad?”

“Your mother is at Tori's, and they might be coming here. There is no gentle way to convey this, so I will be direct: the news on the radio reported that Derek was murdered this morning by his secretary, who subsequently took her own life. Therefore, please be respectful and choose your words carefully.”

“Oh my God! Is Tori alright? You need not worry, Dad; I will certainly do both.”

“I’m sure she will be now that your mother is there. Good, now please go unpack and return. I will share details about my trip.”

As he walked away, I called out, “Stay dressed; I am uncertain if your mother is bringing Tori over.”

“Understood.”

Not three minutes had passed before Toby came back. Just as I was about to recount the fishing trip, the girls entered. We both stood to greet them and extended our condolences to Tori.

“Boys, please keep Tori company while I went to change.”

“Mr...”

“There was no need for formality, Tori. Please call me Paul, and if you ever required assistance, do not hesitate to ask.”

“Thank you, Paul.”

“You can rely on me, Tori.”

“Always, Toby.”

Evie appeared in a dress that was similar to Tori's but in yellow. She also wore a pair of white sneakers. Toby and I simultaneously remarked, “You both look stunning.”

”Thank you,” they replied in unison.

Evie then informed us that they were having a girls' day and that we would need to take care of ourselves. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and softly whispered that if Tori did not wish to be alone, she would stay the night. Neither of us was surprised to see Toby approach Tori and quickly kiss her on the cheek.

After the girls departed, I told my son that his mother had shared everything that occurred last week and that I was relieved to know that they did not engage in sexual activity. He took a deep breath, and a slight smile appeared on his face. “Did she mention the shopping trip to Beach Babe Bikini Company?”

“No, Toby, why don’t you enlighten me?”

“She wished to purchase a bikini and sought a man's perspective. Consequently, we visited the store where all the sales staff were wearing bikinis, and they appeared to be between twenty and, at my best estimate, thirty years old. The older women looked just as hot—I apologize for that slip—as the younger ones. The owner introduced herself, and my mother made the introductions. She referred to me as her boyfriend, after which the owner guided Mom around the store.”

Toby paused a moment, took a deep breath and continued, “Thirty minutes later, I found myself in the fitting room with my Mom as she tried on ten different bikinis. I had to shield my eyes while she changed. I was asked for my opinion on each one. There were two that we both favored. She purchased them, and we returned home.”

“You had quite a week, son. Just make sure not to complicate things with Tori. Regarding her, I recommended that you simply be present for her when you go over to handle whatever tasks need  to be completed.”

“What about...”

I cut off Toby, “Our new way of life? Knowing your mother, she undoubtedly had her excuse prepared. That is, it was likely planned before we received the unfortunate news about Derek.”

“Then she had wanted both you and me to feel at ease being unclothed in each other's presence. Well, it’s no different from being in the gym showers after exercising. I;m going to my room to put these clothes away. After that, I’m heading to the pool to soak up some sun.”

“Alright, and I need to complete some work. I will be in the study for an hour or two at most. Once I am done, I will come join you, and we could grill some burgers. I doubt your mother would return home this evening. Are you going to be alright with that?”

“That sounds like a good plan, Dad. Yes, I’m fine with that,” Toby replied before heading out to the backyard.

On the road…

I had taken our 1966 candy apple red Mustang convertible with the top down. Before departing from town, Tori and I stopped at a Speedway to purchase two Big Gulps of Mountain Dew. We then set off on our journey and, within forty-five minutes, found ourselves driving along a two-lane country road.

Tori spoke while I listened, and she expressed all her emotions. The glove compartment was now devoid of paper napkins, which were scattered on the floorboard around her feet.

“I apologize for using all the napkins. I truly needed to let out all my feelings, and I appreciate you listening.”

“No need for apologies or thanks. I thought that getting you out of town and into some fresh country air was what you needed,” I replied.

“You are a wonderful friend, Evie, and you are correct. I feel significantly better. Yesterday, I contemplated the idea of assisting you in spicing things up with Paul. I have decided against it; it wouldn’t be appropriate now that Toby and I are beginning to learn more about each other. I don’t mean in a sexual way, but rather on a personal level.”

“I’m glad to hear that; I felt the same way and was planning to tell you. Oh, look, we have arrived.”

We were two hours outside of town when I turned onto a side road that led to a small town. I navigated onto the cobblestone main street. To the right was the town's park, and to the left, there were two blocks filled with small shops. We explored each one, and I had saved my favorite for last.

We ascended the four steps and entered the store, where Tori’s eyes widened as she surveyed her surroundings. I gestured towards the ceiling, and her mouth fell open in astonishment at the sight of numerous empty seed bags. I clarified that the owner’s husband was a farmer who had reached out to various companies for donations of the bags. We explored the shop, which featured a variety of items for the home, kitchen, and bath. Together, we purchased candles, body lotion, jelly, and ground coffee.

“We can’t leave without some chocolate medley mix," I remarked as I filled two Jelly Bean plastic bags.

After completing our shopping, we proceeded to the checkout. Tori began to reach into her purse, but I interjected, “No, you don’t need to. This is  my treat. You can pay next time.”

Once back in the car, she inquired if we could stop at the nearby state park to sit by the river. I noticed a shift in her mood and drove towards the park. I parked in a somewhat secluded area, and we sat in silence, observing the river's flow. The only sounds were those of geese and ducks. She extended her hand towards me, and I placed my hand on hers. We remained in that position for forty-five minutes. Tori did not sob or cry out; instead, tears silently streamed down her cheeks.

She turned to me and softly said, “Thank you.”

Nothing further needed to be expressed. I engaged the ignition, and we set off. There was one additional stop to make prior to returning home. Twenty minutes later, we found ourselves seated next to each other in a cozy German restaurant. I ordered two Weihenstephan Hefeweizens and a grilled shrimp Santa Fe appetizer. This dish featured six large shrimp accompanied by chipotle lime butter, served atop a bed of black bean purée with tortilla chips.

The waitress brought the beer, and Tori lifted her glass, saying, “Here’s to better times ahead.”

“Cheers,” I replied, our glasses clinking together as we both took a hearty sip.

In a sultry whisper, she said softly, “I needed to visit the ladies' room,” and excused herself.

As I stood up from my seat, the waitress noticed me, winked, and flashed five fingers twice. I returned the wink, aware that the appetizer would arrive in about ten minutes. I entered the elegant restroom and observed that the floors were made of white marble, as was the countertop. The washbasins were silver, and the taps were designed like golden swans.

I glanced over at the three stalls, noting that she was in the middle one. Her dress was hanging on the hook inside the door. Her long legs were apart, with her hands resting on the wall.

I found myself admiring her alluring figure before I positioned myself behind her. I did not take the time to close the stall door, and she asked,” Please close the door.”

“No, now be a good girl and suck my two fingers,” I instructed in a commanding voice.

Tori took my fingers into her mouth, making them thoroughly wet. I then presented my thumb from the same hand. I reached between her legs and cupped her intimate area with my hand. She flinched and emitted a soft gasp. I inserted my fingers into her as she pushed back, driving my fingers in as deep as possible. Aware that our time was limited, I engaged in vigorous thrusts. My thumb pressed against her delicate entrance and slipped inside her tight rear.

“Oh God, don’t stop!” she exclaimed.

Suddenly, the door to the room swung open, and the sound of heels echoed on the marble floor.u

“I’m so close, make me come!”

Tori responded to each thrust, her body trembling as her climax approached. I was unyielding and continued until she experienced two orgasms.

“Yes! Yes! I’m coming!” Tori moaned loudly.

“I’m coming too!” the woman behind us shouted.

We both turned to see our waitress standing there. Her uniform was raised above her waist. One ample breast was fully visible. Her right hand rested between her legs, while her left hand was on her breast.

She said, “That was the most exciting thing I have ever witnessed. I wanted to inform you that the appetizer will be ready in five minutes. However, I suspect it is ready now.”

Tori approached her, completely nude, and remarked, "I’m glad you appreciated the performance. This was a first for us."

I paused for a moment, observing as she crouched down and began to provide oral pleasure to our waitress.

“Aahhh, your tongue feels incredible,” she moaned, reaching down to place her hands on Tori’s head.

I moved closer, positioned myself behind our waitress, and started kissing her neck. The sounds of pleasure filled the room. I traced her lips with my finger and, in a commanding tone, instructed, "Suck."

She eagerly sucked as if my finger were a cock. Once I was satisfied that she had sufficiently moistened it, I withdrew my finger while licking and nibbling her ear. From the sounds emanating from Tori, it was clear she was thoroughly enjoying herself.

“It’s time to bring this to a climactic conclusion, T.” I said to Tori as I ran my finger down the waitress’s backside.

I teased her rosebud, and she let out a loud groan as Tori thrust two fingers deep into her pussy while I pushed mine into her tight anus.

The woman lost all control, the sounds of pleasure were mixed with those of pain which soon dissipated. Her body quivered and jerked as her orgasm ripped through her like a tsunami.

Tori stood, pressed her naked form against the waitress and they kissed. I slipped my finger from her brown hole and to my surprise, she grabbed my hand and brought the finger to her mouth. I had to see what she was going to do, so I moved to her side. She slipped the finger between their kiss. She and Tori licked my finger and then it was my turn as our waitress teasingly traced my lips, then slipped my finger into my mouth.

We shared a three way kiss, then our waitress said, “Time I get back and check on your food.” 

The three of us washed our hands; the waitress departed first, and we waited approximately a minute before returning to our booth. Our waitress returned with the appetizer and two additional beers.

“Everything is complimentary; you two were fantastic. Thank you, now please enjoy.”

Tori was adjusting her dress. “I’m pleased you enjoyed the performance. This was a first for us.”

The three of us washed our hands; the waitress departed first, and we waited approximately a minute before returning to our booth. Our waitress returned with the appetizer and two additional beers.

“Everything is complimentary; you two were fantastic. Thank you for allowing me to watch. Now, please enjoy.”

I took out my phone and searched for the restaurant, browsing through the photos. “Oh my, look, Tori.”

She glanced at the photo; it was the owner. I turned to Tori. “Would you be interested in sharing a Black Russian?”

“What is that?”

“It is a chopped sirloin steak with onions and mushrooms, topped with Swiss cheese. It is served open-faced and accompanied by a small portion of homemade coleslaw. We could opt for French fries or German fried potatoes.”

“That sounds delightful; could we have it cooked medium?”

“Absolutely.”

The owner approached, asking, “Is there anything else I can assist you with?”

Tori quickly responded, “Yes, we would like a Black Russian, medium, along with German fried potatoes.”

”Coming right up.” She proceeded to place the order.

“Would you care for dessert afterward?” I inquired.

Tori looked at me with her unmistakable playful grin and replied, “You in my bed all night.”

We shared a laugh, and I responded, “I believed that could be arranged.”

We relished our beers and participated in casual conversation while we enjoyed our meal. Afterward, we conveyed our appreciation to the owner and proceeded to the car.

After settling into the car, I reached into my purse and remarked, "I owe you for the other day," as I retrieved the egg vibrator along with the remote control.

I lifted my dress to my waist, and Tori resembled a child on Christmas morning, eager to engage with a new toy.

"Please go ahead, baby; insert it," I urged with excitement.

A broad smile adorned her face. She coated the egg with a generous layer of saliva. Tori extended her hand, and the egg smoothly glided into my moist pussy..

I turned the ignition, put the car in gear and off we went. Tori turned the remote to maximum, and I nearly lost control for a moment.

“That was for the other day, sweetie,” she said before turning it down.

I lost count of how many times I came. With an hour before returning to Tori’s, she slipped the egg from my well-stimulated pussy. She held it up by my mouth and I licked my sweetness. She then licked the egg before inserting it into her pussy. Tori pulled down the straps to her dress and exposed those voluptuous twins.

I followed her lead, the warm wind felt invigorating on my bare skin, my nipples stood out and I noticed Tori was already playing with the toy and teasing her nipples.

About ten miles from the city, I had pulled to the side of the two-lane country road. We removed our dresses and the bet was on. Whoever covered up first would go a month without sex. When we hit the city, truckers honked their horns as they slowly went by along with anyone who could see us.

By the time we got to Tori’s, we were so turned on, as soon as we were inside the house, we hit the living room carpet and munched away at each other in the sixty-nine position. Very little sleep took place. Though at some point, exhaustion finally reared its head, we z’d out.

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