It was on a Monday late in September of 1983 when Kelly got the word that a customer would be in the office on Thursday. A customer coming to their office was not a common occurrence and only happened perhaps a couple of times each year. They always made everyone aware of it because there was a different dress code for those days. The most important part was that the ladies were expected to wear undergarments and no see-through tops. Dressing up a tad was the rest of it.

On Tuesday, late in the afternoon, Jack buzzed Kelly’s phone and asked her to see him at five p.m. Kelly’s heart started to flutter a little. At five o’clock on the dot, Kelly was sitting on Jack’s couch. She adjusted her skirt as she sat down, which for Jack always meant a little higher rather than lower.

Jack explained what had him stressed for the past number of weeks was a contract negotiation with one of their largest customers. It was always a three-year deal and the current one was expiring. Jack went on that it was a hush-hush topic because if it went badly wrong, there would be layoffs.

Kelly’s face turned white.

“Kelly, you have nothing to worry about. You’ll be the last one out the door before me.”

Jack and Kelly had grown close so he got right to it. Six years ago, Gordon, the owner of the other company (which was based in England) came to town, they finalized the deal and went out to celebrate. There was less staff back then and Jack invited everyone to party with them.

Jack and Gordon and two of the girls from the office, who had hung around all night flirting, ended up in Gordon’s hotel suite fucking him all night. Gordon was absolutely fascinated with mid-western women with big boobs. Three years ago, Gordon made it clear he wanted another “party” to celebrate a new deal. He was also clear that he wanted new women.

Being a planned party made it a little harder but Jack talked to Sandy and she agreed. He wasn’t comfortable asking any of the other girls so his wife filled in. “But let me be clear, she didn’t mind one bit. Gordon is hung, loves to fuck and is a bit of a whacky fucker.”

Ray Charles could see where this was going. Kelly said, “I’ve told you before I would do anything you ask of me and I would do anything for anyone that you ask of me. This is pretty simple. Just tell me where and when?”

Jack got up from his chair and walked to Kelly he offered her a hand up and gave her a huge hug.

“Thank you so much.”

He reached over and handed her an envelope from his desk. “This is something for a new dress and whatever else you need. I need you Thursday night so if you need to take time to go shopping tomorrow do whatever you need. Gordon loves boobs and legs so you’re already perfect but, please, nothing that will get us thrown out of the restaurant. Oh, one other thing, wear white lacy panties. He loves them!”

Kelly sat the envelope back on the desk and pulled Jack in for a deep kiss. She dropped to her knees and pulled out his cock. Five minutes later they kissed again and Kelly came home to share the news. She opened the envelope and was surprised when she counted out $200.

Wednesday morning, Kelly drove to a large regional shopping mall about an hour away. She was wearing a light sundress and a pair of slip-on sandals. She was planning on trying on dresses and wanted to be able to strip quickly. She had covered half of the mall and was getting discouraged.

The selection was only Fall dresses and fashions were quickly becoming conservative in the Reagan years. She found one dress, which did not excite her, but she thought if she spent the evening at the sewing machine, perhaps she could make something of it? She bought it and feeling depressed, grabbed lunch in the food court.

She was deep in thought about her dress situation. It was warmer than she thought it should be in the mall and she had hiked her dress from under her butt to feel the relatively cool fiberglass bench on her butt. She had also mindlessly hiked the dress pretty high on her thighs in order to cool off.

She finished her meal when she noticed a couple of young guys working at one of the restaurants standing at the front counter, clearly checking her out. They had a good view of her from the side, as she was sitting at that end of the booth. Kelly looked away so they wouldn’t scurry.

Kelly realized that the way she had adjusted her dress left nearly her entire left hip exposed to them. Kelly decided to scratch her left hip and pulled her dress nearly to her waist to reach her “itch”. There was no question from that view that Kelly wasn't wearing panties.

She was watching out of the corner of her eye and saw one punch the other in the arm over their excitement of the view. Kelly left her dress hiked up that far for another minute. She reached down for another scratch and knew she had their full attention. She dropped her crossed foot and swiveled around in her seat, dress still to her waist, legs spread wide as she proudly displayed her shaved twat, outer lips fully separated.

She was still facing away from them and was gathering up her bags. She gave them a view for another minute or two and then stood up with her backside facing them. Her bubble butt was holding up the dress exposing her entire ass to them. She finally tugged her dress into place and walked away. As she left the food court she glanced over her shoulder and saw them leaning way over the counter to watch her butt as she walked away.

Kelly was now in a better mood. She found a small women’s clothing shop that looked interesting. She worked her way to the back of the store and found a clearance rack of summer items. She felt her shopping rush kick in and she was sliding items on the rack quickly past as she evaluated each in the blink of an eye.

Wait! What was this? It was a floral print dress. It had a band around the waist and a flouncy skirt for the bottom. Both the front and back had deep V cuts to the waistband. Almost perfect! It was a designer label marked down some huge percentage although it was still $100.

Kelly is a crazy body-type to fit. First, her bubble butt usually means buying a size too large for her waist. Second, her huge boobs really want extra-large whatever it is. Third, she has a fairly short torso and needs a petite size. Fourth, a petite size of anything with legs doesn’t work because she’s all leg.

She’s used to nothing ever being just right which is why she knows her way around a sewing machine. It was the same deal with this dress. She really liked how the skirt hung on her butt. It was a little too long (she could hem it), too big in the waist (she could take it in), too long in the torso (she could remove a couple of inches at the top of the shoulder straps), perhaps too much cleavage in front (she could place a small discreet hook to close it up a couple of inches.)

But, all things equal, the dress was perfect! Next, she was on a shoe hunt. She found a pair of platform sandals with straps that wrapped around her ankles, displayed her gorgeous feet, were sexy as all hell, and she knew they were perfect too. She headed back to town and the nail salon.

The same guy who did her nails last time was there. He lit up like a light bulb when he saw her. He motioned her to a seat and got her feet soaking. He was back in a few minutes and started massaging her feet. He flashed a small frown at her and Kelly realized her dress was too long. She slowly slid it up until he had a view of her pink slit.

He smiled and gave her another very long foot massage. Kelly was daydreaming about lots of nasty things. That, combined with the way he was rubbing her feet and calves had her pussy running like a river. It appeared that only two people were working, him and a female. The female was doing nails around the corner but not completely out of sight either.

Kelly’s pussy was on fire. Every time he massaged up her leg she moaned. He worked up to her knee and she let loose with a very low groan and was almost giving him her orgasm face. He would move down and she’d open her eyes and smile at him. She spread her knees a little further apart. He started at her foot and was working his way up. Kelly was moaning again.

He moved past her knee. Kelly pulled her dress up to her lap and used both hands to spread her pussy wide open. She had the look of the devil on her face. He kept massaging his way up her thigh and when he reached her slit he slid his fingers in and rubbed her lips up and down.

Kelly was so close. He eyes were closed and she was moaning away. She felt him penetrate her with fingers. She couldn’t tell how many. Then she felt one exploring her butt. He worked a finger into her butthole. She opened her eyes and looked down to see he was using both hands clapped together. Thumbs on her clit, a half-dozen fingers in her cunt and two pinkies in her butt. Kelly gripped the arms of the chair and nearly tore them off. She grabbed a towel he had sitting near her and bit it with her teeth. He was pumping his hands in and out of her.

Kelly launched! She sprayed him with cum from head to toe. His eyes were wide with surprise. It took her a few minutes to catch her breath. He grabbed a nearby small tub of water, picked it up and dropped it from a couple of feet in the air. It splashed all over him and made a hell of a mess.

He ran to grab a mop and the female came to see and was chewing his ass every way but sideways. He got the mess cleaned up and then went about painting her toes. As he finished, he stood up close to her and pulled open his trousers. He displayed his limp cock covered with cum and a huge wet spot in his underwear. Kelly dipped a finger in and scooped some of his cum to her mouth. He whispered, “thank you,” and then loudly “Let’s do fingernails!”

Everything was normal for Kelly at work on Thursday. In the afternoon Jack took Gordon around the building and introduced or reintroduced him to his team. Gordon seemed to take extra time looking Kelly up and down as they shook hands. As he moved on, Jack dropped a tiny bag of three pills on her desk. Kelly took them.

Shortly after five o’clock, Kelly brought in her new (and as of the previous night, highly modified) dress, shoes, white lacy panties, curling iron, and makeup bag. She took about a half-hour in the restroom getting herself just perfect. Her last step was to grab some paper towels and dab her wet cunt.

She waited at her cubicle until Jack and Gordon came from Jack’s office and asked if she would join them for dinner.

“I’d love to!” Kelly said as she stood.

Gordon stopped and just stared at her. “Heaven’s woman, you are simply fucking stunning!”

He reached out for a hug and pulled her in tight. He was smashing her tits into himself as much as he could. He twirled her long hair in his hand. Quickly, his hands dropped to her ass and he cupped her cheeks through her dress.

“I am so happy you’ll be joining us tonight!” he said as he twirled her around studying her from every angle.

It was the fanciest restaurant in the county. Gordon insisted on ordering the wine and kept her glass full, through both the first and second bottle. They were seated along a wall in a U-shaped booth for four that faced the dining room. Kelly was in the middle at the back of the booth with Jack and Gordon on either side, each sitting fairly close to her.

Soon after being seated, Kelly discreetly unhooked the little hook she had added to the front of her dress exposing her cleavage nearly out to her areolae. Gordon’s hand slipped to her thigh as they had appetizers. He rubbed up and down her exposed thigh to just inside the hem of her dress, which was pretty far up her legs.

The second time that he dropped his hand onto her, they had finished their salads and were waiting for the main course. He felt her up all the way to her crotch. He and Jack continued carrying on their conversation. Instinctively Kelly spread her knees. Gordon, as Kelly described him to me later, “didn’t exactly look like Jack, but they were raised on the same farm.”

He was rubbing her cunt through her panties, pressing them deep into her slit. Kelly thought she might cum but fought the urge. He kept moving his fingers around in her slit. He had actually penetrated her vagina with her panties. They were up really crammed up there. Mid-conversation Gordon turned away from Jack and in a normal speaking voice turned to Kelly and said: “Your panties are a sopping mess.”

“I’m sorry. Is that a problem? I could remove them.”

“Yes, and hand them to me please.”

Kelly pulled her dress to her waist. She hooked the sides of the panties along her hips, which were white lace as requested, and a low-cut hip-hugger style. She tugged them down her thighs as she lifted her butt off the booth.

She had the waistband pulled to her knees before she had them completely pulled out of her twat. She let them drop to the floor, wiggled one sandal out of them, then lifted the other foot and sat her sandal in Gordon’s lap. He reached down and removed the panties from her foot and sandal.

Gordon pulled the panties from his lap to his face as though they were his napkin. He dabbed his face with them, wiped them across his mouth and took in a deep breath with them held to his nose. In changing her clothes at work Kelly had sprayed perfume on her pussy as well. She was hoping he would be okay with that and not complain about it not being a completely “natural” odor.

He smiled at her and again in a perfectly normal speaking voice said: “Your cunt smells exquisite.”

Kelly saw ears perk up on a guy at the next booth whose back was facing her.

She saw Gordon fidget under the table for a moment. He reached up with his right hand and took Kelly’s left hand below the table. He had resumed his conversation with Jack. He placed Kelly’s hand on a large, flaccid cock. She could tell it was not circumcised.

Kelly began to stroke him. As it grew she played with his foreskin, rubbing it up and down over his head. Kelly was fascinated by foreskins on not-fully erect cocks. Soon she realized she was holding a sausage.

It was long, perhaps nine-inches, thick, perhaps two-inches across, and heavy, very heavy, which is why she thought it felt like a summer sausage. She was enjoying stroking him. Gordon stopped her, removed her hand, wrapped her panties around his sausage, and put her hand back around his cock.

Yet again, in a normal speaking voice, said: “Please continue to stroke me.”

The guy at the other booth did a quick, subtle, or not so subtle, look over his shoulder. Kelly caught his eyes and smiled.

Their waiter arrived with their entrees. Kelly continued to stroke Gordon’s cock. Although the table had a cloth that hung nearly to the floor, the waiter was a middle-aged man who had probably worked there for decades. This was not his first rodeo. He looked into Kelly’s eyes as he sat her plate down and winked. From his vantage point, there was no doubt she was jacking a cock. Kelly smiled back and said, “Thank you!”

Kelly nibbled at her lobster with one hand. Jack was kind enough to pull it from the shell for her. She had been jacking Gordon for a good ten minutes.

“Perhaps faster?” Gordon said.

Kelly found her muscles and picked up the pace. Apparently, he wanted to cum. Just a couple of minutes later Gordon suddenly turned to his right, he threw his left leg over Kelly’s left leg. He put a hand behind her head and forcefully kissed her, cramming his tongue through her teeth and into her chewed food.

Her wrist wouldn’t allow her hand to maintain contact with his cock. Through the very thin material of her dress, she felt his log of a cock laying at the top of her thigh. She felt each contraction work its way up his cock and distinctly felt each of the three bursts through his cock. He had moved, cum, and turned back within just seconds. Kelly was caught completely off-guard.

“Well, that was a fine climax!” Gordon announced. Kelly thought she saw the guy in the next booth nearly spit the water he was drinking.

Gordon tucked her panties into his jacket and said: “I’ll keep these if you don’t mind?”

Kelly nodded that would be fine. Kelly looked at her lap and adjusted her dress. Gordon left a large pool of cum in her lap. She thought about using her napkin to blot it up but decided against it.

The guys decided they should all order dessert. Gordon had turned his attention to Kelly’s boobs. As soon as they finished ordering he had his hand in her dress. First, he was lifting and bouncing her left boob. He was fascinated by its size and weight. It struck Kelly that it was no different than her fascination with the size and weight of his cock.

She welcomed his playing. He found her nipple and was lifting her tit by the nipple. He found the dress to be in his way and pulled the strap on her left shoulder away from her chest exposing her left breast.

The restaurant was one of those of-the-period dark wood and dimly lit places with a candle at each table. With a “poof” Kelly blew out the candle. Gordon continued to play with her tits and pushed the other strap aside openly playing with both of them.

Kelly remembered Jack’s request that her dress would not get them tossed from the restaurant. Kelly pulled her left knee onto the bench and swiveled her body so she was facing Gordon, trying to use his body to block the view of her boobs to the rest of the dining room.

Kelly saw the waiter heading toward their table and pulled her dress closed. She knew the waiter had caught her. Gordon did too.

“Go ahead, share with this fine gentleman,” he said to Kelly.

The waiter stopped, still holding Jack’s dessert, as Kelly opened her dress and exposed her huge 32F boobs whose nipples were as hard as pebbles and looked like red Peanut M&M’s.

“You are very, very beautiful, Miss. Thank you! Please enjoy your dessert.”

They lingered after dinner enjoying a drink. They had ordered a Manhattan for Kelly, against her wishes. They insisted she took a sip. Kelly announced that it, “tastes like gasoline,” and the guys had a good laugh. Gordon insisted that she keep at it though.

By the time she was half-way through the wine had caught up and by then alcohol was alcohol. Gordon had his hand in her cunt again. He had two fingers in her vagina and seemed that he wanted her to cum. Kelly looked around and realized many, if not most, of the other diners, had finished and left.

Gordon was hitting the right spots. Kelly sat down her nearly empty Manhattan glass and gripped the edge of the table. Jack put his hand on one of hers. Gordon picked up his speed and any subtlety was gone. He was fucking her with his hand and was going to make her cum.

Kelly pushed away from the table and leaned back against the booth. She pulled her feet and sandals onto the edge of the seat, each resting next to her hip. Her cunt was wide open and she could hear Gordon’s hand sloshing in her juices. Kelly was thinking about his huge prick and then a moment later of being fucked by Jack and back and forth. She tried everything she could to be quiet and, for the most part, she was successful.

She didn’t know the waiter was close by and hearing an odd sound, of course, came to check on his table. He made some sort of startling sound and Kelly flashed her eyes open to see the waiter staring into her cunt, which had begun an orgasm. That did it! She again went off like a rocket!

She sprayed Gordon and the tablecloth. She moaned far too loudly. Gordon, damn the waiter watching, didn’t slow down at all. He was fucking her with his hand with all his might. Kelly came again. She sprayed again, even harder than the last one. Her cum was dripping from the booth seat. She had a puddle form under her butt. Several sprinkles landed on top of the table.

Kelly noticed the waiter was still staring, his mouth literally hanging open. He was mindlessly adjusting his cock through his slacks. Gordon had stopped his motions and slowly withdrew his hand. All three of the men were silent as they stared into her wide open, soaking wet, purplish-red swelled up cunt. It took Kelly a few moments to land back on earth.

She slowly dropped her feet, one at a time, to the floor. She pulled her knees together and tugged the hem of her dress toward her thighs. Then she pulled the side material over her breasts. She used both hands to move her long hair off of her face and smooth it along the sides of her head. She smirked at all of them and said, “Well that was exactly what I needed. Thank you!”

The waiter stuttered that he would be right back with the check.

“From the waist down, my dress is soaked,” Kelly observed as they stood to leave. Jack quickly offered her his jacket. “I’ll be back in one moment,” she announced. She returned from the restroom wearing Jack’s suit jacket and handed him the wadded up wet dress. The jacket barely covered her butt.

The waiter wished them a wonderful night!

They waited for the valet to bring Jack’s car around. Gordon stood next to Kelly with his hand under the jacket fondling her butt cheeks. He had the jacket pulled up far enough that anyone walking behind them saw her ass. He moved his middle finger down her crack onto her butthole. The car arrived.

Gordon put Kelly in the front seat between him and Jack. Kelly was trying to get into the car while Gordon still had his finger in her crack. He managed to spread open the back flaps of the jacket and she flashed her cunt to the valets and a half-dozen people on the sidewalk. Gordon got in beside her.

As soon as he was in the car, Gordon opened the jacket and was sucking on Kelly’s breasts while one hand played in her wet cunt.

Gordon’s hotel was just a short drive from the restaurant. He was still sucking her tits as the valets opened the front doors. Gordon jumped out and offered Kelly a hand but pulled it rather suddenly and she stumbled to catch her footing in heels while the jacket had flown wide open exposing her to another set of valets and passersby.

The threesome made their way through the lobby to the elevator. Five of them stepped in. Kelly was standing on one side of the elevator, near the buttons. The two unknown gentlemen were on the other side and Jack and Gordon were at the back. Gordon watched them look Kelly up and down. The jacket was hanging slightly open down to where Kelly had her hands in the pockets, pulling it barely closed across her twat.

“There are magnificent, aren’t they, chaps?” Gordon blurted out.

The other two just nodded. Gordon looked at Kelly, clearly with an expectation. In her best, terrible, English accent, little schoolgirl voice Kelly said, “Should I, Father? I don’t even know them?”

Jack had to turn away to hide the laugh trying to break out of his face. Gordon smirked and said, “I insist!”

“Yes, Father…” replied Kelly as she hung her head in mock shame and opened the jacket fully, allowing the two strangers to view her naked (and shaved) body. She pulled up the jacket and turned to let them look at her butt. She even bent at the waist giving them a view of her slit. She turned back to face them, continuing to hold the jacket open. “I hope I am pleasing to you? Did I do it as you taught me, Daddy?”

Their faces were so red Kelly though they might pop a blood vessel. They were nodding furiously, “Yes, yes, yes, Miss. Very nice. Yes, yes.”

The elevator dinged and it was their floor. Kelly blew them a kiss when they turned back to watch as the door closed. Jack and Kelly split a gut once it closed. By the time they got to Gordon’s floor, Kelly could hardly catch her breath from the giggles.

Kelly tossed Jack’s jacket onto the couch. Jack was sitting in a large chair. Kelly walked over and sat one foot in his lap. He unbuckled the ankle strap on her shoe and tenderly removed it from her foot. She offered him the other shoe. After he removed the second heel he massaged her leg from her foot to her slit.

Kelly stepped back and laid down in the middle of the closest bed with her knees pulled up. Jack, still clothed, crawled up and went down on her. Kelly watched Gordon undress. He walked up to the side of the bed. His huge prick was about half-mast. He climbed up and knelt next to Kelly’s mouth and she sucked on his huge cock.

She slobbered all over his balls. She craned her neck to get underneath of him and tickled his butthole and the back side of his ball sack with her tongue. She had his huge cock in her mouth and was using both hands to stroke him.

Gordon slipped off of the bed and pulled her head to the edge as well. Kelly had her head hanging back off the bed. Jack sat back in his chair. Gordon stepped up and worked his cock into her mouth and then into her throat. He was sharing with Jack how impressed he was with Kelly’s skills.

Gordon wasn’t being an ass about it either. He would pull out enough, and often enough, for her to catch her breath to be able to continue. He face-fucked her long enough that Kelly thought he might blast his load down her throat. Gordon obviously felt it too and he pulled out and stepped back. He offered Kelly a hand up.

She stood and he led her to the glass wall of the room facing out to a dark city. He stood her against the glass, pulled back on her butt and then worked his big sausage into her cunt. It took a minute to get fully connected and find their rhythm but soon Gordon was fucking the living hell out of her with that massive cock. Kelly was moaning and groaning and cussing. Then she felt the sharp sting of a swat on her ass. Then another. It was in rhythm with their fucking.

It’s always been easy to get Kelly to jump out of her skin. The swats to her butt cheeks were making her jump and contract her pelvic muscles. While not a fan of spanking, she couldn’t deny the effect this was having on her. Her cunt was on fire, grabbing his huge prick, jumping a bit each time. She was headed for orgasm-land.

Gordon’s swats were quicker, stinging Kelly’s ass more. He felt her juices running down his nuts. He was fucking her like a machine. Kelly yelped each time his hand met her butt cheeks.

She wanted to be pissed off but it was causing a reaction she’d never felt before. Each time his pelvis slammed into her glowing red ass, it stung more and satisfied deeply. The whole thing was feeling violent, the speed, the spanking, the grip he had on her hips. Kelly exploded, just as violently.

She swore and screamed she ran her hands behind her and dug into his ass with her nails pulling his cock as deeply as possible into her. She sprayed the window with her cum. Gordon yelped as her nails dug in and then he started to pump again.

Kelly felt that enormous dick that had her cunt so full, swell and pump itself out from his balls up through that fat shaft and into what little space she had in her vagina. He kept pumping his cock in and out of her. Each stroke of his cockhead was pulling more of his load out of her cunt to land onto the carpeting. Kelly held his ass as tightly as she could. She wasn’t releasing her death grip on that ass until his cock deflated and was of no use to her.

She was leaning into the window. Gordon was slumped over her back, panting and dripping sweat onto her. Finally, the monster deflated. It fell from Kelly’s cunt with a splat as it slapped against Gordon’s leg and the last of his cum slid out in one long string that landed on the floor.

Kelly went to lay on the bed but her butt was too sore to lay down. She rolled to her tummy. Jack had stripped while they fucked. He climbed up on the bed next to her. They made some pillow talk and she agreed they could fuck.

He whispered, “believe it or not, the pain pills are probably working.”

He sat on her thighs and carefully worked his cock into her twat. He kept his hands on her waist, away from her butt cheeks, which he could see would clearly have some bruising the next day. Kelly moaned softly as she really enjoyed how Jack fucked her, no matter when or how.

Kelly watched Gordon as he sat in the chair watching them fuck as he slowly stroked his cock with Kelly’s panties.

After several minutes Jack pulled his cock back. In their position, his head popped directly onto her backdoor. He held it in position and started to push, firmly but gently. His head popped in and he ever so slowly made his way deeper into her bowels. In a couple of minutes, he could go no deeper. He started to thrust his hips.

Kelly was thrusting her ass back at him. In moments it was a full-on fuck. Jack leaned forward and was holding himself above her body. Kelly moaned out an orgasm and two minutes later another one. Jack grunted and she felt him empty his cock deep within her.

He was exhausted and dropped down onto her. Kelly squealed, as he was on her ass. Quickly, Jack grabbed her hips and rolled them onto their sides. He apologized profusely. They stayed coupled in that position until another limp dick ejected itself from her interior. Kelly got up and excused herself to the bathroom where she dumped Jack’s cum and took a piss.

She was thankful there was a shower cap. She stuffed her hair into it and took a quick shower. Gordon stood and met her exiting the bathroom with a kiss and a thank you. Jack helped her with her heels. Jack’s suitcoat was still her only clothing option.

She was enjoying the attention from the valets as they waited for his Cadillac to be pulled around. Kelly tried to sit, but that wasn’t going to work. She climbed up on her knees with her butt facing the door. She was sure the valet got a full view of, what the hell?! as he closed the door.

I was asleep but heard her come in. She gave me a quick kiss and we fell asleep. The next day was another early one for me and I was gone before she woke. When I came home for dinner that night she was hopping and skipping through the house she was so excited!

She was talking at a hundred miles an hour, as she is prone to do, but I helped her slow down so I could follow. Previously, Jack only had half of Gordon’s business. Gordon called him that morning to change that to all of his business. Jack called her in after work and gave her a check as a bonus for helping to secure the contract.

He told her to not open it until she got home, which was just minutes before me. She had a check for $5,000 (before taxes of course) and was thrilled to death!

That was the Friday of each month that kind of wrecked sex for the weekend. By the time her period was gone on Monday, so were the bruises. She kept that part of the story from me for a number of years.

EPILOGUE

Even I was surprised at how quickly things changed. Trends tend to arrive later here in the middle of the country. I think that included both the debauchery of the late 1970’s and the conservative attitudes of the Reagan years. Kelly went through her closet that Thanksgiving weekend. She made a big pile for Goodwill of nearly all of her college clothes and even a bunch of stuff she had left from high school. I was surprised to see the see-through blouses in the pile. She told me they were embarrassingly out of date. Of course, no one was selling new ones at that time.

She used some of her bonus money to update her wardrobe. I knew the world had changed when she brought home a whole bag of “really cute” panties she bought at an after Christmas sale. They hired a new gal at work the following summer. No one seemed to notice there wasn’t a party announcement. Jack turned fifty shortly after and Deb took him on a week-long cruise. It was just the two of them.

Kelly and Jack still had an occasional get together after work but less and less often and it ended by the time he turned fifty. Looking back, it was perhaps the craziest year of our life. We’re both so glad to have those memories!