Her tongue got further and further inside Suzanne, but she pulled out. Far too soon, Suzanne thought. She pouted until Kerry moved over her. They both had shirts on but no panties. Much as she enjoyed what she was doing, she wanted to hold Suze, and she crawled up her wife’s chest and they kissed lightly. Suddenly, Kerry rolled on her back, pulling Suzanne with her. Kerry lifted her knees and put up her left leg between Suze’s thighs, and Suze lowered her pussy so she could rub against Kerry’s leg. Her quads were not as rock-solid as were Suze’s—how many women’s were?—but they were hard enough.
Kerry put her arms around Suze and pulled the two together, their lips pounding against each other. Suze wanted to taste herself, and her tongue circled Kerry to get as much juice as she could. Then their tongues were just playing as Suze brushed her pussy against Kerry’s leg and Kerry ground hers against Suze’s left leg, lifting her ass from the bed with increasing fervor. Neither could breathe properly but neither would release the other’s lips. Kerry’s grip on her wife’s ass tightened and what had begun as simple, lackadaisical cunnilingus had exploded into something complex and manic.
Their lips broke their seal and their eyes took it on, egging each other on until Suzanne cracked and broke their stare, her eyes closing as the emotions of the day coursed through her, shaking her body as she drove her thigh into Kerry’s pussy. Kerry, satisfied in having brought her love off, was herself lost in her own pleasure at the, well, thigh of the beautiful athlete to whom she was married.
After some clean-up in the bathroom, they were in bed early and quickly asleep. When Kerry awoke at some time during the night, she was tempted to take liberties with the body beside her but seeing as it was Monday thought better of it.
Thanksgiving 2019
As they drove down, with Eric Nelson quiet in the back, his mother Kate Pugh and Kate’s lover Simon Douglas exchanged slight touches, which did not go unnoticed by Eric. He was pleased for her, having seen the deterioration of their family in Mill Valley, especially after Suzanne moved to New York. So he was happy to watch them, enjoying their being oblivious to their obviousness. Eric liked Simon, even if he was a hedge-funder living in Greenwich. His Mother warned him about going all Bernie Sanders on him—”You’re going to Yale because your capitalist father is paying for it so do not get on your soapbox” or words to that effect over the phone the day before—and her tone made it clear that she was serious.
Thanksgiving would be big, and it was decided to hold it at the house in Chappaqua of Eileen (Kerry’s Mom) and her husband Tom Doyle. Tom’s two kids, Andrea and James (and his long-time girlfriend Jennie with him), would be there as would Kerry and Suzanne, Mary (Suzanne’s Aunt) and Betty (Mary’s wife), and Kate and Eric. Oh, and Simon. Kate, who proved her worth as an organizer for Tom and Eileen’s wedding, was in charge and assigned tasks.
As for Andi, after a rough stretch, she returned to her old ways after her break-up with the man she thought was “the One” and who she thought was preparing to propose when he told her he was breaking up with her in the spring. All as described in Chapter 6 of our tale. Which meant that she was back to playing the field when she could find the time, given her workload as a doctor.
For the rest, it was status quo ante. Most had slipped comfortably into their lives with their new spouses. Kate was doing the same with Simon, and by the time dessert was on a side-table, pretty much everyone but Kate and Simon thought they knew what was going to happen between them.
As to them, she lived and worked on Manhattan’s Upper West Side and he lived and worked in Greenwich. That did not matter. The two were less than forty-five minutes apart. If there was not traffic. So Simon took to driving down to Kate’s apartment a few days a week. He had this large, to-die-for house sitting empty, but preferred to spend his evenings with Kate in her two-bedroom.
Which, truth be told, did not feel cramped. Kate was used to the big house in Mill Valley, but she did not need all that space and all the junk that filled it. So Kate and Simon fell into a routine. Their practice was to spend the week in the City and then Simone sent a car on Friday to bring Kate to Greenwich, where they spent the weekend.
The sex was good. They were compatible except insofar as they each were more concerned with the other’s pleasure than they were with their own. They worked out a sort of détente on that score and both benefited handsomely from it. They were two people in their fifties in love with each other who enjoyed nothing more than being with each other and more than anything being in bed with each other and even more being naked in bed with one another and being intimate with one another.
So by Thanksgiving, all of the married pairs at the table recognized the signs. Kate was bossing everyone around to ensure that things ran smoothly and much as Simon rolled his eyes at her orders, they saw how happy he was to comply.
Since Tom proposed to Eileen in the house about a year-and-a-half before, the others expected that Simon might do the same with Kate. But, alas, it was not to be. In fact, in the thrill of developing their relationship to where it was, while both Kate and Simon had given much thought to getting married, they had not spoken about it. Each viewed it as something that would occur when it was time to occur.