It was Michelle who finally came to my rescue to break me out of grieving for my Janet. I guess it took nearly a year but she did.

While I was not looking, she snuck up on me with the widow Solvang in hand at church one blustery spring morning. David Solvang’s wife had been like a second mom to Michelle taking care of her while Janet worked the books for our company. She was Janet’s BFF in modern parlance. Her best friend in all things. Now David had been gone for a while.

The morning was gray as the navy ships we were modifying under our latest navy contracts. The wind was as cold as a witch’s breath. I hadn’t noticed Patricia at all in my emotional stupor. I gave her my condolences even though she had also been widowed well over a year.

Michelle then informed me that she’s invited Pat to have Sunday dinner with us. This was, of course a Severin tradition inflicted on us all by Janet. Should you miss Sunday dinner you had better be dead or out of the country. No other excuse was acceptable.

Dinner was pleasant, of course, with Michelle the prefect hostess as her mom had taught her. I suppose it could have been coincidence, but Pat was seated next to me and beaming huge smiles in my direction. Her conversation occasionally punctuated with light touches were beginning to get my attention. I could feel electricity every time she touched me.

Over the next months, Pat kept showing up at a lot of the social events that I attended. Powerful coincidence I thought as I watched Michelle with her little girl, my granddaughter, Janet, chatting away. I even caught them throwing sideways glances at me and lightly giggling a bit.

It really wasn’t too long before Pat and I became what Michelle laughingly called a “number.” We just seemed to agree on most everything except politics and that became a taboo topic. It was comfortable to be with her. I think my loneliness was on the mend.

I suppose it was going to happen sooner or later. Pat and I had just come out of the Country Club. We were just sitting in the front seat of my car chatting about the dance. She suddenly stopped midsentence and just stared at me. Then she said, “You know Don, I’ve had a crush on you for nearly twenty years. You are twice the man as my David was.”

The air between us was so thick you could have sliced it with a knife. She continued, “Did you know David had had a couple of affairs while we were married? Yes, she said, a tear now slowly trickling down her right cheek.”

I did know about his affair with the woman in the purchasing department. Once rumor had been confirmed, I called David to my office for a man to man conference. The woman was reprimanded as well and chose to leave the firm. The other affair was a total surprise to me.

“Don, you don’t know how many times I wished I was Janet.” I was simply dumbstruck. I had never thought of Pat in that way. It was as if my eyes had been opened to a new world. Pat and I had been friends forever. Slowly Pat leaned across the car and pressed her lips to mine. I was a goner. Pat and I had been like a pair of old well beloved slippers. We truly belonged together.

With that Pat pulled me in for another lip-lock. This one was deeper and far more passionate. She pulled me in and I didn’t resist. Her tongue was hot against mind and I opened my lips to receive her affection. As we were separated by the console of my car, I suggested we get in the back to be more comfortable. Big mistake!

As I climbed in, Pat was already there and had pulled her blouse out of her skirt. She just grabbed my belt, pulling it open as she was pulling my pants down. She wouldn’t release me until my cock was out in the open air. Without another single word, she went down on the head of my now seriously stiff pecker. Her mouth engulfed it like she was starving. I know that was not the case, I had just seen her devour a surf and turf dinner.

She started moving her head up and down on my engorged member stopping only once to tell me how wonderful my pre cum tasted. She also told my in no circumstance was I to think this was a one-time event, I tasted yummy and she’d be having some more of this again.

Was this really the wife of my late partner sucking my dick like a woman possessed? Was this the woman who was my wife’s best friend? At that point, all coherent thought stopped and cum ejected from me like a geyser. Pat never missed a beat nor did she let a single droplet escape. She looked into my eyes and said, “Well?”

Well what, I thought. Still looking me straight in the eyes she said, ”Well, Donald Severin, are you going to fuck me or what?” With that she came at me with all guns blazing. Her blouse was off, and her bra too before I realized what was happening. The wonderfully pressed silk skirt was pulled above hips and her panties were on their way south.

She leaned back against the side door of the car opening her precious gift to me and started to so lightly massage her clit. What do you say? What do you do in a case like this. I mounted her as quickly as I could. I slid all the way on the first stroke bumping her cervix in the process.

She didn’t seem to mind one bit. In fact she took a deep breath that lay somewhere between a gasp and a moan. I think I done good. She moaned again this time also running her tongue across her upper lip. She looked at me and told me, “Now I know just what kind of fucker you really are Donald, a deep one and I love it. I look forward to your long cock in me often.” We fucked like a couple of teenagers in heat until we were both either totally spent or totally empty of cum.

Then came the day. Pat stormed into my office and ordered me to my feet. I was totally shocked. I knew this maneuver, the attack approach, it had already worked once before when I was just courting Janet. Apparently some classified information had been slipped from my daughter to my lady friend. This was how I had proposed to Michelle’s mom. I was in trouble and I knew it. There was no defense against this tactic.

The next shock came immediately after that, Pat raised her left hand to show me the new engagement ring she had just bought for herself. Not that I had any objection, but she told me she did it to be sure it fit. Men are such klutzes when it comes to fitting women with things. Forthwith the lady dropped on her right knee and asked me to marry her. Talk about dumbstruck! she stole a page right out of my own play book. Michelle, that imp had ratted me out!

And just to put the icing on the cake, the limo was waiting outside our building.

Just what chance do you really think I had under those circumstances.

As I glanced up, there was Michelle in the back of the crowd with a great big shit eating grin on her face. I just know she and Patricia had set this whole thing up. Next to her was her hubby and their baby girl. Little Janet piped up, “Grandpa, grandpa, you just gotta say yes so Aunt Patty can be my grandma.”

I could see, I was a gonner. I was out-flanked and outnumbered.

I said, “Patricia, I will marry you, any time, anyplace you like. That was it. The wedding and the honeymoon had been all preplanned, all I had to do was go along for the ride. And what a ride it was!

On our wedding night, Patricia came to me in a splendid gown of shimmering transparent white. She looked like an angel to me with her torso showing through the thin material. She stopped in the middle of the room and untied a single bow just below her throat and the entire gown fell to the floor like flakes of the year’s first snow. She was gorgeous, It was clear that Pat had really taken great care of Pat’s body. All her curves were womanly, nice generously rounded hips. Her breasts were two creamy orbs topped with the most succulent cherries I have ever seen.

Pat then slid her heavenly body onto the top of our bed and just wiggled her index finger at me. I was across the room in way less than a flash, quickly as possible dropping my own tawdry togs in a straight line from where I had been to where I was going.

And I was going to devour the most succulent fruit I had seen in a long, long time. As I reached the bed I started to pry Pats knees apart. She stopped me with just a glance. Not right now Don she said. Come up here and kiss me and let me feel you enter me. I want to be one with you. I need to be as close to you as a woman can be to her man. I obliged her on both counts.

I slid my penis into her and if felt as if it had always belonged there. We slowly began to rock each other back and forth, the in and out of the lover’s ballet. Our rhythm became our love song, we needed no music, nor band. We were in our own world.

If I lived to be a million years old, we will never forget that night. The honeymoon simply turned into a three month long cruise. Well, maybe it wasn’t really a cruise since a lot of it was by motor coach. Pat bought a new thirty-seven foot class A motor home, a GPS, and ninety prepaid overnight stays at resort campgrounds along a preplanned route that took us to all four corners of this country.

We were young, we were financially secure and had lots of time to fuck off and be together. Oddly though, Pat did not once in the entire time mention the company, nor did I hear a word from either my business, now headed by my daughter, my engineer son, and son in law or anyone else from the firm. I began to get suspicious. There was a plot afoot my sixth sense was telling me.

On my first day back on the job, Michelle called me into her office. Oh, I forgot to mention that when I left on my honeymoon, she just slid in behind my desk only slowing down long enough to install a swivel chair more to her liking.

My boys, that is Brian (BS) and his bro in law had also been working on a project as well. It seems the boys had developed a new sensor type that can magnetically detect aircraft up to three hundred nautical miles away. And to make it even sweeter, the system is totally passive making it undetectable to the same aircraft being tracked. That means that as long as aircraft need engines made of ferrous metals current stealth technology is obsolete.

Well, the Navy and the Air Force both wanted versions of our system, and we held the sole patent and copyrights on both the concept and the design. Simply put, we are now seriously rich, and were set for the foreseeable future.

The three of them cornered me, and just sort of hinted that maybe they could handle the company now. Michelle pointed out that they had already been running the show for over ninety days.

They were all good kids, and each a professional in their own fields. Frankly, I was ready to slow down anyway. And to be honest, Pat’s hot body and her unquenchable libido were certainly good reasons to go into semi-retirement.

We did, however, do a lot more motor home traveling. We joined a couple of camping groups, some of their campgrounds are really upscale resorts, swanky places with huge club houses and even bigger pools. Most of them were also little Peyton Places. Who would have thought that kind of thing went on among senior citizens?

To make a long story short, we so loved the camping lifestyle we traded in our old (one year old) class A for a brand new turbo diesel pusher, custom manufactured to our (Pat’s) specifications. This thing has washer, dryer, a wet bar and double refrigerator. We didn’t need all that stuff at home, why not I argued, but Pat wanted it, so Pat got it. I do lover her so. I can’t deny her anything. We even added a large trailer so we could have a place to store more cloths, a four runner, and a car. This was really living.

We of course, formed some bonds with other campers along the way. One couple, Phillip and Doris Hollingsworth even suggest we try swinging with them. We, rather rudely laughed them out of our coach. We told them we hadn’t figured out how to fuck each other in every way we could think of, so there was no time to launch into another relationship. Sorry, we laughed right in their faces. Obviously, we never saw them again, nor did we need to. We still laugh about that to this day.

Some seven years later we were on our second custom built coach and had come back home to reload the coach and winterize the house once more before we headed out to Florida again to visit Patricia’s brother who was retired somewhere close to Orlando.

Well one of the things we always do when we come home is visit the dentist, get our dental cleaning done and get our annual checkups.

To make a long story short, I flunked out. My x-rays and blood work showed that somewhere along the road I had developed a liver cancer. Now liver cancer is particularly insidious. It dwells undetected for long years, but in the final stages really comes on strong. That pretty much sums up my current situation.

I lay here in some serious pain, the morphine drip keeps it below the screaming level. Pat has been my brave wife through this entire process. I am sure going to hate leaving her behind. She has been through so much, but it’s not like I have much say in this situation.

She sits here with me, day in and day out. She puts up with my grump, but now the pain seems to be going away. Did someone dim the lights? I ache every time I think that I’m going to be the second husband she’ll bury. A tear, maybe my last runs down me cheek.

Across my mind I again think of the three women who have made my life as full and as wonderful as it is.

My Shellie, who was vibrant and alive, a total spark plug; she was the love, sex, and exuberance of youth.

My Janet, who was mature love, my soul mate, the mother of my children, even if I wasn’t the biological father of the eldest, that didn’t matter to Michelle or to me. And last, but by no means any lessor,

My Patricia, my loving companion. We shared the harvest years of our lives, a love so deep and so mellow it could shake the foundations of the earth itself. I only hope that emotional bond we shared can somehow help heal the scars that life inflicted on her before we found each other.

Then as I looked up, the lights slowly dimmed.