Being taught how to love again_(1)

My life had been a complete bore these last two years, since my wife died. Here I am, a 50 year old man, who works way too much, lives alone, and has not had a need to date. It’s not that I miss companionship, but the thought of finding someone to date, seems to be monumental at my age.

After spending 27 years with my one true love, and raising our 26 year old daughter, it just doesn’t seem right to place that all behind me and find someone new to write a new chapter with. My daughter says I really should start looking for someone to share life with, now that she has moved out, and living her life.

My name is Mike, and as I said, 50 years old, 5’ 10, 175 pounds, brown hair, with a touch of gray on the sides. I bike daily, just to stay in shape, except the winter time, where I use the treadmill in the basement. I own my own accounting business and have been pretty successful, employing 3 others in the office.

I have a nice home that is out on the country, but I will admit, it is a bigger place than one person needs, but I cannot give up something my wife and I worked so hard to achieve. It was a 1920’s farm house, with 4 bedrooms, huge kitchen, that opens to the dining room, and after remodeling, also opens to what was the living room, but is now called the family room.

At first, it had one bathroom on the 2nd floor, but after all the remodeling, we snuck one down on the main floor, then shortened one of the bedrooms upstairs, to make a master bath off of our bedroom. We did all of this over many years, but it was mostly done by my wife, and myself, except for the plumbing and electrical.

We also made a 1500 square foot out building for our hobby’s. Hers was pottery, and mine was woodworking. I recently gave all of her equipment to the high school, which they gladly accepted for their art classes. We also have an in ground pool and hot tub, which used to be used a great deal by us, and our friends.

We had, what I guess many viewed, as the perfect marriage. We always did everything together, hardly ever argued, but always made it a point, to never go to bed mad at each other. We were both highly sexual, and always made time for love making, and even down and dirty sex.

Early on, we were introduced to the nudist lifestyle, and loved it, and even our daughter was, and still is, a nudist. About 10 years into our marriage, and hanging with like minded friends, we also got into swinging with them, which really did enhance our own sex life. Although we did keep that part of our life separate from normal life and I do not believe our daughter knew of it.

So, finding a person who could be so bold to accept that style of life, and for me to even want another person to share things with, is something I just don’t believe will ever happen. I have been set up on dates, by friends of mine, but they never seem to go anywhere. Most of the women have been divorced, and quite skeptical of dating themselves, or they want to rush into a relationship.

Many times, over the last two years, wives of the friends we always hung with would come over with food, and say, “I got a person I’d like you to meet”, or something like that. I would just chuckle and say, not really interested just yet, just to be polite. One friend of ours, Joan, whom we had swung with, said she could help me out, sexually. I said, “ Joan, although the offer sounds good, I just couldn’t do that with you, not knowing how Bill would feel”. She said, “ Oh Mike, Bill would be fine with it, plus I have always enjoyed the great sex we have shared”.

I rebuffed her advances on a few occasions, but did promise her that if I ever met someone, and they wanted that lifestyle too, we could then resume our playtime, and god was she good in bed.

But now, how my life has changed. My daughter Kylie, is best friends with Katrina, who happened to get married not too long ago. Kylie and Katrina became best friends in high school and have been ever since then. The type of friendship that if one was around, the other was sure to be there as well.

We thought of Katrina as another daughter to us. Her parents are very nice too, and we became good friends with them as well, and used to have them over quite a bit for cookouts and dinners, but they were never playmates of ours. They came from Croatia 20 some years ago, and are some of the friendliest people we knew.

Mikael, or as we call him, Mike, is a super nice guy, owns his business, which is a truck repair service, and his wife Mirianna, is a stay at home mom, but now does volunteer work at the hospital. They do have thick accents, but after a bit, you can understand them pretty good. My wife and Mirianna became close friends over the years, which made both girls very happy.

We used to go to many a party at their place, or some hall, and most times, the others there, were of Croatian decent and when they talk, we had no clue what was said, lol. But their parties were always fun and enjoyable.

A few years back, before my wife got sick, Mike had always admired a wine bar I had. So for that Christmas, I made them one that was similar to mine, and they were super happy. Mike desperately wanted to pay for it, but I wouldn’t hear of it, it was a gift. He said one day, he would repay my kindness.

About two months ago Katrina got married. Katrina is a beautiful young woman, just as my daughter is. She is 5’6, maybe 120 pounds, and just a gorgeous young person, inside and out. I really did not care for her pick in a husband. He just seemed lazy to me, and no shock here, her dad felt the same, but gave his blessing anyways.

Kylie was her maid of honor, which also, was no surprise there. Both girls are brown hair, shoulder length, and my daughter is also 5’6 and weighs about the same, except, she is a C cup breast, where Katrina is maybe B cup. They both looked gorgeous that day, and I was so proud of them both.

The wedding itself was over two hours long, which is customary for an Orthodox Catholic wedding. Damn it was long, but I guess that’s how it is over in Europe. I was placed the row behind Mike and Mirianna, and was next to this gorgeous little blond lady, who I found out, was Mike’s cousin.

After the wedding, we all went to the reception, and I was placed at a table, that was set for six people. I knew the few that were already seated, because of party’s Mike had thrown before, but I rarely talked to them before. I always felt like an outsider when we went to those parties.

Then the cute little blond appeared, with this other lady, and came to our table. Mirianna came over and introduced me to them, along with the others already seated, in case I forgot their names, which I did, and really couldn’t pronounce their names anyways.

Mirianna introduced me to Mike’s cousin Janna (Yaw na is how you would say it). The other lady was Sveltyana, or, as I learned later, just Svelty. Janna is blond, 5’2, 125 pounds, gorgeous blue eyes, and easy 36D breasts. She was wearing this tight black dress, where the top was almost see through, but had on, I am guessing here, a black bra to go with it. She had a great ass, and shapely legs that looked very sexy.

I noticed that the name plate next to me, was her name, and so she sat right next to me. We exchanged hello’s and she asked who I was here with, and I said that I was alone, but that my daughter, Kylie, was in the wedding party. She just gushed about Kylie, and how nice she is and just loves her. She said she wished her son lived here still, she would love to see them together.

I asked where her husband was, and then she told me that he had died, four years ago from cancer. I told her that my wife passed away two years ago. She reached over and patted my hand and said how sorry she was to hear that, and I too gave my condolences to her. Her accent was not as thick as her cousin’s, and came to find out, she has been over here since she was a teenager.

Mike came around with a bottle, which I found out, was a plum brandy and said I needed to take a drink, for it would bring good luck. I am not a big drinker, especially when it comes to hard liquor, and usually have a beer at events like this, but I took the shot, as did Janna, and we toasted.

I then excused myself, so I could get a beer at the bar and asked if any of the others wanted anything. The other couple who was with us, did not want anything, but Svelty and Janna wanted wine.

As I walked up to the bar, I saw Mike and asked him if they were trying to set me up with Janna. He put on a face like, who Me?, but then laughed and said, “Mike, she is good lady, and you are good man in need of some company, so just go with flow and enjoy”. I just chuckled and said ok. He laughed and said, see, I told you I would repay you, then laughed and walked off.

Dinner was excellent, with a choice of veal parmesan or filet mignon. Janna and I both went for the filet. She was definitely the chatty Cathy type, telling me stories about her growing up and then about Mike. But, it was fun listening to her, and she could keep a conversation going. Since her husband’s death, she took a job as a secretary at a law office in the city near where I live.

Come to find out, she lives a few miles from me, which is close to where Mike and Mirianna live. As we were finishing eating, Mirianna stopped by, and then told Janna that I was the one who built the wine bar she just adores.

After that, she asked if I could build her one too, and I said of course. She asked how much, because she was willing to pay well for it. I said, let’s get together and see what exactly you want, and then we’ll discuss price. So we exchanged phone numbers and told me to call her when I have the time, and that she is always home in the evening, after five, and then all weekends. I am thinking to myself, there is no way this gorgeous thing is always home, some lucky guy has to be taking her out.

Then they had the traditional bridal dance going on. I saw Kylie dancing with the Best Man, but could tell, she was not enjoying it. People started moving out on the dance floor then, so I decided to save my daughter, and walked out and asked to cut in. I could tell the guy want to happy about it, but tough shit, she is my daughter.

Once I had my daughter in my arms, I asked her if she was alright. She chuckled and said thank you for saving me, he is such an asshole, and if he touches my ass one more time, I am going to break his arm off and beat him with it. I laughed and said, well, then I guess I don’t have to worry about a wedding anytime soon. She laughed and said no way, not with him, and if I had a choice between my dildo and him, the dildo wins every time.

I said Kylie, some things a father does not need to know. She laughed and said, daddy, I have seen the one’s mom had in her dresser, so I know you guys used those too, and they do beat going without it. I laughed and said, how do you know what mom had. She said she showed me on a few occasions and suggested what type to get. I said, way too much info there kiddo.

Then Kylie asked how I was getting along with Janna, and I said just fine. She said you two look cute together, and you better dance with her tonight. I said, look Kitten, I am not sure I am ready for that. Kylie said Dad, what better time to start seeing if you can find that special someone again, then pleaded, try it for me please. I said I would.

I then danced with Katrina and she was so glad I came. I told her I wouldn’t miss my other daughter’s wedding for anything, even if I think her husband is a tool bag, though I left off the commentary. She then asked what I thought of Janna. I said, oh no, you too? She said yeah, and said look Mike, you have mourned long enough, time to start living. She said Janna is fun, very open minded, and just enjoys life. No one said to get married, but a companion to do things with, and yes, be romantic with, could be a good thing.

After that dance, they started with fast dancing, not my forte, but for some reason, I asked Janna to join me, and she gladly accepted. We danced many a song that night. I also danced with Mirianna and of course she asked if I was going ask Janna out. I told her I would see.

Then around 11pm, most of the groom’s side was leaving, with just Mike and Mirianna’s side there now, and most of the wedding party. I noticed my daughter was keeping company with this one young man, who Janna told me was her nephew. They danced quite a bit. Then they started playing Croatian folk music and the family really started partying. I was even pulled into some of the dances, which I had no idea what I was doing.

The party finally ended around 1am. I watched as my daughter was being escorted to her car by Tomas. I too, escorted Janna to her car. I thanked her for a lovely time, and then somehow found the courage to ask if she would like to do dinner some evening.

She stood on her toes and kissed me on the lips and said she would enjoy that greatly. I said great, and that I would call her to make arrangements. Then she said, please do not forget about coming to see about making me a bar. I said I would call her tomorrow then. She smiled, got in her car and drove away.



As I went to bed, my thoughts of a new woman entered my mind, for the first time in a long time. Since Joanna died, masturbating was my only release, and that was only on occasion, but with always memories of Joanna and how we enjoyed our sex life.

She was a dynamo when it came to sex. She loved trying new ways, or using toys. If it was a position or style we did not really care for, we did not do it again, but those were far and few between. She loved oral, giving and receiving, and we both loved exchanging our juices with one another kissing after wards.

She loved to make love, with very little talking, but plenty of moans, and I usually let her guide us in what type of sex we were going to do at any given time. But, she also could become quite slutty, and loved talking, and hearing all the dirty words.

But tonight, I let my mind wander to Janna, and how she would be in bed. I already knew that Euro’s think of sex differently, then what us americans are raised to believe, especially if you are Catholic, which is, for procreation. To the Euro’s, as I have been told, yes, sex is to show love, but it is also for showing your partner the fun part of life. So naturally, I am wondering what Janna looks like nude, how her nipples would react to my tongue and lips, or how her pussy would taste.

It did not take long for me to cum that night, and for once, hoping I would get the chance to experience this blond headed minx.

The next day, after waking, and doing my normal chores that I do on the weekend, I decided to give her a call. She answered on the 2nd ring. After some light chit chat of the previous evening, I asked when I could meet with her and see what she would like made. She said for me to come over in about an hour. She gave me her address and I said I would see her soon.

I changed into khaki shorts and a dark blue polo, and then left. I arrived at the hour mark, and was greeted, after I rang her door bell, by a gorgeous sight. Janna was wearing very short, cutoff jeans, and a pink halter top. She said please excuse her outfit, but she just threw this on because she was out, sunning herself, and had to straighten the house up.

Her house was a modest 3 bedroom ranch, with a large kitchen and family room. Everything in it was up to date, with lots of woodwork that you see in very expensive homes. She gave me a tour of her house, and I as I walked by the French Doors, leading to her deck, I could see the big towel laid out for sunbathing.

As we toured, she had taken hold of my hand and led me around. I remember from the night before, she is the type that is touchy feely when she talks with you. She offered me an ice tea, which I accepted, and she had one too, and we sat down and talked.

We talked a lot about family and our kids mostly. Her Tomas was one person she was so proud of. Working on Wall Street, and living in Manhattan. Her daughter, who is now married and living in Florida, seemed to be a bit of a disappointment to her. Janna did not like her son in law, but respected her daughters desire to be with him.

Time flew by as we talked about so much, trying to cram years of living into a small space of time that day. Around 4pm, I asked if she would show me what she wanted made. So she got up and brought me a rough sketch of what she envisioned. I asked where it was going, and she showed me.

Then I took another sheet of paper and drew out how I saw it. She said yes, that’s it exactly. I said, it would be fun to build. She asked what I thought I would charge. I thought for a minute, knowing that it could cost up to 500 bucks, if I wanted to sell it, but for her, I told her just the cost of the wood and accessories. She said No, I must pay for your time. I said, Ok, how about making me dinner one night.

She laughed and said, she was going to do that anyways, if I would come one night. I said great, then that’s the payment. She said that she would feel awful if I was not paid, but I told her that I never charge friends for this type of work, because this is a hobby and passion of mine. She smiled and said, oh, I love a passionate man. As she said this, her hand was rubbing my one forearm lightly, which was sending a tingle throughout my body.

I then asked if she was hungry, and she said yes, starved actually.