RETIREMENT–PART 4

CHAPTER 16

We played golf together six days over the next two weeks and used the community pool on most of the others when I wasn’t playing with the Men’s League. Time flew until one day when we had just returned from the country club. I was in the bedroom changing out of my sweaty clothes when the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it,” Suzanne called out. She went to the door, opened it and stood there in shock for almost a minute before telling her visitor, “I guess you’d better come in.” She walked down the hallway to tell me I had a visitor. I could see the anxiety and concern in her face so I hugged her and stroked her face while I told her everything would be okay. “I’ve been expecting this. Trust me—everything will be fine.” I’d been expecting a visitor so I wasn’t at all surprised. I had just pulled up my shorts and slipped on my sandals when she walked into the room. In a minute I was walking up the hallway with her. “Go and get the file from my office, will you please? It’s on the right side of my desk. Thanks, darling.” I gave her butt a little pat when she turned. She turned her head and smiled as she disappeared into the room. I took the remaining steps to the living room.

“Hello, Sandra…I’ve been expecting you.”

“Don’t give me that, Robert. Who is THAT? And what is she doing in MY house?”

I waited until Suzanne had returned before answering. “To answer your first question, this lovely creature is my wife, Suzanne. Gorgeous, isn’t she?” I pulled her to me, wrapping my arm around her waist. “Now, to answer your second question, she lives here in HER house. It’s not yours any longer, Sandra. You and I were officially divorced three weeks ago and I was awarded the house. Apparently they take a dim view of desertion here in North Carolina, but that’s not why you’re here, is it? You’re here because you’re broke. Frank has stolen all your money.”

“How…how did you know?”

“It’s simple enough. Remember that I have access to your email. I saw the confirmation notices of all the sales that emptied your investment accounts. I doubted that you would do it so that leaves Frank—the big prick.” Suzanne couldn’t stifle a giggle and I pulled her even closer.

“Actually, Sandra I’m in a position to help you. You deserted me, but I didn’t desert you. Please sit down. Care for something to drink?”

“Yes, Sandra, please excuse my manners. Can I get you something?”

“I’ll have a Pepsi, darling.”

“Okay, coming right up, Bob.” Sandra was dumbstruck, but that was to be expected. Eventually she asked for an iced tea. I continued once Suzanne was back.

“As it happens I know exactly where Frank is even though he’s there under another name. Janet came here after you left to complain to me, claiming that none of it would have happened if I had gone along with the swinging and to tell me that they were broke. Did you notice the foreclosure sign on their lawn?

“I learned later that her complaints were all a lie—part of their con. I gave her money to get to her sister’s and then I had a private detective keep an eye on her. Initially I was concerned for her well being, but about two months ago she moved out of her sister’s place and into an expensive house of her own which was interesting considering she has never worked a single day. She also bought a brand new car—a Lexus—paying cash. I checked your email when I got the report and noticed the first of the sales notifications. That account had more than two million in it. I told the detective to step up his surveillance then.

“He did a background search and you’ll never guess what he found. Frank Sturgis isn’t his real name. He is really Vincent Farley and he’s done this before—twice, but you were their biggest score. There are warrants out for him in two other states. I checked the email every day and funneled info to the detective who has been working with the Sheriff. I’m sorry, Suzanne, but he suggested keeping you out of it. Mr. Farley/Sturgis has become violent in the past. The less you knew the better. Now he has contacted the FBI and I suspect that Vincent and Janet—that is her real name—will be arrested soon. I also know that Frank forged your signature which will make the brokerage firm at least partially responsible for the loss. My attorney has been working on that, too.

“You and I have to deal with our joint account. I suggest we split it 50-50. That should give you enough to live on until the stolen money can be returned. Is that agreeable?”

“I guess.” I took that as an affirmative so I phoned our financial advisor. He faxed the necessary paperwork. We drove to Joe Berger’s office to have the signatures notarized. I sent everything back by FedEx. Sandra had her money less than a week later. She stayed with us in the small bedroom until then. We had a visit from my friends, the sheriff’s office detectives, just before she was due to leave.

“Hi, Mr.Young—your ex-wife here? I was told she would be.”

‘Yes, just a second. Nice to see you again, Detective.”

“Same here—good to see you’ve healed up since the last time. I’d like to speak with you privately once this is done.”

“Okay, here’s Sandra now.”

“Ms. Young, I’m Detective Ross. I’ve been handling the liaison between the Sheriff and the FBI on the matter of your stolen funds. I have to tell you—you really owe your ex-husband a big thank you. We caught Mr. Farley just as he was about to leave on a long vacation. I’m not so sure he would ever have come back and if he disappeared your money was going to disappear, too. We found documents showing deposits of more than $6,000,000.”

“Oh, God–he stole almost eight million from me.”

“That’s not surprising, Ma’am. It’s our experience that these people go on spending sprees that defy description. The house alone cost almost a million. Of course, you’ll get that and I assume you’ll be able to sell it to recoup most of your losses. They also bought new cars—a Lexus for each—and jewelry. You’ll need an attorney to help you through this.” We spoke for more than thirty minutes before he asked me to step outside.

“I didn’t want to say anything in front of your ex. It looks like your torturers are trying for a plea bargain. The D.A. is willing to drop all the assault charges, but insists on the sexual battery, the rape, and drug charges. They should get a minimum of ten years on those charges. However, they want all the sexual charges dropped, but the D.A. says that isn’t going to happen so I don’t know what’s going to happen. Right now I’d say it’s going to trial, but that could change tomorrow. I do know that they are terrified about being in jail. Their bail is pretty high and nobody has come forward to pay it, not even their parents.

“What’s going to happen with your ex?”

“She’s leaving for a furnished apartment tomorrow morning, but I’m going to take her to see Joe Berger first. If he can’t help her I’m sure he’ll know someone who can.” I thanked him for coming and for all his help before returning to my wife and my ex.

Having Sandra under the same roof as us was interesting. Suzanne and I had just turned in the first night when she climbed onto my body. She pulled my shirt over my head and pushed my boxers down past my ankles. “You do know she’ll be able to hear us, don’t you?”

“Of course, I want her to hear. I want her to know what she’s lost and how much I love it. I do love sex with you. I love the sensation of your hard cock within me. I think tomorrow we should do anal again.”

“Oh God, what have I done? I’ve turned an innocent young woman into an anal slut. Good thing I’m married to her.” I couldn’t keep a straight face and soon we were giggling and kissing. Then Suzanne straddled my hips and pulled my hard cock into her. Her moaning was unusually loud tonight and she took it on herself to scream when her orgasm hit.

I was seated at the kitchen table the following morning when Sandra walked in. “Help yourself to a cup of coffee.”

“This sucks—a guest in my own house.”

“Listen, Sandra if you’re so uncomfortable feel free to leave at any time. You weren’t satisfied with what I could give you and you ran off with someone whose only redeeming quality was a big cock. Let’s face it; that’s all he had. He was a stupid and crude man and he still is—and need I mention that his only real interest was your money. ”

Suzanne strolled in, a huge smile on her face. “I’m more than satisfied with what Bob has to offer, Sandra.”

“So I heard…several times last night. Don’t you two ever sleep?”

“Sure,” I replied, “but remember that we’re honeymooners. Speaking of which—want to go someplace for a honeymoon, darling? I have a couple of ideas, but maybe we should wait until this mess is straightened out.”

“That’s a great idea, Bob. How about a golf vacation? Then we could play every day.”

I laughed at her play on words. “Yes, I do think we should play every day.” I couldn’t help but smile when Suzanne realized exactly what she had said. We finished our breakfast and Suzanne drove us to Berger’s office. He knew exactly what to do and assured Sandra he’d be able to have the authorities return her funds. It would take a while, but probably not more than a month. We returned home, Suzanne and I to play golf and Sandra to sit around the house. It was much more fun being with a woman who shared my interests and I had to admit—Suzanne was much better in bed. I had thought that Sandra was great, but in comparison—well, actually there was no comparison.

That night we retired a bit early primarily to give Suzanne an enema. I lubed the nozzle and pressed it into her anus as I rubbed her globes and kissed her back. We talked as if nothing was happening while her bowel received the two quarts of warm water. I watched as she expelled it into the bowl. She really was an incredible woman. I never dreamed I’d be doing anything like this. Once done she led me to the shower where we washed each other tenderly, joking and giggling as we kissed and touched each other.

Suzanne wanted to try it doggie style so she was on her hands and knees, her head down against a pillow. Standing at the side of the bed I used my left hand to lubricate her anus. The first finger penetrated her, rubbing the lube into her muscular ring. Five minutes later I added finger number two and a bit later the third. I pushed into her cunt, finding her wet and hot, eager to receive me. She spread her legs even farther, inviting me into her body. I pumped her hard for a couple of minutes before pulling out and replacing my fingers in her ass mid-stroke.

Once in her butt I wiped my hand on a towel and reached forward to pinch and roll her nipples as I kissed and nibbled her back, leaving tiny bite marks as signs of our passion.