The Secret Sandy

THE SECRET SANDY

This is the story of an experience I had about 25 years ago. I’ve never told anyone about this because it would have caused a lot of problems for various people if those various people ever found out. The names are changed, and the dialogue is paraphrased, but I remember most of this like it was yesterday so it is fairly accurate to the way things happened.

My name is Rob, and as I write this I am 53 years old. In 1983 I was twenty-six years old with blond hair, blue eyes, and as a distant runner had a slim build: six feet, 165 pounds. I married a girl named Jill. She was an attractive, outgoing twenty-five year old: 5’7”, 125 pounds, brown hair, big brown eyes and small but perky tits. She was a knockout and she knew it. The marriage was a mistake from the start and it was one of those situations where everyone knew it but me. It started going downhill after a year or so, and after about two years I found out she was screwing some guy at her office and that was pretty much the end of it.

She moved out of the house and I was always grateful for that because I would have been the type to stick it out as long as I could have and things could have gotten much more complicated. At the time we had no kids and our only asset to fight over was the house which was decided I would keep and pay her for her share. It would be a rather smooth divorce.

Once she left and the word got out about our separation friends started calling to see how I was doing and offer support. I got calls from my old friends, several of our mutual friends, and even two of Jill’s childhood friends. Just about everyone who called agreed on one thing: Jill was an idiot.

A couple weeks after she left me, Jill’s mother called me. Sandy was in her fifties at the time, perhaps fifty-three or fifty-four. She had been divorced from Jill’s father for years and was remarried to a man named Rick, who I also got along well with. She was attractive like her daughter, blonde, about the same height and slim, perhaps ten pounds heavier than Jill with the same brown eyes. Her boobs were only a little bigger than Jill’s, but still looked pretty firm. She had a body that she’d definitely taken care of. We had always gotten along fine, in fact I’d only met her once when she told Jill that it was okay to marry me, and from the beginning Sandy insisted I call her by her first name. Jill and I would visit her mother’s house on holidays and go with Sandy to her condo at the beach. We could always talk easily, our relationship always warm, proper and respectful.

The phone call was pretty much like the others I’d received from everyone else: How are you feeling, how is your family, are you alright, etc. She told me how sorry she was, and talked about Jill, how she doesn’t know what she’s doing, how she is confused, blah blah, blah. We talked about ten minutes, I thanked her for calling and we hung up.

A month or so later she called me again. It started the same way as the previous call, asking how I was doing, how is the family, things like that. Then she changed the direction of conversation and caught me a little by surprise.

“Have you been seeing anyone,” she asked.

I hesitated briefly and replied, “Oh, not really.” I had actually been seeing two different women since right after Jill left, but my lawyer had told me that if I started seeing anyone to be discreet until the divorce was settled.

“Oh come on, Rob, you can tell me. I know your marriage is definitely over. I’m not telling anyone, especially not Jill, I feel terrible she left you in the first place. I just care about you and I want to see you move on, you deserve better. So tell me are you seeing anyone?”

“Well, yeah, I am.” I trusted her.

“Okay, good. Now what’s her name?”

“Actually I’ve been seeing a couple different women,” I replied.

“Ooh, now we’re getting somewhere,” Sandy said. I chuckled at this, loosening up a little. “So what are their names and how did you meet?”

“Well one is named Denise, I met her through work. The other is Geri, and I met her through the baseball league. I coached her son on the all star team.”

Sandy sounded surprised. “You coached teen-agers, she must be somewhat older than you.”

“Yeah, she is. Well, they both are.”

“Really? How old are they?”

“Denise is 36, Geri is 41.”

“Wow Rob, I didn’t know you liked that older pussy!” Sandy said. This surprised me…I had never heard her talk like that. This loosened me up some more.

I laughed and said, “Well, they’re not complaining about having that younger dick!”

We both laughed. She responded, “That must keep you busy on the weekends juggling both of them.”

“Oh not really, just depends. They have kids to keep them busy,” I said. “Much of the time our plans are just kind of spur of the moment.”

There was an awkward silence for a few beats before Sandy continued. “Rob, let me ask you a question. Do you have plans this Saturday night?”

“Not yet,” I replied.

“Listen. I’m going down to the condo at the beach this weekend. I’m going down Friday night to check on the place and I’m staying to attend a condo association meeting on Monday night. Why don’t you drive down on Saturday afternoon, I’ll take you out to dinner and we can talk. I’d love to catch up and hear all about your business and all of these women you are seeing.”

I started to mumble something and she cut me off.

“Don’t worry; no one else will be there, just me. You know I wouldn’t pull anything like that. It’s just that after all that’s happened it would be nice to see you again instead of everything ending on a sour note. What do you say?”

“What time were you thinking?”

“Why don’t you come down late afternoon, three or four o’clock. We can have a couple drinks, chat and then walk across the street for dinner.” She was referring to a favorite seafood house about a block from her condo.

“Well, okay, figure on me getting there around four. But you don’t have to pay for dinner.”

“I invited you, so I’m paying. I’m looking forward to it. So I’ll see you around four?”

I agreed that four o’clock was good. We said our goodbyes, and I hung up shaking my head. It struck me that now that her daughter and I were divorcing, she wouldn’t be my mother-in-law much longer. And the conversation we’d just finished had moved past mother-in-law/son-in-law territory.
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On Saturday I had to leave at around two-thirty to get to the condo by four o’clock. Sandy lived in the city about three hours from the beach and my house was about midpoint between the two. I showered, put on some jeans and a light blue shirt with running shoes all over it that she’d given me the previous Christmas.

Traffic was light. It was late fall so beach traffic was minimal. I arrived at Sandy’s condo right at four o’clock. Her building was the type where the parking was on ground level under the building and the units started on the second floor. Being off-season there were only a few cars. I pulled in next to her blue Volvo.

I walked up two flights of stairs and over to her door. I hesitated and took a breath. I felt like through that door would be another dimension. I could feel on the phone earlier in the week that Sandy and I had reached a new level of communication. I felt from her a sincerity and trust that I never had with her daughter. It was a good feeling, but still awkward. I didn’t know what to expect. I knocked on her door.

The door swung open and there she was: more beautiful than ever. Her blonde hair was longer than before. It hung past her shoulders and was parted in the middle with a new added frizz. She had on sleek black pants and a soft tan sweater. The outfit clung to her curves and the sweater came down to just below her waist to rest on her butt. “Well, what a surprise! Rob’s on time!” see joked.

I said, “That’s because I don’t have Jill with me!”

We laughed and she ushered me in, we hugged and she kissed me on the cheek as always.
“Come on in, sit down. I was about to pour a glass of wine, what would you like, a beer?”

“Beer’s fine.” I walked over to the glass doors and looked out at the Atlantic Ocean. The sun was lower now and blocked by the high rises so the beach was in gray twilight.

Sandy walked up beside me and handed me my beer. “You’ll never get tired of this view,” I said. Then I turned to her and added, “I like your hair.”

“Do you? Oh Thank You. I thought I’d grow it out for the winter and see how it looked. Well, come on, have a seat. Let’s catch up on things. And I promise: No Jill!”

We sat on the sofa facing the glass doors and the ocean beyond and we talked for two hours and three drinks. We talked about a lot of things. She asked about my family, my business, and my hobbies. She told me about her job as an Instructor of Nursing, about Rick’s job as a plant manager, about Rick’s endless list of projects around the house. We talked and laughed about many things, but we didn’t mention Jill, and she didn’t ask about my girlfriends.

At a little after six we left to go to dinner. It was cool out, but the restaurant wasn’t far away so we didn’t wear jackets. We had to walk a block to the highway then cross to the other side. When a break in traffic occurred she grabbed my hand and called “Let’s go, run!” and we scooted across the road hand in hand. That was a first. As we entered the restaurant she was a couple strides ahead of me and I again admired her tasteful dress, trim body and sweet ass.

We were seated promptly in a cozy booth in the corner. We ordered another wine and beer and when the drinks arrived Sandy proposed a toast to my future success and happiness and then I toasted her with something just as lame. Then after a couple minutes of idle chit chat and talking about the menu we had both seen a dozen times, she finally got around to what I knew was coming.

“So,” Sandy said, lowering her voice. “Tell me about these older women you’re fucking.”

Wow! Another word I’d never heard her use. First pussy, now fuck. Wonder what other colorful words she has in her repertoire? Again I was caught off guard, and I smiled, looked down and shook my head.

“Oh come on, for God’s sake. I may be a mother-in-law but I’m not a prude. You started to tell me about these women the other night, so don’t tease me. Tell me the rest of the story. You might as well go all the way.”

There she goes again. She had this thing she would sometimes do with her left eye, a flicker or a half-wink, that she would do when she was sharing a joke or a secret with somebody. And she did it then when she said ‘go all the way’. I smiled at her wordplay and again looked down at the table. She may have thought I was blushing, but I wasn’t. I just felt uneasy because I was sitting across from my still mother-in-law having this conversation, and I had just realized and admitted to myself that I wanted to fuck her.

I looked up at her face, a foxy and mature replica of Jill’s. I stared into her piercing brown eyes and they stared right back. “Alright,” I said. “I’ll go all the way. I just hope I don’t come prematurely.”

She loudly burst out laughing at that, then covered her mouth and turned red when some people at a nearby table looked over. She continued laughing quietly and I grinned as her eyes bore into mine. Fortunately, around that time the waitress came and took our orders.

“Well…” she said after a few moments of dead air.

I sipped my beer. “Where do you want me to start?”

“Start with the baseball mom, what’s her name?”

“Geri.”

“Geri. How old is Geri?”

“Forty or forty-one, maybe forty-two. She told me she got married at nineteen and she has a twenty-one year old daughter, I’m just not sure of the time frame.”

“And her son is…”

“He’ll be sixteen next month.”

“So,” Sandy said, sipping wine. “Tell me all about Geri.”

“Not much to tell. She’s divorced twice with two older kids. They live in a little old house a few blocks from mine. She was a very active mom in the league. She used to come to all the games dressed in shorts and halters and tank tops and drive the coaches and umpires crazy.”

“Does she have a good body?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said with emphasis.

“How did you start seeing her?”

“I just rode my bicycle over past her house a few times until I saw her and we and started talking.