Spring passed into summer, and summer into early fall. John and I became inseparable. We enjoyed each other’s company, both in the bedroom and out of it. We found ourselves spending so much time together that, when his lease came due in early August, he moved in with me. Gail and Mark, my friends who had been at Tyler’s pig roast where John and I had met, and Sami, Carey, and Tina, the young girls from his office, all helped with the move. We had a great time, and celebrated our “housewarming” with a camping party in my back yard.

We began to live like a married couple, although our behavior was more like that of a pair of teenagers than of a couple who had forgotten how we had spent our fiftieth birthdays.

As in most relationships, there were a few inconveniences that we had to deal with, the most major of which was the fact that John’s work often required him to travel. Sometimes, he needed to make day trips, leaving at the crack of dawn to drive a few hours to a potential customer, spending the day making presentations and glad-handing, then driving home in time for a romantic late dinner and some phenomenal sex.

Other times, he had to travel farther. On the mornings when he would have to leave, I would always lick him awake, and then we would make love. Our fun would continue in the shower, and on a few occasions he almost missed his flights.

Most times, he would have to be away for a few days at a time, but occasionally, he would be gone for a week. We always talked on the phone several times a day, and “phone sex” in the evenings served as a substitute for what we really wanted to do. I went through a lot of batteries with my rabbit while he was away. This became a constant source of amusement for us, so much so that I would sometimes call him in his hotel room and greet him by saying, “Mr. Rabbit and I just wanted to call and say hi!”

On John’s first overnight trip after he and I got together, he bought me a small gift to celebrate his homecoming, and gave it to me when we went to bed. This became a habit for us. When he would come home from a trip, I would meet him at the door dressed in some sexy outfit (or sometimes completely naked), and he would give me the small gift-wrapped trinket he had brought me. Since my rabbit was a source of comfort for me when John was away, he sometimes brought me a pack of batteries in a little gift box.

When John’s birthday approached, we were disappointed to learn that he would be spending the few days prior, out of town on one of his increasingly annoying trips. I was upset at first, but I said that I would make the evening of his birthday, after he arrived home, very, very special. I wouldn’t say anything more about what I had planned. Whenever he asked, I just gave him one of my by-now-familiar smoldering sidelong glances that told him that he was in for a major treat.


On the evening of my birthday, I pulled into the driveway around 9 pm. Jeanne and I had discussed the time I would arrive. We agreed that 9 o’clock was pretty late for dinner, so we had both already eaten. I walked in the front door and was greeted by dim lighting and soft music on the stereo. With the way the house is set up, I could see from the front door that there were torches lit on the patio out back. Since Jeanne did not appear to be in the house, I went to look outside.

As soon as I walked out the back door, she grabbed me from behind. “Happy Birthday, sweetheart!” she murmured in my ear. “Come see the present I got you. Well, actually, I got it for both of us.”

I turned and saw that Jeanne was dressed in a terry-cloth robe, and was holding one for me. Behind her on a secluded corner of the deck was a new steaming hot tub.

“Wanna get wet?” she asked with a smirk. She came to me and kissed me, holding me tight against her. Our tongues quickly started to dance, and her hands grabbed me by my ass, helping her to grind her robe-covered crotch against mine. Finally, she released me and said with a smile, “Get undressed.”

I wasted no time, and despite the cool autumn night air, I was warm in my new, badly tented terry cloth robe. Jeanne pulled two beers from a cooler she had carried out to the deck, set them on the edge of the hot tub, and dropped her robe. The light from the torches lit her face beautifully, and accented the curves of her voluptuous body.