Tim
I purposely pulled up to the valet parking, leaving Amanda’s door right next to the stand. She looked at me and grinned before popping open her door, placing her right foot on the ground, and holding out her hand for the valet to help her from her seat. He was probably no older than eighteen and openly gawked when he realized that she wasn’t wearing any panties with her dress hiked up to her hips and her legs wide open.
I saw his face gradually turn darker shades of red as he hesitated to grab her hand and help her out of the car. Finally, he grasped it as she brought her left leg out and gradually lost his view. I moved around the car swiftly, stuffing my keys and a twenty in his free hand while removing Amanda’s hand from his other.
As soon as I had her, I pulled Amanda close and kissed her passionately before we walked inside the restaurant.
“You loved that, didn’t you?” Amanda cooed in my ear as we walked inside.
“Probably just as much as you did. I saw how you hesitated before bringing out your other foot and closing those sensuous thighs of yours. That boy won’t be right until he has sex with his girlfriend again, and even then, he’ll never forget that view, and neither will I.”
Amanda
I hadn’t had this good a time since before I was married, and I owed it all to Tim. He was an amazing man and lover, and I never wanted to let him go. After we sat down to eat, several ladies whom I used to know stopped by to say hello. It was an obvious ploy to get a better look at Tim since they were basically salivating at the sight of him. To his credit, Tim caught on quickly and moved his chair right up against mine and placed his hand high up on my thigh while they spoke.
After the first one left, I turned to him and kissed him wantonly before expressing, “When the next one comes, and another will, feel free to move higher up my thigh and even tickle my pussy, if you like, while they jabber on.”
“You mean like this?” Tim inquired with his lips millimeters from mine while his hand gradually moved all the way up my leg until his pinkie was lying against my clit. He let it just lie there while staring deeply into my eyes and kissing me lightly.
My entire body was buzzing at the brink while I tried to focus and gather my wits. Finally, my hands moved upward and gathered in his hair to pull his lips tighter against mine. As I began to maul his face, our server appeared with our food. I gently pulled away, but his hand stayed in place the whole time.
“Are you going to keep your hand there while we eat?” I muttered with a dirty little grin on my face.
“Well, you told me to put it there,” Tim replied before pausing to wiggle his pinkie against my very warm and stiff clit. After my eyes shuttered from the attention my puss was getting, he continued, “And I always try to do what I’m told,” while returning a naughty smile of his own.
As we both began to eat, another fake friend approached with an ‘ahem’ to get our attention. Tim and I had seen her coming, but pretended that we hadn’t, hoping that she’d just go away.
“Sorry to bother you, Amanda, but I just wanted to say hello,” the woman whose name I couldn’t immediately recall offered.
We both looked toward her, and Tim pivoted in his seat just slightly, which drew her eye toward the placement of his hand on my bare thigh. She openly gawked as he gently pulled my leg open a little further, so that she had a better view.
“Oh, hello,” I offered in a cheery voice, and added, “I’m a bit embarrassed, but I can’t seem to recall your name.”
“Madelaine,” she mumbled while she continued to leer, as Tim’s fingers toyed with my cunt.
Minutes seemed to pass by, but I’m sure it was only seconds, before I came right there in the restaurant. Feeling it nearing, I pressed my face into Tim’s neck as Madelaine watched on. When my climax hit, I felt Tim’s hand pull my thighs even wider while cum pulsed from my overstimulated puss. His actions seemed to heighten my senses even more, knowing that someone else could see everything.
With my orgasm fading, I felt Tim close my thighs completely before covering me up as much as possible. Lingering with my face still pressed against him, I whispered, “Is she still there?”
“Yes, and I think she has some questions,” Tim whispered back.
“Tell her to… forget it, I’ll talk to her,” I stumbled over my words, while turning to face her. “Hello Madelaine, do you have a question?”
“Ummm… I, uh… can I call you later?” she babbled, obviously embarrassed.
“Sure,” I replied succinctly.
Tim
“Did I cause you a problem with all of that?”
“Mmm, no… no problem at all, you sexy bastard!”
“Are you sure?” I questioned sincerely.
“The only person whose thoughts I am concerned with right now is yours. Everyone else can kiss my ass. There is not a person in this overpriced shithole that is even remotely real, and my time in that world is long past. I only brought you here to tease these bitches by showing you off, and now that we’ve done that and had a bite to eat, I think it’s time to get back to my place, where you can give me some more of that wonderful cock of yours.”
I turned and caught the waitress’s eye to let her know that we needed our check. We ate a little bit more of our food before she showed up with it, which I paid for in cash. With Amanda’s hip pressed against mine, we moved toward the door and out to the valet stand. Amanda’s favorite carhop was already grabbing my keys and running off for the car before we even arrived. We stood there snuggled up close and kissing on and off, when the car pulled up.
I’d barely had the chance to move forward a step or two when he bolted from the driver’s seat and quickly opened Amanda’s door for her. I led her to her seat and moved around to mine as she again teased the poor young man maliciously. I watched through the windows as she hiked up her dress around her hips before moving into her seat, again leaving her right leg out for a couple of beats to expose her goodies to him once more.
As I pulled away, Amanda asked, “Did you see the bulge in his pants?”
“Yes, I did. And it was your hot body and the way that you used it that did that to him. You should be proud! I know that I am.”
“So, am I a common trollop now to be shown off to any unsuspecting ogler?”
“Do you want to be?”
Moving up against me as we sat at a light, she sensually muttered in my ear, “Yesss, very much so, as long as I’m with you.”
Amanda
Tim drove back to my house, and I pulled him to my bedroom and stripped him down before shedding my dress. We spent the rest of the day naked and engaged in some form of sexual bliss. I finally let him rest around eight pm while I went to the kitchen and whipped something up for dinner. With a modest meal on the table, I found him in the shower and jumped in to join him. We played a little while I reminded him of the food waiting for us. Cleaned from my head to my toes by my wonderful new man, we finally jumped out, dried off, and donned some shorts and shirts.
I led Tim into the dining room, and he paused at the scene before him. You see, I’d decorated the table with flowers and several candles.
“Wow, you really went all out, didn’t you? How long was I asleep, anyway?”
“This is just the beginning for you and me, but I will never be able to repay you for all your kindness and love. And before you say that it was really nothing, just know that you’ve treated me better than any human being I’ve ever known, and for that I owe you everything! I am going to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much I care about you,” I offered with tears streaming down my cheeks.
Tim pulled me in tight, and true to form, didn’t say a word. I loved how he listened and held me without needing to comment right away. He softly stroked my head while leaving soft kisses all over my face. We stood there for several minutes as my tears gradually ebbed.
When I felt more composed, I whispered, “Thank you for listening. I love you, Tim.”
“I love you too, Amanda. Shall we sit and eat this marvelous meal that you cooked? Personally, I’m starving,” Tim exclaimed
“Yes, please,” I replied before we sat down side-by-side, as close as we could get without me sitting on his lap. After our meal, Tim insisted on helping me clean the dishes and putting them all away before we wandered back to the bedroom and snuggled up close.
“What time do you have to be up for work?”
“Well, I usually am up around five and out the door just before six, but I could linger a little longer,” Tim said while wiggling his eyebrows comedically.
“No, absolutely not. I don’t want you to change your work habits for me. However, I would love to help you if you’d let me. Before my hell of a marriage, I actually graduated from college with a degree in accounting. That said, I might be able to take some of that burden off of you, if you’d like. That aside, one thing that I would love is for us to move in together. We could take turns staying at your place and then mine, so that we’re not neglecting either. I know, I’m jumping the gun, but I simply love being around you and can’t give that up.”
Tim stared into my eyes and then kissed me magically while pulling me in tight. Moving his lips away, he said, “Yes, to all of it. I don’t want anyone else but you from now on, and I want to spend every minute I can near you.”
Very quickly, we got into a rhythm and had no problems adjusting to each other. I started helping Tim with his paperwork and billing, which freed him up to bring in more work and make more money. He insisted on paying me, which I put into a savings account for our future together, even though I already had more money than I could spend from my divorce settlement.
Tim
Later in the week, I called Janice after work to share our great news. I explained that I was head-over-heels in love with Amanda, and that we were already living together. With all of that said, I added that I would no longer be available to help with pregnancies, since I didn’t want to be unfaithful to Amanda, even with her permission. Janice understood and wished us well, but added that if anything changed, please give her a call.
So, our lives went along, and we took advantage of every moment together. After a few months, I proposed, and Amanda, in her mercy, said yes. We were married in a small ceremony with close friends all around. We went away for a week and enjoyed a wonderful vacation on a warm beach and in a warmer bed. Coming back home, we continued with our routine and took all our free time to spend together like the happily married couple we’d become.
It was a few months later that I’d begun to notice that Amanda was tiring more easily. Initially, when I brought it up, we both thought that she might actually be pregnant, so we scheduled a sonogram with her Gynecologist. As her Doctor ran the sonogram wand across her belly, our world was destroyed. There was something there, but it wasn’t a child.
*****
We spent the next four months trying to keep things as normal as possible between her treatments and my work. She insisted that our sex life not diminish, so we continued on like the sex-crazy fools that we’d been from the start. Things did gradually diminish, but the loving hugs and caresses never stopped.
Finally, the treatments were halted because they were having little to no effect. Amanda insisted that she stay at home from then on and passed in my arms on a Wednesday afternoon.
To say that I was grief-stricken didn’t even begin to express my feelings. I closed my business for weeks before finally selling it. Every time I walked in, I expected to see her there at my desk, working her magic on my books. I never did go back to her house after her death either; it was far too painful.
I became a hermit for weeks and then months before Janice’s insistent visits with her newborn little girl finally brought me out of my funk. She reminded me that I helped her create that beautiful little human and that she thought that Amanda would want me to continue helping others, since that is how I initially met her. I was scared to death for the longest time, fearing that the cycle would repeat itself and I’d lose another. So, when I finally relented and decided to try, I insisted that all of the women be married, so that I wouldn’t be tempted to form any sort of attachment with them.
Janice
I knew that Tim was hurting badly, so I tried again and again to bring him out of his despair. I would take my newborn on walks twice a day past his house and would knock on his door every time. Finally, after weeks of knocking over and over again, he answered the door. Tim looked like death itself standing there in his t-shirt and shorts. Even though he opened the door, he didn’t speak as I tried desperately to reach him. It was a few days later, after he’d been letting us in each day, that I lifted our child out of the stroller and handed her to him.
He just stared at her like he wasn’t sure what to do when I finally said, “That beautiful human being is the daughter that you helped me create, and she will know how important you are to her and me.”
“I thought that you weren’t going to tell her anything about me?” Tim mumbled.
“It was easy to say when we wrote up the contract, but on the day she was born, I realized that she needed to know that she was here because of your selflessness.”
“But what about her father? Won’t that hurt him?”
“I told him early on because I couldn’t lie to him. He understood my motivation, and we have agreed to share all of this with her when she’s old enough to understand, but until then, you will be a part of her life if you want to be.”
Tim just started to cry and held our little girl close to his chest as he did. I stood and watched the man that I loved for years break down all over again, but this time for something gained instead of something lost.
In the following weeks, I began working part-time again, and Tim was happy to babysit whenever we needed him. I found out in our later talks what I had already suspected. Amanda had left him everything in her will, so he was financially set for life before he even turned thirty. We talked a lot, and I shared my belief that Amanda would want him to continue to help others bring children into this world. He finally relented, so I set him up with Charlotte. She was a married woman in her early thirties who was having trouble, just like the rest of us.
To be continued…
