I sat in the passenger seat of our mid-sized crossover as the streetlights whizzed by on our way to the restaurant. It wasn't until I saw my reflection in the window that I realized a smile was playing across my face. Happy. Content in the least negative sense of the word. Nowhere near complacent.
When I felt his hand reach over from the driver's seat and come to rest on my thigh, I turned to look at him...my smile never fading for a moment. Almost 29 years together - married spiritually for about 21 of those years - and just the sight of Ted Freundlich was still enough to make my heart skip a beat and my breath catch in my throat. Almost 76 and he was still the sexiest man I'd ever laid eyes on. He'd gotten the same reaction out of me back at the house earlier when he'd come downstairs in his suit.
He'd been a fitness freak in his younger years and although he wasn't able to lift nearly as heavy as he used to, he was fit enough to put a lot of men 40 to 50 years his junior to shame. But some men just look better in clothes. And many look phenomenal in a nice, crisp, tailored suit. I tried to keep up with him in the exercise department and I did alright in the gym. But who was I kidding? My body would never look like his.
When my eyes met Ted's, he grinned at me. "Penny for your thoughts?"
I rested my hand on top of his. "Nothing too deep. Just looking forward to dinner." I paused a beat and then added with a mischievous grin, "...and dessert."
He chuckled. "Dessert is your favorite part of the meal, isn't it?"
"Oh yeah!" I agreed earnestly.
He slipped his hand out from underneath mine, then gripped it gently and pulled it up to his mouth to lay a string of kisses along each of my knuckles. With his own mischievous grin, he slowly dragged my hand down until it came to rest on his full crotch. I could feel his generously hard dong snaking down the right side of his suit pants. "Looks like I'm not the only one ready for dessert."
Ted laughed softly. "You know, Sean, our reservation isn't for another 45 minutes. I can take the scenic route to the restaurant if you want to sample a little dessert before dinner."
I didn't even bother putting up the pretense of asking if he was sure it's okay. I unzipped him and slipped my hand inside, ready to haul out his eager cock for a little Valentine's Day road head.
***
Ted must've driven every side street in the residential neighborhood about half a mile from Il Pasto Fresco. But just five minutes shy of our reservation time, he pulled us up to the valet stand and we made sure his clothes and my face and hair were straight. Slightly amused, slightly frustrated, he leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I'm gonna get you back for leaving me hanging like that. You're gonna give me blue balls."
Right as the valet opened the driver's door, I shot back, "Just priming the pump for dessert later tonight."
I could see the smirk on the valet's face as he took the keys from my husband. Obviously, he'd heard what I'd said and had maybe put two and two together. In my younger years, I might have been embarrassed at a comment like that being overheard. In fact for the first few years we were together, as uptight as I was, I was the more laid back of the two of us. Ted was anxious about everything when it came to us and even the most chaste public displays of affection or conversation that might have just a hint of being untoward. Somewhere along the way, he loosened up a whole lot and I'd learned to follow his lead.
When Ted checked us in, the maître d' took us directly to our table...a quiet little booth near the back of the restaurant. "Have a good evening, Misters Freundlich."
After a polite thank you from each of us, he went back to the front of the restaurant and I leaned over. "That brings up a good point. Tonight, are we...?"
I didn't even get to finish the question before he reached over, put his hand on mine, and looked at me lovingly. "Tonight, I'm having a romantic dinner with the man I love."
I nodded my head once and smiled. Closer to home, it was a constant discussion about who or what we'd be when we went out on date night. Il Pasto Fresco was a good half an hour drive from home. Less chance we'd be recognized here.
Later on, after we'd ordered and were each nursing on a glass of wine, I looked over at Ted. Tonight was supposed to be all about romance but I couldn't help myself. My inner parent temporarily took over. "Are you sure Austin is fine with letting Braylon and Trevor stay the night at his place."
He smiled at me over the rim of his glass as he took a sip. "Helicopter dad!" He teased with with a grin.
I cocked my head at him in mock disapproval and he patted my hand reassuringly. "It's fine. 'A' originally had a date with some sorority girl tonight, but she canceled so she could go to some sort of Galentine's Day ice cream eating and movie marathon fest with her friends."
"She canceled her date with our son for a Galentine's Day gathering!?" I asked, horrified. I didn't need a mirror to know that my face was scrunched up in disgust.
"Yup," he sighed.
"I need to tell him the next time I see him. No need to keep on dating that one. She needs to hit the reject pile."
"Yeah. That'll go over like a fart in church," Ted laughed. "Because there's nothing a 20-year old likes more than getting unsolicited dating advice from his fathers."
"Yeah, I know," I laughed, but I didn't let the subject go. "But be honest. If I'd done that to you when we first got involved, you'd have dropped me like a hot potato."
He raised his eyebrows and smirked at me. "You can't really compare our situation to A and his flavor of the month. It wouldn't be fair."
"True," I agreed for all the reasons that didn't need to be spoken, but added. "Besides, I had you hooked right away. With my mind, my wit, my charm..." then I leaned in and added quietly, "...and my rockin', athletic ass."
"Jesus, Sean!" Ted shifted in his chair and I knew instantly it wasn't embarrassment. He was still worked up from the road head earlier.
"Sorry," I said softly before smirking and adding, "But also...not sorry."
He looked around - obviously that deep-seated part of himself that couldn't quite shake being uptight about us in public - and then leaned over to me. "You're going to have me ready to pound away when we get home."
"Good," I beamed. "That means my evil plan is working."
Clearly trying to cut himself a break and redirect me back to the conversation we'd been having, Ted picked back up. "I had to tell Bray that I wanted him to tag along to help A watch Trev."
"And he fell for it, obviously..." I said, half as a question, half as a statement.
"Like always," he grinned.
We weren't quite ready for our 14-year old to be left alone to his own devices, but he was at the age where he was certain he was old enough to be treated like an adult. If he thought he was being treated like he was still a kid, grumpy is the least of how he'd act. So whenever we needed him to go along without making a fuss, our new go-to line was that he was there to help supervise our youngest, 10-year old Trev. The excuse probably wouldn't work for much longer, but we were going to get all the use out of it that we could.
Austin had just started back for the spring semester in his third year at a university not too far from our house. Even though our house was close enough that he could drive to campus, he decided to stay in the dorms. The fact that I made good money as a financial advisor and his dad was a retired lawyer - plus the discount on tuition we were getting from it being an in-state college - made it possible for us to afford for him to do that. But just before he went back for Fall semester a few months earlier, Austin decided to move into a one-bedroom apartment off campus. That's where he was hosting his younger brothers tonight so their fathers could have some alone time for V-Day.
"Enough about the kids!" Ted said before taking another sip of wine. "Tonight's supposed to strictly about us." He slipped his hand underneath the table cloth and rested it above my knee, sending shockwaves through my body. "How are things at the office?"
"Really?" I cocked my eye at him. "Even though it was created by the greeting card industry, it's still the most romantic day of the year. You really want to ask me about work?"
"Then what?" he asked, truly dumbfounded.
"I want you to be impetuous. Playful. Whisper sweet nothings in my ear!"
"Sweet nothings, huh?" he smirked. "How's this?"
Ted leaned over to my ear and in a tone of voice that sounded part put-on and part sincere, he said, "You've got me so fuckin' hard right now. I want to cut out of here before they bring our entrees so I can take you back home and show you how crazy you drive me. Even more, I want to swipe everything on this table onto the floor, lay you flat on your back, and fuck you right here and now. Show all these people what true passion looks like."
He leaned back with a satisfied smile and it was my turn to shift uncomfortably in my seat because of the hard on that was threatening to rip through my trousers.
"Oh," he added. "I forgot one thing." Without leaning back in to whisper, he said lustily, "I'm thisclose to coaxing you underneath the table to finish that road head you cheated me out of finishing earlier."
With practically no room for a moment of silence after, the sound of a throat clearing behind us caused us to turn and see our waiter, Logan, there with our food and a grin on his face. Through a blush I managed to eke out, "My husband and I are passionate men who sometimes get a little carried away."
The kid - who looked to be athletic and in his early 20s - just grinned. "It's okay. That was actually on the milder side of what I've overheard people saying to each other. Besides, it's Valentine's Day. You're allowed to be a little spicy with each other."
"So then if you come to the table later on and I'm the only one here, you'll know where he is," my husband - trying to keep a straight face - said to the young man.
"I'll be in the restroom!" I cut in quickly before things escalated even further.
"Gotcha!" Logan said with a wink and a laugh before walking off with his empty tray.
After the kid was out of earshot, Ted leaned over again. "If you want a threesome for a Valentine's Day gift, I'm pretty sure we could talk Logan into it."
When I made a face, he lifted his hands and shrugged his shoulders. "What?!"
"You think every guy is hot for us."
"Look at us," he gestured between us. "We're a total catch. Besides, he's cute as fuck."
My husband wasn't wrong. But I wanted him all to myself tonight. "Maybe some other time," I said. "Tonight's all about us. Remember?"
"Fair enough," he said with an 'aw shucks' look on his face. "I'll slip him both of our numbers when I pay the check and tell him not to be a stranger."
***
Through the rest of dinner, we tried to be good. We did end up talking about how things were going for me at work. We talked about golf. He and three of his most trusted buddies had a tee time almost every Sunday at a course near our house. Terry was monogamously coupled-up like he and I. Gene and Tony pretended to be confirmed bachelors because the it made them feel better to keep up appearances, but the truth was they'd been sharing a three-bedroom penthouse in the city for 20 years and only one of the bedrooms ever got any use. It was cute to hear him talk about how he and Terry would occasionally almost get Gene and Tony to admit they're in love.
Despite our efforts to keep the conversation above board, the wheels totally fell off when we'd finished our food and Logan stopped by to ask us if we had any room for dessert. "Very much so," my husband said, looking at me with a definite leer before looking up at Logan. "But I'm afraid we'll have to decline cake and or ice cream tonight. We'll just take the check, please."
Logan gave a knowing smirk. "Yes sir. Be back shortly."
After he walked away, Ted looked at me, "Are you sure it's a definite no on Logan, because I really think..."
"It's a no," I cut him off with an amused grin.
***
All the way home, the air hung heavy with tension. On the surface, things seemed sweet enough. As we drove back to the home we'd made over nearly three decades together, he took my hand and laced his fingers in mine. But it was clear we were both counting down the minutes until we were behind closed doors. I didn't need him to drag my hand down to his crotch to know he was sporting major wood.
By the time our crossover came to a stop in the garage and the door came down, we were both ready. I'd barely made it out of the passenger side and shut the door before he stepped up to me to claim a passionate kiss. When he pulled back, he said in a low tone that came out partially as a sexy growl, "God, I could fuck you right here. Put you up on the hood and fuck you silly."
He leaned back in for another kiss, but I put my hand up against his dress shirt covered, sculpted chest and pushed back softly enough that he leaned back. "Any other night, I'd let you. Tonight, I want you in our bed, Babe."
"You sure? It might be hot to take the car to the car wash tomorrow with your bare ass print and dried cum on the hood."
I knew he was just joking but part of me almost got on board with that reasoning. "As much as I'd love to scandalize the people who vacuum out the inside before it goes through the wash, I'll have to take a rain check."
He smiled like he'd scored some sort of victory. "Great! We'll celebrate the Indianapolis 500 by getting Bray and Trev out of the house so I can bring you in here fuck your brains out!"
"Babe..." I ran my hand along his chest underneath his suit coat. "That's not until late May."
"Fuck!" he said "I don't think I can wait that long!"
I raised an eyebrow. "The Daytona 500 is tomorrow. Just sayin'..."
He gave a short guttural growl. "I'm not much of a NASCAR guy, but I'll make an exception." He leaned in and kissed me deeply, snaking his tongue into my mouth before pulling back. "So it's settled! Tomorrow morning before the boys come back. You. Me. Here. We're definitely making this baby bounce and squeak!" He patted the passenger door for emphasis.
"It's a deal," I said with a laugh as we kissed again.
Just a few minutes later, we were in the hallway outside the master bedroom. Ted had pinned me against the wall outside the door, pressing his body against mine as we kissed. I could feel his hard dock against mine as I pushed his suit coat off of his shoulders and he let it fall to the hallway floor. When we parted, I was breathless as I spat out, "I need my husband to fuck me, like now!"
He gave me that same leer that I saw him give me earlier at the restaurant and then he reached down and gave my ass a squeeze through my pants. "I'm right behind you, Mr. Sassy Pants!"
"Ungh!" I grunted out and leaned up to claim a quick kiss before turning to enter our bedroom. When I crossed the threshold, I stopped short in surprise. I was met with five lit candles strategically placed in the room and a platter of fruit and whipped cream sitting on the night stand by his side of the bed. I turned back to look at him beaming with pride and love behind me. "How...?" was all I could get out, as surprised as I was.
"I have my ways," Ted crowed.
"You didn't do this before we left for the restaurant, did you? Leaving lit candles unchecked is a fire hazard!"
He pulled me against him so that I could feel how much he wanted me and he could feel the same from me and slipped his hand around my waist while mine came to rest on his chest. I busied myself with undoing his tie and slipping it off his neck as he spoke.
"Back at the restaurant when I went back inside because I thought I forgot my wallet back at the table..."
"...but you were really going back inside to slip Logan your number?" I jokingly finished for him."
He lightly chucked my chin with a laugh. "Nooooo. You made it perfectly clear that Logan was off limits tonight. I went inside and texted A to let him know we were on our way home. The boys set this up for me and then high-tailed it the hell out of here before we got back. This is freshly cut fruit that hasn't been sitting out for hours and the lit candles were alone in the house for 15 minutes tops."
"Awww..." I admittedly swooned a little bit. "So that whole scene in the garage was..."
"Just to throw you off the scent," he finished for me. "I had no intention of ever fucking you on the hood of our car. But now that we've set that fuck date for tomorrow morning, it's a done deal."
I laughed softly before we met in another passionate, tongue-powered kiss. Ted wasn't the most overtly romantic man on the face of the planet. But it was the little things and the small gestures that showed he cared. After 29 years together, this showed he still cared.
What was meant to be a quick kiss to show him how I felt about the gesture kept on going and deepened. By the time my lips parted and his tongue snaked into my mouth to do battle with my own, he was already undoing my dress shirt and pushing it off my shoulders.
Minutes later, we were lying naked on our bed, me on my stomach and his chest against my back and his eager dong nestled into my ass crack. His lips found my shoulder blades and then trailed up to lay siege to my neck. Finally, I craned my neck and met his lips with mine. While the clinch raged on, he began slowly bucking his hips, sliding his hard tool back and forth between my cheeks.
When he pulled back from the kiss, he whispered in my ear. "Now I get my revenge for the way you were such a naughty cock tease all night."
I bit my lip and in my deep and manly voice, I tried to sound earnest. "I've been a bad boy who desperately needs to be punished!"
He grunted behind me. "I'm just the man for the job."
With that, he reached over to the nightstand drawer to grab the lube as the flickering candlelight played our shadows on the bedroom wall. Behind me, I heard the squishy sounds of him coating his cock and then felt him begin to prepare me.
Just as I felt his cock head kiss my entrance, I turned my head to the side. "Not like this. Tomorrow night, we can do that. I'll do it any way you want the whole week next week. Tonight, I want to look in your eyes while you fuck me. I want to be able to pull you close."
I sensed him backing up some so that I could flip over. "I'll do anything you want, he whispered...his voice hoarse with horny abandon. I fuckin' love you so much, Sean."
After I was on my back with a pillow underneath me to get the best angle for both of us and he'd gotten into place between my legs, I reached up to grip the back of his neck. "I love you too, Ted Freundlich."
Soon enough, he'd slid inside me and I'd pulled him close for a make out session while I got used to his size. Finally, the waiting got to be too much. He broke the kiss and I could see the horny fire in his eyes. "I've gotta, Sean. I gotta fuck you." His voice was ragged from how keyed up he was.
"Do it, Babe," I egged him on. "Fuck your man."
To show him I meant it, I wrapped my legs around his waist and he went to work. He wasn't kidding earlier. I didn't realize how much the entire evening of me working him up into a frenzy would manifest himself. As I held on to his strong shoulders and muscular back, there were brief flashes of moments that I wasn't sure I'd be able to ride it out.
He seemed to sense what I was going through. When he bottomed out inside me - before he rebounded out so that just his head was still in my hole - he looked into my eyes. "You've got this, Sean. And I've got you."
Fuck, if he didn't know the right words to say. I was back in the game and ready to handle whatever he had to give me. He reached over to squirt out some more lube on his fingers and slicked up my cock. He didn't have to tell me what he wanted. My hand immediately went to it and I stroked along with his thrusts. A few minutes later, my voice filled the room - probably the entire house - letting him know I was going to shoot, seconds before my load dotted my belly and my chest...and even made it to my chin. My own trip over the edge caused my hole to contract around him and seconds later he was following me over, filling me up with shot after shot of his load.
Breathing heavily, he leaned down to kiss me and rested his forehead against mine. For a few minutes, we stayed like that. My legs refused to unlatch themselves from him, wanting to feel his sweaty skin against mine for as long as possible.
A few minutes later, spent and breathless, I finally unlocked my legs from around his waist and his now-soft and satiated dong fell from my cummy hole. He slid over onto his side, his upper body propped up on his elbow and his hand on my heaving chest.
I looked over at him. "That....*gasp*...was amazing!"
"Definitely," he said with such love and admiration written all over his face. He reached over to grab the tray of fruit and whipped cream and brought it over to the bed so we could snack while we recovered.
"YOU were amazing," I added, my hole still tingling from the agile fucking he'd just given me.
"Hardly," he downplayed his own contributions to our mating. "That was all you.
I shook my head and reached up to touch his cheek. "Don't do that. There's something in the way we move together. Our rhythm, our bodies, our chemistry. We're clearly made for each other."
"Now THAT, I can get on board with," he said before leaning down to kiss my shoulder and then leaning over to claim a soft kiss on from my lips. After a few wordless moments where we just enjoyed the post-coital connection of our bodies, he spoke again...this time a reflective tone in his voice.
"I'm a lucky man, Sean," he said sweetly before pulling one of my hands over to kiss it. "Lucky that you chose me."
My face said, "A choice? Really?" But my voice was more conciliatory. "There wasn't a choice to be made. You had me all along...back when you didn't even know I was up for grabs."
"Time really flies, you know," he said as his hand ran through my chest hair and his pinkie grazed my nipple.
"I know. Can it really be that long ago that we started up?"
He laughed softly. "I still remember that first time."
"Which one?" I gave him a side-eye. "We had so many firsts. Our first kiss. The first time we admitted we were hot for each other. The first time we had sex. The actual first time you fucked me...after which you declared we definitely weren't happening. Then the next first time that you fucked me after you realized we definitely WERE happening. Then there's the first time we said I love you to each other. Well...I love you in the romantic sense."
"I remember all of 'em," he said confidently, puffing his chest out a little bit. "But I was referring to the first time I fucked you. The actual one, not the one that happened after I'd been such a bonehead."
I didn't need him to remind me. The visual, the feelings, and the emotions I felt in that moment were emblazoned in my memory forever. It had been 28 years ago and I remembered it like it had happened just yesterday. Funnily enough, I was the same age as our eldest. I'd been a wreck over some meaningless girl who had broken up with me. Back then I hadn't quite figured myself out sexually yet and I was still trying to make a square peg fit in a round hole when it came to my love life.
I'd come to him in an emotional state, convinced that I'd never find love again. As the man I looked up to the most...almost the point of hero worship, I hoped he'd know how to fix my broken heart. He'd tried to reassure me and I still clearly remember what he'd said to me: "Yes you will. You’re a good man, Sean. Not to mention exceptionally attractive. You’ll find love."
There was suddenly this charged energy and electricity between us. Our eyes locked. Then our lips met and it was like I'd been kissing strangers all along and my lips had finally found where they were supposed to be. That night in my bedroom, he fucked me twice. And then promptly kicked me to the curb. But that night we'd inadvertently started a fire that wasn't going to let anyone extinguish it. We couldn't stay away from each other. Pretty quickly, we both stopped trying to fight the attraction - me well before him. Things got plenty complicated...and then messy as hell. People got hurt and hearts got broken. But we were together...where we both knew we belonged. He continued a long and lucrative career as a lawyer until he'd finally retired just a few years ago. I went to B School, got a degree in Finance, and found my OTHER lifelong passion in financial advising...second only to my passion for him and our family. In the spring of 2005 we slipped wedding bands on each other's finger and a few months later decided we wanted to start a family. With the help of the same open-minded surrogate, we made three healthy sons who we had done a pretty decent job of raising. Life had been good. Really good.
He hadn't been wrong all those years ago. I'd found love all right.
"That was a magical night," I smiled in contented remembrance as I let my hand drift down the side of his neck to grip his broad shoulder.
"In a lifetime of magical nights together," he added.
Not to be outdone, I ran my foot along his leg under the top sheet, playfully. "This one included."
He leaned in for a soft but extended kiss. When we parted, he looked at me thoughtfully. "You ever wish things had turned out differently?"
He'd asked sincerely, but I'm sure the look on my face read as if I were looking at a man who had five heads sprouted from his neck. I lightly shoved his shoulder. "Ask me that again tomorrow when we're within ear shot of our three sons."
He blushed. "I'm not asking if you wish we'd never had kids or ended up together. I just..."
It wasn't like a man who spent his life arguing cases in front of a judge or a jury to be at a loss for words. "What?" I asked, suddenly worried that something was weighing on his mind.
He looked me in the eye again. "A lot of people got hurt along the way to our happily ever after. Your mother and your brother and sister chief among them. Maybe if we'd done things differently, we could've found a way to spare them the pain."
I ran my hand over his chest, then let it drift up to rest at the side of his neck. "I'm sorry every day for how Mom found out about us and then about ruining my - our - relationships with Scott and Stacy. But would I change a thing? No. I doubt I would."
He seemed surprised at my answer. "Really?"
I shrugged. "I believe that every choice we make - every action we take - informs where we end up. If we'd done things differently...even slightly...I might be saying good night to the five cats that I live alone with before I head off to bed and you might be coming home to bed down for the night with Logan."
He laughed. "Then I definitely wish we'd done things differently!"
"Asshole!" I playfully shoved him in the shoulder again before I started laughing along with him. When our laughter subsided, I continued the point I was making. "If we'd done anything differently, we might not have the life we have now. And I have to say, the life we have now is pretty fuckin' fantastic!"
"Literally!" he said with a smirk as he softly humped against me. "When you put it like that, I like it. You're my heart. My rock. You're the love of my life, Sean Freundlich. And I wouldn't trade a thing."
He leaned in for another kiss that deepened quickly. I parted my lips to let his tongue in and he slid over on top of me. Miraculously, it seemed as if we were heading down the road to Round 2. But just as it seemed like we were sliding into that rhythm we knew so well, he leaned back from the kiss and winked at me. "Before this goes any further, I wanna run something by you."
I reached up to touch his chest. "Okay."
"Coming up in a few months, our marriage will be old enough to drink alcohol and I want to do something special to celebrate the occasion."
"I like that idea," I grinned. "An unconventionally special non-landmark anniversary for an unconventional romance. What did you have in mind? A trip to a winery? Or maybe a long weekend in Milwaukee?"
He laughed. "No. Not quite. I'm arranging a two-week trip for us to an all inclusive tropical resort. We'll leave on Thursday, June 18 after you're done with work and we'll already be there when it's time to celebrate our anniversary on the 21st."
"Father's Day...appropriate..." I practically purred and then pulled him down for a quick kiss.
"And before you ask? 'A' will already be done with spring semester so he can stay here and watch the boys. So, what do you say?"
"I say...book it, Babe!" I reached beneath the sheet and wrapped my hand around his firming-up dong.
He bit his lip and grunted. "Lucky wasn't the right word for me to use either. Blessed is more like it. Blessed to have a son and a husband who knows what his daddy likes."
"Happy Valentine's Day, Dad," I kissed him again. "I love you."
"I love you too, Son. So damn much."
I started to pull him down for another kiss when he resisted. He gestured with his head over to the clock on the nightstand. "We only have a few hours until we have that date in the garage in honor of the Daytona 500. You sure you don't want to grab some shut-eye instead?"
"No fuckin' way, old man!" I snorted. "Now shut up and fuck me again!"
He slid between my legs and leaned forward. "Your wish is my my command. You know what they say. Happy son, happy life!"
"That doesn't rhyme," I deadpanned.
He shrugged. "Happy son, you'll always have fun?"
"That's more like it!"
This time, Dad let me pull him in for a passionate kiss and we were back on the road to Round 2. And still had enough stamina for that Sunday morning garage fuck on the hood of the car that ended just minutes before A brought Bray and Trev back home.
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