When her alarm rang in the morning, we both got out of bed really gingerly. She walked a little bow-legged, and I had what was basically a concussion headache from all the banging on me she was doing with her bucking pussy. But we were both smiling. I washed her entire body for the last time.
She had one more gift for me as she was leaving.
“Mick, can you do me one more favor,” she asked gently. “A co-worker … well, I guess now a former co-worker, hasn’t really had things going her way since she divorced her louse of a husband a couple of years ago. Could you maybe give her a call, and take her out for a nice meal … and if things work out maybe show her she’s still a desirable woman?
“She already knows all about you and your magic hands and mouth because I bragged about you all the time, so don’t make me a liar, OK?”
“Promise,” I said as I held up my right hand like I was swearing in to office.
She handed me a piece of paper.
And then I stuck my magic tongue as far as I could into Avery’s mouth for the last time.
We both had tears in our eyes when we broke the embrace. She carried her small bag to the waiting taxi.
Avery’s last gift to me turned out to be Kathy Alspaugh, a 43-year-old redhead with a solid body and the skinny legs of a 5-10 stork. She had a 16-year-old son who she shared custody of with her ex-husband, a former middleweight boxer who occasionally smacked her around until she had him arrested for abuse. She was married for 12 years and had been divorced for the last 10.
Avery’s last gift also turned out to be the first of my “girls.” Kathy and I dated on and off for about six years, and during that time my current lifestyle came into existence. Since neither Kathy nor I wanted to be tied down, we both agreed that we would date around, but while we were bareback between us, if we started seeing others, we would both make sure condoms were used until we could get a doctor’s report from them. All one-night stands would need to be with condoms.
The system turned out to work well, although I have to admit I got stupid for a while and had a string of girls. Now 49, that proved too much for me to handle physically, and I quickly figured out that four was a good number. I could basically see all four within a two-week period, so nobody felt left out. I also found it much easier to keep track of just four women’s desires and likes.
Every now and then I lose a “girl” to some other guy when they’d go exclusive, and I’m good with that because, honestly, I want all my partners to be happy. I can’t fault any woman for leaving me to be exclusive with somebody else. We always leave as friends, and I will always cherish the memories each has given me.
Who knows? Maybe someday I’ll be the one going exclusive, and then …
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There’s an old saying about revenge that says something like “the best revenge is a life well lived.” I never really gave that too much thought until a couple of years ago, when I got a call from my younger daughter, Molly. I keep in regular contact with my daughters and their growing families. I’m a very proud grandfather. And they know of my dating arrangements. In fact, through the years, they’ve both become attached to several of my “girls,” and have sometimes taken a rooting interest for one.