“I hate to intrude on a romantic dinner,” began Terrance as I nodded in understanding.
“Nonsense,” Alana broke in immediately. “Waiter, Terrance will be joining us for dinner. Could you bring a table setting for him? Thanks so much.”
The waiter turned on his heel and began his quest. In less than a minute, Terrance was seated at our table and monopolizing the conversation. I managed to win a game of solitaire on my phone as he and Alana discussed everything and anything. I was pretty much ignoring the entire conversation until I head Alana use my name, as in addressing me.
“Tim, we have two spare rooms. Why don’t we have Terrance stay with us? You two guys could continue to catch up. Terrance would have the chance to enjoy some home cooking. His condo will be finished in a week or so. It wouldn’t be any imposition at all.”
I was stunned at Alana’s statement. She thought Terrance would enjoy her cooking? I had no doubt she’d be ordering some very expensive takeout meals from some very good restaurants, then placing it on her best china. Knowing Terrance as I did, I was reasonably certain that he would be eating at the Y by week’s end. I had explained to her what a pussy hound he was, and I had to admit it. Her pussy would please any connoisseur of fine dining.
My first wife, Helen, had died after 22 years of marriage. She and Terrance had been great friends, but I never worried about them being inappropriate in any way. Helen was as trustworthy and loyal as a wife could possibly be. Sadly, she died from a sudden heart attack five years previously. I grieved for over a year before meeting Alana at a charity function.
She was eleven years younger than I, but it didn’t seem to matter to her. I soon proposed and we’d been married just three years. It was Alana’s second marriage. She had divorced the first husband after she caught him cheating, or so she claimed. One thing I would not do was cheat on my wife. It just wasn’t in me, and Alana knew it.
It didn’t seem to require very much persuasion on Alana’s part to convince Terrance to stay with us, unless you consider the considerable cleavage she displayed as she leaned toward him to catch his every word as persuasion. Her tits appeared to have a will of their own as they swayed, jiggled, bounced and enthusiastically struggled to escape their confines. Terrance stared, transfixed in obvious appreciation.
Naturally, Terrance didn’t have to get up early in the morning to go to work. That is a curse reserved for those of us who don’t have millions of dollars in the bank and more pouring in every day. Alana hadn’t had a job since she had divorced her first husband. Apparently, she had done quite well in her divorce. She had me sign a prenuptial agreement stating I would never have any claim on her money regardless of how long we remained married. I was okay with, it since I had a steady income stream from my investments as well a very good job.
When I came home Monday evening, Alana and Terrance seemed to even more friendly than they had been at the restaurant the previous evening. Dinner was ready and it was exceptionally good. I checked the trash can. As I had expected, I found containers from a local restaurant.