It was about a month after Jack told me about his CF, and close to two years after Melanie had started inviting me to events at her house or with her family (I was now twenty seven) when one Thursday at work Melanie asked me to come over to her house the coming Saturday about 1:30 in the afternoon to help her with her home computer system. I agreed, thinking that at least one of the girls and probably Jack would be there.
It was fortunate that I was wearing sunglasses and loose fitting shorts when I arrived at her house because she was in front doing a little yard work in Daisy Duke shorts and a halter top, which was doing a piss-poor job of restraining her massive ta-tas. I kept my sunglasses on as I approached her. She gave me a tighter hug then normal; I had taught myself over the last eighteen months how to control my cock because she hugged me during every greeting at her house, but this was too much given it’s already three-quarters hard state just from seeing her in her sexy outfit. She had to have felt my boner.
After our greeting outside we walked up the stairs to her front door, her big firm ass sashaying as she led me. Once inside she said “There’s something I need to talk to you about before you look at my computer — would you like a glass of red wine?”
I don’t usually drink wine, but she had an open bottle on the coffee table in her luxurious living room and a couple of glasses out so I said “Sure.”
As we sipped some wine — sitting next to each other on one of her couches — we engaged in small talk for a while. I asked where Jack and the girls were and found out that they were at a gymnastics tournament fifty miles away and not to return until about six p. m. Then she got pensive.
“Jubal, from your interactions with my family what’s your impression of my relationship with Jack?”
I was surprised by the question, but had gotten comfortable talking about many things with Melanie — including my relationships, or much more often my lack thereof, with women my age– so I honestly answered. “It seems that you two are really in love and respect and care for each other as much as any couple I’ve ever seen.”
“So true,” she smiled, “we’re the love of each other’s lives.” Then she continued “What about our relationships with our daughters?”
I laughed. “They’re as challenging as any kids I know — but you and Jack are great parents and are really bringing them up right, and with consistent rules and lots of love; I’m very impressed.”
“Thank you for that; it means a lot,” Melanie replied before gulping down the rest of her wine and getting pensive. After a few seconds of staring into space she continued. “I know that Jack told you a while back about his CF. Do you know what effect that has on me?”
“Uh…well…uh…I’m…uh…sure it’s…difficult,” I stammered.
“I know you really well Jubal, and I respect you so I’ll be blunt. It has prevented Jack and I from having sex for more than fourteen months — not that I’m counting,” she replied with a tone that was between desperate and a snicker.