Something New

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Elaine took a sip of her wine. She glanced left and right at the three empty chairs. No plates, no silverware, nothing. Dinners were different for good.

"It's quiet now," she said. Bill nodded, shrugged.

"I mean, we knew it would happen when the twins left for college. I guess I wasn't prepared for it to be this quiet," Bill said.

"So ... now what?" Elaine asked.

"You either get a job or a dog. Maybe you can volunteer somewhere," he said.

Elaine thought about it. She needed something to fill her time. Bill still worked his 40-plus hours a week at the machine shop and she was left alone. She would grumble about running kids to practice, to Scouts, to their activities and events and parties and goings-on. The kids were all out of the house now. She was left with literally nothing to do around the house, she had nothing to complain about. Even laundry took less than an hour once a week with just the two of them. The house was clean, the dishes done, the furniture dusted. Elaine blew a sarcastic raspberry.

"I told myself 20 years ago this moment would finally come. We'd get our house back from the hurricane of children and we could have everything done," she said, more to herself than her husband.

Bill laughed.

"Yeah, everything's done," he said.

Elaine nodded. That was exactly what she was thinking too. Bill wouldn't retire for another three years and she couldn't just sit around the house all day the next 1,000 days or so waiting for him.

"I'll figure it out," she said.

"I know you will," Bill said, nodding his confidence in her. They finished their dinner in near-silence.

"And this way to our gym," Dennis said to Elaine.

"Very impressive," Elaine said, "I didn't know this even existed back here. I live only five minutes away, too."

Dennis nodded. "Our residents like their community. It's interesting how we became the place for, functionally, windowed men. We first opened Heritage Manor Independent Living and we figured it would be a place for older active couples but the men flocked here. We geared it for those who wanted to engaged their minds and bodies past 65 and the men came running faster than the women, literally and figuratively. And these are guys who've had wives and no longer do for the most part. I think they find belonging and acceptance being with others who experienced the loss they did."

Elaine nodded. They walked into the wellness center. There were a dozen men, from 60s to 90s, performing a variety of exercise. Machines, treadmills, ellipticals, and free weights were scattered around the space. One man was working a heavy bag and a second hitting the speed bag next to him. Everyone was in decent shape, or better. The gym didn't smell like the place Elaine went for her own exercise. It was clean, the scent of disinfectant underlined by masculinity. No perfume-wearing women came here.

They stepped out of the gym and went to what Dennis referred to as "The Study." It was a large room with beautiful French doors opened wide to face a lap pool. The study breathed warm, fragrant air as a breeze carried the scent of lilacs in from the courtyard. The ceiling was 20 feet hall and spacious. Comfortable leather chairs lined the walls. Bookshelves were loaded with classics and informational reading. A chessboard sat near a large globe and two men frowned at the arrangement of pieces. Two backgammon sets sat on tables to either side of them.

"I'm fairly certain that globe opens and those two keep bourbon in it but I don't push. We have no rules against drinking, just drinking heavily in public areas," Dennis said in an aside to Elaine. "Gentlemen!" he called out to the two men. They looked up and their frowns immediately broke into smiles.

"Hello, young lady," one called out.

"It's not often the fairer sex braves our lair," the other one followed.

"Teddy, for shame. You can't use the word 'sex' in front of a woman. The word is gender, thank you," the first said. His friend had a rejoinder ready to fire back but Dennis held a hand up to stop them.

"Gents, this is Elaine. She will be volunteering her time here within our little community."

Both men looked at her approvingly. And, unexpectedly, they broke into song.

"Ebony and Ivory live together in perfect harmony!" the first man sang.

"Side by side on my piano keyboard, Oh Lord, why don't we?" the second came in.

Together, "We all know that people are the same wherever we GOOOOO!"

Dennis held a hand up to stop them for the second time. They laughed and both danced a little jig. The one, white, looked at the other after a second and focused back on Elaine.

"Hello, I'm Ivory. Or, as Mr. Sachetto prefers," he said, "James Simeon. I have to add my real name so I'm not accused of rampant racism."

The other man, African-American, held his hand out as well. "I'm Ebony, aka Teddy Washington. It's a pleasure to meet you, miss."

Dennis laughed, half-amused, half-frustrated. "These two are the mayors of our private village. They lead the charge with social events, they hold the competitions here, from pickleball to power-lifting, and they're the ones who govern the other residents. It isn't me, even my office door says 'Director' on it."

Teddy make a tsk-tsk sound and James pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head.

"Boss," James said to Dennis, "It's better when you don't have to tell people you're in charge."

"I'm Elaine," Elaine cute in, "And it's not Miss, it's Missus, thank you very much."

"Oh?" Teddy said, grin on his face, "A challenge. I like that."

James laughed, "I'm game for one, too."

Dennis cleared his throat but Elaine waved him off with a gesture.

"I can handle myself," she said to him, "And I can handle you two," she said to the grinning men. "You may think you rule the roost here but I'm not impressed."

Teddy's eyes flicked to James who pursed his lips, closed his own eyes, and nodded solemn agreement. Teddy turned his attention back to Dennis.

"We will cordially offer Elaine the position of volunteer for a probationary period of 90 days. Elaine, do you accept our terms?"

He turned and held a hand out. Elaine couldn't help but notice how muscled his forearm was. She took his hand, squeezed and pumped it.

"I accept your terms," she said, tone matching the gravity of the moment.

"With you two running things, I don't know what they even pay me to do around here," Dennis said, looking up to the ceiling, beseeching the heavens for help.

"Neither do we, Boss," Dennis said affably, "Neither do we."

Dennis led Elaine out of the room toward the pool with a slight frown.

"It'll be a pleasure having you," Teddy called to her. She waved her hand over her shoulder.

Elaine was in the middle of telling her story.

"And then Ben, the old Ford engineer, comes in, pulls the Rubik's cube out of James's hands, makes a couple of spins on it, and hands it back. James makes the last move and tosses it to Teddy and demands his money."

Bill laughed, almost choking on his fish.

"Teddy explodes, saying it didn't count because the terms of the bet were for James to complete the cube. Another guy, Don, chimes in says James did complete it, Ben just got the middle part. No one said James had to do all of it."

Bill nodded in agreement. It made sense.

"They appealed to me. I scored in favor of James because those were, strictly speaking, the rules."

"And it was 100 bucks?" Bill asked.

"Yep," Elaine said, "Teddy just pulled his wallet out and tossed five twenties on the table. He crumpled them first. He got up and walked out, spitting-mad. The other five guys all laughed at him on the way out."

"You really enjoy yourself there, don't you," Bill said to himself more than asking Elaine.

She nodded happily.

"Good," Bill said, "I'm glad you found something productive that makes you happy. And it only took a few weeks."

Elaine finally wore her bathing suit, a red one-piece, to the senior center's pool. The sun was burning hot and a dozen or men were camped out in the pool. Lap lanes were repurposed for chest-high wading as the residents sought the coolness of the water.

She strolled out onto the deck amid boisterous catcalls and whistles. She liked the attention they gave her and she was glad there weren't any other women. Jealousy would lead to issues.

James and Teddy led the charge as the men came over to admire her. Compliments about her body, her legs, her poise, her grace, all flooded around her. James planted himself directly in front of her.

"You don't really need this suit, do you?" he asked.

"No, she doesn't," Teddy said from the side, "Let's help her."

The straps of the suit were pulled over her shoulders and down her arms. Hands, liver-spotted, wrinkled, reached out and tugged her suit down off her chest. Her breasts, white in comparison to her tan, tipped dark red with large nipples, came into view and hands reached up to grope her, feel her skin, caress her breasts, her back, her arms.

Her suit came down past her stomach and men again complimented and cheered as it was pulled low over her hips. More hands reached in and Elaine didn't want to cheat their fun. She put her arms in the air over her head, pulling her breasts up tight and allowing everyone access.

The suit was peeled down to the concrete pool deck by confident hands, hands that knew what they were doing. Her pussy, freshly shaven, was exposed. Palms and fingers traced her ass, her hips, and her legs. She stepped out of it, completely nude, and allowed the seniors to touch whatever they wanted. She spread her feet wide on the pool deck and the old men helped themselves happily.

Elaine saw James looking her and she met his gaze calmly. He gestured down. He was suddenly nude, fully erect, a large, thick cock growing out of a patch of gray and white well-trimmed pubes. She knelt in front him, taking him in her mouth, and he smiled encouragement ...

Elaine awoke with a start. The clock said 3:20am. She was wide awake, wallowing in heat. Wetness slid between her legs. She rolled over and looked at Bill snoring. She elbowed him hard.

"Get up," she hissed.

Bill came awake instantly. He was a light sleeper anyway but he responded to the urgency in her voice. He stage-whispered an "I got it," and sat up, reaching for pants.

"No, doofus," Elaine said, "Me."

"What?" Bill said, confused, shaking the fog of deep sleep from his brain.

She took his hand and placed it between her thighs. She caught his attention and his fingers started stroking, exploring, rubbing. She spread her legs and took a fistful of his hair, forcing his face toward her. His tongue quickly went to work, sliding up and down her clit. Her thighs trembled and her abdomen tightened and pulsed with pleasure. Bill found a rhythm and worked her smoothly with his mouth. Someone's hand found her breast and teased her nipple, lightly pinching, squeezing, sending bursts of electricity straight between her legs. She imagined it had the cocoa-brown skin of Teddy. Elaine all but forced the back of Bill's head down further, urging him on.

Her orgasm was quick to come. Her body bucked and she cried out, cursing and laughing, while she rode wave after wave of sensation. Bill gamely held on and matched her hips stroke for stroke, never losing a beat, pleasuring her with his mouth and fingers. She came down and gasped for air, trying to catch her breath.

"I'll ... get you ... tomorrow ..." she wheezed to Bill. He laughed and rolled over.

"Just using me for sex. Story of my life," he said and was asleep in no time.

Elaine stayed awake, basking in the afterglow of good sex. Now she had a question to answer. Bill might ask just what the hell that was last night. Would she tell him the truth? She wasn't sure she could. But she didn't remember the last time she either omitted something or actively lied to him and she didn't want to start now, not like this.

"Bill," she practiced in her mind, "I had a sex dream but it wasn't you. It was a bunch of geriatric widowers."

Pause.

Maybe there was another way to do it. Well, he might not even ask. She'd burn that bridge when she came to it.

Elaine was invited to a pool party at Heritage two weeks later. She pulled out her suit, the red one-piece, she put her hair up in a messy bun, and she slathered on the sunscreen. Her skin was white and she didn't tan well.

She was nervous and almost called off for the day as she approached the French doors to the pool. Men were scattered around the deck, some eating or drinking beer, a few watching a baseball game on the large TV, some in the shade playing cards.

They glanced up at her and waved or said hello. No one paid her much attention.

Elaine, who wasn't arrogant but did consider herself attractive, noticed men sneaking furtive peeks at her. Most women could tell when men were peeking, she thought, because men were obvious when they did it. She saw enough glances, sly smiles, and look-aways to know she had their attention. Her suit didn't show much but she had long legs and she took care of herself. She basked in the attention, feeling like the hot lifeguard from that kids' baseball movie.

James made his way over and planted himself in front of Elaine's sun chair.

"Flying solo today?" she asked, "I don't see your partner-in-crime,"

"Teddy is down for the count with something," James said nonchalantly. Elaine immediately recognized he was miserable because his friend wasn't with him. He seemed less confident, less himself.

"Say," she said, "You're always in those white cotton slacks. I didn't know you had such nice calves,"

A smile peeked out from behind the clouds. James looked at his legs and looked up.

"Men's legs are hideous compared to women's. A gentleman should never show leg unless it's the beach or the pool," he said.

"I can think of other places too," Elaine teased.

James was about to say something, thought better of it, and closed his mouth. He looked her up and down once and nodded.

"You look good yourself, Elaine," he complimented.

"Did you just look at my body?" she asked, feigning insult.

James flapped a hand in the air, like he was trying to fan a fly away.

"I'm not in a playful mood," he said, "And, yes, I look a nice look. You look fantastic. Better than the broads some of these others bring here."

He was about to say more but he sighed. He tried to sneak one last look at Elaine before shrugging and moving on. She caught his eyes roving up and down and she laughed to herself. Why not give him a thrill?

He turned away but not before she saw a tent forming in the front of his swim trunks.

"I couldn't help but notice some changes the past month or so," Bill said, stirring his food around with his fork. He was trying to be non-committal but Elaine saw right through it.

"Oh?" she asked, knowing exactly where this was going, "Do tell."

Bill shrugged and looked up.

"Sex has been much more frequent, you've been much more engaged, you basically attacked me the other day when I was mowing the lawn. I'm pretty sure the neighbors saw you going down on me out their windows," Bill said, trying to be serious.

"You liked it," Elaine pointed out, "And you looked so hot and masculine, sweating, grease on your chest, smelling like gasoline vapor.

"Yes," Bill said, "But that doesn't change the fact that something's going on. Are you cheating on me? Is that where this is coming from? I always thought your magazines said a massive decrease or increase in sex drive means cheating."

"And I thought you thought those magazines are pulp!" Elaine said, delicately forking eggs into her mouth.

"I'm entirely certain they have no redeeming cultural value and they're destroying massive forests to print them but it doesn't change they might have one thing right. Are you cheating on me?"

"Are you really asking?" Elaine asked, surprise on her face, "After all these years, you're concerned now? Maybe I want to do things differently. When would a man complain about getting more sex?"

"We have tried different things before and we have a rhythm that works. Unless, of course, it doesn't," he said, "And, yes, I'm really asking."

Elaine put down her fork. She patted her face with the napkin and thought about what she was going to say. Bill's face, overwhelmingly smiles throughout their lives together, clouded with uncertainty. He expected an instant denial, a "no" vehement in its honesty. He didn't get one and it caused him concern.

"No answer is causing me concern," he said.

"Okay ... I haven't cheated. Yet," Elaine said, shrugging her shoulders.

Bill was going to prompt her 'yet' but he held off and waited. They had been married with relative success the past 22 years and interruption wasn't part of the program. He knew he could give Elaine time to understand her own thoughts and she would come around with her response.

"I love you, Bill," she said, "And I adore you and you make me happy ..."

"However," Bill said.

Elaine nodded and leaned forward. "However, ever since that sex dream a while back, I have been just ... curious. I love your dick. It works and it makes me feel good. However," she said enunciating the word, "I have curiosity about other dicks. Only recently, I started just looking at other men, wondering about them. How do their cocks feel to touch with my hand? How do they smell and taste? What do they look like going from soft to hard? What sounds do those men make if I were to start stroking them with my hand. You and I were together early in both our lives and I haven't been with really any other men. It never occurred to me until recently to maybe want to change that ... or at least enjoy the fantasy."

She sat back in her chair, feeling tingles and heat warming up in her body. Bill didn't react, or at least he didn't start yelling or getting angry. He remained carefully neutral, trying to understand her wants.

"So," he finally said, "Nothing happened yet?"

Elaine laughed.

"I masturbated to completion to internet porn the first, second, and third time in my life the past few days," she said.

Bill laughter.

"Really?" he asked, "What did you watch?"

"Just people having sex at first, but then I was watching handjob videos, which I liked, and some older-younger porn. There's something about the older guys who have all the experience that turns me on. I can't explain in my head to myself much less out aloud to you."

"So," Bill said, "What do you imagine?"

"I imagine James coming out of the swimming pool and water is streaming down his body, which is in good shape for an old guy. And I kneel in front of him, help him out of his swim trunks, and start playing with his cock. I touch it, give it a few strokes, and he gets hard. Then I start really working and jerk him off onto the towel. And his head's leaning back and he's almost screaming because he hasn't gotten jerked off in a long time and my hands are soft. And other men are watching. And then they line up to get their turns too."

"Wait, wait," Bill said, "You get gangbanged by the old guys in your fantasy?"

"No," Elaine said, "I think the term is circle-jerk."

Bill tried not, and failed, to laugh.

"Listen to my wife, the porn expert," he said.

"I'm just being honest," Elaine said, "You asked so I figured I would give you the gritty details."

"Would you really do it if I said I wouldn't mind?" Bill asked.

"I don't know," Elaine said, "Fantasies are easy because they work perfectly and there aren't hurt feelings. I can't really believe I just walked you through the quick version but I guess I'm just forging ahead here."

"I won't lie," Bill said, "I like that you have a fantasy about something that's slightly out of the ordinary. It's sexy."

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