"Hmm..." I stood up behind her and undid my own pants, pushing them down and off, and Marilyn leaned forward over the counter. My cock had been stiff since I had started undressing her, and I pushed it inside her from the rear. "Maybe you were right after all."
"Told you so!"
I pushed in, and then smacked what I could of her asscheeks, drawing a squeal of outrage. "And maybe you weren't!"
Marilyn pushed back, but that just seated me inside her that much more firmly. I reached down and rubbed her ass as I fucked her, and then gave her another quick smack. She squealed again, and then said, "You're not funny!"
I kept pumping into her. "Well, if you want me to use my hands elsewhere, take your top off." She had on a tank top and a bra. Marilyn peeled them off and I reached around to grab her tits. "Now, isn't that better?"
"Fuck me, you son of a bitch! Fuck me!" She was very excited now, and pussy juice was sloshing around my cock and down my balls. "Fuck me!"
I stopped talking and concentrated on screwing her. Marilyn began moaning in orgasm, and after a few minutes more I slammed forward and groaned myself, as I unloaded inside her. It felt like I would come forever before I finished!
I sagged against her back, and nibbled on her ear. Marilyn pushed back against me and raised her head up. "I think you need to let me go."
"I kind of like you this way."
"Well, I need to clean up, and so do you." She pushed back some more, and I slipped out and shuffled back myself. My wife turned around and put her arms around my neck. "That was fun. We should do that more often."
"Like later?", I said hopefully.
"Maybe! If you don't start spanking me again." I moved my hands down her back, and she backed against the counter. "Behave!"
I had to laugh at her. "Okay, I'll behave, but you have to dress to make me behave."
"Oh?"
I leaned in and whispered in her ear. "A very short skirt and a very small top would probably distract me from that, don't you think?"
Marilyn giggled. "And what about your son? What's he going to think when he sees me like that?"
"Let him get his own girl!" I stepped back and grabbed both of our clothes, and then led my naked wife back through the town house to our bedroom. Charlie was still asleep. I tossed our clothing in the hamper, and then dragged her over to the bed. "Maybe we can work on your wardrobe later."
My wife giggled again, and got on the bed with me. "Afterwards, I am going to clean up, and you can deal with the little monster." She grabbed my cock and began stroking me back to life.
"That's the fruit of our loins you are talking about."
"Exactly! Now I know where he gets it from!"
"I think you need another spanking." Marilyn just smiled and rolled onto her back, and spread her legs apart. "Well, maybe not." I climbed on top and got into position. "Maybe not."
Afterwards, I was too tired to spank her. Maybe that was her secret plan after all. Fuck me to death and inherit my wealth! What a way to go!
Chapter 72: Microsoft
July 1982
Being a gentleman of leisure turned out to be more work than I thought it would! First off, after we got back from the Bahamas, I had found a gym and a dojo. I had joined, and just as I had threatened my wife, I signed us up for a family plan. I just didn't tell her about that until after I got home.
Marilyn's response wasn't all that bad. After all, how could she complain about something so healthy, right? No, the complaint came the next morning when I woke at 7:00 and smacked her on the ass. "Time to get up and go to the gym!"
Marilyn struggled to focus on me, "Wha ... what?"
I tapped her butt again. "Time to get up! You need to get up and get ready."
Marilyn rolled over and told me, "Go away."
"Come on, lazy bones, time to work out. You promised, remember?" I pushed her shoulder until she rolled over and swatted at me.
My wife grumbled and opened her eyes. "You were serious? Do you know what time it is?"
"It's time to get up and go work out!" I pulled on her arm and got her to sitting upright.
"We can't leave Charlie here."
"We'll take him with us. He'll be fine! Come on, we'll get him used to exercise."
"I hate you." Marilyn rolled out of bed and took another blind swing at me. "I need a shower."
I pushed her towards our closet instead. "Shower afterwards. You're going to exercise remember? Shower at the gym. Now toss some clothing in a bag." I chivvied her into dressing in a sports bra and tee shirt, and some plain panties and an old pair of shorts. I dressed for a workout and then pointed her towards the door. I tossed some clothing and my toilet kit into a gym bag and then got her to do the same. Charlie was already awake, but he was a fairly happy fellow in the morning. Momma changed his diaper and dressed him in some clean clothes, and we bundled him up and drove to the gym.
Marilyn never really took to working out like I had. She had never been a really physical person, and had always relied on her youthful metabolism to stay in shape. Eventually she hit her 30s and they hit back, especially after our third child really caused her to 'blossom'. She never lost the baby fat that time. For me, I knew just what would happen to me, and how bad that was, and I was not about to let that happen again.
We made a compromise, to go three times a week, Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, in the early morning. We did an hour workout, although they ended up pretty much separate. Marilyn liked walking on the treadmills, which I just couldn't do anymore. I spent most of my workouts on the Nautilus machines. Aside from the upper body workout from pumping the iron, I could also use my leg muscles on some of the combinations, without the impact of running on my right knee. As long as I kept the impact down, it didn't bother me too much, but it was kind of sensitive. I always started each workout with a long kata session before any other exercise, to warm up and loosen everything up.
Charlie found this all quite amusing. He was a happy child. Parker was much more reserved and sober, even as a little boy. I still thought about Parker, how he had been and what he had grown into. He was a son any father could be proud of, but now he was gone, off in a time and a place I couldn't fathom. I occasionally felt the pain of a loss that never existed in the here and now.
Which did not mean that I wasn't very happy with Charlie. If nothing else, he was hilarious to be around. All kids get into everything, but Charlie outdid them all. Even worse, he was impossibly clumsy and ungainly, not in any kind of neurological sense, but in the sense that you could trust him to be a disaster! He would crawl everywhere, and if he brushed against a pile of books or magazines or Marilyn's knitting, he would just go through, spreading chaos all around. Once he figured out standing and walking, the entire town house would be at risk!
By July, he had figured out how to squirm his way out of his seat. This was discovered one morning at the gym. It was the first Wednesday in July, the week after we set up the Buckman Group. I was over in the section with the Nautilus machines while Marilyn was around the corner on the treadmills. Suddenly, around the corner, came Charlie, crawling for all he was worth, with one of the gym attendants, smiling, in semi-hot pursuit. He saw me and came over, in high speed four wheel drive. I sat upright and laughed as he got closer, and then scrambled after him myself. The little bastard had closed on me and then scooted off in another direction! I grabbed him and tucked him under my arm and went in search of his mother.