John quieted Missy down. “Listen, it’s lousy, but it happens. I am closer to seventy than to sixty. Did you guys think I was going to last forever? I could have retired anytime in the last five years. Instead I kept going. No more. All that stuff Helen and I said we would do, well, we’re going to do it now. I’ve seen what the chemo and treatments do to you. Not interested! Thanks to you guys and this company, though, now we can actually afford to do some stuff, and then some. We’re going to spend the next few weeks unraveling me from here, and then I’ll see you all at the end, at the funeral.” He grinned at that.
“God damn!” I said, half to myself. I looked up at him and replied, “You don’t leave until after we’ve had a chance to talk!”
“Fine by me.” He stood up and shooed us out. “Now, I need to go home and talk to Helen some more, let her know I let you guys know. We told the kids over the weekend.”
I was pretty shocked by it all, so I collected my thoughts and drove home for the rest of the day. When Marilyn came in from the office in Westminster, she found me sitting there in my den, just thinking. “You’re home early!” she said in surprise.
I smiled over at her. “Afraid I might find you getting into trouble?”
Marilyn snorted and laughed at that. “I think it’d be more like I’d find you in trouble than the other way around. What’s up? They let Congress out early today?”
“Yeah, that’s it. The government wanted to get something done, so they sent us away.” That earned a smile from my wife. “Actually, I had a meeting with John at the office today. Then he called the two Jakes and Missy in and announced he was retiring for good.”
“Good for him. He should take it easy. He’s earned it.”
“Not good for him. He’s got terminal lung cancer. He and Helen are planning to start working on his bucket list.”
Marilyn’s jaw dropped and her eyes snapped open. “Oh my God! Are you kidding me?!”
I shook my head. “I wish. They’re going to take a world cruise starting next month. He’s going to wrap up some paperwork and it’s so long, Charlie! He told us he’d see us again at the funeral.”
“Oh my God!”
“That’s pretty much what we all said.”
“What can we do?” she asked.
I just held my hands up and shrugged. “What can we do? He said they’ve already told their kids. I got him to promise to talk to me before they leave.”
She nodded and then asked, “What’s a bucket list?”
Huh? It was a common enough phrase when I recycled, but when did it become popular? Had I just invented a phrase? “It’s the list of things you want to get done before you kick the bucket. You’ve never heard of it before?”
“No. Do you have a bucket list?”
“Sure thing!”
“Like what?”
I grinned and said, “It involves a blonde with a really big pair of…”
“YOU PIG!”
At that point we heard a school bus pull up out at the road and a minute later Charlie came storming in. “Hey, Dad! What are you doing home?”
“I got a call from your school saying you were skimping on your homework again,” I told him.
Marilyn’s was behind Charlie as I said this, and she gave me a look that mixed laughter and exasperation. Charlie couldn’t see her starting to silently laugh, and his eyes opened wide! “Dad! No, I mean, I’m not… it’s not like that… NO!”
Marilyn said, mid-giggle. “You’re fine. Your father is just pulling your leg.”
Charlie looked back at me. “Dad, that’s not funny! You could have given me a heart attack!” He grabbed his backpack and headed to his room with Dum-Dum.
I looked over at Marilyn. “A singularly inappropriate remark, wouldn’t you say?” I commented.
Marilyn rolled her eyes, and then another school bus rolled up and deposited the girls. I got a nice set of hugs from them. Afterwards my wife commented, “How are you feeling about this?”
“Well, it sucks. John is one of my oldest friends. I told you how we met, right, getting me out of jail? That was over twenty years ago! I’m closer to John than I am to my own family.”
“He’s your father,” she replied. “Or at least who your father should have been. Or something like that.”
“I understand you,” I said, nodding. “I think I will miss John more than my real father. What the hell does that say about me?”
Marilyn shrugged and went off in search of our offspring. I just sat there in the great room until it was time to start cooking something for dinner. I was moving on autopilot, though, and pretty quiet the rest of the night.
Marilyn snapped me out of it at bedtime. She came out into the living room wearing a very nice peignoir set and settled into my recliner with me. “Do you think John would want you moping around, or would he want you to get back to living?”
“Probably the second,” I answered, smiling a bit.
“I can help with that.”
“Oh? Just what did you have in mind?” I asked.
Marilyn lowered her lips to my ears. “That all depends on just how athletic you’re feeling. There’s a videotape cued op on the VCR, a tube of cherry flavored lube on the night stand, and a couple of toys next to it. Anything coming to mind?”
I had my hands around Marilyn’s waist, and she shifted to stand up and lead me into her den of iniquity. On the other hand, she didn’t talk like this often, and I liked it. I tightened my grip and kept her on my lap. “Tell me more. What did you have in mind?”
She moved to climb to her feet again. “Come on and you can show me what you have in mind.”
I stayed put. I shook my head. “No, I want you to tell me what you’re going to do. I want you to tell me.”
“Carl, no. You know I can’t do that. Please, come to bed.”
I released my grip slightly, but before she could move, I slid a hand down her side and across her hip, and then went down her legs. I tugged the hem of the peignoir and slid my hand under it, and then moved it slowly back up her legs. Marilyn began squirming, and looked towards the hallway. She frantically, whispered, “Stop, the kids might come out!”
“They can’t see anything.” By that point I had moved my hand far enough up her legs to start fingering her greasy hot slit. She whimpered at the touch. “Now, what do you want to do tonight?”
As I began to flick my fingers across her clit, Marilyn squirmed and moaned softly. “Oh, you’re so mean! All right! I’d want to get undressed, the both of us, and I think you’d want me to suck your cock. Would you like that?” I made some agreeable murmurs, and Marilyn continued. “Maybe we could do some sixty-nine? I love it when you lick my pussy. Please, Carl, lick my pussy tonight?” I made a few more murmurs. “I’ll swallow your come, and then get you hard again. Then you can fuck me until we come again.”
“How do you want me to fuck you?”
“Hard, really hard and deep.”
“How? What position do you want me to fuck you in?” I pushed.
I revved up my finger action and my wife was shivering under my touch. “From behind, it goes in so deep that way…” I made a few more murmurs, and she blurted into my ear, “In my ass! I bet you’d like to fuck my ass tonight! Please Carl, let’s just go to bed and you can fuck my ass!”
I pulled my hand out from under Marilyn’s nightgown, and straightened up some, and she hopped off my lap. My cock wanted to say thank you, since she had been sitting on it a touch earlier. She eagerly grabbed my hand and pulled me along behind her. “Just keep in mind the sacrifice I am making for you tonight,” I told her. “It’s not my fault you have these uncontrollable urges.”