Surviving the Divorce - Chapter 5 

We spent the rest of Sunday mostly resting in the way most people do, 
though there were a number of pleasant interludes. We lounged around the 
suite in robes and the memory of one of those interludes stands out:

Patricia had asked the driver, whose name, I finally learned, was Walt, 
to pick up some food from a local restaurant, which we ate in the room. 
  I was cleaning up the mess, when Patricia ambushed me from behind.

My sexy lover bit me on the earlobe and said, with a pretense of threat 
in her voice, "Hands on the table and don't look around, or else!"

I played along, and soon felt the back of my robe being tucked into the 
belt, cool air wafting over my nether regions.  I don't know if this is 
how women feel when a man bends them over and lifts their skirts, but I 
felt very exposed and vulnerable!  Patricia was gentle on her entry, and 
only near the end did anything resembling roughness enter the picture, 
but I couldn't help feeling helpless and TAKEN as she used me for her 
pleasure, whispering nasty, degrading things in my ear as she 
pseudo-raped my ass! Don't get me wrong - those feelings combined to 
turn me on, big-time, but their newness made the result SO much more 
intense.

"You like being raped, don't you slut?" Patricia growled in my ear, "You 
love having my big clit jammed up your butt from behind, don't you? 
Answer me bitch!"

"Only by you!" I gasped, arching my back to change the angle of her 
penetration, "Anytime by you! You can jam that big clit as far up my ass 
as you want! I love it!"

I did mention that I'm honest to a fault, right? Well, this was no 
exception.  To my utter shame, and unimaginable  arousal, I gave myself 
over completely to this sham of a rape, which, I suppose, made it no 
rape at all.  It was SO much more arousing, though, to think of it as such!

Patricia tweaked and twisted my nipples painfully, erotically, as she 
drove toward her climax, and to my immense surprise, without my cock 
ever having been touched, I fountained all over the carpet as she 
sluiced my innards with her discharge! I can't claim it was a huge 
amount of cum - I AM after all, over forty, and that was about the 
fourth cum that day, but the almost clear liquid sprayed itself about 
with abandon and the accompanying rush was just as intense as when I 
shot down Patricia's throat that morning!

Monday was more wineries.  We checked out of the B&B in St. Helena and 
drove up toward Calistoga. We took the little tram up to the Sterling 
winery. I wasn't impressed by the wines or the self-guided tour, but the 
view back down the valley was spectacular. It was even better because 
the woman for whom my love and affection, not to mention my erection, 
were growing by leaps and bounds shared it with me.

We took a pass on Calistoga's mud baths, but we did wait around to see 
the geyser erupt.  Not quite as impressive as Old Faithful, but not 
something you see every day, either.

"Gary," Patricia said thoughtfully, as we re-entered the limo, "I think 
it's time you moved into my place."

"I don't know," I replied playfully, "that's an awfully steep hill to 
climb on my bicycle. I might be too tired after riding home from work to 
keep you satisfied."

"That won't be a problem," she said, keeping the tone light, but her 
smile didn't reach her eyes, "because you'll have to quit your job, anyway."

"Why would I do that?" I said, taken somewhat aback, "I was only kidding 
about being too tired, you know!"

"I know, Gary." she said, gently, but dead seriously, "but it wouldn't 
do for the live-in lover of the owner of the company to stay on in that 
job."

"Owner of the...!" I began, then it hit me, "So THAT's why my boss was 
so eager to give me two extra days, and why you were so sure he would! 
DOH! Sorry! It takes me a while to catch up, sometimes."

I was silent for a long time, my mind in turmoil.

"Gary?" Patricia said fearfully, "Please say something!"

"What will I do, then?" I asked, then tried to lighten it up with, "I 
mean besides the non-stop sex..."

"I don't know yet, darling." she replied, "I know you'll need to have 
something meaningful to do, and we'll put our heads together and see 
what we can come up with.  I know this is a lot to ask of you, but even 
if you don't move in, it wouldn't be a good idea for you to stay on in 
your job."

I had to admit that she had a point, and bottom line, I was beginning to 
think that spending every waking moment with my exotic lover, in or out 
of bed, would not be a terrible thing. I sure as hell didn't want to 
jeopardize what we had.  The only question was: Which choice would keep 
that relationship going most strongly - more time with her, or 
occasional dates?  Too deep for me!  I went with my gut and hoped I 
wasn't just hungry.

"I'd be more than happy to move in with you, Patricia." I said, "You do 
have to realize, however, that I'm a good ten years older than you, and 
maintaining this weekend's pace is probably not in the cards..."

She smiled and pretended to wipe her brow, "Whew! That's a relief! My 
poor pussy and cock would never be able to stand the strain! I think, 
from here on out, we'll work on quality and leave the quantity to its 
own devices, okay?"

"Deal!" I said, then proceeded to go down on her there in the back of 
the limo. By the time we crossed the Golden Gate Bridge, she was cumming 
down my throat as her pussy clutched at my fingers, and her nails dug 
into my scalp.

Dolores and Felicia were sad to see me go, but Dolores, at least, was 
happy for us.  Felicia got over any sadness she felt at my leaving when 
I helped her resurrect her Nintendo room.

Patricia's house was HUGE! We selected a room where I could set up my 
computer equipment, and she hired contractors to  run a connection 
through the walls to her T1 line.  She already had a respectable gym 
setup, though we added a few machines and more free-weights, as well as 
heavier weights for some of the existing stuff. There was plenty of 
closet space in her suite for my meager wardrobe, and the two acre bed 
was adequate for our needs. (Okay, I AM exaggerating about the size of 
the bed, but it WAS enormous!)

I also discovered that the goody bag she brought to the Napa Valley 
constituted only a small selection from the goody CLOSET in her playroom!

For the next month or so, I was a 'kept' man, living off the largesse of 
my lover, and for the most part, I enjoyed the lack of responsibility, 
having little to do but work out and engage in mind-blowing sex with my 
'something extra' lover. After a while, though, I began to chafe.

Resumes sent to companies NOT owned by Ms. Collins (actually, she was 
majority stockholder in several, including my former employer, and 
chaired the Boards of each of those.  She also had significant 
investments in several others and seats on the Boards of still others.) 
went largely ignored. I thought of starting my own business, consulting 
at what I had gotten a salary for before, but I knew my sales and 
marketing skills were not good enough to support such an effort, even 
though I thought my technical skills were.

Eventually, out of sheer boredom, I began accompanying Patricia to her 
business meetings. At first, I wasn't allowed into most of the meetings, 
so I used the time to get acquainted with people at the companies we 
visited, trying to get some insights into what the companies did, and 
how well they were doing.

The first people I approached, with some success, were the executive 
admins.  They were too well versed in keeping confidentiality to spill 
any secrets about the company's business, but they loved to gossip about 
the people they worked with. After a while, I had an informal network of 
admins and low level executives who would call me up or send email 
whenever they had any juicy gossip to spread, and they saw me as someone 
who would keep their confidences.  Indeed, I collected the information, 
but never revealed individual pieces or their sources.

Some came to see me as an outlet for their frustrations with their jobs, 
bosses, and co-workers and began to tell me things they probably 
shouldn't have, but which I assimilated along with everything else.

I've always had an intuitive grasp of patterns, and soon began to piece 
together pictures of the real performance of these companies from the 
scraps of gossip and innocent information these people shared with me. 
This was the approximate equivalent of putting together a small number 
of the pieces of a jig-saw puzzle and guessing what the picture was from 
the way those pieces fit together. Occasionally, I was wrong, but most 
of the time those pictures were accurate, if incomplete in detail.

A snide comment by an executive about his CEO, overheard by an admin. An 
affair between a couple of top level execs.  Rumors of fudged numbers by 
a certain salesperson.  Someone driving a car that he shouldn't be able 
to afford. A CEO who preferred taking his private jet on company 
business instead of commercial airlines. A head of development at odds 
with his marketing counterpart.  A manager who hid his hiring of 
contractors in purchase requisitions instead of showing them as 
headcount.  All of these little pieces, when fit within the context of 
the company's business and competitive environment added up to trouble 
in some places, opportunity in others.

Patricia had gotten in the habit of discussing problems she was having 
at various companies over dinner, or in bed after sex, mostly because I 
was a good listener, and she knew I wouldn't betray her confidence. 
Truth be told, she too needed a safe emotional outlet for the 
frustrations of running these companies.  When I started interjecting my 
observations and the conclusions to which I came, she began depending on 
my advice more and more.  Out of that was born an unofficial 
consultancy, and as I saw her acting on the input I provided, I began to 
realize that I had found my niche in her world. I felt that now, 
finally, I was earning my keep outside the bedroom.

Soon, Patricia began including me in her meetings and relying on my 
observations and extrapolations in her decision-making, and was, on the 
whole, very pleased with the result.

Except for a few rough spots while I searched for meaning in my life, 
our personal relationship continued to grow.  Our sexual escapades came 
with much less frequency, of necessity, but each time seemed better than 
the last, and showed no sign of diminishing any time soon.

It wasn't a big surprise, then, when Patricia asked me to marry her. I 
guess that was supposed to be my role, but we had never been hung up on 
tradition, and I was just as happy to be the one to be asked.

I insisted that she have her lawyer draw up a pre-nuptial agreement.  I 
wanted no question in anyone's mind as to what I wanted out of our 
marriage.  When she and the lawyer brought it to me to sign, I reached 
for the pen without reading it.

Patricia stopped me. "Read it, Gary. I need you to know what's in it for 
the same reason you insisted on having it drawn up."

The agreement was VERY generous.  I would not be able to take her to the 
cleaners, even if I were so inclined, but no matter how the relationship 
turned out, I would be wealthy beyond my wildest dreams - or needs.

"This is too much, Patricia!" I told her, "I told you - all I want from 
you is you!"

Patricia smiled and, to the lawyer's embarrassment, kissed me passionately.

"I inherited most of my money and property, Gary," she said softly, "and 
though I daresay I've been an adequate steward of my Father's wealth, 
even increasing it somewhat, that money has never given me even the 
tiniest fraction of the joy that you've brought into my life. 
Furthermore, your insight and advice has helped increase my wealth 
considerably.  I want to know, in my heart, that should our paths 
diverge at some time in the future, you will at least not have to worry 
about money. Accept it, please. It comes from my bank account, but 
originates in my heart!"

Yet another soulful kiss had the lawyer fidgeting within his three piece 
suit, and when it didn't break off for quite some time, he surprised us 
both by saying, "Get a room, for chrissake! But sign the agreement 
first, and hurry up! I've got to go jack off!"

Laughing our heads off, we somehow calmed down enough to sign the paper.

"You've been my attorney too long, Howard!" Patricia gasped, stifling 
her laughter "We need to find someone to take care of that for you!"

She gestured at the bulge in his trousers.

Howard grinned, proud of his coup, but said, "That wouldn't be very 
professional, now, would it, Ms. Collins?"

"Depends on whose profession we're talking about!" Patricia replied, 
"Yours, or the oldest one...!"

Howard showed even more depth by replying, "Some say they're one and the 
same."

"In which case, you're covered!" she rebutted.

Howard capitulated with a grin, stuffing the papers into his briefcase.

Patricia patted him on the cheek, saying, "You are a treasure, Howard! I 
never knew you had a sense of humor, even after all the years we've 
worked together!"

Howard blushed and said, "I guess it only shows when I'm horny, and you 
two are enough make the Pope forget his vows! Sheesh!"

"If I didn't need your professional services, Howard," Patricia's voice 
went low and sultry, "I'd invite you to stay and play with us, but I 
shall have to forego that pleasure until I have found a suitable 
replacement for you as my attorney!"

"That won't be necessary, Ms. Collins." Howard smiled, "As tempting as 
your offer sounds, I value our professional relationship too much to 
jeopardize it, even for such a prize.  Good evening, Patricia, Gary. 
Don't get up - Edgar will show me out!"

Our quiet little wedding turned into the society event of year in San 
Francisco, and by the time we boarded the Collins private jet on the 
tarmac at SFO, I felt as though I needed a shower to wash off the crap 
after smiling politely and saying glib things all day to people who 
would just as soon cut my throat as look at me.  Some were simply 
money-grubbers, others jealous of my having won Patricia where they had 
failed.  Some made little effort to hide the fact that they thought I 
had married Patricia's fortune, but after my lovely wife related the 
story of how I insisted on her drawing up the pre-nuptial agreement, in 
her inimitable style, gushing over how I had intended to sign it without 
even reading it, that noise quieted somewhat.

There were a few who seemed, genuinely, to wish us well, and I tried to 
remember those names so we could remember their kindness when we did 
'Thank you' notes.

Our honeymoon on a small South Pacific island was heaven on earth. Our 
passion, if anything, manifested more strongly under the tropical moon, 
as did our love for each other, even though, by mutual agreement, we 
left the goody bag at home.

There was a young lad working around the resort whose infatuation with 
my new wife grew more pronounced with each passing day, until one day, 
as we lounged on the beach and his shadow hovered in the background, I 
took the issue up with Patricia.

"You know we're either going to have to get rid of this kid," I 
whispered in her ear, "or give him what he wants."

"Hmmmm!" Patricia put a fingertip to her lips as she thought that over, 
"He's kind of cute, don't you think?"

"Well," I temporized, "I'm not really connosieur of boys, but I suppose 
he's cute enough. A little young, don't you think?"

She smiled from under the broad brim of her beach hat, "On this island, 
if he has pubic hair, he's old enough!"

"Really!" I smiled back, "Well, I wanted an adventurous lady, so far be 
it from me to stand in the way of your adventures!"

"Oh," she replied, "you'll be there or I won't do it. I don't think this 
is going to be a monogamous relationship, based on what I've seen so 
far, but I don't fancy taking lovers when you're not there.  It just 
wouldn't do!"

"I second that emotion, my dear," I said, "but I wasn't planning to be 
absent. Do you suppose he'll take us both on?"

"It wouldn't surprise me in the least. These folks are a bit more 
carefree when it comes to sex than most of our friends and neighbors at 
home." She said, "Let's ask him, shall we?"

At my nod, she snapped her fingers in the boy's direction.

"You there!" she commanded, "Stop staring and come over here!"

"Yes miss!?" the tan young fellow was in front of her in a flash.

"That's 'Mrs.', young man!" she said, pretending to be peeved, "Mrs. 
Travis as a matter of fact. You've been staring at me since I got here. 
Do you want to have sex with me?"

The poor lad didn't know what to say! For all he knew, she was about to 
call the local constabulary on him.

"Because if you do," Patricia continued, putting her arm around my 
waist, "my husband and I are a package deal. If you want me, you have to 
take him, too!"

"Oh!" he said, suddenly all smiles, "Okay! Some of the men in the 
village, they like young boys like me too! Sometime they make sex with 
me like a girl."

"Does that bother you?" I asked.

"Oh, no, sir!" he answered, "It feel good, at least after first one! 
That one hurt like fire!"

Patricia and I looked at each other and smiled. Even through the 
sunglasses we seemed connected.

"Your place or ours?" she asked.

"You come!" he said, taking her hand and motioning me to follow, "I know 
good place make sex!"

About a fifteen minute walk through palm trees and then dense, green 
undergrowth, following a faint path, brought us to a small glade 
centered on a rocky pool that was fed by a high but tiny waterfall. 
Mist from the falling water created a lush mini-jungle around the pool, 
and the pool itself looked quite deep.

"See?" Our guide crowed, "Very romantic, yes? Come, we swim first!"

"Wait a minute!" Patricia said, as our companion skimmed 
un-selfconsciously out of his shorts, "What's your name?"

"Oh!" He said, as he stood there, completely nude, a medium sized boner 
bobbing in front of him, "Samo'akane! Everybody call me Sam!"

"Hi, Sam!" Patricia said, and I echoed her greeting, "I'm Patricia and 
this is my husband Gary. There's something else you need to know before 
we can have sex, so just wait right there!"

With that, she turned her back to him and peeled off her one-piece suit. 
She crossed her fingers and gave me a look that said 'I sure hope this 
works!'

I stepped protectively to her side, just in case, as she turned around, 
her own flagpole already at half-staff.

Sam's eyes got as big around as saucers and he dropped to his knees on 
the ground before us, staring raptly at Patricia's groin area. He began 
babbling in the native language and genuflecting before my wife.

"Sam!" Patricia said, "Sam! Stop that! What are you doing?"

"Oh!" Sam snapped out of his trance to answer, "Patricia very, very 
powerful! Legend say man-woman give birth to kings, heroes. Man have sex 
with such a woman is blessed by the gods!"

"Well, don't get your hopes up, fella!" she told him, "The only man 
that's going to give me babies is this one right here -  the one I 
married! We just want to fool around a little with you!"

Sam nodded, "Sam know! Sam still luckiest man! Only great man marry 
man-sex woman! Sam lucky either way - Patricia, Gary both good luck!"

Patricia gave me a bemused smile, then shrugged and waded into the 
crystal clear water of the pool. Since everyone else was naked, I 
shucked my swim trunks and started to join Patricia in the pool.

Sam stood staring at my cock.

"See!" He exclaimed, "Gary GREAT man! Good husband for Patricia! Lucky Sam!"

The water was slightly cooler than the tropical ocean water, but still 
very nice. Sam waded in then swam to where Patricia and I stood chin 
deep in the cool water.

"Touch?" he asked as he approached us, and when Patricia nodded, I felt 
a warm hand wrap around my shaft as I watched the distorted image of the 
lad's other brown hand wrap around my lover's cock under the water. 
Sam's black hair sank beneath the surface and Patricia gasped as he 
engulfed her rod in his mouth.

For an unbelievably long time, Sam's stayed glued to her shaft and I 
could see Patricia making fucking motions under the water.

The boy finally came up for air, and when he submerged the next time I 
felt my own cock surrounded by wet, warm flesh!

Sam went back and forth between us several times before Patricia grabbed 
him around the waist and turned him facing away from her. Sam's face 
contorted briefly in a grimace as my wife made her entry, then settled 
into  a blissful smile as she sank all the way into his body. I swam 
around behind them and entered Patricia's sweet pussy as she fucked the 
Island boy, but she had other ideas.

"I want to watch you suck this sweet boy off while I fuck him, baby!" 
She rasped, "Will you do that for me?"

Would I do that for her?  It was one thing to give blow-jobs to a lovely 
woman who happened to have a cock, and quite another to suck off another 
man, or, in this case, boy.  Still, while the appeal wasn't all that 
great, I had vowed to go along with my lover's adventurous spirit, and 
it wasn't going to do me any harm!

I guided them into shallower water, and when Sam's boner finally broke 
the surface of the pool, I took my first taste of another guy's dick. 
There actually wasn't much of a taste, other than a slight mineral 
flavor from the water, but the rigid shaft was different from both mine 
and Patricia's.  For one thing, the boy was uncut, and it was strange to 
peel back his foreskin in my mouth, so my tongue could play around his 
glans. The opening in the end of his foreskin was fairly small, and once 
peeled back, it stayed constricted around his shaft, just below the head.

When I took the entire thing down my throat, Sam groaned and thrust his 
hips forward.

"OH!" He cried, "Mister Gary! Missus Patricia!"

Sam couldn't decide which sensation he enjoyed most, and alternated 
between jamming his prick down my throat, and slamming his butt into 
Patricia! It was pretty clear he wasn't going to last long, and sure 
enough, I soon felt him pulsing into my throat as he cried out in ecstasy!

I had never really developed a love for the taste of cum, though 
Patricia seemed to relish the stuff.  My tolerance for it had, out of 
necessity, grown over the last few months, and as cum went, Sam's wasn't 
bad.

I didn't think Patricia was done with the boy, so I kept up my oral 
manipulation, and soon Sam was ready to go again.

"Come around behind me, Samo." Patricia instructed gently, "Now, pretend 
I'm a man... Yeah! Right there!"

"Another Patricia sandwich?" I asked as I waded closer to my enchanting 
lover.

"You got it, baby!" she told me in a sultry voice that sent chills down 
my spine.

I turned the two of them until Sam was in the shallower water of the 
pool and I stood in slightly deeper water.  Grasping Patricia's thighs, 
I hooked them over my arms as my rigid cock found the warm confines of 
her slippery pussy!  Sam groaned as he felt my cock slip into her body 
on the other side of the thin membrane from his.

I lifted Patricia's legs higher, until they rested on my shoulders, 
leaving her sweet body helplessly impaled on our two cocks!  The slope 
of the pool was just about right. Sam, being of shorter stature than I, 
by standing uphill was able to match my penetration without any trouble. 
I let him set his own pace, and timed my strokes to counter his - 
withdrawing as he went in and plunging inward as he withdrew.

Patricia moaned at the double penetration, and kissed me passionately, 
swiveling her hips around our shafts to enjoy the sensation even more!

"Ooh, baby!" She cooed, "The things we do together! God! We definitely 
need to do THIS some more!"

Sam, despite having cum only moments earlier, was going like a rabbit, 
excited, apparently, by the prospect of screwing my delicious man-woman.

"Sam!" I finally said, "Slow down, son! We're not in a race!"

Sam grinned sheepishly and moderated his pace. This time, I matched him, 
stroke for stroke, so that we were driving into my beautiful wife at the 
same time.  Patricia was gasping and moaning, loving every thrust.

I looked into my lover's eyes, only to find her staring into mine. 
Suddenly, those brilliant blue orbs swallowed me, and I felt that we had 
suddenly changed bodies!  It wasn't that I felt those two cocks within 
me, but I felt how she felt about it! The lust and the love for ME! The 
utter abandonment with which she gave her body and soul to the emotions 
as well as the physical sensation overwhelmed me, even as it resonated 
with my own devotion to this lovely elemental being within whom I was 
buried, mentally and physically!

It is not often given to lovers to KNOW the depth of one's feelings for 
the other.  Most of us rely on looks, touches, words, and deeds, 
combined with equal parts of hope and faith to say that someone loves 
us. In that instant, though, I KNEW that I felt what Patricia was 
feeling for me, even as I poured my own heart into hers! I KNEW too, 
that she was feeling me as surely as I experienced her!

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realized that my body was 
experiencing a crashing orgasm as I captured my beautiful lover's mouth 
in a soulful kiss! Patricia's body, too, went rigid and spasmed around 
me, as, somewhere off in the far distance, another mouth gave voice to 
cries of ecstasy!

Some immeasurable time later, I realized that we were kneeling in the 
shallow water of the pool, and Sam was gingerly extricating himself from 
my lover's nether opening.  He stumbled from the water, looking with awe 
over his shoulder as Patricia and I held our embrace, unwilling, as yet, 
to part.

The next twenty four hours are a little hazy in my memory.  I'm pretty 
sure we stayed at the pool long after Sam had donned his shorts and 
left.  Somehow, we must have found our way back to the resort, because 
we were in bed, making slow, langorous love, when the resort manager 
came banging on our door.

"Mr. and Mrs. Travis?!" he called, "Please open the door! It is very 
urgent!"

We threw on robes and I went to see what the ruckus was about.

"Mr. Travis! Thank God!" the manager was sweating and mopping his brow 
with a handkerchief, "May we come in?"

I looked beyond him to the crowd of people gathered outside the door to 
our bungalow and asked, "All of you? I don't think there's room!"

The imposing gentleman who wore a flowered wraparound and a wealth of 
shells and brightly colored feathers, motioned the pretty young lady at 
his side to enter. He then turned and spoke to those behind him, before 
following the Manager into the room.  Planting himself in front of the 
manager, he glared at him until the sweating white man sheepishly turned 
to leave.

When the door had closed once more, the muscular native nodded at the 
young lady.

"This is King Kalea O Nikili. He is the ruler of the islands of this 
archaepelago." She gestured gracefully toward the king, and we nodded 
respectfully, not sure of the proper etiquette,  "Samo'akane says you 
are the man-woman. The king wishes to know if this is true."

Patricia and I looked at each other, and I moved protectively in front 
of her.  I wasn't sure if I could take this guy, but if he got 
belligerent, I was going to try.  My new wife gently urged me aside.

"If I ever see Sam again," she whispered in my ear, "I'm going to have a 
long talk with him about kissing and telling!"

I had to smile.

"It is true." she told the girl.