Traci and Greg - More Stories Pt. 03

Traci and Greg - more stories part 3

Still Enjoying Married Life.

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New Year's Eve was around the corner, and I asked Traci what she'd like to do since she wasn't on-call this year. "Let's just stay home and have a quiet celebration for the two of us. New Year's is always amateur night when it comes to drunks on the road."

"We can always go to a hotel celebration and just walk up to our room if you'd like to get out to dance and celebrate," I said.

"No, let's just have you and me, a little bubbly, and watch the ball drop from Times Square on TV." Traci added, "Did I tell you I went by the Jewelry store on my lunch break and had Ray tweak the watch band one notch. It was just a little loose to where it would roll on my wrist and When I would look at it, I would always have to spin it around to see the watch face. It's perfect now. I love it by the way; the blue watch face makes it really easy to read the hands on the dial."

"Honey, I'm glad you like it. You know, if I ever give something to you and it isn't right, don't ever feel like you can't exchange it just because it was a gift from me. I know you like the watch and the blue watch face, but if you find that annoying to read when you're in a hurry, I would be happier if you exchanged it for one that worked better for you. I won't be offended," I said, squeezing Traci's hand.

"Trust me honey, if it wasn't right, I'd let you know and take you with me to find something that worked better for me. I know you wouldn't be offended. And I hope you realize the reverse is true."

In keeping with Traci's desire for a quiet home celebration for New Year's Eve, I bought a bottle of Moet & Chandon and had it chilling in the fridge along with two champagne glasses. Together we made a fried wonton appetizer in the air fryer to have as finger food during the evening. We spent the last hour leading up to midnight sipping champagne, snacking, and making out on the sofa in the living room.

We watched Anderson Cooper's New Year's Eve show and watched the ball drop as we kissed passionately to ring in the new year. About 10 past midnight, Traci got up, took the leftover wontons to the kitchen and led me and our champagne glasses and bottle into the bedroom. Leading me over to sit on the bed, she started doing a slow, sultry strip tease. When she took off her top and bra, a very pretty red-lace bra, she came close to me. Squeezing her breasts together as best as she could she pushed them toward my face; so being silly, I motor-boated them before taking a nipple in my mouth and giving it a good suck.

Traci moaned as she cradled my head to her breast. Once her nipple grew erect, I tenderly bit it, gently stretching it out with my teeth. As she continued to moan and hiss, I did the same to her other nipple. Traci was obviously very aroused, but she pushed my shoulders and stepped away from the bed to continue her strip tease.

Inching her jeans off her hips a tiny bit at a time, Traci spun around shaking her tush and revealing that she had a matching red-lace thong that went with the bra she removed earlier. Traci got closer to me as she danced and inched her jeans down until they were halfway down her thighs and she couldn't walk anymore; so she collapsed backward onto my lap. I kissed and bit her shoulder as she kicked off her jeans.

Reaching around her, I caressed her hardening cock through her panty front until it was fully hard and peeking out above the top hem of her panty. Pushing the front of her panty down, I stroked her cock gently, still nibbling and biting her shoulder and neck. Traci was squirming and moaning; whimpering was closer to the truth, as she wanted release as she got worked up drinking the champagne and from making out for the past hour.

I had Traci get on all fours in the middle of the bed as I slipped her thong off her hips and down her legs. I climbed on the bed behind her and started stroking her cock straight down toward the bed as I rimmed her. I licked her crack, her perineum, and her ball sack, before focusing on her rose bud, thrusting my tongue in and out as much as I could. I ran my fingernails over her ball sack as it retreated into the body.

As she got closer to climax, I grabbed one of the champagne glasses off the nightstand and slid it under her cock as she crested and cried out in ecstasy. Traci climaxed into the glass, and I just managed to pull it out from under her before she collapsed onto the bed.

"God, that was nice. Very nice," she uttered softly.

I rolled her onto her back and helped her sit up against the headboard. Handing her the glass, after looking at it she smiled, "You stinky devil."

I asked her, "Would you like a little more champagne with your cum?"

She nodded and I poured a little in her glass and poured some for myself as well. The bubbles surrounded the cum and it floated to the top as she drank it down and stuck out her glass for more. As she sipped what I poured her, I laid next to her, and I put my head in her lap and started licking her soft cock. It was still a bit sensitive, and Traci's body flinched when I licked the head.

"You're so inventive," she said, "you always seem to find new ways to pleasure me."

Caressing my hair as I continued to lick her soft cock, she added, "you're terribly over dressed, you know."

"Well maybe you ought to do something about that." I responded.

Pushing my head off her lap, Traci climbed on top of me, straddling my hips. Kissing my chest as she unbuttoned my shirt, when she reached my belt, she unbuckled it and pulled it from my slacks tossing it across the room. After unbuttoning my pants Traci pulled the shirt tail out of my pants and pushed the shirt off my shoulders. Still kissing my chest, she started licking and teasing my nipples.

Traci eased herself down onto my thighs as she worked her way down my body. When she got to my slacks, she unzipped them and started inching them off my waist, eventually needing to stand up so I could lift my hips to get the slacks moving past my butt.

"Roll over, I want to massage your back." I got further up on the mattress so all of me was on the bed; naked I lay on my stomach as Traci straddled my butt as she began using some baby oil on my shoulders and back. Though I wasn't stiff or sore, the massage felt nice; however, I could feel her cock getting firmer as it lay between my ass cheeks. "Babe, you have a fine ass. Would it be OK if I were to, uhm, pleasure myself in it," Traci asked, almost shyly as she didn't think I would say yes.

"Honey, it's fine. You know you don't have to ask. I didn't anticipate this though, so I didn't clean out, I hope it's not too messy."

"I'm sure it will be fine babe, and if there's a bit of a mess, I'll just wash it off after."

With that Traci began putting lube on and in my anus, and on herself. Traci had me lift up my hips and she stuffed two pillows under them and had me spread my legs apart. Slowly she pressed into me with her hard cock. Her cock isn't anywhere as thick as mine, and even thinner than the wide spot on the vibrating butt plug, so I didn't have any pain in accommodating her.

"This is nice, babe. I love that you let me be the top once in a while," Traci said, as she slowly moved in and out of my ass. Initially she was hugging my back as she did so, but as she got more and more aroused, she began using my back for leverage and she was pushing off my shoulder blades with her hands so she could thrust harder into me.

My cock was trapped between my body and the pillows and was getting firmer as Traci plowed my ass. "This feels nice honey. Make love to my ass. Fuck me, fuck me harder," I said, definitely enjoying this, but I also knew that Traci loved the verbal stimulation from talking dirty. After only 5 or 6 minutes, I could tell Traci was getting close.

"Babe, this feels so good. I'm not going to last much longer. Oh shit, oh shit, oh fuck, I'm cumming." Traci thrust in one final time and screeched "aaaahhhh" as she pumped her load into me. I clenched my ass squeezing tight around her and I could feel her cock pulsing as she climaxed. Traci collapsed onto my back. She was working hard to fuck me because I could feel her perspiration on my back, as she lay there regaining her strength.

"God, you have a really nice ass, babe. It's firm and tight, and I really like fucking it. Not quite as much as I like you fucking my ass, but as a change of pace, I think it's awesome."

"That's good honey, because I like having you fuck my ass as a change of pace."

Traci reached her arms around my waist and hugged me from behind. "Babe, I'm gonna slip out any second. Maybe we should go rinse off in the shower."

We did, and I managed to keep everything in me until we made it to the shower stall before Traci's cum started leaking from my butt. Traci washed my back getting all the excess baby oil off, and we both carefully soaped up and rinsed off without getting our hair wet, as we both hate soggy pillows.

After drying off, we headed back into the bedroom. Traci stripped off the pillowcase of the top pillow and tossed it aside as it had some baby oil and/or lube drippings on it. I grabbed another pillowcase from the linen closet, and we were under the covers in a few minutes.

Traci wasn't done though as she immediately began snuggling and reaching down to stroke my cock. Kissing me as she did so, I quickly got hard in her hand. Traci kissed her way down my body and took my cock in her mouth. Using her expert skills, Traci edged me a couple of times before getting serious and sucking me dry. I was already pretty horned up from the earlier activities this evening, so it only took Traci less than 20 minutes to bring me to the edge multiple times before allowing me to crest that wave and erupt in her mouth with a long roar of approval.

"Traci, you're so good at that," I said, still trying to recover my breath, "you know my body so well and exactly what to do to edge me and what to do to make me climax when you're ready. I love you!"

Traci licked the last little dribbles of cum from my cock, causing my body to shudder, before pulling the covers back over us and snuggling against my chest. I glanced at the clock to discover it was almost 2:00 AM.

"Let's get some sleep, babe."

I kissed Traci goodnight. "Happy New Year, Mrs. Brooks."

"Happy New Year, Mr. Thompson"

Since Traci was not on-call this New Year's Day, we could be lazy and lay around, but my body clock still hasn't adjusted to retirement and by 6:45 I couldn't lay in bed any longer despite the excellent orgasm and the 2AM bedtime. So, I quietly got out of bed, brushed my teeth, dressed in a pair of sweatpants-shorts and a tee, and went to the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea and to read yesterday's newspaper. After 2 cups of tea, completely reading the newspaper, it was going on toward 8:30 AM, so I went to check on Traci, taking her a cup of coffee as I went.

She was just rousing as I sat on the bed next to her. "Umm, babe, that coffee smells good. And such a nice way to wake up, coffee in bed. I love you." She took the mug, cupping it in her hands as she took a sip. She reached up the leg of my shorts gently grasping my cock. "You know what would be a perfect way to start off this morning? How about if you get naked, spoon me, and slide this monster into my butt. I could really use a good fucking this morning."

"Well, I was going to make you biscuits with sausage gravy for breakfast, but if you'd rather have my cock in your ass, I guess that can be arranged," I said chuckling. It took me seconds to shed my clothes. Traci was lubing herself as I undressed, and she began stroking my hardening cock and lubing it up at the same time. Once I was hard enough, I slipped into bed behind Traci spooning her and guided my cock into her waiting butt.

"Ooo, yeah, babe, that's so nice. You feel extra thick in this position." I waited for a moment before starting to thrust, but Traci was already starting to push back at me with her tush. I held her hip pointer as I slowly began thrusting into her, with Traci pushing back to meet my thrusts.

"Babe, that feels so nice. I love having you inside me." I kept a slow steady rhythm making tender love to my wife. Based on the moans and sighs and the verbal encouragement Traci was loving every minute of this morning's session. When things started to dry out, I applied more lube and kept the same slow steady timing. I reached around to stroke Traci's hard cock that was flopping about as we made love. Traci started whimpering and begging me to fuck her harder, so I got on my knees and started thrusting harder and faster into her while she continued to lay on her side.

Traci seemed to be really close but just not quite able to get over the edge, so after 4 or 5 minutes I pulled out of her, shifted her onto her back with a pillow under her butt. I re-lubed Traci and myself and slid my cock into her. Immediately the head of my cock hit her prostate, and her body flinched as she let out a strong hiss, "Yes". Traci pulled her legs back with her arms, so her knees were nearly touching her shoulders as I kept thrusting in and out. On every inward thrust she let out an "Ohh!". It began sounding like a steam train, "Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh," as I kept thrusting.

After several minutes though I needed to rest, so I slowed down significantly. Using her toes, Traci started teasing my left nipple with her right foot. While doing this she moved her left leg to my right shoulder, so I took advantage of the position to bite and suck on her big toe. "Oh, shit,' Traci hissed. She had lavender colored nail polish on her toes which was also sort of sparkly in the sunlight coming in the window. Fascinated with her moans as I nibbled on her toe, I slid it into my mouth and sucked on it like a tiny little dick, licking, biting and sucking on it.

I started thrusting harder again and began scraping my bottom teeth on the inside of the joint between the pad of her big toe and the ball of her foot. This culminated quickly with Traci losing control as she went crying into orgasm land, shooting multiple spurts of cum onto her belly and breasts. Arching her back as she climaxed, and with her mouth wide open as if she was straining to say something, she let out a quiet screech before collapsing back into the bed.

"Babe, babe, you have to stop, babe, I mean it, apple, APPLE!" Traci said our safe word, so I stopped thrusting, leaving my cock in her ass.

"Traci are you OK? Am I hurting you in some way?"

"No babe, it's just too sensitive right now. You were hitting my prostate just right and I was starting to have those little explosions in my head. While I wouldn't mind cumming again, it's too soon and I didn't want to be out of it for the whole day." We stayed like this for a few minutes with her warmth keeping me hard. "You were close, weren't you? Let me ride you so I can control the penetration; or better yet, let me wash you off and I'll finish you in my mouth."

Leaning down to give Traci a quick kiss. "Can I offer a third suggestion?"

"What's that?"

"How about if we go have breakfast together and resume this play after we eat and relax for a while."

"That sounds like a plan. I will make this up to you, I promise."

"Traci, you don't have to make things up to me. I'm not keeping a score. It's not like, you cum, well dammit I need to cum too. I love you; you're my wife, there are times where you've made me cum and not immediately gotten to cum in return. I'm a mature soul, and I can wait until later. So, let's rinse off in the shower and go make breakfast."

"Are you really going to make biscuits with sausage gravy?"

"Yes, well they aren't scratch biscuits, they're the Pilsbury frozen southern style biscuits that bake in the oven and the gravy is Pioneer Country Gravy with sausage crumbles in it, but yes."

"Umm, that sounds good, let's go. Day's a wastin', sunlight's burnin', move it along."

I chuckled as I pulled out and climbed off the bed. Traci jumped out of bed and, grabbing my hard cock, led me to the shower. "Is that Kentucky humor showing," I asked?

"I don't know, just some stuff my Peepaw, my grandfather, used to say when I was a child."

"Well, I love it, and I love you."

Breakfast was going to be easy and tasty if I do say so myself. The longest part was baking the biscuits, but it gave us a chance to chat. Traci asked me, "Do you think I should get bottom surgery?"

"What? I'm not understanding your question."

"You know what bottom surgery is, right?"

"Yes, it's when someone has their penis converted into a vagina. Why? Are you considering that?"

"Well, I was wondering if you would ever want me to be a real woman."

"Traci, you are a real woman. I love you just the way you are. If you really feel the need to do this, I'll always support you, but I guess I'm not understanding this sudden change."

"Don't get me wrong, I like the way I am too, I just thought if you wanted to have another hole...."

"Traci, stop with this talk. If I needed to be with a CIS woman, I wouldn't have asked you to marry me. I don't want you to change anything about yourself for me. You are intelligent, beautiful, accomplished, and you're so freaking hot it scares me. You own and operate your own business. You're respected in the community. And you have this cute something extra between your legs that sets you apart from every other woman I've ever met. I love you; I love you just as you are." I stopped there because I was starting to feel like I was raising my voice.

The oven chime sounded, and I finished off making breakfast, made Traci another coffee and another tea for myself. As we sat and ate, Traci added, "Babe, I wasn't trying to make you crazy. I was just thinking that maybe you might want something different."

"Traci, let me ask you something. Should I dye my hair to get rid of the gray, should I get Botox to get rid of my crow's feet, or plastic surgery to get rid of the loose skin on my Adam's apple? After all, you might want to be seen with a younger man. I personally don't want to make these changes, but if you want me to, I will do it for you."

"Oh, come on, don't be silly. I love you just the way you are." She paused, "OK, point taken; I'm sorry."

As we finished breakfast, Traci got up and came over to hug me. "I'm sorry. I was feeling inferior because I couldn't let you finish inside me earlier."

"Honey, there is no need to apologize for that or the discussion. I'm sorry if I raised my voice, I didn't want to do that."

"Can I ask you something else?"

"Sure, what's that?"

"Do you want to go with me to my 20-year high school reunion? I haven't been to my 10th or 15th reunions, and I thought it might be fun to go."

"Yeah, I think that will be fun. I imagine everyone will be shocked because you were still living as a male in high school, weren't you?"

"Well, more androgynous, than male, I hung around with a lot of girls back then - they thought I was gay; but yes, I hadn't come out yet or began my transition."

"Won't you be risking a lot in your business life going to your reunion? Up until now I'm guessing none of your school chums have recognized you as a woman. You'll be stepping right into that limelight."

"Well, I don't think it will be too much of an issue. We lived just outside Lexington when I went to high school because Lexington was where my father worked. They moved here when he retired so he could do more fishing without driving so far and to get away from the "city" life as Lexington was growing and expanding. It was too much city, not enough country for my dad. I haven't bumped into any of my old schoolmates here, so I think things will be OK. And if anyone gives me a hard time, then we'll just leave. No big deal."

"Then, sure. Let's plan on going. When is it?"

"It's the second week of April, just a week before our anniversary."

"Well, go ahead and get us tickets or whatever we need to do to attend. If it is in Lexington, perhaps we should get a room at the hotel. Lastly, do I need a new suit or is one of the three I have good enough?"

"You can wear the suit you married me in, but we can get you a different shirt and tie. I'm going to get a new dress for sure. I'll get all the details, and we'll figure it out where we will stay."

"I'll leave it in your capable hands, sweetie."

As she promised, Traci made things up to me with a long and energetic blow job, edging me several times before finally making me climax in her mouth. She swallowed everything and even scooped up the little bit that dribbled down her chin and swallowed that too before cuddling with me on the sofa. "God that was nice," I said quietly as I regained my composure.

Traci worked on the arrangements for the reunion as Valentine's Day creeped up on us. We went to dinner at Olive Garden, primarily because that was where Traci wanted to go. Olive Garden is OK, but I generally prefer a family run restaurant when I want to eat good Italian food; it just feels more authentic to me. But we had a nice time, and we spent the rest of the evening canoodling and making love.

In late March, I went by the jewelry store to see Ray and order the Citizen Corso Diamond watch I originally wanted to give to Traci for Christmas, but I knew she wouldn't wear it to work. My plan back then was to give it to her for our anniversary, but since we were going to the reunion in Lexington, I thought I would give it to her a week early so she could wear it at the reunion if it went with her new dress. She wasn't going to let me see the new dress until the night of the reunion, so I had no clue if the watch would be appropriate or not.

At any rate, Ray had the watch in stock, and he even kept notes on Traci's wrist size when she had the band on the one I gave her for Christmas resized, so he adjusted this band so it should fit her perfectly. He even had one of the clerks giftwrap it for me to save me the extra step of doing it myself.

The reunion was to be held at the Clarion Hotel in Lexington. I checked out the hotel website and they had some awesome amenities: a huge pool, a large indoor hot tub, a breakfast area, and a variety of guest rooms and suites. Traci wanted to reserve us a king guest room since we were only going to be there one night, but I talked her into driving there on Friday evening, to spend Saturday relaxing before attending the reunion, stay over Saturday night and return home Sunday morning.

I called the hotel and upgraded us to a King Suite for the extra lounge space and paid the difference from the special room rate the reunion had published. I know Traci oversaw making the arrangements, but sometimes she 'cheaps-out' when it comes to spending money, so I did the room upgrade without telling her. I wanted this to be special for her since she had never attended any of her prior reunions.

Thursday evening before leaving for the reunion, we packed various items for the trip, when I presented the watch to Traci. I told her it was an early anniversary present. Traci gushed when she opened it, "Greg, this is beautiful." Traci hugged me and adored me with kisses.

"I don't know if it goes with what you're wearing, but if it did, I wanted you to have it for the reunion."

"We'll have to see once we get there," she said. Traci packed the garment bag with my suit, dress shirt, and her dress. She made me promise not to peek while she was at work on Friday. I promised I wouldn't peek.

The drive to Lexington on Friday evening was uneventful. The only traffic we came upon was as we got closer to our exit for the hotel. After checking in and going to our room was when Traci figured out I was a bad boy and upgraded our room request. She liked the room, but felt we didn't need to spend the extra money on it since we were only there two nights.

Friday evening, we went next door to the Sedona Taphouse for dinner. Really great food and excellent service, plus we didn't have to drive anywhere, so if we over imbibed, it was no big deal.

We met a couple of Traci schoolmates at breakfast the next morning, but it seemed the majority of those attending were coming in some time on Saturday afternoon. None of them could place Traci though, and I'm sure more than a few went looking in their yearbook for Traci's photo when they went back to their room.

We lounged around the pool and the hot tub most of the day, grabbing a grilled chicken Caesar salad at the Sedona late in the afternoon before heading up to our room. The reunion started at 7:00 PM and was supposed to run until 10:00PM. So, Traci started getting ready at 6:00 PM, doing everything except putting on the dress - you know, make-up, hair, lingerie, stockings, matching strapless bra, panty, and garter, and her three inch spike heels. The panty covered about half of her butt cheeks so I figured she would be tucking tonight.

I was dressed in my suit and had just finished tying my necktie when Traci went into the bathroom and put on her dress. She came out and asked me to zip her in the back. After I did, she turned to face me.

"Holy crap honey, that's one amazing dress." This thing was powder blue, shimmering, with spaghetti straps; it was snug, hugging her curves, but not too small if you know what I mean. It wasn't like she was poured in it; it just fit perfectly. It landed a few inches above her right knee, and curved up at a slight angle to the left leg ending in a cut-out on the side of her left thigh that almost reached the hem of her stocking. She looked like a model out of one of the fashion magazines. Seriously here, I think my heart skipped a beat when I saw her.

"Do you like it? It's a body-con homecoming dress."

"I'm not sure what you call it; it looks like a 'I'm gonna cum in my pants' dress. Honey, you look amazing. I've told you many, many times how hot you've looked, but never as hot as you look tonight. Girl, you are smoking hot." Traci blushed when I said that.

"Thanks, babe. You're too sweet. Here let me fix your tie," she said, as she centered my tie in the opening in my collar. Not wanting to mess up her lipstick, she blew me an air-kiss. It was just 5 past 7, so we headed downstairs to go to the event.

It was being held in one of their good-sized meeting rooms at the facility. They had a DJ, a small dance floor, a buffet of hors d'oeuvres, and a cash bar; and the committee members must have got there early because the room was nicely decorated with streamers, and a small bouquet on each of the tables.

All told, there were probably 60 or 65 people there, not bad I guess out of a class of 530 for a 20-year reunion. Of course, I had nothing to compare it with as I never went to any of my reunions, I was always in a different part of the country for all of mine except my 5-year reunion and I even passed on that one.

We all got name-badges when we entered the room and were invited to sit wherever we liked. After we picked out a table with another couple that we saw at breakfast, I got Traci a Vodka Tonic and a Bud Light for myself. As I turned to go back to the table another woman approached me, "Were you in our graduating class, I don't remember you. You're a little old for our graduating class aren't you"

"No, I'm with Traci," I said pointing to the table, "I'm her husband."

"Yeah, I don't remember her either. I do remember a Tracy Brooks, but that was a boy, gay if I remember correctly."

"OK, well excuse me," I said walking away hoping this wasn't going to go on all night.

As I approached the table the couple there with Traci was finishing up a comment, "I'm so glad you found your true self. It is great the way things turned out for you after getting such criticism in high school," the woman said, her husband smiling.

"Well, here you are," Traci said, "You remember Kathleen and Dan from this morning?"

"Yes, great seeing you again," I replied as I set Traci's drink before her. "This is a nice venue they chose, isn't it? Have you tried the Taphouse next door?" We spent the next 15 minutes making small talk as two other couples joined our table, both women from Traci's class with their husbands.

The ladies talked about school, children, careers, etc., while we guys talked about baseball, the Red's prospects for the season that's just begun. The one guy, Russ, was a Braves fan so we had to give him some crap even knowing that they were the better of the two teams. Mark, the other husband at the table, and I got up to get a fresh round of drinks for the table, and after dropping them off, we took a cruise down the hors d'oeuvres buffet, snagging a variety of things for the table to enjoy.

"Greg, you're one lucky dude."

"How's that," I asked.

"Your wife is a fox; she's gorgeous," Mark said.

"Thanks, don't I know it. She really is very beautiful. I've told her she is smoking hot, but I've never called her a fox. I'll have to add that to my list of compliments," I said, as we chuckled while walking back to the table. "But you can't complain about your wife, she's very attractive too," I added. As we got back to the table, the girls were just getting up to go dancing as the DJ put on a song that was popular by Paula Abdul. The guys, well we admired our wives dancing and discussed more sports while consuming all the hors d'oeuvres we brought to the table.

As we watched the ladies dance, I turned to the other guys and said, "I can't dance worth crap, but I'm gonna go score some bonus points with my wife. You guys might want to consider doing the same."

The 4 of us, a couple of them reluctantly, headed out onto the dance floor to dance with our respective wives. As we danced, I noticed several of them checking out Traci. I think some were even lusting after her. Traci was on fire dancing to the tunes of her high school days, yet she wasn't even perspiring a little. Me, I had long since removed my jacket and was hoping my deodorant was holding up and I wasn't beginning to soak my armpits.

Finally, the DJ played a slow song, Me and Mrs. Jones, if I remember, and I pulled Traci close and began dancing a simple box step. In her heels, she could just rest her head on my shoulder. When the slow dance song ended, Traci took me by the hand and led me back to the table where the others were already sitting, having skipped the slow dance.

Traci was by far the best dressed lady at our table and definitely in the top five at the event, and she got more than a few jealous stares from women, and lustful stares from the men, at the other tables. I got our table another round of drinks while Dan got the table more hors d'oeuvres to sample. Traci and I danced some more, and she danced with the ladies at our table too.

Overall, the event was a big success, in my opinion. It would seem they had a good turnout, the venue was very nice, the committee did an excellent job in that regard and for only $35.00 per person, I thought it was a bargain. On top of that we spent another $50 on drinks, though not all were ours, and Traci danced up a storm. Like I said before, she was gorgeous. And aside from that one comment I heard at the beginning of the night, no one made any public comments, at least not within earshot, regarding Traci's transition. The folks at our table were awesome, and we agreed to meet them at 8:30 in the morning for breakfast here in the hotel. Russ and his wife, Kelly, said they would try to make it as they lived locally and weren't staying at the hotel.

As things began to wind down, Traci took my hand and thanked those at our table for a great evening, before stopping to thank some of the committee members for their hard work and a great evening as well. We headed up to our room. Traci led me by the hand to the stairs, which were closer than the elevator to the event room and our room, stopping 2 steps ahead of me to turn and kiss me passionately, running her hand through the hair on the back of my head. She kissed me for probably 30 or so seconds when Dan and his wife, Kathleen, entered the stairway and teased us, "OK you two get a room."

"We've got one," Traci replied, "this is just the warm-up." Grabbing my hand, she turned and continued hurrying up the stairs to the second floor.

When we got to our room, we realized that Dan and his wife were our next-door neighbors. Fortunately, though, the TV was on the dividing wall in our room and not the bed or we might have kept them up for a good portion of the rest of the night.

When we closed the door to our room, Traci picked up right where she left off, shoving her tongue in my mouth as she kissed me. She broke the kiss asking me, "So how long has it been since you've cum in your pants?"

"Oh, I don't know, it's been maybe 45 years or so. I was lying in a field at the park making out with this girl I dated, MaryAnne, and we were both fully clothed, and she was sitting on my hips grinding away. She wouldn't do anything besides make out, but she'd let me feel her breasts over her shirt and bra, and she loved grinding on me. There usually wasn't enough activity to get me off, but there was this one time."

I continued, "I think she did it more to get herself off, but she was really quiet when she climaxed, barely more than a whimper. I know this because I got her off at the drive-in movie one night. She wore a dress and let me play with her through her panties. Needless to say, when she climaxed, barely a moan escaped her lips, but her panties were soaked, but she tried to suck my tongue out of my mouth afterward."

"I tried really hard to get her to pull out my cock and play with it, but she was a good catholic girl who was determined to wait for marriage before anything approaching actual sex. She called what we were doing heavy petting."

"Do you want to try tonight?"

"Honey, I don't think I could do that nowadays. You know what it takes to get me off, I doubt you grinding on me would do the trick." Grasping her hand, I went on, "Do you know what Mark told me." She looked at me puzzled. "He said you were a fox." She started to giggle. "Now if we see them at breakfast, don't let on I told you that."

Traci slowly walked me backwards as she kissed me, pushing me on the bed. "It's true," I said, "you are a fox. You were on fire on the dance floor. Almost every guy there was lustfully checking you out, and many of the women had somewhat jealous looks on their face. I don't think I've ever been prouder to be your husband as I was tonight. Traci, you were the hottest thing downstairs tonight."

"Thanks, babe, but you were pretty hot yourself. Privately the girls told me I got one of the good ones. And I did. You were awesome tonight. I don't know how you got those guys to get up and dance, but the girls were like 'that never happens'; they've been to weddings and other get-togethers where there was dancing and these guys never get up to dance with their wives. I think those guys might get rewarded tonight. I know that you are," Traci said as she turned her back to me, "babe, would you please unzip me?"

Traci pushed the straps down off her shoulders and the dress fell to the floor, Traci stepped out of it, picking it up and laying it on the chair. She came over and stood between my legs, still wearing her heels and all her lingerie. I gave a small wolf whistle as I stared at her body.

"Honey, I am the luckiest man alive. Traci you are so damn sexy, it's scary. You could've been a model."

"Then we're both lucky. I couldn't have found a man more caring and loving as you."

I pulled Traci close and kissed her. "Traci, I think the most important thing you bring to my life is peace. For decades I worked and barely enjoyed life at all. I had few close relationships over those years; and even in retirement, I built the house looking toward the future resale value when I couldn't live there any longer, and for having a place to have a model railroad. I didn't think about building it for someone special in my life. But you became that special person in my life, the rock my soul needed, the spark that brings enjoyment to everything we do together."

Holding her as I continued, "I didn't tell you this before, but this is the first class reunion I've ever been to. I never went to any of my own. I had a great time tonight, and it's because of you. I knew just being with you that everything was going to be fine. Any other time I would have been extremely nervous and likely not had a good time, but with you it is different."

Traci leaned in and kissed me, before pushing me back on the bed and climbing on top of me. "Greg, I love you. I love that you feel comfortable enough to share your feelings with me. You already know that you bring peace to my life too. Work is almost never bad enough that I need time alone anymore; just knowing I'm coming home to you lifts my spirit and puts me in a peaceful, relaxed state of mind."

As she straddled my hips, Traci removed my tie and started unbuttoning my shirt, kissing my neck and chest as she did. She worked her way down, sliding back onto my thighs when she got to my belt buckle. She undid my slacks and stood up so she could inch them off my hips, pulling them and my shoes off when they fell to the floor. Coming back up, she kissed my stomach at the top hem of my boxer-briefs, before inching them off my hips too.

Still in her heels and all her lingerie, Traci straddled my hips again and laid down on top of my body to kiss me. It was a passionate kiss, with Traci running her hands through the hair on the back of my head as she kissed me, our tongues doing a dance in and out of each other's mouth.

Traci moved to the side slightly to kiss my neck and shoulder. I reached behind her to unhook her bra, but she whispered, "Not yet, babe. Just relax and enjoy." I was hard as a steel bar and really wanted to get Traci naked and pound my hardness into her, but I let Traci lead the way. She kissed her way down my body so delicately at times it gave me goosebumps.

"It's been a busy night at the reunion. If I make you cum now, will you be too tired to give me a proper fucking later?"

"Oh, I'm pretty sure I've got two in me tonight. I've been admiring you lustily all night. As you can tell, I'm pretty worked up." With that, Traci took my hard cock in her mouth and in less than 5 minutes I erupted in her mouth, arching my back and releasing a stifled growl.

"Wow, babe, that was quick, I don't think you've ever cum that quickly."

"So you didn't believe me when I told you I've been lusting after you all night," I asked, trying to catch my breath? "Come here and give me a kiss."

Traci moved up so she was lying next to me and gave me a kiss. "I want you to continue to lust after me. Make love to me while I remain in my lingerie. I want to be the feast for your eyes." She kissed me again, and said, "I'll be right back, I'm gonna go lube myself so I am ready when you are." She gave my cock a squeeze as she got off the bed. While she was gone, I moved further up on the bed.

Traci went into the bathroom for a couple minutes and came out wearing her bra, the stockings, garter-belt, and heels, her hard cock obscenely bobbing about as she walked toward the bed. She was carrying a bottle of lube, two towels and two spare pillows from the closet. I was still somewhat soft, but my brain was working overtime trying to make my cock hard again.

As Traci got on the bed she had me lift my hips so she could slide a towel under me. She took the bottle of lube, poured some on my cock and began stroking me, gripping me firmly in an effort to make me hard quickly. And it was working. When I was just hard enough for penetration, Traci straddled my hips and pushed my cock inside her ass. After a couple of failed attempts, it finally went in.

Riding me cowgirl style, Traci just kind of rocked back and forth on my cock waiting for me to get fully hard. At one point, I reached for her bra again to unhook it. "Not yet, babe, not yet."

Leaning backward, Traci rolled my hips a bit as she swung her right leg around so her high heel was up by my face. I kissed the toe of her shoe and used my left hand to gently remove it from her foot. I kissed the top of her foot and started kissing toward the inside of her ankle, when she pulled that foot away and pulled it behind her, so she was essentially kneeling as she straddled my hips. In an almost seamless motion, she moved her other shoe up by my face and I repeated what I had done to her right foot on her left, this time rubbing her stocking leg against my cheek after kissing the top of her foot.

Traci moved that leg behind her and began slowly moving up and down on my cock. She leaned forward and kissed me, whispering, "I love having you inside me. Your cock always makes me feel so good."

Traci gradually increased the speed, ultimately leaning back with her hands on my knees so each thrust was hitting her prostate. Traci kept increasing the tempo, moaning and sighing as she did so. Her breathing became ragged, and her sack pulled up tight to her body. "Holy fuck! Babe, I'm gonna cum. Oh, fuck yes, fuck yes, ooohhh ffuuuccckkk!" Traci thrusted herself down on my cock two or three times more as she cried out while her cock shot several streams of semen arcing through the air and onto my chest and stomach, before collapsing down on my body.

I wrapped my arms around her and wiggled her body around smearing her cum between us; this caused her cock to twitch, and her anus squeezed hard on my cock. "Babe, that was so nice. You make me cum so hard," she whispered trying to regain her breath. "I love you babe; I really do love you."

Kissing Traci, I sat the two of us up and grabbed the pillows and the extra towel and laid them next to us before rolling Traci on her side and onto the pillows. I tried to remain inside her, but while she's limber enough for some of those gymnastic type moves earlier, I am not, so I slipped out of her momentarily. With her hips on top of two pillows, I was able to kneel between her legs and slide my cock right back into her ass. I was hoping this wouldn't be a problem because I knew in this position I would be pounding on her prostate with every deep thrust.

Initially, I made one deep thrust and began rolling my hips and making tiny thrusts, so I wasn't applying too much pressure from the head of my cock directly to her prostate. These actions also delayed my climax so I could give Traci the 'proper fucking' she wanted tonight. After several minutes, I pulled all the way out to apply more lube to Traci and myself before beginning to make multiple deep thrusts that brought the head almost all the way out before plunging back in again.

Nearly every time the head of my cock hit her prostate, and this was starting to drive Traci wild. She was very verbal tonight in enjoying our love making. She wasn't just talking dirty to increase my pleasure, it was more of her talking, telling me how much she was enjoying it.

I could feel my own climax building, and it felt like it was going to be a big one when suddenly Traci blurted out, "oh god, babe, I'm cumming. Oh god, oh gawd, ffuuucccckkk!" Traci was thrashing around and clenching the sheets as she climaxed again shooting an equally impressive load, for her, on her belly and breasts (generally her second climax is waterier and generally oozes from her cock rather than shoots).

My climax was right there so I kept thrusting into her until I made one final thrust and stretching my back growled like a bear as I released my load into her. I collapsed onto Traci as I was struggling to regain my composure. "Damn, Traci, that was so freaking nice. I haven't come that hard for a couple of weeks, and I blame it all on you." She looked at me like, 'what?' I kissed her. "You were too hot tonight, and my insides were working overtime making baby batter to knock you up." Traci started giggling, finally catching on to my joke. We kissed again.

We rinsed off separately because the shower head was not on a hose but was fixed in place to the pipe coming from the shower wall, and neither of us wanted to get our hair wet. Then off to sleep; I was hoping not to keep Traci awake this time as this mattress seemed a lot firmer than at the last two places we stayed.

In the morning, we got up early to take real showers and get ready to meet some or all of our table mates from last night for breakfast. Dan and Kathleen were already there when we walked into the breakfast area. We joined them at the table after grabbing our hot beverages from the breakfast buffet. Mark and Leslie joined us a few moments later. We chatted as we waited to see if Russ and Kelly would be able to join us. After a bit we all got up to get our breakfast food from the buffet.

As we were waiting our turn having let the ladies go first, Dan quietly mentioned, "Sounds like you two had fun last night."

"Hey, I'm sorry if we kept you up," I apologized.

"No, you didn't, we were having our own fun. You were right when you said we would get bonus points if we danced with our wives. Kathleen was in rare form last night after we closed our door."

We both smiled at each other. Traci caught us smiling and commented, 'What's with the Cheshire cat grin on your two faces?"

"Oh nothing, dear, just talking baseball," I quickly replied.

After breakfast, the ladies exchanged contact info, and we all hugged and shook hands as we each went back to our rooms to pack up before checking out. I think Mark and Leslie must have packed and loaded their car before breakfast as they headed out the front door.

While packing, Traci asked me again what we were smiling about. I quietly explained the entire thing to her. "Well, to start, you and I were overheard making whoopie last night. But, going back to last night, when the guys came out on the dance floor, it was because I told them I was going to score some bonus points with you and if they were smart, they would do the same with their wives. Well Dan told me this morning that in addition to hearing us, that Kathleen was in rare form last night when they made love."

"That's funny, Kathleen whispered the same thing to me about how they heard us while they were making love and she thinks it spurred Dan on to his best night in a long while. She said he lasted almost 10 minutes and went down on her after he climaxed in her pussy - she said cunt, but I hate that word. Anyway, he brought her to a strong climax and after she recovered from her orgasm, she went down on him, licking her juices off his cock; he got hard and quickly climaxed a second time, which she swallowed. She said she hasn't swallowed his load in years."

"Well maybe the foxy veterinarian helped ignite some passion in a few marriages last night." We gathered the rest of our belongings together and headed down to the front desk to check out and then headed out to the car for our drive home.

At home, Traci was the first one in the door and immediately fed the fish as I brought in our luggage and took it to the master bedroom. As we unpacked, Traci set her dress and my suit aside to go to the dry cleaner's. Then she went off to the laundry room to start a load of delicates. While she still air dried her lingerie, she loved the special delicate cycle that allowed her to not have to hand wash all her bras, panties, garters and stockings.

We sorted the rest of the clothes for washing. I added my dress shirt to the pile for the dry cleaner's, mostly because I really hate ironing my button down shirts. If it doesn't come out of the dryer ready to wear, it goes to the dry cleaners for washing and ironing.

I made us a small snack for lunch since it was almost 2 PM, and didn't want to spoil dinner. Traci called Amanda to make sure all was OK at the Animal Hospital - Amanda was feeding the borders this weekend. Meanwhile I was thinking of how we should spend our first anniversary which was coming up in the next week. We had a nice dinner at home and relaxed for the rest of Sunday afternoon and evening.

On Monday morning, my former employer called and asked me to return to a project I completed 7 years earlier in Ft. Worth. The customer was requesting I return to assist their engineer who took over maintaining the system once I finished at the site. Apparently, my replacement with the company wasn't able to sort out how the customer had screwed up the system.

My former employer was willing to send a private plane to take me there out of our small airport so I wouldn't have to wait on a commercial flight out of Lexington, which wouldn't be available for two days. They were hoping I could get things sorted in a couple of days working with the customer's maintenance engineer and my replacement, who was already on site. I tentatively agreed to go that afternoon, but told them I wanted to talk to my spouse about it first.

I called Traci and explained the situation to her, and she agreed to take me to the private aviation terminal at the airport; so, I called my former boss back and told them I would be ready to fly out by 4 PM. They said they would have a plane waiting for me. They said that Ed, my replacement when I retired, would pick me up in Ft. Worth. They were arranging for my old login credentials to be activated in the systems so I could make an early assessment of the system's issues.

I packed a few days' worth of clothes, toiletries, comfy shoes as this site was huge, and my laptop. Traci picked me up at the house at 3:30PM and took me to the local airport, just a 10-minute drive away. It was a little confusing initially as we went to the general aviation office and they told us to go down to the FBO offices (Fixed-Base Operator) at the end of the parking lot for Signature Aviation flights.

We did, and there was a Lear jet sitting there waiting for me. Traci gave me a hug and a big kiss. "Be safe, babe. I love you. I will miss you."

"I love you too, honey. I will let you know how things progress, but I expect to be home by Thursday, Friday at the latest. Don't forget to take out the anniversary cake from the freezer on Thursday so it thaws before the weekend." Another kiss and an "I love you." and I got out of the car and made my way to the office.

The receptionist verified my ID and took me right out to the plane. It was nice inside; 10 nicely upholstered leather seats and I was the only one on the plane. Since I was the only passenger, they had me bring my bag on the plane. The co-pilot closed the stairway/door, asked me if I wanted anything to drink, which I declined, and in minutes we were on our way. I could just see Traci waving as the jet rumbled down the runway. Just over 2 hours later we landed at Love Field in Dallas. Ed was waiting for me when I arrived, and we headed over to the facility in Ft. Worth. Of course, with the time-zone change, it was the middle of the evening rush, so traffic was heavy.

Ed was telling me that the site apparently experienced a lightning strike at some point last fall and they have been having random data communications issues ever since. The facility maintenance team had an electrician replace some of the data runs, but Ed thought they likely screwed those up in some way because in several instances the cable pair colors did not match up at both ends indicating there was likely a bad splice somewhere that they hadn't been able to locate.

Ed was having a different electrician meet us in the AM and he was bringing capacitance test equipment that should tell us how far out on the cable runs the splices might be. We met Robert, the customer's maintenance engineer at the site, exchanged greetings and got to work doing some preliminary inspections. Ed was right, the cable pair colors didn't match from one end of the run to the other. The other interesting finding was the cables that were supposed to go to the network repeaters to boost the signal were dead, no signal on those at all.

Once we all agreed on the plan for the next morning, Ed and I were off to dinner and the hotel. We were staying at a Super 8, primarily because it was only 1/2 mile from the job site. We had dinner at a BWW, enjoying some of the sports action on the various TVs, while consuming Buffalo chicken wings. I called Traci when we got to the hotel after dinner. She was happy to hear from me and expressed how much she missed me.

The next morning, we met at the site with the electrician that Ed had hired. With his cable analyzer and tracing equipment, it didn't take us long to find the bad splices and some additional burned cables that were overlooked by the first electrician the customer had hired. We all agreed the best plan was to abandon the existing cables and replace the three communications runs that ran throughout the facility. The electrician had brought two of his apprentices with him and plenty of cable, so they set out to replace the cables.

Ed and I did the terminations, instructing the customer's maintenance engineer on what we were doing and where the new cables ran so he could redline the drawings. By 1PM Wednesday, everything was complete, and we spent the afternoon testing and retesting the communications to make sure all the outbound control devices and data repeaters worked as they should. After we ate dinner and I was back in my room, I called Traci, and we talked dirty to each other over the phone for 25 minutes.

Thursday morning, we let the office know that I was ready to go home that afternoon. We spent much of the day reverifying the communications protocols, making sure the outbound controllers were receiving full messages from the central unit. My flight home was at 3:30, so after lunch in the plant cafeteria with Ed and Robert, the customer's engineer, Ed drove me to the airport.

We got there at 2:45, so I relaxed in the lounge area at Signature Aviation until my plane arrived. It turned out there were 5 of us on the return flight to our small regional airport, 4 horse buyers and me. I called Traci and let her know what time we should be touching down; she was excited and could hardly wait to see me. After the plane was fueled, we all boarded, though they had us stow our bags in the cargo compartment. I let the horse buyers go first in selecting seats because this was likely their flight and I was along for the ride.

Soon we were airborne. About 15 minutes into the flight, the co-pilot came back into the cabin and asked if we wanted anything to drink. The horse buyers all ordered beer, so I did as well. As we were enjoying our beers, the topic of veterinary medicine came up. I explained that my wife was a vet and owned the animal hospital on the south side of town. One of the buyers knew of it and his wife brought their cat there for shots and checkups.

About an hour into the flight the pilot came on the intercom and asked us to buckle up as they were expecting to run into some rough air as they were going to swing around to the south of Memphis and east of Nashville to avoid a line of strong thunderstorms running northeast from Clarksville, TN to north of Louisville, KY. He said this will delay us slightly, perhaps 10-minutes.

It did get bumpy, but nothing like some of the commercial flights I've been on over the years, and soon we began our descent and approach into the airport. Once we landed and taxied to the FBO building, the co-pilot opened the door and lowered the stairs for us to exit. I stepped out last and there was Traci standing there in the breeze by the door to the FBO office with one of the FBO employees.

She was wearing 3" high heels, a white pair of jeans, a light blue and gold bustier, and a navy-blue blazer. Damn she looked amazing.

One of the horse buyers, the one whose wife uses the services at the animal hospital for their cat, tipped his cowboy hat and said, "Evening Dr. Brooks." Traci smiled, and once I was inside the fence she ran over to me, wrapping her arms around my neck and giving me a big kiss.

One of the other horse buyers said to me, "You must have been away for quite some time."

"No, actually, just a couple days," I replied, smiling. We all retrieved our bags from the cart that they brought from the plane, and all headed our separate ways.

"I missed you so much. That bed is big and lonely when you're not there."

"Traci, I can tell. You look amazing in that bustier. In fact, that entire outfit looks awesome. I think some of those guys were jealous."

During the short ride home, I kept rubbing Traci's thigh as she drove. We weren't even halfway and she was already tenting her jeans and doing a great deal of sighing. After we pulled into the garage and walked in the door, I grabbed Traci, carried her to the sofa, perching her on the back of the sofa. I unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, fishing out her cock and inhaled her entire length into my mouth. Traci let out a loud moan, and started caressing my hair, pushing on the back of my head as I bobbed up and down on her hard cock. In less than a minute, Traci cried out, "Oh Greg, oh, oh, fuucckk." as she erupted in my mouth.

"Fuck," she said, as I licked her cock getting every drop of her seed, "Greg, I'm supposed to be doing that for you."

Picking Traci up, I flipped her over, bending her over the back of the sofa. I flipped the tail of her blazer up before pulling her jeans down to her ankles along with her thong and began rimming her ass. I could taste the faint tang of lube as I pressed my tongue into her hole, so I made the assumption that she had pre-lubed herself before coming to the airport. Applying copious amounts of saliva to her anus, and to my hard cock as I stood up, I pressed myself into her warm waiting hole. "Oh god, yes," Traci hissed.

I pumped in and out for a bit, then spent a few minutes rolling my hips, before I began pounding her hard as my climax approached. My breathing was ragged, and Traci could tell I was going to cum soon. That's when she started encouraging me; "Fuck me harder, that's it, harder, cum in my ass, breed me, make me your bitch." When she clenched and unclenched her sphincter several times in a row, that was all I needed to push me over the edge. I came inside her with a low growl pumping everything I had saved during the week into her ass. It was wanton, it was rough, it was animalistic, and it was quick - I don't think we were in the house more than 10 or 12 minutes and both of us had climaxed. Neither climax was especially draining, it was more just a pent-up release.

I had collapsed on Traci's back and wrapped my arm around her waist. "Babe, I love when you just take me like that," Traci said quietly.

In a voice not much higher than a whisper, I said into Traci's ear, "Honey, I love that you are so horny for me; and I love that you let the animal in me come out sometimes. You are so sexy, so hot. The way you dress in public for me, I think of it as tastefully slutty; sexy, and yet extremely classy. You make others around us jealous, and they lust after you, but I know you're doing it for me, and that you're my woman. Thank you for loving me so much and for taking the extra time to show me. After a busy day at work, you could have just come to the airport in scrubs or in jeans and a tee shirt and I would have been just as happy to see you; but you put the extra effort into looking amazing, just like you did at the reunion, and when we went dancing in Louisville. I am so proud that you are my wife."

My luggage remained in the car for tonight. I picked Traci up and carried her to the bedroom where we made slow, tender, passionate love the rest of the evening until it was time for sleep.

We never did eat anything that night and by breakfast we were both famished. We got up at 6AM and while Traci was showering and putting on scrubs for her day at the animal hospital, I made us some scrambled eggs and a bit of hash browns for breakfast. Traci had her morning coffee, and I had tea. The extra half hour gave her time to relax over breakfast before heading to work.

I walked her out to the car, grabbing my luggage and laptop out of the back, before hugging her and giving her a big kiss, she backed out of the garage and headed off to work. I spent the morning doing laundry from my trip and sending in my final report to my former boss. I told them that Ed was on the right track in tracking the problem and had hired the right electrician to get it all corrected. I didn't want them to think he couldn't do the job.

After I emailed that in, I went to see Ray at the jewelry store. I had already given Traci the watch I was going to give as an anniversary gift last week before the reunion; however, after last night's evening of pleasure I remembered a stupid movie I watched one evening in my hotel room and how the female star looked a bit like Traci with her hairstyle and body. She had a pearl necklace on with pearl earrings in one of the scenes. It looked classy, so I asked Ray to show me something like that.

Ray asked, "I thought you were going to give her the watch for your anniversary?"

I explained how I gave it to her before we went to her reunion, and that I wanted to still give her something on our anniversary. He showed me a nice white pearl necklace and a pair of pearl earrings and I agreed that it was just what I was thinking of. I purchased it and Ray had his assistant wrap it up for me.

As I walked through the door to the house from the garage, my cell phone rang; it was my former boss. He thanked me for my report and for getting things straightened out in Ft. Worth. I told him I was happy to help out, but that Ed was on the right track in getting it solved. That he just needs a bit more experience that events like this one will give him. Anyway, the company was sending me a $5,000 check for all my efforts and to reimburse me for the hotel and meals. He said I didn't need to send in an expense report and that they were treating this as if I was a consultant.

He asked if I would be willing to be an on-call consultant from time to time. I told him I would be willing to do it a few times a year to help train others, but I wasn't looking forward to returning to work on anything approaching full time or spending multiple weeks away from my wife. He said he understood and thanked me again for helping out.

Technically our anniversary was on Sunday this year, but we decided to celebrate it on Saturday night with dinner at Los Mariachis at Traci's insistence. I'm not sure if something ever happened between them in the past, and I don't need to know, but Traci really loves Emilio. Perhaps he was just a good friend in a time of need for her, I don't know; but I know he is a genuinely compassionate person. I enjoy his company as well, and really enjoyed talking to him about relationships and other topics at various times before Traci and I got together.

Our anniversary cake had been defrosting in the fridge since Thursday afternoon. I was hoping a year in the freezer didn't affect the taste.

We slept in a bit on Saturday morning as we spent Friday evening making careful, deliberate, tender love as we had on the second half of Thursday evening. Lots of kisses, caresses, and foreplay leading to passionate sex between two people who love each other.

I made each of us a Western Omelet for brunch on Saturday morning. The pool was still covered, but the day was gorgeous, so we ate on the patio. I was wearing a pair of gym shorts and a tank top. Traci was wearing one of my long tee shirts, well essentially as a dress because it was that long on her.

After eating, I presented Traci with her gift and an anniversary card. "So, what do you think, should we have a slice of cake now, or wait until we get home this evening?"

"I'll take a slice now," Traci said, "if you want to cut it." While I was cutting each of us a slice of cake, Traci ran off and came back with a gift and an envelope.

We sat down at the patio table and took a bite of cake; it still tasted as good as the cake we had at our reception - the year in the freezer hadn't hurt it at all. Handing me the envelope and package, "You go first," she said. I opened the package, and it was a gold bracelet with the Medic Alert symbol on it. Though I'm not overweight and have been getting regular exercise walking with Traci, I had recently been diagnosed with type 2 diabetes, hence some of the high and low blood sugar events I had experienced, probably an age issue; it was controllable without insulin, just a prescribed pill every morning and sensible diet. Now, if I was in an accident, the first responders and medical teams would know about my condition and what drugs I take.

"I wanted to make sure you get the best care if something happens; not that I expect it to, but I want you with me for a good long time," she said.

"Thanks honey, these guys do great work," I said, referring to the Medic Alert folks as I opened the envelope. In it was a handwritten letter from Traci outlining the 100 reasons she loves me, with the 100 crossed out and the number 32 next to it. Below are 32 of the reasons she loves me so much. As I read through them, I started to get emotional; Traci saw this and came over to sit in my lap and hug me.

Reading through some of the items on the list: how loyal I am, I always have her back, I'm faithful, and I bring her peace in her life. I decided I should hand Traci's gift to her to open before I started to tear up. Traci opened the card, it was just a Hallmark card and wasn't nearly as personal as what she wrote, but it expressed how I felt, and Traci hugged me just the same. She opened the gift and seemed surprised at my choice. "Do you think I will look good with pearls?"

"Well, they aren't for everyday wear, but on those special occasions when you're dressed up, I thought they would look classy on you. I hope you like them; but if you feel they aren't your style, I'm sure Ray will exchange them for something you'd like better."

"Oh no, I love them. I'm picturing in my mind what would be best for me to wear them with." Traci leaned over and gave me a passionate kiss.

Traci pushed the waistband of my shorts below and behind my ball sack, then she leaned over the table and grabbed the butter, which was soft by now. She wiped some on her anus, and some on my hardening cock. "I want you inside me." I slid forward a bit on the chair and Traci straddled me. It was then that I discovered she had gone commando this morning. Reaching behind her, she lined up my cock with her ass, before sitting down on it. "Ooo, that's nice," she cooed.

Glancing around the yard, I asked if this is the right place for us to make love, since any of our neighbors out in their yards could easily see us on the patio through the screening. "I don't care if they see us; I'm making love to my husband. If they see, they see. None of our genitals are showing, this tee shirt is taking care of that. So, relax and let me take care of the fucking this morning. You made passionate love to me two nights in a row; let me do this for you."

Traci rode up and down on my cock, and I was liking it, despite having 4 orgasms over the last two nights. We've made love on the patio before, but always at night with just the pool lights on. Maybe it was the fact it was daylight and the possibility of getting caught, like when we went down by the lake that evening, that built the sexual tension, but it didn't take long before I was ready to climax. I was trying to stroke Traci's cock, but she kept pushing my hand away saying, "not now."

Traci leaned in close to me and whispered in my ear, "I love you. I want you to cum in my ass, but let me know when you're about to blow, OK?" I nodded.

Several minutes later, breathing hard, I told Traci, "Honey, you're hitting the right spots, I'm gonna cum any second now." Traci covered my mouth with mouth and kissed me as I groaned into her mouth a long "aaahhhh." When I calmed down, she broke the kiss.

"Happy anniversary, my love," Traci said, as I worked to control my breathing. I don't know why, but it was a very satisfying orgasm, despite all the sex we've had over the last two days. When I got too soft to stay inside her any longer, Traci pulled off me, stood up and made a run for the shower. I was right behind her. If this was June or July, I think we would have jumped in the pool instead, which reminded me, I needed to call and schedule the spring start up for the pool and the irrigation system.

In the shower, the butter, while it was an adequate lubricant for sex, made for a messy clean up. We were careful not to slip, and after we got out, I sprayed some bathroom cleaner all over the shower floor to begin the cleaning process. We dried off and went into the bedroom to snuggle for a while.

At about 1PM, Traci's mom called to wish us a happy anniversary. Traci told her we were going to Los Mariachis for dinner, and somehow her mom invited herself and Traci's dad to dinner with us. I think Traci was slightly annoyed, but I was OK with it. My parents are gone, and who knows how long Traci's parents will be around; but I could understand her frustration.

We dressed casually for dinner tonight. I wore jeans and a short sleeve button-down shirt, and I put the new bracelet Traci bought me on my right wrist. Of course, casual for Traci meant a pair of her tight jeans with embroidery on the back pockets, a nice light blue cotton blouse with a frilly neckline and a pair of heels. She wore the Pearl necklace and earrings I gave her. They looked good on her; it classed up the casual look she was going for tonight.

Traci's parents arrived almost 20 minutes late after we told them what time we wanted to leave for the restaurant. Fortunately, I called earlier and told Emilio what was happening and asked if he could save us a table or booth for 4. When they arrived, we all piled into my car for the short drive to the restaurant. Emilio had saved a nice table for us. Ninety minutes, a full belly and several margaritas later (mine were virgin as I was driving) and we were ready to go. As I usually do, I left a nice gratuity for our server, a new girl named Claudia.

It was pretty apparent as soon as we stood up that Frank and mom had had too much to drink. Mom, Traci's mom, almost fell over, and Frank, Traci's dad, wasn't in much better shape. Emilio's bartender was making those strong margaritas tonight. Because of their condition, Traci invited her parents to come in and have some anniversary cake and coffee. When we got to the house they sat in the living room while I cut the cake and Traci made the coffee. I had a glass of Iced Tea with my cake.

We served them together and chatted a bit about the gifts we exchanged with each other; but it was apparent they weren't in any condition to drive themselves home. Traci offered them the guest room, but Frank insisted that they were going to go home because they didn't have any other clothes with them.

I asked Traci if she was OK to drive, and she said she was so after changing into a flat shoe, she drove her parents home in their car and I followed in ours. After hugs and kisses between Traci and her parents and me shaking Frank's hand and hugging mom, they were safely inside, and we were safely on our way home. On the drive back Traci kept apologizing for her parents getting tipsy and ruining the evening.

"Traci, it's OK, you have nothing to apologize for. They were happy for us and just imbibed too much. They're home safe, that's the important part."

"I know, but they just make me crazy sometimes."

"Isn't that the cycle of life? We make them crazy when we're young and 'know-everything' and now it's their turn to make us crazy when we're older and more responsible."

"I should make this number 33 on the why I love you so much list. You have the wisdom of Solomon."

"Wait a second, are you saying I'm old," I asked, chuckling as we pulled into our garage.

"Yes, but you're young where it counts. Take me in the house and make love to me; I need some stress relief."