A New Beginning, Again Ch. 02

I believe this chapter will make more sense if you read Chapter 1. There is little sex in this story. The main character is based on a real person. His actions are what actually happen, the best I can remember.. I have taken some literary license with the story, but it is based on reality. One last thing, don't beat me up on the time line. I am telling a story based on conversations with the "hero" and my memories of that time of our lives. As always I invite comments and suggestions on my stories. Enjoy. Just a newby, trying to get started. Thanks.

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I have to give a recap to bring you up to date. Sorry it's so long, hang in there please. My wife had been cheating on me and our marriage while I was in the Army, stationed overseas. Actually she was being a slut and a fuck toy for the members of a local band. My two best friends documented what happened while I was gone and gave me evidence of her betrayal. Instead of throwing her out I let her stay in our home. She was basically a housekeeper for several years. The situation wasn't good or bad, it just was. After a few years she decided to leave and I agreed that the situation had gone on long enough.

I allowed Mary to stay because of our son Billy. I was from a broken home and knew the pain a young boy could have because of it. I wanted to protect him as much as I could. Also, I was afraid Mary would crash and burn without some kind of structure in her life. My son was at risk if she did crash. This living situation solved those problems. It was the best I could do. She finally decided enough was enough and left. I had forgiven Mary after some soul searching, but I could never forget what she had done. That was the reason she gave for leaving. We were divorced and shared custody of our son. Seven years after the divorce, my son came to live with me and my girlfriend when he started high school.

After high school he joined the Navy. When he left so did my girl friend of several years. I was alone again. Do cry for me, I was alone only as much as I wanted to be. I had no significant other, but I did have frequent house guests.

I have now reached the age of 42 and have a nice home on a lake in Southern California, lots of toys like cars and boats and a substantial disposable income. There was no lack of female companionship if I wanted it. There was no one woman in my life and I liked it that way. I would go into town for dinner or a few drinks and there were always several female tourists, boat babes, or local talent that I could set my sights on. My batting average was about .675. This was fine and I was enjoying the status quo until I met Gillian

One of my, on again off again, playmates Stacy came over to my table in the bar. She brought Gillian with her. Gillian was about 24, had the voluptuous type body I love, green eyes, long blonde hair, and an all over tan. She reminded me very much of my ex-wife, Mary. I had fallen for Mary at first meeting and I was afraid I was going to have the same problem with Gillian. As I was introduced to Gillian, I thought get hold of your hormones you ass. You are too old and experienced to fall in love at first sight. The wonderful bachelor life I was leading was in danger from just meeting this girl. Get hold of yourself, idiot. Oh shit, I am in real trouble here.

"Hi William, what's shaking," Stacy greeted me with a kiss and a hug. "This is Gillian."

"Hello Stacy, nice to meet you Gillian." I returned the kiss and hug and shook hands with Gillian. "How do you like our little hideaway from the real world, Gillian?"

"Nice to meet you too William. I just love this place, it's so peaceful. It has a nice combination of small town and tourist spot. It's too bad I have to leave so soon."

Stacy jumped in with "Gillian came up to visit for a weekend and has stayed for two weeks. She has to leave because she can't afford to stay at in Bay View Hotel anymore. I would let her stay with me, but our house is already too full and the owner said no more. He thinks 12 people are plenty in a two bedroom place. I guess he is worried about damage. I saw you and thought maybe you could give her a place to stay. This is my idea not Gillian's."

Gillian looked at me as Stacy finished and said, "I know it's strange, just meeting you and all, but I really would like to stay here a little longer. I would really appreciate a place to crash."

"I'll come with her so your virtue will be safe William," Stacy stated.

"My virtue is already shot. Gillian your virtue is the one that could be in trouble. I have a bit of a reputation around here as a dirty old man. It is rumored that I lead young ladies astray."

Gillian looked me in the eye and said, "I'm 24 and in charge of my own virtue. I have never cared much for what strangers think of me and I can't be led anywhere I don't want to go."

As I looked and talked to Gillian, I realized that my good intentions to stay a free agent were in danger. I know, I should know better, especially with my history. What can I say? I was falling for her and I hadn't spent a full evening with her yet. Gillian was 24 and I'm 42, my only hope was that the age difference would be too much for her. Maybe she would think of me as a father figure. Not too good for my ego, but safer for me in the long run. I'm glad Stacy is coming too, I don't know if I can trust myself alone with Gillian.

"Okay, you guys get your things and I'll meet you at my cabin."

Stacy and Gillian left. Gillian had to check out of the motel and Stacy had to pick up a few things at her place. They arrived at my cabin about 2 hours after I left them at the bar. I told the girls to put their things in the quest suite and join me for a nightcap on the deck.

A word about my cabin. It was a small "A" frame when I bought it. I chose it because of the boat dock and the great view of the lake. It has been enlarged to be more of a luxury lake front home than a weekend cabin. The house has four bedrooms, two of which are master suites with their own bathrooms. One of the suites is for my son Billy when he comes to visit. The other bedrooms are for weekend guests. I have a large deck out back, leading to the boat dock and lake. Nice place, if I do say so myself.

So began my downfall. Two weeks of two very lovely girls sun bathing, sometimes topless; riding in my big boat, sometimes topless and just hanging out at the house, you guessed it sometimes topless. An abundance of eye candy every day. You would think it would become routine, but it never did. The girls would go on hikes, make runs into town, or just chill at the house. I never made a move on Stacy, even though she had been a playmate on previous occasions. It was because Gillian was there. I never made a move on Gillian; it was because I didn't think I could control myself, and because Stacy was there. It was the longest time I had been celibate since I had moved to the lake. I wouldn't say I wasn't having fun, because I did enjoy watching the two topless ladies bounce around my place.

One evening Stacy borrowed my Jeep to go into town to visit her housemates. I was on the deck with a large bourbon, laying in a lounge chair and enjoying the sunset. I heard footsteps on the deck and all at once I had a lap full of Gillian. She was topless.

"I have been hoping you would live up to your reputation, but I got tired of waiting and I have to leave in a couple of days. If you won't seduce me, I guess I will have to seduce you." Gillian told me. She pressed her lips to mine and I felt the tip of her tongue licking my lips.

I was lost. All my ideas of not falling in love again vanished with that one kiss. The days of watching and wanting her came to a head with that kiss. The kiss became much more intense from there. I not only didn't put up a fight, I happily joined in on my seduction. Gillian stood and took my hand. She led me into my room, and began to undress for me. Didn't take long, all she had on was her bikini bottoms. Even then I almost beat her getting out of my clothes. The rest is history as people say. It was the best night I had ever had in my room, my house, or my adopted state for that matter. That night sealed my fate. Stacy never returned that evening and funny I never once thought about my Jeep.

Sometime around daylight, I whispered in Gillian's ear, "Gilly, stay with me please. Don't leave tomorrow."

She gave me a sleepy, sexy smile and said, "Sounds good to me."

The next morning she asked about the nick name I had called her. "Gillian is too long and formal, Gill sounds like a guy. Gilly just seems to fit."

Gilly and I spent the next 10 days, boating, swimming, sunning on the deck and trying to wear each other out with sex. In spite of being 42, I believe I held up my end very well. Then again, I had great inspiration. On our eleventh day together as we got out of bed I stated "Let's get our coffee and go out on the deck, I need to talk to you Gilly"

"Okay, something wrong William?" she asked when we got out to the deck.

"Gilly, where do you see us going? I mean how long do you plan to stay? Do you want to leave and go back home? Just what are we doing Gilly?"

"My, so serious this morning. What brought all this on, William?"

"Please, tell me what you're thinking about this, about us, Gilly."

"Okay. No I don't want to go home. There is nothing there for me. I see us going as far as we need to go with this as you call it." She seemed a little put out with me.

"I didn't realize it until this morning and looked at you sleeping beside me, but I love you Gilly. I have since our first night together, I guess."

"I know William. Every time you look at me, every time you touch me, and every time you make love to me, I know that you love me. I love you too."

"We have to be realistic about us, Gilly. I could go on the way we are forever. You would think with my history that what we have would be enough, but it isn't, I want to marry you. However that opens up another problem. My age. I am 18 years older than you. I could literally be your father."

"But William," she began.

"No, let me finish. You will say it doesn't matter. It may not matter right now, but when I'm 65 you will only be 47. The age difference will mean more as I get older. I won't be able to keep up this pace forever. I want you to take a car and go stay in town for a couple of days. Think about this age difference and let me know your answer then. If the age thing is too much, we can go on like we have been until you are ready to leave. I love you Gilly, but I don't want you to be unhappy with your commitment 10 or 20 years from now. It would kill me if you wanted someone new or different after we were married. So go on now and I will talk to you in two or three days."

Gilly had tears in her eyes as she packed a few things. She got into my Mustang and left for town. She wasn't the only one with tears showing. I was very afraid that I had destroyed our relationship.

I had trouble sleeping that night. Early the next morning, I was having a dream about getting a blow job. I woke up and saw Gilly doing her best imitation of a vacuum cleaner. It wasn't a dream, Gilly was back.

She finished her job and asked me, "Do I have to wait another two days or does that answer your questions?"

"Good answer," I replied.

Gilly and I were married about two weeks later on the deck at my cabin. Stacy was her maid of honor and my son was my best man. It was a very small wedding and reception. I gave Gilly a new Mustang convertible as a wedding present. We rented a houseboat on Lake Powell for our honeymoon.

Fast forward to the present: We have been married for 7 years now. I am now 49 and have had to slow down a little. A little, hell a lot. We can't make love for hours like we did earlier, or at least I can't. Gilly is even more beautiful now at 31. I think so anyway. Things are changing in our marriage and not for the better. I can't put my finger on it, but something wrong is going on.

Gilly is spending more time in town than before. Has been for the last 2 or 3 months. She is usually gone one day a week. She says she is taking classes in art, ceramics, and cooking. That is why she is gone all day. Funny, I never see any paintings, ceramic vases or pots around the cabin. I still do most of the cooking. I like to cook, but you would think she would want to try something she has learned in cooking class. In addition, Gilly is a little out of sorts sometimes. She snaps at me once in awhile. She apologizes almost immediately but she hasn't snap at me in 7 years. I will catch her staring out into space at nothing, lost in thought until I walk by. She will shake herself and give me a sad smile. At least I think it is a sad smile.

Our sex life had slowed down a little after the first 2 years or so, only 4 to 6 times a week. Just before and just after our wedding, that was a weekend for us. It's only natural that we would slow down. The last 2 or 3 months our sex life had slowed down even more. Down to about 1 or 2 times a week, sometime once every 10 days. It seemed she was tired, not in the mood, had a small yeast infection or any other excuse she could think up. We had never worried before about the light being on during our love making and now she insisted it be turned off. Something is wrong I tell you.

Gilly had always worn as little as possible around the cabin or on the boat. Small little bikinis or short boy shorts with tank tops were the norm at home. More often than not she was topless. Now she was wearing loose fitting jeans and long tops or sweats around the house. What the hell? Something was wrong and something was bothering her. I would ask her, what was wrong? What was bothering her? Was she okay? She always said nothing was wrong or bothering her and she was fine.

I didn't want to or couldn't think the impossible. Was Gilly cheating? She was gone for a whole day every week with no explanation other than taking different classes. The clothing she wore concealed more than ever before, like she was hiding something. Her moody behavior, snapping at me and staring at nothing, was not her normal self. All the classic signs of an affair, adultery, and a cheating spouse. I had already had one cheating wife. I didn't think I could take another one.

After almost 3 months of this behavior I decided to get to the bottom of this. After one of hers days in town I was waiting for her. She came in looking tired and seemed to be surprised to see me on the front porch of the cabin.

"Gilly we need to talk," I started. "We have problems and need to discuss them."

"Please William, not this evening. I am very tired."

"Yes now, Gilly. I can't put it off anymore. You have changed in the last couple of months. I want to know what is going on. You are moody, wearing more clothes than you have since I've known you, and our sex life has come to almost a stand still. You insist that the light be turn out before we go to bed, you never used to mind the light."

She looked at me and responded, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize that those things were happening. I will do better William, okay?"

"It's not okay girl. The thing that bothers me the most is your class. You said you have been taking a cooking class these last two weeks. I call the community college to see how long it would go on. They said they are not giving any cooking classes this semester. So what kind of class are you taking every week, all day long?"

Gilly looked at me and tears began to form in her eyes. She hung her head and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have kept it from you. I should have told you right away"

"All of this, points to something that I don't like to think about Gilly. All of this, points to something a wife should not be involved in. If you have anything going on that shouldn't be going on, I am going to give you a way out. I am giving you a "Get out of jail free" card."

"What is that?" she asked.

"If there is something going on, stop it now. Your "Get out of jail free" card will erase everything that has been going on. We can continue with our life and patch the holes in our marriage. This is a onetime freebee. After tonight the offer is withdrawn."

Gilly looked at me. She seemed to be trying to gain a control of her emotions. Then she started to laugh. I never expected her to laugh. Cry maybe, apologize maybe, or even tell me to go to hell, but I didn't think she would laugh. The anger started to build in me.

"You big, dumb, lovable man. You have no idea what is going on, do you?"

"Obviously not. I don't see what is funny about you cheating on me."

"I'm not cheating on you, you big dope. I'm pregnant."

"What? How? When? Oh hell," I stuttered. "Pregnant?" "You"

Gilly laughed at me again. "I have been going to the doctor ever week as I had a few problems earlier and didn't want to take any chances. After seeing the doctor, I would visit with Stacy and her friends. They are back at their old rental this summer. The moodiness is just my hormones going nuts. I wore more clothes because I didn't want you to notice me getting fat."

"Why didn't you just tell me Gilly?"

"I wasn't sure how you would take it, knowing your history. Also I wasn't sure how you would feel about starting a new family at your age. I would have had to tell you soon; I'm really beginning to show. If you don't want a family, I understand and will leave and raise the baby on my own. Well say something. What do you think? Are you happy? Are you sad? What do you want to do?"

"Happy? Happy doesn't even come close to explaining how I feel. You aren't going anywhere without me young lady. I feel 10 years younger. I want to shout. I want to tell everyone, I'm going to be a father. I feel sorry for the rest of the world because they can't be as happy as I am."

The rest of that evening is private, between Gilly and I.

Everything did not magically get better. Gilly was still moody and sometime snapped at me. Now that I knew why, it didn't bother me. The one thing that did change was her clothing and our sex life. She went back to wearing as little as possible and no more made up excuses to refuse to make love. Sometimes she just didn't feel like it, but I could live with that.

Gilly gave birth to a girl. The baby was born by C section, so she looked perfect right from the start. She is a beautiful baby. (I know all babies are beautiful, at least to their parents) We named her "Stacy" in honor of our friend that brought Gilly and I together. My daughter already has me wrapped around her little finger.

I'm now a 50 year old father. I have began to eat healthier, something I swore I would never do. My exercise routine has also increased. I will be 60 when Stacy is 10 and I want to stay as young as possible for my two girls.

Well that's the story.

A NEW BEGINNING, AGAIN.

A much happier one this time, I think.