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She slathered it on his cock and up inside her. Brad kissed her ass, licked her, tongued her, then put the head of his dick against her winking rim.
"Fuck me hard, Baby," she said. "I want to feel you for days."
So he gave her the biggest ass-banging she ever had. Maggie knew it too, her moans and groans were louder than ever, sprinkled with colorful language, and her body shimmied like a willow in the wind.
They didn’t get to sleep until very late. In the morning Brad had his normal hard-on, but he controlled himself. Maggie had a long drive and he knew he shouldn’t start up any shenanigans and hold her up. He let his boner subside and waited patiently in bed as Maggie showered and prepared to leave. It was a sad goodbye, but not a long one.
Brad kissed her long and hard through the window of her car, and copped one last feel. Maggie’s eyes were watering when they parted.
"We have to figure this out," she said.
"I know. We will."
"My divorce is moving along. Should be finalized in a couple months. Maybe sooner."
"That’s good. Sooner the better."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
Brad watched her drive away with watery eyes of his own.
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They kept up their regular phone calls, and the theme of their conversations always revolved around their dilemma. They loved each other, they wanted, no, needed to be together. But they were both entrenched in their jobs 350 miles apart. Something had to give. Or somebody. Or both.
Finally they agreed on a plan. Maggie agreed to ease her way out of her job at the store, but it might take some time. She couldn’t leave her Dad hanging, at least until she trained a reliable replacement. She would move in with Brad, and they would live in the town outside the national park. Brad would notify his bosses that he would be moving out of the cabin and into town. They would have to find someone to take over for him as well. All this might take time, but she would finally be divorced and they could really start their life together.
After that, their phone talks were enthusiastic and upbeat. They discussed their progress transitioning from their jobs, and planned and discussed how great it would be to live together. To be together. The weeks flew by.
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On a day off in Mid-June, Brad picked up his mail. Along with the usual assortment of bills and junk mail was a package from Maggie. It was a large bubble envelope. When he got back in his car he ripped it open. There was a greeting card and a flat, gift-wrapped box. He opened the card first.
It was a Father’s Day card. The card itself was basic, but Maggie had written him a short love letter on one side, telling him how much she looked forward to soon being together, and how lucky she felt that they had finally found each other, even though they’d both been right under their noses all along.
He picked up the gift, and had a good idea what it was before he opened it. And he was right: Silk boxers. With a big smile, he held them out in front of him. They were black with multicolored fireworks of varied sizes exploding all over them, and BIG DADDY written in big bold letters across the front.
It was too early to call her, she would still be at work. He went to the park headquarters and caught up on some paperwork, and killed time until she’d be home from work.
When he called, she picked right up. He thanked her for the gift. It was unexpected and a nice surprise.
"You’re spoiling me with all these pairs of silk underpants. My penis has never had it so luxurious," he said.
"I love your penis. I want to take care of it," she said.
"You do take care of it."
"If I was there with you, I’d be taking care of it right now."
Brad felt a tingle in his groin. "There you go, getting me all horny," he said.
"It’s what I do."
"Don’t I know it. Anyway, thank you very much for the gift. It made my week. I get a Father’s Day gift and I’m not even a father!"
"You will be, one of these days. I’m just getting into practice." There was a silence on the line for a moment, then she said, "Can you get off work next Sunday and Monday?"
Brad had a few days off saved. "Sure. Why?"
"We’re coming to visit. Me, and Mom and Dad. I’ve been talking to Dad about opening a second store, and a couple miles from the entrance to a national park and national forest seems to him like a good idea. He has been checking it out and wants to see it for himself. There doesn’t seem to be any real competition there that I can remember."
"Not much. There’s a sporting goods store, but their inventory sucks, and they have to special order everything. And the hardware store has some stuff, the basics anyway. If you opened a store there, and kept a lot of inventory in stock, you’d kick their asses. You’d be surprised how many people get here and realize how much gear they have forgotten to pack, and have to buy it. Expensive stuff.
"Is that vacant feed store still for sale?"
"Yep, I went by there today. The sign’s still up."
"Good. Call them and set up a showing to see the place on Monday, and any other commercial properties that might be available. I’ll book the hotel."
"Okay. I can’t wait to see you. I’ll try to keep my hands off you in front of our parents."
"So will I."
After they said their sexy goodbyes, Brad started the car and drove to town to get the phone number from the sign at the feed store. He pulled into the parking lot. He found a pen and paper in the glove compartment and was writing down the number when the news flash finally sunk into his brain. He had a radiating swirl in his stomach, goosebumps on his arms, and sweat on his brow. He looked at his phone. He had a good signal. He redialed Maggie. She picked up on the first ring, but didn’t say hello.
"Figured it out, huh?" she answered. "What took you so long?"
"Maggie, is it true,?" he stammered. "Are you, um…"
"Um I what? Can’t you say it?"
"Are you…, uh, pregnant?"
"I am."
"Oh my God. How long have you known?"
"A couple weeks. After all the sex we had that week I came up there to visit, we screwed like what, thirty or forty times? My birth control must have sprung a leak. Are you okay with it?"
"Are you kidding? I’m ecstatic. Shocked, but ecstatic. Have you told Mom and Dad?"
"No, I thought we’d do that together."
"It will be fun to see the looks on their faces. Their first grandchild."
"Last week was a good week for another reason, too."
"Yeah? What’s that?"
"My divorce came through. It’s final, I got the papers. I’m all yours now."
Brad sighed with relief. She would be his. His dick tickled at the thought.
"That’s good. I can’t wait to see you."
"Same here, Baby.Will you be all silky down there?"
"Of course. I take care of my penis."
"So will I," she whispered.
He was hard when they ended the call. He called the number on the sign and got the agent’s voicemail. He left a message. He said he wanted to see the feed store property, and any other commercial properties that may be available around town. He added that he and his wife were also be looking for a place to live. The guy called back within minutes, heard the plans, and said he’d get right on it.
Brad drove to the trailhead, parked his car, and pulled his backpack out of the trunk. It was heavy, full of groceries and canned goods. He hiked to his cabin, heated a can of soup for supper.
Knowing what he now knew, the soup was like ambrosia to his tongue. He ate it, licked the spoon and sipped from the bowl. His woman was coming home.
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