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The Consolation Gift Part 2

I laid back on the recliner letting the sun wash over my naked flesh. I’d already done my thirty lengths in the pool and was letting my muscles relax. I wasn’t sure who had picked this house twelve years ago, me or Val, but with the addition of the jacuzzi it would be our ‘forever’ home. Especially now the kids had left and we could return to our more risqué desires.

It was odd, we were both highly intelligent people and understood the necessity of ‘maintaining’ our relationship and yet we had let it slide over the years. Of course, it wasn’t just about sex but when I remembered our life B.C. we had talked so much more about everything and nothing. Our youngest, Julie, had noticed the shift in us on a video call the previous night commenting with a feigned disgust that she ‘bet we were now having sex all over the house’ now that we were alone.

“How comfortable is your bed, Sammie?” Val had asked with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

“Yuck, mom,” was the simple reply.

Not to be outdone I asked, “I hope the bed in your dorm room is comfortable, too?”

The two of us laughed as a further ‘yuck’ came through the iPad. It was at least two hours before we found out how comfortable our daughter’s bed actually was! The two of us, post-orgasm, had looked at the old-style wrought-iron frame and didn’t need to say anything about the fact we would make use of it again.

My cock twitched in the hot sunlight as I wondered what Val had planned for me today, it was my ...

... birthday after all. She knew she couldn’t surprise like I had done with Danny so I reckoned she’d have something creative up her sleeves, maybe involving a partner for us to share. After she had gone ‘shopping’, and the way she said it, definitely sounded like an euphemism, I had showered and carefully shaved all the hair from my crotch as my own surprise for her. I stared at my denuded cock and balls, it was a novelty but, to me, they looked alien and I wasn’t sure that it was something I could ever get used to. Even with Val, I preferred some hair down below.

The doorbell rang and I grabbed my pair of shorts with some annoyance. Walking through the house the suspicion that maybe this was Val’s surprise for me arose in my head. I opened the door to find a red-headed young man with a file clutched under his arm.

“Prof Fagin?” he asked.

“Yes,” I nodded.

“Oh, sorry, Prof Val, sir?” he corrected himself.

“Yes, she lives here, and you are?” I asked.

“Ahh, Bill Richardson, sir,” he stated as if I should know him, “I’m one of Prof Val’s students, she told me I could pop around to discuss my thesis, sir.”

“Frank,” I stated.

“Frank, sir?” he queried.

“My name’s Frank, not sir,” I grinned. He was ‘cute’,a little role-play, Val? I thought. “Come on in, Bill Richardson, Val’s out at the moment but I’m sure she’ll return soon enough.”

I turned and walked back through the house, hearing the front door shut behind me. I strode back into the garden and sat back down ...