My Rocky Relationship with Sheila--Part 3 of 4 - Sex Stories

My Rocky Relationship with Sheila--Part 3 of 4

... I’d spend that much and more once we got to Maui. I’d read all about Maui Divers on Front Street in Lahaina, the old whaling town that had evolved into West Maui’s shopping and dining center. I was sure there’d be a strand of black pearls with Nan’s name on it. We enjoyed the bus trip, but the helicopter ride was breathtaking as we soared over the Na Pali Coast with its green fluted mountains rising from the sea. From there it was into Waimea Canyon, one of the rainiest places on earth, indeed the rain poured over the copter while we were there. I doubted we had ever seen a place as green as Kauai and then we headed north to Hanalei Bay where the movie South Pacific was filmed. It was an incredible experience made all the better because I had Nan to share it with. The experience only got better when we returned to the hotel late in the afternoon. “Having fun,” I asked. “You know it,” Nan replied, “and the fun hasn’t even started. Let’s lose those clothes, Husband.” Her hands were on me in a flash. In a minute she had stripped me and herself and had settled onto my hard thick cock. “You know, we should probably stick to missionary if we want to get you pregnant.” “I know, but this is just so much fun. I can’t resist. I can’t resist you, either.” She remained motionless while her vaginal muscles pulsed as though she was riding me furiously. It was incredible—unbelievable—but true. Damn, but I loved this woman and I would forever. I came hard a few minutes later and when I did ...

... Nan slid off me, raising her feet in the air. “Like my solution?” I did. I held her like the treasure she was. Our final stop was Maui. There was only a short flight and I thought about taking a cat nap until Nan asked me a question out of the blue. “If Mary Ann hired another assistant what skill set do you think we’d need?” “I really haven’t given it much thought. I didn’t really think Mary Ann was serious.” “I think she might be. Alice is thinking of retiring.” Alice was my “secretary,” although she was really in the position because of her friendship with Mary Ann. Her clerical skills were marginal, at best. “It’s supposed to be a secret—Alice is having some health issues. Her daughter wants her to retire and move west to live with her. I wonder if we could get someone who knows steno or machine dictation.” “Steno? Where could we possibly find someone who knows steno?” Nan tilted her head to the side and gave me a look that said, “Duh.” Then it came to me. I knew someone with outstanding clerical skills—Sheila. I prayed that she hadn’t been destroyed by Rita’s insane treatment of her. I phoned Mary Ann once we had landed to ask if she was serious. She was—Alice’s condition was far worse than Nan realized. I explained what Nan and I had discussed and then I explained why. To her credit Mary Ann simply listened and when I was done she finished the conversation with but a single word, “okay.” Nan and I spoke once we had reached the Sheraton Maui about thirty miles from the ...