1. I''d Never View it as Cheating--Part 2


    Date: 7/10/2017, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 92.5, Source: sexstories.com

    the concept of creating a positive work ethic—something that had stayed with me throughout my entire life. June 30th was on a Wednesday. I bugged out early. Everything that had to be done was and there was nothing on the horizon for two weeks when I’d hold final interviews for three teaching positions—English, French, and Chemistry. I especially hated to lose the Chem. teacher. She was young and a bundle of energy, but her husband had been transferred to Denver. I’d phoned a high school principal with a recommendation for her and I was sure she’d be hired. Me? I headed home to work on an idea I’d had—an idea that would help us to spend more productive time with Lizzie. I went to begin cleaning up my boat. Having been born and bred on Long Island I’d been exposed to fishing at a young age, tossing my first drop line at four and graduating to a rod and reel the following year. My high school buddies and I spent every non-working moment fishing until we were old enough to drive. Then we spend our daylight hours fishing and our nights chasing every young skirt we could find. That had pretty much continued right up to the day I’d first dated Lizzie. My first boat had been an old tub, one that had been virtually abandoned by its owner. I’d bought it for a song, fixed it up, and even taken Lizzie and our young kids fishing. Then, two years ago, I’d bought a brand spanking new Grady-White 23-foot center console with a Fiberglass T-top and a V6 225 horsepower Yamaha outboard. It ...
    was my dream boat. Unfortunately, that was the year that Lizzie had become ill so it had been rarely used. I’d spent my time instead taking Lizzie to doctor after doctor, worrying the entire time what would happen to my beautiful wife. I’d asked Dr. Thompson about taking Lizzie out onto the bay, thinking the family activity would be good for her. I was surprised as hell when he readily agreed. My trip home was detoured a bit as I stopped at West Marine for a new PFD—an automatically inflating life jacket—for Toni. Everyone on board would wear one or they wouldn’t get on. David and Beth…Lizzie, too, knew this rule. The Great South Bay is shallow. Most of it isn’t more than five or six feet deep, but you can drown in a hell of a lot less than that and it can be treacherous with sand bars sometimes hidden just below the surface. And, then there are the other boaters, some of whom are clueless about the simplest boating protocols. There are plenty of accidents on the water every year involving drunk drivers and other inane stupidity. Once home I changed into an old tee and shorts, filled a jug with ice and water, and removed the tarp from the boat. I washed it from bow to stern. That was the easy part. Next was the waxing, one of the most important steps in protecting a boat from the harsh elements associated with salt water. I had finished the inside when David returned home and came out back to help. Instead, we finished for the day and showered before driving once again to the ...
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