The Gift

After Alice died, he just hadn’t been interested in women.  He had loved his wife and seen that all of her needs were meticulously taken care of for thirty years.  She, in turn, had made sure he was happy.  She had kept the house the way he wanted it, had been an impeccable hostess when he had entertained guests, had been a gourmet cook, and had been the perfect sex toy.  Always.

The thought of Alice made his cock begin to stir.  Still fondling it, he felt it grow as silent tears slid down his cheek.  No, no, no, enough already; that’s not what he wanted.  He pulled his hand away and turned his thoughts to lunch with Jack and Ted.

Ted had called and said he and Jack wanted to take Nick out for lunch to discuss his birthday.  The three of them had been friends since their undergraduate days at Yale.  They had formed a small men’s club after college, based on their somewhat out-of-the-ordinary interests. read more