The flights back to ATL and RDU were uneventful. In addition to breakfast, we also got a light lunch on the way to Atlanta. There was a time when air travel wasn't a scrimp-fest. Both flights were on-time. I slept through much of the flight from Portland to Atlanta. However, what was typical of flying into ATL was the connecting flight was on the opposite end of either the same or the next concourse.

I arrived back at RDU and called my ex-wife to let her know I was back and that I could pick up our son. He would spend Tuesday night with me as he usually did. He was quite glad to see me. We went to the local Hardee's for dinner and then to my house for the evening. It was good to be back home with him, as it always was these days. After spending the evening together it was bedtime for my son. I read him one of his favorite stories and left him to fall asleep in his bed.

I was in excellent spirits because of the way the weekend turned out. It was hardly a mundane weekend for Catie and I. What had seemed to be scary and possibly tragic had turned out to be very sensuous and sexual.

I called Abby's phone number as requested because there were no extension phones that could be used to listen in. Abby answered the phone.

"Hello, " she said.

"Hello, beautiful!"

"Hello? Who is this?" she asked.

It suddenly dawned on me that she wasn't accustomed to hearing my voice.

"It's Gary."

"Oh, Hi! We were just talking about you."

"We who? You and your sister or you and your friends?"

"Both, actually." I decided to move on from that question.

"How's your dad doing?"

"We saw more improvement today. He may leave the hospital by Friday and go to a rehabilitation center."

That was good news. "Do you know for how long?" That hadn't been determined but it seemed he could be home by Thanksgiving.

"How are you feeling? Are you sore?"

"God, yes! You stretched me in ways and places I didn't even know I had places I've been leaking your cum all day."

I apologized for leaving her in pain and that I hoped it wasn't long before she was healed.

She told me she now understood the pain and pleasure and something hurting so good. She also told me that she couldn't wait to have me back inside her and cumming inside her again. A little warning sensation was triggered somewhere in my brain.

"I enjoyed being in you, too. Is your sister there?" I asked.

Catie got on the phone. "Hi, my love!"

"Did you hear that?" I asked.

"Yes." Catie replied.

"We'll have to talk about that later."

We had a nice conversation about what seemed to be next for her dad and family, how it was to see my son, plans for the next days. There was also some intimate talk about we already missed being with each other. And so our nightly conversations were a mixture of update, how are day went, how we missed each other.

Their dad did leave the hospital at the end of the week and was transferred to a rehab facility in the area. Catie flew home to Chicago that Sunday.

When Catie got home and we could talk just between her and I, I asked her what she wanted me to do with and about Abby.

"Fuck her!"

"I've already done that. You were there. I'm serious. What do you want me to do?"

Abby seemed fixed on me from nearly 3000 miles away. Catie told me that they had lots of conversations in the past week focused more on the "now that you're a woman" (referencing her no longer being a virgin and taking on the responsibility for relationships that were informed by her sexual experience). Catie told me that although she was willing to share me, I was the person who she felt most attached with and she hoped I felt the same. I did.

It was going to be a long four weeks before I travelled to Chicago to start our train trip to Portland. On Thursday evening, November 7th, after I had taken my son back to his mom's condo, Catie called me and asked if I could fly up to Chicago for the long weekend. She told me that she was so horny she couldn't stand it.

"No, but what if I fly you down tomorrow night?" On Friday, I made arrangements through my travel agent to get her a flight on Friday evening and flying her back to Chicago on Monday afternoon (Veterans Day).

I thought about her all day on that Friday. I was still working on reports from my summer project including editing and corrections and a new workshop to be presented in January or February. I left the office to go pick up my son from after-school and then we were off to the airport. Catie's flight arrived just a little late from Chicago. It was already dark since sunset was a little after 5:00 PM, so there wasn't a lot to see as we drove back from the airport.

When we met Catie, I introduced the two of them and told him that this was my friend whose dad had fallen and hurt his head. We walked down the concourse, me carrying my son on my left arm, holding Catie's hand with my right. After retrieving her luggage we set out for my car in the parking area. I put my son's car seat in the rear seat behind the passenger seat so Catie could sit up front with me.

We went to one of the nearby malls to get some food and then to the video arcade that was at one end of the mall. Catie and I mostly sat outside while I kept a watchful eye on my son.

"He's adorable!" she told me. After allowing him to play a few rounds of video games, I told him that we needed to go home.

When got to my house, I gave the quick tour of the downstairs. Unlike the house she grew up in, this was a very modern and non-traditional design. It was very open with high ceilings, a balcony overlooking the living room area, and a very dramatic foyer area. It was known locally as "one of them weird houses" with its steep pitched roofs and clerestory windows.

My son got ready for bed and I went back to his room and read him a story, which was part of our usual bedtime routine. Catie sat in the dining room listening to the routine. After kissing him goodnight, I turned off the light and left the room. Usually I left the doors open.

Catie and I stayed in the living room for a few minutes listening to some music on my stereo system. Actually, we were making out. I got up and went to my son's bedroom and saw he was asleep. It was time to take Catie to bed.

I led her up the stairs to the balcony that overlooked the living room area. I told her that it was a dramatic looking space but was probably the least useful spot in the house other than leading to the walk-in attic storage area.

We turned back to the master bedroom and master bathroom area. When we walked in, she saw my brass bed frame. That looked pretty traditional compared to the Swedish and Danish teak furniture that was also in the room. What wasn't evident, though I had told her about it, was the queen size, soft-side waterbed. It was an extremely deep mattress and classified as a semi-waveless design.

"I'd love to be tied down or tie you down to this frame and just ride the waves of this bed," Catie said.

"I think I can arrange that," I told her.

"Besides, it a 'virgin bed.' Never been used to fuck in."

"We need to do something about that," she said.

It was a sensuous undressing we performed on each other even with the sense of urgency.

"I've been wanting to rip your clothes off all evening," she said as she reached down and grabbed my erect cock. I pulled the covers back, let her slide onto the bed as it depressed and rippled underneath her. When I got in the water level raised her up on a waterbed wave.

"I want you in me NOW!" she practically commanded. I lined myself up between her legs and plunged into her. There was no foreplay. Just one long stroke inside her. She orgasmed the moment I was sliding into her. We made love for the next four hours with hardly a break between my orgasms and in multiple positions. The waterbed made it easier than I had imagined for both of us to achieve intense strokes with much less effort.

After the "last time" for this session, I asked if her horny itch was better. She told me it was for the moment.

"Your waterbed isn't a virgin anymore," she said..

"I think it gave us a really good ride."

She got up and went to the bathroom. I went downstairs to turn off the stereo. She was back in my bed when I came back upstairs. After emptying my bladder, I climbed into bed behind her and assumed the "spoons" position.

She told me "Thank you," though she didn't specify for what. I just thought it was for bringing her here and us cumming together multiple times.

I think we both slept very soundly.

I awoke to my son coming into the master bedroom. I was (still?) sleeping against Catie's back in the spoons position. He got up onto the waterbed behind me. She woke up as my son climbed onto the bed.

"Hi, dad. Are you going to get up soon?"

I looked over at the clock and it was 8:45 AM.

"Yes. Why don't you go change into your gymnastics clothes and I'll be down in a few minutes. He went back downstairs. Catie didn't say anything immediately.

"Good morning. How are you doing?" I asked.

"I didn't know what to do, so I just stayed still."

"You did fine, he's never seen me in bed with someone else and I'd be surprised if he remembers me being in bed with his mom. He's not traumatized by it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am!"

"How do you know?"

I threw the covers off of us and kind of lurched up and said, "because he didn't rip the covers off like this and say what are you doing in this bed!?"

I started after Catie in the bed and she started laughing as I started to feel and kiss her. I got up out of the bed, pulled the covers over her and told her to get up when she was ready. I was going to go downstairs and fix some breakfast for my son. I pulled on some running shorts and went downstairs.

I fixed my son some cereal and we were talking about the day's plans when Catie came downstairs. She was wearing shorts and a sweatshirt. I told her I was taking him to gymnastics this morning and then he was going over to spend the afternoon with a friend after gymnastics class. I offered to fix her some breakfast. I fixed her some cereal. She sat down at the dining room table with us.

"What time is gymnastics?"

"It's from 10 to 11:30. It's about 10 minutes from here."

"Can I go along?"

"Of course!"

Catie went back upstairs and got in the shower. My son was ready to go. He went back into the living room to watch television after eating his breakfast. I went upstairs and joined Catie in the shower. After a little hugging and kissing, she lovingly washed me, taking particular care to thoroughly wash my cock, balls, and ass. We couldn't play too long because we needed to leave in just a short time.

After drying off, I was finished dressing first and went back downstairs. Catie looked at the scene of my son and I sitting on the couch down below from the balcony. When I saw her, I asked if she needed something.

"Later. I'm just admiring the scenery."

She came downstairs and we left to take my son to gymnastics class. We drove about 10 minutes to Cary, NC where the school and class was. The three of us got out and went inside. Catie asked me if I usually stayed or just dropped him off. I told her that I stayed about 50% of the time when I was home. She asked if we could stay and we did. She and I were going to have all afternoon together. We took seats over with some of the other parents. I introduced Catie to some of the parents I knew. This was the first time they had seen me with someone other than my soon-to-be ex-wife (though they had seen her with her boyfriend).

It was mostly watching these young children running around with their instructors because we were talking about children that were 5 and 6 years old. She watched and took it all in as we sat there together watching the kids and chatting with other parents. After the class was over, we drove back to my house and fixed lunch.

My son was going to visit with a school friend of his from 1-5 PM. This was planned before Catie was coming to stay with me. It was a short drive to the condominium as it was less than a mile away. I told Catie that she could stay at the house if she wanted while I took my son to his friend's house. She opted to come with me.

When we arrived, I took my son to the door. I had a short conversation with his friend's mom and then came back to the car and we drove back to the house. When we got back, it didn't take us long to get naked and get back into bed. I hadn't expected "the ride" of the waterbed to be so pleasant and fun, but it certainly was. It was after I had cum in Catie again and we were laying in the bed with me on top of her that she looked up and saw the hooks in the ceiling. She remembered me telling her about them (and the swag chains) but she hadn't noticed them because they were white against the white ceiling and the chains and plants (ferns) were removed.

I told her we could use them later. We spent the whole afternoon in bed together. It was lusty and tender. Catie had wanted me inside her since before she arrived and I was certainly willing to do that. Not very much foreplay to this. Just cum and cum and more cum. As the sun was setting, I reluctantly pulled out of Catie to get ready and go pick up my son. I knew that sometimes that I'd get a call asking if my son could spend the night but that didn't happen this evening.

Catie stayed in bed while I got dressed and went to pickup my son. We came back and she was dressed and waiting for us. It was spaghetti night tonight and so, I started dinner with the preparation of the tomato sauce. My son was excited by a new game device that his friend had and was telling us all about it (and wanting one) while I was beginning dinner preparations. We had our first dinner together at my house, sitting around the dining room table. After dinner, we went back out into the living room and watched TV (I don't remember what, though). Sometimes I was down on the floor with my son (and my cat). Other times I was sitting on the couch with Catie and my son would join us curled up against the two of us.

My son started to doze off, so I got him up and ready for bed. Another bedtime story and he was fast asleep in just a few minutes. Catie and I went upstairs a little while later and it was quite a night. We'd make love, drift off to sleep (maybe), one of us would wake up and start the process again. The longest we slept was about 3 hours. She woke up at about 7 AM, climbed up on top of me and woke me up by getting ready to slide down my morning wood. She really liked the way the waterbed emphasized her strokes as she slid up and down me. She orgasmed multiple times until she finally took me over the edge with her. She laid down on me and after 10 minutes, or so, I slid out of her.

I was already up and about downstairs when my son woke up. Catie went back to sleep and I stayed downstairs with my son. The usual Sunday routine was to have our "hand off" between my ex-wife and I somewhere around noontime. Sometimes, I would take our son back to her place. Sometimes, she would come over to pick him up. Sometimes, I would take him to his grandparents house. This day, my ex-wife was coming over to pick up our son. Catie was downstairs with us when she arrived. The introduction and the conversation was civil as my ex asked how Catie's dad was doing. After a couple of minutes, I got the car seat out of my car, kissed my son goodbye, and told him that I'd pick him up on Tuesday, and they left.

After they left, I asked Catie if she was alright. She said she thought it felt a little strange meeting her. There wasn't any obvious hostility about Catie being there in the house that was still jointly owned by my ex-wife and I (that was about to change to being owned by me). I told her that I would have been surprised had my ex-wife acted with any hostility since she had moved out a year earlier and almost immediately had her lover move in with her. But Catie knew that just a month earlier my ex-wife had made a play to have us start dating again.

"We've managed to keep it civil and not put our son in the middle of our divorce." Catie thought that it showed. Catie wanted to talk about it some more. We went for a walk down by the lake as we talked about the what's and whys of the relationship between my ex-wife and I. I told Catie that I walked down these trails around the lake many times in the first months after my ex moved out. I told her how lost I felt and in a fog where I didn't know what to do next.

"I have good friends that would listen."

"The day I knew I was going to get through this was in mid-April. It was a misty, foggy Sunday and I was right here when I knew that I was going to survive."

Catie thought I was talking about being there at the lake.

"No, I was right here." I pointed to the wild azalea that was in front of us.

"It was blooming. A couple of pink flowers in the sea of emerging green leaves. The mist and the fog that formed droplets on the flower gave it a look that said something to me. And in that moment of loss, I finally knew that I was going to be okay."

"You didn't know that before?"

"I had glimpses. My son and I went through chicken pox together in early March, I went skiing for the very first time in March and felt good about getting back out in the world. But after that day, I knew that even when there were tough days when all I wanted to do was cry and maybe give up, I would come out the other side."

We walked back to the house still talking. I wanted us to take a ride and I'd show her part of my world and where I live. I showed her the campus and the other places where I had lived in Raleigh. We came back to my house at about 2:30 PM.

She wanted me to get out the chains to hang the enema bags on both sides of the bed (I did) and then she wanted to know what I had to tie me to or for her to be tied to the bedframe. I had Velcro straps from my backpacking that would fit the bill. We spent the rest of the afternoon and evening experimenting with being tied to the bedframe giving and taking enemas from bags hanging from the ceiling chains on either side of the bed.

We were pretty spent by 11 PM. Multiple enemas, multiple orgasms and an array of sex acts (vaginal, oral, and anal) with each of us taking our turn being "tied" (by Velcro straps) to the bedframe. It was exciting in being restrained by and trusting in your partner. Of course, with enough effort, the Velcro could be pulled apart compared to being tied with a rope. It was something I declined before at Catie's apartment. But this time I felt more trusting of her.

I asked Catie if she needed to call anyone to let them know where she was and that she was okay.

"No, they know where I am and how to reach me if there is an emergency."

There were random acts of sex throughout the night. But we mostly slept (unbound) throughout the night, always close to each other. Early in the morning, near sunrise, Catie got up to go to the bathroom. I rolled onto my back in the middle of the bed under the covers. When she came back, she slowly pulled the covers away to reveal my naked body. She took my legs and spread them and wrapped the Velcro straps around my ankles to bind my legs to the brass footboard frame of my bed. She walked up beside the bed and dis the same with each of my wrists on each side of the brass frame headboard.

She took down both enema bags and filled them in the tub before hanging them back up on the chains. She inserted my nozzle and then got on the bed and inserted hers. I wanted to reach for her but couldn't. She got on top of me and slid me inside her once again and then used the waterbed's assistance to have me sliding in and out of her. She reached back and opened one clamp (hers) and then opened the other (mine). The obviously were not wide open because it the bags were not decreasing in size very quickly. But the water was quite warm and I could tell how much she warmed internally as her rectum and colon were filled. From my point of view it was erotic to not be able to really do anything and watch her ride the waves of orgasm after orgasm as the bags flattened above us.

I just let mine cum on its own. Catie ground down hard to feel me cum and then to cum herself, once again.

"Oh, that was a big one."

She got up after a few minutes, removed her nozzle and walked to the bathroom to release her enema. I could lean my head up and see her sitting on the toilet while I listened to the liquid firing into the toilet bowl. I asked if she was going to release me and she told me to hold on just a little bit longer. She must have made me wait at least 5 minutes before getting cleaned up, standing up and flushing the toilet. She came and released me and helped me off the bed. She carried the empty bag while the nozzle was still in me and allow me to sit down on the toilet. The nozzle fired out the moment I sat down. She hung the bag in the shower.

In addition to expelling the enema, I was also emptying my bladder. Catie got down on her knees in front of me and was ready to reach for my softened cock to put it in her mouth. I told her to wait until I was done peeing. She waited until I told her "OK" and then she took my cock in her mouth as I continued to expel my enema. She got me hard again, not that I was nowhere near close to cumming again. After wiping myself clean, we got back into bed for some close, intimate time.

"I don't say this lightly or because I feel like I have to. I love you and I just want you to know."

"I know," she said. "I love you, too!"

We spent the rest of the morning naked in my house. We made love in the living room, the kitchen and it was even warm enough to go out and continue our lovemaking on the deck. Our time together was quickly cumming to an end and it was time for me to take her back to the airport.

Before she left the house, she called Jody to let her know that she was on her way back to Chicago. There were tears for both of us as we said goodbye in the concourse and I watched her get on that plane. I drove home and, once again, the house felt very empty. But I had her clothing that she had left me to sleep with and remember her scents. I had given her some of my clothes to take with her to Chicago.

She called me when she got home. I was laying in the bed waiting for her call. I hadn't changed the sheets, nor had I removed the Velcro straps. When she heard that I was on my bed naked waiting for her call, she told me that she was stripping out of hers and we had a mutual masturbation phone sex session.

After some conversation about how good the weekend was, we said goodnight concluding our call with "I Love You" for the very first time.

Images: Catie in the shower, Catie snaps a couple of photos of me working on my state and county map.