Maggie and Stephen - Parts 5 & 6

by Mackers

Part 5

The next morning, Stephen let Maggie sleep and left to take care of a few things at the office. Since it was Saturday and he had woken her twice more during the night, Stephen wanted her to get her rest. Three times in one night was excessive for a man his age, but since his libido gave no indication of using common sense, he decided he should at least be considerate of Maggie’s health.

Maggie woke shortly after Stephen left. She decided to tackle her weekly housecleaning so she would have time to see Annie this afternoon. The obscene phone calls were bothering her and she had decided to talk to Annie’s husband, Peter.

Stephen, however was another matter. She really didn’t want to confide this to him. He was pretty overbearing normally and she was a little afraid he would be like a mother bear whose cub is threatened. Lord only knew what he would do if he thought someone was seriously threatening her.

As luck would have it, Peter was off duty this afternoon and raking the leaves from the lawn when Maggie dropped by. He stopped as she got out of the car and gave her a big hug.

"Maggie—It’s good to see you! What’s this I hear about a new man in your life?" Peter had been acting like an older brother (even though he was younger) ever since the divorce. "I hope you’ll bring him over soon so I can check him out!"

"Peter! Don’t you dare! God, I’d be so embarrassed!" Maggie swatted him on the arm playfully.

At that moment, Annie, having heard all the commotion, came to the door. "Maggie! Why didn’t you call? Come on in to the chaos of the Hennesy Hacienda! I’m so glad you came over—you can save me from laundry for a few minutes." Annie plopped down on the couch and moved the basket of laundry sitting on it to the floor.

Maggie was aghast! There was laundry absolutely everywhere! Most of it appeared to be waiting to be folded but some looked like it was waiting to be washed. "Annie, not to be rude, but when was the last time you did the laundry?" Maggie asked, trying not to laugh.

Peter had come in, and was leaning on the door jamb when he announced "Oh, my sweet Annie does the laundry—she just doesn’t fold it or put it away! But we are working on that, aren’t we dear?" Peter gave Annie a meaningful look that Maggie wondered about. Annie stuck her tongue out at Peter.

"Darling, why don’t you go back to raking the leaves or some equally macho past time. The girls want to talk." Annie playfully motioned to Peter to leave.

Maggie interrupted. "Peter, if you could stay for a few minutes, I’d like to ask your advice. You see, I’ve been getting these strange phone calls….." Mag proceeded to fill Peter and Annie in on the obscene phone calls. Peter looked thoughtful while Maggie explained the sequence of events.

"Have you filed a report with the police department?" Peter asked.

"Ah..no. I’d prefer not to make a big issue out of this." Maggie was being evasive, something Peter thought totally out of character.

"Why not?"

"Geez, Peter. If I report it to the police, Stephen will find out. And if Stephen finds out, I won’t be able to breathe without asking permission. He’s overprotective and domineering now. Can you imagine what he’d be like if he knew this was going on? Let’s wait and see what happens. Maybe this was a freak occurrence!"

"Mag, there are things we can do once you file the report. We can put a tracer on your phone. At least we can try and figure out who is doing this! But I can’t do anything, even unofficially until you’ve reported it."

Annie watched the exchange between her husband and friend with large eyes. "Maggie, Peter’s right. You need to report it. And wouldn’t it be better to tell Stephen now? What if something else happens and THEN he finds out you didn’t tell him? I really don’t think he will be very happy."

Oh, boy was THAT the understatement of the millennium. What Maggie wasn’t going to share with her friends is just how Stephen’s displeasure would be displayed. Made her bottom tingle just to think about it!

"OK, OK you two. Thank you for the advice. Now, Peter why don’t you go back to your manly pursuits and I’ll help Annie fold wash." Maggie picked the closest laundry basket and went at it.

Once Annie and Maggie finished the laundry project, they adjourned to the kitchen for some tea and brownies. It was over their second cheesecake brownie that Maggie finally told Annie her news about Stephen.

"It appears we are living together, but don’t ask me any details. I barely managed to avoid a trip to Reno last night! He’ll change his tune once he’s cohabited with me for a while. I give this two months tops before he runs for the hills." Maggie was trying to put a light spin on the story.

Annie actually wasn’t too surprised that Stephen was moving in. From what Maggie had told her, Stephen didn’t seem the sort to give up easily and Annie seriously doubted that Maggie could scare him away. Annie was secretly delighted for Maggie and was dying to see how this turned out. If she didn’t miss her guess, our Miss Maggie had finally met her match.

"Why don’t you bring Stephen over to dinner some time next week? Peter and I DO need to check him out you know!" Annie laughed.

"Annie…if you think I’m letting Peter get within ten feet of Stephen until the phone calls have stopped, you are out of your mind! I have never seen two men who are so alike as Stephen and Peter. I’m sure for my own good, your darling husband would spill the beans! My life would be a living hell! I’d rather give up ice cream!"

"That is serious!" Annie laughed. She had been to Maggie’s house and seen her freezer. "But I repeat, dear friend—what if he finds out before you’ve told him? I know how Peter would react. It would take me a long time and a lot of penance to redeem myself. Sure you want to risk it? Especially this early in your relationship?"

"Intellectually, I know you are right. Emotionally, there is just something holding me back from telling Stephen. I just can’t figure it out." Maggie was staring intently at her tea.

Annie took pity on her friend and changed the subject. They caught up on office gossip and in no time at all, Peter had come in from raking the leaves.

"Oh, my gosh…I’d better go. I forgot to leave Stephen a note. He probably wonders where I am." Maggie gathered her things, hugged her friends and raced out to her car. Maggie’s car was her great downfall in life. She loved it! She loved the smell of the leather, the sound of the stereo and best of all the power she had when she drove it. In some Freudian way, it represented freedom from her ex-husband, responsibility and what she considered a mud hen existence. So you will not be surprised when I tell you that as she was roaring back to her house, stereo blaring when a policeman noticed her speed and pulled her over.

"Afternoon, ma’am. May I see your license and registration please?" The cop was quite young..looked like he had just sprung from the academy. Maggie was very flustered and fished around in her glove compartment for the paperwork. She finally found them and politely handed them through the window.

"This will just take a moment ma’am." The officer walked back to his patrol car and began running a check on Maggie.

Maggie put her head on the steering wheel. "Oh, shit. Just what I need! As if my life isn’t complicated enough" she thought. A few minutes later, the policeman walked back to her car.

"Ma’am, you were going 50 mph in a 35 mph zone. Normally, that would qualify for a fine. But you have a clean driving record so I’m just going to give you a warning. You need to watch your speed, particularly in an area where children are playing and could dash out unexpectedly." The officer was writing industriously and lectured her the entire time. (Maggie momentarily wondered if all males were born with a ‘lecture gene’. )

Maggie figured she could listen to the kid’s lecture since she wasn’t being hit with a ticket. Well, this was the best news she had all day!

The officer was just finishing up when a pickup pulled up behind the patrol car. Maggie hadn’t noticed and the policeman only glanced as someone got out and approached Maggie’s car.

"Excuse me? Is there a problem here?" Stephen approached the policeman who was standing at the side of Maggie’s car.

"Stephen! What are you doing here?" Maggie was so startled, she was practically stuttering.

"Well, I saw your car and wondered what was going on." Stephen was glowering at Maggie through the driver’s side window.

"Well, I’ll let you two sort this out. Here’s your warning Ma’am. Just watch the speeding ok? Have a nice day." The policeman walked back to his car and got in.

"Maggie, let’s go home. I’ll follow you." Stephen had his jaw clenched and Maggie was pretty sure they were going to have a ‘discussion’ concerning her driving.

Maggie sighed. Well, nothing to do but get this over with. It was clearly time to set some limits with Stephen. If he thought he could dictate every aspect of her life, he had another think coming.

They both pulled up in front of the house, got out and silently went in. Maggie took off her coat and hung it in the front closet. Stephen had gone into the kitchen and grabbed a can of pop. He was leaning against the counter and staring at it morosely when Maggie came in.

Why she did this, Maggie was never quite sure but rather than go into battle mode as she usually did, she walked up to Stephen and hugged him around the waist. He put his pop down and hugged her tightly.

"Oh, God! Maggie, do you have any concept how scared I was when I saw the policeman behind your car? Fifty terrible images flashed through my mind." Stephen was literally shaking.

"I understand." Maggie just held him, savoring the feeling that this wonderful man cared so much.

"I can’t decide what to do." Stephen sounded thoroughly disgruntled.

"What do you mean, love?" Maggie looked up at him quizzically.

"I really, really think I ought to paddle your sweet bottom for speeding. But I’m so relieved, I’m not sure I can muster the energy." Stephen smiled at Maggie.

"Look, it’s not like I get speeding tickets all the time. And this was a warning, partly because I have a good driving record. So, if I promise to be more careful, can we let this go? Not that I’m agreeing you have a right to paddle me, mind you." Maggie snuggled against Stephen’s shirt.

"Hmmmm. We’re going to have to have a long talk about what will be paddling offenses in this relationship. But I think I have a more pressing need." Stephen tipped Maggie’s face up to give her a deep, passionate kiss. Maggie could feel Stephen’s need pressing against her stomach. Stephen grabbed Maggie’s wrist and resolutely towed her toward the bedroom.

Much later, Stephen and Maggie were in the living room, reading and watching television. "So, what do you want to do about our living arrangements?" Stephen asked nonchalantly.

"What do you mean?"

"Welllllll, living together implies that we have our stuff in the same place. Do you want me to move in here or should we look for a new house with more room? I think my apartment is out simply because of size."

Maggie stared at Stephen like he had just dropped in from another planet. "Actually, I guess I hadn’t thought about it."

Stephen kissed Maggie on the nose. "I sort of figured that out. But I have an idea. If we rented storage space, we could store some of my stuff and maybe enough of yours to make do here for awhile. Eventually, we are going to need a bigger place, but for now I think your house will do nicely."

"I do need a room for an office. Sometimes the network problems happen in the middle of the night and I need to be able to access them to figure out what the problem is. I thought you might like having your own computer for e-mail or whatever, so we could also set you up in there."

Maggie thought about Stephen’s idea for a minute. "OK, I like the idea of staying here. With storage space, I should be able to free up one of the spare rooms. Let’s figure out what we’ll need tomorrow."

Just then the phone rang and Maggie got up to answer it.

"You bitch!! Don’t you hang up on me this time. Whores like you are all alike."

Maggie slammed the phone down, completely startled because she had momentarily forgotten about the obscene phone calls.

"What was that?" Stephen asked.

"Ah, nothing. Phone solicitor. I can’t stand phone solicitors! How about I make some coffee?" Maggie walked into the kitchen before Stephen had a chance to respond.

Stephen stared after Maggie, puzzled by her behavior. The hair on the back of his neck was standing up, a sure sign that something was up. But he also knew that pressing Maggie would be pointless.

Whatever was going on, he would eventually figure it out. He just hoped Maggie understood that there would be consequences if she was keeping secrets. And the bigger the secret, the more severe the consequences.

Part 6

Maggie and Stephen spent the next weekend reorganizing her house. Maggie got into the spirit of the project, sorting out things she didn't need and getting rid of a number of items which had just been sitting around.

There was one box which Maggie set aside to go through later. It was an accumulation of the pictures and mementos of her courtship and marriage. She finally felt like she was ready to move on and only wanted a few items for posterity, but all the incredibly mushy cards, notes and souvenirs could be tossed. Regardless of her relationship with Stephen, she felt it was time.

There were no more obscene phone calls that weekend, for which Maggie was eternally grateful. She did take care of the chore of notifying her family that she had a roommate. Maggie's family was quite close and short of screening all her calls or never letting Stephen answer the phone, she needed to tell her family or there would be unpleasant repercussions. The process was simple. She would call her mother, explain the situation to her in a very adult conversation then her mother would proceed to immediately call the rest of her siblings. Maggie figured she would hear from each and every one of them by Sunday night. The call went as expected and her mother gave Maggie strict orders that she was to bring Stephen for a visit….the family had a right and obligation to give him the once over before granting their approval.

Maggie hung up the phone and laid her head on the kitchen table. She was audibly groaning when Stephen brought the last box in from his pickup.

"Babe! What's the matter?" He immediately put the box down and crouched down at the side of her chair. He stroked her hair and thought the muffled sounds coming from the direction of her arms was sobbing. Her shoulders were shaking.

"Maggie..talk to me!" Stephen was worried especially after Maggie's odd behavior over the phone call.

Maggie raised her head and in fact, there were tears in her eyes. But she wasn't sobbing…she was laughing. OK...laughing a little hysterically, but laughing all the same.

"Oh, my God! I'd forgotten what they are like! No wonder I haven't brought anyone home in five years!!!" Maggie wiped her eyes and finished chuckling.

"Stephen, you'd better sit down…I have bad news."

"Maggie..what could possibly be this bad?"

"Well, before you even think about getting more serious about me, you will have to pass the knight in shining armor test. Believe me, slaying dragons would be easy by comparison. If you want to back out, I'll understand. Lesser men than you have run in fear and terror." Maggie was still chuckling to herself. Stephen was looking very confused.

"You have to meet my family."

"You want to run that by me again?" Stephen was now sitting at the table holding Maggie's hand.

"Just what I said. You have to meet my family. They are just a little overprotective. You might want to take a copy of your credit report and the last two or three tax returns…that will satisfy them for now. However, if you are intent on marriage, expect to be subjected to blood tests and possibly a private investigator." Maggie was telling Stephen this with a completely straight face.

Stephen's jaw dropped into his lap. "Ahhh…not that I necessarily object, mind you, but you're kidding right?"

"About the tax returns and credit report? Yes, I'm exaggerating. About the over protectiveness? Unfortunately no. Even though I'm in my 40's they still act like I'm a 16 year old virgin with the common sense of a sloth. After we've been to my mother's you will feel that you have barely survived the Spanish Inquisition with your toenails intact." Maggie got up and grabbed a carton of Ben and Jerry's.

"When exactly am I to be presented for inspection? Will they want to check my teeth or will just talking to me suffice?" Stephen got up and grabbed his junk food of choice—salt and vinegar potato chips. "You know, I've eaten more junk food since I met you. We may need to talk about a serious behavior modification plan." As with most men, Stephen could be easily distracted by shiny metal objects or specific parts of a woman's anatomy. He was quickly sinking into his current favorite fantasy of spanking Maggie's butt just for the fun of it.

"Figure we are safe for a week or two. It will take that long to gather the clan. However, I suspect you will have to talk to Ted the Terrible sometime this weekend. Unless of course, you reconsider our living situation and agree to keep this to an illicit affair." Maggie was digging intently at her ice cream and didn't notice the way Stephen's eyes narrowed.

"Margaret? Are you trying to provoke me? Because if you are, I have some great personal fantasies related to spanking your lovely bottom and I'd be more than happy to demonstrate one of them for you. You and your family are not scaring me off, so drop it."

Maggie looked at Stephen and debated how serious he was about his threat. She decided she didn't want to find out.

"So, which one is Ted the Terrible?" Stephen was back from fantasyland and decided to gather as much information as possible. He leaned against the counter contentedly munching his potato chips.

"Ted is my oldest brother. Ever since Dad died he has been even more over protective of Sheila and I than he was when we were growing up. I can't tell you the number of times he threatened boys he thought were interested in us. The crown jewels weren't anymore carefully protected than our virginity."

"Sounds like he loves you very much." Stephen couldn't help observing. Maggie might think Ted overprotective, but Stephen thought he would get along with her brothers just fine.

"That's the only reason I put up with him. John is between Ted and I in age, but he also acts like a mother bear most of the time. I've always been glad that I didn't tell them about the separation until Max was out of state. The two of them would have been up on manslaughter charges."

"Are all of them married?"

"Ted is still single. I think he just never met the right woman, not that there aren't females throwing themselves at him all the time. He's devoted to taking care of Mom as well as his son, Daniel. And of course, meddling in Sheila and my lives as needed." Maggie finished her ice cream and put water on the stove to heat.

"John and Sheila are both happily married. John has three girls who are just like their mother. As Shakespeare would say, the four women in his life lead him on a merry chase. But I think he is as much in] love with Gail now as the day they married. Sheila is quite a bit younger than the rest of us. I think Mom was a little surprised when she came along. She married her college sweetheart and they have a darling little boy who is three."

Stephen was taking this all in. He was thoughtfully munching chips when he frowned. "Wait a second. I thought you said Ted had never married. How did he end up with a child?"

Maggie raised her eyebrow. "I assume you don't want me to explain procreation." Maggie smiled. It was seldom she was able to zing Stephen. However, she didn't react quickly enough to avoid Stephen snagging the belt loop on her jeans and hauling her up in front of him.

"Think you're pretty smart, don't you Mrs. Crammer?" Stephen proceeded to hold Maggie in place and nibble his way from her earlobe to her neck.

"Ummmm…I'm not Mrs. Crammer." Maggie was starting to have trouble focusing, a common plight when Stephen was around.

"You will be. Soon. And you might want to watch that very sexy but very sassy mouth. Could get your bottom in trouble." Stephen then moved on to kissing her collar bone.

"So" kiss "explain to me" kiss..nibble "how your brother" lick, nibble, nip "became a father without benefit of marriage."

"Umm…Well, his best friend, Colin and his wife were in a car accident when Daniel was a year old. Stephen! I can't think when you are doing that!" Maggie whined.

"Yeah, I know. Cool isn't it?" Stephen continued to nuzzle Maggie.

Maggie pulled back and smacked Stephen on the chest. "Do you want to hear this or not?"

"OK. I'll be good. So how did Ted end up with the baby?"

"Colin's wife died instantly, but Colin lived long enough to arrange for Ted to be Daniel's guardian. Ted is a great parent and has made sure Daniel stayed connected with his biological family. My family considers Daniel ours, even if Ted isn't his biological father."

"You know what?"

"What?" Maggie asked.

"Any family that produced my lovely Maggie can interrogate me all they want. Now, can I go back to my snack?" Stephen was holding Maggie in his arms and his eyes were half closed with desire.

"Sure, I've still got tons of stuff to do." Maggie kissed him on the nose and turned to leave. Stephen still had a hold of her belt loops and promptly halted her progress.

He lifted her up onto the kitchen counter and began opening her blouse. The tea kettle chose that moment to whistle and without even missing a button, Stephen turned it off and continued divesting Maggie of her blouse. When he was down to her bra, he cupped her breasts, nibbling and licking the tips until Maggie was sure she could pound nails with them. Stephen paid special attention to her stomach, kissing her until he reached the waistband of her jeans. He stood over her looking thoughtfully at his lady love and decided his afternoon snack would be better served on the kitchen table.

Picking her up, he laid her on the table and pulled her hands above her head. Yes the table would work quite nicely…he had maximum access at just the right height. He leaned over and kissed her sexy mouth, working his way back to her stomach.

"Mag?""

"hmmmm?" Maggie was going off to her own fantasyland of sensation.

"Keep your hands above your head."

"And mmmm if I don't?" Maggie was not so far gone she couldn't be a smartass.

"Then you'll experience your first ever erotic spanking." Stephen stated.

Stephen grabbed the waistband of her jeans quickly unsnapping and unzipping them. "Hmmmm" Stephen thought "Panties on or panties off? Decisions, decisions." He decided to take the panties off. Maggie tended to favor what Stephen mentally referred to as `nun panties'; full, cotton and boring. He decided to surprise her by burning her current underwear and replacing it. Or maybe he just wouldn't let her wear underwear. He had all kinds of pressing issues to think about in this relationship. But, back to the business at hand or mouth as it were. He took her shoes, socks, panties and jeans off.

Stephen gently spread her legs until he had access to her inner thighs and pussy. He licked his way up until his tongue found gold. He then began a tender torture of licking and nipping designed to drive Maggie completely up the wall. Stephen played with her clit until he was reasonably sure she was close to climax. Then as only an truly arrogant male can, he left her on the brink and re- positioned her on the table.

Maggie was only vaguely aware of the fact that she was wearing nothing but her bra and a smile, while Stephen (that rat!) was fully dressed. It was a wonderfully erotic but disturbingly vulnerable feeling. Stephen rolled her over on her stomach and began a sensual exploration of other parts of her anatomy. He nibbled her neck, licked her back and then kissed her lovely bottom.

"So, Miss Maggie….I think you deserve a paddling. You've been tempting me all day with your cute butt in those tight jeans. Plus that sassy mouth of yours. Yes, all in all, I think I'm a saint to put up with all your wicked habits." With that statement, Stephen positioned Maggie so that her feet touched the floor but her upper body was still laying on the table.

"Now little girl, you stay still or I'll start your paddling over! That's an order!" which he punctuated with a light slap on her bottom.

"But Stephen!"

"Shhhh….little girl." Stephen patted her bottom. He then proceeded to give her a dozen medium slaps. This was not punishment and Stephen wanted her to be able to tell the difference. He stopped and knelt down behind her. Stephen then proceeded to lick where a light dusty pink had just appeared. He also used his finger quite inventively to bring her almost to the point of climax again. When Maggie was wiggling and moaning, Stephen returned to the paddling and gave her another dozen smacks strategically placed for sensation not pain.

"Are you going to be my good girl?"

"Yes, Stephen. Now, WILL YOU PLEASE FUCK ME BEFORE I LOSE MY MIND?"

"Tch, tch….such language." Maggie could hear Stephen's zipper and then the sound of his pants coming down. She was able to feel his quite hard cock enter her slowly from behind. He grasped her waist and started the most maddening rhythm. First, he would gradually gain speed and just about the time Maggie was sure he would push her to climax, he would stop for a minute, holding her in place. He would massage her bottom or reach underneath to stimulate a breast. Stephen prolonged their lovemaking as long as he could. Finally, when he was hard as a rock and Maggie was so sexually frustrated she thought she would lose her mind, he began a rhythm of deeper and deeper thrusts. It wasn't long before they both came, quite noisily. Stephen leaned over Maggie, bracing himself on the table and kissing her neck.

Finally, Stephen stood up, adjusted his clothing and helped Maggie stand upright again. She brushed the hair out of her face and looked at her lover.

"You know, for an old guy, you do pretty well." Maggie started reaching for her clothes.

"Always the flatterer, aren't you lady?" Stephen chuckled. "Come on" and having said that, he grabbed her wrist and started walking toward the bedroom.

"Stephen! What are you doing?"

"I think my Maggie needs a nap." Still holding her wrist, he pulled the covers open so she could get in.

Maggie looked at him with that typically long suffering female look. "I..don't…have…time." She enunciated each word very carefully.

"Mag, you've been working very hard on the house. I've just made love to you. You need a rest or you'll start getting sick and crabby." He turned her around and unhooked her bra and took it off. "C'mon…move.!" He punctuated the order with a swat.

"I don't want to" Maggie protested as she crawled into bed. "You are a beast! An overbearing beast!"

"I know, love. But I'm your overbearing beast, so you might as well get used to it. Don't get up until I come get you." With that, Stephen tucked her in and kissed her on the forehead.

He went out to the kitchen and gathered up her clothes. As he was putting them in the laundry room, he stopped and once more contemplated her panties. Making a quick decision, he took them out and buried them in the garbage can. He went back to unloading his truck with a huge grin on his face. Yes, life with Maggie would never be boring.

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