When I opened my eyes again I felt like I was being watched. I looked over at the bed and saw that Bambi was awake and had rolled over to watch me.
"Well, hi there!" I said. "Have a nice dream?"
"Fantastic dream! Oh, God. It was wonderful!" she moaned.
"Ben was in it, wasn't he?" I asked.
"Yes, he was. We were together again. He was... How did you know that?"
"You talked to him. You said his name. It was like he was right here with you."
"He was. Oh, he was right here. He said he watched us make love. He told me it made him happy to see us together. He told me he loved me. It was so real. I know it was just a dream, but it seemed like he was right here with me. I can still smell his cologne." She blinked and I saw tears roll down both her cheeks. "You did that," she told me. "You put the idea in my head and made me dream about Ben. I had been coping by keeping him out of my mind. I had been pushing his memory away. You brought him back. Thank you! You will never know how much this means to me."
I crawled back onto the bed and we held each other. She hugged me so hard I thought my ribs would break. She cried all over my shoulder and her tears ran down my back. I knew they were tears of joy and I knew she had just had one of those life-changing moments when you open your eyes and the world is suddenly a different place. From now on, she would be able to think of her husband and remember him with love, instead of pushing his memory away because it was too painful to bear. "Sometimes," I told myself, "you get to do some good."
Tears of joy dry quickly and soon she was wiping her eyes and sniffing. "You seem to like my toys," she said.
"Oh, yes. Having something inside me is the most wonderful thing I have ever felt."
"Well, there a lot more of them to play with whenever you like; but I think you said you wanted to take a sunbath?"
"Yes. All my nice new clothes show a lot of skin. I need to work on my tan. Is there someplace I can lie out on a towel? The backyard, maybe?"
"Well, you could do that; but Brute would probably bother you. We have a better place. Come with me."
She led me down the third floor hall from my room to a linen closet near the end, where she took out a couple of beach towels that I offered to carry. Then she opened a door across the hall revealing a staircase. The stairs ended one flight up at a short hall with three doors. One double-door faced the long axis of the hall and another faced the stairs. I assumed that these were the doors to the attic storage spaces. The third, single door was to the left of the stairwell. That door opened onto a series of decks built on the roof of the house. The main deck had walls that must have been the other side of the fourth floor hallway and the outside of the attic space. It was as though the roof and outside walls had been taken off two of the rooms on the fourth floor so they were open to the sky. The main deck had a covered hot tub in a corner, a few lounge chairs, and a wrought-iron table with four chairs with a large folded umbrella in the middle. There were two higher decks connected by stairs to the main deck. One of the higher decks had a wrought-iron railing around it. The other had a solid wood barrier about three feet tall around it. The big hot tub amazed me. They could only have got that all the way up there with a helicopter or a really tall crane.
Bambi pointed to a small cabinet door in the wall. I noticed a couple of control buttons next to it. "That's the dumb-waiter," she explained. It goes through all the floors all the way down to the hallway outside the kitchen and the laundry room in the basement. You may nave seen the other doors in each of the hallways. It saves a lot of effort hauling things up here. You just load it with whatever you need downstairs and hit the button. It's here waiting for you!"
"This is wonderful," I told her. "You can lie out here and get an all-over tan and no one can see you."
"We had one of the upper decks built with a solid rail so it blocks the wind on breezy days. There are a couple of lounge chairs and a table on each level, so you can use whichever one you like. The view from over here is the best."
We climbed to the highest deck and looked around. The roof blocked the direct view of all the nearby houses and you could look out over the woods behind the house.
"This was Ben's idea," Bambi said. "I wasn't real sure I would like it, but he insisted, and as usual he was right. This is a unique place. It's great for parties on summer evenings."
I spread my towel on one of the lounge chairs and lay down on my back. "It's unique, for sure," I said. "I've never heard of having a deck on the roof. But it's outside, and it's completely private. The only way anyone could see you is from a plane."
"Oh, we do get those every once in a while. There is a small airport just a few miles east of town. Sometimes they fly over low enough to see you."
"Oh, my! What should we do if that happens?"
"Just smile and wave, honey. No one has ever complained about the view. They certainly won't now."
"Thanks. I think. You know, I may be turning into an exhibitionist."
"Well, it was a very short trip. You seem to get off on being watched while you cum. You almost broke my eardrum the other day in the car when you did it for those hunks in the truck."
"Hah! Next time roll your window down. That was all your own fault."
"I'll roll your window down, you little minx. I'll let them reach in and grope you!"