49 comments/ 74999 views/ 12 favorites A Question of Love and Infidelity By: Mandy01 Lying here, I'm looking over at the person who loves me almost unconditional. You may ask what that feels like and for the life of me I really can't explain it, you just have to experience it to understand. Nothing will ever be the same, and I don't know if that's a good thing or bad? I just know that right now I have no wish for it to change. Let me fill you in on how I came to be laying here watching my lover sleep the sleep of the contented. It started for a better way of putting it almost a year and two months ago. "Nurse? Her eye fluttered!" I heard some rustling and then a hand on my wrist, "Ms Baxter? Can you hear me? Do you know what day it is?" I opened my eyes, but I only managed to see out of my right one. I was confused; the room was out of focus and didn't look familiar, I realised that I was in hospital and the two women standing over me were strangers. The one in a nurse's uniform smiled down at me and continued to take my pulse, "Where am I? What happened?" My head hurt like bitch, and my one good eye was blurry. "You're ok Ms Baxter! You've had a nasty bum to the head, and some minor cuts and abrasions, but apart from that you're doing well my dear. I need you to answer some simple question if you would. You've had a head injury, and we need to know what affect that has had. Do you think you can do that for me?" The nurse smiled again to reassure me. I looked to the other woman; she didn't look like she was part of the medical staff. While the nurse was talking I was doing an inventory of what I knew. I looked back to the nurse, "How about I save time here! I don't remember much of anything, I have no idea what day it is or who I am, where I live or what I do for a crust!" I looked back over to the other one. "And who are you?" She was little more than a girl, abate pretty, eighteen to twenty, mousey blonde hair tied back in a tight ponytail, her clothes didn't seem to fit her; hanging loosely on her petite frame. With a little help she could quite easily turn heads where ever she went. She was on crutches, with her left leg in plaster, "Don't you remember me Natalie? I'm your partner, Serena! We share a home together, and have done for almost a year now!" I was now more confused and I thought, "Partner? Not friend or girlfriend, or even sister, but partner as though we're living together. What sort of life did I have? How many more surprises will I have to get through?" The nurse smirked, but kept her tongue. For me, I couldn't for some reason, remember my own name, or if I was in a relationship with anyone, let alone a lesbian one with this waif, "No! I'm sorry I don't. You do look familiar, but for the life of me, I can't remember from where!" My head started to pound and I slipped mercifully back into oblivion. The next time I woke, a different nurse was tending the machines hooked up to me. There were tubes and wires hanging off me right left and centre. I must have looked like a reject from the Star Trek, Borg movie. Looking around, I saw Serena sleeping in a chair, the nurse noticed, "The poor thing hasn't gone home since you've been here. The nurse gingerly pulled the blanket back over Serena's shoulders, "She certainly thinks the world of you my dear. She's pestered the doctors incessantly about your condition. Do you remember anything?" I lay there watching her chest rise and fall steadily as she slept. I shook my head and felt dizzy, "Ohhh... Jesus that hurt! I can't even remember what I ate last!" I whispered, shutting my eye as little tendrils of pain shot through my head. The nurse smiled and put a needle into my cannula, "Just a little something to ease the pain and allow you to sleep. Sweet dreams and I'll see you in the morning!" The following morning I woke to find Serena's chair empty. I pressed the call button and waited, "You're awake missy, and how are you feeling this morning?" I blinked my one good eye a couple of times, "Better I think. Where's...Ummm the girl...Serena is it?" The nurse went about tidying my bedding and checking the monitoring equipment, "We sent her home to shower, and change clothes. She said she'd be back in an hour with a change of underwear and a nightie for you. So how's the brain box this morning? Remember anything from before the accident?" "Just flashes last night, I must have dreamt, but I don't know if they were real or just dreams." The nurse brightened, "Well that's a start, much better than nothing my dear. Amnesia isn't uncommon in head injury cases like yours!" The doctors were in and giving me the good news when Serena appeared at the door to my room. She seemed reluctant to enter. I couldn't put my finger on it; her demeanour was meek, mild and/or submissive? I'm not sure, but she looked as though she would dissolve if confronted harshly. "You'll be able to go home in a couple of days Ms Baxter, you have been suffering from a depressed skull fracture. We had to put a couple of bur holes just above you right temple to relieve the pressure on your brain." A nurse handed me a mirror and I saw that they had shaved the side of my head, "I'm going to have to shave the other side and go punk until my hair grows out!" I quipped. One of the nurses giggled, "Pink, blue, and purple dye in your hair and it won't look out of place at all!" I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but the doctor saved me, "Everything seems to be healing well now, but I have to impress on you that while every indication shows that you're out of the woods, but if you should feel at all unwell, I suggest you get yourself back here to hospital. I would rather hope you had someone to look after you for a week or two!" Serena commented mousey from the doorway, "It's ok, I'll take good care of Natalie, Doctor Niles. I have done my St John's comprehensive first aid course. I was the one who gave her emergency aid at the scene of our accident." Dr Niles nodded his approval, "Then you look like you're in good hand Ms Baxter. Two days for the rest of your tests to come back and then you can go home." I had been in hospital for over a week, and I wondered if anyone else had missed me. After the medical staff left, Serena stood looking expectantly at me, "I brought you some things. Change of underwear and a nightie. Those back to front hospital gowns are awfully draughty." She giggled nervously. I smiled at her; there was something about her that I liked, but as far as calling it love, then the jury was still out on that one. I didn't even know how I felt about loving, or making love to another woman. Obviously different processes reside in different parts of the brain, and in mine the memory centre was affected, but I still remembered how to talk, I hadn't written anything, but I could remember how to spell words. A thought caught me then; why wasn't I upset at not being able to remember? I didn't feel panicky because I couldn't remember Serena or our love making; in fact I didn't feel much at all. I was just disorientated and confused if anything. The trip from the hospital was a task to say the least. After much effort with staggering and clumsy grabbing, Serena and I managed to get to her/our front door. As soon as she opened it I got a flash of memory, it was of Serena standing in the doorway, with an old grandfather clock behind her, but this entry didn't have the clock in it. I stood for a minute waiting for more, but it never came. Serena asked concerned, "Are you ok sweetheart?" "I saw a flash of an old grandfather clock when we entered. Does that mean anything?" Serena seemed a little cautious, "That could be the clock at my mother's place, you did take a shine to it when you first saw it. Are you sure you're alright?" I shook my head to clear it, "Yes of course I'm fine sweetie!" I stopped again and thought, "Where'd that come from?" I couldn't remember ever calling anyone sweetie! I took a deep breath, something nagged at the back of my mind, but I was feeling too tired to dwell on it and needed to lie down. The apartment was small and old, but certainly clean and tidy. Whichever one of us was the domestic, we liked a neat house. Serena helped me to the one and only bedroom and turned back the covers as I sat on the side of the bed. She stood looking at me as though she couldn't decide on what to do next, I helped her out, "I would really love a cup of coffee, and the dishwater they cough up in hospital is enough to put you off coffee for life!" Serena seemed to liven up at having something to do for me, "One Serena special coming up." When she got back from the kitchen, I'd already removed my skirt and blouse. The panties Serena had got me fitted fine, but the bra was the wrong cup size." I'm a C cup and my boobs weren't filling the void, and it gave me food for thought. I removed the ill fitting bra because it irritated me and put the nightie on that Serena had got me in hospital while I thought. For one, I felt good about remembering my bra size but that brought up another puzzlement. One would think that if we were lovers for almost a year then she should know what cup size I am? Also the fact that the bra was scratchy, as though it was brand new without ever having been put through the wash. Serena came back with our coffee in two travel mugs, and noticed me looking at them, "I couldn't carry normal cups and walk on crutches!" She handed me mine and sat on the bottom of the bed while she sipped hers. Every now and then giving me a cheeky smile, "What are you smiling about?" "Ohhh nothing! I'm just so happy that you're home safe and sound. I was so worried that I've hardly slept or eaten." I sipped mine and enquired, "Can you tell me about the accident? Maybe it'll jog my memory?" I could see a concerned look ripple across her face, "You do remember what happened, don't you?" Serena looked over her cups for a minute, "What can I say? It was a dumb accident, not even a spectacular one at that. You were driving and with a loss of concentration veered in the oncoming traffic, side swiping an oncoming car. That sent us into a ditch on our side. My airbag saved me from serious injury, I don't know how but I broke my ankle. Yours did go off as well, but I think you may have hit your head on the driver's door window, when you clipped the other car, because it was broken. There wasn't enough damage to the driver's side of the car to have broken the window. The police accident investigation squad are still piecing it all together!" Apart or the details of the accident there was something reticent about Serena going into detail of where we were going and why, "Well can you tell me what we were talking about at the time? I need to know Serena; why would I lose concentration?" Serena became clearly agitated, then she dropped her head, "I don't know, I can't remember." It was clear that she knew something but didn't want to say. I looked around the room for anything that would jog my memory. Sitting on the bedside table was a photo of the two of us. It looked like it was taken some years ago, so I commented on it, "When was this taken?" Serena became a little more animated, "Ohhh that was at a family bbq for thanks giving, we met a couple of months before that and I introduced you to my mother that day. It wasn't the easiest of intros to say the least." I finished my coffee, feeling a little uneasy. It was now late and I was tired and in needed of sleep, the elephant in the room was hard to ignore, "I'm tired sweetie! Do you want to..." I left it unsaid because I didn't really know what to say. Serena got up off the bed and hesitated, "Would you prefer it if I slept on the couch? I don't mind, I mean that...you know with you not remembering and all." That caught me as funny for some reason and I shook my head, "No sweetie, that couch didn't look at all that comfortable. I don't think you'll attack me, will you?" I tried to make it sound coy and not accusatorial, "Why don't you go get ready for bed and I'll wait for you." Serena almost slumped with what looked like relief and scooted off into the bathroom, emerging minutes later in a long cotton nightgown and her hair now loose around her shoulders. She again hesitated before climbing in and lay stiffly on her side. The elephant was now real hard to ignore. I was anxious to say the least. Serena had been so nice and compassionate in her care of me that I didn't want to upset her, "Would it be ok if I ask you for a cuddle? I'm not up to making love but I'm feeling unsettled and need a little TLC." Serena smiled and slid over as I held up my arm; she snuggled up beside me and lay her head on my shoulder, she commented, "I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable, with you not remembering and everything!" I giggled, this smacked of a first date with both of us skirting around the obvious. I kissed the top of her head, "I know and you've been so patient and wonderful, maybe tomorrow we can go over our relationship in more detail." Serena slid her arm over me and I couldn't help but notice it stopped as her hand tenderly cupped and caressed my left breast. It felt weird, but comforting at the same time. I slept soundly for the first night without the aid of drugs. I woke only once to find myself spooning into the back of Serena only drift back off to sleep again without so much as a thought about why I was here. Next morning when I woke, Serena was already up and making breakfast. I threw on a robe and slowly made my way to the kitchen, Serena look over her shoulder, "You should be still in bed, I was going to bring you breakfast." I waved my hand, "I've never been all that keen on eating in bed!" The statement made me stop and think again. "I remembered that?" Serena and I chatted over breakfast, she told me some things about where I worked, and said she'd rung them to let them know that I'd been in a car accident and that I'll be off work for a couple of more weeks. I wonder what I did there and asked Serena, "You're an Office manager of Segway Financial Solutions, and quite good at what you do, from what I've been told." She didn't seem to know too much about my family apart from the fact that they lived out of state. As Serena was finishing the morning dishes, she added, "I have to go and do a little shopping, I haven't had time with being up at the hospital all the time. Will you be ok for an hour or so?" I giggled, "Yes mother! I'm a big girl now, and I can look after myself!" Serena rolled her eyes, "I'm just worried that you'll be alright." I assured her that I'll do nothing too strenuous, "Maybe just watch a little tv and take a nap when I'm feeling tired." While Serena was out I sat staring at the television, with nothing taking my interest. I looked around the apartment, and wondered where all the photos of us were. I expected there to be ones of us scattered around but found the only one was the one I saw last night on the bedside table. It made me wonder and I decided I needed to check out my home a little more thoroughly. What I found gave me cause for concern. There was very little to say that I have ever lived here, walking into the bedroom, I went through the closet. Apart from a multitude of jeans, not my size, and T-shirts, there were only a couple of dresses and they all looked like ones Serena would wear. This morning Serena was again in a formless loose fitting sundress, and I suspected that it was because she couldn't get her jeans on over her cast. The underwear draw comprised of some bras in a thirty four B cup, and modest panties, obviously Serena's. Another draw revealed some more panties still in their packaging, and two more bras like the one I had come home in, all the wrong cup size. I was now certain that I didn't live here and that Serena had, if not a malefic agenda, it certainly was self-serving and suspicious. The bathroom produced nothing that made me change my thinking. While there was two tooth brushes, one was brand new and two hair brushes, again one new with now hair follicles in the bristles. Cosmetics consisted of nothing more than one solitary lipstick, and a little blush and eyeliner, all of it didn't look to be used to any extent, if at all. I would have thought for a business woman in a position as Office Manager, I would atleast have the regular complement of makeup, lotions and creams that you find in most female bathrooms. It was obvious that Serena, while being extremely pretty, didn't seem interested in her feminine appearance, and actually went out of her way to be non-gender specific in her appearance. I sat back in the lounge waiting for Serena to return and trying to understand what she had in mind when she started this ruse. I was fairly confident that she did know me, and probably fairly well, but I was now doubting the lover angle, and not for any anti-gay reason either. I knew from last night, that I could quite easily fall in bed with her and feel comfortable. What did that say about my previous life, was I actually gay, or not, maybe bi-sexual? I was standing in the hall when Serena came hobbling through the front door having difficulty in carrying two bags of groceries on crutches. As soon as she saw me she stiffened, and then dropped her gaze, before shuffling past me to the kitchen. I followed her not saying anything until she put the bags on the table, "You want to tell me the truth now, or do I just walk out of here and find my own answers?" Serena dropped into a chair and started to cry, "I'm sorry, so dreadfully sorry." Whatever had made her do this? I'm almost sure she knew it wasn't going to last. She looked up at me with tear filled eyes, "I do love you Natalie. Please don't ever doubt that, I always have, but..." She stopped and broke out in a fresh round of tears. I felt sorry for her and sat down, "I'm not really your lover, am I?" Serena just shook her head and continued to cry, "You want to tell me who I am, and how you figure into all this?" Serena threw her head down on her arms on the table crying almost hysterically and said nothing. I knew I wouldn't get much out of her like this and I need to console her, "Serena? Listen to me sweetie, I'm not angry darlin, I just really need to find out about my past and you're the only one I know that has even a some chance of doing that. I'm going to take a shower, you put the kettle on and we'll sit down and talk all this out from there. Ok with you?" Serena didn't lift her head, but nodded her agreement. I showered and thought about what I wanted to know, luxuriating in the steady stream of hot water caressing my body. I reluctantly turned the water off. I really wanted it to continue, but more pressing issues dominated my thoughts. Serena stood stock still holding a fluffy pink towel, "I bought this specially for you the other day! I washed it and added softener to make it even softer to the touch." I felt a sadness creep over me at this maudlin creature, who was obviously trying in some small way to make amends, "Thank you sweetie, I appreciate it." Standing naked in front of her didn't make me at all uncomfortable, and I could see she was almost mesmerised by my figure. After drying off and wrapping the towel around me I padded into the bedroom, where I dropped the towel, more for Serena's benefit, than any other. I got a strange thrill out of enticing a female eye, instead of the more male stares. Serena to her credit tried in vain not to stare and blushed when she saw me catch her. "Do you have any clothes here that I can wear?" Serena looked around in her closet and came out with a simple cotton sundress, "I'm sorry, but this is all I have that would go anywhere near fitting you! You're much taller than me and if you don't mind me saying so, I think you're so pretty..." She caught herself, "Sorry... well this it or the bath robe!" A Question of Love and Infidelity I smiled, "Good enough!" I took a pair of panties out of the draw and giggled. She hadn't even taken the purchase tags off, I slipped them on, forgoing a bra for obvious reasons. I immediately felt my nipples harden and push against the thin cotton as I slipped the dress over my head and let it fall into place. I wondered what Serena would make of that? Sitting again at the kitchen table with coffee in hand I spoke, "Ok sweetie, from the top! I'm pretty sure I'm Natalie Baxter, so who are you and where do you know me from?" Serena sighed, "I knew even as I started, that it wasn't going to work! It was just a stupid juvenile fantasy that took on a life of its own. My name is Serena Danielle Portland, and your maiden name is Baxter, but your married name now is Portland! Natalie Ann Portland, you're my sister!" Of all the possibilities I had thought about, I have to admit that, that one took me by total surprise, "You mean that I'm married to you brother?" Serena nodded, "Since you don't have any brothers then, yes to my dickhead brother Dillon! He and I don't get along for obvious reasons. He's a homophobe and can't stand that his little sister's a lesbian." Serena spent the next hour telling me all about the family, "I met you at a function I was working at as waitress and you were so nice to me. That night I had car trouble, and you gave me a ride home, from there we saw each other mainly because I went out of my way to bump into you. I found out that your parents aren't in town, and I invited you to my parent's for a thanks giving bbq." Serena started to tear up, "That's where that photo was taken, Dillon was actually in the photo as well, but I cropped him out." Serena's face hardened, "He stole you off me at the party! He has that thing that conventional women go for in droves. I was devastated and left town for over a year." Serena wiped a tear from her cheek, "I really do love you Natalie, I have done ever since I met you. To know that my arsehole brother ended up with you just broke my heart." "So this charade was to get back at him by seducing me?" Serena's eyes widened in fear, "Ohhh my god no! That makes it sound so nasty and sleazy! No, I don't know why I did it apart from a fantasy. It was a spur of the moment decision, the paramedics ask me who you were and I wasn't thinking it through, I just said you were my partner, that we were lovers. We both have the same last name and they didn't question me about it, so it just grew from there. I'm so sorry I lied to you Natalie, I never meant for you to get hurt. I'll take you to Dillon if and when you're ready." I sat back in my chair. Not once had I even the slightest feeling that I was in danger, Serena was the perfect companion, concerned for my welfare, then it hit me, "Does Dillon know I was in hospital?" Serena shrugged her shoulders, "I have no idea, as I said we don't communicate at all. I have spoken to mum since the accident, but she hasn't indicated that Dillon is anxious as to your whereabouts. I don't know why Dillon married you, he's never been interested in settling down with any of his other girlfriends, but maybe it was to spite me? I know he got you to cut your hair to upset me." Serena scowled, "Dillon is your typical bad boy persona. The ladies love him until he reverts to his shitty away. I really don't see what you all see in him? You had waist length, silky black tresses that shone with dark purple streaks in bright sunlight. I just love the way it would swirl around in the breeze. Then you had it cut, and it looked as though you aged ten years." I push my hand through what was left of my shoulder length hair. That fitted with what I felt about my shorter hair, I didn't like it like this at all. Serena dropped into a new bout of crying, I took her hand and uttered soothing endearments, "It's ok sweetie, please don't cry. Can you tell me why we were in the car together?" Serena sniffed and looked at me, "I don't know! You came here and said I had to leave, to get away, that Dillon was angry at me for something, that he was going to kill me. I tried to tell you that he says that about me all the time, but you wouldn't listen, so I went with you and I tried to get you to tell me why he was so mad, but we had the accident before I found out. That's all I know!" While Serena was telling me all this I was getting short flashes of memory, nothing concrete, just disjointed bits here and there, ""Were going to have to ring Dillon. He's the only one who can add anything to this mess. Have you got his number?" Serena fished a note book out of her carry bag, "Don't use my landline; he won't answer it if he sees my number come up. She dove back into her bag and brought out my cell phone. I remember it and it gave me a sense of achievement that my memory was returning, Dillon's phone went to message bank and I left him a message that I needed to talk to him. I was lying down in the bedroom when I heard a pounding on the front door, by the time I got out, Serena was arguing with someone in the doorway, "No you're not coming in if you're going to fight with her, she's just got out of hospital." I was about ten to fifteen feet behind Serena when she was violently thrown sideways by the man she was arguing with, "Get the fuck out of my way you dyke trollop, I want to see her. If you have said anything to her about me I'll rip your fucking head off and shit down your throat!" The sheer intensity of his actions; the nasty venomous look that emanated from this person as he stormed into the apartment froze me for a second and chilled me to the core with such vehemence, it was like a flashbulb going off in my head. As soon as I saw this face I knew he was my husband. He stopped when he saw me, "What lies has this degenerate cunt licker been telling you Nat?" As soon as he spoke to me everything came flooding back in frantic stilted flashbacks, first in reverse, as you would rewind a movie, right up to a conversation I had overheard. Time seemed to stand still as events unfolded in my mine. I had just come in from doing a little gardening, for a cool drink of water. The hash whispering gave me cause to stop where I was and listen, "I told you not to come round here Jenna, Nat's out back in the garden." Then a softer female voice almost shrilled, "Yeah well that might be a mote point if that stupid sister of yours gets to talking to your wife." "Why?" "I don't know how we've been able to keep it under wraps for so long. She must be a moron not to suspect something. Christ! I thought she'd realise something wasn't right at your wedding when we both showed up late." "She is dumb I know; makes blondes look smart, she's just trusts me." "She might be a dumb bitch but Serena saw us I tell you, you didn't see her but I know she saw us at the motel!" "Fuck! That's all I fucking need, for that creepy bitch to be stirring up trouble. Don't worry about her, I'll fucking cut her useless tits off if she so much as looks at Nat, but you better get out of here before Natalie sees you and puts two and two together." I felt ill remembering what I had heard. He's been fucking Jenna behind my back for two years! Who else has he taken to bed? I remembered that our marriage hadn't always been a walk in the park, but I had tried my best to compromise and keep the peace. And then the movie in my head rolled on. I had to wait until I could get out without Dillon seeing me and drove around trying calm down and try to think of what I was going to do. I remember that I was crying my heart out at Dillon's betrayal of our entire marriage. Then I remembered what he had said about his sister and I got worried that he might do something to her, so I came here to this very apartment and dragged Serena out under protest. The last thing I could remember was driving and listening to Serena wanting to know where we were going After that Serena filled in the gaps, we had our accident and now I had it all back. Dillon took a step towards me, "What's my rug munching slut sister been telling you Nat?" All the rage, anger, humiliation and frustration coalesced into white hot fury. I took a short step with my left foot to close the gap between us, images of my school days and playing soccer flashed through my head. I brought my right foot up and connected. It felt like the sweetest, most satisfying kick I have ever made. I knew from the minute my foot left the floor that it was going to be a match winning kick, everything was timed to perfection. If Dillon's balls hadn't been attached, then I've positive that I would have had a winning goal. I lifted him clear off the floor. He was stunned to complete immobility with a pained look on his face. I could see his stomach trying desperately to void whatever he'd eaten in the last twelve hours, "She's told me nothing you pathetic piece of shit! You're the one who spilled the beans back at the house! Serena knew nothing about you and Jenna at the motel, she never saw either of you two, so Jenna didn't need to come round and warn you. You shit in your own nest you sorry son of a bitch." I smirked. Dillon staggered, and started to crunch forward, a sickly groan escaping his lips as the air rushed from his lungs. Cupping his crotch, his knees started to give way, his head came down to bend over, I grabbed the hair on the back of his head and brought my leg up, at the same time slamming his face into my upswept knee. It hurt like a bitch, but I was consoled with the blood that splattered my cotton sundress. I limped back a step or two, I wasn't sure if I had broken my kneecap but I knew for certain that Dillon's nose was now plastered across his face. He was bleeding profusely from the mouth and I saw two teeth laying on the floor. I bent down and rolled him on to his side, I checked his pulse and breathing before looking to Serena, "He'll live, and he'll want two front teeth for Christmas, but I think an ambulance would be my suggestion. Might be an idea to call triple zero? Tell'em they might want to send some cops as well, just in case he comes round before they take him away." Serena stood wide eyed in shock at how fast her brother had hit the floor, "Wooow! You don't muck around when you get angry! You were right! I had no idea he and Jenna were getting it on." I kicked him in the ribs and he groaned, "The slimy fucker has been cheating on me our whole damn marriage with that cumbag, Jenna Watts, and only god knows who else?" Dillon came round before the paramedics arrived and I decide to inform him as to his and Jenna's health prospects if either of them ever threatened Serena or I again, "You tell that two bit whore of yours if I ever find her, I'll kick her skanky cunt until her fucking nose bleeds, something like your condition is right now." Long story short, I divorced Dillon, naturally! I took seventy percent of all our property in the final settlement. Jenna disappeared to points unknown and after a couple of weeks in hospital; Dillon lost one of his testes after they both blew up as big as grapefruit. Apparently one developed a blood clot and had to be removed. He also lost a quite a lot of friends after they found out how much of an arsehole and pussy he was for letting a girl wipe the floor with his arse. I told you that kick was a pearler, sometimes you just know that all your stars have line up, and that day will live in my memory for many a year to come. Serena takes great delight in retelling that fateful day to her friends any chance she gets. I, for one don't stop her too often, as I see a certain perverse respect on the faces of those listening. I have come to the conclusion that the psychology is half the battle in winning any confrontation. I asked Serena if I could stay with her until the divorce was final, "Gee I don't know? It could be tricky you know, I have this naughty thing for girls, your virtue may not be safe in my company." She smiled, "If you want to risk it then its ok with me." I smiled, "I don't have a problem with that! I flogged your big brother without so much as scuffing a nail, so how hard can a little twerp you be?" Serena giggled, "Yeah, but I don't have balls for you to bust! And he was so stupidly arrogant that he didn't see it coming!" A month later as we left the courtroom I got a strange look from my now ex-mother as she helped her piece of shit son out to their car and asked Serena about it, "What's with your mother? She didn't stop looking at us all the time we were in there." Serena blushed, "I'm sorry, I got into a little argument with her the other day and I kind of lost my cool and told her a fib. I said we were sleeping together, and I made out we are now lovers to rub Dillon's nose in the fact that he lost you, and to make it worse for him; to make it hurt more, he lost you to me." I frowned at her, "That's not good sweetie, she's already having trouble with your sexual proclivities, telling her lies is just compounding the problem!" Serena nodded sadly, "I know but I got mad when she tried to defend Dillon, she's always taken his side, it's probably why he's turned out such a prick. I'll go and tell her the truth now." "I really don't like my friends lying so I have an idea, how about you take me home and we turn this lie of yours into the truth? That way you won't lose face in front of Dillon!" It took an entire minute for what I said to break through to her, "Huh what?" I was smiling, "You heard me! Take me home and show me what's so damn good about this Sapphic love deal?" Serena almost raped me as we entered her apartment, our clothes hit the floor in all direction before I threw her on the bed, "Now sweetie, it's just you and me. I have no idea what to do here, you're the expert so it's your show. Take me sweetie, show me nirvana my darling!" I can't really say that making love to a woman is any better or worse than a man, but it certainly was different. I have always loved foreplay, and if you were to ask a male then, all lesbians do is foreplay! Unless of course you get into a strap-on. Making love with Serena was nice, slow and incredibly tender; it was so much different from the hard muscle of a man as they raced you to their orgasm as compared to the soft pliable curves of a woman teasing each other to higher heights of release. From the sweet scent of her hair, the soft gentle caress of her hand and mouth, to the musky aroma for her mons, it was all good, hell it was better than good and I have no regrets in trading up. There was one thing I had to get her to agree on and she fought for sometime before giving in, and that was her dress sense and presentation. I said to her that I had already done the husband bit, and if she wanted be a dyke with a dick then she would never match up to the real deal. I tried men and that didn't work out, now I wanted a wife, with all the soft feminine traits that go along with them. Once I got her sorted with clothes and make up she turned from an ugly duckling into a graceful swan, there weren't many trips down town that we weren't woof whistled. It unnerved Serena at first. She had spent most of her life down playing her sexual attraction to deter men, and now she was openly flaunting her sex appeal and enjoying it. Even her gay friends were amazed at her transformation. She confided in me one night after we'd made love, "I don't need to worry about men anymore, I have my princess to protect me." In a strange sort of a way I felt good about that! The biggest surprise in store for me was when I found out I was pregnant, and yes it was Dillon's child. I must have only just conceived the week before my accident, and I never found out until after my confrontation with Dillon. I never told him I was pregnant with his child, and we never will. We told Serena's mother that I had IVF, so that we could have a child together. Serena is tickled pink that we now have a complete family and even agrees that it's a good thing that our child is actually related to the family. For one thing, if our child ever needs a kidney, then we know exactly who to mug to get it. Sarah Marie Portland was born to two doting mothers, and two loving grandmothers and one very confused grandfather. Yes I kept my married name for Serena's benefit. I'm now bread winner for our family unit and it gives me much pride and satisfaction that I do well at it. Serena looks after our daughter, and keeps a neat tidy home with plenty of loving thrown in for good measure. We see Dillon every now and then when we cross paths at his mother's place. He doesn't say much and tries not to look at us. We've heard that he's having trouble in the bedroom, it's not much, just little snippets here and there, idol gossip from women that he has trouble lasting. It's a shame really, because that was about the only thing he had going for him. I don't mean his loving prowess in the bedroom, no I mean that he did have an impressive pole, not that he found out to use it with any proficiency. A large cock does not a man make! I know I'm being bitchy, but this was my revenge. Dillon now is not as confident or as cocky "Pardon the pun" as he used to be. That bad boy image he was so proud of, and the arrogance that goes along with it has been trashed, displaced by the mother of all kicks and I don't really care all that much. I steeled myself for the inevitable flax from my other female friends as the word got out that I was now in a relationship with Serena. To my surprise most of them took it with a good grace and warmed to her very bubbly personality. The ones who did look down on me weren't worth the hassle of fighting with and they kept their distance. We've been together now for a year longer than I was married to her brother, and my again mother has got over her angst of her daughter's sexuality. I must admit, with a little help from Sarah Marie. So we're back where this tale started with me lying here watching my lover, my best friend, my soul mate sleep. These are the moments I have always dreamt that marriage could and should be. I know I'm loved, I feel it every day, with every breath she takes. I just never thought I'd be in love with my wife instead of a husband. Ok before I get caned over this story being in the wrong category. I my defence I submit to you that while a loving lesbian relationship was the end result. Heterosexual infidelity of a spouse was the main reason for this to come about. This is my submission, and not a revamp of someone else's story. All in all I hope it was entertaining.