146 comments/ 65017 views/ 15 favorites Nice Guy Pt. 02 By: Katmai Chapter 6: Waiting The next two months were routine. The weather shifted into fall, and we had our first hard frost. I was transferring dead plants to the compost pile one evening, and our female border collie, Star, escaped the yard. She ran into the road, and she was hit and killed by a car. Star died instantly. The driver was apologetic; it wasn't his fault. I buried her on the property. That night I cried myself to sleep. I was just overwhelmed: Star's sudden death, my disintegrating marriage, my changing life. I slept hard and woke up clear and refreshed. Felt like I had turned a corner. I continued to visit Gail on Wednesdays and Saturdays. Our friendship grew and deepened. It became part of my weekly routine, and it helped with my depression and loneliness. The people at work became aware of the impending divorce. My administrative assistant, Laura, handed me a list one morning. "What's this?" I asked looking a list with six names, all women in the office. "That's a list of the women in the office who want to date you when your divorce is final." "You've got to be kidding!" I responded. "They all want an even chance with you, Greg," she explained. "All you have to do is agree not to make any "final" decisions until you've dated everyone on the list at least one time." "No, this is ridiculous!" I said. "Look, Greg, help me out here." Laura pleaded. "I'm just trying to organize what could be a chaotic situation. I need to get these girls back to work, instead of gossiping. Just agree, okay?" "You're not on the list," I joked. "I'm happily married, and you know it," she snapped back. "But if I wasn't, my name would be at the top of the list." "Okay, okay. For the sake of office peace, I agree." "Thank you, Greg." By the end of the week, two more names had been added to the list. Doug called me to let me know that the thirty-day notice would be given to Janice tomorrow. "If she doesn't respond, the divorce will be completely uncontested," Doug explained. "Because we are splitting the assets fifty-fifty, and the cause is abandonment, you won't even have to go to court. Just come by my office the day after and pick up your copy of the final papers." I was at Gail's for Wednesday dinner the next evening when Jan called and left a message. I played it when I returned home: "You just won't give up, will you, asshole? Your tricks won't work. I tore up these papers, too. Just stay away, Greg. You try to call us; I'll put your ass in jail! Fuck you, Greg!" I called Doug the next day and let him know. "Greg, this could get messy if she ever returns to Spokane. I suggest that we file a restraining order the same day the divorce is final to keep Jan off your property unless she has your written permission to be on the property. She would be allowed to go into the house once with a sheriff's deputy when you are not there to collect any personal belongings, but that's it." "Okay," I agreed. "Do it." Chapter 7: Countdown to D-Day It was two weeks to Divorce Day, or D-Day as the women in my office called it. They were quite excited, and they all planned to wear black arm bands that day. I complained to Laura. "It's in poor taste, Laura," I started. "I'm ending a thirty-year marriage! I don't feel much like celebrating." "Greg, with as much pain and depression you've experienced in the past three months, we're all glad it's going to be over soon. You are well liked here, and everyone wants you to feel better." "Okay, okay," I responded. I never won arguments with Laura. That night Robert called me. I didn't pick up; I let it go to voice mail: "Hey, Greg. It's Robert. I haven't heard from you in a while, my friend. The hospice nurse came by today, she said I had two, maybe three weeks left. Not much time. I'd really like to chat with you before I go. Yeah, I'd really like that. Call me back, Greg. Take care, my friend." Janice is trying to set me up! I thought. That bitch! She wants me in jail for some reason. I don't understand it, I just don't understand it. Robert called the next evening, too. He left a similar message as the previous night. I didn't pick up. She just won't give up trying to put me in jail! The following morning, I received an unknown call at work. I checked the caller ID, and it was Bay Area area code. I hit the record button on my phone console and answered. "Hello, this is Greg McLeod. How can I help you?" "Hi Greg, this is Joe, Robert's son. How are you?" "Joe, I can't talk with you. I have a restraining order to follow." "What restraining order? What are you talking about?" "I am not allowed any contact with Janice, Robert or any of Robert's immediate family. I have to stay at least fifty-miles away from Robert's home." "What? Who did this?" "Ask Janice. Goodbye, Joe," I said as I hung up. That afternoon I was visited by two Spokane police officers. They said that someone had reported that I had violated a restraining order that morning. I explained that I was unaware of the caller's identity when I picked up the phone, and I played the recording for them. I also told them I had programmed my phone to automatically forward that number to my administrative assistant in the future. They warned me to follow the restraining order, and left. That bitch was really trying to put me in jail! Go figure. A week before D-Day, Joe called my home phone and left a message that he had himself removed from the restraining order. He also left the number of an attorney for me to call and confirm. I passed that number to Doug the next morning. He called Joe's attorney and had a copy of the removal order emailed to him. He forwarded it to me and called to assure me it was legal. I could now talk to Joe. Joe called me at home that evening. I picked up. "Hi, Joe." "Greg, what the hell is going on?" "You will have to ask Janice, Joe. I really don't know what is going on, except Janice seems to be trying to put me in jail." "Jail? What do you mean?" "Remember last week when you called me at work? That afternoon, two policemen visited me regarding violating the restraining order. Someone turned me in. Did you tell Janice that we had talked?" "Yes, I did. She wouldn't tell me anything! She got very angry, and she left to go make a phone call. Did they arrest you?" "No. I recorded our conversation. When I played it for them, they gave me a warning and left." "Jesus, I'm sorry, Greg." "Me, too, Joe." "Why is she doing this, Greg? You gave her permission to be with Dad, right?" "No, Joe, I didn't. When I refused, she made up a story about me beating and abusing her and filed that restraining order against me. Now my name is on a "wife beater" list in California and Washington." "My god, Greg. She told everyone down here that you gave her permission to stay with my Dad until he passed. They've been sleeping and living together for three months." I said nothing. "What are you going to do, Greg?" "I've taken steps to protect myself, Joe. I don't plan on spending any time in jail." "Dad's close to dying, you know." "Yes, I know. I listened to his phone messages." "He really wants to talk with you, Greg." "If I talk with your Dad, Janice will put me in jail. I don't want to go to jail." "Do you have any messages for him?" "I can't do that, Joe. If you pass on a message from me, your action violates the restraining order. Janice will have me arrested." "Yeah, right." "But you can do some things for me, Joe." "Sure. Anything." "Give your dad a hug for me. Let me know when he passes. And send me a copy of the memorial service announcement. I'd like to send flowers anonymously. Okay?" "Yeah, I'll do those things for you, Greg. Thanks." "Thank you, Joe. Good talking with you. Goodbye." I hung up. Chapter 8: Celebration I took D-Day and the day after off from work. I really didn't feel like being around people. I called Gail and told her about D-Day, and she invited me over for dinner, even though it was only Tuesday. Doug called that afternoon and told me it was official. Janice would be served with the final papers and the restraining order the next day. I didn't say much during my dinner with Gail. She sensed that I needed quiet. We sat on the porch after dinner, but we had to bundle up with coats and hats. We chatted about the neighbors and such. When it was time to leave, Gail invited me back inside to warm up. She took off my coat and hat, and she continued with unbuttoning my shirt. "Gail, not tonight. I really don't feel like it." "Young man," she replied, "You really don't know what you want right now. I just know that going back to an empty house is not good for you." She was right. We took off our clothes and lay down in her bed together. She held me, and I began to cry. I sobbed for over an hour before I drifted off to sleep. I was a mess! Gail fed me breakfast and asked if I was coming for dinner that night. I said "yes". Gail was a comforting and healing influence. I needed that right now. I stopped by Doug's office and picked up copies of the divorce papers and the restraining order. I returned home and scanned all the papers having to do with Janice over the past four months, including transcripts of her telephone messages. I made a hard copy and electronic folders with copies of all the paperwork. I figured it might come in handy sometime. I put the electronic files on my flash drive. I worked around the property doing fall cleanup activities the rest of the day. I moved a cord of wood to a covered area next to the house. It felt good to be physically active. I joined Gail for dinner. It was a hot and delicious, as usual. We drank hot tea and talked in her living room after dinner. The wind had come up, and the porch was too cold. "You look like a lost soul, Greg," Gail observed. "I guess that's how I feel," I responded. "I don't have closure yet for some reason." "What would bring you closure?" "I don't know. Maybe if I could talk with Janice and figure out what happened, what went wrong? It feels like a piece is missing. I guess I'm not making much sense." "I understand, Greg," Gail offered. "You were happily married to Janice for thirty years. She suddenly, without warnin' up and leaves you for another man. You want to know why. That's only reasonable." I nodded in agreement. "You be careful, Greg. You're a nice guy. She's been tryin' to put you in jail for the past three months, and she may not stop tryin'. Don't jeopardize your freedom by workin' to get answers from her. Okay?" "Yeah. Okay," I replied. We talked for another hour. Then I began to leave. "Greg, I'm not going to send you home in the condition you are in. You're comin' to bed with me." I offered no resistance. She undressed me, put me to bed, and made gentle love to me. Then, she held me while I cried myself to sleep again. She knew what I needed. The next day I went to work and spoke with Laura. "Tell everyone on the date list that I am imposing a thirty-day, date-free mourning period," I began. "Scramble the list order, and I will date two per week starting at the top of the list until I reached the bottom. I will begin in thirty days." That gave me some time to heal. Thanksgiving was four weeks away, and I received seven offers from families to spend Thanksgiving with them. I appreciated their concern. No one wanted me to spend the holidays alone. But what I wanted was to just be alone. Janice left me another voice message when she received the legal notices. I didn't listen to it for a few days. Finally, I just wanted to get it over with. I pushed "play". "Greg, you fucker. Determined to the very end to screw things up, aren't you? It won't work. I tore up those envelopes just like all the others. He's dying, Greg, and you just won't give it up, will you? Damn you to hell, Greg. Fuck you!" Ten days after D-Day Robert died. Joe sent me an email with the specifics and a memorial service notice. I sent Joe a very nice sympathy card telling him how much I loved his father and what a good man he was. I couldn't send one to Becky because of the restraining order. I hoped he would share the card I sent him with her. A wonderful and bright flower arrangement was delivered to the memorial service, sent by Anonymous. It was over. A week later a DVD arrived in the mail from Joe. It contained a brief note. "Dad asked me to send this to you after he died. Joe" I put the DVD in the player, turned on the television, and sat down to watch. Chapter 9: Farewell Robert was sitting in a chair in his living room. "Hello, Greg! Janice is out of the house shopping, and I asked Joe to make this video for me. If you're watching, this I'm dead! "Joe filled me in on his conversation with you. And he showed me the restraining order. Tough luck, bro. I don't know all the details, but I know enough to piece things together. It seems that Janice is really pissed at you. "I understand now why you didn't talk to me. I wouldn't talk to you either if someone was going to throw my sorry ass in jail for it! "So I decided to give you my farewell in a video. Sorry this is one-sided. The best I could do under the circumstances. "I also understand why you didn't want her to stay with me. If I were in your shoes, I would have said "no", too. She's got one sweet pussy, Greg. It saved my life. Really, it did! "Right after Karen died; I wanted to end it all. I was dying anyhow, so why not? A few months one way or the other, does it really make a difference? "I took my revolver, got into bed and just sat with the gun in my lap, trying to get up enough courage to put it up to my head and pull the trigger. Jan climbed into bed with me, gently took the gun away, and made sweet love to me. That loving she offered kept me going one more day. She's never left my bed, Greg. She's kept me alive and going all these months. "She loves you, Greg. She never stopped loving you. But she loves me, too. Something inside her – like a compulsion – caused her to keep me alive. If I died a moment before my time, she would not be able to live with herself. I know that. "You're probably pissed at me. I don't blame you. But I don't care. I've been fucking your wife every day for the past few months, and I enjoyed every erotic, orgasmic minute of it. "Get over it! You are alive, man. And I'm dead. Don't waste your time hating a dead man. "I am worried about Jan. Karen's death hit her hard, real hard. I wanted her to get counseling, but she refused. She's in denial about how death, and being close to death, is affecting her. I'm worried that she will come apart after my death, just have a complete breakdown. I've left instructions with Joe to watch her closely after I pass and get her up to Spokane as soon as possible. You may need to put her into therapy. Maybe even hospitalize her for a short while. "You may be wondering why I don't do something now. Like, tell Jan what I know about the restraining order, get her into therapy, or something. "The fact is, Greg, I'm a sorry son-of –a-bitch. I'm dying, and I'm selfish. And I want as much of your wife's loving attention and pussy as I can get. "If our roles were reversed, you would probably do the right thing. But I'm not you. You're a better man than I, Greg. I've always admired that about you. You are a kind and gentle man, and you've been taken advantage of. Nice guys never finish first, Greg! Get with the program! I do have one request, the request of a dying man. I want you to look in on Joe and Becky from time to time. You're like an uncle to them, Greg, and you are a good role model. With Karen and me gone, I want them to have someone older and wiser to consult with when they have problems. I want that person to be you. Please do this, Greg. Not for me, but for Joe and Becky. "I've left you a surprise, something to balance the books between us. I know you've been through hell these past months. That's just the way it goes. Maybe that surprise will sweeten your pain somewhat. "Adios, Greg. See you on the other side!" The video ended. That son-of-a-bitch, I thought. At least he's dead now. I uploaded the DVD video to my computer and burned several copies. I set aside one copy for Doug, and I put another copy with the folder a made a few days earlier. I watched the video again a few days later with Gail. She shook her head. "What a piece of work!" she commented. "What does Janice see in him anyway?" I remained quiet as I retrieved the video from Gail's player. "How are you feeling about the video, Greg? What's going on?" "I feel all jumbled up inside," I replied. "I am worried about Jan. Maybe the divorce wasn't the right thing to do. I am so pissed at Robert. I thought we were friends, we've know each other for over thirty years, since college. And he rubs my nose in the fact that he was fucking Jan. He cares nothing for me or my feelings!" Gail stood behind me and massaged my shoulders. My eyes started to tear. "Why does everyone seem to think it's okay to walk all over a nice guy? Why am I such a nice guy?" I asked. She stood me up and led me back to her bedroom saying, "Let me show you a good time, Mr. Nice Guy." For the next two hours I forgot about Jan, Robert and most everything else. Chapter 10: The Surprise Less than one week before the end of my thirty day mourning period, and the top two women on the list were asking me to set times and days for their date with me. I went to Laura. "I need some help here, Laura," I stated. "Next week is Thanksgiving, and I'd like to postpone the date list until the week after, okay?" "I think I can mange that," she answered. "But it will cost you!" "Blackmail?" I replied. "Okay, what do you want?" "Thanksgiving dinner with my family, Greg." "Okay. Deal." I did enjoy Thanksgiving with Laura's family. It was the best social outing in many months. Maybe I was ready for dating now. The Monday after Thanksgiving, I received a telephone call mid-morning. "Mr. McLeod, I'm William Farnsworth. I represent Mr. Robert Klein's estate. May I have a few minutes of your time, please?" "Okay, go ahead," I replied. "Thank you, Mr. McLeod. I'm turning on the speaker phone right now. There are two other people in the room with me who would like to hear what you have to say." "Who are the other people?" "Joe Klein and Janice McLeod, your wife." Before I could say anything, Janice began talking. "Greg, honey, I know that you are probably really upset with me. I know that you didn't want me to stay with Robert, but I just had too! I know that you will forgive me when I explain it all to you." "Please excuse her outburst, Mr. McLeod," Farnsworth interrupted. "Your wife had a nervous breakdown during Robert's funeral, and she was hospitalized. She was just released today. She is anxious to be reunited with you." "Mr. Farnsworth, please understand that I am speaking only to you," I said. "I am under a restraining order filed by Janice in which she gave false testimony that I was an abusive spouse. As far as I know, this restraining order is still in effect. If I speak to Janice, I will be arrested and jailed. She has tried to have me arrested several times already." "Mr. McLeod, I am unaware of any restraining order," Farnsworth stated. I heard Jan yelling "No, no, no, no" in the background. "Mr. Farnsworth, may I have your email address? I have several electronic files that I would like you to review and share with Janice and Joe. I'd also like you to contact my attorney with any legal questions you might have. When that has been completed, please call me back." Farnsworth gave me his email address and we said our goodbyes. I emailed everything: both restraining orders, divorce papers, message transcripts, Robert's video, and a timeline I created of the past four months. Then I waited. Nice Guy Pt. 02 Doug called me right after lunch and told me that Farnsworth contacted him with questions. He provided Farnsworth all the legal notice records and other documentation. Mid afternoon Farnsworth called back. "Mr. McLeod, William Farnsworth here. May we talk?" "Certainly." "I'm switching to speaker phone. "Joe Klein is here in the office, but Janice has been taken back to the hospital. She had another breakdown when she learned of the divorce." "I'm sorry to hear that," I said. "Greg, Jan has been diagnosed with a form of post traumatic delayed stress syndrome caused initially by my mom's death and aggravated by dad's passing," Joe explained. "The only thing holding her together was her marriage to you. Why did you divorce her?" "Joe, I really don't want to go into that right now." I replied. "She broke her wedding vows, stole our retirement fund, stopped supporting our household, smeared my reputation, filed a restraining order against me, and tried to have me jailed. Would you stay married to a woman who did that to you?" "Gentlemen, please," Farnsworth interjected. "I'd like to discuss the matter at hand: Robert Klein's will." "Go ahead," I said. "Right before he died, Mr. Klein received a twelve million dollar settlement for his wife's untimely death. In a portion of Mr. Klein's will, he distributes those funds in thirds to his two children, one third each, and to you and Janice, one third. The portion allocated to you and Janice has a condition. The money will be distributed as a twenty-year annuity as long as you remain married." "I guess I'm out of luck on that one, Farnsworth." "Well, Mr. McLeod," Farnsworth replied, "because you were divorced before Mr. Klein died, the path here is not very clear. I have consulted with my partners and the probate judge, and we determined to provide a ninety day time extension. If you and Janice are remarried within ninety days from today and if you stay married, the conditions for disbursement of the annuity will be met." "Son-of-a-bitch," I said. "What happens to the money if we don't remarry?" "It will be distributed to his two children, equally. If you have any other questions, Mr. McLeod, please call me. Thank you." Robert couldn't conceive that a "nice guy" would divorce his wife for fucking around on him, I reflected after the call. I sure fooled him. And that felt good. It only cost me four million dollars. Nice Guy Pt. 03 Chapter 11: You've Gotta have Heart The evening of the second day after the phone calls with Farnsworth, Joe called me at home. "Hi, Greg. Joe here." "Hi, Joe. What can I do for you?" "Are you planning to remarry Jan?" "No," I replied. "I plan to get on with my life and take care of myself. Jan is history, a mistake that I will not repeat." "I think you are being too harsh on her, Greg. She's sick, mentally ill. She says that she still loves you and wants to be with you." "That's not my problem anymore, Joe. I wish her well, but she has caused me pain and grief to last a lifetime, and I don't want to repeat it." "Are you willing to walk away from four million dollars?" Joe asked. "Joe, I'd walk away from forty million dollars. The money is just one last cruel joke your father is playing on me. No, I'm not going to participate." "Is there anything I can do for you, Greg?" "Yes, Joe. You can rescind Janice's restraining order and take my name off the "wife beater" lists. Then I can contact your sister if I want. You owe me that much." "That's only fair, Greg. I'll see what I can do." "Take care, Joe." "You, too, Greg." The next day was Saturday, and we had a dusting of snow overnight. Not enough snow to plow, but enough to make the roads slippery. I spent the day winterizing the property. I walked to Gail's house for dinner. We ate dinner in silence. Gail could see that I was distracted, my mind somewhere else. I helped her clean the kitchen, and I shared the phone calls with Farnsworth and Joe. "Let's go in the living room and talk, Greg," she said when I finished. As we entered the living room, Gail turned and kissed me. Her tongue danced in my mouth and her body pressed close to mine. I took her into her arms, kissed her back as my cock hardened. She suddenly stopped, knelt down and in one quick motion unzipped my jeans and pulled them and my underwear down to my ankles. Then she began devouring my cock! It was unexpected, bold and erotic. Her tongue swirled around my cock with such intensity, I could hardly stand up. Then she just stopped and stood up. "Alright, young man," she lectured. "Good, you are out of your head now. Lettin' things rattle around in your head like that is just depressin', that's all. "You forgot to ask your heart," she said placing your palm on my chest. "Your answers are right there. Don't stop lovin' because you got hurt." "What?" I questioned. "When you figure it out, come join me in the bedroom." She walked down the hall leaving me with a hard cock and my jeans around my ankles. I pulled up my jeans, and sat down in the living room. I let my feelings have free roam, something I had not done in a long time. I was hurt and in pain, so I just shut down my heart. Self protection. Nothing wrong with that. But I had kept it closed. I stayed in the living room for over an hour until I got it. It was all so clear now. I smiled and stood up. "Gail," I said entering the bedroom, "I'd like some dessert now." "What do you have in mind, Greg?" she asked putting down the book she was reading. "I'd like pussy pie, please," I responded as I dove under the covers. I had three, no four, helpings that night. Quite tasty. Gail went to sleep with a big smile on her face. Chapter 12: The Proposal Thursday night the following week I had my first outing with the lady at the top of the date list. I did make it very clear that our date was a "get to know each other" date and no hanky-panky. Dinner, a funny movie and a glass of wine at a local pub. She was nice, half my age, and trying too hard. On the drive home, she showed me that she wasn't wearing panties under her dress. I gave her a nice good night kiss, and I backed away when she felt up my cock. Seven more to go. Friday morning Doug called me and asked me to come by his office at two o'clock that afternoon. He said he was reviewing a proposal and wanted to go over it with me. He wouldn't say any more. When I arrived, Joe Klein was in Doug's office. "Hi Doug, hi Joe. What's going on?" "Let me start, Doug" Joe said. "Greg, Jan's restraining order has been rescinded effective yesterday. Your name is being removed from the "wife beater" lists, but that will take another thirty days. Rest assured that your name will be off those lists, or my high-priced attorney will not get paid," he said with a smile. "Is Jan going to prison for perjury?" I asked. "No. We had her psychiatrist testify that she was temporarily insane at that time. The district attorney decided not to pursue charges." "I'm glad," I commented. "Greg," Doug began, "Joe gave me a proposal this morning. I have reviewed it, and I'd like to go over it with you, okay? Ask any questions you have at any time." I nodded. "First, Joe has an affidavit from Jan's psychiatrist stating she was legally insane for the past four or five months, since Karen Klein's death. I showed this affidavit to the ruling judge in your divorce, and he is willing to immediately rescind the divorce decree, as long as we do not object. "Second, if you agree to stay married to Jan for at least two years, Robert Klein's estate will pay all incurred costs associated with this divorce, all attorney costs of any kind over that two year period for you and Jan, and all attorney costs associated with divorcing Jan in two years, if you decide to do so. "Third, you agree to help Jan recover from her mental illness and be an active part of that healing process. "Fourth and finally, Robert Klein's estate will immediately pay you half of the first annuity payment in the amount one hundred twenty-five thousand dollars, with additional payments annually on this date for as long as you are married to Jan." "What is your professional opinion, Doug," I asked. "It is a very generous offer. I recommend you accept it," Doug replied. "Why are you making this offer, Joe?" I inquired. "I feel a certain responsibility to help Jan become healthy. I think my father took advantage of her when he knew she was vulnerable. I want to make things right, if I can. "Jan's psychiatrist said that she might well be able to recover in a two year period; that's why the two years is in the proposal. She will need four to six months of intensive treatment at an institution first, a cost that my father's estate will cover." I hesitated for a few moments, but I already knew my answer. "I accept this proposal," I stated. "Where do I sign?" Chapter 13: Homecoming Even though I was officially un-divorced, I felt an obligation to continue through the date list. It was interesting and fun. Three of them managed to get my cock out of my pants, one of them managed to suck it, four of them placed my hand on their bare pussy, and one very talented young lady stripped herself naked while kissing me good night. I didn't invite any of them to dinner with Gail. The next three months were winter. Snow and ice. I continued to see Gail every Wednesday and Saturday for dinner and Sunday for breakfast. Right after I signed the proposal, Jan's psychiatrist contacted me and made me part of Jan's healing plan. After the first month, Jan and I talked weekly on the phone. It was awkward at first, but it got easier after a while. By her third month in the institution, we were talking every other day, and I could tell she was getting ready to come back to Spokane. In mid spring, Jan told me that she was being released early because she was making such good progress. My contact with her, evidently, was a major reason for her accelerated improvement. Robert's estate paid for Jan's ticket to Spokane. Jan arrived mid day, and I took the afternoon off from work to meet her. She was tentative and shy when she saw me, not the confident woman who had left from this same airport almost eight months earlier. She walked towards me and offered me her hand to shake. I ignored it and gave her a big hug. She had a smile on her face as we walked hand-in-hand back to the car. At the recommendation of her psychiatrist, Jan slept in the guest room. We began the uneasy process of living together in one household. Jan did very well, but she had an occasional relapse. When we visited Star's grave site, she started sobbing uncontrollably and spent the rest of the day in her room. But each day became easier and more comfortable. She found projects around the property to work while I was at my job. With Gail's blessing, I suspended my Wednesday and Saturday dinners when Jan returned to the house. I really missed her company. On evening upon returning home I found Jan gone and a note on the table: "At Gail's house. Come over to dinner with us." I looked at the calendar. It was Wednesday. I found Jan and Gail in Gail's kitchen cooking dinner and chatting away. Evidently, Gail had been visiting Jan for the past two weeks while I was at work, and the two had become fast friends. Dinner was delicious, and the conversation was fun. Jan was more relaxed and comfortable than I had seen her since her return to Spokane. I was seeing the old Jan emerge again, and I liked what I saw. We moved to the living room and had a wonderful evening together. Gail gave us both a big hug when we left, and she squeezed my hard cock when Jan wasn't looking. We were invited back for Saturday dinner. When I came home from work on Friday, Gail and Jan were working on a project in the kitchen. I suggested that Gail stay for dinner. We had nice chat after dinner, then, I offered to walk Gail home since it was after sunset. Jan looked worried. "You don't fret none, Jan," Gail said. "He just wants to thank me for bein' your friend. I'll send him home directly." Gail was right, of course. I did thank her for her help. On her porch, Gail turned to me and spoke. "Have you taken her to bed yet, young man?" "No," I replied. "Why not? You sure seem horny enough!" "I don't know, Gail. Maybe she's not ready yet." "Don't you bullshit me, Greg! We know each other too well for that! She's been ready for a while." "I guess I'm not ready yet." "Now ain't that the truth! You get yourself squared away, young man. That lady is ready!" "Thanks, Gail. I'll try." I gave her a hug and returned home. Jan was in her room, so I went to bed. Chapter 14: Peas in a Pod Saturday dinner was delightful. Gail and Jan prepared a feast for us, and we enjoyed animated conversation over dinner. Actually, Jan and Gail talked, mostly about their projects over the past week, and I just listened. After dinner we moved to the living room and continued talking. Soon I was ready to go home, so I stood and thanked Gail for hosting the dinner. They stopped talking and just looked at each other. Then, Gail stood up, walked over to me and began unbuttoning my shirt. "Gail! What are you doing?" I exclaimed. "You know darn well what I'm doin'," she replied. "Ain't like I haven't done this a few times before!" "Jan, dear," Gail directed, "you get yourself over here and get those jeans off him." Within a minute I was completely naked with my erect cock pointing out. "Alright, girl," Jan ordered, "you start sucking that nice cock." "Gail! What the," my words were interrupted by a long, tongue-laced kiss from Gail. I felt lips sucking my cock. God, it was so good! "Okay, girl," Gail said to Jan, "you get that shirt and bra off. Men like to see titties." "What about you?" I asked to Gail. "Well, I ain't got much to look at, but here you go!" The topless women switched places. Jan kissed me passionately, rubbing her wonderful breasts into my arm and chest, while Gail knelt down and expertly sucked me. When Jan broke her kiss, Gail stopped and stood. "Alright, girl," Gail announced, "let's take him back to the bed." They each grabbed an arm and led me back to the bedroom. They placed me in the center of the queen-sized bed, and quickly shed the rest of their clothing. "You straddle his head, dear," Gail directed. "Get your pussy right up next to his face!" As Jan positioned herself, Gail began sucking on my cock. Jan's pussy was soon within an inch of my lips, and I put my hands on her ass. Then I remembered whose cock had been that pussy last, how Jan had left me for Robert, I began to spiral down into self-pity and depression. My cock became limp. I felt a sharp pinch on my thigh. "Greg, you get yourself back in this bed with us and out of the past, goddamit!" Gail ordered as her hand encircled my balls. "If you don't start lickin' that pussy in five seconds, I'm gonna start squeezin' what's in my hand, and I ain't gonna be too gentle about it!" I pushed on Jan's ass and brought her pussy right up to my lips. Her pussy was dripping wet! I sucked gently and took in enough juice to swallow twice. I extended my tongue and began to tease her outer lips gently. I knew this pussy well, I remembered. Jan moaned, and Gail let go of my balls and continued sucking on my cock. What a marvelous, erotic sensation to be licking pussy and sucked on at the same time! Jan jerked suddenly with an orgasm and cried out. I kept my hands firmly on her ass and my mouth glued to her pussy. My tongue drove her wild! She squirmed and writhed, balancing herself by holding on to the headboard. Suddenly, Jan had rolling orgasms, one after another, tears streaming down her face. I stopped counting after six orgasms. It went on and on. "Enough," Jan shouted as she rolled off me. "That was so good, so fucking good," she sobbed lying on her back next to me. I turned to her and smiled. "I'm not done. My tongue is ready for more!" I declared to her. "Good," answered Gail, "because my pussy is achin' for that magic tongue of yours, mister!" Gail assumed the position that Jan had recently left, pressing her wet pussy directly on my lips. Different pussy, different texture, different smell – deliciously wonderful! I enthusiastically dove in. "Yes! You know what I like," cried Gail as she moved rhythmically to my tongue dance. "Jan, you dry those tears, now and get up!" Gail commanded. "Git behind me and put his cock into your pussy. I got it nice and hard for you!" Jan sat up, and moved to position her pussy over my cock, balancing her hands on Gail's shoulders. She lowered her pussy slowly down, surrounding my cock with warm, wet tightness. I almost exploded with her first push downward that engulfed my entire cock. My god! This was overwhelming! My senses were reeling with erotic movement. As I felt myself building to ejaculate, I intensified my efforts with Gail's pussy. She was getting close, too! Like dominoes, we all came. First Jan, then me, stimulated by Jan's orgasmic contractions, and finally Gail as I licked her pussy to orgasm. We all collapsed on the bed; Jan to my left, Gail to my right. We were all breathing hard immersed in the orgasmic afterglow. I broke the silence. "That, by far, is the best fucking sex I have ever had in my entire life!" "Amen to that," Gail added. "Thank you, Greg," Jan whispered. The ladies snuggled up to me and we just lay together. After five minutes of rest, Gail sat up. "Okay, now," she announced. "We aren't going to sleep until I have some that hard cock in my pussy, too! Jan you git down there, lick his cock clean, and get it all nice and hard for me, just like I did for you." "Yes, dear," Jan replied with a smile. "And you, young man," she addressed me, "will lick my pussy again and git me all turned back on." "My pleasure, Gail," I said with a grin. It didn't take very long for Jan to bring me to a rock-hard state. "He's ready, Gail," Jan said announcing her success. Gail rolled over on to her back and spread her legs. "You git that cock in my pussy, right now, Greg!" she commanded. "Fill me up with that big cock of yours." I swiftly complied with her order, and began to pump my hard cock in and out of her wet pussy. "Faster, now! Faster!" She shouted. I increased my speed, and Gail began to moan. "This is so good, so fuckin' good!" she cried. I looked over to Jan. She was lying on her side with a wide smile on her face, and she blew me a kiss. I grinned back at her. I turned my attention to Gail. She was close, very close. I speed up my strokes, and she started to cum. I didn't stop, and she just kept cumming. Her contractions suddenly brought me to the edge and I exploded into her. Gail screamed. I relaxed my arms, and gave Gail a big hug, my cock still deep in her pussy. I kissed her, then, rolled off her to the middle position. "That's the very best fuck you have ever given me, Greg," Gail exclaimed. I turned my head to Jan. "You knew about Gail and I?" I asked. Jan nodded. "She told me the first day she dropped by the house," Jan replied. Women! Go figure! Gail moved next to me, Jan pulled up the bed sheets to cover us then snuggled tightly against me. We drifted off to sleep. Three peas in a pod. Chapter 15: A New Day "Wake up, sleepyhead! Breakfast is almost ready." I opened my eyes and sat up. What a night, I reflected. What a fucking, amazing night! My clothes were still in the living room, so I entered the kitchen naked and found two wonderful ladies also without clothes. "Greg, come here," Jan said excitedly. "I have something to ask you." She looked at Gail, them back to me. "I think we ought to spend every Saturday night making love with Gail, just like last night. What do you think, Greg?" "Gail?" I asked. "You know me, Greg," Gail responded with a smile. "I love any opportunity to get your cock inside me." "Let's do it," I stated. "Yes, yes!" Jan shouted excitedly. She ran over to Gail and gave her a big hug. Then they kissed. A long, passionate kiss, as their hands caressed each other slowly. Gail's hand moved down and began to finger Jan's pussy. Jan began to moan. I raised my eyebrows. Gail broke the kiss and looked at me disapprovingly. "You lower your eyebrows, young man," Gail lectured. "What do you think we've been doing every afternoon while you were at work? You cut us both off, remember?" Gail resumed kissing Jan. I chuckled as I sat down at the kitchen table. I poured myself a cup of coffee. "Hey," I blustered. "I thought you said breakfast was ready!" They broke their kiss and turned to face me, hands around each other's waist. "You don't mind?" Jan asked tentatively. "Hell, no," I replied. "You two enjoy yourselves anytime you want. In fact, I'd love to watch you two." Gail and Jan broke out into wide grins. Breakfast was extra tasty that morning. That afternoon we three went shopping. We bought Gail a new king-sized bed with bed sheets and blankets. Her queen bed was a little small for all of us. For the next three weeks we joyously had dinner at Gail's house on Wednesday and Saturday nights, staying for breakfast on Sunday. The sex just kept getting better. Gail was spending more and more of her time at our house, and the two women were becoming inseparable. The following Tuesday night, I came home to two naked ladies. Without saying a word, they stripped my clothes off, took me to the back bedroom, and fucked me silly. Then we ate dinner. Needless to say I was one happy man. When I arrived home from work Friday evening, Jan approached me with a suggestion. "Greg, what do you think about Gail moving in with us? She's spending all her time with us anyhow? She could take over the guest room. It has its own bathroom." "Well, let's take a look," I replied walking down the hall to the guest room. I looked inside the room. Gail had already moved in. I had definitely lost control of this household. I turned to Jan. She was grinning. "That's a good idea, Jan. Let's ask Gail to move in with us." Nice Guy Pt. 03 Chapter 16: Happily Ever After I'd like to say that the three of us lived happily ever after. Not quite true. Mostly true, though. Jan had a few minor relapses in the first few weeks after Gail joined us at the house. But we all worked through them. Jan asked to watch Robert's farewell video, so the three of us sat on the living room couch and watched it together. Part way through the video Jan began to cry. Gail and I held her hands to comfort her. When it was over, Jan spoke. "He was really angry and bitter towards the end about Karen's death and his early demise. He really was a much better man before. He was not kind to you, Greg. I'm sorry." "Did you enjoy fucking him, Jan?" I asked sharply. Reviewing the video had brought up some of my resentments. Jan began sobbing and she curled up on the couch pushing me away. "That was uncalled for, Greg," Gail said sharply. "Did you enjoy fucking me while Jan was in the hospital? You both did what you had to do. Now don't beat her up over it." "Okay, you are right," I said contritely. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Jan." I lay down next to her on the couch and held her until she stopped crying. "It's over," I declared softly to her. "It's over, now. Let it all go. We are together. We are going to stay together." **************** At the end of the summer, the three of us visited Joe and Becky in the Bay Area. The visit was pleasant, and we agreed to meet at least annually. We introduced Gail as my aunt. I thanked Joe for his help, and I told him that Jan and I planned to stay married. He was pleased. When we returned from our trip, I called a family meeting. "Now that we have Robert's annuity, I don't need to work. I'd like to retire now, seven years earlier than planned. What do you two think?" Gail and Jan looked at each other and smiled. "If you retire now," Jan asked impishly, "will you have more time to fuck us?" I retired the next day. Sometimes life does turn out well for nice guys, after all.