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Yo-Yo Chronicles Ch. 01 Ending

By: FinishTheDamnStory



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No way! I'm keeping my balls! - my ending to edrider73's Yo-yo Chronicles Ch.01

http://www.literotica.com/s/yo-yo-chronicles-ch-01

I don't normally do this. I like to finish incomplete stories that have been abandoned, for years, or stories that have open invitations to be completed. I request permission out of respect for the original authors, and if denied, I don't post a continuation.

edrider73's story drove me a little crazy, when the second 'chapter' had nothing to do with the first. I know it affected many others that way, I received three different requests to 'Finish the Damn Story'!

cpete wrote a completion for both chapters, and did a fine job. I had already started this one, and now with edrider73's permission, I'm going to post it. I'm working on a continuation of the second chapter, but it's started to get away from me, building into something longer and complex, and even something surprising, which will be revealed when I post that one. 

The immediate revenge in this one is over the top, but the longer term response is more calculated, and something I'm sure Duna will approve of. No more hints.

There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed, or left hanging with disgusting endings. If I find a story that's been abandoned for too long, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps. 

For Information on how I choose which stories to continue, please read my profile.

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I had ten seconds. That's what she said. Ten seconds, that was all. The warning tug on my balls reminded me.

There was no way I was going through with her plan. The whole bathroom thing was to give myself time to think. To try to figure out when my wife had lost her mind. I suffered the humiliation of having a man-hating cunt shove a nozzle up my ass and give me an enema, twice, while I struggled to understand what had happened.

I had tried to tell my wife it was a fantasy, that I had no interest in making it real. It was something to do while I was away. I went through phases. If I didn't have the browser history automatically deleted every 30 days, she would have seen me checking out mother/son videos. Not that I ever wanted to do anything with my Mom. Before that it had been amateur wife cuckolding. Did that mean I wanted her to cuckold me? Hell no! I pictured myself in the role of the bull, not the cuck.

Why couldn't she understand the difference between fantasy, curiosity and things you actually want to experience? 

I had told her I didn't want her degrading herself. That I didn't want to do it. That she'd hate it, and I'd hate myself for going along. That it would likely destroy our marriage.

While cleansing my bowels, her words echoed in my mind. "I can't force you to do anything you don't want to do..." I had finally hesitantly agreed because I believed she wanted to do it, and she had put so much effort into arranging it. She wanted to experience it once, and I told her, told her, that she had to tell me to stop if it got to be too much.

Now, here she was, after the fact, changing all the rules. She was forcing me. She didn't allow me the choice of what was too much or what wasn't. I didn't get to choose the acts, as she had done. I didn't set the time limits. What we had done was consensual, between two married people who supposedly loved each other. 

Now she wanted me raped. She was forcing me into gay sex, which was never anything I'd been interested in. Not in this fucking lifetime! The insane bitch was threatening me with castration, and putting the means of it in the hands of a butch lesbian man-hater. Of course her little surprises along the way, the 'after-the-fact' rule changes, like I wasn't supposed to come, were more proof of how deceitful, disgusting and hateful she'd become. 

I guess I was wrong all along. I thought we were alike. Now I knew differently. I never would have forced her to do anything. I couldn't dream of it. I never would have involved outsiders. I certainly wouldn't think about having her raped!

I'd looked for an opportunity to break free of Myra in the bathroom, but she'd been twitchy, standing at a distance, keeping a constant pressure on that thin line wrapped around my balls. I wasn't about to let Jory pull this shit. I'd let her tear my balls off before I did, but I was hoping for a more painless resolution, at least for me.

The opportunity hadn't arisen, and now I was sitting on the edge of the bed, next to the hairy big dick bastard who'd willingly signed on to rape me, while that ugly dyke held the string tied to my sack. String, who the fuck was she kidding? It was my own Spiderwire, monofilament fishing line that looked like green string, with three times the strength of normal fishing line the same thickness. The bitch wouldn't pull my balls off, the damn line would slice right through the skin!

Ten seconds, that's all I had. 

I turned to my soon to be ex-wife, and shrugged. "I can't believe you're forcing me to do this. This is no longer a fantasy. I guess you think you're smart, leaving me no choice. How you could want to humiliate and debase me like this, I don't understand." I stood, turning my body toward her as I stood and moved between Barclay's legs.

She pointed to her ears, reminding me she was wearing earplugs.

I watched Myra feed out the line, loosening it so it wouldn't show in the shot. By turning my body, I'd gotten a little extra slack. I tried to shut my mind down, as I leaned over the bastard's body. "Get a good shot baby. It will be the last. I'll be divorcing you after this." I told Jory, looking over at her. I placed one arm over the guy's shoulder looking down into his face.

"I don't want to do this. It's rape. I'm not giving my consent. Are you really going to be a rapist?" My other hand reached down and rubbed his cock. "What kind of bonus did she offer you?"

He grinned. "Relax man. You'll enjoy it eventually. You may think it's rape, but before I'm done you'll be begging me for it. The cool thing is every segment I hold off, I get a night with her, and we get to try it again. A hell of an incentive, huh?"

I peeked over and saw Jory filming, nipples hard in anticipation. I turned my head to face her. "Perfect. You want to make me a cuckold on top of everything else." I rubbed my cock against his, and saw him smile. Even Myra peeked up from under the bed for a better view.

"Jory?" I said softly, moving my hand from between my legs to run it down the poor bastard's chest. I knew she couldn't hear me because of the earplugs. I needed the stupid fucker underneath me to get used to my touch.

She moved closer, camera in hand, smiling, gesturing toward her ears.

"Please tell me this is all a lie. Tell me you're not going to let this guy rape me. Assure me you're not going to cheat on me with this asshole. You wouldn't really let Myra tug that string tied to my balls would you? It's 10 lb fishing line, it'll slice them off." As I said the words my free hand reached down to the line, and looped it stealthily around his cock, two, three, four times, twisting each loop once before dropping it to the base of his cock. As much as it disgusted me, I tried to make it feel like I was stroking him, as I moved each loop to the base of his swollen prick.

My wife gesticulated toward her ears, while Myra chuckled, her evil voice rising from below. "I'm looking forward to tearing them off, you pig," Jory's vicious accomplice said.

"I loved you, Jory. I can't believe you hate me this much," I told her before driving my stiff fingers into the reclining man's throat as powerfully as I could.

It was a blur of activity after that. He gurgled and grunted, his hands releasing his legs, and moving to his throat. I brought a hammer-fist down on his nose with all my might, and watched the blood spurt. Jory screamed, dropped the camera and stumbled backward. Moments later I felt pressure against my balls, and Barclay shrieked like a little girl. He started squirming, trying to push me off. Jory was yanking the earplugs out of her ears, screaming even louder.

Myra pulled on the string with both hands, a look of fear and shock on her face. "Go ahead. Castrate me! Give it your best you ugly bitch!" I snarled at her.

She gave another fierce tug, and when the only one that shrieked was Barclay, she finally dropped the string, and started trying to wiggle out from under the bed.

No, the bitch didn't get away that easily. I kicked her in the face a couple of times and she crawled back under the bed to get away from the vicious blows, moaning. Once she had, I leaned over, grabbed the headboard and pulled it down and away from the wall with all my strength. 

The anger, fear and adrenaline did the job. The bed did precisely what I'd hoped for, separating the frame from the headboard, and dropping the frame and mattress down on the woman, and I use that term loosely, who'd tried her best to take my balls. She screamed in agony.

Barclay was in trouble. Big trouble. I stepped back, and saw his over-sized dick was now a one inch stub, pumping his life blood away. I quickly grabbed the line, to protect myself. Then I jumped on the bed, twice, before hopping off the far side.

"You might want to call 911," I told Jory. "Or your dyke girlfriend is probably going to be up for murder when the wannabe rapist bleeds out." It took a few seconds before I was able to free the string from my balls. "That'll make you an accomplice, you hateful, evil cunt."

"Ken! Please..." Jory whimpered, stepping toward me. I stiff armed the bitch, knocking her back on her ass, before picking up the camera off the floor. I stopped by the other three cameras, removing their SD cards, and wielding the tripods like a staff, slammed them into the walls destroying them. I tossed the broken remains into the walk-in closet before shutting the door. 

I locked the door to the bathroom, and started the shower. I had the eunuch's blood all over me. Ignoring the crimson mess for the moment, I tenderly rubbed my balls, while I started replaying the video.

As much as I hated to do it, I erased the first video. The one showing all the things I'd done with Jory. All I had was the final scene, explaining what she was trying to do. It had only taken a couple of minutes for it all to play out, and the dropped camera footage was gold. The camera had landed on its side, and it showed Myra tugging firmly, and then desperately at the string, while capturing all the screaming. It was shooting directly under the bed, and you got to see her start to climb out, then wriggle back under, without seeing me kick her face.

I snapped the other SD cards in half and flushed them down the toilet. I flushed a second time to make sure they were gone.

I started up the camera, and cleaned myself, with the video recording merrily away, pointed at a blank wall. I could hear the yelling, screaming, cursing and crying going on in the bedroom. Once I stepped out from under the shower head, and started drying myself off, I heard my wife's voice pleading from behind the door.

"I'm sorry!" she kept screaming. "I wouldn't have let her really hurt you. She knew she wasn't supposed to pull the string that hard. I love you, Ken. I'm sorry!"

"You were going to have that bastard rape me," I told her loudly rubbing my hair dry.

"It was only fair! I let you do those things to me."

"That's the difference. It was your idea to do them with you. You let me, you told me to do it. It was just you and me. You could trust me, I would never intentionally hurt you. The first time you said stop, I would have."

"I didn't want to do them. I hated the idea. I suggested it for you."

Keep digging your grave, bitch!

"How could you think I'd want a man to ass-rape me? I've never hinted I was interested in a man!"

"I couldn't do it!" she yelled.

"You couldn't have used a strap on?" I reminded her.

She was quiet a moment. "I guess I could have, but then I couldn't play that game with trying to make you come for me."

I opened the door, hearing the sirens outside. My wife was lying on the floor sobbing, the phone at her side. Myra was under the bed, moaning, but no longer moving. Barclay was curled up in a ball, whimpering, his hands clutched between his legs. I jumped on the bed again, for good luck, using it like a trampoline, until the man-hater's moaning stopped. I almost bounced the whiny rapist off the bed.

"It wasn't a game, Jory. You tried to get me raped, by a porn pro. You and I have had anal sex a lot, you had time to prepare yourself. I've never done anything like that. He would have torn me open. You sprung this on me, lied to me, tricked me, and then tried to castrate me. You let that man-hating bitch hold a string tied to my balls, and laughed when she yanked it. You put earplugs in your ears, so you couldn't hear my pleas. You promised to cuckold me with that bastard, if he could hold out. You've destroyed us."

I stepped over her naked body, as I heard the vehicles pulling up out front. I grabbed a shirt and shorts and pulled them on as I walked to the front door. I opened it as the EMTs and police arrived, and pointed them to the back of the house.

It had been a hell of a day, and I grabbed a beer before seeing how it was all going to work out. I was nervous, exhausted, and coming off the adrenaline high. Mostly I was sad that my marriage was over.

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They did manage to save Barclay's life and sew his dick back on. It was a few inches shorter, and never worked the same, but he still had one. It was a hell of a lot more than he deserved. He was out of a job, of course. Nobody wanted a leading man with a short, ugly, scarred dick that never got fully hard.

Myra was injured worse than I'd thought. The bed crushed her rib-cage pretty good. One broken rib pierced her lung. She got a concussion. My kicks, even barefoot, managed to break her jaw and her nose. The ugly bitch just got uglier. Her outside now matched her inside.

They were still trying to work out the criminal charges. The video helped a lot. It had continued recording until the card was full. It was clear that Myra had severed Barclay's dick. It was also clear that I was being threatened and forced into a sex act I didn't want to do, and my actions were in self-defense.

I had loved Jory, but she had destroyed that love in a few sick minutes. She got away mostly free, except for the destruction of her reputation. That and the divorce.

Her lawyer offered to let me have almost everything, if I'd just let her walk away and drop the charges. She couldn't face me after that day, although I still received the notes and messages apologizing, and saying she'd do anything to make it up to me. They finally stopped. 

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Six months later, the legal battles were still ongoing. They all revolved around the other three, and I'd been left out except for being subpoenaed as a witness. We were divorced, and I have to admit it made me sick to find out through our friends, that a video was floating around of Jory doing many of those things she'd done with me. Apparently, she'd developed a taste for them.

I felt guilty that my online viewing started the whole thing. Guilty, yes, but I refused to accept any of the blame. She could have talked to me, she could have been honest. I would have done almost anything for her except be raped, forced into gay sex, and humiliated in front of strangers. That, and I wasn't about to let her take my balls.

When I heard she lost her job, I couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for her. We'd had several great years together, and I had loved her, heart and soul. What she had done was unconscionable, and her promise of cuckolding me afterward, unthinkable. I don't know how she had completely lost her mind, but she had. 

Deanna, her older sister, happily married with two adorable kids, showed up at my door out of the blue. She tried to put on a good face, but moments after she was inside, she was in my arms sobbing, crying her heart out.

I guided her to the couch, got her a drink, and settled her down.

"You have to help her, Ken," she pleaded. "She's self-destructing."

"Dee, I'm sure you know what happened, by now. I don't have to do anything for her. She made her bed. She destroyed what we had. We're divorced. She's not my problem any more."

"You loved her once. If there's even a shred of that love left, you have to help her. I've tried, so have Mom and Dad, but we can't get through to her. It's gonna kill her, Ken. I know it is. I know you can get through to her. Please, I'm begging."

She started opening her shirt. "Anything Ken, I'll do anything. She's my baby sister." I watched the tears roll down her face, as she exposed her plain white bra.

I stopped her, and pulled her close. "Don't do that, Dee. You don't want to cheat on your husband. You don't want to humiliate yourself like this."

She shook her head. "Please, Ken? What will it take? I don't have much money, but you can have it. I ... I'll suck you. I've never done it but I will for you, if you'll just help her."

I pushed her away gently, and buttoned up her shirt. "Tell me what the problem is. Don't hold anything back."

What she told me was more than disturbing. Her sister had sunk into depression, then started on drugs. She was homeless, and broke. The little she'd gotten out of the divorce was already gone. She'd lived with her friends, sleeping on couches until nobody would put up with her. Now she was trading her body for a roof, with one guy after another. Jory was willing to do the most disgusting things anybody could imagine, and a couple of the bastards had recorded some of her sessions. She was doing trains, gangbangs, whatever it took to get that next level of degradation and humiliation. She'd already been in and out of the hospital twice.

When it was happening, I'd wanted to kill the traitorous bitch. Strangle her. Tie that damn string around her tits, and yank them off. See how she liked that. I wanted her to suffer, to burn in hell, for doing that to me, and for destroying what we had.

That's what I thought I'd wanted. Now, seven months later, I didn't know. I just wanted to move on. But I didn't want her destroyed. She had screwed up, screwed up royally, but she shouldn't have to die for it.

Myra, maybe. 

"Let me see what I can do. I can't promise anything, but I'll try, alright?"

Her eyes lit up, and she gave me a big hug, kissing my face, her tears wetting my face. When she finally pulled away, she slid down between my legs, reaching for my belt.

"No, Dee," I said softly, brushing her hands away. 

She sat back on her heels, looking confused. "What do you want, Ken? Not ... not what she did?"

"No, sweetie. I'll do it for what we had, and for a sister's love. As pretty as you are, as tempting as it is, I don't want you to do anything that would hurt your marriage."

"I could maybe get Mom and Dad to give you some money."

"You don't have to do anything, Deanna. No sex, no money, nothing like that. I love your Mom and Dad, they were always good to me. You're a wonderful sister, and sister. You are as sweet as the day is long. Stay that way. That's all I need from you."

She got off her knees, leaned over and gave me a deep kiss. "Thank you, Ken. Thank you so much."

Shit, that was a nice kiss. It almost had me changing my mind.

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The building at the address Dee had given me looked like crap. I had a bad feeling about it. I took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

An acne faced, lanky haired, scrawny guy answered. "Yeah?"


Yo-Yo Chronicles Ch. 01 Ending



"I'm here for Jory."

His forehead screwed up as my words forged their way through his drug-addled brain. "What for?"

I pushed my way through the doorway and looked around. "Jory!" I yelled. "Get your ass out here!"

"You can't just come in here. I got rights."

"She invited me here," I lied. "Where is she?"

Just then she walked out of a back room. She was wearing shorts. That's all. She must have lost 20 lbs, and looked sickly. Her once big beautiful breasts sagged grotesquely. Her skin was pale, and pasty looking. Her hair was limp and dirty.

"Ken?" she whispered.

"Come on, we're going."

She stood shivering, and leaned against the wall. It was a few moments before she spoke. "No. Go away. Not like this." I could see tears starting to streak her dirty face.

"I'm not asking, Jory. We're leaving. Together."

The scrawny, stupid guy spoke up. "You can't tell her what to do, man. You need to get out of my house."

"She's my wife. I'll tell her whatever I want to," I told him angrily. I turned to my ex-wife. "I'm not going to say it again. Get your ass over here!"

"Why?"

"You said you'd do anything to make it up to me. Remember? You told me you were sorry. You owe me, Jory."

She hung her head, and walked toward me. Her current roommate tried to get in the way, but I pushed him away harshly. "You don't want to get any more involved, dick-breath. Right now, you get a free pass. Try anything, and I'll change my mind."

He stepped back glaring at me. I pulled off my light jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders, put my arm around her and took her down to the car.

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It was slow going. Deanna, and the family helped. Getting her off the drugs took a while, as did clearing up the STDs she'd picked up. Thank God none of them were serious. It was two months before she managed to put ten pounds back on, still leaving her way too skinny but no longer emaciated.

A couple of our old friends, who she'd managed to drive away, pitched in as well. I still had to work, but we didn't want to leave her alone, ever. She was broken, shutting down and crying for no reason at all, going silent for hours on end, one moment afraid to be touched, the next desperately clingy.

She slept in my bed, a new bed that had replaced the old one. We didn't have sex, but I was available to her when she needed. I didn't reach for her, but held her when she turned to me, trembling and crying. I'd let her kiss me, but I didn't return any. It was sad, but her sex appeal had completely disappeared. I had no desire for her, I felt more like I was caring for a crippled animal I'd picked up off the road. 

As sick as it was, I was ten times more attracted to her older married sister, who was around a lot. Deanna, was nowhere near as pretty, a little overweight, with plain short hair. But her eyes sparkled with joy over every little bit of progress, and I couldn't forget those kisses, and her perched on her knees, reaching for my belt. I behaved myself, she was married, and I wouldn't do anything to mess that up. She was a good person, and deserved better. But I have to admit, her frequent touches, hugs, and friendly kisses left me with numerous hard-ons I had to deal with on my own.

My life continued to be full of surprises. Myra showed up one day, and I felt all the old anger and hatred return. I saw her face flush a deep red, and she dropped her eyes. "Please, Ken. I know you hate me, with good reason, but can I talk to you?"

"Why, Myra? What could you possibly have to say? You did your best to castrate me. You participated in the destruction of my marriage. You picked out that bastard who was supposed to rape me, and who was going to cuckold me. You hate me, and all men. Why should I listen to anything you have to say?"

"I was wrong. I'm sorry, and hearing how you've been helping her for the last couple of months, I wanted to try in some tiny way to make it up to you. Please?" She was shifting her weight awkwardly, nervously. She still wouldn't look me in the eye. "She was my friend."

"I don't want you around her, or around us, Myra. I was hoping I'd never have to see you again. What could you possibly do?" I asked.

"You don't have to explain, Ken. I've been seeing a shrink for almost eight months now, and it's been difficult to face the kind of person I was. I don't want to make things any worse, and the last thing I want to do is hurt either of you anymore." She looked up for the first time. Her eyes gleamed with fucking crocodile tears. "She's going to need professional help, like I did. I want her to get it. She doesn't even need to leave the house. I'll have my shrink visit her here, twice a week to start." She handed me a piece of paper. "This is Dr. Phelps' information, you can check up on her. I only want to help. I swear."

"How can I trust anything you say?" I asked.

I saw just a hint of her old attitude. "I never lied to you Ken. Not once. I was an open book, if nothing else. You know it's true."

She was right, I had to give her that. "I'll think about it. Is that all?"

Myra shook her head. "One more thing," she said, then looked over at her car in the driveway and nodded. A little slip of a woman got out of the passenger seat. I recognized her, barely. I didn't know her well, but she had been one of Jory's lesbian friends. A shame, she was cute as a button.

The girl walked up, blushing and stood behind Myra, looking over her shoulder. "Bonnie wants to help. She'll stay with Jory during the day, and keep house. She needs her evenings off three days a week, for college classes. She'll stay with you, until Jory's better."

I looked at the girl. "Why do you want to get involved?"

She looked up at me, her eyes surprisingly confident. "I like Jory. She was nice to me. I went through a difficult time of my own, and she supported me. I need a place to stay, and you only live ten minutes from campus. I'm willing to work for my keep, and help her if I can."

It was tempting. I could use the help. I was exhausted, and the last several weeks had been hard on Deanna, and her family. "Let me think about it."

Myra nodded. "That's all I can ask. I really am sorry, and maybe someday you can forgive me. Even if you can't, if you need my help for anything let me know. Bonnie has my number. I won't bother either of you again, until I hear from you first. Thank you for letting me say my piece."

I turned and shut the door in her face. I still hated the bitch.

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When I got home from work the following day, Bonnie was there. The house looked cleaner than it had in months, and the three women, Jory, Deanna, and Bonnie were sitting in the kitchen, talking like normal people. Bonnie got up immediately, and approached me.

"I hope you don't mind my coming over. You know I'd like to stay, but if you don't want me to, I'll still come over during the day and help where I can."

She seemed hopeful, and nervous at the same time. I looked over at the table scene, the near normality strange to see. "We can give it a try. Let's try it for a week, and see how it turns out."

I was stunned by the quick hug she gave me. Deanna got up and turned on the oven, pulling a casserole out of the refrigerator. She turned to me, and gave me a hug and one of those toe-curling kisses. "I think it's a good idea. They have a connection," she said softly.

She gave her sister a hug, and left.

I grabbed a beer, took off my jacket and tie, and settled onto the couch. I few minutes later Jory was standing in front of me. She gave a nod beside me. "May I?"

"Of course."

She sat beside me, then abruptly climbed into my lap, and hugged me. "Thank you. I know I don't deserve everything you've done, but I appreciate it."

I held her gently, and stroked her hair, which was looking lively again. She looked 100% better. "I loved you."

She nodded silently and clung to me. She kissed me, and I turned away slightly when I felt her tongue probing my lips.

"You don't want me?"

"Never again, Angel."

"Because of what I've done, how I lived, all the men?"

"Because of what you tried to do to me," I explained.

She leaned her head against my chest. "I thought you wanted it, you just wouldn't admit it. I was sure we'd be fine. You'd enjoy it, it would make us better."

"I don't want to talk about it, Jory. Not now, not ever. It happened. You destroyed me and our marriage. It's over. Please don't bring it up again."

She came to our bed naked for the first time that night. I recognized that she looked better, healthier. She cuddled up against me, as she often did on her better days. I held her, but brushed her hand away when she reached for my cock. She didn't push it.

~ * ~ * ~

Bonnie was a Godsend. Jory was better most days. The house was clean, laundry done. Deanna came over less frequently, and didn't stay as long, although I always got my kisses. I think it was her way of rewarding me. Deanna wasn't much of a cook, but she tried, and she cleaned the nights she was there. 

Bonnie moved into the third bedroom, and I made space for her in my study. Several evenings she'd do her homework sitting beside me, while I did work from home.

I was nervous about going on travel, but Deanna assured me they'd be fine, and that she and Bonnie would take care of things. It was only two days, and I was worried, but it turned out to be baseless. I came home, and everything seemed fine.

The girls surprised me, when I heard that they'd gone out shopping. It was the first time in over three months that Jory had left the house, except to go to the doctor's office. I found out that her counseling was going well, and had been for two weeks. I'd completely forgotten about it, and almost made a fuss, but once again Deanna assured me it was helping. She was more generous than usual with her kisses.

When Jory's sister left that evening, I had a raging hard-on. I hadn't been with a woman in nearly a year. Self-satisfaction only went so far. Bonnie noticed, and I saw her blush and turn away.

Once I got Jory to bed and asleep, I returned to my study. I browsed my favorite porn sites. Rough sex sites no longer interested me, nor did anal. I watched 'barely legal' porn, and was stroking my erection, when I felt hands on my shoulders. I nearly jumped through the ceiling.

My chair was turned, and Bonnie was standing in front of me. She was wearing a t-shirt, and nothing else from the look of it. 

"Bonnie—"

"Shh," she whispered, putting her finger over my lips. She dropped to her knees and captured my cock between her lips. 

I didn't last more than a few seconds, before groaning, and filling her mouth. She stayed on through the end, then pulled away slowly. She put her arms on the back of my chair bracketing my head, lowering her face to within a few inches of mine. I could smell my cum on her breath.

"Whatever you need, whenever you need it," she said softly, the corners of her mouth turning upward. "Friends with benefits, no commitment, that's all it is. Don't hesitate, don't think twice about it. If you're horny, come to me, and I'll be what you need. Let me do this for you, Ken."

"You don't have to-" I told her.

"I know. And you'd never press things. I want to, alright?"

"I thought you were gay?" I was so confused.

"Bi. Some bad experiences had me turned off guys for a while. I'm getting over it, thanks to you." She gave me a kiss on the cheek, and walked out of the room.

Damn, that was unexpected. Thinking about it, I got hard again. I started stroking my cock, then stopped. I closed down the internet browser, turned off the light, and walked over to Bonnie's room. I opened the door, and she sat up in bed, only the small lamp at her side illuminating the room. I walked over to the side of the bed, and lowered my sweats, exposing my new erection, nervous and a little embarrassed.

She gave me a big sweet smile, sat on the edge of the bed, and took me in her mouth. I lasted considerably longer the second time. I brushed her brown hair back, to watch that pretty face swallow my rod. 

She looked up at me, her eyes smiling, and sucked me harder, using her hands, working my whole cock. I reached down her sides, and tugged her shirt up. "May I?"

She pulled back, and lifted her arms, giving me access. I pulled her shirt off, exposing the sexiest little titties, her nipples stiff and erect. "Do you want to fuck me, Ken?" she asked.

I waved my cock in front of her mouth. "Yes, but not right now. I need that heavenly mouth again. I just wanted to see you."

She gave me a grin, and licked my shaft. "Whatever, whenever, don't forget." With that said, she took me back between her lips. 

Even though I'd come just a few minutes earlier, my stamina was extremely depleted, after the long draught of sex. I warned her I was going to come again, and she kept sucking the head, while her hand worked me fast. With a deep groan, I unloaded.

The tiny beauty sucked me dry, then pulled away, placing a tiny kiss on the head of my cock. She leaned back on the bed. "Want another one?"

"Many more, but I'm good for now. Thank you, beautiful."

"Thank you. You know where I am if you get horny in the night."

I gave her a brief kiss, and returned to bed with Jory. She rolled over toward me, and cuddled in tight. You know what? I didn't feel a damn bit guilty.

~ * ~ * ~

"You and Bonnie, huh?" Deanna asked, standing by my side in the kitchen.

I hesitated, then realized it was ridiculous to deny it. "Is it that obvious?"

"To me it is. You used to practically drool over me. Now it's back to friendsville, and the easy, comfortable way you two are together makes it clear to anyone who knows you."

"We're just friends, Dee."

"I get it. Friends with benefits. I understand. You deserve it. You certainly don't owe my sister anything, not after all you've done. I have to admit, I was secretly hoping that maybe you two could work it out, but it's not going to happen is it?"

"No. It was too much. Way too much."

Dee turned and slid into my arms. "You don't still lust after me just a little?" she teased. "It made this old broken down Mom feel pretty good."

I laughed, tilted her chin up and kissed her deeply. I placed my hand on her breast and gave it a soft squeeze, before sliding it down to her firm ass, and grinding my new hard-on into her belly. "What do you think?"

"Mmm. Thanks for that. Hubby's gonna have another good night. You'd do me if you could, wouldn't you?" she asked, and her mischievous hand rubbed my cock.

"If you weren't married, in a heartbeat."

"Why? I'm not all that," she whispered.

"Yes you are. All that and a box of chocolates. Sexy, pretty, and so beautiful on the inside it makes my heart ache. I bet you're a hellion in bed."

She kissed my chest, as my hand continued to massage her ass. "I'm not. Not at all," she answered. "Pretty boring actually. Sometimes I with I was."

"Have you given your husband a blowjob yet?"

"God, No!"

"Do it. You were willing to do it for me. He deserves at least as much. Do it tonight. Tell him you accidentally saw Bonnie doing it for me, and that he deserves that and more."

"I'd be afraid. I've denied him all these years, if I suddenly did it now, he'd get suspicious."

"Bullshit. Just tell him you're willing, you don't know what you're doing, and he needs to be patient. Make sure he showers first and is clean as a whistle. Then blow him."

She chuckled, rubbing her body against me. "You make it seem so damn easy, Ken."

"It is." I tilted her head up and kissed her again. "You've got one week. Then if you haven't done it with him, I'm going to make you do it to me."

She pulled away a bit. "You wouldn't."

"I would. So don't make me the bad guy, and don't break your vows. Blow your husband, Dee."

She sighed. "I wouldn't even know how."

"BONNIE!" I called out.

She entered the kitchen, giving me a quizzical look, while I held Deanna. "Anytime, anywhere you said?"

She nodded.

I let go of Dee, and dropped my shorts. Bonnie grinned, got on her knees and started sucking.

"Ken!" Dee whispered harshly.

"You said you didn't know how. That you've never done it. Watch. Bonnie is remarkable."

While Bonnie did her best, Deanna watched. I was a little surprised when she got on her knees beside Bonnie. I didn't get the impression she wanted to join in, just that she wanted a better view.

"You don't mind doing it?" Dee asked softly.

Bonnie pulled back, and stroked me. "I love doing it for him. Not for just anybody, for him." She gave me a quick suck. "When he told me to get on my knees and suck him in front of you, I flooded my panties. I'm going to beg him to fuck my brains out later tonight."

She sucked me for a bit, then pulled off again, rubbing my cock against her face. "I don't do that, you know? I never ask. It's whatever he wants, I told him that. Tonight I'm going to make an exception, 'cause this is the hottest thing I've ever done."

She pulled back and pointed my cock at Dee. "Want a try? Just a quick taste."

"No Bonnie. She only gets to suck Mike, her husband," I warned her.

Bonnie shrugged. "Too bad. All mine then." She returned to sucking and I moaned when she took me to the root. That was relatively new, and it drove me crazy.

"How ...?" Dee asked.

I'm sure Bonnie sensed how close I was. She held up a single finger, then pounded me deep into her throat. I groaned and grabbed her head, signaling my impending release. Normally she'd back off, stroking me with her hand, my cock barely passing her lips. Not this time. She took me back in her throat, working the last inch of my cock, until I grunted and exploded.

She held me there for many long seconds, her eyes watering, her face turning red, until I was finished. She slowly drew her head back, freeing my cock and smiling. She reached up and wiped her tears away.

"Damn, Bonnie!" I murmured.

She grinned, patting my cock, stood and pulled me down for a kiss. "You're not going to make me beg tonight are you?"

"No way. That was incredible."

I almost jerked back, when I felt Dee's hand on my cock, tugging it gently. "You really liked that, didn't you?" she asked.

"No kidding." I looked up and saw Jory standing in the doorway. I wondered how long she'd been watching. She looked a little sad, but she had an awkward smile on her face. She walked in and pushed her sister's hand off my cock. "Behave, Dee."

Deanna backed away quickly, blushing. "I wasn't going to do it, I swear."

I think we all laughed at her. She sounded so defensive. 

Jory looked at me, and I wondered what she was going to say. I was surprised when she hugged Bonnie, kissing her shoulder. "Good for you. I told you, didn't I? They're not all bad."

Bonnie nodded.

Jory moved past her, and gave me a tentative hug. "Don't sweat it, and you don't have to hide it from me. We're not married, and you've already done more for me than I can ever pay back. I'm happy for you, Ken."

I heard the words, but didn't believe a word of it.

That night, I went to Bonnie and kept my word. It was hot and intense, and she didn't hold back. I heard her soft moans, and abrupt cries of pleasure for the first time. She had always stifled them before. It was exciting, and beautiful. 

I knew in my heart it couldn't last. There was more than 10 years between us. The situation that brought us together was too bizarre. She still had two years of college to go. I was in no shape for any kind of long term relationship. My cock argued otherwise, and stayed up for her. I was exhausted when we finally called it quits. I kissed her goodnight, took a shower and returned to my bedroom.

When I got into bed, Jory was wearing pajamas. She cuddled up to me, resting her head on my shoulder. "I could have done that for you."




Yo-Yo Chronicles Ch. 01 Ending



I gave her a soft squeeze. "No you couldn't. Never again."

She sighed, and rubbed her hand on my chest, but it never strayed below my waist.

~ * ~ * ~

Two days later, I came home and Deanna gave me a huge hug and a deep kiss. "Sorry handsome. Looks like you're never going to get that blowjob."

I grinned, holding her. "You did it?"

"Oh yeah. I'm a sex goddess I'll have you know. Three times now, and he friggin' loves it!"

I chuckled and gave her a squeeze. "I knew the sex goddess thing. It's pretty obvious to those of us who know you. You've just been repressing it."

"I'm gonna get better about that. He deserves it, don't you think?"

"That and so much more. He's been very patient with you. You spend so much time over here, and he has to deal with the job, the kids, everything. Mike's a great guy."

"He is, and trust me, he's going to get rewarded."

Twenty minutes she was lying in bed beside me, while Bonnie demonstrated advanced techniques. Dee watched raptly, asking the occasional question, of both me and Bonnie. When Bonnie won my second release in a row, we called it a lesson. Dee gave me a big kiss.

"Maybe we should stop those kinds of kisses," I told her, feeling a twitch down below.

"No way. I'm gonna be Mike's sex goddess, and loyal as fuck, but if he has issues with me kissing you, he and I are going at it. You lit the fire, Ken. You deserve just a little of the warmth from it. You helped my sister for me, and I appreciate it."

With that she laid half on top of me, and kissed me with a passion she'd never displayed before. She was wearing a summer dress, and her bare thigh was rubbing my cock. I was surprised when I got hard for her, after having come twice in less that 20 minutes.

When she pulled away she was wearing a huge smile, and absolutely glowing. She reached down and gave my hard cock a shake. "I did that to you?"

"And you're surprised?"

"Three in a row? Hell yeah I'm surprised!"

I chuckled as Bonnie settled in for some more sucking. I looked down at her and shook my head. "Too sensitive for another one. How about the real thing, beautiful?"

It only took her a few seconds to drop her shorts and panties, and mount me.

Dee laughed. "I think that's my signal to go."

"Not before another one of those kisses," I teased her.

"I'm not sure if you deserve it," Dee argued.

"Not me. Your tutor. Don't tell me she doesn't deserve it."

Deanna's eyes opened wide. "Bonnie? But she's... she's a she."

"It's just a kiss. No big deal for a sex goddess," I teased.

Bonnie stopped moving, fully impaled. She gave Dee a tentative smile. "Ignore the jerk. You don't have to kiss me if you don't want to."

Dee blushed deeply. "Would you want me to?" she asked softly.

"I'd love that. I miss soft kisses sometimes. Somebody's beard grows way too fast. And he only shaves in the morning."

Deanna walked over on her knees, and pressed her lips gently to Bonnie's. She pulled back slowly, but Bonnie put her hand behind Dee's head, pulled her back and kissed her like her life depended on it. After a second or two she was grinding on my cock. It wasn't a minute later that she tore her lips away from Deanna, and cried out as she came on my cock.

Dee stared in wonder. "You came?"

Bonnie grinned, slowly fucking me again. "That was a hell of a kiss."

Dee's smile couldn't get any bigger. "Wow. Mike's never going to believe this. I'm going to fuck his brains out." She gave Bonnie a quick kiss on the lips, and I got another. "I gotta go. I'm going to soak through my panties if I stay any longer. Damn. Damn, damn, damn."

Bonnie giggled once Dee had run off. "You're corrupting her, you know."

"Hardly. I'm freeing her. I'm pretty sure Mike is going to appreciate it."

"Behave, Ken. She's nice."

"I will. Now stop teasing me."

She leaned down and kissed me hard, before riding me to my finish.

~ * ~ * ~

I left a note for Jory. "Dress nice. We're going out tonight."

When I got home, she was as beautiful as she'd ever been. I could tell she'd make a big effort. Bonnie was with her, trying to keep her calm. Dee was there as well, almost as worked up as her sister.

"What's going on?" Deanna asked.

"I'm taking your sister to dinner. Nothing bad, I promise."

She looked upset. I could guess why. It was the anniversary. One year since that day. Just a few days before my birthday. "I need a few minutes to clean up, and then we'll go out."

I tried to make it brief. I know it was probably eating her up. When I came out, I got a couple of teasing whistles. I took Jory in my arms, and kissed her, on the lips. The first time since that morning. She sank into me, kissing me back hard.

"Shh, relax," I told her softly. "I really want you to have a good time tonight, alright? Sort of 'write over' what happened."

She nodded, and I saw tears in her eyes. 

"Now wait here." I ran out to my car, and returned a minute later. I had orchids for her, her favorites. "The most beautiful flower, for the most beautiful woman," I told her.

She took them, and I was quickly on the receiving end of another big kiss. She gave the flowers to her sister, and clung to me. 

"It's time, Jory. Your chariot awaits."

I had the car detailed, and opened the door for her. Rose petals were scattered in her foot-well. She got in, and I gave her a quick kiss, before climbing in the other side. She grabbed my hand once I had the car in drive.

"How was your day?" I asked, trying to keep the conversation normal.

She chattered, like she hadn't in a year. Dr. Phelps was proud of her progress, and was cutting her back to once every two weeks. Her sister had taken her out to the spa to get glammed up. 

I talked a little about work, and then slowly brought up our past. Our far past. How we'd met, our earliest dating. By the time we arrived at the farmhouse, we'd barely gotten past our honeymoon.

We were invited into the dining room, at the isolated table for two. There was no menu, we got served what she cooked. Jory looked around and grinned. "I heard about this place. I thought it was almost impossible to get reservations here."

"You have to plan well in advance, that's true. I heard the food is out of this world."

We continued to talk about our lives, stopping before we got to that fateful night. We were served slices of a fresh blackberry pie, with homemade vanilla ice cream. It was decadent.

We thanked our hosts, and I tipped well. It had taken a lot of effort for me to get them to open their dining room for an extra night, but it was worth it.

I took Jory parking. It was the town overlook, and we put a blanket on the front hood, sat on the warm metal, leaning back against the windshield. I held her, while we watched the stars and the lights of the town below.

"This is the best night ever," she whispered, cuddling into me. 

I pulled her over, letting my hands wander, kissing her like the old days, as if nothing had ever happened. "Make love to me, Ken?" she pleaded softly.

"This is your night, beautiful. You want to do it here?"

"God, yes, now. Please, I can't stand to wait a second longer. Can we?"

"Whatever you want, Jory."

Within moments she had my pants peeled down. I hoped to God nobody else came out where we were. I'd pulled to the far edge of the viewing area, behind a stand of trees. Someone would have to be looking for us, to see anything.

Her mouth descended on my cock, and I sighed, recalling the hundreds of times she'd done that. How she still would be if not for that terrible day. I was surprised at how excited I had gotten. I had slept beside her for months, holding her naked body, and it did nothing for me. Tonight, I was solid steel.

I stopped her after a bit, climbed off the hood, hearing the metal pop back up with my weight off of it. I lifted the bottom of her dress, and removed her panties. I kissed her smooth thighs, the pale skin I knew so well, illuminated by the moonlight and stars. I kissed her, there, and smelled her need. Drops of her juices hung tantalizingly from her lips. 

"Love me, Ken. No more teasing," she pleaded.

I pulled her torward me, and teased her with my cock, running it up and down her lips, brushing through her newly trimmed pubic hair. She was moaning when I slid inside of her, making her tremble. I pulled her lower, pumping into her, leaning over her body. I kissed her deeply. "We were good together weren't we?"

"Two peas in a pod," she gasped. "Perfect."

I was quiet as I made love to her. It wasn't long before I was coming inside her. Once I'd finished, she climbed off the hood, took my cock into her mouth, and worked hard to get me up again. 

The second time was a little more frantic. I bent her over the front of the car and fucked her hard. Not viciously, but thoroughly. After a bit we moved to the back seat, where I laid her on her back, and gave her a nice long, thorough screwing, making her come for me a few times, covering her mouth when she screamed out, trying to keep our presence quiet. When I erupted inside of her, I kissed her again. "I still love you, Jory."

She burst into tears, clutching me close. "God, Ken. I love you so much. I always will. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I ruined everything."

"Shh. No talk about that, not tonight. Not on our date." I kissed her softly, uncovered her breasts, gave each one a little love, then hunted down her panties and we got dressed.

We were quiet on the drive home, and she clutched my hand in hers. When we arrived, I opened the car door for her, but walked her around the house. We sat on the back porch and I held her in my lap.

She sighed, resting her head on my shoulder. "That was the most wonderful night ever," she whispered.

"One last thing," I told her. I pulled out the strand of pearls and placed them around her neck. She started sobbing, touching them, running her fingers over them. I hugged her, and kissed her tears away. 

"Now what do you think?" I teased, nibbling her ear.

"Perfect, absolutely perfect."

"It was perfect," I said. "Baby, I want you to know, that was my birthday present for you. Almost a year too late, but this date, tonight, was my exact plan for that night. I had ordered the orchids. I had made the reservations more than two months in advance. I've had the pearls for a year. I wanted it to be romantic and perfect."

"It was, Ken. It was everything I could hope for."

"It's too bad my birthday present couldn't have been something like that."

I felt her tense up. Her hands clutched her pearls, and I was afraid she was going to break them.

"I'm sorry. I know I made a mistake. Dr. Phelps says—"

"Shhh. I'm not blaming you. I wanted you to have this evening. I'm happy to see you well, healthy, as beautiful as ever. I love that you're happy." I kissed her softly. "And I meant every word I said tonight. I do still love you."

She clutched me tightly, but I didn't hug her back. It was a few seconds before she slowly let go. "What's wrong?" she asked softly.

"Nothing's wrong, Jory. It's just time."

"Time?"

"Time for you got get on with your life. You need to find a job. You'll need to take care of yourself."

"But ... are you throwing me out?"

"No. You can stay as long as you need to. I want to make sure you land on your feet. I still love you. You gave me some incredible years. But it's time to move on. After tonight, you'll be in the guest room. Bonnie will move in to the master."

"Tonight?"

"After tonight. Tonight's still your night. The night we should have had. The night we lost. One last night, to remind us of what it could have been, so neither of us ever makes that kind of mistake again. Tonight's yours. Tomorrow, you start your new life."

"What if I'm not ready?" she whimpered.

"You are. Dr. Phelps thinks you are, so does your family. We're still here for you. I'll get you on your feet. Take all the time you need. The guest room is yours for as long as you need it. Your parents and sister have a car for you, it's your birthday present. You'll no longer be house bound. You can do this, Jory. I know you can."

"Why can't we just stay the way it is? Everything was so wonderful."

"You know why. That's the cost of your betrayal. You don't get me. Never again. We can be friends, but that's all. You did a horrible thing, and that's the cost. You lost me. Forever. I'll always be your ex-husband, never again your husband. You need to accept that."

She was quiet. No longer crying, she remained silent, while I held her in my lap.

She sighed. "Alright. I understand. I was going to say you were cruel to do this, but I can't. It was wonderful. Magical. It makes everything that much more painful, but for one evening, you gave me back everything I lost. I want to hate you for taking it away, but I can't. I still love you, and love you even more for this evening."

She snorted, almost laughing. "You make me love you even more, then take away my last hope, which I'd been clinging too since that day you came for me. Damn you, Ken."

She stood, and took me by the hand. "Stroke of midnight?"

"No baby. I doubt that we would have stopped at midnight. I'm yours until we wake tomorrow. If you still want to have anything to do with me, that is."

She tugged me upright, and dragged me into the house. It was quiet. We had the place to ourselves. There was a little banner over the table. 'Happy 28th Birthday' it read. She would be twenty-nine in a little more than a week. There was a small birthday cake on the table.

She looked up at me. "Not part of my plan, sorry. Bonnie knew that I was going to give you your belated birthday."

She swiped her finger across the cake, licking off the icing. "Let's go lover, I've got you for a few more hours. Can I pretend it's last year? Like nothing bad has happened?"

"I'd like that," I told her.

We showered together, and spent hours reacquainting ourselves with each other. We made love twice more, and she insisted on my finishing in her mouth the second time. It was difficult for me, I could feel some of the old feelings coming back. From when we were perfect. We cuddled, but she wouldn't let me go to sleep even though I was exhausted. After a half-hour rest, she went down on me again. 

"I don't think I have it in me, gorgeous."

She giggled. "I know you do. You always rise to the occasion." It took her about ten minutes but she managed to get me going.

"I ... " she blushed, then mounted me, rocking back and forth. "I want you in my bottom."

"Jory!" I snapped.

"Please, Ken. Lovingly, like we used to do it. Don't let the last time be so horrible. Once more, with love. Please."

I managed. We used a lot of lube, and took our time getting going. I had a few bad moments, and images of that last session emerged from deep inside my mind a couple of times. I heard her crying. She was on her hands and knees, and I was stroking into her steadily. I stopped, and she whined, grabbing at me. "NO!"

"Hush," I whispered. I put her on her belly, with a couple of pillows underneath her hips. I eased back into her ass, leaning my weight on her, kissing her neck. "Never forget how much I loved you. Never."

She cried softly, while I slid back and forth into her. She turned her head to the side, and I kissed her cheeks, her soft lips. I tenderly ran my fingers through her hair. Her crying ceased, and soft moans escaped her lips.

"This is all I ever wanted, Jory. To love you. None of that other stuff. To love you completely, without reserve." I had stiffened, and was able to penetrate more deeply.

"Love me, Ken. Take me. Make me yours, one last time," she whispered.

I stretched out, fingers interlocked with hers, our bodies touching for our entire lengths. I nibbled her ear, gave her small love bites on her shoulder, sucked on her neck. She was breathing hard, the tiny grunts and moans, her soft words, all indications she was going to come for me.

"Love you, Jory." I whispered. "Always."

She cried out trembling as she came on my cock. Moments later I thrust hard, coming inside her, for the last time ever. I stayed on her a while, kissing her softly. Then I ran the bath, carried her in there and bathed with her. We changed the sheets together, and fell asleep tangled up in each other.

When I woke I was alone.

~ * ~ * ~

She lasted two months. I'm pretty sure it was seeing me with sweet Bonnie, and hearing her nightly cries of passion that finally drove her out. I gave her enough money for her deposit, and went to the bank with her. We opened an account for her, and I arranged a direct deposit of $800 a month. 

"I don't want that. I can stand on my own," she had argued.

"Please. Let me do this for you. It's not a lot, but it should help. You're going to have a lot of expenses."

She gave in, and didn't complain when I gave her the money for her initial deposit, $5,000.

She found a good job, which paid almost as much as her old one had. Everyone got together and we moved her into a small apartment that fit her needs. She got the three year old car from her parents and sister. I let her take anything she wanted, and sat down with her to divide up our pictures and mementos.

Bonnie was remarkably patient with me, and all the time I spent with Jory, even after moving her into our bedroom. She still made me make it up to her every night. Baby girl was an oversexed animal. She was everything I needed. The friends with benefits thing was well past, I was falling in love.

Jory's family were incredibly thankful, always complimenting me, telling me what a good person I was. They credited me with saving Jory's life. I stayed good friends with them and Deanna, although Dee was never allowed to drop in on Bonnie and my 'special' time. I still got the big kisses from her anytime we were together.

Bonnie and I were invited to all the family events, and she was welcomed like family. I was always nervous that Mike would have a fit when Dee would track me down and curl my toes with her wonderful kisses, but he and Bonnie took it in stride, laughing at her antics. Over too many beers one evening Mike even thanked me. 

"I don't know what you did. I don't want to know. But she's a changed woman. A wild woman."

"A sex goddess," I teased.

"That and more. Thanks."

"Just so you know. We didn't do anything. She was 100% faithful to you. Kisses hugs, and maybe a few stray touches, but that was it. She's mad about you."

"That's all?"

"That's it." I took a sip. "She witnessed more. But didn't participate. Other than that one big kiss with Bonnie."

He almost spit out his beer. "She kissed Bonnie?"

"It was hot as hell. If you ever think you'd like to see that, just let Bonnie know. She loved it."

"Holy shit! She kissed a girl..."

"And she liked it," I teased.

"Damn."

Of course Jory attended all the events. We were always kind to each other. I'd give her a kiss on the cheek and a hug. We'd laugh and joke about the old times. I'd see her watching as Dee gave me my welcome kiss, and watch the sadness in her eyes. I'd catch her watching me and Bonnie, wistfully.

She attended our wedding, and was even a bridesmaid. She sat at the head table. I danced with her, reminding her quietly of our own wedding. Teasing her about our wedding night. She wore her pearls from our last date. I saw her fingering them frequently, watching me.

We never saw or heard from Myra again. Bonnie told me that she'd done six months in prison, and had moved away. Good riddance to bad rubbish.

Barclay? I have no idea. I don't care, to be honest. I didn't hate him as much. He'd suffered, and in reality, hadn't actually done anything. Being at the wrong place at the wrong time with bad intent cost him his dick and his job. 

When Bonnie was a few months pregnant with our first, we had a pool party and invited all the friends and family. I remember lying back in a lounge chair, Bonnie between my legs, leaning against me. I was rubbing her slightly swollen belly with suntan lotion. Her breasts were just starting to swell, almost spilling out of her bikini. She'd giggle and slap away my hands whenever they strayed, which was often. I saw Jory watching us, and watched the tears slowly spill down her cheeks, before she got up and ran inside the house. I didn't see her again that day.




Yo-Yo Chronicles Ch. 01 Ending



It was six years before she got married again. I made sure to pull her fiancé aside and tell him what an incredible woman she was. I never said anything about why we broke up, and don't know what she told him. Will and I became good friends. We even watched football together, and caught a beer now and then.

Jory put on a good face, but I knew. I knew she didn't love him like she had loved me. She didn't touch him like she used to touch me, didn't dote on him. I heard them argue, and knew they didn't have the same thoughts, the same dreams, the same loves and desires that Jory and I had shared. 

I saw the occasional look, when I'd hold my kids in my lap, or when I'd kiss my wife. When we'd laugh, and talk about our adventures. The way Bonnie couldn't help but reach out and touch me when she was in reach, how I'd run my hand across her rear, give her a squeeze in passing. Little kisses for no reason, that would make me smile. Whispers of what I could expect later that night, leaving me hard and on display. 

Once in a while I'd see that hint of sadness in Jory's eyes, the stray tear, and know that the memories of what she'd lost were still there, still burning. Reminders of how much I'd loved her, and how she'd thrown it away.

And I would smile, knowing my revenge was still paying dividends.

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