14 comments/ 17472 views/ 3 favorites TORN Repairing The Damage By: artykay63 I posted a story last week called Torn, a typical day. Can it be repaired? I took as a premise a story written by Patricia51. This story had prompted a response by Chagrined and X_Bishop. I wrote my view of a likely response to the letter Erica had written to Jim in which she expressed her attraction to other women, describing that she felt she had become gay, but that she still loved him. I wrongly described my story as a sequel. Because I am technically inept and lazy I did not post the link to Patricia51's story. I urge you to use the search facility on the site to look up Patricia51's story TORN, and indeed Chagrined and X_Bishop's stories as well. I had a good response to my contribution. Many urging me to sort out my editing and to finish the story off. This is not a sequel to TORN but a possible series of events that might have happened after Jim read the letter. This picks up the story the morning after Jim has read it. Artykay63 * TORN, repairing the damage! Chapter 1 of 2 Erica As I came down the stairs into the kitchen I could see that Jim had not slept well. He did not come to bed after I gave him the letter I wrote to him, in which I told him that I thought I was becoming a lesbian. I could see the pillow and blanket on his recliner in the den where he must have slept. On the kitchen table there was an envelope with my name on it, I wanted desperately to open it but the kids were busy eating their breakfast. I wanted time alone to read it, no matter what it said. I knew that reading it was going to be an emotional experience and I needed to be alone. The boys, Jimmy Junior and Eric, clattered off upstairs to clean their teeth, and get ready to catch the bus to school. They had not noticed my red eyes or the envelope on the table. At 8 and 10 years old they felt comfortable in the secure home that we had created for them. They saw Jim and me as always being there for their love and care, they thought of us as their parents a sort of collective rather than individuals. We were their Mom and Dad, and that was all they needed to know. After they had left, I sat at the table and opened the letter dreading the trauma that would be coming my way. Dear Erica. I think I have the solution to your problem. I will see you this evening when you get home from work. Love, Jim "What, Is that all?" After I opened my soul to him, all he could manage was a one liner? I could not believe that after what he had said that he could calmly treat the matter so lightly. Part of me wanted to see his angst on paper so I could see the depth of his feelings. xxXxx Jim I hardly slept at all last night. The letter that Erica had given me had made sure of that. It said that she still loved me but had decided that she had lesbian tendencies and wanted to pursue that lifestyle, despite still wanting to be penetrated by my cock but only from behind and wanting to suck me off when she felt like it. It seemed that she had absolutely no experience of being with another woman, having been rebuffed by the only one she had ever approached. As I sat in my recliner gazing absently at the wedding picture whilst I thought of the problem she had presented, I racked my brains. Was there anyone I knew who could help me with the knowledge that I lacked to deal with this? I cast my mind back over the years, had I ever known any lesbians? Then it struck me, when I was at college I had a friend in the same year called Bridget. Bridget was a gorgeous Red head with a willowy figure, one might almost say boyish. Bridget had always warded off any advances that we boys made and when the rumours started about her not being interested in boys she never did anything to deny that she was a lesbian. I was never sure if she was, but if it was true I needed to talk to her. I found her name in the phone book. She was still listed under her maiden name at her parent's address, maybe she never left home. I waited until 7.00 am before I rang her. The phone rang a couple of times before a drowsy voice on the other end said "I hope to fuck you are not trying to sell me anything!! What the fuck do you mean ringing at this time in the morning?" It was definitely Bridget, she could always match any one in a slanging match. "Bridget, this is Jim Bent, do you remember me from college?" there was a silence, as she thought. "Yep, I got you now, you were one of the good guys who never tried to get in my panties, I was quite offended at the time. You never would have done so, but you were at least supposed to try!" "Bridget, I know this is a hell of a lot to ask, but I desperately need you help with a problem that has come up in my personal life." "Jim, is this some sort of a come on!! If so don't you think that you have left it a bit late? Or are you trying to relive your youth? We all of us get older you know!" She giggled. "No Bridget, I am not after your ass, but from memory it was one of the sweetest!" Despite my distress, I could see the pert little butt in my mind's eye. "Now you are just trying to sweet talk me! OK it looks like just you managed it. What d'ya want?" "Bridget, can you meet me for a coffee, this morning at that Starbucks by West Street Mall? Okay, muffins and coffee on you! How will I know you? I could not think of any outstanding feature she might notice. "Have you still got that gorgeous red hair? I think I will recognise you first! I'll see you there at 10.00." "Make it 10.15, it takes a girl a little longer to get ready nowadays!" I jotted a quick note to Erica before I left. I needed to get away early so I didn't have to face her. I didn't want to give her any clues as to how I was thinking. I called my secretary to let her know that I was not well and to clear my appointments. I needed to get things sorted out before Erica came back from work at 5.30. The kids always waited with the kids next door until one of us came home, when they would come over. I hung around the Mall absently window shopping until Bridget would arrive. At Starbucks, I sat on an armchair by the window, so I could keep an eye out for her. I checked my phone for messages, then started dicking about with a game of solitaire. Why do we all get so engrossed in that shit? "Jim?" I looked up. Good God, I thought! Bridget still looked as stunningly beautiful and as striking as she had in college. If anything the confidence she had gained as a woman gave her even more appeal. She was slender, quite tall, at about 5ft 8, small breasts, which allowed her to stand there proudly wearing no bra under the silky cream coloured blouse which revealed her eraser like nipples. She was wearing really tight jeans, knee length brown leather boots, with a broad cowboy belt slung low on her hips. The bright sunlight streaming through the shop window lit up her flaming red hair, and accentuated how see through the blouse actually was. I could see the effect her presence had on every male in the place. There was a lull in the conversation as every man in the place turned to admire her. It was a repeat of how it had been every day at College. She still had what it took to turn heads. I stood up, and looked into her green eyes. I was only slightly taller than her, so with the heels on her high heeled boots she was more or less able to look me straight in the eye. "Bridget, you look absolutely fabulous! She had never looked better to me. She smiled at me, and said "I can see you got married then!" I wore no ring so how would she know that? "If you still think I look that good you have definitely not been out on the prowl for a while, which means you must have been at home!" She smiled provocatively. "I'll have muffin and latté please, since you are buying." She settled into the love seat next to the armchair I had been on. As I stood in the queue waiting for the coffees I looked back to see a Tall blond guy saunter over to talk to her. She shook her head as he tried to sit next to her, and pointed to me. He backed off as I walked back over, carrying the tray. "See, it's not just me, you still attract men like bears a round a honeypot!" "OK, Jim, so you're really good for my morale. Now what on earth made you suddenly look up me after all these years?" I sat back, and reached into my jacket pocket. I pulled Erica's letter out and held it in my hand. "Bridget, when we were at college a rumour started that you were a lesbian. I never had a problem with that, as it was none of my business anyway. I always thought that you may have been using it as a defence mechanism to protect yourself against unwanted advances. I never saw you show any signs that you were. But now, if you are willing to tell me, I could do with knowing if that is or was the case." She looked at me appraisingly. "I figure this has something to do with the reason we are here so I will tell you, it seems to me that if you think I am a lesbian you are not just here trying to seduce me. The fact is that I have spent my life experimenting. I don't mean I have got into kinky stuff, well not massively. Although I have tried I have never been able to maintain a long term relationship with either a man or a woman. I think it may be because I am a bit selfish or that I have trouble committing fully enough to another person. " Bridget looked into my eyes to gauge my reaction. "As you noticed from my name in the phone book I never married, and I still live at home. My Mom passed away a couple of years ago and I look after my Dad. Partly, I suppose it suited me to live with them as I have always rejected close personal relationships, and also as I was unwilling to leave them on their own. Maybe that was an excuse, but it suited me to use it when I needed." She paused as she reflected, I could see she was being totally honest with me. "Sexually I get something different from each type of relationship. I suppose I would be known as a switch in some circles. When I am with a man I tend to be submissive, but with women I definitely like to dominate. I cannot imagine being penetrated by a girl wearing a strap-on dildo. I enjoy administering but not receiving. I have always enjoyed that aspect of lesbianism, and do it for the kick I get out of that power." My imagination went into overdrive. The unwanted vision of Erica being penetrated by Bridget wearing an enormous phallus sprang to mind. I needed to concentrate here, so pushed the vision out of mind. Bridget carried on speaking. "When I want a kiss and a cuddle I prefer to do that with the right man. I am submissive to men, but I don't mean I want to be treated like some sort of slave, and get into all that yes master shit. A bit of light spanking is OK, but mainly I like to be controlled from time to time. As much as anything it is a mental thing. I feel comfortable when I have a man in charge. Does that answer your question, Jim?" "I think you have explained exactly what I needed to know, and I am sure that you will be able to help me understand this" I replied as I handed the letter to Bridget. "My wife Erica gave this to me yesterday"! Bridget reached into her hand bag and slipped on her reading glasses, this served to enhance the intense green of her eyes. "See, none of us are any younger! As she started to read the letter, I watched her face intensely, trying to ascertain which bit she had reached. She shook her head slowly as she read Erica's confession of her intent to become a lesbian. As she reached the end of the letter, she folded it and passed it back to me. As she handed it over, she took my hand in hers and looked into my eyes as she said, "You poor man. No wonder you are confused and upset. How could anyone be so silly as to jeopardise their family's happiness for a need to experiment with their sexuality. Something must have triggered this off, Is she menopausal?" "I don't think so, she is only just 39, and she has shown no signs far. This is the first real sign that there was any major problem. Sure things have been quieter in bed the last year or so, but I was happy and thought she was as well." I replied. Bridget sat thinking. "I suspect there is some sort of hormonal imbalance here and that she should really see a doctor to get checked out. I think if she was faced with the reality of the situation instead of some internet inspired fantasy, she might get her head out of where she has it buried long enough to see clearly. I think she needs a wake-up call." "She says that she want to experience a sexual relationship with another woman but she wants you to be there for her to play with when she feels like swinging back. She can't really be thinking it all out clearly if she expects you to be able to maintain the emotional support that keeps her going through life on an even keel. The fact that she says she still wants to perform oral sex on you and for you to still hold and cuddle her, indicates a deep level of confusion. " "I think that you need to show her that she can't have her cake and eat it, without permanently damaging the stable home environment that the whole family needs. She needs to see the consequences that would come from her pursuing the fantasy." Bridget had put into words the thoughts that had been scrambling around in my mind since Erica had created this shit storm. I realised that the best thing I could have done, was to call for a woman's point of view, and especially Bridget's. "Ok Bridget, how do we achieve this? I asked. She smiled at me. "I see that you are now referring to we! OK well if you want my help I am here for you. You said in your note to her that you had a possible solution and would talk about it this evening. What was you solution?" "I was going to kick her out and move on with my life!" I explained. "That sounds almost as stupid as she is being. Neither of you seem to give a shit about the boys. You both need to stop being so bloody selfish. She is obsessed with a fantasy sex life and you are thinking like a Neanderthal. Your responsibilities are to bring those boys up until they are capable of looking after themselves. You brought them into the world, they are not fucking puppies for Christmas. A child is for life. No matter what the stupid parents do, they are still responsible for the well-being of the kids. You would not just kick them out on the street with her, to find some butch dyke to teach them that as they are males they are worthless little shits, would you??" She was right. I had been thinking only of the part of this that affected me. Of course I loved my boys, but I had got tunnel vision about the whole Erica thing. "Okay, you are right, but what can we do?" I couldn't see how to achieve the goal without one of us having to leave the house but I really did not want to start down that route. Emotionally it would destroy both of us, and would just create more stress for no useful reason. "Describe the house to me". "The house is a ranch style. On the ground floor there is the kitchen, a dining room, lounge, and a den. The first floor has a master bedroom, with its own shower room en --suite. The boys each have their own room, and they share a family bathroom. Last year I knocked through into the area above the garage and put in a guest suite, a double bedroom with shower and toilet." Bridget looked thoughtful. "I think I have the solution. I need to come and stay for a few days. I can go and see my Dad each morning to set him up and leave him my phone number for emergencies." Bridget looked at her watch. "You say she gets back at 5.30 and the boys shortly before. That means we need to get started right way." "Bridget, I want to thank you for all your support, but I am worried about all of this, it is going to play out in front of the boys. I don't want anything to upset them. I am not sure about you moving in like this." I was worried that this could all go the wrong way. "Jim, trust me, you need to act now. Unless you take the initiative this is going to fester. You need to take the initiative here." By the time Erica came home that Friday evening, Bridget had already moved into the guest suite. She unpacked her bags and made herself right at home, in the way only a woman can. I had helped her get everything set up, but she would not let me see what was in the hold-all that she slipped under the bed. "That's my private toy store!" She winked at me. She parked her car in the second garage space that normally accommodated Erica's Toyota. The red BMW soft top sure looked better there that Erica's car. xxXxx When Erica came home, the boys were sitting at the kitchen counter eating homemade burgers and fries, as Bridget and they chatted away. She was telling them stories about when she and I were at College together. They were fascinated and certainly were rapidly using their shyness in front of their dad's cool friend with a sports car. As she came through the garage door into the hall Erica looked towards the kitchen, she could see me, but she could not see around into the kitchen itself from where she stood. "Jim have you gone off your rocker, what the hell do we need with a pussy magnet car?? Get it out of my space!" "Erica, I would like you to meet an old friend of mine." Jim smiled at her. "Yeah, Mom come and meet Bridget, she's really cool, and she's going to take us to the water park tomorrow in her car!! Bridget and Jim had cooked up the idea of the outing earlier, a family day out to show Erica how important that sort of thing was in our lives. As she rounded the corner into her kitchen Erica was faced with the most beautiful woman she had ever set eyes on. She simply did not know how to react, in one sense she was attracted to the beautiful red head and felt herself getting aroused but on the other hand she felt indignant that the woman had obviously used her kitchen and was taking her place. Jim helped Erica slip off her coat. "Erica, Bridget is an old college friend of mine who is in town for a few weeks on business, she is far from home so I asked her if she would like to stay in the guest suite." Erica looked at Jim as he spoke. She was not happy with the look in his eyes, the warmth that she normally saw was not there. That only reappeared when he glanced at Bridget as she spoke. "Now Jim, I told you I would only stay if it is alright with Erica! Don't you try to railroad her into doing anything." "Go on Mom, say yes!! Please mom, it would be so cool, Bridget could drop us off at school one morning in the Beemer!!" Young Eric chimed in. Erica knew that it was too late, she had already been railroaded. "That's fine, I will help you move in Bridget." "That's alright Erica. Jim had invited me to stay for the night anyway, so I have already put my stuff in the guest suite." Bridget smiled sweetly. xxXxx Erica. WTF. Railroaded? More like I had been hit by a steam train. Erica thought as she looked at Jim. "I think we had something to talk about this evening didn't we Jim?" "Later Erica, I don't think it would be polite to bring that up in front of our guest, and I am sure the boys don't want to hear such a boring grown-up conversation." Jim said pointedly. "Mom, Bridget has brought a DVD over, as it is Saturday tomorrow, can we watch it now? Bridget is going to make some popcorn." This was beginning to piss me right off. I come home to my house to sort out my husband to go along with what I want, and I get fucking supermom taking over my family. "OK then that will give me and your Dad to have our little talk." "Erica, whilst I made the burgers I took the time to make you and Jim a little lasagne and salad, the lasagne is keeping warm in the oven. I was ravenous so I had burgers and fries with Eric and Jimmy junior. There is a bottle of Merlot open over there on the side." TORN Repairing The Damage Ch. 02 Please read chapter 1.This makes absolutely no sense without it. There is no sex in this part of the story. I have posted it in loving wives for the sake of continuity. I took as my premise a story written by Patricia51. I wrote my view of a likely response to the letter Erica had written to Jim in which she expressed her attraction to other women, describing that she felt she had become gay, but that she still loved him. Because I am technically inept and lazy I have not posted the link to Patricia51's story. I urge you to use the search facility on the site to look up Patricia51's story: TORN Artykay63 * TORN, repairing the damage! Chapter 2 of 2 "Jim, go and sit out on the deck, I'll bring out the coffee." I composed my thoughts as I went about putting the coffee pot on the tray along with cups; the ritual helped me to calm down enough to tell my poor husband what was going on. I didn't know how he was going to take the news. I set the tray down on the table. I was quite nervous as I decided how to tell him my thoughts. 'Jim, I owe you a massive apology. I never intended to put you through all of the anguish that you have had to suffer over the last week. .I never intended to cause so much disruption in our lives. All I can think, is that I had a massive brain fart the day that I wrote that letter. I am not sure why I ended up thinking that way. 'My initial reaction to your plan, to have Bridget train me as a lesbian, was that you were being deliberately cruel to me, but since Bridget has explained the realities of being a lesbian, I realise now that you were only trying to help me. 'Last night I experienced what it was like to be fucked by another woman using a strap on dildo. It was at that point that I realised my mistake. I had mistaken sexual attraction and a wish to experiment with a true loving relationship.' I paused, trying to gauge Jim's reaction. He nodded and said 'I did not really want to know the details, but do carry on Erica.' 'As it was happening I can't say I really enjoyed the experience, until I looked in Bridget's eyes, when I realised that she was not the heartless bitch that I thought she was. All I could see in them was love. It was only that realisation that allowed me to orgasm. Along with that realisation I recognised that I needed to feel more than sexual attraction to achieve satisfaction. 'I also knew that I could not return the love and affection that she craved, as all of those feelings are the ones I only have for you. I could never give up my need for your love; the last few days have been killing me. Seeing your love slowly transferring from me to Bridget, and her getting the cuddles that should have been mine, made me realise what I was giving up. 'I realise now that there are different types of lesbian relationship. The one that Bridget has shown me, where she dominated me totally, the flip side of which would be if I was the dominant partner. The other type would be where we were together in a loving relationship connecting on an emotional level, and our love making would be part of that relationship. 'I can't see myself as a dominant person, and certainly don't care for being dominated and treated like a sex slave. Yes, I know that it was deliberately exaggerated to make me see sense. Bridget has told me as much. 'When I saw the love that she had developed for me, and she now tells me for you as well, in such a short space of time I realised that I could never reciprocate on an emotional level, as I already had that type of relationship with you. As you know from my letter, I don't want to give that up.' Jim heaved a sigh of relief. 'Thank God for that. I have hated every moment of this since it started. Does this mean you want to go back to how we were? I still love you with all my heart but is that enough for you? Will you still need Bridget? ' I was so relieved, my nightmare was coming to an end. He had forgiven my stupidity. I had just not thought the whole idea through in the first place. Now it was up to me to repair our torn relationship. I thought carefully how best to express myself. 'I want to make our relationship even better than it was. I want us to spend more time talking out any problems, before they get out of hand. If I had told you as soon as I had the idea that I might be gay, we could have talked the whole thing through. You would not have had to take such drastic action to try and solve the problem. 'On one level I enjoyed being with Bridget, but feel no need to repeat that aspect of our relationship again. I feel privileged to have been intimate with such a beautiful woman, but now I don't feel any need to do it again. I do feel slightly guilty that you did not make love to her. She told me that you only cuddled and she held your cock, but you did not take advantage of her. That was the moment I knew that you really did still love me. How do you feel about that? Do you think you want to make love to her? Jim thought carefully before replying. 'If I you had carried on and left to pursue the life style I think it possible that I would have started a serious relationship with her. I find her incredibly attractive and she is so good with the boys, but you are the only woman I have ever wanted. I would love to have sex with Bridget, what is not to like? The problem would be that it would only confuse the issue. You know that I associated having sex with deep emotions and from what you said, it appears , at least as where we are concerned, Bridget is already a little in love with me. It would not be fair on any of us to increase that bond.' 'That's so good to hear.' I went around the table and sat on his lap, cuddling up to my man. 'That leaves us with one problem: Bridget. You realise she has fallen in love with both of us, and she loves being around the boys. Being with us, has shown her what has been missing in her life. 'I don't mind her being around us, in fact I really like her company, but it would not be fair to have her here with us all of the time, she needs to find her own man or woman, to be with. ' xxXxx It seemed only a few minutes later that their reflections were disturbed by the return of the boys. Bridget had spoiled them again by buying a DVD. She set them up in front of the Television and made sure they were settled in before going out onto the deck. The sight of her two friends cuddled up together was almost too much to bear. She was close to crying tears of happiness; she was so glad that her mad plan had worked. Between the three of them they had managed to repair the damage in the relationship between Jim and Erica. Coupled with that realisation was the sadness she felt that she would no longer be needed here. In a very short period of time she had come to love every member if this lovely family. As she walked over to the two of them, Erica stood up and hugged her. It was too much for both of them, they both stood there sobbing. 'For God's sake you two, what is the matter with you, anyone would think the world was coming to an end'. Jim said. It served to lighten the mood; they smiled at him through the tears. 'Bridget, we both owe you so much for helping to save our marriage, I know that if I had not decided to call you that we would be in a very different place right now. Thank you for everything. I only wish there was something we could do for you. 'Jim, it's a two way street. If you had not come to me, I would still be hiding behind the emotional shell that I have spent so long creating. What you can do for me is to let me come and see you sometimes and let me take those two beautiful boys of yours on days out so I can spoil them. I know my Dad would love to meet them. He so wanted grandchildren perhaps he can borrow them as honorary grandsons? Erica smiled at her. 'I want you to be as much part of their lives as you want. They will never know how much they owe you for saving our marriage.' That made Bridget very happy. She really felt part of the family now. It was not the same as having her own, but it came a close second. That night as Jim and Erica cuddled up after making love she rested her head on his shoulder. 'Jiiim,' she started. 'Oh no,' he thought 'what now?' When she wanted to wheedle her way around him it always started this way. 'What about you brother? He's due back from active duty next month isn't he?' xxXxx * Thank you for bearing with me on this. It took a while to get to what did happen. I have finally got it out of my system. Most of the trolls will be relieved, including the one that threatened to take an axe to me. Please vote, it takes no time to do and at the end of the day, it is the only reward we get for entertaining you. TORN Repairing The Damage I watched as Bridget settled down on the love seat between my two boys with the bowl of popcorn. This was turning into a nightmare. It was as though I was being written out of my own life! Jim took me by the hand and led me into the dining room. He sat me down and brought through the lasagne with salad He placed three glasses on the table, and poured out the Merlot, then took one of them through to that bitch who was taking my place. He closed the dining room door as he returned to take his seat opposite me. He looked across at me expectantly. He was right to, he certainly had this coming! "OK who the fuck is big red? I come home from a hard day to find that bitch has taken over my life. I just can't believe it. You sure never mentioned her before, was she bimbo that you were boffing in college?" Jim looked at me appraisingly. "Erica, calm down. You may remember that yesterday you delivered the bombshell that, to put it politely, you wanted to get in touch with your most feminine side and you no longer felt you wanted me to carry out my husbandly duties in bed. I want you to know I respect those wishes." Jim said. "You may remember that I left you a little note this morning saying that I thought I had found a solution. Now if you listen carefully and don't interrupt I will tell you how this is going to be." "I can't accept that you want to take the parts of our relationship that you need whilst ignoring the parts I need and want. You say that you still want me to hold you and do the loving things that make me special to you. I have to say at the moment I can't do that for you. Tou have to decide over the next couple of weeks what it is you really want from your life and relationships." "If you were to leave in order to pursue your desire to become a lesbian then you would end up splitting up the boy's home. I have to tell you now that that is not going to happen. I don't mind if you pursue your need, as long as you are discreet. Apart from satisfying this need, you will continue to live here with me, to all intents and purposes as my wife. No one need know, you will be safe and secure and the family will not suffer. I will do without sex with you, but I will also have discreet relationships if I feel like it." "Bridget is here to initiate you as a lesbian. I have known her since college days, and I trust her to treat you as you deserve. She will be staying here at my invitation for 2 weeks, during which time you will treat her with respect. She will initiate you safely and with no risk to your health. I will be sure then that you are in no danger as you will not have to trawl dyke bars looking for your first experiences." "You and I will go to bed as normal so the boys are not suspicious, and then when we are sure they are well asleep you will go to Bridget in the Guest suite. As the suite is separate from the bedrooms any sounds will be deadened so that your activities won't disturb me or the boys." I sat there thinking, Jesus, He really has got this thought out! "That's okay for me Jim but what about you?" "I will be fine, don't worry about me, I am doing this for you so you can see what our lives will be like, without anyone getting hurt." xxXxx The music signalling the end of the DVD wafted through from the den, shortly followed by two bleary eyed boys. "Mom, Bridget is putting us to bed, she says you need to take a nice hot bath to relax. Isn't that kind." The boys started up the stairs as Bridget stepped into the dining room. "Jim, did you tell Erica about our little arrangement?" Jim looked at the two women standing in front of him. He hoped this was going to work out alright. He could not bear to think of the fallout if the plan failed. "Erica will join you later on when the kids are asleep." Bridger stood in front of Erica, looked down into her eyes, and said. "No unsightly hair and I want you to clean yourself thoroughly." Erica blushed and looked down from the steady gaze of those green eyes. "Good, I think we understand each other now." Bridget looked across at me. "Ok big boy, I leave you to send her through to me when she is ready. See you later." xxXxx Jim I took Erica by the hand up to our bedroom. I ran the bath as she took off her clothes. She stepped into the bath, and stood there as I washed her thoroughly. I made no move to excite her, I did not need to, as she was already showing signs of arousal. Her nether lips had parted, and she was flushed with pink around her neck. I finished washing her and lifted her out of the bath with a towel wrapped around her, much as you would a child. I looked her up and down. After the letter expressing her intent to become a lesbian I had lost all interest in her sexually. She could see it in my eyes as she looked at me. "I will leave yourself to do the rest, you need to shave your pussy, and make sure you clean yourself internally. I think it only fair to Bridget since she has offered to show you the way." I knew I was being cruel speaking to her this way. I had never tried to dominate her in any way before. "Why are you treating me like this Jim? I haven't done anything wrong!" She was standing trembling and tears were forming in her eyes. "Erica, you made it clear that you wanted to do this. You know that you have hurt me, but because I still love you I am making sure that you understand how it will be if you wish to pursue this need for a different life style that you have. I cannot and will not treat you the way I always have, if you want to do this." "I am making sure that you do it safely and that you will not be harmed, or that none of us will be destroyed by your actions. I am giving you the chance to see what your life will be like. Call it a preview if you will. At any time you can reject the change and we will see if we can go back to the way we were before you wrote that letter. Now, as soon as you are ready you will go through to Bridget. I think that the boys are both asleep, so go quietly." I closed the shower room door so she could finish getting ready. A while later she came into the bedroom. She was cleanly shaven and had tied her hair back. Her nipples stood out proudly. The blushing around her neck was almost red, and her vagina was completely open. I was having trouble coping emotionally. This was the woman that I had loved for so long and she was preparing to go to another person for the sex we had shared together for so long. I have always associated sex and love within our marriage. "What shall I wear?" I could hardly believe she had asked that. She wanted me to guide her to help her consummate her lesbian initiation. "Just put on a robe so if the boys see you they will not see anything unusual." The mention of the boys clearly upset her. I could see the anguish in her eyes. This was the moment she could renounce her intention. "You don't have to do this Erica, It's your choice", I said gently. I knew that I had pushed her into this before she had time to drag the whole thing out into a lot of angst and pleading and general drama. "I really want to, Jim, I need to experience this, and she is so beautiful." She looked back over her shoulder as she closed the door. "I still love you." xxXxx Bridget lay naked on the guest suite bed as Erica opened the door. Erica had never seen such a beautiful sight, the red hair pooled on the pillow framing the beautiful pale face with its pretty snub nose and intense green eyes that were slightly hooded with lust as she looked up at Erica. Her small breasts stood proudly without any sag, and her pretty pink nipples that had never fed a child stood up perkily from the alabaster skin. Her flat tummy, that had no stretch marks from bearing children, tapered away to her soft curly red hair, which was neatly trimmed into a heart shape above the small lips of her vagina. Her vagina was neat and attractive with no inner lips visible. Her long legs were slightly apart and her slim ankles showed off her delicate feet. "Take you robe off Erica. Let's see what Jim has been treasuring all these years". Erica stood there rooted to the spot, she was so self-conscious comparing herself to the nubile form in front of her. "Now would be good! Or are you not so sure now? You only have to say, no one is forcing you to do this, it's your choice. However if you remove the robe then you are showing me that I have your permission to take charge. You need to know that I am the dominant one in this relationship. . I am the teacher and you are the pupil. In future relationships you may be the dominant, but here and now I am. Do you agree and understand?" "Yes, I think so" "Erica, let's be clear here. There is no I think so about this. The answer I am looking for Is, "Yes Bridget I agree and understand and I want to continue." "Yes Bridget, I understand and I agree that you are the teacher, you will make the decisions and I want to continue." "OK when I ask you any questions or tell you what to do that is how I expect the answer to be formulated. Now strip in front of me" Erica eased the robe off her shoulders, leaving her naked and defenceless under the gaze of those green eyes. Bridget took in the sight of the woman in front of her. In some ways the sight made her jealous. Erica's body showed the signs of the love that she had experienced in her life. Her breasts were no longer as proud as they had once been and her nipples were dark brown where she had fed her two young cubs for the first eighteen months of their life, building them up to be the strong kids they had become. Looking down to her tummy, Bridget could see the faint signs of the stretch marks caused by the two pregnancies, and the navel that was no longer the attractive little button of her youth. Bridget knew that the love Jim held for his wife was deep seated, and that in his eyes he still saw Erica the young wife he had taken to the altar. She was now determined to see that Jim got back the love of his life and that Erica would be made to see what she would ruin by her insistence on this need to pursue this journey into lesbianism. She knew she was going to have a hard job on her hands. She could not show Erica what she really thought, she had to keep on playing the bitch. "Erica, stand in front of me and hold yourself open for me." She ordered. Erica was trembling with anticipation as she complied, she reached down to either side of her vagina and held her lips open, exposing the engorged inner lips, with the prominent clitoris standing up above them. Bridget stood up, and walked around Erica pointedly looking down at her, she was at least 6 inches taller than the housewife that stood lewdly exposing herself. "I see you have never really got your figure back since you had your boys, have you?" Bridget squeezed Erica's buttocks. "Carrying a bit of a booty here! Jim must love you a lot to let you carry that around." Bridget walked around to the front. She reached down and slipped a finger up inside Erica's vagina, quite firmly until she touched her cervix. It was deliberate. She wanted Erica to feel her touch the core of her womanhood, her womb. She rubbed all around the smooth nub, and as she removed her fingers from it she hooked one on Erica's G spot and pulled up so that Erica was on tiptoe. "It seems you have wet yourself Erica, or is it just that you are wet for me to have you?" Bridget took her fingers and put them on Erica's lips, pushing them into her mouth before she could answer. "You can let go of your cunt now, Erica. Kneel down in front of me." Erica knelt down with her legs together. "NO Erica, when I say kneel down it is always with your legs open! Do you understand?" "Yes Bridget. I understand." "Please lick my pussy Erica. You may hold me open so you can get your tongue in as far as possible. I will be coming all over your face, so when I say now, you will push you face hard against me." Erica reached up and parted the beautiful lips to reveal Bridget's pink core, which was glistening with her juices in anticipation of the treat in store. She touched the small clitoris with the tip of her tongue, teasing into a stiff bud. She became more and more enthusiastic, as Bridget struggled to remain upright against the spasms that were building up in her abdomen. She knew she was not going to last long. Erica could feel Bridget's excitement, as the taller girl grabbed her ponytail. She felt Bridget pulling her head closer to her opening. All of a sudden Bridget cried out, "NOW" and with a vice like grip Bridget thrust her cunt against Erica's face. The juices flooding out of the coral pink cunt almost drowned her as she was held against Bridget's hole. Bridget pulled Erica too her feet, and looked into her eyes. "That was very good for a first time, I can see that you are going to be a good pupil." "That is the end of the first lesson, you now know how to service a dominant female. Normally you would not be allowed anything else tonight, as I want you to remember every detail about this experience. But as you will not sleep if I leave you like this and I don't want you tired and bitchy around Jim, the boys and me tomorrow, you may play with yourself in front of me." Erica could not believe what she was hearing, this is not what she had read on the internet. Bridget was supposed to return the favour. She started to protest, "It's your turn to do me now!! I made you come!" The slap, right across the cheek, stung and shocked Erica. "Erica, you will not talk to me like that or question my training of you. I was going to allow you to play with yourself, but you have blown that now. Get into that bed, and I mean now." Erica was so shocked she got straight on the bed. No one had slapped her since she had cheeked her mother when she was 10 years old. Bridget reached into the holdall next to the bed, pulling out some handcuffs. She pushed Erica on to her back and roughly grabbed one wrist and clicked on the handcuffs, before quickly repeating it for the other wrist attaching her with her arms up to the bed stead, which Erica had so carefully chosen for its beautiful wrought ironwork. "Right I will see you in the morning, and no snivelling all night. Remember If I have any trouble with you tomorrow you will get punished tomorrow night. " "Where are you going Bridget? What happens if I need a wee?" "You were told to come to me ready for anything, so you must have already have had a wee. You are not some snivelling kid. As to where I am going, I will be spending the rest of the night cuddled up to Jim. He has needs that you no longer satisfy. I know he needs a cuddle to get off to sleep properly. I will be back in time for you to get back to your bedroom before the boys are up." Bridget turned out the light as she shut the door on the distraught housewife. xxXxx Jim opened his eyes, as he felt Bridget slip into the bed next to him. He was about to ask when Bridget, leaned over him, "Shush Jim, not now, I will tell you later. It's all going to be alright in the end." He felt her hand gripping his cock and her nipples press against his side as she settled down to sleep. "I want to be fresh for you and the boys tomorrow when we go out, Erica certainly is not going to be!" She murmured. It seemed a few minutes later that he was aware of her slipping out of his bed. As she made her way across to the bedroom door, she whispered, "See you later big boy. I think you should get that thing registered. God, what a stupid bitch!!" He lay there drowsily as the door opened again. The cold air brought into the room was a warning of the storm that was to come. "You fucking set me up you evil bastard. I licked that bitches pussy and she left me hanging, she then handcuffs me to the bed, and comes in here and shags my husband!! I should cut off your balls and shove them down her throat!!" "Good morning Erica, did you have a pleasant first experience? I don't want any details as it is none of my business. Bridget seemed to think you had done very well for a first lesson. No we did not shag as you so nicely put it, we just had a little cuddle. You know how I like that at night." "That was the bit I said I wanted to keep in our relationship!! I want to do that!" "But Erica the bit that I wanted to keep, you decided you could not, so it just goes to show that we can't all have what we want at a whim. I arranged for Bridget to train you as a lesbian, but now you are saying that does not suit the way you want it to be. Perhaps you should reflect on what you really do want. Now please stop whining and go and get breakfast on for the boys. Bridget and I will be down shortly." "You are not going to go to that skank again are you? Slap right across the cheek! Again! Erica could not believe he had slapped her. "I told you that you would treat our guest with respect. If you cannot do that then this experiment is over and you will be responsible for breaking up this family. Put up or shut up." xxXxx Erica This was just not going how I wanted it to. Jim had raised his hand to me for the first time in our married life. Sure he had given me a friendly spank now and then, but the fury in his eyes as he had slapped my face frightened me. How could I have driven him into that state? I only wanted to sort out my feelings and emotions over the need to experience my dream and need to be a lesbian. Even that had been different from my expectations! I had got so aroused only to be taught that in this particular lesbian relationship I was going to have to toe the line. I don't know if I had been prepared to be the submissive one in the partnership. I had never thought of myself as a either a submissive person or ever even met a 'Bull dyke', I certainly had never thought of myself as dominant, so what was I? I had always perceived that type of person as looking masculine and dominant. Bridget looked so feminine. I had assumed my dream would lead to a Sapphic love affair where we both tenderly caressed each other to orgasm and bathed in a soft afterglow of satisfaction as Jim and I always had. But I still wanted to cuddle Jim, God this was so confusing. I went into the shower room and looked in the mirror. I had a big red mark across my cheek, my eyes were puffy with dark rings under them, from lack of sleep. My wrists were slightly bruised from being handcuffed to the bed all night. I saw a middle aged woman who had lost direction. I felt and looked terrible. I felt a lot better after I had showered and bathed my face in cold water. By the time I went back into the bedroom Jim was already down stairs where I could hear breakfast being prepared and the excited chatter of the two boys planning their day out. OK pull yourself together. A pair of slacks, a comfortable top. Ready for a day out with my loving family. I put on a little make up to hide the rings under my eyes, just a touch of pink lipstick, a little squirt of the perfume that Jim had bought me for Christmas. I felt ready for the world. As I walked into the kitchen the boys looked around expectantly, when they saw it was me the enthusiasm dimmed in their faces. "Hi Mom, is Bridget up yet?" "I am sure she won't be long. I think I heard the shower in the guest suite. Have you had breakfast yet?" "No we're waiting for Bridget, she is going to make us some special pancakes!" Jim looked across at me from the coffee machine, "How about a coffee while we are waiting?" I nodded as I looked at him. He looked so good in his open necked linen shirt that just showed off his hairy chest. He had fared better than I had since we got married. His slim figure was shown off to perfection by the hip hugging jeans and the broad leather belt with its Harley badged belt. I suddenly felt afraid. I had let the most beautiful woman I had ever seen into my house to be my partner in lesbianism, and it was obvious she was AC/DC. What if he fell in love with her? Her and her "just a cuddle." TORN Repairing The Damage I felt her presence more than I heard her entering the room. The atmosphere changed instantly, the boys instantly perked up and Jim's eyes softened as he looked over my shoulder. I turned to look at her. She was every boy's wet dream. My boys were too young to know but they had been affected by her, just as surely as their father. Their nascent instincts told them they needed to be with her. Such a frightening thing human nature. I was the one that was supposed to be interested in her!! Me. I was dressed comfortably like any mum ready for a day out. Bridget was dressed casual chic. The emerald green wrap around dress set her shiny red and gold hair sat on her shoulders creating a perfect contrast of rich colours. Her pearl and emerald necklace accentuated the curve of her elegant neck. Below the hem of the dress, her long legs and shapely ankles were accentuated by a pair of strappy sandals that showed of her perfectly formed toes. I hated her, she looked so perfect. I wanted her because she looked so perfect. She looked at me, knowing, as only a woman could, exactly what was going through my mind. "I hope you slept well, Erica. I know how much you are looking forward to our day out. At the water park!!" I have my bikini all ready, I hope you boys have got your trunks and towels ready!" My bikini days were over, I had a one piece, as I did not want to parade my scars of motherhood in front of the world. "Right, who's for pancakes then? Bridget looked at the men enquiringly. "Me, Me, Me!" The three boys chorused. "I hope you don't mind me using your kitchen again Erica, but I promised the boys I would make pancakes for breakfast. I use my grandmother's recipe when I was little she always made them for me when I stayed with her. They are paper thin Crepes, with cinnamon in the mix. As they are so thin they don't have a huge calorie count so you should be okay with them." The bitch. I was fit to explode but as the boys were all looking at me, I forced a smile and said "No that would be great Bridget, I am sure they will be delicious". "That is very kind, Erica. Let me give you a lesson." She smirked at me, she knew exactly what she was doing to my mind. "Yes Erica, let Bridget teach you!" This from Jim. Both of them were at it now. "I will make the batter, whilst you watch, then we will share the cooking. Boys get out some toppings and lay the table, get some juice out and get ready for an experience!" She ordered. Jim and the boys started following her instructions. She had them eating from her hand, literally. I felt totally superfluous in my own kitchen. I stood watching her deftly turning out the thin pancakes. She had no intention of letting me do anything. "Erica, if you could do the dishes now it will save time later, we don't need the mixing bowl any more so you can start with that." My cheeks reddened with the humiliation. I was now her kitchen skivvy. "That's right, you can leave it all to drain. That way it will all be dry to put away later when you get back from the water park. " If Jim noticed the power play that was going on before his eyes he did a good job of hiding it! "OK Boys dig in. There is plenty for everyone Eric, no need to grab as many as you can. Jimmy junior I think three is enough. I don't want you getting sick in the pool!" I was close to tears of frustration, now she was teaching my boys manners. "Erica, one for you? Jim, four for a big boy?" She slid one for me onto a plate, and squeezed a little lemon onto it. She handed me the plate. "That should be enough to keep the wolf from the door, Erica." Now I was on bloody rations. The pancakes all disappeared as if by magic. Only the satisfied grins on the face of my men showed they had ever been there. "Wow Bridget, I wish you were here all the time, Mom never cooked pancakes like that." "I am sure she will learn, boys. I will teach her all I know!" xxXxx The drive out to The Mountain Ash Water Park only took about an hour as we had got an early start, we had to be there as early as possible. As it was a sunny Saturday in June meant it was going to be busy so we wanted to beat the queues. Jim had got into the front of the small sports car, whilst I sat in the back between the two excited boys who chattered non-stop all the way there. Jim and Bridget were talking to each other as we went along, for all the world looking like a married couple. The chatter of the boys and the wind noise meant that I could not hear what they were saying. I was as jealous as hell. We had been to Mountain Ash once before when the boys were a little younger, since then some new slides had been added and the barbecue area had been added. There were some other attractions apart from the pools, but Jim and Bridget decided that we should do all of the water activities before lunch, then may be look around in the afternoon. The changing rooms for the pool area were semi open cubicles, I took one cubicle and Bridget took the one next to me. I had just finished putting on my costume, a light blue one piece, which although I say it myself, showed off my figure in the best way. I knew that Jim liked it, every time I had worn it I could see the signs that he was getting turned on looking at my camel toe which I always pretended not to notice. "Erica, you don't think this is a little too revealing to wear in front of the boys do you? Bridget was standing by the cubicle as I turned around. Revealing was not really the right word for the skimpy dark blue bikini. The thing was, actually the material covered her breasts quite well, in the same way as the bottom half covered her slim bottom. The problem was that its colour and cut accentuated everything that was beautiful about her body. It was as though it had been designed to adorn her rather than cover her. "I think it is perfectly decent enough, Bridget, it looks fine on you!" What else could I say, I could not put my thoughts into words. Even though she was being a bitch to me she was so beautiful and sexy I could not help but get aroused. We walked side by side out onto the deck by the pool where the boys and Jim were waiting. The moment we came into view I knew that I had faded into the background, shaded by the tall redhead. Jim did not even look at me. His eyes were drawn to Bridget. I knew the lustful look he gave her so well, there was no doubt in my mind as to what he wanted to do. The evidence of his interest was clear in the shape forming in his swimming trunks, which he quickly tried to hide by holding his rolled up towel in front of him. The same effect rippled around the pool as more and more of the guys noticed her standing there. Even the boys looked startled "Bridget, you sure are pretty! Isn't she Mom?" Jim junior said looking at me. His voice seemed to break the spell that had settled over the men, who all started looking in the other direction as their wives and girlfriends started reacting. "Bridget looks great, darling. She has not had to spend a long time bringing up and looking after a family, so she has had a lot of time to spend on her appearance." I knew that this would go over the youngsters head, but the comment was aimed at Jim. I sidled up to Jim and said "Jim, close your mouth you look ridiculous. Get your mind out of your trunks and start acting like a father. Remember who you are married to and start showing that you do in front of the boys. You promised that you would not embarrass me." I think that my assertiveness paid off. For the rest of the morning, we three adults took it in turns to play with the boys on the flumes, slides and had a great time with the water cannons. The water brought out the kid in all of us, and the tension of the odd situation receded into the background. I managed to get some control back over the boys at lunch time. They were all for burgers and fries but as I pointed out, they had eaten burgers the night before, so I insisted they had salad for the main course. The benefit of that was probably completely lost in the enormous ice creams that followed it. Still they were happy. The afternoon went well too. I had put on the sensible clothes that allowed me to go with Jim and the boys on the tree top walk, a high strung rope walkway that ended in a rope slide on a pulley back to the ground, where Bridget was waiting for us. As I slid down the rope looking down I could see the usual interest that seemed to follow her everywhere was being maintained. The two lads that were supposed to be catching us as we descended were obviously totally distracted. If I had not have hollered I think I would have smacked into the tree that served as the ground anchor. I stood there to ensure that they caught the two boys, and then Jim landed next to us all. "I think it would be a good idea to start for home as it is now four o' clock, if we go now we can beat the crowds." The adults managed to put on a united front to overcome the mutinous boys. The trip back in the car was frustrating as the first one. Even though Jim junior and Eric fell asleep, the music playing over the stereo and the wind noise, once again conspired to stop me hearing what Jim and Bridget were talking about. That evening the boys were worn out, so they were packed off to bed and asleep by 9 o'clock. I was completely taken aback when Jim got up from his chair, as the television show he was watching finished. "I am heading out to the Lone Bar to sink a few beers, John from work says he sometimes goes there on a Saturday, as they have a band play. I'll see you later ladies." In all the time we had been married he had never ever done this. He didn't even ask me if I wanted to go along with him. We never went out on a Saturday night without each other, and certainly he had never gone to a bar on his own without me. Before I could say anything, Bridget stood up. "Here Jim take my car, it's still out on the drive!" "Are you sure! Gee thanks, John will be so envious." He smiled like a kid at Christmas. xxXxx Bridget. I had a fabulous day out with the Bents. I had never had a family to interact with and I was beginning to realise what I had been missing all of the years since college. My inability to hook up with anyone had put me into the lonely shell I lived in. I knew that it was my fault that I had isolated myself. Jim was right about his observation that I had hidden behind the belief that everyone at college had that I was a lesbian. I am not being vain when I say that I know that I am attractive. From the age of fifteen men had been looking at me like wolves eyeing up a tasty lamb. The first time I had sex it was with a guy at a party. He was as young and inexperienced as I was so the whole thing was a disaster. He did manage to penetrate me, but as soon as he had painfully taken my virginity he simply ejaculated and then had the nerve to ask me if it was good for me. I was so reluctant to repeat the experience I started putting on a front to protect myself which led to the rumour that I was a lesbian. That in turn led to some advances from a few girls. I decided after the first time I had sex I would prefer to control the sex in a relationship. I found that easy with other women, who tended to be in awe of my body. I enjoyed that control and the women seemed to like it to. I carried on living at home to look after my Mom and Dad. At least that was what I told myself but really I think it was because they still provided the love and affection that I needed. Had my self-containment blinded me to my own needs for real love and affection? This was not playing out as I wanted it to. I had come up with this crazy plan to show Erica the error of her ways as a favour for a friend, but now I was becoming involved with the lives I had so glibly decided to play God with. Bridget will fix all of your problems. Ha! But who will fix all of hers. I knew that both Erica and Jim were in awe of me physically, but what they did not know was that deep down there was a shy person hiding behind the big personality I portrayed. In truth I was envious of both of them and their lives. What really frightened me was that I felt I wanted to be part of that life. I decided that I needed to follow the plan. It is what I had agreed to do for Jim, and I was not going to let him down. The thing about him borrowing my car and going off to the pub was part of a plan we had set up coming back from Mountain Ash. It was designed to unsettle Erica. Erica looked at me. "He has never gone out like that before. Did you know about this before just now?" "I thought Jim had explained to you that he reserved the right to create another life alongside your new life. Didn't he say he might have the odd discreet relationship in the same way as he is allowing you?" I watched her carefully to detect what effect that would have on her. I did not have to wait long for her reaction. As she burst into tears, my heart went out to her. "But I love him, he does not need to go looking elsewhere!" She sobbed. "Erica, you have total control over this situation for the next two weeks. After that I think that other circumstances might apply. I will ask you again. Do you want to abandon this experiment with your life here and now?" I waited for her reply as she stood there with realisation dawning on her face. "I do still have control. I set out to pursue my dream and I intend to see it through." A look of determination came over her face. I was not surprised. There was a very stubborn side to this woman. "Are you ready for your next lesson, Erica?" I posed the question. "Yes, Bridget please teach me some more." xxXxx Erica I went upstairs to prepare for my next encounter with Bridget. I removed all of my clothing and stood naked in front of the mirror. I knew that I could not compete with Bridget's boyish figure, but I had something that she did not. I looked fruitful. I had produced two boys for my husband, and Bridget could not compete with that. This thought gave me some confidence. I heard her go into her room as I was drying myself after my shower. I waited a few minutes before following her. As I slipped into the room she was tying her hair back having dried herself off. No matter how many times I saw that figure I would never ever forget the instantaneous effect she had on me. I have always lubricated when I am excited, but whenever I saw her It was almost as though I had wet myself. The juices actually started running down my legs. Bridget turned to me and looked me up and down, her eyes resting on the evidence of my excitement. "Goodness me Erica, you look good enough to fuck. Why don't you lie on the bed, whilst I get ready?" She bent over in front of me, delving into the magic holdall where she seemed to keep all sorts of interesting thing. God, I could see her open vagina peeping between her thighs. I was close to coming just looking at her. My prayers that she was not looking for the handcuffs were rewarded, as she stood up holding what appeared to be a harness, made out of black leather. She reached into the holdall again and withdrew a large black dildo, it must have been 8 inches long and was certainly thicker that Jim's cock. "I seem to remember from the letter you wrote that you could only accept Jim penetrating you was that if he did it from behind doggy fashion, so you could imagine it was a woman with a strap on. Now you are going to experience what that actually feels like!' Bridget fitted the harness around her hips, having put the dildo in place. I was so excited I had a small orgasm as she knelt between my legs. She eased forward until she was on her hands and knees directly above me, as I felt the dildo push against my entry. 'I would normally use a lubricant for a beginner like you, but you are so wet there is no need. This is going to feel like nothing you have felt before. If you find it too much you need to tell me." She nudged forward, and the dildo eased its way into my cunt. It filled me like I had never been filled before. She started the rocking motion that gradually pushed it further up inside me. It felt strange as it reached my cervix, I was used to the soft warm feel of Jims' cock but this felt foreign to me. It felt like what it was, a plastic implement. It was never going to get excited, like Jim, at being in me. Bridget's eyes were now only inches from mine, and she rested her breasts on my chest as she withdrew and thrust into me, going deeper each time. Finally she had the thing all the way in. I had not been sure that I would be able to take it all. Once she was sure that I could cope she started thrusting harder and harder. I think what actually triggered off the massive orgasm was my mind. It certainly was not the sensations coursing through my cunt which felt stretched beyond comfort. They say that the mind is the greatest sex organ of all and I think I proved it to myself there and then. It was the sheer naughtiness of being fucked by Bridget, and the fact that she had an enormous come at the same time, looking into my eyes. For that split second we both saw into each other's souls. There was a deep loneliness and a need for love in her eyes. I knew now that the hard-nosed bitch lying on top of me was actually human after all. She was as vulnerable as I was. God, what a bloody mess I had created. How on earth were we all going to get over this? I held Bridget in my arms as she wept over my naked body. Then we fell asleep in each other's arms. xxXxx Jim I pulled onto the drive around I.00 a.m. that Sunday morning. I had a good time hanging out with John listening to the band. I had been able to relax after the tension of the previous few days. I was not sure what to expect when I went upstairs. I listened at the guest room door to see if I could hear what, if anything, was going on. It was totally silent and the lights were off. I suppose I expected to find one of the two women that were in my life lying in bed waiting for me. What I did not expect was to find the bed empty. In some ways I was relieved. The events of the day had disturbed me. On one hand there was my love for Erica. That coupled with the strain of having to be hard on her to show how wrongly I felt that she had acted, conflicted with my need to show my affection for her. I needed the cuddles that were part of our life, but felt I could not soften in any way that might let her believe that she could have her cake and eat it. On the other hand, I realised that my attraction for Bridget was very strong. If she gave me any further encouragement I knew that my feelings for her would become strong enough to damage my family permanently. I fell asleep wondering what tomorrow held for us all. Sundays was the day I used for doing all of the yard work and any project I had on the go. The boys would try and help if they were interested, so I always tried to find at least one job that they could help with. I decided that I would wash and clean out the cars. I lay there dozing as I waited for any sign of movement. I looked at the clock. It was time Erica came back to our room if she was going to do it before the kids started their day. Sure enough the bedroom door opened quietly, as she slipped into the room. I had my eyes closed, waiting to see what would happen next. I could sense her standing looking down at me. Convinced that I was still asleep, she went into the bathroom, and I heard the shower start up. In other times I would have gone and joined her, there was a certain magic to making love early I the morning whilst the house was still silent. It helped us bond as a couple. Shortly I heard her come back to the bedroom, and was expecting her to slide into bed next to me. Through half opened eyes I saw her getting dressed, her back was to me so could not see the expression on her face. TORN Repairing The Damage As soon as she was dressed I heard her go down the stairs. The boys must have been really bushed after the day out yesterday as there was no other movement. I put on my working clothes and followed Erica to find her in the kitchen. She was busy setting out cereal and making coffee, but seemed to have difficulty looking at me. I was just about to try and get to the bottom of what was going on when the calm before the storm was broken by the collective arrival of the kids. "What are we doing today Dad? Are we going anywhere?" I told them that I needed their help cleaning the cars. As I ate my breakfast talking to the boys, Erica and Bridget went out onto the deck to drink their coffee. I could see them talking intensely. I really wanted to know what was going on. They were not arguing but I could see that they were a bit emotional. The boys always enjoyed cleaning the cars, making a competition of whose car was best after they had finished. I always had them do the interiors as they were better at crawling into the small spaces. They asked Bridget if they could do the Beemer. When they started to argue about who got to do it she came out from the garden where she was talking to Erica and said that they had to share it. As she turned to go back to Erica I caught her arm gently. "Bridget, what is going on?" I asked. "Jim, nothing bad, but things just got way more complicated, you will just have to wait until Erica and I have talked things through for a while." She said. I looked into her eyes and realised that they betrayed the fact that she no longer felt so self-assured. She turned and went back to the deck. As she walked away I watched her. I knew that my feelings for her and my attraction was getting way too strong. After all, if the plan worked then she would be out of my life at the end of the following week. At lunch time the boys and I went back into the house to find the girls had laid the table and were working together in the kitchen making some pasta and tuna bake. Their body language was totally different to anything I had seen between them before. I could not put my finger on what I was seeing. It was a mix between sister and sister, mother and daughter and lovers. I was really worried now, had I made a complete idiot of myself here? Had I let a predatory lesbian take my wife from me? What the hell was I to do now? I sat opposite Erica as we ate lunch. The boys were chatting at Bridget, who seemed distracted. I looked into Erica's eyes but could not read anything, they seemed neutral, but she would not hold my look. For the first time in our marriage I couldn't read what she was thinking. She looked across at Bridget as she said 'Bridget, how would you like to take the kids to the cinema this afternoon? Jim and I have to talk.' The boys went ballistic as Bridget agreed. A long discussion about what they were going to see started. Eventually, decision made, the three of them piled into the car and set off to the multiplex. xxXxx Erica As the noise of the boys and Bridget leaving receded I started to clear the table as Jim sat there looking at me. I could see he was really worried, my heart went out to him, but he was as responsible for the mess we had created as I was. I let him stew as I finished clearing the table. He came and helped me finish up in the kitchen. "Jim, go and sit out on the deck, I'll bring out the coffee." I composed my thoughts as I went about putting the cafétière on the tray along with cups, the ritual helped me to calm down enough to tell my poor husband what was going on. I did not know how he was going to take the news. xxXxx Thank you for taking the time to read this far. I hope you enjoyed reading it enough to vote. Erica, and Bridget have decided what they are going to do. At the moment I am not sure what that is but I am sure they are going to let me know very soon. One of them normally wakes me up at around 5 in the morning pestering me to get up and write it down. Jim and I can't wait to find out. As soon as they tell me I will let you know! Artykay63©2013