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When One Door Closes

By: R M Roxinger



Amy and I had been married a year. She was 4 months pregnant with our first child. Life was bliss.

Then one late winter afternoon, she collapsed to the floor behind a counter at the clothing store where she worked. A pair of customers whose payment she'd been processing called 911. They did their best to revive her, as did the paramedics once they arrived. But once she reached the hospital, Amy was pronounced dead on arrival of cardiac arrhythmia at age 21.

I was devastated, as was Amy's mom Marlene. At the funeral we sat together for emotional support. After the burial I drove Marlene to her house, which was halfway around the block from mine. Once inside, we cried in each other's arms for hours.

After the last tear was shed, we let go of each other and Marlene said, "It seems like history has repeated itself. Back when I was pregnant with Amy, her dad was on a construction job and slipped off a roof to his death. Now it is you who has lost a spouse, and I a daughter."

"Not only that," I replied, "I've lost a child, and you a grandchild--and we never had the chance to find out whether it would be a boy or a girl."

There were a few moments of silence. Then I walked back to the front door, Marlene thanked me for helping her through our common loss, and I drove back home.

A few weeks later, spring came. One evening my doorbell rang. It was Marlene. She had jogged over, as was evident from the white halter top, black shorts and blue pantyhose she wore, plus the lack of a car or bike nearby. Her height was almost the same as mine. Her straight blond hair cascaded halfway down her chest. After a few moments of looking at her, I invited her in, then zapped a pan of soup in the microwave.

While the soup was heating, Marlene and I hugged as a sign of how glad we were to see each other again. I kissed her cheeks, then she mine. Then we looked into each other's eyes and I felt an erection growing in my jeans and pressing against her thigh. "You ARE glad to see me, aren't you?" she said with a giggle.

"Yes, Mar," I replied, "I do enjoy your company." Then we tightened our embrace, I kissed her on the lips, and I could feel her ample breasts pressing against my chest.

We were in liplock when the microwave beeped. Marlene said, "Sounds like our dinner is ready." So we broke our embrace and I took out the soup and poured it into 2 bowls. Once I carried them to the table, I sat down first, then she took a seat next to me. 

As we ate, we didn't say a word. But while she ate her soup with one hand, she rubbed one of my legs with the other. I enjoyed the attention, so I let her continue until we both finished eating.

When dinner was over, I walked upstairs to my bedroom. I sat on the bed, leaned back and stretched. Then I turned and saw that Marlene had entered the room. As if by reflex, I quickly sat back up.

"Did I startle you?" she asked.

"Yes, but your presence here is fine. I don't mind at all."

She walked toward me, I stood up and once again we embraced. She said, "I thought you could use some attention. I'm sure you've been starved of it these past few weeks."

"Well," I answered, "everyone does need affection, that human touch, every now and then, and I sure don't get much now, with Amy gone."

"You need not worry anymore, sweetie. When one door closes, another opens." With that, we locked lips again, this time with her initiating. While kissing, we rubbed each other's backs. Eventually I withdrew my lips from hers and began kissing her chin, then her neck and whatever of her upper chest her halter top did not cover.

Marlene made the next move. She lifted my shirt over and off me, then planted a trail of kisses down my neck, all around my chest, and back. When she reached my lips, she hesitated as if waiting for me to do something.

Taking her hint, I undid her top and flung it to the floor. I took a little time to stare at her newly naked breasts. Her 42 years had brought a little sag to them, but they were still fairly firm. The areolas were about the diameter of a 50-cent piece; the nipples were as big around as my pinkies. I knelt just enough to make my head level with her breasts, then started kissing them. While kissing the right breast, I caressed the left one in my right hand. I kissed every inch but the nipple; once I got to that, I teased it with my tongue, then began sucking like a hungry baby. She, meanwhile, ran her hands through my hair and sighed softly as if she enjoyed what I was doing. After a while I switched, kissing and sucking on the left breast while massaging the right.

When I finished playing with her breasts, Marlene unzipped and pushed down my jeans. Then, remembering that I still had shoes on, she knelt and untied those. I stepped out of them, then she took off my socks and I stepped all the way out of my pants. Starting at my feet, she kissed up my legs one by one. Her subsequent standing up was my cue to make my next move.

Just as she had done for me, I untied her shoes and she stepped out of them. Then I pushed down her shorts, and only her pantyhose remained. I knelt and felt her legs through the smooth fabric. I started at her feet, figuring I'd save the best (her buttocks) for last. So while kneeling, I rubbed one leg from foot to thigh, then the other. Then I stood up and rubbed her rump; almost as soon, she did the same for me.

The next move was Marlene's. She removed my last piece of clothing, my briefs, which by then had accumulated a small wet spot from my pre-orgasmic fluid. She freed my rock-hard penis from its confines, then knelt and sucked on it, licking off a few love drops. Then she stood up.

Once more, it was my turn. I took her pantyhose by the waistband and lowered them, inch by inch, until they were all the way off. I returned the oral-sex favor by licking her vagina. From her breathing as I did so, I could tell I was pleasing her.

After a while, I pulled out the bed covers and motioned to her to lie down. Once she did so, I gently spread her legs as I crawled onto the bed. I inserted my penis into her vagina. As I thrust up and down, we both heaved, sighed and moaned.

"Oh honey," she said between sighs, "I feel pleasure like I haven't known in years."

"Ah, Mar," I replied, "I too feel pleasure, like I haven't known in a while myself."

Suddenly, I could feel it! The sexual energy that had built up inside me over the past few weeks was about to explode; I was about to inseminate my mother. I grabbed her breasts and held onto them for dear life, and finally the inevitable happened. My penis erupted, sending spurt after spurt of my semen into Marlene's womb.

"Yes, yes!" she exclaimed. "Give me all your love! Every drop of it!" After the last spurt, I stayed inside her until I went soft. Then I got up, turned off the light, and climbed back into bed. Marlene and I lay on our sides, hugging and kissing until we fell asleep.

A month or so later, she visited me again. As soon as we shut the front door behind her, she said in an excited tone, "Hey cutie, have I got news for you!"

"What is it, Mar?" I asked her.

"I'm pregnant."

I took a moment to process the news, then asked, "Really?"

"It's true, honey. You knocked me up."

I could hardly believe it! Considering her age, little did I suspect that she was still capable of conceiving. But I had indeed planted a child in the very same womb from which my late beloved Amy had come.

"So," Marlene asked with a wink, "what do you think?"

"After all our losses over all these years...it looks like fate has given us both...a second chance at parenthood...a new beginning!"

Indeed it did. As her pregnancy progressed, Marlene put her house up for sale and moved in with me. Shortly after Christmas, our daughter Angela was born.

When One Door Closes...



Begins as a story that would belong in Loving Wives (even though she isn't very loving). Things change and the story might fit for a while in Erotic Couplings then it shifts again and gets into Group. There is a fair amount of sexual activity; oral, coitus, girl on girl, watching, threesome and foursome sex, and cheating.



For the last five years I've driven my wife to LAX (Los Angeles International) so she can go to conferences sponsored by the company she works for. The conferences are in October in Boston, headquarters of the company and March in San Francisco where the weather is better. She always comes back with tons of paper and enthusiasm. The paper is from vendors that would love to do business with her company and the enthusiasm is about what she learned from the speakers and how much she enjoyed the cities. Since I'm not in her field I mostly listen to her tell me about it and seldom, if ever, look at the piles of paper.

Last October I drove Pat to LAX and stopped at the curb to let her out. I hefted her big suitcase out of the trunk and we kissed. It was a better than usual kiss. As she turned to leave I patted her pert ass and she jumped a little. As I pulled away from the curb she waved.

Two weeks before Pat got on that plane for Boston my boss had given all of us at work a gift. I know for a fact that he got them for free so I wasn't very impressed. He gave us the gift for all passing our annual physical exams. None of the staff had any diseases, high blood pressure or even high cholesterol. What he gave us was a key stroke monitoring program for our home computers. It stayed in my desk drawer for a day and then I brought it home. We have two computers at home, mine and Pat's. Installing it on mine didn't make much sense unless I installed it on Pat's as well. While she was off getting her hair cut I installed it. Then I forgot about it.

Sitting at home after taking Pat to LAX I was playing on my computer and remembered the key stroke monitor. I activated it on Pat's computer and looked at what Pat had done in the three weeks since I installed it. It was a revelation.

Pat had three email addresses! I knew about one. She sent and received emails in both the other addresses during the thirteen days between my install and the day she left. One email account was reserved for people she knew and met in San Francisco and the other for people she knew and met in Boston. 

The very first email I read was in the Boston address account. It was from Allbusiness@mmail.net. I would have glanced and moved on except the address line said, "Can't wait for your wet pussy!" I opened it and read, "Call me when you land. I'll pick you up." It was signed "Brad".

My wife was having an affair? What else could it mean? Mr. Allbusiness wasn't all business! I read on. FranklinSq@ wrote that he had dinner reservations at McCormick & Schmidts for her second night in town. He also asked if she would please bring her green teddy. Two emails were from HotKisses@ and they invited her to a girls party and confirmed that HotKisses had their tickets for the party. She ended the second email by saying, "Can't wait to taste you again."

My wife had sixty emails in the last week in the list for the Boston address. Not one was about the speakers or the conference. My head was spinning. All of them were about sex. Could this be true?

Before Pat left I had arranged to have dinner with some friends. I shut down Pat's computer and got ready. By seven I was knocking on their door and stepping inside. The two friends are a couple I have known since before I met Pat. I see them quite a few times a year, but because Pat never seemed to get on with Carol very well, I see them mostly when Pat isn't available. Mike used to play football for a big college. He still takes good care of himself. He is six foot tall and weighs somewhere around two-twenty. I played soccer through school. I weigh one-eighty-five and I'm the same six foot that Mike is. Carol is a looker. Not that Pat isn't, she is, but quite different. Pat is five-six, slender, brown hair to her shoulders and she wears bras of differing sizes. In one brand she wears a 34A and in a different brand a 34B. Carol fills a C cup easily. She likes wearing clothes that show skin. Pat is more conservative. Sometimes when I'm with them Carol's sister is with us. She looks a lot like Carol and seems to enjoy being with us. Like carol she likes dressing to show glimpses of skin.

On this occasion Carol was wearing some jeans, low rider jeans, and a halter top. A reaction began inside my jeans when she opened the door. Carol is affectionate and a couple inches taller than Pat so when she kissed my cheek as I entered their home I didn't need to bend as much to line up for the kiss. Her husband Mike gave me a hug. He had grilled some swordfish and veggies for our dinner. It tasted great and we had a nice chat while we ate. Mike volunteered to get the dessert from the kitchen when the fish was gone.

As soon as he went inside Carol leaned to me and put her hand on my hand.

"What's wrong?"

"Is something wrong?" I answered.

"Yes! Now, tell us what it is."

Mike came out with the dessert and said, "I see it too. Something's been bothering you all evening."

I'd been friends with Mike and Carol longer than I'd known Pat so I skipped the chase and got right to it. "Pat's seeing someone else."

Mike put the dessert on the table and plopped into his chair. His face looked stricken. Carol said, "You're sure?"

I told them about the emails I had read. They helped me search for some other explanation and we couldn't think of anything except she was seeing these men and women for sex.

Mike asked about the other email address. "I haven't even opened it. I'm not sure I want to know what's in there."

Carol asked, "Does it matter? If Pat's doing other people when she's in Boston does it matter if she's doing other people in San Francisco?"

"What are you going to do?" Mike asked.

"Murder crossed my mind." I said, being quite honest and serious.

"You won't. It would feel good for a few minutes and then you'd realized you would be going to prison forever. What else have you thought about?"

"Temptation."

"What?" Carol leaned in.

"Temptation. I haven't kissed anyone with passion since Pat and I became a couple. I haven't danced with anyone, but her. I haven't given in to any temptation since I had a conversation with Pat about being exclusive. That was six years ago. She has kissed others, screwed others, and the agreement I was honoring has been tossed aside. I've been thinking about my new found freedom."

"You've been thinking about cheating?" Mike asked.

"No. I can't cheat. You can only cheat if there is an agreement between you not to. If there is no agreement, then you can't cheat."

"You're married." Mike said.

"I was. The state still says I'm married. That can be fixed. Pat obviously isn't married. As I understand marriage it takes two. How can I be the only one married?"

"So, will you file for divorce?" Carol asked.

"On Monday I'll see a lawyer. I'll have her served at LAX when she gets off the plane on Friday."

"This could be wrong. Maybe these emails are just people playing sex on the email but not actually doing it." Carol offered.

"I can find that out too. There are PI's in Boston. I'll know by tomorrow night. You're right though, I should have proof."

Our social evening was over. Carol sent some dessert home with me and I drove home. I read Pat's emails until two in the morning and then I went to bed. At seven my phone rang. Caller ID showed a number in Boston. I answered.

"Hi Babe!" Her voice was cheerful and up beat.

"Hi, yourself. Are you enjoying Boston?"

"Boston is great as always! I'm in between sessions and wanted to call you. Did you have dinner with Carol and Mike last night?"

"I did. Who did you have dinner with?" I asked, expecting a lie.

"I met some people in the hotel that are here for the same conference. We had dinner and talked shop. They are from North Carolina. Fun people."

The call lasted almost five minutes. When it was over I went back to my computer and looked for a PI in Boston. The third one I called answered. I told him my story and asked what it would cost to verify my suspicions. He quoted me a few options. I picked one and he took my credit card information. He said he would call me the next morning.

I started do the things I should do if my marriage was indeed over. Even if it wasn't over the garage, my office and my closet got cleaned. At seven that night my phone rang. Caller ID said it was the PI.

"Pete." I answered.

"Pete, I'm only hitting your card up for two hundred. This was just too easy. She has a room on the ground floor over by the pool. She met two men this afternoon in her room. They left the drapes partly open. I have twenty pictures of them together, sexually, in her room." 

"Ok. Send them and your report to me and fax or email it to me as well."

"The fax and email won't do anything for you in court. My certified pictures and report will."

"I want the faxed set so I can get things started here. By the way, did you get names and data on the two men?"

"Names, addresses, phone numbers and wife's info as well."

"Thanks. You are good."

"If all my cases were this easy I'd starve."

An hour later I had the pics and report. I called Mike and told them what I had. I invited him over. I told him to bring their truck if they would allow me to rent half their garage for a month or so.

I hung up and looked again at the pictures. Pat was in a green teddy in the first picture and a man was on his knees with his face buried in her pussy. It suddenly hit me she was wearing the green teddy I bought her for our anniversary last year! In the second picture he was sitting on the bed and she had half his cock in her mouth. The third had her on her back, legs spread and the PI got a clear shot of his cock in her shaved cunt. On about the eighth picture it was a different man in the picture. She was in a lace bra and thong, high heels and stockings. The second man spent lots of time on her tits. He bit her through the bra, sucked each tit without the bra, had her hover over him and lower her tit to his mouth and one picture showed him squeezing her tits so hard I winced. Other pictures showed him fucking her doggy style, standing, cowgirl and the final shot clearly showed her on her knees with his cock shoved in her ass. It was clearly in her ass as a purple dildo was sticking out of her pussy!

I sat at my desk thinking until Mike knocked on my door. I expected him to come over alone. I opened the door and Carol came in first. She gave me a hug and came inside.

"We're so sorry." She said. "There's no doubt?"

I pointed to my office. "Go take a look. If there is any doubt then I didn't see the same pictures."

I went to the kitchen and made us some iced tea. They came out and Mike said, "Damn, buddy, that's the shits. I guess this means the marriage is over."

"You think?"

"It's Sunday. What day does she come back?" Carol asked.

"Friday. I'm supposed to pick her up."

"Will you?" Mike asked.

"No. If I met her at the airport I'd probably get arrested for something violent. I can't quite decide if I'm leaving the apartment or she is. I guess it would be easier if I did. I can be out before she gets back. Imagine opening the door and not only am I gone, but she has the papers serving her in her hand and all my stuff is gone, too."

"I hate to say it, but she brought it on herself." Carol said.

Mike looked around and said, "How will you leave the place?"

"You know me, I'm Mr. Neat and clean."

"I'd throw a party and not clean up." Mike said.

All three of us heard the gears in my head lurch into action. We stood quietly for a few moments until the gears produced a plan.

"Will you two help me?"

"Depends." Carol said. "We don't want to get arrested either."

"Carol, take my car. Go to the store and buy two dozen condoms. Different brands, different colors too. When you get back I want you to take some home with you and use them. Don't throw them away. Bring them back on Thursday. On Thursday night I am having a party. As many friends as I can get to help, will all bring condoms over for me to leave in every room for Pat to find and clean up."

Carol smiled and picked up my keys. I gave her some money. On her way out she said, "Remind me never to piss you off."

Mike and I loaded all my stuff from the garage into his truck before Carol returned. She was laughing when she got out of my car.

"What's so funny?" Mike asked.

"I can never go back to that Walgreen's! Imagine this, I just bought three dozen assorted condoms from an eighteen-year-old sales girl! The look on her face as she rang them up was priceless!"

"Did you say anything?"

"Yup. I said, "They're not all for me. I have a sister."

We laughed and finished loading the truck. Mike said he would get the neighbor kid to help him unload. I asked him to call and let me know how much room I still had. When they were gone I counted only twenty-six condoms in the bag. Carol planned to fuck Mike silly. Lucky man.

Over the next four hours I made six more calls. Six friends of mine came over with their wives and saw the pictures, heard the plan and took some condoms home. At seven I heard a knock at my door.

When the door was open I saw Jenny, Carol's sister, standing on my porch. She held two bags from The Hunan Kingdom Chinese restaurant. 

"Carol thought you might not have eaten lately." She grinned at me. I ushered her in and towards the kitchen. We spread cartons all over the table and had a feast. We talked about the weather, movies, the sadness of Brett Farve retiring, everything except my marriage or my wife.

When the cartons were empty I started to clean up. Jenny put her hand on mine and stopped me. "Put them aside but don't clean up. The party has begun. There needs to be debris from today, tomorrow and the next day for Pat to clean up."

The cartons were back in the bags and I put the bags on top of the fridge.

Jenny took my left hand in both of hers and asked, "Does that ring come off?"

"I don't know. It's been there for six years."

"I don't fuck men who are married. I'll know you aren't married when the ring isn't on you." She was looking me in the eyes when she said it. Jenny was offering to fuck me! She was ten years younger than me, tall, athletic and gave me a boner every time we had ever been together.

She went to the sink and got the bottle of dish soap. A few drops on the ring and I was able to get it off.

"In your garage do you have a big nail and a hammer?"

I nodded and she pointed me to the garage. I got the biggest nail and my only hammer and came back inside.

She had taken down our wedding picture from the living room wall and put it on the floor. She pulled the small nail out of the wall that had held up the picture. She took the nail from me and held it at the hole where the other nail had been.

"Pound it in half way."

I did. When it was half way in she said, "Put the ring over the nail and bend the nail over."

When I was done our wedding picture was on the floor facing the wall and just above it was a huge nail bent over holding my wedding band.

"Show me your hands, please."

I held them out and she examined them. "Looks like you used to be married. The scar will fade. Right now though it appears you still have soap on you. Come with me."

She led me into my own bathroom. She turned on the shower. I stuck my left hand under the cold spray and the soap was gone. I wiped the water off that hand and took Jenny by the shoulders and bent to her mouth.

Our lips met and she shoved her tongue between my lips. She had taken control. Something inside me clicked and I felt a surge of testosterone. I pulled back, away from her mouth and said, "I am a strong single man. I want you. Truth be told, I have wanted you for as long as I've known you. Know this, I am in charge from this moment on. What I want from you is your willing surrender."

Jenny said, "Do you want me to call you Master?"

"No. Pete is just fine. I've been single for a very short time and I don't like it. I want you. Not just once. I want you to be my woman. Take off your clothes, please."

She didn't hesitate. Neither did I. When we were both naked I helped her under the spray. We kissed again as the hot water rained on us. My tongue pressed into her mouth. Her soft lips opened to me. My hands caressed her back and her ass. When I pulled her to me she didn't resist. I broke the kiss and got the soap. I washed all of her. As my hands soaped her breasts she moaned and said, "I have fantasized about how your hands would feel on my tits. This is better."

My hands soaped her shaved pussy and her ass. She opened her legs to make access easier. She held on to me for balance as I ministered to her skin. I handed her the soap and she washed all of me. She used my razor and shaved my face. She dropped to her knees and opened her mouth. She had surrendered. She offered to suck me, but didn't just do it. She waited until I slid my member into her mouth.

She looked up at my face and as I slid my cock into her mouth I shut off the water. She sucked me and used her tongue to enflame the nerves on the underside of my shaft.

I helped her stand and get out of the shower where I dried her. On my bed she opened her legs to me and I reached for a condom.

"If it pleases you, I think leaving her these stained sheets is a good idea. I haven't been in bed with a man in five years. I know I'm disease free and I know you are. I'm on the pill. Please, if it pleases you... make love to me. Make believe I'm the woman who loves you and show me how you want to love me."

Her hands guided me home. As I pushed slowly into her I saw a tear slide from her eye and roll down her cheek. My hips began a slow motion of moving my cock in and out of her. She met every movement with one of her own. I lowered my face to hers and we kissed, again and again. I started to worry about the weight I was putting on her.

"I love how you feel resting on me like this. I love how you fill me when you thrust inside."

We kissed some more. "Make this last forever please, if it pleases you."

"Maybe not this time, but maybe over and over again."

"If it pleases you."

Our pace increased. She reached between us and touched her clit. The pace increased again and we made noises not usually heard in church. We both felt the juices rise and the pressure build. Jenny wrapped her legs around my hips and we bucked together until my body stiffened and my load shot into her. Her hand kept at her clit a few more seconds and she shook, saying, "I'm here! I'm cumming!"

An urge came to me and I acted on it. I pulled back and out of Jenny and kept moving down her body. I kissed both breasts and sucked both hard erect nipples. A trail of kissed skin went farther south until I found her open pussy. It was red and swollen with a white trail of our juices headed for my sheets. I used two fingers to reach in and pull some out and down to the sheets.

Jenny looked at me and watched as I put my face into her pussy. She moaned and said, "Please, eat me forever. Suck my lips. Take me wherever you want me to go."

After her second orgasm I put two fingers in her and found her g-spot. When she came with my fingers inside her and my mouth on her clit she soaked the sheets and both of us. 

We laughed and as soon as we were able we stripped the sheets off the bed and tossed them in a corner of the bedroom. Jenny opened all the windows and said, "Smells like sex in here."

"Then why are you opening the windows? I like that smell."

"I like it too, but we need to get the mattress cover to dry before we can put fresh sheets on the bed." She paused. "If it pleases you."




When One Door Closes...



"What's with the if it pleases you?"

"You took control. You named the game standing in the bathroom after our first kiss. You said, Know this, I am in charge from this moment. What I want from you is your willing surrender. I surrender. I have wanted to surrender to you for years." She paused. She and I were standing on opposite sides of my bed, both naked, both showing signs of the body-to-body contact we had just enjoyed. "Pete, we need to talk. No, I need to talk. Can we sit somewhere and talk?"

I opened the linen closet and grabbed a flat sheet. Jenny followed me into the living room. I opened the sheet and draped it over my recliner. I sat and pulled her onto my lap. I covered us with the sheet that wasn't under us and we cuddled together.

"Ok. I'm comfortable. If you're comfortable you can talk for as long as you'd like."

"I feel like a little girl curled up safe and protected in my Daddy's lap."

"Is that good?"

"Yes! Pete, I know you are in the middle... the beginning of the end of your marriage. I know the books say you should take your time healing after a break up. When my sister told me what Pat had done I ran around my place like a crazy woman. Part of me wanted to trust that in six months or a year you would see me and know. Part of me wanted to take off all my clothes and drive over here. I compromised. I kept my clothes on till I got here. I love you. That's what I came here to say. I love you."

"Is that even possible?"

"I've known you for years. I've watched how you are with people. You are tender when tender is needed, tough when tough is needed. Every piece of advice I've ever heard from you has been good advice, except when you told me Bob Williams was a good guy."

I nodded. Her fingers played with my nipple.

"Five years ago I was dating a nice guy. Good looking. The first time we went to bed I cried myself to sleep. In the middle of sex with him, I realized that he wasn't you. I realized you were taken. I haven't been with anyone since."

She leaned up to my face and we kissed. I was acutely aware of how good she felt in my lap, how good she tasted and how much I liked her there.

"I want you as my guy. No, that isn't quite right. I want to be your woman. I don't want to be your transition women or your rebound woman. In the bedroom I want to totally surrender myself to you."

"Just in the bedroom?"

"Let me be clear. I want to surrender my sexual life to you. If you want to have me on a mountain top, point to the mountain. On a boat, I'm for it. On a recliner, you are the man and I give myself to you. My non sexual life is mine and I want you as a full partner. I work and I love my work. I love sports and I won't give them up. Outside sex I want an equal partner. Am I way to early to talk like this?"

"Yes! Hell, we haven't even messed up our second set of sheets." I started to move.

"Wait! Talk to me." She pushed me back into the recliner.

"Ok. Do you want kids?" I asked.

"Yes, but not for at least a year."

"How many?"

"Two."

"Do you want a house or is apartment living Ok forever?"

"I have a house." Jenny said.

"You earn money and I earn money. Who pays what?"

"We each have an account and we have a joint account. We put enough in the joint account for rent, utilities, care of our cars and household stuff. The rest is ours."

"Your family?" I asked.

"We tell them which holidays we are available. I only talk to my mom once a month. I don't think that will change. Dad likes me when I'm home but on the phone he has nothing to say. He'll like you. He's thought for years I'm a lesbian. You know Mike and Carol already. I love them both and I want to stay close to them forever. My brothers both live in Europe and I haven't seen them in years."

"My family?"

"I didn't know you had any."

"I'll have an ex-wife."

"She's never invited to anything! Ever."

"Are you going to be pissed if I leave the seat up?"

"No. I have two brothers and a sister. We learned to look first, sit second. Can I hang nylons and things in the bathroom to dry?"

"Sure. As long as I can get to what I need I'll be fine."

"Do you like sex while I'm on my period?"

"Is the other choice to stay away from you for four days a month?"

Jenny nodded. 

"Then I love sex during your period."

"Who does the cooking?" Jenny asked.

"First one home from work cooks the last one home does KP (kitchen police- clean up) and on the weekends we talk it over."

"Laundry?" She was ticking off a mental list.

"We do it together. Except for this week."

"Do you have any disgusting habits I should know about?" She asked.

"Yes! I pass gas in bed just as I fall asleep. If we're home alone I won't close the bathroom door when I pee. I like being nude and will want us to be nude together often."

"Do you mean go to nude beaches and resorts?"

"Yes! Pat knew about me liking nude beaches and resorts before we married. She would never go with me."

"I'll go! I've never even gone skinny-dipping but I'll go, if it pleases you."

"Ok. I'm done."

"Done?"

"Yes. The decision making process is two steps. In step one you gather data so you have enough to make a good decision. Step two is to decide and then line your life up to match the decision."

"And?"

"And, I just realized there is data I don't have that I need. How big is your house?"

"Twenty-one hundred square feet. Three rooms. A bathroom, a kitchen and a great room. Four years ago I bought a small warehouse and turned it into my home. I think you'll love it."

"Ok. Now, I'm done."

"And, your decision is?" She looked into my eyes.

"If it pleases you, I'm ready to declare that I love you, that I want to live together and get married when it's legal. I promise to love you."

"You're serious?"

"Yes. Your turn."

Jenny tossed the sheet off us and straddled the chair and my lap. She sat so as to nestle my soft dick against her lips, her chest right in front of me and her eyes locked on mine.

"I love you Pete and under the conditions we have already discussed I will continue to love you. I accept you into my heart, my home, and my body. I accept the proposal of marriage you just gave me and I expect a ring on my finger within a month."

"How do we seal this contract?" I asked.

"Be inside me again."

'That shouldn't be a problem."

Her hands stroked me a few times and my dick became a hard cock. She lifted up and impaled herself on my shaft. We should have been video taped. The people who sell recliners would see a surge in business if we were seen in their commercials.

When we came Jenny bunched the sheet up into my crotch and then she snuggled into me and we slept the rest of the night away. In the late morning I woke up because I heard a noise. 

I looked up and standing at the front door grinning were Mike and Carol. I waved them inside. Jenny jumped nearly off my lap when she heard the door. She grabbed for the sheet as she turned to see who it was and stopped when she saw her sister.

"I see the two of you have become better friends." Carol said.

"Better than friends." I said.

"Engaged lovers I think would be accurate." Jenny said.

Mike stopped where he was. "A lot has happened while Pat has been out of town." He looked at the nail on the wall holding a wedding ring. At that moment the phone rang. I picked it up and noticed the caller ID was the hotel in Boston.

"Pete." I answered.

"Hi. I'm about to go out for a bite and thought I'd call and see how you're doing."

"I'm doing great, Pat." Carol, Mike and Jenny's eyes widened at her name. "Met any new friends?"

"You know how conferences are, lots of new people and lots of information for the future. Is there anything you'd like me to bring you from Boston?"

"There was something I wanted you to bring me, but I've decided I don't want it any more. Right now I'm deep into a new project. Can we talk on Wednesday or Thursday? This new project may take me out of town for a day or two."

"Sure. Is it far?"

"Not too far. I can drive there. I just won't want to drive home after I get there."

"Ok. I can understand that. Bye. I love you."

"Yeah, Bye." I hung up. I looked at Mike and Carol. "You knew Jenny was coming over. Why did you?"

Mike held up three condoms with contributions in them. We all smiled. Jenny said, "So far we've messed up two sheets, a fitted and a flat."

Mike asked, "So, what do we do with these? I'm not standing here holding them until Thursday night."

Jenny jumped up and ran to the kitchen. Jumping up felt really strange to me as I was mostly soft but still inside her until she jumped up. Carol looked at where her sister had just been and saw the mess we had made.

"That's the flat sheet you made a mess on."

I used the sheet to wipe as much of our juices as I could off me. Carol looked at Mike and said, "You're hard, aren't you?"

Before he answered Jenny was back with an ice cube tray. "Put one in each stall. If we set them out on Thursday night they will be thawed by the time Pat sees them." Mike gently put the two condoms, one blue and one orange, into the pockets in the tray. Jenny put the tray back in the freezer.

"Pete where are your spare towels?" Carol asked.

"For making a mess or cleaning?"

"For under you. I want that messy sheet from under you." 

"Oh, get either big towel from the bathroom. Jenny and I used them last night to get clean. They're likely dry by now."

She brought both towels back. I got out of the recliner and Carol took the sheet, looked at the cum stains we had deposited and folded the sheet. When she put it on the floor the wet spot was out of her way. Jenny put a towel next to the sheet and put herself on the towel. Carol was, by then, nude and put herself on the sheet. They looked at Mike and me and in unison said, "You wanna have a good time?"

By the time Mike was naked I was inside Jenny and she had a hand on her sister's breast. As Mike entered his wife I noticed a small tattoo where Carol's pubic hair once was. It said, "Mike's pussy."

A few minutes later I turned Jenny so I could enter her from behind. She used the switch in position to move us so she could kiss her sister and play with her tits. I was so turned on by seeing them doing each other that I pumped in four or five more times and unloaded onto the towel. She looked at me and said, "May my sister finish me off, please?"

I nodded and Jenny sat over Carol's face. Carol held her hips and began munching. Mike looked at me and said, "I knew when I married Carol that she and Jenny were lovers. I've never been inside Jenny. It was never offered."

Jenny shook and screamed as a huge orgasm took her. I knelt beside her and held her as she had aftershocks and began to calm down.

She got close to my ear and whispered, "I forgot to tell you about a nasty, disgusting habit I have. I have a habit of having sex with my sister. Does that mean you won't love me?"

"I want you to get permission before you touch your sister or she touches you. I love you. This habit you have is neither nasty nor disgusting."

"Good. Please help me up before we smother Carol."

They lay side by side and Mike and I lay beside them. I said, "Carol, I want you promise that anytime you want to have sex with Jenny, you will ask me first."

"We never had to ask anyone before."

"New game. New rules. I'm unlikely to ever say no, but I want to know. Agreed?"

Carol looked at Jenny and said, "He's the one, isn't he?"

Jenny nodded. "Remember when I went with you and you got the tattoo "Mike's Pussy"? Well, I went back and got one too. She lifted her legs pulling them up by her chest and we saw the words, printed on her taint; "PETE'S BODY".

I asked, "How long has that been there?"

"Six years," Carol answered.

Mike said, "You knew?"

"I've been eating at that lunch counter for over twenty years do you think I'd notice when the name changed over the door?"

"You never said anything."

"Nothing to say. Either she got him and the words were in the right place or she didn't get him and they were a hope, a prayer, a wish that didn't come true. I knew. Why do you think I called Jenny when we left Pete earlier?"

"I'm hungry." Mike said.

Carol opened her legs and pointed to her wet pussy.

"I'm hungry for food food, not the nectar of the Gods. Can we get dressed and go eat somewhere?"

Breakfast was my treat. We went back and loaded Mike's truck. We caravanned to Mike's and unloaded. Then Jenny and I went to her place. From the outside it looked like a warehouse. Bricks up twelve feet then three foot of windows more bricks and the standard mostly flat roof. A roll up door and a people door finished the outside. The people door had a number on it and a mail slot. 

Inside was totally different. The space was huge. Twenty-one hundred feet is a space thirty-five feet by sixty feet. She showed me around and told me the story. The bathroom that had been in the warehouse was eight feet square. It had a small sink, a toilet and a metal shower stall. Jenny opened the door to the bathroom and I saw something wonderful.

The ceiling had three banks of lights. Two of the walls were aqua tiles and the other two white. The toilet was in a small alcove of three sides covered by tiles. One wall was a counter, cabinets and mirror. The opposite wall from the mirror was the shower. A stepped half wall of glass bricks led into the large shower area. Two shower heads aimed at the center of the area. A seat was built into one wall.

"I heard you talking with Mike a long time ago about features you wanted in your ideal home. The big bathroom was what I remembered most. How did I do?"

"It's just as I pictured it. This is incredible."

The kitchen was a dream. A big island, huge fridge, lots of cutting surfaces and lights. Just above the island a skylight was rimmed by lights. Two big convection capable ovens and a six burner commercial cook top caught my attention.

"Amazing the deals you can get when a restaurant goes belly up." Jenny said.

A U-Haul was two blocks away. I walked to it, rented a truck and drove back to my place. By Monday night I was moved in with Jenny. I left the stereo so we could have music Thursday night. We left all of Pat's stuff and the bed that we bought together.

Tuesday I took the pictures to a lawyer and we got the papers drawn up. I made arrangements to have her served at the airport as she waited at the curb for me. I included one 8X10 color print of her with some stranger's cock in her ass along with the papers. I also included a note that read, "Need a ride? Call him."

Tuesday night Mike, Carol, Jenny and I had pizza at my place. Mike had a neighbor that loved beer. He raided the guy's trash and bagged thirty or more empty beer cans so on Thursday we would spread them all over the house.

Wednesday I heard from the friends that I had given condoms to. Frank said his wife had told some friends about what Pat had done and what we were doing. They had eighteen loaded condoms in their freezer. Bill called and said he and his wife and some of their friends had gathered three ice cube trays full. When I called Sarah she said they had eight condoms and five old panties that were in the freezer and full of cum. It was shaping up to be a hell of a party. 

Wednesday night we ate Chinese again. For some reason I was not as careful or as neat as normal. A little rice got spilled. A little soy sauce too.

Thursday came and we were ready. People were told to arrive any time after seven. I had six bottles of wine, four cases of beer and plenty of snacks in the house. Frank brought those popper things that when you pull the string streamers fly out. Sarah brought a can of silly string. People danced, laughed and had a good time until ten. At ten I got everyone's attention and told them the whole story. I showed the pictures of Pat with the two men in Boston. Then I told everyone the plan. We got all the frozen supplies out of the freezer and like a high school prom decorating committee we decorated the house for homecoming. Pat's homecoming. By midnight everyone was gone except Jenny, Carol, Mike and me.

"Honey, we still have work to do." I said.

"What? We've decorated everything."

"There are two sets of sheets that are still clean." I held out one set to Mike and Carol and kept on for Jenny and me. 

"We get the bed!" Mike called as he took the sheets. They were so cute. They made the bed like they would sleep in it. They got in it and made mad passionate, monkey sex. Carol screamed three of four times. Mike sounded like a wounded large animal.

Jenny spread both our sheets on the living room floor. We didn't fuck. Part of me wanted to use the fuck as a way of expressing the anger I felt for Pat, but it wasn't Jenny I was angry with. I took my sweet time and we expressed love on the floor. When we had cum and Jenny squirted we relaxed and rested for a while. 

Mike stood next to the bed and released his stream into the bed. Then he and Carol made the bed. When they came out of the bedroom Mike said, "I can't join the Army."

Jenny said, "I didn't know you wanted to."

"I don't want to, but if I did, I can't."

"Why?" I asked, knowing I was opening for his joke.

"Because they won't let you in the Army if you wet the bed." We laughed and laughed harder when we looked and in the sea of debris we saw a made bed. We left the last set of sheets right where Jenny and I used them, spread on the living room floor. I turned on every light in the house and we left.

In the morning my cell rang early. A Boston number, not the hotel and not her cell.

"The plane is on time. I'll meet you outside baggage claim about half an hour after we land. If we're on time that will be at one. Ok?"

"Good morning. You'll be at baggage claim at one-thirty. Got it!" I hung up. A minute later it rang again.

"What's wrong? You sound surly, upset, tired. The new project getting you down?"

"No. I love the new project. It's an old project that has me pissed. Have a good flight." I hung up again. She didn't call back. I called my lawyer and told him Pat would be out at the curb at about one-thirty.

At one-fifteen Jenny and I were parked inside a parking structure across from where Pat would come out to wait for me. We each had binoculars as we stood where we were invisible to anyone out at the curb. I had my laptop set up on the hood of my car, open and running.

One thirty-six and she came out towing her suitcase and looking sharp in a new outfit. White pants, white heeled sandals, and a teal shell with a floral thin over shirt over the shell. The shell was scoop necked. 

I activated the new email program I had started on one of the servers Pat had her new accounts on. I emailed pictures to the wives of the men who had been fucking Pat along with the name of the PI who took the pictures and Pat's information. Then I shut down my laptop and put it inside the car.

Pat watched the oncoming traffic for a few minutes, then dug her cell out of her purse. A minute later my cell buzzed in my pocket. I showed it to Jenny and answered.

"Pete."

"I'm here, waiting." She sounded a little upset.

"I'm near by, but not there. Have you ever driven in L.A.?"

"Yes. I'm sorry." Her tone changed, "I've missed you. I'm just anxious to see you and get home."

"Soon, Pat. Soon." I hung up.

Jenny pointed. A man in a suit carrying a single 11x17 envelope walked up to Pat and said something. She said something and he handed her the envelope. He said one more thing and walked away.

Pat stood for almost half a minute without moving. Then she looked at the label on the envelope and slowly tore it open. She reached in and grabbed the papers within. As they came out I could see the legal stuff was on top. When she got what the papers were she looked around to see if I was there. 




When One Door Closes...



Her attention came back to the papers and she turned pages until she got to the picture and the note. She screamed, passed out and fell to the pavement. Three cops ran to her and one checked her for bleeding. Two helped her up and one gathered her papers. She was crying loudly and slumped back down. The cop with the papers showed the picture to the other two. One made a call on his radio and a minute later they loaded her into a black and white. It drove off.

Jenny and I went home. In the half hour drive Jenny only said one thing. "I never want to hurt like that."

When we were inside our home I took her in my arms and said, "We have an agreement. I will honor you and the agreement for as long as I live and you honor the agreement. I love you. If it pleases you I would like dinner at home tonight."

She made salmon and a great salad for dinner. We sat to eat and heard my cell buzz.

"Up to you, Jenny. Do I answer?"

She nodded.

"Pete."

She was till crying. "I'm sorry. It was a mistake. Please meet me at home and we can talk this through."

"You're not at home?"

"No. I collapsed at the airport and the police brought me here to the hospital."

"You want to talk this through?"

"Yes. I love you, Pete. This doesn't have to end what we have together. Please Honey, can we talk?"

"Get home. Call me again, but not until noon tomorrow. If you call before noon I will answer just long enough to tell you we will never talk again. Do you understand?"

"You won't be home when I get there?"

"No. I want you to promise me you will never lie to me again."

"I won't ever lie to you."

"Tell me how many men you fucked in Boston, this trip."

"One. Just him! I was drinking and things just got crazy."

"Don't bother calling tomorrow. You just lied to me. I have pictures of more than one man with his cock in you. You broke our agreement. The minute you fucked another man we were no longer married I'm not going to see you again until we go to court." I hung up.

Jenny took my hand and led me away from the table. She plopped me into my recliner and crawled into my lap. We didn't talk for a long time. Near midnight my cell buzzed again. Jenny walked over to where my pants were in a pile, fished out the phone and opened it. From ten feet away I heard Pat screaming.

Jenny waited until Pat took a breath and softly said, "Pete has replaced the cheat in his life with a woman who loves him. Don't call him again." She shut the phone off, opened the back and removed the battery.

When she was back in my lap she asked, "I think we've had enough drama for one lifetime. Tomorrow is Saturday. What would you like to do?"

"Take a drive up the coast. Relax. Get some good sea food. Walk on the beach."

"And on Sunday?" She asked, as she snuggled in closer.

"Take stock and see what we need so I actually live here. Then get whatever it is and get our house as comfortable as can be. Play. That will do for starts."

"I'm in. And for the rest of tonight?"

"If it pleases you, I'd like us to go to bed and see if we like sleeping together, after."

"After?" She asked, looking up into my face.

"After we join again."

She ran to the bed, dropping items of clothing on the way. I followed, picking them up and when I got to the bed I dropped them in a pile and put mine on top. Jenny opened the covers for me and we met in the middle of the bed. 

"You've been nibbling your sister for twenty years?"

"I'm twenty seven. I ate her the first time when she was eleven and I was seven. When we got to middle school it happened more often. In high school it was almost every day. We figured if we took care of each other we didn't need to worry about diseases or pregnancy. We were right. She found Mike in college and he was Ok with us. He's never offered to do me and I never offered to do him."

"I want you to straddle my face and let me do you."

"Oh, I love this part. While you munch on me can I suck you?"

"That would be nice. Please don't hurry. The goal isn't the climax the goal is to enjoy every moment."

We did get to the climax. We got there more than once. We found out that we liked falling asleep together and we liked waking up in bed together. I made French Toast for breakfast and Jenny called Carol as we dressed for a drive up the coast.

She put the call on speaker. "Good morning." Carol said, "Guess who called us this morning?"

"An upset ex-wife?" I asked.

"Yup. She thought you were here with us and that I was the one who was rude to her on the phone last night. What happened?"

Jenny told them the story and as she talked she wrote me a note. It said, "Shall we invite them along?"

I nodded.

Jenny said, "Pete and I are going for a drive up the coast. Probably have a meal in Santa Barbara and meander around. You two wanna go with us?"

They both answered, "Yes!" Plans were made and an hour later they knocked and we joined them in Mike's car. The drive to Santa Barbara was great. We went up the coast highway and were not in a hurry. We stopped twice to watch the surfers and once to watch the rock climbers. In Santa Barbara we wandered along State Street for an hour or more looking in the shops and then we went out on the pier, watched the birds and the people for a while and then we had a great dinner. 

On the drive home I put the battery back in my phone. Two minutes later it rang. The number it showed had a 617 area code. Boston. I answered. "Hello."

A woman's voice said, "Pete?"

I said, "Do I know you?"

"No. I'm the soon to be ex-wife of the Dick you saw in your wife's ass."

I hit the button for speaker and said, "I didn't quite get that. Would you say it again, please?"

"I'm the soon to be ex-wife of the Dick you saw in your wife's ass."

Mike swerved on the road, but recovered nicely. I said, "Oh, nice to talk to you. Sorry it has to be under these circumstances."

"Me, too. Do you have evidence of other players? Other times?"

"I don't have evidence, yet. I know there were others in Boston and I know Pat was having other fuckers in San Francisco, too."

"I might have called them other lovers." She said.

"I like love. Calling their activities love demeans the term. They were fucking." I said. The three people in the car with me nodded in agreement.

She said, "I want more evidence. What can you share with me?"

I copied the emails from the three weeks before the Boston trip. There were many. I copied the last three weeks of emails from and to San Francisco as well. I've already given you the PI I used in Boston."

"Send me those files. I have a log of Dick's emails to and from San Francisco for the last year. I can send you the whole log or just the names, addresses and phone numbers of the guilty parties. I can also link you to the PI I hired in San Francisco." 

"I'd like that. Maybe together we can sue the company and make a little money on this as well as getting free."

"I guarantee it! My soon-to-be-ex-husband is the senior VP for operations, nation wide. I have the names of twenty-three others within the company who have been players."

Jenny wrote me a note. "Why hasn't she done something already?"

I asked, "Why haven't you done something already?"

"Dick flew from Boston at the end of the conference to San Francisco to have a meeting with the west coast staff. I have a PI there gathering evidence for us. I think I'll wait until I have the evidence in hand before I go farther."

"I sent the same kind of pictures to another wife in Boston. Maybe you should talk to her, too."

"Already did. She's with us."

I gave her my email address and she said when I got home there would be lots in my email to look at. We ended the call.

It was quiet in the car for a few minutes and then I said, "Thanks for being quiet. I needed to think. Now I need to become a liar. Know this, I'm not going back to her, no matter what you hear. I'm protecting our interests."

I dialed Pat. She answered on the third ring. "Pete?"

"No, you're Pat. I'm Pete."

"I was asking if it was you!"

"It is. I think I screwed up. I think maybe I should have believed you. One guy, huh? I looked at the other picture I have and I think someone PhotoShoped it."

"It was only one guy!" She almost screamed.

"I'm sorry about the mess. Is it cleaned up?"

"Yes! Did you invite a fraternity to have a party here?"

"Yes. Jocks and girls from all over the county were in our place. I was so angry!"

"Can you ever forgive me?"

"If you can forgive me the mess." I said.

"Deal."

"Next conference, I'm going with you. Ok?"

"Yes! Then I can party with you after the sessions are over!"

"Ok. I can't be home until Monday. I flew up to Seattle to look at a job. I'll turn them down and be back home Monday. Ok?"

"Where's all your stuff?"

"In storage. I'll get it all back next week."

"Will you stop the divorce?"

"On Monday. I think we should get some counseling and I want you tested for STD's and other infections, but if you promise me it was a one time thing and you'll never cheat again, I think we can mend these fences."

"I'll do anything. I don't want to lose you!"

"Ok. I'll be home Monday. I'll call you when I get in."

"Pete, I love you." Pat said. I almost believed her. Almost.

I hung up. I looked up and Jenny was crying. I pulled her onto my lap and explained the plan Dick's wife and I had discussed. I explained I had to convince Pat we could mend us so she wouldn't alert Dick in San Francisco. If he didn't screw anyone there we'd lose whatever evidence the PI there would have gathered. I held her and kissed her and made sure she understood what was happening.

Mike and Carol dropped us off at home. When we were alone inside Jenny ran to the bed, threw her self on it and cried. I went to her and held her. She didn't resist or pull away. When she calmed I asked, "Can you talk to me?"

She sat up, wiped away the tears and said, "I'm so afraid. I waited six years and barely tasted you and then listened to you on the phone. My heart broke, listening. I don't want you to go!"

"She expects me on Monday. Mrs. Dick in Boston will have the report from the PI on Monday. We will file against Mr. Dick and twenty others and the company on Monday. I'm not going back. Not on Monday, Tuesday or ever."

"Oh." She melted into my arms and we melted down onto the bed and slept.

Sunday we went shopping for a few things I needed for the house. We got me a new desk, a couple lamps and some new toiletries. A stop at Costco got us more bulk supplies for the house and some fresh salmon. We called Carol and Mike, Jenny explained to them what was happening.

They invited us for dinner. We dropped our purchases at home, changed clothes and went for dinner. Carol and Jenny cooked. Mike and I talked in the living room until we heard Carol announced dinner was ready. Dinner was great again. The evening was filled with laughter, touches and a few kisses.

We were home getting ready for bed by nine-thirty. As we showered together I asked, "When you said our sex lives were mine, just what did that mean to you?"

"You are in charge. You want a blow job, I'll gladly give you one. Want my ass, it's yours. Want to have me on a mountain top, point at the mountain. I'll be there, legs spread and smiling."

"What if I want to tie you up?"

"I'll buy the rope."

"Spank your ass?"

"My ass is yours. Spank it, kiss it, screw it eight different ways."

"I think I might want you to get a piercing."

"If it pleases you, I'll do it."

"Ok. I don't know if any of that will happen, but I wanted to know."

"If you want me to have sex with Carol in front of you, I'll do that too. We've never done each other in front of Mike, except the other night in your apartment. Not because I wouldn't, but because it didn't seem fair. Asking her to share Mike when I didn't have anyone to share with her."

"Are you asking...?"

"No! Just know that if it pleases you, both Carol and I would be willing to share completely."

"Not tonight."

"Maybe not ever. It's up to you."

We got into bed and kissed. I asked, "I know you and Carol have done each other since elementary school. Have you been with other women, too?"

"Yes! I thought about applying for an athletic scholarship in college for all the tongue exercise I did on the women at University of Colorado. The men were so into being cowboy macho that they didn't know shit about pleasing a woman. Women would date some guy and when they were done she'd come to us for some satisfaction."

"How many pussies would you think you've eaten? Different ones."

I moved down and captured a breast in one hand and my mouth lavished attention to the other. Jenny's hands held my head and she answered, "Eight hundred sixty-six."

I asked, "Is that a guess or did you actually keep track?"

"I'm an accounting major. I count everything. Eight hundred sixty-six different women. Not counting Carol I have eaten pussy three thousand six hundred thirty-seven times."

"Good! I want you to teach me how to be the best man at eating pussy in the world."

"Planning on a world tour?"

"No. I just want to know I'm as good at it as a man can be."

"I'll do my best."

My face was four inches from her slit. My hands helped hold her legs spread. I was looking into her face and I asked, "Ok, Coach. What do I do next?"

"Eating pussy does not begin at the pussy. It begins when we wake up in the morning. A woman wants to have the mood set. She wants to feel wooed, convinced, romanced sometimes. It may sound crazy, but if you tell me you're going to... add something to our home that we both want and you're doing it to tell and show me you love me, that will prime me. If you include me in things you're doing for us, that will prime the pump too."

"Ok. Want to get up and repaint the kitchen together?"

"No. My pump is primed. I'm naked with my legs spread, inviting you in. So, there are generally some rules. Number one, don't be in a hurry. The longer, generally, that it takes for a woman to get to the orgasm the stronger and better it will be for her. Sometimes college women were out on a date being frustrated for hours. When they got to me they were screaming to get the first orgasm, then slow down and enjoy the second, third and forth."

"Ok. Don't dive for the clit. Go slowly."

"Women have told me that some men love looking at tits but don't have a clue how to stimulate them, to please a woman."

"I think I've got this one. Love the whole breast, not just the areola and nipple."

I bent and kissed her outer lips. Her hips lifted a little telling me I did something she liked. I bent again and kissed all along one side of her slit, from the top or beginning of her slit all the way to her taint. The kisses were gentle and didn't include tongue. Her hips lifted and stayed up as I continued to kiss.

At her taint I stopped and pulled back an inch or so.

"Yes! Pause sometimes. If the stimulations are continuous they get too much to take. Taking a break allows me to gradually get more excited. Think to yourself, "Anticipation." I know where we're going and I want the scenic route."

She coached and I applied the lessons. By the time she had that orgasm it was midnight. We were glad we didn't have neighbors. Jenny is a screamer, a squirter and a thrasher. We cleaned up the bed and each other and were asleep by one.

Monday was exciting for both of us. I called in to work and arranged to work from home. I told my boss what was happening and gave the HR folks my new address. He agreed to tell anyone who called that I wouldn't be in until Tuesday. With the assistance of my lawyer we handled the bank accounts, credit cards, lease on the apartment and my 501K, etc. Late Monday afternoon my cell rang and again the area code 617 showed on the screen. 

I answered, "Pete."

Mrs. Dick said, "Hi. The three of us are asking for twenty million, that the twenty employees involved be fired and that the twenty million be paid in two payments, a year apart."

"His the suit been filed?"

"Filed an hour ago. The CEO of the company was served ten minutes later as he was boarding a plane for San Francisco. Two hours before that Dick called and told me the meetings weren't going too well and he needed to stay two extra days. I have three DVD's and three hundred photographs from our PI that show just how badly the meeting is going. I think every woman in San Francisco has been fucked on camera!"

"Pardon me for asking, but what is your actual name?"

"I'm Mimi, Mimi Richard. I call him Mr. Dick because I know it pisses him off. When we first got married and I called him that he liked it. But when he stopped screwing me three years ago the meaning changed."

"Mimi, I'm Pete. My dad was Walter and everyone called him Walt. He wanted to spare me the dance between names so I've been Pete all my life. It caused its own set of problems."

"I can understand. Oh yes, the twenty people also named will be served tomorrow. Your wife is on that list."

"She is supposed to meet me at home tonight so we can start patching things up." I said.

"I know. I've been watching the email streams. She wrote Dick and told him the pressure was off and you were coming home. He wrote back and said he sure was missing her ass and so were others."

"She'll be served tomorrow, too?"

"Yes. At work. Her manager is in San Francisco and he'll be served there. By the way we stipulated that unless the suits provisions for firings were done and proved to our satisfaction by this Friday we would release our photos and evidence to major news outlets."

"The company will go belly up!"

"They will not let that happen. Along with the CEO being served information packets were delivered to the board of directors this morning."

"Remind me to never piss you off."

"I need to go. You have my contact numbers and email addresses. I'm moving out of the house as we speak so I don't have a new home address to give you."

"We'll stay in touch. Thanks."

"Tell Jenny I think she's a lucky woman." And before I could respond the line clicked and she was gone. I realized she had me checked pretty thoroughly so she knew who she was dealing with.

At six my cell rang. I answered. The ID said it was Pat. "Hi," I said.

"Hi yourself. I know your plane just landed. I checked the schedules. I scheduled a counseling appointment for Thursday afternoon. Will that work for you?"

"Nope. My schedule is full for Thursday afternoon and evening."

"What are you doing?"

"Right now or on Thursday?"

"Thursday."

"I'm dealing with a realtor to buy the building next to the new home I've been living in."

"You said you were coming home! Tonight!"

"I am. I'm on my way right now. By the way, do you plan on making dinner for us?"

"I thought about taking you out for dinner."

"I've been eating out. Please make something you know I like. Ok? See you soon." I hung up and shut off my phone. I had told Jenny I would be home later than normal and that until the word was out about the people being served I might need to meet with Pat. I promised I would not be staying the night.

At seven I parked in the driveway. I went to the back door and she opened it before I climbed the stairs. She was in tiny shorts and a jog bra, no shoes and obviously no bra under the jog bra.

As I got to the door she trued to throw her arms around my neck but I stopped her. "We have a lot to talk about before we get back to lovie-dovie stuff."

She looked hurt and she backed into the apartment. I came in and she guided me into the living room. I could smell food cooking in the kitchen.

"Wow! Smells like cooking in the kitchen. How soon can we eat?"

She looked at her watch and said, "About ten minutes, give or take."

"What did you make?"




When One Door Closes...



"I know you like Mexican food so I made enchiladas."

"You made or you are heating something that was frozen?"

"I didn't have time to actually cook for you."

"I'm sure they will be fine."

She offered me something to drink. Served me a diet Coke and then served dinner. The enchiladas were actually better that the ones she made for me months before. When I was done I said, "We need to talk. Let's begin with the name of the man in the pictures."

"I shouldn't tell. He's married."

"Then we're done. I'm sure when I show the picture to your manager in court he can identify the man, for me."

"His name is Alexander Richard."

"I assume he works for the same company you do?"

"Yes, back east somewhere."

"And he took you to dinner, juiced you up and then had his way with you?"

"He was drunk too!"

"Whose room were you in when you fucked him?"

"Mine."

"Did he undress you or did you take your clothes off for him?"

"I don't remember."

"Other than blowing him and letting him fuck your ass, did you let him bare back your pussy?"

She was crying. She looked up from her hands and said, "I don't remember."

"But you do remember he was only with you that one night?"

"Yes! The next day he apologized and we agreed it would never happen again."

"You were in Boston for a week. What night did he fuck you?" I knew the pictures were taken on Monday afternoon and night.

"Tuesday. I told him to stay away on Wednesday." She nodded her head as she told the lie.

"So Monday, Wednesday and Thursday nights you slept alone in your room?"

"Yes."

"You didn't go out with any of the women at the conference?"

"I went to lunch with some women, almost every day."

"Name three of them."

"Beth Wallace, Helen Skivener and Dot Jones."

"Get me their phone numbers, please."

"Why?"

"Let's start with I don't trust you. Get their numbers, please." Pat got up and went in to her computer. I followed and watched. She got the addresses and phone numbers for the three. She printed them for me.

We went back into the living room. I sat on the couch and she sat close to me.

"I missed you." Her voice had a little girl quality to it.

"Not enough to keep your legs crossed."

"I was drunk!"

"Willing to give up drinking?"

"If that's what it takes, I'll quit as of right now!"

"Are you willing to be my woman and do what I like?"

"Like what?"

"Like when I say I want to go to a nude beach, you'll say when and then go with me?"

"I'll do it, but I won't like it." Her face had a sour look on it.

"How about if I say I want you on your knees with you ass presented to me for fucking?"

"I'd do that for you."

"Strip."

She stood and started for the bedroom. I said, "Right here."

She stopped and said, "It's too light in here. That's why I don't like those nudist places. They have people walking around in the bright sunlight showing everything!"

"No sunlight here and no crowds of people. Only me. Strip."

She took off the jog bra, shook her chest and watched my eyes as I watched her breasts. I saw two small bruises on her breasts.

"Did Alexander Richard give you those souvenirs?"

"Yes."

"The shorts, too."

Before she left for Boston Pat had a patch of light brown hair above her shaved lips. Nicely groomed, short hairs that stayed out of the way for eating pussy but still looked like she had a bush when she stood tall. When the shorts fell she was bare. No panties and no hair.

"You let a drunk man shave your cunt?" I asked.

"No! I did it! I was drunk!"

I could feel my cock responding to her. She was beautiful. I reached in my pocket and retrieved a condom. I handed it to her. "Until I'm sure Dick didn't give you and diseases we use condoms."

"I understand." She opened the package with too much practiced ease, slid it on me like a forty-year-old whore and stroked me with her hands. I said, "Get down on the rug, right here."

She did. She assumed the modified missionary position that we often used. I positioned myself between her knees and my hands grasped her legs at the knees.

"Are you wet?"

"Yes! I want you inside me! We can get past this! I love you."

"Dip into your pussy and get lots of your juices. Then spread them on your ass." She looked at me in fear but she did as I asked. I bent her in two and positioned my cock at the pucker of her ass. She had not seen me bring a wash cloth, a belt and my cell phone to the floor.

I said, "Hold your legs right there." She did. I quickly wrapped the belt behind her head and around her legs, quickly tightening the belt into place.

"What are you doing?" She cried.

"Relax. Holding your legs like that has to be uncomfortable. Now you don't need to hold them."

"Let me loose! What are you, crazy?"

"Probably. Now I need you to be quiet. Do you promise to be quiet?"

She thought about it for a long time and said, "I promise."

"You promise what?"

"I promise to be quiet."

"Thank you. I picked up the phone and dialed. Jenny answered. I said, "I feel like a little final payback. Pat is here in the floor with both her ass and pussy open and wet. I have a condom on. She has asked me to fuck her. What do you think?"

Pat was squirming, attempting to get free. She grunted twice. I hit speaker and Jenny said, "Is this the last time you will ever fuck her, screw her, have your beautiful cock inside her?"

"I promise. Or, if you say no, I'll finger her close to cumming and leave her here frustrated."

"No. Fill her ass and stuff the condom in her mouth. Then come home to me and we'll have another lesson in eating pussy and sucking your beautiful cock."

As I hung up Pat screamed, or started too. I stuffed the wash cloth in her wide open mouth and she stopped. She tried to slap me but her own legs were in her way. I lined my cock up at her asshole and shoved in, hard. Pat screamed and went limp. When she came back I was completely inside her ass. I pulled the cloth from her mouth and she started to scream again. I pushed hard on her sternum and she stopped. It's hard to scream when you can't take a breath.

I started pumping in and out of her ass.

"Why are you hurting me?" She asked between yelps of pain.

"How do you think I hurt when I discovered you had been going to Boston and fucking anything with a dick?"

"I didn't!"

"How do you think it hurt to discover you were going to lesbian parties and sucking other women?"

"I never!"

"How do you think I hurt when I found out you were lying to me with my cock in your ass?"

"I didn't. I swear I didn't!"

"Oh? Tell me how platonic you are with Brad."

Her eyes flared and she knew I knew. I kept pumping into her ass and feeling the anger dissipating. I was getting it out. I felt the pressure rise and the spunk flowing into the condom. She felt it, too. I waited until I shrank enough that pulling out was easy.

I carefully peeled the condom off and held it in one hand. With my other hand I pinched her nipple hard. She opened her mouth to yelp or scream. Either was squelched when the condom dropped into her mouth. She reached for the condom and I slapped her hip. She stopped.

"You and I are done. You and your job are done. No severance, no retirement, no letter of recommendation. Mr. Dick is going to be fired too. You did more than make me a cuckold. You closed one door on my life, and you know what they say, when one door closes, another opens."

"The CEO of your company was served with our suit before he got on the plane to San Francisco today. He had five hours to look at the transcripts of tapes, listen to tapes and look at pictures of Mr. Dick and others with their cocks in you and many other women. He's already in San Francisco so it's too late for you to call and warn them."

Pat was sobbing and choking on the dirty condom in her mouth.

I washed in the bathroom and redressed. Pat hadn't untied while I was in the bathroom.

I unbuckled the belt and pulled it away from her. I was pretty sure that her legs had been in that position long enough to hurt and be unable to support her if she tried to get up. I threaded the belt through the loops on my pants and said, "I loved you. I trusted you. You killed both to fuck other men. If you contest anything in the divorce I'll find a way that your parents, your brothers, sisters , aunts, uncles and our neighbors get copies of the pictures of you."

As I left her lying on the living room floor I noticed her bowels had released and she had peed on herself. She was sobbing loudly.

I was met at the door by Jenny. I had been crying, too. Pat deserved what she got and more, but it hurt to bring it to her. It hurt to hurt someone I loved and trusted.

Jenny undressed me, got me in our shower and scrubbed me from stem to stern. When I was clean she took me to bed and held me. She didn't say anything. Her presence was perfect.

The next morning I went to work. At noon I met three guys in the lunch room. The TV was on, turned to the news, as always. The announcer said, "Breaking news, A suit filed in Boston yesterday afternoon alleges that top executives of Kiitos Enterprises have been sponsoring company orgies at their semi-annual meetings in Boston and San Francisco. Twenty company personnel have been named in the suit. Frank Zutos, company CEO was not available for comment. He was not at the home office in Boston, seems he was in San Francisco for a conference."

The mans standing next to me in the cafeteria line said, "Doesn't your wife work there?"

I said, "Not any more. And, she's not my wife. She's my soon to be ex-wife. Papers have been filed."

I have not heard from or spoken to Pat since that day. The divorce is not being contested. She gets twenty percent of the profit from selling the apartment and nothing else. The suits against Mr. Dick and the others are going well. Mimi should have been a lawyer. We haven't met in person yet, but we will. If our case against Kiitos gets to court we will meet in the courtroom. If it gets settled out of court we're going to all take a celebration cruise.

I keep working cause I love what I do. Jenny loves what she does, too. Mimi thinks our share of the settlement will be about fifteen million. If they had settled when we told them to it would have been twenty million total. Now it's up to eighty million. Instead of two wives in Boston and me there are now six of us on the suit.

My divorce and Mimi's will be final this week. She flew to Paris to be with her mother for the event. Jenny and I were invited to Mike and Carol's house.

We were met at the door by Carol, naked. She said, "Dinner is naked tonight."

We left our clothes in the living room and followed Carol's cute butt into dinner. The table was set with four plates, four glasses and a big casserole dish in the middle. No silverware. Carol announced, "You can have as much dinner as you want, but you cannot feed yourself. You can feed anyone at the table, but not yourself. Your drink is for you and you may drink anytime. The penalty for feeding yourself is you don't get dessert."

Mike asked, "What's for dessert?"

Jenny answered, "We each get a different dessert."

I picked up an egg roll looking thing from the casserole and held it in Jenny's direction. "Want a bite?"

"Yes, thank you." She said and then bit the thing in half. 

I looked at the half that was left and offered it to Mike, "Want the other half?"

He sucked it from my fingers and smiled. When he swallowed he said, "Thanks." He fed an egg roll to Carol and I got the second half. Carol got a knife and cut the egg rolls in half. Then they were bite sized. I fed pieces to each of them and they did the same. I dipped a piece in soy sauce and held it out to Jenny. A drop of the soy sauce dropped on her tit. We all looked and watched as it started to slowly roll towards her nipple.

Jenny looked up at me, smiled, stood up and asked, "Would you like some sauce with your dinner?"

She aimed the drop right into my mouth. I sucked it and the trail in and cleaned her up nicely. From then on the meal got a bit messy. Drops of soy sauce and small pieces of egg roll filling dropped on chests, thighs and even bellies to be cleaned up by willing mouths. Other bite sized finger foods were shared and were used as erotic props in our shared dinner.

For most of the dinner Jenny and I fed each other and Mike and Carol fed each other. A few times Carol fed Jenny. A few times Jenny fed Carol. After Carol had fed Mike a strawberry they kissed and when the kiss ended she whispered in his ear.

His energy shifted and his smile disappeared for a few seconds. She whispered again and his smile returned. He nodded his head.

Carol picked up another strawberry and slipped it into her lap. Her legs spread and the strawberry was guided between her lips and into her pussy. It came out wet, a big drop of her nectar shining on it's red surface. Mike licked his lips and Carol turned towards me and extended her arm in my direction. She softly said, "If it's Ok for all of us to share, I'd like to offer you a taste."

I believed she and Jenny were offering that we become a foursome. Complete permission to share sex among the four of us. I believed Mike had said Ok. I believed the choice had been left up to me.

My eyes locked on the strawberry. The clear drop was very slowly being pulled by gravity towards the bottom of the berry. Gravity determined how long I had to decide. I could ask Jenny to eat the strawberry or ask Carol to give it to Mike. That would hold things at the status quo. If I bit the berry, savored the taste of Carol it would give permission for each and all of us to join, completely. My thoughts went to cheating. It wouldn't be cheating. How would I feel when Mike held Jenny's legs and was deep in her?

How would I feel to be inside Carol?

Jenny said, "You say what the rules are. It can be just tastes or it can be that you and Mike get free access to both of us. Carol and I have shared our whole lives. We never shared Mike. It wasn't right. Now, we believe it would be right. Family. It's up to you."

I leaned forward and took the whole strawberry in my mouth. I bit down and left the stem in Carol's fingers. I chewed slowly, savoring the taste of Carol and thinking about the step I had just taken for the four of us.

When I swallowed Jenny said, "If it pleases you I'd like to offer Mike a strawberry."

I picked a large strawberry from the bowl and handed it to Jenny. She stood up, spread her legs and pushed the strawberry into her pussy. Deep within her pussy. It was dripping wet when it came out. She took steps to Mike and he held his mouth wide open. Jenny held the berry just above his mouth and three of us watched the drop of her nectar drop off the berry and land on his tongue. A few seconds later the berry touched his tongue and he took it from her fingers. We watched as he ate it, smiling and taking his time.

Jenny came back to me and carefully sat on my lap. We kissed and Mike said, "I have waited many years for you, Pete. I knew why I was never offered Jenny and why they kept their loving private. Sharing is very important to them."

"I'm worried." I said. "I don't know how I'll react when I see you inside Jenny. It won't be cheating, I know that. I know you've wanted her for years."

"We don't need to jump from a taste of juices to four of us in a bed." Carol said.

Jenny added, "We can start slow and as the comfort increases we can go with it."

Carol dipped her fingers into her pussy once again. When they came out she gave them to Mike. He sucked and licked them clean. Jenny did the same with me. Carol dipped her fingers in again and offered them to me. I opened wide and tasted her for the second time. I watched as Jenny offered wet fingers to Mike. I found myself hoping he loved the taste of her. He did. She was standing next to him and reached in for a second helping. Instead of offering him her fingers she wiped her juices on her nipple and offered it to him.

His hands went to her back and held her gently as he sucked her nipple and areola into his mouth. I watched for a few moments when my vision was blocked by Carol's beautiful breast, beautiful wet breast, was right in front of my mouth.

I took it. Like Mike my hands went to her back and I held her as I pressed her breast into my mouth. We had traded partners. We didn't hurry. We did end up four in a bed that night. At one moment in the night I was deep inside Carol and kissing Jenny. At a different moment I watched Mike sliding into Jenny as Jenny ate Carol. Jenny checked in with me often as we played with Mike and Carol. By the time we all fell asleep we were no longer two couples... we were a foursome, a quad, whatever the term would be for four people who share their lives together.

When I woke up in the morning Jenny and carol were laughing in the kitchen. Mike was at the far edge of the bed, snoring. The bedroom smelled like sex. As I got out of bed I noticed my dick was stuck to the sheet with dried cum. I pulled loose and headed for the bathroom. When my stream hit the pool in the toilet I heard Carol say, "One of our husbands is up."

When I stopped peeing and turned to leave the bathroom I saw Jenny in the doorway holding a mug of coffee in her hand and smiling at me.

"Good Morning, Pete. How are you?"

"Are you asking about my health or mental condition?"

"Both." She gave me the mug and I took a hit. It was good strong black coffee.

"Health wise I'm good. I think I got enough sleep. I feel rested. My dick is a little sore, but in a good way. I'm hungry. My mental condition is still a little confused. Did we have an orgy last night or was that our version of a wedding for four?" 

"If it please you, you can have it be either." She moved in closer and pressed her breasts against me. I put the mug on the counter and kissed her, fully; both hands, mouths, tongues, body pressed to body. 

A deeper voice said, "Excuse me. I need to get to the toilet."

We broke the kiss and Mike squeezed by us and stepped to the toilet. We stepped out of the bathroom and resumed the kissing. When Mike finished he flushed and stepped out of the bathroom sipping from the mug. I thought, 'We've shared about everything in the last twenty-four hours. Like it or not, we're married.'

Mentally, I shrugged my shoulders. I kissed Jenny again and we went to the kitchen to find Carol and breakfast.

Carol kissed Mike and started to hand him a mug of coffee when she saw he had one. I took the one she had in her hand and said, "Jenny gave me that one. I took a hit and then Mike got the mug while I kissed Jenny."

Carol stepped to me and offered her self for a kiss. We kissed. Mike and Jenny started carrying our breakfasts to the table. We ate nude. As we finished up the meal Mike said, "Congratulations, Pete. Your divorce is final as of midnight last night."

I turned to Jenny and said, "I don't want to be single any more. It's been fun, but I'd rather be married. Will you marry me?"

She climbed into my lap and said, "Any time. Any place." We talked, mostly about possible answers to the question, "Ok, now what?" It was a discussion for the four of us.

The rest of the weekend was actions to line up with our decisions. Mike and Carol put their house up for sale. Jenny put her warehouse up for sale. We started looking for a place big enough and ready for the four of us. Sunday afternoon we found it. It was not a house, but could be. It had been a restaurant. Sixty-four hundred square feet of mostly open space with two bathrooms side by side, a huge kitchen, open beam ceilings, a domed roof with six skylights and, like Jenny's place, lots of windows up high enough to let in lots of light without letting people look in. We made an offer that day.

We began drawing proposed plans for what we would do if we got the restaurant. We agreed on lots of things and disagreed on almost nothing. Mike had the idea of creating a loft in one corner and using the loft for storage. Carol thought we should use the loft as living space and the underneath of the loft as storage. Using the upper area would give us use of the skylights and windows for light.




When One Door Closes...



We got some graph paper and drew some plans. The loft we settled on was twenty foot square in the south east corner of the building. The kitchen was along the north wall. All the kitchen equipment came as a part of the property. All the dining tables, chairs and other furnishings were being sold off.

Jenny and Carol planned where to put all our furniture. As we ate dinner together that evening Carol said, "We all need to go to work tomorrow. I think Mike should pack a bag with clothes and things so he can go to work from Jenny's tomorrow. I also think Pete should go home and pack his bag and come back here for the night."

We all went with Mike into the bedroom and while he packed we watched. I asked, "Mike did you notice? Carol made this her house. You're spending the night at Jenny's and I get to spend the night at Carol's."

"In case you haven't figured this out, let me make life simpler for you. I have been out voted since the day Carol and I became a couple. Adding you did not change the math. We are out voted. It is Carol's house. It is Jenny's house. When we get the restaurant, it will be their house. We are blessed by them sharing with us. Don't fight it. Just enjoy it."

"Ok. I'm going home to pack." I kissed Jenny and then I kissed Carol. When I kissed Carol I said, "Don't go anywhere, Honey. I'll be right back."

As I let her go Mike stepped up and kissed her. He said, "Have a nice night, Honey. I know you'll be well taken care of."

Three cars left Carol's house and an hour later one came back. That one had me in it. I thought about how my life had changed since Pat left to go to Boston in October. We were no longer married. It had been seven months since we had spoken or seen each other. I wondered if she had a new job. I wondered where she lived. I wondered if she was still fucking anyone interested. That thought caused my mind to flash on the picture I'd seen of her folded in half with a cock in her ass and a purple dildo in her cunt.

I shook my head and thought of the night before when I had been inside Jenny's sweet pussy and kissing Carol who was straddling Jenny's face. That vision started my penis growing. I smiled, parked my car and carried my bag into the house. Carol was standing in the living room nude with something in her hand.

She said, "This is yours." And dropped a key in my hand. "It fits either the front or the back door."

I put it on my key ring. I said, "Thank you." And kissed her. She took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. She had clean sheets on the bed and somehow the bedroom didn't smell like sex anymore.

When we were in the bed, holding each other and beginning the "we're about to focus all our love and affection on you" game I said, "Carol, I love you. I realized months ago that I couldn't fully love Jenny without fully loving you too. I love you both. I promise you what I have already promised her. I will be faithful to you, care for you, protect you and love you for the rest of my days or until you break our agreements."

She kissed me and wiggled just enough to insert my cock in her pussy. She said, "I accept. I promise to love you every day and night of my life and never break our agreements."

"I have asked Jenny to marry me. Not just because of love but because of love as well as financial reasons. I ask you now if you too will marry me, not in a legally binding ceremony but in a four way commitment ceremony."

"Yes." The talking stopped. Before we slept that night I had eaten her to two orgasms, been inside her pussy and her ass. She had sucked me and had my ass with her strap-on. We were compatible.

In the morning we enjoyed being together and meshing our lives a bit more.

At ten-twenty a realtor called me and said, "Your bid on the property at 1651 Crown Street has been accepted. The seller has requested a sixty-day escrow. How soon can the four of you come in and start the paperwork?"

I made an appointment. The realtor faxed the paperwork to me so we could look it over and have our lawyer look it over. When I called Mike he said, "I was about to call you. I just got a call and our house is sold! Thirty days from now we need to be out!"

When I called Jenny to tell her both pieces of news she said, "I just got off the phone! My house sold! Two people wanted it and we're getting twenty thousand more than asking price!"

I told her about Mike and Carol's place and the restaurant. She decided we needed to have dinner together and plan some more. I agreed. We ended the call and went back to work.

When I was about to head for the lunch room my phone rang again. The ID window showed a 617 area code. I answered. A man's voiv=ce said, "Mr. Peterson? This is Jacob Winetraub, your lawyer in the Kiitos case."

"Yes. You have my full attention."

"Are you sitting down?"

I wasn't. I said I was. Mr. Winetraub said, "The company settled. As per the instructions we agreed upon your portion has been deposited in the account number you gave us. The amount of the deposit was nine point six million dollars. One year from today another nine point six million will be deposited in your account." He asked if I had any questions and I didn't. I knew we would still be in touch in the future.

I had lunch with the same guys I'd been having lunch with since before Pat went to Boston. I asked the question, "What would you do if you inherited a couple million dollars?"

"Quit this job!" John said. He looked at the sandwich in his hand and added, "And never eat another tuna salad sandwich!"

Frank said, "Take a long vacation and go to Europe with my wife."

Hector said, "Buy my parents a house. They need a house."

Phil asked, "Why the question?"

"It just happened to me. I knew it was a possibility but until now it wasn't real."

"Are you quitting?" John asked.

"I don't know. I like this job. What will I do if I quit?"

"Go on vacation and never come back." Frank said.

"I just haven't made up my mind." I said.

Hector said, "You probably ought to talk it over with the new woman in your life."

"You're right. We should have a family meeting tonight."

Our family meeting is tonight. I know Carol found a place and a person to do the commitment ceremony with us. I know we're going back to the jeweler who made the engagement ring for Jenny and having new rings made for all four of us. I know we are moving into the restaurant and into a nice place out in the country, too. One more thing, Mike called me and said he met a man he wants all of us to meet. His name is Lee. He's a little older than us, Mike says, and he knows about multiple committed relationships.