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Elsie

By: birch0402



Elsie was a redhead and was tall and thin. She had slim hips (a turnoff for me) and a very plain face. Her compensating factor was her huge rack (38DD). I learned of her DDs in the course of inspecting the laundry hamper for her panties and bra, a practice I followed for all my sisters' visiting girlfriends. I was surprised to learn those measurements - as a college student, Elsie always dressed conservatively and wore clothes that hid her figure. The crotch scent of her panties also intrigued me. I had to check her out. The set up I had was pretty good. We lived in an old house with keyholes in the doors - including the bathroom doors. The guest bathroom just had a tub, no shower. 

Watching Elsie through the keyhole as she prepared for a bath, I got a nice surprise. The front of her panties looked like they were filled with popcorn.

When she pulled them down I was distracted momentarily by her long, hanging tits, but when she stood up straight again, even though I was watching from her profile, I saw her huge red, unshaven bush. When she turned away and bent over to test the bathwater temperature, she unknowingly displayed her asshole and full pussy lips to me. I remember thinking how I preferred broad hips and a juicy ass better when bent over, but Elsie's big tits and red bush made her my next target.

It actually happened on a night that we were all at a party across town. It wasn't even late but Elsie was sloppy drunk. She was slurring her words and was completely uncoordinated. I saw my opportunity and offered to drive her back to our house. My sister didn't' object because she still wanted to stay with her other friends. 

Getting Elsie into my car wasn't too bad, but getting her back out and then up the stairs to the house was a real challenge. Remember, she was a tall lanky girl - and she was out on her feet. When I got her to the guest bed, I laid her out on her back and spread her arms and legs out. She was wearing a long a long flowing skirt down to her ankles, flat heeled shoes, and a vest over her blouse. I gently shook her shoulder and then cupped a tit. I got no reaction. 

I attacked the buttons on her vest first, then those on her blouse and peeled them both back to reveal a huge white bra with the catch in the front. It was like opening a present, but actually I got two presents when I unhooked the catch. Without the support of her bra, her reasts sank to each side of her chest. Still, they were an impressive sight. I must've played with her tits for about 15-20 minutes. They were so much fun. Massaging them, holding them together so I could suck both nipples at the same time, tapping my cock against the tips. 

I could have felt them up all night but I knew that I had to continue my thorough inspection, as my sister would probably be home in an hour or two. It would have been frustrating to have spent too much time playing with Elsie's tits and then missing a chance at her pussy. I pulled Elsie's dress up and peered under it. Her panties were doing a horrible job hiding her bush as red hair splayed out from both sides of the leg bands. 

Since she had no hips and a small butt, it was very easy to slip her panties down and off her. I remember looking at her sleeping face and thinking that she looked better with her eyes closed. Still, she had a very nice-looking pussy. I gently ran a finger up her slit while watching her sleep, partly as a test to see if she would react and partly because it was so much fun to take advantage of her like that without her knowing. Her inner cunt lips looked like a butterfly when I spread them out. 

The intriguing pussy scent I noticed earlier when sniffing the crotch of her panties from the hamper was then quite evident. When I ran my tongue up and through her slit she actually had what I would describe as a tangy walnut taste. After alternating with jamming fingers or tongue up her hole for a while, I got her good and wet. So I wouldn't leave any evidence, I put a condom on and eased my cock into a surprisingly tight pussy. I slowly built up a nice rythm as I fucked her.

In doing so, I kept my upper body propped up with my arms so I could watch her tits jiggling with the rhythm as I repeatedly pounded her defenseless pussy. She moaned a few times during those long minutes but was totally passed out. 

I fucked sweet unsuspecting Elsie one more time before putting her panties back on, closing her bra, blouse and vest and then placing a sheet over her. 

What a turn on it was to see her the next morning, fully clothed and going out to her part-time job. She never suspected a thing. A little later we actually dated for awhile and had sex. It was good, but wasn't nearly as good as that first night.

Elsie



I first met Elsie when she was about 12 years old. She was part of the Scout troop my wife was helping with. Elsie's mother was one of the other leaders. 

If there was anything to do with animals you would find Elsie there in the thick of things. She was almost an expert on the raising of goats, yes at 12. She had direct access to one of the college professors that teach what ever goat raising is called. They talked often about what ever goat raisers talk about. 

Now, at this point, I want to point out that I know nothing about raising goats or scouting. I was a go-fer, a helper, an assistant to whatever my wife was doing that week. I was not even a leader. I will not try to pull the wool over your eyes or baffle you with BS about what they did.

My wife got her degree in Biology late in life, she was 43. She went on to get certified as a teacher and taught science for years. But her favorite was hands on with small groups working with animals and insects. Don't ask about plants; she killed a cactus garden once. Plastic flowers droop for her. She has a black thumb. But this is not about my wife; it is about Elsie and her life.

Elsie had a slight learning disability; she needed to be stimulated to learn. One of the ways she was stimulated was to have an animal near her. Goats are not allowed in schools so she was home schooled. She did well in this manner. Subjects she had trouble with she received extra tutoring. Many times all you had to do was find a way to relate the subject to her goats, and then she did well. Public schools do not take the time to deal with such foolishness, as they call it. She would have been passed over and left behind.

Elsie did well as a home schooled child, mostly A and B work. She graduated a year earlier than expected. After she graduated she went to work at the local One Stop store. Then one night some fool came in to rob the place; that was a big mistake. He pretended he had a gun in his jacket pocket. Elsie took a baseball bat from beneath the counter and beat him half to death. He escaped; but required medical attention and was caught at the clinic. They had it on video; it was hilarious. 

While she was working at the store she met Ron. He was a piece of work. 

Ron was not the brightest bulb on the marquee. He had been married for 20 years, his wife ran around on him for 19 of those years. She was finally caught when she brought home a case of herpes. She passed it on to Ron and he divorced her. In the divorce he found out that only 1 of their 3 children was his. 

His wife got the house and the kids; but only had to pay support for the one that was his and no alimony. The child that was Ron's was 17 years old so he only paid child support for part of a year. 

Elsie was 17 when she met Ron; he was 48. They fell madly in love. After convincing Elsie's parents they were really in love, they married. They held a luau in her folks' back yard. I asked if they had pumpkin poi, no they didn't. Within a year they had their first child. Money was tight since he did not earn a lot. So, she had to work also. 

For a while she still raised her goats, but working full time, raising a child, running a home and raising goats was too much. She was heart broken when she had to give them up. 

Around 4 years ago she got a job working in the same warehouse he worked in. Things were going well until she had the second child. The child was not the problem; Ron started to have heart problems. His heart and blood vessels were as hard as a board. 

After 9 months to rehab he was released to return to work, light duty only. Financially Elsie and Ron were doing all right, but someone at work started a rumor that she was having affairs in the back corners of the warehouse. 

You know how hard it is to prove that something never happened; the rumors were becoming accepted as fact. 

Now, how do you file a sexual harassment charge when no one talks to you? All you can do is hope the bosses can stop it. If they are really trying to end the crap you can't sue the company very easily. Add to that the fact that all the family income is from that source and Ron would not be able to find another job in his condition. Plus Ron has been there for almost 30 years. 

With the tragic ending to his first marriage Ron was not too happy with the rumors that circulated. He started to doubt if Elsie was being faithful to him. Especially since his health problems are causing erectile problems.

I overheard one of their arguments one evening. 

She was sobbing and screamed "How can you say that about me? You are the man I love. You are the only man to ever be inside of me."

"Too many of the people there are claiming they have heard about your playing around. I can't live with another whore for a wife."

"Whore? How dare you call me that? Has anyone ever told you that they have had me? You know we both have herpes thanks to your ex-wife. Every one of them would have herpes. Explain to me how no one else has it."

"You might not have been having an outbreak when you did it." 

She cried further and then said "I can't live like this any more, your ex cheated on you; I have been 100% faithful. I am taking the boys and moving back with my parents until you come to your senses."

Elsie filed a sexual harassment lawsuit, quit the job and moved back home. She went back to work at the One Stop. Ron is not allowed to come near her because of the restraining order. 

One day, 3 months later, before she went to work she stopped by their old house to pick up some summer clothes for the boys; she had called ahead the week before and set it up. Ron was scheduled to be at work when she got there. His truck was not there, but a strange car was. Elsie called her brothers to be there while she went in. When she walked into the house she found Ron in bed with his ex-wife. 

The ex lay there with a smile on her face. Ron tried to hide under the covers.

Elsie just stared at the 2 of them. Finally she said "Why don't you go a head and fuck him. Just fuck him to death. He can't get it up due to low blood pressure and the medications he is on. If he gets too rigorous he will have a heart attack and die. The life insurance is completely paid and I am the only beneficiary. No he can't change it; Dad bought and paid for it."

Then Elsie picked up the bags of clothing and turned walked out the door. As she got to the door she turned around and looked them both in the eye and said "You can have him. I don't want him any more." Then she turned and left. 

It was a month later that the house burned to the ground. The Fire Marshal declared that the fire was caused by careless smoking. 3 bodies were found in the house, Ron, his ex and her boyfriend. The boyfriend was the one who fell asleep smoking in bed, the ex was there too. Ron was on the sofa asleep. Between the fire insurance and life insurance Elsie had enough to pay off a small farm and begin raising her goats again. She even got some of the original ones back from the friend she sold them to. 

Since Ron died she only works, at the One Stop, part time. She doesn't need to since the lawsuit was settled but she needs to get out from time to time. 

After 2 years she became friendly with Sherman, he is a volunteer fireman. Sherman was one of the ones who put the fire out that night. As the fire company chaplain he and the state police had to talk to Elsie about the deaths and fire.

Elsie and Sherman started spending time on Friday evenings dancing at the Shamrock Inn. The Shamrock is the local country bar. It's rowdy, but the music is good and the beer is cold and cheep. The food is quite good too. 

Elsie only dances with Sherman.

Mom and Dad both like Sherman a lot, as do the boys. Mom, Nanna to the boys, loves spending Friday evenings with the boys. They are always making cookies or cupcakes to take home. The week before Sherman's 25th birthday they made a rhubarb pie, the boys hated it. It was too sour; Sherman said it was divine.

The firehouse was decorated to the nines the day Elsie and Sherman were married. All the firemen were there dressed in their finest uniforms. Other local companies stood by in case there was a need, there was none. 

By being careful Sherman has not caught herpes yet.

Elsie and Sherman have been married for 10 years now. They have had 3 more boys and 4 girls. There were 2 sets of twins. Then, as Elsie's Dad says, they figured out what was causing it. They are just more careful now. 

I don't know what makes her happier; the kids or the children. 

Every Friday Elsie and Sherman go down to the Shamrock and have some good food, a few cold ones and dance until they can't stand anymore. The children stay with Nanna and make cookies or cupcakes; and the week before Sherman's birthday they make a rhubarb pie. Oh, and they make an apple pie, for those who think rhubarb is too sour.

As always, feel free to comment on the story. Good or bad comments are ok. If you are going to criticize my writing, at least proof read your comments. Too many nasty comments are poorly written, I laugh enough without your help.

If you question my lineage, or wish to suggest I was sitting in the front row, wondering what was happening and scratching my nuts at the same time, when my folks got married or in any other way try to verbally assault me the comment will be deleted. 

Don't like the story? That's ok, I DO.

Yes, I can scratch my nuts and wonder at the same time, it doesn't even strain my brain.

Not gonna put this under LW, too many nut jobs there. 



Elsie



I was 24 and recently graduated the Masters Program at Duke. I really liked the south; and hoped I could find a job which would keep me in the area.

As luck would have it, I was hired by a national pharmaceutical company to open a new territory in North Carolina. The job would require extensive road travel with 2 or 3 nights per week out in a hotel.

The first order of business, on completion of training, was to drive the new company car to Raleigh and find an apartment. Now most young professionals would look for an apartment project which catered to their age group. But not me; I'd learned it was better to get an apartment in a community which catered to middle age and older couples and females. There were a couple of advantages. You always got invited for home cooked meals. There was always someone who could sew a button. And, there was always neglected females available for enjoyment. And with the age difference, they knew it was only a temporary fling for pleasure.

I lucked in to a luxury 3 bedroom, furnished apartment in a downtown high rise project. There were only 5 apartments per floor; onsite gym and pool; and an onsite clubhouse. It hardly took any time to move in my clothes and get my bearings. 

I'd put my clothes away; set up my computer and office in the third bedroom; and changed into a pair of loose fitting, terry cloth shorts. The shorts accented my legs and torso as well as allowing ample room for my balls and cock. Each of my balls was the size of a goose egg; and my 9 inch cock was 4 inches in circumference. I really had to pay attention or all of the package would dangle out the leg openings.

I had been a 2 sport athlete in college. Working out and lifting weights had given me a 44" chest and 30" waistline. I spent much time outdoors; and as a result, with the exception of a brief thong tan line, I was deeply bronzed. 

I was going to sit out on the patio; but as I was about to grab a beer and go out the door, my doorbell rung. Stopping in my tracks, I turned and went to answer the door.

On opening it, I was greeted by a strawberry blonde with a flashing smile. My initial guess was that she was in her late 50s; a perfect age for enjoyment. She looked to be about 6 foot, and 4 or 5 inches in height and was about 195 pounds. I realized later her height was caused in part by 4 inch stiletto heels; how she balanced on them was a mystery.

She had huge tits and was very stylishly dressed. She was wearing a silk, sleeveless vest type top; the upper 3 buttons were undone, revealing an ample cleavage. Her slacks were more like tight leggings in a snake skin pattern; they were thin enough I could see the outline of dark colored panties. Her ears were adorned with heavy gold ear rings which were matched by a heavy choker necklace. 

Her face was somewhat puffy and bloated; signs she either enjoyed rich food or good bourbon. Her belly was rounded and slightly bloated; and her ass was full.

"Hello", she said, "I'm Elsie your next door neighbor and I wanted to welcome you and invite you over for a drink." She offered her hand to shake; and I continued holding it as we talked. 

Thanking her for her welcome, I said I'd put a shirt on and be right there. "That's not necessary she said; we're very casual; and Jerry is out of town on business." Her latter comment caught my attention as I wondered whom Jerry might be. Not giving it much thought, I followed her out my door. All this time, she continued holding my hand.

Her apartment was next door to mine; and she had left the door unlocked. On entering, I scanned the room which was tastefully furnished in French design. She led me to a love seat; offered me a seat; and said she would be right back with drinks. I continued to be amazed as I watched her sway on those 4 inch heels as she made her way to the bar. 

It was barely noon; yet from her walk I guessed she either had a slight buzz on or was unaccustomed to the heels.

I watched as she filled 2 glasses. One, for me received ice, bourbon, and water with an emphasis on the bourbon. The second, which proved to be hers, received bourbon. Before returning, she switched on the stereo which was playing a soft, slow type of music.

My interest was peaking as she started to slow dance in place to the music. Her ass had a nice wiggle to it as she turned to face me.

She returned; handed me the tumbler with ice; and seated herself next to me. I had slightly turned; and in taking a seat, her ass was up against my knee.



Elsie, Mickey, Marci, and Howard



This is a sequel to Marci and Mickey, a story I recently submitted. It was submitted under another title (Love and Sacrifice) on Literotica because Literotica said I had used the title before—I hadn't—but that minor snafu isn't all that big a deal. Anyway...

I have had several folks mention that the relationship between Howard and Marci did not get enough play. I agree. I wrote the original in one sitting and with one goal in mind—emotive response to self-sacrifice. But it is clear to me now that these kinds of things happen in real life and that more than two people deserved development. So, for what it's worth, here it is. I hope you like it. Oh, and yes, why were Elsie and Mickey sitting down with them again? Here is I my response to all of that as well.

******

"Why?" I said. "I'm over her. I have no need to be around her. She's got her man. I've got my woman. What on earth could be the reasoning behind wanting to socialize with them?"

"I still feel weird about this whole thing, Mick. You gave so much. You need to feel good about that at some point. I get nervous or concerned or something when I see you go pensive on me, and you do that a lot, Mick. 

"I don't know if socializing with them, especially her, will help in that respect; but I think it might," she said.

"You know, Elsie, I damn near killed that guy. I would have too if I hadn't been pulled off by half of their friends. I'm not sure I can be around him and not feel the urge to harm him again," I said.

"You were provoked, Mick. Even though he may be ignorant of your sacrifice and maybe even your love for that woman, he knows he was in the wrong for fucking her while you were still inside.

"As you know I have spoken with your Marci a number of times even had lunch with her once or twice. She's pretty fragile right now," said Elsie.

"Fragile? She's fragile? Hell, Elsie, I'm fragile. You say I go pensive on you sometimes. I guess that's so. I keep remembering things, things that were done to me inside. It's not a nice place, prison," I said.

"You've not told me much about your time in there, Mickey. I mean, I know some of things that happen in there; I am a lawyer after all. At some point, maybe we do need to sit and have you talk to me. I'm your anchor my husband, and your mine. We need to be one in all ways. I hope you agree with me on that little point; it's important, Mick," she said.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I just have to figure how to tell you stuff. It ain't easy," I said.

******

"They're not here yet," I said. We had arrived maybe five minutes early, but half an hour later we were still waiting. Somebody's going to have to teach Marci how to tell time, I thought.

"They'll be here. Are you in a hurry?" said Elsie.

"No, it's just that I thought you two, you and Marci, were anxious for this meeting," I said.

"Hmm, anxious is not exactly the word. Needful, maybe," said my wife.

I turned and looked toward the entrance to the restaurant. "There they are," I said. "They just came in."

"Hello, Mickey," said Marci. She had a look I couldn't decipher.

"Hi, Marci, Howard," I said, standing; my voice was flat. Elsie nodded her greeting. We took our seats. It was quiet, not embarrassingly so, but tentative. Like two countries mutually suspicious and guarded, but anxious to get on with negotiations. Elsie spoke first.

"Hope you're both well," said Elsie. Shall we order?" There was a murmur of agreement among us. The food would delay the inevitable and give all of us a chance to settle in and down.

The waitress came as a result of my signal. I felt weird as hell. Here was my ex-wife sitting across from me. Sitting across from me with the man she had cuckolded me with, while I was in prison serving a term for manslaughter, a crime that "she" had committed and that I had taken the fall for in order to spare her the long years in prison that she would not have survived. Talk about strange shit!

The food came and we ate. The weather, the Republican party, and the high price of pantyhose in Bangladesh were all topics of conversation while we chowed down.

The waitress brought the after dinner coffees I'd requested. The time for dancing around the real purpose of the meeting was over.

Marci was fiddling with the spoon in her coffee cup. She always had used half a pound of sugar in her coffee. I remember regularly telling her that she didn't drink coffee; she drank candy. That always brought forth a protest from her to mind my own taste buds. I didn't mention it now.

"Well, I guess it's up to me now," said Marci. "Just so you'll all know, Howard does not know what I will be saying tonight. I never told him everything, but after tonight, he'll know it all." Well, that answered one question for me; the man who cuckolded me didn't have a clue what he'd done or who he'd married. Well, he would now, I supposed.

"Mickey, I am begging you; let me tell this my way. I've rehearsed it long and hard. I need to do this. I need to do it, and you deserve to hear it Mickey, and so does Elsie if it comes to that."

I started to say that she didn't need to say anything, but she held up her hand to short shank me. "Mick, this one is on me. You've already done all you could do for me; this one is on me."

Elsie put her hand on my arm and nodded for me to let the scene play out.

Howard looked first at his wife and then at me. He was clearly out of the loop.

"Some ten years ago, maybe a little more, I killed a man, a blackmailer. The man was a cop, Marshall Whitcomb," she said.

"What the fuck!" screamed Howard. A dozen faces looked our way.

"Howard, I love you; this is as much for you as it is for me. So just shut up and listen; this is going to be hard enough," said Marci. He glared at her, but for whatever reason, he did as she said and shut up. His eyes moved from Marci back to me then to Elsie, and finally backed to Marci. He slumped in his seat and seemed to grow distant, but his eyes remained on his wife.

"I made a mistake. I let him, Marshall, have me once. It was that wedding reception, Mickey, for Candace. You remember, my friend. You couldn't go. Some emergency and your skills were needed. 

"Marshall looked very handsome. Love was in the air. We girls were talking about sex and cocks and wondering about Candace' husband. Anyway, Marshall came on to me. Some of the girls dared me. I put him and them off. I protested that I was married, and they let me alone, even Marshall—for the moment. But, the seed had been planted. 

"Later that evening we'd all had a little too much champagne, he came on to me again. And, well, he took me into the back guestroom; it was being used for the coats of the guests and such. He bent me over the back of a low chair and took me. I was drunk, I think so was he. But he wasn't too drunk to pull out his small camera and shoot pics of me bent over with cum running down my leg. It was a quickie, I guess you could say. He laughed and told me it was our secret.

"It was then that I began to realize what I'd done. But, he'd said it was our secret. I convinced myself that it had just been a stupid indiscretion. No big deal. I was drunk, he was too. It would never happen again. But, it did.

"He called me a week later and told me to check my email. He'd sent me a picture of me, naked in that room with all of the coats. I was stupefied. I remembered then him taking the pictures; I hadn't really thought about them until that day when he sent them to me.

"To make a somewhat longer story short, he told me that if I'd meet him for sex on that next Tuesday noontime, that he wouldn't send them, the pictures, to you Mickey and everybody else I loved. I was stricken, frightened, and helpless. 

"Well, he took me again and again during the following year. He was merciless and cruel and evil. Sex with him was an ordeal not anything any woman would want." She said.

What she'd said answered a lot of questions I had had, but had never had the opportunity to ask since I was inside. I had to say something. "Marci, it's water under the bridge. I think you needed to do this for Howard, your husband, but it's over now; let it go," I said.

Howard's eyes were glazed over. He was crying. But, to his credit, he said nothing. His head had to be in turmoil. He looked over at me, and nodded his new understanding of why I had damn near killed him those many years ago. It was his apology. I just raised a hand and waved him off.

"Howard," said Elsie, "you need to think long and hard about this, of course, but I can tell you, your wife loves you. I hope it's enough for you."

"Please, everyone, my confession just now was for Howard, my husband. But, it's not the only reason I'm here. There is something else. Something no one knows. It's taken me years to come to grips with what I am about to say, and I need you all to not interrupt. I am a very weak woman, I have proved that little truth over and over, and I need to get through this," she said.

Elsie nodded, "Go on, dear. I can imagine how hard this is for you; just go on."

"Mickey, after all you did for me. Oh my God after all you did for me! It was so much. I fucked you over, betrayed you, left you crying and filled with despair and anger and horrible hurt. And Mickey, I had to do it—for you."

"What the hell, Marci!" I said. I think I'd mentioned being confused before, but not like this.

"Mickey, please. I need to do this. You shut up too," she said. Elsie actually giggled, but just a little.

"What you did, Mick—it was too much. Too much for me to live with. I knew that someday you'd get out. I knew that you would come home to me, to your wife, your loving wife, the wife that let you take the fall for what she had done.

"I knew too, that every single day of our life together after that, that I would have to live with what had happened to you in that awful place, the place you'd saved me from. There was not the slightest doubt in my mind that eventually the pressure would become unbearable for us. You'd stick it out, I knew, but you deserved better.

"I knew I just couldn't dump on you while you were locked up like that with no hope and no one to comfort you. So, I couldn't tell you of my decision, Mickey: my decision to leave you, to let you find happiness. Selfishly perhaps, I considered it my gift to you. But, I knew you wouldn't see it that way. But, it was the right way to see it," she said.

I stared at her with a new something—respect. Her words were so logical, even self-sacrificing.

"That is why I stopped coming so often. I knew you'd see through me. I knew you'd eventually understand what I was going to do, and I couldn't face your misery over that level of what I knew you'd see as betrayal of your love for me. But, Mickey, I never betrayed your love. It was just that I didn't deserve it anymore. You deserved so much more than I could ever be to you," she said. 

"My God, Mickey, I still love you. And, Howard, just so you know; I love you every bit as much as I love or ever have loved Mickey. You are a wonderful husband.

"I realize, Howard, that my coming clean here tonight may be the end of us. I couldn't blame you. But, I hope you'll take me home and still love me, and help this poor woman survive this night. And, Howard, I don't deserve you either," she said.

"Marci, I forgive you. I'm not sure I agree with what you did. I think that we could have gotten through it, pressures or no pressures, but maybe not. You just might have been right. Hell, I don't know. 

"I know I'm happy now. And for the life of me, I hope you and Howard make it. I want you to make it.

"Howard, she killed a man. But, she was provoked into doing it. The evil bastard that destroyed us needed to pay. I don't doubt that he'd done the same to other women, wives, in the past," I said. I paused; Elsie filled in.

"Actually he did," said Elsie. "Marci, after you came clean to me that time—yes Howard we all knew—you were the only one in the dark." Howard's eyes had gotten big when Elsie made her pronouncement. She cut him off with a wave of her hand from making a comment too soon and unnecessarily. 

"I had occasion to check up on good 'ole Officer Whitcomb," said Elsie, "He was a gnat's eyelash short of going to jail for rape on at least two occasions. He only avoided jail time because some of his brother cops covered his ass. He was not a good man. He drove Marci to do what she did."

I butted in. "And, Howard, while you were in the dark about all of this; you had some of it coming, my man. You kept me in the dark about fucking my wife while I was inside and helpless to do anything about it even if I had known. So, before you condemn your woman, if you intend to, consider your own situation before you throw stones," I said.

Marci looked over at me. The vague smile I got was one of pure love and—gratitude. "You're welcome," I said, looking right at her.

"Well, this has been a very enlightening experience for me," said Howard. His voice had a tremor in it, as well it might. "Everyone has had so many things to say. So, I would like to say something. Goodnight." He rose to go, looked over at Marci, and she rose too. He seemed to be waiting for her. He turned to go and she followed him.

"Well, that was fun," I said, about as mirthlessly as I ever said anything. I turned to my wife for directions as to what I should do or think or act like.

"I'm worried, Mickey. I want to keep in contact with them. Marci isn't doing too well in her head, I don't think. However Howard acts in the coming hours and days will tell the tale. Believe me, I've seen the signs; some bad stuff could be about to happen if he blows it," she said.

******

Howard was stunned. The evening for him had been the worst night of his entire life. He was married to a killer, sort of. Oh, she'd killed the man right enough. But the man was an evil scumbag. The question was, did that make any difference? Yes, it did, he thought. He had no clue as to how the law would look at it though. He did know that, as a lawyer, Elsie would know. Why she hadn't turned her in was the mystery. Maybe she hadn't because it was her husband's wish for her not to. 

"Why now?" asked Howard, looking at her as he drove.

"It was time. It's been eating me up," said Marci. "You gonna leave me, Howard?"

"No. No. Oh, I don't know," he said. "It's all so sordid. Marci, do you still love him?"

"Mickey? Yes. But I love you too. And, I am yours and you will always be made fully aware of that. I mean if you decide to keep me," she said.

He drove. They arrived at their home, the home that used to be Mickey's and hers. 

"I'm not tired," he said. "You go on up. I will be up a little later."

"Okay," she said. She hesitated at the foot of the stairs. She looked back at him. "Howard, you are coming up, right? I mean..."

"Yes, I'll be up in a little while," he said.

The sun woke her. Howard was not in bed, and had not been there. The tears began to flow. She was sure that he was thinking of abandoning her. The hurt to him had to have been more than she anticipated. Or, maybe not. She could have predicted his reaction. She was a murderer. Good reason, good cause, or not, she'd killed a man. How was Howard, gentle Howard, supposed to deal with something like that? The only logical answer had to be, badly.

He was in the kitchen when she came down. "You didn't come to bed?" she said.

"I intended to. I just fell asleep watching the late show. After last night, I just wanted something mindless to occupy me, and well, I fell asleep. It wasn't intentional. Not last night at any rate," he said.

"Not last night?" she said, hearing something in his words that frightened her.

"Yes, last night I had intended to come up, but I fell asleep; but, Marci, I think that tonight I am going to sleep in the guest room, I need to do some thinking," he said.

"Wha...?" she said. She was crying.

"It's just I feel a kinda stunned by all of this. I just need a little time to—adjust—my thinking. It's all so, I don't know, bizarre. I mean you have to admit that," he said. She nodded the stark unforgiving sadness of the moment terrible.

She stumbled her way toward the den. He headed upstairs toward the guest room.

******

"I don't know Elsie, I guess her words make sense. At least on one level. I never could figure out why she just kind of dumped me for another man. Now at least I have a kind of an answer," said Mickey.

"Yes, I feel the same way. It is 'an' answer if not necessarily the one anyone else would have thought of.

"As a lawyer I have this image of her sitting at home, while you were taking her punishment, crying her eyes out and wondering how things would go when you got out," said Elsie. "I guess all that she could come up with was not good."

"Yeah, I guess. But it would have been nice if she had just had the courage to tell me earlier on rather than lead me to believe I had a life with her waiting for me down the road, I mean when I got out," said Mickey.

Elsie snorted. "Yeah, and then had to live with your despair while you sat in your cell with no way out and in no way able to do anything about it. No, I have to agree with her on that one. On one level it was a terrible lie that she was living. On another it was a kindness of hers not to take away your hope."

"Helluva thing," said Mickey.

"Yeah, I guess," said Elsie. "Mick?"

"Huh?" he said.

"It was real bad wasn't it? I mean your time inside," she said.

"Real bad. Especially at the beginning," he said.

"Wanna tell me about it? There's never going to be a good time. You know that," she said.

"I don't know. What good would it do?" he said.

"Maybe none. Maybe a lot. I'm here for you, and sharing is what marriage is about. I mean isn't it?" she said.

"I suppose. But, some things are pretty bad, I mean about what went on in there," he said.

She headed for the couch and sat in the middle of it. He paced the room not really wanting to begin.

"The first couple of days I was in the hands of the guards and officials, me and the other new cons. But, after my routine and processing was set, they were not there anymore to protect me. After that we were pretty much on our own, and the population, I mean us cons, have to do for ourselves," he said.

"I've heard," she said. He snickered.

"Yeah, well they got me the first time about a week after I'd been in. A couple of big black guys stopped me in the shower, and gave me a choice. Hell, I had no choice," he said. She looked sympathetically at him.

"I got on my knees like I was told and sucked them both off. Then, they made me suck them to hardness again and they fucked me," he said. He started to cry. Elsie wanted to go to him, but knew she had to let him talk. She would be there for him afterwards and she would make him forget, for a little while, the horrible things that happened to him.

"Go on if you want," she said. He looked at her and decided it was time.

"They, the two of them took me several more times. Once they beat me when I refused; it was bad. I was in the infirmary for a week. But, that's when I was finally able to turn it around," he said.

"Turn it around?" she said.

"Yeah, there was a guy who worked in there who knew stuff. He helped me," he said.

"Helped you?" she said.

"Yeah, you might say he laid out the facts of life for me. He told me how to fight back. Go for the eyes, the throat, try to make it not worth it to them. I did what he said and it worked.

"I also made friends with a couple of other guys in the same boat and we hung together. I wasn't bothered after the first couple of fights," he said, and laughed. "I knuckle-punched one of those big blacks in the eye the first time he tried his shit after I got out of the infirmary and put him in there. Nobody said nuthin' to me about it either. The guy wasn't real popular," he said.




Elsie, Mickey, Marci, and Howard



She got up and came to him. "Mick, you're safe now honey. No more pain for you."

"You know, Elsie, when they were doing me, I kept thinking of how it was going to be when I got out, how I was going to make gentle, sweet love to my wife. But then..." he ran out of words.

"I know honey, but it's all in the past now, and, well, you have me," she said. She took him by the hand and led him upstairs.

******

After she had me upstairs, she moved toward the king sized bed. She crooked a finger at me as only a woman can do, beckoning me to come to her. I hesitated. After all of the talkin' about the bad stuff, I wasn't feelin' altogether too turned on; I wasn't even sure I could get it up; that was about to change. 

"Mickey, I want you to take my ass tonight," she said. "You've not done that yet. I want it. Will you do that for me?" I slowly nodded images flooding my head.

"I want to undress you," he said.

"Then do it, silly boy," she said. She giggled. Women always giggled.

I moved toward her and stopped inches from her. I touched her arm. I slid the spaghetti strap off of her shoulders, and her dress fell to the floor. Unhooking her bra, it followed the dress and pooled at her feet. I dropped to my knees; my cock was finally beginning to swell; I could feel it pressing against the front of my pants.

I pulled her panties down; her mound was bare. I needed this, I realized. She stepped back and away from me. Her hands were at her sides; her feet were together. I stared at her breasts, her nipples, the flare of her womanly hips, her slit; she was beautiful.

For a little while all of the bad we'd talked about would disappear in a universe of womanhood and her woman's body. I stood. I was still dressed, but I moved toward her and knelt down in front of her once more and kissed her nether lips. She parted her legs a little, and I forced my tongue inside of her. She backed off from me again.

"Take your clothes off," she said. I stood and did as she told me. Both naked, finally, we looked at each other for a long moment. She stared at my erection and came to me. She kissed me. She took my stick in her hand and stroked it.

I pushed her gently toward the bed and turned her around. She bent over. Her bottom completely vulnerable and exposed to me; she spread her legs wide. I knelt yet again and kissed her butt and licked her crevice. If I hadn't been sure before, I was now. Her heat ignited my own. I licked and sucked her anus and then stood. I pushed at her rosebud and she, reaching back, pulled her buttocks wide apart opening herself to me as much as she could. I gained a lodgment. I pushed in a little farther; she groaned a little.

Soon I was deep inside of her, mastering her. She rested her face on the back of her hands as I took her. The rhythm was slow and easy. She made low simpering noises as I did her. She fingered herself as I pumped away. She began to stiffen and push back at me. I think she was having an orgasm; I was for sure, and it seized me. I began to drive harder into her finally stiffening myself as I unload a sea of cum inside of her. I collapsed on top of her back flattening her onto the bedspread.

Later we laid together saying little. We spooned and she felt good in my arms. This is the way it was supposed to be, I thought. It should have been this way with Marci too. But, I had gotten lucky. Elsie would save me.

******

He went to the coffeemaker and put the coffee on. Marci would be awake soon. He'd almost gone to her during the night. But, he felt he had to have some time to think over all of the bad things, the stunningly bad things, that he'd heard in the previous couple of days. The wall clock showed it to be 9:00AM. She was never this late getting up, especially not on Sunday mornings. Fuck it, he thought. He made a decision. She'd paid for her sins, unconventionally, but she'd paid. He would support her. He headed for their room where she was evidently still asleep.

She was naked, laying half on and half off the bed. A pill bottle was on the floor next to her hand. The suddenness of the realization of what he was seeing drove all sense from him. He screamed, "Maaarrcii."

The EMT crew arrived in minutes; she still had a pulse. He had called Elsie and her ex. Now he was pacing back and forth in the waiting room cursing himself for not being with her the previous night. His tears wouldn't stop and he was wringing his hands and pounding the foot-thick waiting room walls when his company joined him.

******

"Tell me Howard, tell me now. I don't care how bad you're hurting," said Mickey.

"Easy, Mick," said Elsie seeing his concern.

"I—I—I don't know. We talked after we were with you all the other day. I kinda felt weird and slept in the guest room the next night, last night. I had to do some thinking. She seemed okay, well, at least resigned to it. But this morning—she was—she was—she was late getting up. I found her..." he started sobbing again uncontrollably.

Elsie watched the tableau play out, and saw her husband's face. He was—angry! "Calm down, my husband, please," she said.

"I spent all of those years behind bars for her, and she does something like this. Tries to throw it all away. If she survives, I am going to kick her ass from her to Mars!" I said.

Elsie was startled. "You really are angry aren't you," she said.

"Damn straight. If she'd wanted to kill herself, she could have done it before the put me in chains and locked me up! I mean dontcha think" I said. She just held me.

It was 10:00PM that night before she came around. Howard was allowed to see her, but only for a few minutes. He was a wreck.

"Hi girl," he said. She just stared at him. 

"Howard, you saved me?" she said. "Seems like my husbands are always saving me." She let loose a small sob; then, she turned slightly and slept again.

He returned to the waiting room. "She's sleeping. The nurse shooed me out. I think she'll be all right. You guys go home. Thank you forever for coming. I needed that," he said. I nodded, and squeezed his arm. Elsie took mine.

"Call us when we can go in and see her, Howard. Okay?" she said.

"Yes, certainly, sure," he said. We headed out.

I was unlocking the car when Elsie spoke. "You still love her don't you," she said. There was not a hint of jealousy or concern in her voice. This was a very wise woman.

"Love her? More like care for her. But love her? You're the one I love, and don't you ever forget that, wife. I love you with all of my heart. But, I do care what happens to her. I did love her once, and that enough to sit behind bars for almost ten years. Does that make any sense at all?" I said.

Elsie was crying as we slid into the car. "Damn straight it does," she said.

******

I stood back while Howard kissed her and showered her with the affection that she was going to need in order to mend her soul. I decided that this was the time.

"Howard, I know how you feel. But, could I have a few minutes alone with Marci? She and I have some unfinished business. Elsie?" I said.

The two spouses, mine and Marci's looked at each other. They nodded to each other and then to me and left. We could still see them outside in the hallway through the glass partitions.

I looked down at my ex and sighed. "Marci, I still care for you, and I want you to not only know that, but understand it, dear heart," I started.

Her voice was small, "Mickey, I am so sorry. I have all but ruined our lives. I wish that I had succeeded in this. It would have..."

"No!" I said. 

"Marci, we talked a bit that night at the bistro when all of us were together. But, we didn't really finish what needed to be said. Marci, I didn't spend all of those years in the joint so that you could kill yourself. I did it because I loved you and wanted you to be happy—not dead! Am I getting through to you?" I said, a bit more gently.

"But, when I think what I put you through, and Howard too, I..." she said.

"I know. And, I expect you'll always feel some guilt about all of that. But, it is time to let it go and be alive and be happy or at least try to be. Howard was an asshole when he cuckolded me, but I am growing to actually like the guy, go figure. That said, Marci, I am with a wonderful woman and you're with Howard, who I hope turns out to be a wonderful guy—I am hopeful.

"We will see each other from time to time, but Marci you are his woman now, and you need to act like you care about him. He'll come around to all that went down. And, I don't think it will be too long in the coming. Just give him a little space. And, love him. Are we on the same page here? I mean no more of these kinds of things, okay?" I said.

"Okay," she said sniffling.

"Good. "I'll call them in now, and we can all be relieved and positive," I kissed her lightly on her forehead, and went to the door to summon them.

******

It was quiet in the car on the way home. She finally spoke.

"So, what did you say to her?" said Elsie. She looked at me with the most questioning look I'd yet seen from her.

"Essentially what I told you. That I still cared for her, and that she cheapened what I did by trying to do herself in. I think she got the message," I said.

"What else? You were talking for some little time," said Elsie.

"That she needed to give Howard some space, let him come around. That I no longer hated him. I even told her that I was coming around to liking the guy. I told her we'd keep in touch.

"She promised to not ever try anything like that again, I think she'll keep her promise," I said.

Elsie nodded at me. Leaned into me and I felt the love of a woman making me whole once again.

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