15 comments/ 78411 views/ 25 favorites We Need To Talk Ch. 02 By: julybear7 This opens the very next morning following Part I, and through a series of conversations provides back stories for the two lovers. A late development tests the relationship. A bouquet of flowers and many thanks to OneSilky for her help and input on this.Feedback and high votes may continue the story. enjoy, jb7 * Sunlight streaming through the windows and sliding doors woke Chris. As the sleep left him, and his body became aware of his surroundings, he grinned. Looking down his body, he saw the dark red tousled hair of his sister, laying on his chest. She had come to his room last night, saying they needed to talk. There had been a lot of communication, but very little talking. He moved his hand and lightly caressed the skin in the small of her back. He heard her murmur something in response. "What was that?" he asked. "I was just saying a prayer in thanks, thanking God for every thing this past year, horrible as it was, that brought me here this morning. A bit selfishly, but for Tommy's illness and passing, thankful that it was as fast as it was so he didn't suffer too long, for the expenses that made it necessary for me to ask for help, for Ellen thinking to call you, for you and your offer, for this place, for you being able to tell me how you felt, for me loving you and recognizing it." She took hold of his member. "And for this magic wand of yours. In 20 years of marriage, I was never able to have more than a single climax a night when Tommy and I made love, and we tried often. Nor was Tommy. Last night, there were at least four for me, and I can remember three for you." She shifted position so she could look at him. "So I was saying 'Thank you, God, for this man.'" Chris reached down and pulled her over him, her legs straddling his hips. "Tell him thank you also from me, for sending me this beautiful, sexy, adorable, beautiful, lovely, lusty, beautiful, sexy woman," he said, punctuating the adjectives with kisses. He pushed the bed covers down, then pushed her up on her knees, so he could look at her nude body for the first time. "My God, you are absolutely gorgeous," he whispered as he took in her body, from the heavy natural breasts, sagging slightly from their weight, capped with silver dollar sized areolas, nipples just starting to show, down past the indentation of her waist, over the toned abdomen she had acquired while he was gone, to the auburn colored bush which disappeared where their bodies met . She beamed at his words, "You approve, then?" "I'd have to be dead not to approve, and even then, I think I'd probably break out of my grave seeing you like this." "Mmm, I get the feeling there are other parts of you that agree," she said, shimmying her hips over his. She raised up and guided him to her rapidly moistening center and lowered herself onto him. "Mmm. I don't have a lot of experience in judging cocks, but I have to say, this feels like a real nice one." She started to slide her hips along the vertical axis of his body. "I've not done this much, either. Is this right?" "This will speed your climax, but at some point you're going to want to go up and down on my cock." She changed her motion to match his words. "That's right, mmm, god, that's good, very good. While doing that, you can also move your hips in a circle, sort of like a hula dance." She looked down at him, his eyes closed in rapture. As she attempted the motion he described, she became aware of his cockhead moving against the sensitive interior walls of her sheath, resulting in a small jolt whenever it hit one particular area. She changed her motion to maximize that contact and soon felt the stirrings in her quim which she recognized as her pre-climactic signals. She saw Chris' breathing quicken and felt his hips start to move. Both of their movements became frantic, dis-coordinated as they drove toward the release which they both needed now. Sue tensed, her body on the threshold of climax. Chris continuing to drive his shaft into her, pounding against her clitoris, massaging the sensitive nub on the front of her vaginal wall, fighting against her clamping muscles to keep moving in her. With a primal grunting groan, he expelled his seed into her canal, through her cervix, into her womb, setting off her orgasm. He collapsed, his cock continuing to spasm, pumping seminal fluid into his lover's body as she lay on his chest, quaking and quivering, her body recovering from the explosion of pleasure often referred to as the little death. "Lady," he panted, recovering his breath, "for someone who hasn't done much of that, that was pretty fucking wild.' "Thanks, coach." She raised her head to look at him. "Much as I would love to stay here all day, and continue to explore new ways to tire you out, my body needs some basic maintenance--like pottying, and then some food. I know there isn't much you can do about the first, but if you make the coffee, I'll also see about the second." He laughed. "I can handle that. And after?" "We still need to talk." Once the coffee was started, Chris returned to the bathroom, knocked on the door and walked in. "Don't..." Sue started to say as the door opened. The odor told Chris the nature of her business. He flipped on the exhaust fan and reached in to start the shower. Sue looked at him, shocked and puzzled. "Doesn't it disgust you?" He looked at her, vertical furrows between his eyebrows. "I can't think of anything about you or your body which would disgust me,' he answered, bending down to kiss her as she sat there. "Want to join me?" "Tommy..." "I'm not Tommy." "I know, but you're from the same family, and some attitudes run in families. Like that." "I suppose, but we had slightly different experiences growing up. I spent my early childhood with our mother, who had a kind of laissez -faire attitude about the body and its functions. Tommy's first three years were overseen by a sitter who thought everything about the body was the devil's work, especially the waste it produced. Even though I was only four years older than Tommy, it made me laugh to see her handle his diapers." Chris pinched the fingers on one hand together as if he were holding something obnoxious, his arm stiffly extended, a 'sour' expression on his face. Sue broke out in laughter so hard she farted into the bowl, magnifying the sound. Chris guffawed, "Wow, I guess the honeymoon is over before it even got started." Sue laughed again, blushing. "Your own fault, clown. Get in the shower. I'll be right there." The love and laughter in her eyes belied the sting in her voice. She finished the paperwork and joined him, sliding her arms around his waist, her cheek to his back. "No, you're not Tommy. And that's another reason I was thanking God." He turned to kiss her. "Was it all as bad as the bits I saw?" "Later, after breakfast," she promised. "You need to know some of the junk, the misconceptions, like the toilet thing, the walls I'm going to have to get over. Your brother could be very charming and loving, fun to be with. He could also be a mean, cruel son of a bitch, especially if he wasn't getting his way. I expect you know that. I just have to remember that wasn't you. I also have to remember that when you were like that, it wasn't really you. That's what we have to talk about, and what it was like to live that day to day. "I love you, Chris. I knew it the night we went dancing. I just couldn't accept that you might feel the same after all those years." Chris' face broke into a giant smile at her last words. He pulled her to him for another kiss. "Are you sure you want breakfast right now?" he asked. She laughed at him, at his frank glee. "It's not so much want as need right now. I haven't eaten since breakfast yesterday. If we go back to bed right now, tempting as that is, I'm afraid you'd be making love with a comatose woman." "Hmm, possibilities, possibilities." "Rat! Wash me, and let's get business done so we can play some more." Her eyes shone, recognizing his love for her matched hers for him. For breakfast, she mixed up some cinnamon oatmeal muffins. While they baked, she put together a fruit salad of melon, grapes, berries and kiwi fruit. They ate on the patio, looking out over the valley to the south. Their chairs were at an angle to each other, hands within easy reach. She reached out and took his hand, holding it loosely, fingers entwined. "Do you remember the last time you visited us?" "You were living in Eugene; Tommy was working some sales job, industrial tool machine. I remember him complaining his territory was shitty, that he was being set up to fail. He was pretty drunk, and getting royally pissed off at you. I had never seen him so ready to hit someone." "He thought I was the reason his territory was so bad. His manager had a little contest going among his sales force. Each quarter, the agent with the lowest sales, including the new agents who had been there more than half the quarter, that agent had to supply the "entertainment" for the quarterly sales meeting. Historically, that entertainment had been the agent's wife. It had been going on so long, they all just accepted it. Nobody explained it to Tommy until the week of the meeting. When he told me, I said no. In spite of what you may have heard before we got married, Tommy was my first, and only, lover, until last night," she said, squeezing his hand. "There was no way I was going to do that. Tommy accepted that and explained to his boss, who apparently announced to the other agents that I was some sort of poor sport who didn't care about her husband's career. But when the other wives found out, they all refused to go along anymore. "As a result, Tommy was moved to commission only payroll and given the worst territory in the state. That weekend you came to visit was his third week without a sale, without a check. He blamed me. Said if I had cooperated, he'd have had the best territory instead of the worst. "I knew it was the drinks talking, but it hurt. I told him there was no freaking way I was going to open my legs to save his twenty-five thousand a year job; that when he was making a hundred thousand, I'd think about it. That's when he got mad. When I said I'd think about it. "That was the weekend you stopped him from beating me. You said something to him while you held him back, after he hit me the first time. Do you remember what you said? He looked at you as if he wanted to kill you, then ran out of the house and was gone nearly a week. When he came back, he had the weather job and we moved. Do you remember what you said? He never told me." "I told him 'don't hit her for your mistakes.'" Sue nodded, her brow knitted in thought. "When we started dating, I thought he was the coolest guy, cute, smart, charming. I decided on our second date that he'd be my first lover. He, apparently, was attracted by my questionable reputation. I knew what they were saying about me, but the guys who knew me, my friends, knew it wasn't true. Until Tommy came along. He thought it was true. "That first time, he didn't ask anything except could he. When I said yes, he just shoved himself in me. They probably heard my scream downtown. Between the scream and the blood, I scared him to death. But not soon enough, he had come almost as soon as he entered me. That was the night I got pregnant. Didn't know it, didn't even think about it at the time, but I made him use a condom every time after that. "When I told him I was pregnant, he tried to blame it on someone else, based on my reputation. When I reminded him of our first time, and pointed out there hadn't been anyone else since then, he grudgingly accepted responsibility. I knew he had college plans, so I wasn't expecting him to offer marriage right away. I would have waited, and told him so, but he insisted." "Dad insisted, told him to man up, take responsibility for his mistakes. It was Dad's suggestion to join the service, half decent pay, good benefits, training." "Benefits for the servicemen were good, I guess; not especially for the family, at least me. The doctor I saw for my three month check-up hadn't examined a pregnant woman since med school, he told me. He didn't realize, didn't recognize the baby had problems. "Between that visit and the next, it died. Whether there was an infection, or the dead fetus caused an infection, they didn't know, but the effect on my uterus was irreversible, it no longer produced a viable lining to support a fertilized egg. I know Tommy told everyone I miscarried, but they had had to abort a dead fetus. "I went home right after that and stayed with your folks for awhile. Ellie was teaching and you were in grad school, so the two of you were around quite a bit. As bad as I felt, that was a good time, just about the last good time. "Your Mom took me to see a specialist in the city to see if they could determine what had happened. They couldn't, but they did tell me it would be a miracle if I ever carried a child to term. They were also surprised that I had even been pregnant. One of my fallopian tubes is totally blocked, the other, nearly half. " "That, I think, was the weekend I fell in love with you." Chris interrupted. "Ellie had been called into school for some voluntary training, and there was a movie opening that we had been planning to attend for three or four months. I was pissing around, complaining about it, and there you were, just losing the baby, and getting that rotten news, trying to cheer me up, pointing out that it would still be around for awhile. "Being around you that month was a lesson in living in the moment, realizing what was important, and I knew when you left I would miss you terribly. When you did go, I envied Tommy something fierce, and I resented him for taking you away." She smiled at him and kissed the back of his hand. "When I rejoined Tommy, that night when we were 'getting reacquainted' and I told him that we didn't need to use the rubbers anymore and why, and about the tubes being blocked, he just got a very strange expression, like he had caught someone pulling a joke, but too late, you know what I mean, then he said, 'just my luck.' When he climaxed, he just rolled over and went to sleep. He never mentioned the baby or anything about it again." Still holding his hand, she stood up. "Let 's go inside. I want to be held, and there's no way to do that out here." Chris rose and they walked into the living room. He sat on the sofa, pulling her down so she laid in his arms, across his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. "After basic training, he requested weather school and was accepted right away. He was good, and he enjoyed it. He got promoted pretty quickly, and when he elected to extend his service, was made master sergeant. He was sent to the Gulf, for the last six months of his enlistment, to help set up and modernize their weather stations. "Another sergeant's wife, who was pregnant, and I shared quarters while he was gone. She was about ready to pop when he got home. The expression on his face when he saw her, it made me want to cry. Such longing. Tenderness." Her voice caught as she choked back a sob. "It's so easy for so many, and to not be able... I suggested adopting once. Before I could get the word out, he flat out refused to discuss it. "A service buddy gave him a lead on a sales job in Florida. We moved there, and six months later, he came in one day and told me we were moving to Arizona, he had a 'better' job. That one lasted almost a year. I knew things weren't going real well for him. He developed an ulcer on that job, and toward the end of the year it was flaring up almost daily. "We were so in debt to everyone we had to sneak out of town in the middle of the night. We just took our clothes and the few precious memory items we wanted to keep, left the furniture, it was all second hand anyway. We made it to Oregon before the car broke down. Tommy talked his way into a job as service manager for a car dealership. He worked just long enough to pay the repair bill and save enough to get us to Eugene." Sue paused to think, blinking away some tears. "In the twenty-two years we were together, your brother never bought me a present, not for Christmas, my birthday, not our anniversary. He said he gave me his check every week, I could go buy my own presents. Some times I did and told people they were from him. I think that embarrassed him." She snuggled in closer to Chris. "Mm, this feels good. This is some thing else he'd never do. Once in a while, if he was in a good mood, or horny, I could get a hug and a kiss, but never did we just sit and snuggle. "Our sex life was a lot like our first time. Once or twice a week, he'd roll over and grab my breast, and kiss me. If I didn't refuse him, he'd enter me right away. I learned his signals, how to read his mood so I could guess when he was going to approach me, and I'd masturbate for a little bit before going to bed so I'd be kinda ready for him. "He suffered from delayed ejaculation, so he was usually able to get me off before he came, which was good, because once he came, he went soft immediately, and was done for the night. He'd just roll over, no kiss, no good night, no thank you. "In fact, he never said thank you for anything I ever did for him. Nor please, for that matter. Or, if I didn't do some thing he had asked, or told me to do, more likely, there would be a flash of anger, then he'd just do it himself. Unless he'd been drinking, then I'd hear about it." Feeling an increase in the tension in Chris' arms, she stopped, leaned her head back and looked at him. "Why in hell did you stay and put up with that shit? What you're describing is a not very subtle form of wife beating." Chris pulled her closer. "If I had known, I would have come around more. Maybe it would have helped to diffuse his anger toward you." "No, when you were there, somehow it got worse. He was worse, more like he had to show who was boss in his house. I think that was part of the reason I was mean when you were there, partly to stand up to Tommy, partly to make you uncomfortable so you'd leave. I was the same way with my sister. "And it wasn't all bad. When things were going well, Tommy could be a lot of fun, and I got to meet a lot of interesting people through t he TV station. I met Willie Nelson, Mrs Clinton when she was First Lady, Dolly Parton, most of the Missouri politicians, some from Illinois and Kentucky; other, less well known Hollywood folks. And I finished high school and college, and got a nursing license. Did you know I'm a registered nurse?" She leaned back and smiled at him. "At least I was. I let the license lapse. But the training came in handy when Tommy got sick. "By the way, you are holding a woman of substance. The TV station, as part of their benefits package, bought Tommy a life insurance policy. It was automatically continued when he went out on disability. Three years salary, a quarter of a million dollars. The check came the other day. I need to open a bank account so I can deposit it. Think we can go to dinner some time soon?" she asked, her face alight with happiness. She hesitated for a minute, frowned, then continued. "But you're right, he was abusive. And like a lot of abuse victims, I thought, to some degree, I was responsible. Plus, I had nowhere else to go. My family? They would have charged me rent, and gone through my luggage looking for things to steal and pawn. Your Mom and Dad were gone. You? At the time, I thought you hated me. I couldn't support myself, not safely. I would have had to work and live in the worst part of the city. With Tommy, at least I didn't need to be afraid of frequent physical abuse, just an occasional spousal rape. "Can you understand why I thank God you're not Tommy? Why I appreciate everything you've done for me this summer? Why I think I've fallen in love with you?" We Need To Talk Ch. 02 "I didn't realize Tommy had turned into such a bastard." Chris shook his head, "I am so sorry you had to put up with him like that. I don't know why he was incapable of showing you love or affection. That last time I visited, in Oregon, when he didn't come home. I figured he'd be at the bar on the corner and went to look for him. He was there and we talked. "I asked him why, if you made him so crazy, why he didn't leave. He said he couldn't, when he had been overseas, the thought of you waiting for him was the only thing that made it possible to get through the day. As much as you aggravated him, he loved you. "But, he told me, you weren't the source of the aggravation, you were just the reminder that he had fucked up, and spoiled what was supposed to be his play time. He wasn't ready to join the adult table. And he felt he hadn't had a choice. "He told me about your response when he accused you of not caring about his career. I laughed at him. Told him he was stupid to have even asked you to participate, that he should have known what you'd do. The fucking job wasn't worth it. I told him your response was exactly right, you were telling him if he was going to pimp you out, then be damn sure the job was worth It, and this job wasn't. He agreed when I put it like that, didn't appreciate my pointing it out, though." "No, he wouldn't have. I know he loved me, in his own way. At the end, when he was dying, he said he was glad I had decided to stick with him, that he couldn't have made it without me, and that nobody else would have stayed. It was as close to a thank you as I ever got, or to him actually saying he loved me. To me. You're going to have to tell me every day, Chris, at least once. Tell, not show, but you can do that, too." A tiny rumble from one of their stomachs was heard. They both looked down to the source of the sound, smiling. "Oh, gracious. Look at the time. We've been talking, or I've been talking all day. I need to start supper. Feel like firing up the grill? We have fish, chops or steak, or burgers. What's your pleasure?" "Burgers are fine. Salad?" "I'll get it started. Want to open some wine? Do that before starting the fire, so it can breathe?" "Got it. Anything else, chef Sue?" "Don't get smart assed with me. It's your own fault for setting such a high standard this summer." She stood and shrugged off her robe, letting it lay on the floor as she went to the kitchen. Just before she disappeared through the door she glanced back over her shoulder. "Since I'm doing the cold part, I won't need the protection." "You will if you want food to eat." he called to her. They had put the robes back on to eat on the patio, but were forced to return inside for dessert by the chilly evening. Over the berries with homemade shortcake and Asti, Sue asked, "Last night, you said Ellen knew there was someone else, but didn't know who. Given the rest of what you said, the someone was me?" Chris took a sip of wine to wash down the last of his shortcake, and set the glass down, not looking away, but still not meeting her gaze. "You were part of it, most of it. Like I told you earlier, I fell in love with you during the period you stayed with the folks after you lost the baby. I didn't realize that for a few years, when I stopped to analyze why I was so pissed at Tommy whenever we visited back and forth. I couldn't tell anyone why I was mad at him, so I had to pretend to be mad at, or to not like, you. "Then just after our fourth wedding anniversary, I thought I discovered some evidence that Ellen was being unfaithful. A couple of motel receipts charged to our credit card. It hurt like hell. Instead of asking, I just went out and got drunk, one of maybe three times in my adult life. While I was doing that, I ran into some women who had been in some of my classes the previous semester. Four of them, two married, having a girls night out. We all got pretty shit -faced and wound up going back to the apartment the single girls shared. Before the night was done, I screwed 'em all. "Toward dawn, I started to sober up, so I showered and left. When I didn't come home, Ellie had called a friend on the police force to see if there had been any accidents. He saw me walking and picked me up, to take me home. I convinced him I was okay to drive, so he turned around and was taking me to my car when he started talking about Ellie and her willingness to put herself out for her students. She had learned the father of one of them was physically abusing the student and his mother. To get them away from him, until she could get them help, she had paid for them to stay at a motel. "Shit, the way I felt, I could have walked upright under a snake. I never told her what I had done, or what I had learned about what she had done. For some reason, she didn't want to talk about it. And, truth be told, a lot of the passion, maybe some of the love, had already disappeared from the marriage. "We were good friends who shared a bed, and a couple of times a week, had sex. It wasn't really making love any more. Even though I was drunk, the sex I had with those four drunken women was just as satisfying, if not more." Chris looked up into Sue's eyes. "She never asked me where or why, but I'm pretty sure she knew what I had done. We stayed together another year, never talking about any of it. "Nothing changed. We still shared the bed, and every Wednesday and Saturday, we screwed each other, but there was nothing there. Then one Saturday night, we were going to bed, and I saw her getting her diaphragm ready. I asked her why were we doing it and she turned and looked at me like I had three heads. "I went downstairs and got a bottle of wine and some glasses and then went back to her. We drank the wine and talked until dawn. She told me about the student, and said she hadn't told me at the time because I seemed so busy and remote, she didn't think I'd care. I told her about finding the receipts, and how I felt. I didn't tell her about the women, I was too ashamed. She did ask if I had been unfaithful; when I told her only once, physically, she just nodded, as if she already knew the answer. "We looked at our relationship, really looked at it, and where we were going professionally. We realized it wasn't going to work, in the long run. We could have stayed together for a couple of more years, but not much more. We wound up making love for the first time in two years, then I got up, packed and moved out that evening. We've stayed in contact, I even spent Christmas with them once when I was on assignment in L.A., although that's a while ago. "If your question was, were you responsible for my marriage failing, I don't think so. I think Ellen and I were just two real good friends who got caught up in the wedding frenzy when all of our friends were getting married. We enjoyed each other in bed, genuinely liked each other as persons and thought we could build a life on that, like so many people seem to. And like so many, found we were wrong." "And companions since then?" Sue asked with a smile and twinkle in her eye. Chris raised an eyebrow at her. "You looking for confessions?" he replied. "Yes, there have been some. Over the years, there have been a few women I have met on a regular basis who have been willing to let me share their beds when I've been in their vicinity. Mostly single, thirty and forty somethings, some single mothers, some separated, on their way to divorce, two couples, one female, one mixed. Or is that TMI?" "It's more detail than I expected, but about what I thought. You're too handsome not to have had women make themselves available to you. From the quantity you listed, am I to assume there weren't any strong emotional attachments." Again, the smile and the hint of amusement in her eyes made it seem more like teasing than probing. Chris' face first went somber, then smiled. "No, no emotional attachments. My heart was busy elsewhere." Sue returned his smile. "It's getting late. Let's stack these dishes and continue this conversation in bed," she said, standing up. Chris just smiled and started gathering the dishes in a pile while Sue covered the berries and shortcake. They lay facing each other, only their feet touching. Chris was smiling, his eyes bright with joy. Sue looked at him, recognizing the meaning behind his smile, and returned it, partly in response to the smile, mostly in response to the love it conveyed. "I don't want to sound mercenary," she started, "but do you intend to keep on working? With the income from the rents, and from the wineries, do you need to keep traveling?" Chris saw and heard a small frown in her expression. "I don't travel because I need the money. If I didn't, if I had stayed here and only took care of the business the farm represents, we wouldn't be lying here right now. I would have gone bonkers years ago. Much as I love it here, and like the people in the village, I need to get to the larger cities, to be among city people for a while every few months, to get out and interact with people familiar with the popular culture. "Not that the people in the village aren't aware, it's just they don't have to interact with it. Sometimes that need in me becomes like an obsession and I have to get away. That will probably change with you here, but I don't think it will entirely disappear. Hopefully, you will want to come with me." "Sometimes, probably. But, while I missed you terribly, I have to say I really enjoyed my month alone. I know that may, probably will change, and I can understand your need to experience the hustle and bustle of cities now and then." She hesitated, looking into his eyes, chewing on her lower lip. "Please don't misunderstand what I'm about to say. I am in love with you, more than I can ever remember being in love with Tommy, and I love you, more now than I did this morning, and I thought that was going to make me burst. But, when you are traveling alone, if you feel the need to visit some of the women you told me about, the single thirty and forty somethings, I'll understand." She paused, then went on, "I'm not asking for, I don't want the same kind of permission," she said, still looking in his eyes. "Until you pack my bag and drop me at a bus station with orders not to return, no other man is going to come close to my lady. Even my gynecologist will be a woman." At that, Chris grinned and leaned in to kiss her lightly. "No other man, huh? Does that mean if I bring home another woman, you might think about it?" He kissed her before she could answer. "Thank you for what you said. But, if the need for a woman's attention gets that great that I need to consider visiting someone else, I'd be on the next flight home." His hand reached out and slid over her hip to her buttocks and pulled her closer, so he could feel the warmth of her body, but not the touch. "The only time this dick will visit anyone but you is if you give me a direct order to fuck her by name. Understood?" "So, you're putting me in charge of your Mr. Mister? Meaning I can have it whenever I want it, and if I want you to pleasure the seventy-five year old widow down the road, you'll do that, too?" She teased. "Hmm, only if I'm certain you really mean it." He looked at her, his brow furrowed, "I'm sort of curious now, though. Would you, what would you call it, loan me out?" "I don't know. The circumstances would have to be pretty special, and the person someone we both care about a lot; not just for casual sex, but in a situation where it would really be meaningful for her as well as for you; but probably more for her sake. What about you, can you see a situation where you'd "loan me" to another man?" He thought for several seconds. "No, I can't think of a situation where that would be likely to occur, or a man I think enough of. The only man who might have had that kind of claim is no longer capable of using it. And even if he was, I think I'd still let him think I was ungrateful and ungracious rather than share you. "The mixed couple you mentioned?" "Mmhmm. He's well into his seventies now, and suffers ED due to diabetic neuropathy. I suppose he's still capable of oral sex; it's been a while since I visited him and his woman." "His woman, not wife?" "Yeah, last I knew he and Vicki weren't married. She'd be about fifty now. It was her idea I join them. He could only get it up then watching her with another guy. He'd get her ready, I'd screw her, then he'd clean her juices off me, mine off her, then fuck the bejesus out of her. Then he'd clean her up and have me do her again, while he went to sleep next to us. It was always the same." "People in their relationships are as varied as the snowflakes in a blizzard. It never fails to amaze me. Meanwhile, all this talk of sex and sharing has one of us all wet," she said, throwing her leg over his hip. "And you have to do something about it. I command you to fuck Susan!" she said, with a faux haughty tone in her voice, her face alight with love and passion. "You do, huh. Then I guess I'll have to, but it'll be hard." "I hope so, otherwise you won't be able...mmmff" and her comment was sealed by his kiss as he entered her. Chris' bladder, aided by the first rays of the sun, woke him. Sue was still wrapped around him, her leg over his hip, her arms around his neck and shoulder, her pelvis pressing his piss hard into his belly. When he tried to extricate himself, she gave out a soft moaning "No," and tightened all her grips. "Either that, or the wet spot is going to get a lot wetter," he told her. "Okay, but come right back. It's cold and lonesome when you're not here." "I promise," he said, kissing her forehead. "I'll be back as soon as the water works shut down." She looked up at him, her eyes finally open, grinning. "Just be sure you don't walk away and leave the water running." He just laughed and walked into the bathroom. The sound of his stream triggered a need in Sue, who soon followed him. She walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Didn't want you to get lonely," she whispered in his ear. "It has always amazed me, the male plumbing has. Both life creating seed, and liquid waste using the same exit from the body." She peeked around his shoulder, watching his stream diminish and stop. "Oh, good! I was afraid you were going to go on forever. If you will excuse me, your running water has had its predictable effect on my bladder," she said sitting down. "I'll see you in bed in a minute." Chris laughed and gave her a quick peck on the lips. "I'll be waiting." On the way back to the bedroom, he thought he heard a noise, crunching gravel, come from the front of the house. He went to look out the front window, and saw a strange car pulled up on the far side of the driveway. He was unable to see the driver because of the angle. When he got back to the bedroom, Sue was just getting into bed. He glanced at the clock- -half past seven, on a Saturday morning. He looked at Sue, pulling on a pair of jockeys and sweat pants. "You better put on a nightgown and robe. It looks like we have company. There's a car in the driveway I don't recognize. I can't tell where the plates are from, can't get a good look at them. You expecting any one? Or have any ideas?" Sue shook her head. "The only people I know who might visit unannounced are my family, and they don't know where I am, or where you live. Your manager?" "She thinks I'm still in Washington. I wasn't scheduled to leave until tomorrow morning. I requested stand-by status Thursday. I'll go invite them in, unless it's a lost sightseer, at this ungodly hour." While he had washed his face and found a pullover, Sue had thrown on a flannel knee length nightie and her robe, and had gone to the kitchen to make coffee. Chris slipped his feet into the thong sandals he kept by the front door and stepped into the late September crisp morning air. The small sedan had pulled up just past the front door, across the drive, so he had to approach it from the back, walking into the rising sun. As he turned to walk to the driver's door, he caught a glimpse of shoulder length sun bleached blonde hair. Just as he reached the passenger door, the car started, and began to pull away. He rapped on the window, startling the driver, causing the car to stall. He opened the door, asking, "Is there something we can do for you?" The driver turned a tear stained face, with a small mouse under her left eye, to him. "Hi, Chris. Would you have a spare bedroom I can borrow for a while?" she asked with the tears plain in her voice. "O my god, Ellen! What are you doing here? Are you okay? Where are Rick and Mike? How'd you get the shiner?" The questions tumbled out of him. "Come in, we'll get coffee and breakfast. Have you eaten?" "Thank you, coffee would be great." She swung her legs out to stand up. When Rick reached out to help her up, she stood and stepped into his arms, wrapping him in a hug. "It's good to see you again." "You, too. C'mon in. Sue will be glad to see you again, too. We were just talking about you last night." "She's still here, and you two haven't killed each other. Miracles do happen," she said, giving a half laugh. "Yes, " he agreed, "they do." He pushed open the door, ushering Ellen inside. "Sue, come see who's here to visit." Sue came into the living room from the kitchen. In her mid thigh length robe, over the knee length flannel nightgown, with her still sleep tousled hair, she looked very much like the lady of the house on a weekend morning. She looked at the visitor, slightly puzzled, then recognized her. "Ellen," she screeched and ran to her, wrapping her up in a giant hug. "Oh, my god, its been forever and a day. Is your family with you? How long are you going to be around? Of course you'll stay here, right, Chris? Sit, sit, I'll bring the coffee." Ellen looked at Sue, heading to the kitchen, then at Chris. "Are you two...?" Chris nodded. "And when I called, I was afraid you'd kill each other. Look, I don't want to be in the way. I should just go." "What's wrong, Ellen? Who hit you? Was that Rick?" Sue heard the questions as she came back into the room, coffee and supplies on a tray. She set the tray down, then took hold of Ellen's chin and turned her left cheek into the light. "That bruise is about three days old. About the time to drive from Los Angeles, if you didn't stop too long anywhere. Talk to us, Ellen. It's amazing what unloading that kind of baggage can accomplish." "Coffee first," she said. "I haven't stopped for anything but gas since I left St Louis yesterday morning." She accepted a cup from Sue, added sugar and creamer, then tested it for heat. She looked at Sue. "You look a thousand percent better than you sounded when you called." "Thanks, that's about how I feel, thanks to you, Chris and this place. Mostly Chris, though, and his cooking. Wait until you try his chicken casserole. It's to die for." "You cook, too?" she asked, looking at Chris. "Too?" asked Sue. "She guessed about us. But," he went on, looking at Ellen, "that is such a recent development, the only thing it might explain is her hairdo." "What's wrong with my hair?" Sue asked, in mock indignation, resulting in laughs all around. Ellen took a small sip of coffee, then drained her cup. "You didn't buy that in any supermarket. I may live 'til lunch, now," she commented, setting her cup down. "I was serious, Chris, when I asked if you had a spare bedroom I could borrow. If I had known you were still here, Sue, I probably wouldn't have come, but I couldn't think of any place else to go." "What's happened, El? Have you left Rick?" She nodded. "That is sort of the summary statement. "When I called you about Sue, remember I said we were going to school to pick up Michael. He was at the University of Colorado at Boulder. Over the summer, he transferred to UCLA and was staying at home this semester, waiting for a room in the dorms. We Need To Talk Ch. 02 Wednesday, God, was it only Wednesday, I had an early meeting, and was going directly from home. I was about halfway to the expressway when I remembered a packet of information I needed, that I had left at home. When I got back to the house..." Her voice broke and she started to sob. In a few seconds, she began again, "I walked in and found Michael and his father, naked, in the living room, in the 69 position." Her voice broke again. "I guess I lost it and attacked Rick, accusing him of all manner of evils. He defended himself, physically, and pushed me away. I fell and hit my cheek on a coffee table." Her voice was steady, and tears were streaming down her cheeks. "I don't know why I'm still crying about this. I've been crying for 2700 miles." She gave a weak laugh. "Oh, shit, Ellen. I am so sorry." Chris reached out to take her hand. Sue put her arm around her shoulder. "Well, the fall sort of calmed us all down," Ellen continued. "Michael explained to me, while Rick was getting some ice for my cheek, that he had been the aggressor in their relationship. He had realized his last year in high school that he was gay, and had come out while he was at Colorado. "He said as he became more comfortable with his decision, and more experienced," she gave a small shudder and went on, "he recognized several silent signals, as he called them, that his father projected. They had gone to San Francisco for a baseball weekend in July. That was when he seduced his father." There was a small sob, and the tears started again. "Rick told me that he had recognized a few years ago that he had bi-sexual tendencies, and had experimented a couple of times while out of town on business trips. He claims he practiced safe sex, but he's been lying for a few years, so who can tell? When he told me that, I started to get angry again. I think I could have accepted him having an affair with another woman. I could have fought back somehow. But this, it felt more like rejection than betrayal." She poured herself more coffee and fixed it. "While he was talking, I made the decision, and while he was there in the room, I called our lawyer. I told him we were divorcing, that there would be no contest, that the property and bank accounts were to be evenly split, and that Rick had agreed to pay $50,000 a year alimony. "Then I handed the phone to Rick, saying I was sure he wouldn't want to go to court. When he hung up, I went up to pack, called the people I was meeting with and explained there was a family emergency and some one from the office would be in contact with them as soon as practical. Called the office, and here I am. Not mad anymore, and not quite as cried out as I thought." She tried a small smile. It didn't quite work. "What can we do for you, El?" asked Chris. "How long do you want to stay?" asked Sue. Ellen looked at the couple, one on either side of her. " Thank you. Right now, I think I just need a place to collapse and hide for a few days, but you don't need me here, infringing on your relationship." "Nonsense!" the couple said together. Chris caught Sue's eye, and winked. "Yeah, Sue's been looking for an excuse to move her stuff into the master bedroom. This is perfect." Sue beamed. She had been ready to share her room with Ellen. "You're sure? Both of you?" They nodded. Sue stood up. "While you two get the bags from the car, I'll move my stuff. There isn't much. Then I'll start breakfast. Pancakes, waffles, eggs, bacon, ham? What's your pleasure?" While Ellen unpacked, Chris joined Sue in the kitchen. "You know," she said, "you're going to have to do the same sort of magic on her that you did on me, and it may take longer. I think you may even need to use that great magic wand of yours." "You serious?" Sue nodded her head, slowly. "Yes, I think I am. Mike is her stepson, am I remembering correctly, and they've been married fourteen years or so? Think what her discovery will do to her self image, her image of herself as a sexually attractive woman. It's bad enough to lose your husband to another woman, but to a man, and that man, your stepson? O-o-o-h-h-h-h!" she shuddered. "She is definitely going to need some of your special therapy. With or without me present. Or both." Suddenly, she smiled "It's going to be warm today. We can go skinny dipping." "Skinny dipping? At this time of year? What has this man done to you?" Ellen stood in the door to the kitchen. She had changed into jeans and a pullover sweater which hugged her body like a lover, showing off a nicely sized bust. "To properly answer that question, you have to see the pool. Which we will do right after we eat. What would you like?" "Chris, what was that Italian omelette you used to make us Sundays for brunch?" She looked at Sue, "We tended to sleep in on Sundays, especially when we were first together. He'd get up first and make these great omelettes out of leftovers." "Fritatta," said the couple together, looking at each other. "Chicken," said Chris. "Fricassee," said Sue, at the same time. They broke out into grins, then the trio laughed. "How long have you been a couple?" Asked Ellen. "You act like you've been married for years." "I don't know," answered Chris. "What time is it?" "Nine-ish," replied Sue, smiling, pulling stuff from the fridge. "Hmm, about 35 hours, give or take a few minutes." Chris said, pulling pans from the cupboard. "Although, to be fair, I was gone a month, so she was left here alone with no one to talk to but the raccoons and deer, and a few wild birds. So, as soon as she feels civilized again, she may up and leave me." "Don't count on it. I gave you your chance yesterday, and you pledged your undying devotion to me and my lady." "Your...oh!" said Ellen, blushing. Over breakfast, Chris and Sue described the farm and his various winery endeavors. Ellen was intrigued by the pool, but given the chilly morning, wasn't sure she was ready to try skinny dipping, especially with a man she hadn't seen in nearly fifteen years. Sue offered to loan her a suit, but thought it might be a little small, especially since it was a one-piece. The alternative, was for Ellen to swim in her skivvies. This was pure sophistry on Sue's part. She and Ellen were, nominally, the same size, especially through the bust. Because of her running and swimming over the summer, Sue was trimmer, more solid than Ellen, and visually, looked thinner. Ellen, not being aware of her activities through the summer, thought Sue's swim suit was purchased to fit her present figure, not the one she had when she was built more like Ellen. Expecting an uncomfortable, unflattering fit, Ellen opted to swim in her undies. Sue gave herself a mental high five. It was late mid-morning as the trio walked to the pond. Chris pointed out some of the sights and sites they had talked about over breakfast. For the first time, he saw the feeding station Sue had built while he was away. He asked if any deer had been seen using it. Sue shook her head. "That's good. We need to move it back towards the woods, away from the vineyard. If deer begin using it, and discover the grapes, a half dozen deer can kill a small vineyard in less than a week." "Oh," said Sue, apologetically. "I never thought about that. I don't usually think of deer as grape eaters." "They don't. It's the leaves and new growth they go after. And, while they're feeding off the plants, their hooves can dig in and cut up the roots. They're beautiful, and great to eat, but they can be hell on any kind of planted acreage." They had reached the turnoff for the pond. Chris instructed Ellen to close her eyes and give him her hand to guide her. Sue followed, her hands on Ellen's hips to help steer her on the way to the water. It had been nearly a week and a half since Sue had been swimming, so even she was unprepared for the expanse of wild asters which had taken over the lea surrounding the pond. It looked like a carpet of yellow, orange, rust, and purple had been spread over the ground. When Ellen heard Sue's gasp of surprise and amazement, she opened her eyes and echoed her. While she looked around in bewilderment, after all this was Upstate New York, not exactly known for such beauty, her companions were shedding the robes they had worn. The splash as Sue entered the water, drew Ellen's attention back to the reason they were there. As she focused on the pond, Sue's red head broke through the surface of the pond. Her painful gasp, followed by "Omigawd, it's freakin' freezin' in here," elicited a laugh from her companions. Chris was poised on the shore to dive into the cold water. The sight of his well muscled back and tight buns refreshed some memories in Ellen which she thought had gone forever. As he dove, she caught just a glimpse of his member, hanging free. The sight and the memory stirred something within her, and she felt the beginning of a tingle between her thighs. She pulled off her top and unbuttoned her shorts, letting them drop. After removing her sneaks, she ran to the pond and jumped in without pausing, figuring if she thought about how cold it would be, she'd change her mind. After three or four minutes in the water, she no longer felt the chill. Even the air felt warmer. Sue and Chris were swimming laps, Chris easily out swimming Sue. His long arms were cutting powerful, driving strokes through the water, completing a lap in just about a minute. After five round trips, Sue made her way over to where Ellen was sculling around in a circle, enjoying the sun on her skin. Sue led her to a place where they could climb out of the pond, and they made their way to the blankets she had brought along to lay on. The sun and the breeze combined to dry them fairly rapidly. In a few minutes, Chris joined them, shaking his head and splashing them with the drips from his hair. "You rat," they both yelled, laughing. He dropped down on the blanket between them with a huge sigh. "It's too bad I can't find a way to enclose this for the winter. That's the only attraction Florida and California have ever had for me," he said. Turning to Ellen, he asked, "So, how did you like my pool?" "It could use a heater, but otherwise, it's lovely." Chris sat up, an unreadable expression on his face. "A heater, huh. I'll heat you up," and he fell forward, his face landing on Ellen's stomach before she could react, where he delivered a resounding raspberry, and set his hands to search out the ticklish areas he remembered she had. Ellen screamed and began to laugh. She tried to push Chris away, and only succeeded in exposing herself to more attack. Sue lay on the blanket, laughing at the horseplay. As she watched, she saw Chris's hands skillfully slide under Ellen's bra and lift it over her very erect nipples. Somehow, he had maneuvered himself so Ellen's legs were over his shoulders. His face lowered between her knees, catching a nipple between his lips. Ellen froze, moaning. Sue watched Chris pull her panties from around her hips. "Chris, what..." started Ellen. "Sshh," he replied, moving his face to between her thighs. The first touch of his tongue caused another, louder moan. "But Sue..." She gasped as she felt his fingers enter her, and a thumb begin to stimulate her clitoris. "Oh, God! It's been so long since... damn, Chris, you're too fucking good at this! O! Shit! Don't! Stop! Not noooooooooow!" And her legs began to kick in the air. Soon her whole body was shaking, and whatever she was saying sounded like oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! Chris lowered her legs back to the blanket and lay down beside her, Sue spooning into his back, rubbing his chest, kissing his ear. "You did good, lover." Ellen opened her eyes, her breathing still uneven, and looked at Sue. "You don't mind? You're not mad?" "It's funny, ironic, in a way. Last night, one of the last things we talked about before going to sleep, was under what conditions having sex with someone else would be permissible. I told Chris, if there was a woman we both loved, who needed to have her femininity reaffirmed, then he would be free to make love to her. He told me, only if I ordered him to. While we were getting things together, I did just that. Told him I wanted him to seduce you, that after what you had been through, you deserved to be loved by someone for whom you still had strong feelings. Was I wrong? Did I make a mistake?" Ellen laughed. "No, Sue, you sweetheart, no mistake. Does that mean I get the whole enchilada? And are you going to do more than just watch?" She rolled onto her side, facing the couple. Glancing down at Chris's groin, her eyes grew big. "Jeez, Chris, I think you've gotten bigger, and you were already almost too big for me." "Mmmhm, you get the whole enchilada, as you put it. A couple of simple rules, though. You don't get to sleep in our bed, and he doesn't sleep in yours unless I'm there, too. And, while you're here, you have to share him with me. As for my participation, I don't know. I've never been involved with another woman. If you were willing to try, I guess I would, too. Were you considering some kind of payback to Rick? Or just curious and adventurous?" "I don't know, really." She reached for Chris' rod. "That was the best orgasm I've had in a few years, and instead of satisfying, it acted more like an appetizer. Right now, I guess, knowing it's available, being horny and all, I guess I'm feeling a little wicked." She smiled and pulled on Chris' staff. "If I can get a sample of this, I'd like to try something, Sue, that I haven't done since I was sophomore in college." She grinned. "I always wondered what a threesome with you would be like." "Too bad we didn't try back then, it might have saved fifteen years of bad feelings. Or if we could have got Tommy involved, too, maybe more." She moved to lay on her back as Ellen got into position on her hands and knees, between Sue's thighs. While Chris was getting into position, Ellen dropped to her elbows and began kissing the inside of Sue's legs. At the first touch of her tongue, Sue felt a frisson of exhilaration pass through her. Reflexively, she jerked away, then settled back, with a low moaning, "oooo." Ellen continued concentrating on the soft, sensitive inner thigh areas, occasionally venturing into the thatch covered area surrounding her outer lips, eliciting louder, longer moans. Concentrating as she was on Sue, Ellen momentarily forgot about Chris, until she felt his tip opening her, entering and stretching her, her own moaning replaced Sue's in the meadow while Chris worked his way into her lady, marveling at the tightness of the 40-something chickpea under him. He paused about half way in to let her adjust to his girth. Instead, she pulled forward on his rod, then pushed back until she captured all of his length. A loud guttural scream accompanied her effort, causing a flight of small birds from the sanctuary of the surrounding pines. Sue could barely hear her muttering, "oh god, oh shit, oh my god. Uh, uh, ow oooh, Christ, mmm." She sat up and signaled to Chris to back out. He pulled his hips back slowly, to a change from sounding distressed to pleasured in Ellen's tone. Not until he was nearly ready to exit her did she acknowledge his movement. "Back in me, now," was all she said. Chris reversed direction, working his way back into her love chute with short back and forth strokes. Again he paused about halfway in. When Ellen signaled she was about to repeat her action, he held her hips and slowly and gently pushed in until his pubic hair was mashed against her ass cheeks. There was no scream this time, only the repetition of the phrase, "oh fuck!" Until he bottomed out in her. Sue had scooted up to hug Ellen, holding her around the shoulders so that Ellen was leaning on her. "God, Sue, how can you take this? Rick never gave me the impression of being small, but shit...Chris, is the same prick you had when we were married? Have you had some weird surgery, or just gained weight in a strange manner. Can you back out like you started to come in the last time, short in and out strokes? That's right. That's good. Oh, yes, that feels good. I may live after all. Okay, a little faster...more. More. Okay, a little harder, yeah, that's right, oh shit, that's starting to feel good. Okay Chris, go for it, fuck me!" She pushed Sue down on her back. "Where were we? Oh, yes. I was about to sample your pussy juices," she said, dropping her head between Sue's legs. The change in position elicited a moan as it changed the pressure points in her vagina. Her tongue snaked out, running up and down Sue's slit. Oral sex had not been high on Tommy's list of enjoyable sexual activities. In fact, with the exception of a half dozen times when he had been both drunk and amorous, she could probably count on one hand the number of times his tongue had been in contact with her vulva. The other night Chris had demonstrated a willingness and a certain amount of talent, but the lighter, more focused, almost delicate approach she was experiencing now was enough to convince her, that from this day forward, she would not lend Chris out, only share him. Soon it was hard to identify the sources of the sounds filling the meadow. The lack of activity for a long while, her needy emotional state, and the feeling of being stretched and filled beyond capacity combined to quickly bring Ellen to a gigantic climax. Nearly senseless, she pulled away from her two lovers and fell on her side, in orgasmic bliss. Her two partners looked at her, then at each other and smiled. In a heartbeat, they were joined and completed their simple mating dance with each other. Ellen watched, fascinated. This was the first time she had witnessed a live performance of the act of love. She was overwhelmed by the beauty of the act performed by two people so obviously in love with each other. Although Chris' thrusts appeared to be as hard and fast as those she had received, there was a tenderness, almost solicitousness, he exhibited toward Sue. It stirred memories of their early days together, before the sex had become routine, memories which were lacking with Rick. Their climaxes, seconds apart, triggered a mini-wave of pleasure in her own lady, strong enough to be noticed and to bring a smile to her eyes. She leaned in and gave each of them a kiss. "You two should give lessons. I have never seen anything more beautiful than the two of you together." She stood up and looked at the pond. "Will the water still be as cold as it was?" "What is it, Ellen?" Chris asked, softly. "It's just me. I don't belong here. Watching you two, I realized that only once in my life have I ever really made love, and that was the night we broke up. I've had a lot of sex. But, making love? Not really, and I don't want to get between you two." She turned to look at them. "I'll be honest, I feel needy enough to try. And, bad as it might make me feel, I don't think I could stop." She started picking up her clothes. "Ellen..." "No, Sue. I'll pack up and leave as soon as we get back to the house." "No, you won't," Sue replied, iron in her voice. "You'll spend the night, and tomorrow night with us, in our bed. You need some time to make some plans for yourself. It may as well be done here, where you have someone who cares to help and advise you. Whether or not we all have sex together, that is a question we'll deal with when it comes up. No pun intended," she added with a saucy grin. Ellen looked at her, a trifle taken aback. She looked at Chris, the question plain on her face. "What she said," he said. Sue got up and crossed the short distance to Ellen. She stood in front of her so her nipples just grazed the other woman's. "When we get back to the house, we'll decide what we want Mr. Unicorn over there to cook us for dinner and send him out to shop. Then you and I will lay down and discuss what's really bothering you, and you show me how to attend to this," she told her guest, sliding her hand between Ellen's thighs, grazing her labia. Her tone let Ellen know there would be no arguments allowed. The slightly older woman felt herself open and moisten. Sue's smile told Ellen she was aware of it. We Need To Talk Ch. 02 On the way back to the house, Sue refused to let Ellen wear her clothing, or carry anything she could have used to cover herself. She made her keep her hands at her sides, saying, "It's unlikely anybody will be around today, but should we meet someone on the road, keep your hands down. You may look at the ground, but you may not cover yourself or turn away." Luckily, from Ellen's view point, they met no one. At the house, when she started for her room, Sue stopped her. "We have to decide on dinner first. Why don't you make us some daiquiris, then we can sit in the living room and discuss it." Ellen was beginning to question whether or not she liked this new assertive Sue, but she couldn't deny that being ordered around by her was affecting her level of arousal. "I...I'll need to get something to sit on or I'll stain the cushions." "When you're done making the drinks, towels are in the hall closet. You may get us each one." "Yes, ma'am," she said, meekly. Shocked at what she had just said, Ellen thought, "Why did I say t hat? Why am letting her boss me around so? I wouldn't even 'play' a submissive for Rick, ever. What's going on with me?" Consternated or not, Ellen fixed the drinks and served them, then got towels for the three to sit on in the living room. While Sue and Chris sat together on the sofa, Sue directed Ellen to a chair, across the room, nearly hidden in a corner. Sue asked Chris what he would like to cook for dinner, and before he could answer, said, "I think we should have some sort of fish. Yes, I think flounder, stuffed with a spinach-crab filling will be good, don't you?" When Ellen started to answer, Sue turned to her and ordered, "Drink your drink, Ellen," then turned back to Chris. "Yes, stuffed flounder, some baby potatoes, and roasted brussels sprouts. Can you do that?" He nodded, not trusting himself to speak to the strange woman who had suddenly possessed his lover. "Good. You may have to go into the city to get the fish. That's fine, and pick up some nice wine to go with. Now, go get dressed and be off. Ellen and I have some things to talk about." She stood up and picked up the cocktail she had not touched and walked to Ellen. She held the glass to Ellen's mouth, saying only, "Drink." She did not remove the glass until the libation was gone. About the time Ellen was done, Chris came into the living room and gave Sue a kiss good-bye, nodding to Ellen as he turned and left. "Are you ready to talk?" Sue asked her. When she opened her mouth to answer, Sue asked, "Did I give you permission to speak?" Ellen looked puzzled, and started to answer again. "Were you given permission to speak?" Sue asked again, in a firm voice. Ellen felt another rush of fluid in her vajayjay, as she silently shook her head. "Are you ready to talk?" Sue asked again. As her puss flooded again, Ellen nodded. "Very well, follow me. Bring the towels." Sue sat on the edge of the bed, indicating Ellen should do the same. "Tell me what you're feeling," she said, in a kind tone, to her visitor. "I don't really know. Confused, aroused, lost, like I want my Daddy's lap." She spoke hesitantly, expecting Sue to interrupt her at any time. "What are you confused about?" Ellie gave a short, snorting laugh. "What am I not confused about? Not Rick and Mike, I think I've accepted that and realize there is nothing I can do about it, and nothing I did caused it. Mostly, right now, I'm confused about my reaction to finding you still here with Chris, your relationship, and how open you two are to sharing. And I'm confused by my reaction to your being so domineering since the pool." "And being so aroused by that?" Ellen nodded, shyly. "Lost, tell me about that." "Wednesday, when I left Rick, I just got in the car and started driving, not having anyplace in mind. It wasn't until I found myself on the Thruway I realized where I was headed. I don't know why I'm here." "You said it, you needed Daddy's lap. At the pond, I saw the same kind of reaction in you that I had when I realized I was alone after Tommy died. Until you can make rational decisions on your own, you need someone to give you direction. I don't know if you are really a submissive personality in general, if it is just situational, or part of your sexuality. I have no interest in finding out. I do not want to be your controlling mistress. "That said, you do need some direction. I can, and will, do that for you. You will stay with us until Thanksgiving. You will have some regular chores to do, in and out of the house. How well you do those, in my view, will determine whether or not you join Chris and me here," Sue said, patting the center of the bed. "Now, I think I said some thing about your teaching me how to properly attend to this," she smiled, sliding her hands up Ellen's thighs, to their juncture. "You also said we would talk about what was bothering me. Sue, I really appreciate your willingness to help me, to guide me right now, but if you knew what I realized at the pond, you'd chase me away with a gun." "What, that you're still in love with Chris, or at least, you think you are." The two women were busy arranging themselves on the bed, face to face, nipple to nipple. "You have to remember your ex's personality. Chris is very old school when it comes to relationships. Unlike us, he can only be in love with one woman at a time. Lucky for us, he can love more than one woman at a time, in the sense of very strong friendships, and he can have meaningful sex with them based on that; but he is love with me, and I am with him, and if he is pressed to make a choice, that is what will guide his choice." "And you're not afraid that'll change?" Sue smiled and shook her head no. "Why?" Sue hesitated for a long moment. "You have to ask him for the answer to that." Propping herself up on an elbow, she asked, "Anything else, or should we go swimming again?" Ellen looked at her, shocked. Seeing the laughter in Sue's eyes, she returned it, out loud. "No, nothing, but instead of messing around, can we just cuddle while you tell what has happened between the two of you. I was floored when he said he'd invite you here until you got back on your feet. I figured one or the other of you would commit murder before the end of the first week." Sue gathered the older woman in her arms. "Well, after buying me a piece of my favorite pie, your ex confessed he was going to ply me with food so he could get into my pants. And, although he said that wasn't what he meant, he proceeded to do just that. Then the night I was ready to open up for him, he went off on a month long business trip, with only a day's warning." Ellen pulled her head back so she could look at Sue. "It couldn't have been that simple. When we were together, he could make that omelet and make a decent club sandwich. He had to read the back of a soup can to heat it properly." She buried her head back in Sue's breasts. "Well, he is generous to a fault, and was almost over solicitous. If I mentioned in passing there was something I wanted or wanted to do, or wanted done, it happened within two or three days. When I complained he was doing too much, he said he had to make up for Tommy and how he had treated me. I said then, to earn my keep, I'd take over cleaning the house; he explained to his cleaning woman why she didn't have to come anymore, but he still pays her every week. He said she is a single mother with six kids, from five to twelve, and is the family's only income." "That helps explain why you love him..." "You have to ask him. Why did you two break up?" Sue asked, to distract her. "As it turned out, over nothing. The real question should be why did we get married. We've been friends since junior high school, part of the same crowd. We didn't really date date until we got into college. We started dating our freshman year. I let him make love to me on our first date. That goddam huge cock of his, I had never been so full. It was always good, sometimes better than others, but always good. "But then, toward the end, we just fell into a rut, and we got busy with our own lives. And I sensed he was getting involved with someone else. He sort of denied it, said he had only cheated once, but there was someone, I could tell. The night we finally talked and cleared the air, the last night we were together, he told me he thought I was cheating, I was floored. In a sense, he was right, it wasn't him I was screwing, just his cock. I was surprised when he didn't remarry. I was certain there was someone waiting for him." "How did you meet Rick?" "I'm almost ashamed to tell you, it's so cliche'. He was my divorce lawyer. He had lost his wife a year earlier, in a boating accident. Ours was one of the first no-fault cases in the state, and he kept telling how refreshing it was to handle a civilized separation. Then, when I met Mikey, I fell in love with both of them. When all of this clears, I probably still will; is that sick or what, twice divorced, and still loving both husbands?" "Not at all. What's the song lyric, a woman is singing about the end of an affair. ' you are just somebody I used to love, but you'll always be someone I choose to love.'* For whatever reason, you are no longer in love with them, but there is still that about them which attracts you, which you find loveable. "You have to find a way to reconcile that with the sense of betrayal you have about both of them, Rick and Michael, and their relationship. And I suspect, from what you're saying, there is still some question in regard to Chris. You may have thought that night you cleared the air, but there are some lingering doubts, aren't there?" Before Ellen could answer, they heard the front door open and close. Then Chris's voice was calling, "Hello, anybody available to help unload?" Sue's face lit up. She gave Ellen a swat on the butt, saying, "Go get some shoes on; that gravel hurts like hell on bare feet. While Chris gets dinner, we'll go for a walk or run, which ever you think you can manage." "The walk; I don't get much of an opportunity to run. Shoes, no clothes?" "There's no one around for five miles in any direction except me and Chris. While he was gone, I got used to walking and running the track nude. It's really kind of liberating." She grinned, slipping on her sandals. "Of course, it can be embarrassing , too. Monday, I was transplanting some flowers In the back of the house. The doorbell rang, and without thinking about how I was dressed, I walked around to the front to meet the mailman, totally starkers. It wasn't until I saw his jaw drop I realized how exposed I was. "Now, go, get your shoes. Walking nude will also motivate us to keep moving since it'll start to get chilly as the sun starts down." The car had been unloaded, and the groceries stashed until they were to be prepared. Chris had also bought ingredients for a berry crisp for dessert. The three of them briefly discussed the girls' plans for a nude walk while he cooked. He reminded them of the need to move the feeding station. "Just move it to the other side of the track. I can have a couple of workmen move it to the woods Monday. After you move it, go back to where it is now and pee in two or three spots each. That'll keep the deer away from the vineyard." "You're kidding," gasped Ellen. "Just squat and pee, outdoors, in front of each other?" "Mmhmm, knees together, feet apart, so you don't spray your shoes," Chris grinned. "Chris! You're no help!" Sue laughed. "C'mon, Ellie. It's not as bad as all that. Didn't you ever pee in the woods when you went to summer camp?" "I never went to camp when I was a kid. The only time I ever peed outdoors was when we visited friends who had a place on a small bay off the ocean. A few times I did it while swimming, but it felt strange. I was still embarrassed." "Let me guess. You don't pee in the shower, either." "Of course not! That sounds disgusting!" "Did you ever have sex in the shower? Or in a pool?" Sue pointed to a trough like structure resting on the ground nearby. "Here's the feeding station. You grab this end. We should move it ten steps or so past the gravel track." Once the trough was moved, Sue went back to its original site and squatted, then loosed her yellow stream for a few seconds, moved a few feet and repeated. "Don't just stand and watch. I only have enough pee for another spot. If it'll make it easier for you, I can turn my back, or you could close your eyes and pretend you're at a restaurant." Ellen stood and watched as her new best friend, she realized, voided in front of her. She shook her head, and said, "What the hell!" as she copied Sue's actions. Sue grinned as she watched the conservative wife and mother began shedding her inhibitions. "What," Ellen demanded, seeing Sue's grin. "I was just remembering some thing Tommy said about you. We were still in Texas, just after I returned from my stay with Mother Davis. I was telling him about seeing you and Chris so frequently. He said, 'Mm, that chiquita, she's the only reason I ever envied Chris." Sue stood up. "Done?" Ellen quickly finished making her deposits and joined Sue on the gravel pathway. Sue slipped her arm around the other woman's waist. "Tell me about your life with Chris." Back in the kitchen, Chris was putting together a berry compote, to serve as the filling for the crisp, for dessert. When he finished, he put together the streusel topping. He would finish it when it was time to put the entree on the heat, so it was warm when served. As he worked, he thought over the last two days, from arriving home Thursday and declaring his nearly life long love for Sue, his brother's widow, to the sudden appearance of his ex-wife, in an emotional tumult. At Sue's insistence, he had seduced and screwed his ex. As he thought about it, 'screw' was the only word which fit the experience, much like the sex they had when they were married. It had been physically pleasurable, and he had experienced a climax and ejaculation, but emotionally, he had needed the conjunction with Sue afterwards. Their joining had been briefer, more intense and at the same time, more expressive of the tender affection they felt for each other. He and Sue had discussed the situation Ellen had presented last night, a woman they both liked, who presented a need for bolstering emotionally, as an instance when it would be permitted to stretch the limits of their fidelity, with the permission of the other partner. Still, he had doubts. He knew, in the future, unless Sue was with him, participating, he couldn't repeat the morning's activity. He also knew it was something he would not suggest. Even when proposed by Sue, he would question her about her motives. He resolved to get her alone, to discuss his decision. Chris had continued working during his debate with himself, and had the stuffed fish ready to start when he heard the women coming in the front door. He poured the cheese sauce over the rice and fillets and slid them into the oven with the sprouts. He stirred the fruit compote to be sure all the berries were coated with the syrup, covered them with the topping and put the crisp in the oven with the fish. He then opened and poured each of them a glass of the Riesling he had found. After Chris described the meal and told them it would be ready in about a half hour, Ellen asked if she'd have time for a shower. Chris told her yes, even if the food had to wait a bit. When she had gone, Sue turned to him, an excited look on her face, and began, "You'll..." Chris stopped her with a kiss. When they separated, he spoke, "I realized something while I was cooking. After Ellie leaves, I don't want you to 'lend' me out again. The only person I want to make love with, have sex with, screw, however you want to say it, is you, ever. Marry me?" She looked at him, puzzled. Then, as what he had said registered and she realized what he had said, a broad smile lit up her face as her arms found their way around his neck and her lips found his. "Yes." *Someone That I Used To Love Songwriters: Masser, Michael H; Goffin, Gerald1980