3 comments/ 11605 views/ 3 favorites Family Isn't Blood - Fred's Life Ch. 01 By: wieliczka Please read http://www.literotica.com/s/family-is-not-blood-ch-01 It will aid in understanding this story. Recently, a friend of mine from California called and said he was getting married again. His previous wife of over 34 years, whom he was honestly devoted to, had died in a freak auto accident over 9 months ago. She had physical and emotional problems for the past 15 years. While grieving, he looked up an old flame. She was part of a close group in school. He never approached her then to take it higher, afraid to get a 'let's be friends' answer. He moved away shortly after that. About 2 years after that, he drove the 200 miles to ask her to be his. He met her and was 2 minutes away from asking, when she said her serious boyfriend would be by in 20 minutes. He never asked and left to go home 10 minutes later. She never asked why he was there. Over 36 years later, having never seen or even heard of her since, he starts looking her up. He finds her older brother. She's been divorced for 17 years. Phone calls, visits, more phone calls, more visits. They are getting married. I wanted Fred to have this story. ==================== Family is not about Blood - Fred's new Life 1 Rescuing my daughter I got back home about 3 hours after the shower was over. Larry took me home after we spent some time at a neighborhood bar, in someone else's neighborhood. Angelka joined us after she dropped off Rita. I was still just in a state of shock. My marriage of 25 years was as good as over. I had pubicaly humiliated my whore of a wife and disowned and exposed my daughter for their disgraceful cheating. Now I was alone in the house, alone. I knew that it as going to be that way, but it did not make it any easier. I think that Larry and Angelka knew what it was going to be like, they kept me close. Rita was moved out and I came home to a new bed. A new lonely bed. Mike had organized the move and included the purchase of a badly needed replacement. The old bed was beyond its life any way. There was no loss in it. I was not looking forward to sleeping alone, I was dreading it. You get comfortable living with someone, even if that person was bad for you. Having someone physically there acknowledges that you are still alive, and not just in your own head. And now she is gone. Needed to be done, but it still is bittersweet. I was not 'allowed' to eat alone for the next couple of months. Larry, Angelka or someone else would just happen to stop on by, give me a call or take me out to dinner. I never knew how lonely a person could be. Don't get me wrong, I did what I had to do. And I would do it all over again. The cancer in my life needed to be cut out, I just had to live with the gaping hole while I healed. I had given much thought about my relation ship to Cathy before the shower. She knew of her mother's cheating for years. Damn it, she could have warned me. Only if she was not so taken in by her mother. But when did she find out? When she was in college? or high school? or when? Cathy's relationship to me was damaged by this all, but something in my mind told me that I needed to find out from her directly. So even before the shower, I had made up my mind to seek her out. Even if it was just to confirm the worst. Four days after the shower, I called her up. She had a difficult time believing that I wanted to talk with her at all. I asked that we meet away from everyone. I did not want any gate crashers. The weather cooperated, and we met by the Shakespeare statue in Lincoln Park on Saturday morning at 9AM. She would be able to hop a bus to get there, and get back home easily. Much cheaper than parking. I arrived at 8 and waited. She arrived at 8:30. I think that we both wanted to be there. I could see her over 2 blocks away. There was the girl that I brought home from the hospital as a newborn. The one that I changed diapers, took to school, sweated with her and her girl scout projects, her girlfriends and her first boyfriends. I was the one who helped her study and supported her to do well in college. I was the one that walked her down the isle at her wedding. She was the one that betrayed my caring and love, allowing her mother to whore around for years, not even giving me a hint of that. I felt a betrayal of my love and caring for her. Losing my whore of a wife was a good thing, painful but a good thing. The cancer has been cut out and I am starting to heal and regain strength. But to have lost my daughter too, the rest of my life? With all the problems in my marriage to her mother, Cathy was the source, my source, of life in that marriage. Honestly, besides inertia, she really was the reason I stayed together with Rita. I did not live through Cathy, but Cathy and her marriage to Mike was the hope for new and better things. I knew that I could never be as close to her as her mother, but there was a healthy father and daughter bond. With her mother now banished from my life, our 25 year history was more important than who the sperm donor was. Now I was waiting for her, alone and away from everyone, to find out the why about so many things. Her gait has changed with her pregnancy, but the pep in her step was now missing. Cathy was looking worn and fearful, she saw me a block away and slowly walked to the park bench by the statue where I was sitting. She looked relieved that I was there ahead of her. The first thing she did was to ask me when I arrived. Since the previous mayor sold off Chicago's parking to the private sector, parking costs are a premium and enforced. Spending extra time means spending extra money, something she knows that I do not do without cause. I offered her a barely warm glass of the herbal tea she likes. She accepted, took a sip, and pensively waited for me to talk. "How the hell can anyone start taking after so many bad things happened?" I asked. "What I have to know is when did you find out your mother was cheating with Paul or anybody else for that matter? I need to know this upfront. Don't lie to me. There is much I do know, and if I hear any lie from you, this conversations and all other conversations are over. Forever over." Then I waited. Cathy was looking at the ground when she slowly answered. "I have nothing more to protect, nothing to hide that has not been exposed. Lying did me no good. It did no one any good. Telling the truth will be painful to you. It will also be painful to me. Fred, I will be honest with you, and with me." Cathy just pulled herself away from our family, she did it for me to see. It was not a put on. She was not even attempting to pull any emotional ties. She put us down as two unrelated people who shared a history. She cleared her throat and quietly started. "I first got an inkling of it when I was in 4th grade. I came home from school early one day and he was there. I thought that it was odd, but mom sent me to the store to buy some milk and he was gone when I came back. She never mentioned anything about it. It started happening more often in 5th grade and she finally let me know for real when I was a freshman in high school. I had started to date at that time. She gave me her cover story saying that no body was getting hurt. Do you remember how difficult freshman year was for me?" I nodded. Her grades went into the basement that year and it took until the end of her Junior year to get them back to the B+ student she was in middle school. Things were starting to make some sense. I nodded, but stayed quiet and waited. "I was never home when they were...doing it. But sometimes he was there when I came home, or he arrived when I was going. I know now that this was wrong, but it was my mother who was doing this. It just kept going on as the years went on by. Those couple of years in high school were hell for me. I had no one to talk about it with. Expose your mother's affair? In our neighborhood? At our Church? At my school?" She remained quiet after that. I started to see that as a young child, she was put into a twisted situation. If only I had known. What am I saying, I don't know what the fuck I would have done anyway. But I had a bit of an answer, not a nice answer, but a real answer. She pulled her daughter into her life of lies and betrayal, and starting at such a young age. I remember so well her grades falling off starting in high school. I knew something was wrong, but I trusted it to just growing up and changing, not having to live her mother's lie. She watched the lie of her parent's marriage. How could Rita do something like this to my little girl? To anyone's little girl? That woman deserves to rot in hell for this. Hell is better than she deserves. Larry said that he could be the go between for the divorce. If I got near her, I would ... suddenly I realized that someone was shaking my arm. "Are you OK?" Cathy was looking at me and shaking me. She jolted me back, and tears were starting to come to my eyes. Cathy may have done much wrong in her life, but as Mike said it so well, she came about it honestly. "I'm sorry Cathy. This is a whole lot to take in at once. I never knew..." She broke in, "Because you were not suppose to ever know. She pulled me in, but I stayed there. I am just as guilty as she was. I told you that I'm going to be honest, way late to do any good, but honest with you and honest with me. I could have left clues around, I could have sent untraceable letters in the mail, I could have not covered up things she left out. I did not do that. I'm guilty. I can understand if you never talk with me again, I deserve it. I let you down. You who never did anything but good for me. I drove away your wonderful son. I LET YOU DOWN." She started bawling uncontrollably. That is when I reached over and held her in my arms. She jumped for a second, then collapsed in my consoling warmth. After so much pain, a bit of healing. We talked till 11:15. That was when I noticed that she was starting to fidget, and realized that the tea was gone. I think that I needed to go to the bathroom too. "How about finding a diner we can use the john, get something to eat and a more comfortable padded seat?" She agreed and we got into my car and found a spot a couple of miles closer to her apartment. From the back of a diner, we ordered lunch. Neither of us really had anything more to hide, but we also were not spilling our guts uncontrollably either. I began to start seeing her in a new light. The light was still bad, but I was getting a feeling that she was following her mother's lead, until now. Her mother is controlling, and always wanted things her way. I could see how a child, then an adolescent could get caught up in that and become the adult she became. I did not ask 'go in for the kill' questions, not yet anyway. By 3pm, I offered her dinner, but she said that she had to decline. She needed to go to the store and get some groceries. That is when I offered to take her shopping, and then drop her off. That is when she looked at me and began to tear up. "I thought that this conversation was going to be over in 5 minutes. I thought I was going to take the bus back home alone. But you are not doing that, after all that I have allowed to happen to you, you still want to be around me." "Cathy, we need to meet and talk some more. Are you up for it?" I asked. I knew that we still have more to do, but I knew that we started. We started on an honest level. The next couple of meetings were rough for both of us. She still had not shared with her mother that we were talking. She just said that she was going out. I was not going to push the honesty issue with her about it. It was going to come out sooner or later, but I could see that Cathy was beginning to explore herself. Something that would never happen with her mother. I started to hear more of what she realized that she had lost, and how she could barely cope with it. As I expected, her mother was of little help. Rita was so wrapped up with herself that the needs of her pregnant daughter were a real after thought. I know that Rita is the way she is, but to not care about others that are hurting - especially when you were directly responsible for getting them into that situation? The more I heard, the better I felt about leaving. At a certain point, Cathy asked me what it was like for me to live with the feeling that her mother was unfaithful, and that she may not have been my daughter, but someone else's. Serves me right for asking her difficult questions, needed, but very difficult. It was now her turn. I did not welcome that question, but I was starting to trust the one who asked it. "I came from parents that were devoted to their partners. Healthy or ill, poor or poorer, nice or not so nice, it really didn't matter. Running away to the wide world was always an option for all of them to take. They never took that option alone. They ran away to America together. That is who I came from and chose to be." "Many times in the course of my marriage, I looked at it, and made the choice to stay. When I was young in the marriage, I would not break my vows. Then you came along and I would not break my family. Then with an empty nest and no way to deny the rot of my marriage any more, I chose to end it. Actually, just chose to officially end it. It was unhealthy and over for years. My brother and Angelka were around, our friends were around, your husband's family added to my life. I had a life outside of Rita and marriage. Not what I wanted, not that I was really cared for, not that I was respected by her, not that I felt to be of worth, not anything I ever felt to be what marriage was to be about. Marriage and your mother were just an empty shell that held my body. All the while I hoped that things were not what I thought they were, and my life and the marriage would improve." Then I spoke the first time about her soon to be ex-marriage. "Your unfaithfulness to Mike brought the whole house of cards down for Mike, me and Mary. We were the people that did nothing wrong, and we could not even try to have things get better. I don't think you can really understand what it does to a person when you have devoted your life to them and have them toss you aside. It destroys your soul. No Cathy, I really can not tell you what it was like. Not to the intensity that it happens. Handling death of a loved one is easier to do. There is little venom in death." I became silent with my eyes tearing up. She sobbed uncontrollably. The cost of not being faithful and honest. It was still a couple of weeks before the delivery and she finally told her mother that we were meeting and talking. Rita was pissed as hell, but Cathy started to get a backbone and put her foot down. Rita backed down, stewed like crazy until she got over it, but she backed down. This was a real change for Cathy. She never really stood up to her mother before about things that mattered. Our discussions kept on going. What we were talking about started to change. Cathy was starting to use our time to talk about herself, what she did, felt, thought and became. She was questioning her life and the hell hole of a life she got herself into. I'm not a trained therapist, but I realized that was the role I was partially doing. I was also the role of her father too. I was a safe place for her. With the birth of her child getting near, we gradually moved on to those issues, those issues were more pressing. One of the outstanding things that were the gifts for her child from the shower. Some of those gifts were from people who knew that she was cheating on Mike. I told her that she needed to send out thank you notes to everyone. Both her side, and Mike's side too. She did sent out notes, but it was not a thank you note alone. In her hand written notes she apologized to each and every one of them about what she had done and asked for their forgiveness. Then asked them where she should return the gifts to, as her dishonesty did not warrant their kindness. Without knowing what Cathy did, I started getting calls from these people asking, as one of them put it so kindly, "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON NOW?" The next time Cathy and I met was interesting to say the least. She told me what she had done, and more important, why. On her own she was stepping up to the plate and putting herself on the line. To be honest, I do not think that I would have had the courage to do what she did. Not a single person asked for the gifts back, but some gave a charity address to her if she felt she could not keep their gift for her child. I learned something about our circle from that. Something I was very proud of. I took her to the hospital when her water bag broke and called into work to take semi-planned vacation time to be there the entire time with her. Her mother showed up later. We attempted to stay away from each other as much as possible. Paul was no where to be seen, heard, or even spoken about. As Rita does not drive, I was the one who took Cathy and Sofia home. Thankfully, her mother was waiting for her there. The next couple of months for Cathy was wonderful and difficult. Starting with the loss of her husband and on to her friends and relatives, the normal people that would help a new mother were not there. I was there, and even her mother was a bit more helpful. We kept our distance, but it became easier after she signed the papers that ended the sham of a marriage. In those initial months, Cathy hunkered down with Sofia. She was seeing a bit of her self in that child, the part of being all alone in the world and needing others. She was seeing that Cathy and Cathy alone was responsible for that little girl. She was serious about taking care of that new life. It was three months in when I started to hear something about Sofia's apparent name change. It was not Sofia, it was Franciszka Sofia AND I WAS PISSED. I thought that Cathy and I were going to be honest with each other, and here she was not telling me something as important as this. I was steaming mad when I saw her next and demanded an answer. Then she floored me by quietly saying, "It for your mother raising such a great son who really is my dad." I lost it, Cathy lost it, and even little Franciszka may have been crying too. I guess it was her turn to stand up to her father to do what she thought was right. I really did not tell her what to do very often, but I would suggest things. Sometimes she would agree and other times, not. But I kept moving her toward the future and being emotionally healthy. After all, I had a granddaughter that I was concerned about. When we were going out, sometimes to Mass or just out to eat in the neighborhood, I would offer and about half the time, was allowed to carry Franciszka about. I loved it. I never minded changing diapers, crying babies, feeding or spit-ups. It was just part of being a grandfather. The more time Cathy, I and the little one spent together, the more I was astonished I was of her changes. There comes a time in life where people can put on an act, and this was not one of those. This is not to say that everything went well. That was definitely not the case. There was anger and yelling and stomping off. There was crying and stress that would have wilted a granite mountain. But she grew during this whole time. From that, she never wavered. She was becoming an adult, a crash course to become an adult, but an adult and a responsible mother. I saw that she was dropping what she learned from her mother and picking up caring about others from her father. She started to reach out to more people during this time. Having the child was actually helpful. It gave her a way to start the conversation in a neutral way, and then later, to speak in a serious way with them. She got a few angry and nasty responses, but she kept at it and began to make some headway. In some ways, not having Mike around when going to mass helped. She needed to make her own way in life now, one with her daughter. Family Isn't Blood - Fred's Life Ch. 01 Cathy started to use our visits together to talk about what she had done, and why. After she became pregnant, she slowly started to realize what kind of life she was going to be giving her child. It was not going to be a good one. She was coming to the realization that having a lover on the side, like her mother had, would warp her child like she was warped. She was beginning to realize that her own upbringing was flawed. It was going to damage her child, and no one was going to damage her child. But stopping her affair? That would have taken real courage, courage that she was getting to but did not yet have. Knowing this now, I was understanding her apparent 'instant' honesty, confessions and remorse. She was on her way to being an adult and being responsible for what she did, but just was not there yet when her shower blew up in her face and her world came crashing down. There were few questions that I asked Cathy directly, but this one I did. It was a question that I would never ask Rita. Rita was written off and out of my life. But as Cathy 'learned' her behavior from Rita, I asked. "What were you getting from Cory that you could not get from Mike?" Isn't this the heart of being unfaithful? She asked for permission to really think about this, and not answer it that day, but later in the week. She said that she knew some things, but felt that there were a couple more underneath that she needed to look at. It was over two weeks later when she asked if she could talk about it. "The simple answer was that having an affair...NO, that wrong. It was cheating on my husband. Having sex, fucking someone else, all of it was that it was just wrong and exciting. Very exciting. Mom would have a big smile on her face after she saw Paul. I wanted that big smile too." "But I am realizing that I was also killing my love life with Mike. I would not let him do anything but plain vanilla sex, nothing exciting, different or kinky. I put compartments in my life and he was in one, and wild sex was in the other. Problem was that the wild sex never varied. Cory had a script that he followed. It never really was different. We would do A then B then C. But because it was wrong and illicit, it was great. Getting away with things is exciting but I realize now, that except for that, it really was a bit boring." "Then there is acting and being treated like a slut. I know that I was not acting like a slut, I was a slut, not a wife or now, a mother." She looked at me with tears in her eyes. "I caused my own damage, my own downfall. I deserve what I sowed. All for a little excitement." She started to cry again and I let her grieve her recognition of what she had done, and the loss in her life. Without her saying anything more, I knew that I just got my answer from Rita for the same question. I do not know what Mike is feeling and where he is at right now about all of this, but I think that we are very much alike. I do not know if he will ever talk with Cathy in a heart-to-heart discussion, now, later or ever. But this I know. Cathy has grown and taken responsibility for her actions. Rita has not. I wish Rita well, and to be as far away from Cathy and me as possible. I don't feel that way about Cathy and Mike. Either way, that's not my call. They are their own people making their own decisions. "Cathy, you never learned that marriage is hard work. It takes two to keep the excitement in it. Unfortunately you probably acted just like your mother, that is where you learned it from. You could learn from your father. No matter, my marriage was bad with your mother, it was not good. I did have a life before marrying her. A longer term relationship in which we kept the excitement going. Would you like to hear about it?" Cathy was an adult now, emotionally getting there for sure. But I don't think that Cathy ever really saw me as young and with someone else than her mother. She stopped crying and had a questioning look on her face while she slowly nodded yes to me. "Her name was Zophia. We were in high school together and started college together at Circle. I'm dating myself again. You know it as U of I at Chicago, UIC. Back then, it was new, and so was I. Well, Zophia and I met in our senior year in highschool at Lane Tech. We just clicked. Your father was a bit of a geek at that time, and she was a smart cookie, she got into biology. Last I heard about 20 some years ago she was married and in research somewhere. Neither of us had much money, but we did move in together and lived as cheaply as we could. We lived together for about 3 years when she received an offer on the west coast that she should not pass on. I really loved that woman, but I knew that I should not stop her dreams. I was needed to help take care of your grandparents then. Larry and I kept them as independent as possible till cancer took each of them. That is where I needed to be." I saw a tear roll out of Cathy's eye while I dabbed my own. She knew the story of her grandparents slowly wasting away, and how Larry and I took care of them. There was no money for outside help. There was barely enough money to keep everyone going. I dropped out of the University to drive a truck to be close to home. It was better when Larry came back from Nam. Then I had someone I could rely on besides me alone. "Well, let me get back to Zophia. Those were happy carefree times. Working 32 hours a week at odd jobs while taking a full load at college. Yep, pretty happy and carefree all right." Cathy smiled at my joke. "Worked midnights at a hospital as an orderly for some of that time Getting a 20 minute dead-to-the-world naps completely revitalizes you for another 4-5 hours. Well, you can see that we did not have much spare time, but we made time for each other." "Making love when exhausted was pretty common. So when ever we were somewhat rested and had a couple of minutes, either of us would sneak up on the other. I remember one time she was washing dishes and I nailed her from behind. She never got to turn around, I just bent her over and got her as horny as hell in two minutes. I remember those times like it was yesterday." I was smiling and chuckling at the remembrance. Cathy never heard anything at all like this from me before. She looked a bit bewildered, bordering on shocked. I went on. "She had a couple of ways that she would make things interesting. One morning, waking up, I could not move my arms and legs. Where she found the old clothes line, I'll never know. She teased the hell out of me for what seamed like forever. And then she finally relented and mounted me. I did not last long, but she had masturbated several times for me to see before that. I did get her back for that one. I used a bandana as a blindfold on her. Well, we both loved it." "Cathy, we had freedom with each other. We got to try new things. Not that everything worked out. There are some fantasies that don't work for everyone. Having another join us in our bed was fun, but we never repeated it. Turned out it was something that took away from us, not added to." At this, Cathy had a look of shock on her face. She was seeing me in a different light. Not sure that this was the best thing to share, but just felt that I had to go with the flow. "You see, it is about your partner, your relationship, both of your fantasies and making something from that. You get to create your own excitement with each other. It is based on love and trust to make a marriage work, in and out of the bedroom." She looked at me and asked a question, one of the few she would directly ask about my marriage to her mother. "Did Mom do to you what I did to Mike?" I just nodded yes. "Dad, I am so sorry, I am just so very sorry." And she hung her head down and sobbed. I hugged her. "But we both have a future to get to. You will be OK. I am becoming OK. You have possibilities ahead of you. You know now that you are on the right path. You have a little one to care for and never disappoint. It will work out for both of you." I then hugged my daughter, my daughter that was becoming an adult before my very eyes. A few weeks later Larry called me over to tell me about he did with Paul, and he wanted to have Mike there too. To be honest, I was not thrilled about it, but I also was wondering how Mike was doing. I found out that he was still the Mike that I knew, the good Mike that I knew. Still living with his heart on his sleeve, but not bitter or angry, just still hurt and healing. Healing like we all were in one way or another. I just wanted my divorce to be over and told Larry to offer her to let her keep her $50,000 in her 401K. All just to get rid of her. I wanted it over quick. That brother of mine is a real keeper. I was broke and living from hand to mouth. If Larry had not stopped taking rent from me after the shower, I don't know what I would have done. There was nothing left to sell, except for my soul. And I did that once before to keep the marriage alive. I blew it then on the roll of the dice, but those dice had been loaded, loaded against me. When we all met, Larry first told me about the windfall he got from Paul for me. I have never had that much money in my entire life, and it made the divorce so much easier. It also ensured that I would not die in poverty. He got the money from Paul two weeks before, right after he got Rita to agree to sign the divorce papers. Did not tell me a damn thing about it. I got to hear it first hand, along with Mike. It was good to see and talk with Mike again. The loss of a marriage in the family can cause everyone to lose that side of the family with it. I was always proud of him. Now I learned that he was not mean and vindictive to Cathy and the little one. Getting her student loans paid off was something I could no longer do. Something that was straining Cathy's budget. I was really worried about those financial issues, but Larry worked his magic. Mike was supportive of it. It was good to see that he was trying to heal too. Betrayal is never easy on anyone. The night that Cathy was assaulted in her own apartment broke me out of thinking that everything was going to get better. I could have lost my daughter and granddaughter that day. I was already in bed when I got the call from Cathy. She was crying and talking about being assaulted, but I could not understand her. Then a woman's voice came on the line. She said that she was Cathy's neighbor. Cathy and little Freddie were safe, but someone had been in her apartment and ran away when she and her husband made a loud racket. She asked that I please come over quickly. The police were already called. This was just the start of it. It took a few minutes of talking with Cathy and the neighbors to figure out what happened. The Police beat cops came on by, took the statements and left. That is when I grabbed her and little Freddie to go to my home. I knew that the immediate danger was over, but there was no way any of us could live under that cloud. Larry was away on a well deserved vacation with Angelka. The only other person left that I thought would do any good was Mike. I knew he would come. Cathy said no, but I came immediately back with one word, Franciszka. She immediately folded. Those 15 minutes that we waited for Mike to arrive were difficult for Cathy. She had not met him face-to-face since she signed the papers. She had kept her distance and would go out of her way to stay away from him. I knew show she felt, but I also knew who Mike was. I hoped that I was not going to be wrong. I went with my gut. After he arrived I asked that he hear us both out before he made any decisions. If he was going to refuse her, I was going to ask that he not refuse me. When Cathy was telling him about being attacked, she broke into a full fledge apology for her actions in their marriage. I knew that she needed to say it. She had been holding it up inside for so long and she needed to take this chance now. She may never get another one. The look of shock on his face followed by the refocus on the immediate problem happened in seconds, but I saw what she said in his face. It was not anger or revulsion. It was thoughtfulness and caring and astonishment. That was when I knew that Mike would not abandon us to our fears. He got help, he watched over us that night and the next couple of nights. He stayed around us then, and maybe even a little bit longer than just this incident. He settled us down and came up with a plan for protection. Got us armed for the just in case, then went to work on solving the problem with the jerk. It was over when that guy got arrested for dealing crystal meth. It was the selfies they found in the jerk's apartment of him with infants that froze my blood. I do not wish ill on very many people, but this guy was a big exception to that rule. Cathy told me later that night that she and Mike were going to talk on Sunday, alone. Could something good happen from this near disaster? Something happened in those couple of days, Mike was back being my son, taking care of my daughter. But now they started to talk with one another. At first, it was the business of survival. I knew that Mike did not wish ill of Cathy, but he went so far out of his way to be sure that she and the little one was safe. And they talked. When Mike first arrived he was still at the point of trying to understand what happened, Cathy blurts out how wrong she was to Mike and me. I'm worried about getting killed and the most important thing she has to say is that her daughter is most important - and she was so very wrong. And they talked. Did I say something about them talking? Calmly? Those three days kept me on edge, with a pistol at my side and half an eye open all the time. Then it was over. But they decided to sit down and talk. She called me on Sunday night, waking me up, saying that she and Mike were going to try to make a go of it again. That they had much more to talk about. I had a hard time getting back to sleep that night. It turned out that the next three weeks were the rough ones. I'm really proud of them both. They put everything on the table, even things that they could not solve in a long time or ever could. I was there to support Cathy in this, but I felt that all I did was to listen, and to help her listen to her heart and her head. There were things that went on in these three weeks that I never told her, or Mike for that matter. I figured that they both knew that I met with his Aunt and Uncle. There are few secrets in families. Don't think it is any other way. We all have kept up our contacts with one another. We were still an extended family. I wanted to be sure that they were aware that Cathy was different, good different. They knew. They has seen her grow, starting with the shower thank you note. I filled in a couple of other details that no one else would have known. We were all on the same page. The kids were going to have to work this out, but we were going to be the support staff. The kids won a second chance with each other and they made a grand number of great decisions. It was time for the 'parents' to take a step back, and see how it would all turn out. Life begins anew. Family Isn't Blood - Fred's Life Ch. 02 Cathy and Mike were working hard at reconnecting. I finally got to go to the sidelines without Cathy. She was in the game, and doing healthy things. With all the damage she and Mike had been through, it was so great to see them try again. They were, and they were not, the same people as before. A little older and wiser and much more mature. Did I mention scared, heavy on the scared part. I still got to hear when things were not so good, but that is what a parent is for. I listened and would ask a question that shed some light on either her psyche, or his. I tried hard to never give an answer. With all this healing going on around me, I was feeling much better myself. My 25 years of marriage was over, and I was into a new life. An unattached grandpa holding a little one is a magnet for women. Young women, middle aged women, and older women all like little babies. I guess that the silver in my hair makes me safe. I was starting to wonder how to keep me safe from them. I wanted to start going out, but have not done that in damn near 30 years. This time it was Cathy that helped me. She started with my clothing and hair style, I was getting a make over and none to happy about it. But I was resigned to it. It actually turned out to be pretty good. Didn't even cost me a fortune, just needed to replace some worn out and dated clothing anyway. Do you have any idea how many older unattached previously been married LONELY women there are out there in our little community? They have their antennas out and their wits about them. They hunt for bear, and this polar bear just came out of his den, blinking in the sunlight. I'd hate to see what Florida is like for an older single guy. The saving grace is something that they really did not have when I was a kid, group dates. They don't call it group dates, but it is a group date. No one is really paired up, but can be. And as a group, there are activities from dinners, dancing, movies, downtown attractions, or picnics and the like. Kind of like the current speed dating without the steroids. I never looked at other women when I was married, and now not only could I, I was suppose to. Cathy and Mike were on the sidelines cheering me on. This role reversal stuff....was making me come alive inside. I've spent so much time and energy on others, that I really forgot about my self. In 30 years, it was going to be time for me. What the fuck am I going to do now? After being on the group date circuit, I began seeing some of that crowd for coffee and maybe lunch or brunch on weekends. I was not serious enough for dinner and what ever came after that. That was going to take me longer to ease into. I was always a sucker to get laid, and I was not going to do it like that again. There was a woman that did attract me, and she was not running after me either. Kaja was a 5 year widow with kids and grandchildren in town, and another daughter in Florida with a husband, two 3 year old twin boys. That daughter wanted to have more. Kaja was a warm person, with a quick wit, blue eyes framed by her silver hair. She also had a slight Polish accent that I always find so appealing. Did I say that she can make blueberry perogies like no one else can? With sour cream, it is heart attack city in the making if I had them every day. We starting to meet for breakfast on weekends, then it moved on to lunch on Sunday's also. I knew that when we progressed to dinner DURING THE WEEK, I realized that we were getting serious. It is so nice to be with someone that the term "High Maintenance" did not apply. I have not been intimate with anyone since a couple of weeks before the shower. I've been so busy that I have not missed it much. Now I was starting to miss it. There are now "dos and don'ts" of sex during the time of aids. I remember reading about how it was a problem in certain retirement communities. This time I asked Mike, not Cathy, about how to handle it. Not that I did not trust Cathy, I was just more comfortable talking with a guy, not a daughter. Current thinking, the bottom line is always wear protection, get yourself tested with regularity, get your partner tested with regularity. Unstated: stay monogamous. Asking questions may not be romantic, but it shows that you care, and that is romantic. I had not even kissed her deeply yet. It was not so complicated 30 years ago. I invited Kaja over to my house for dinner one Saturday evening. I determined that I would rather talk about it alone with her, not in a restaurant where others could hear or stare at me when she slapped my face and stormed out. It turns out that she was a couple of steps ahead of me. She has not been sexually active since her husband died. It was not important to her after that. With me being around her, like her being around me, reopened us up to the possibilities and our awakening needs. Her daughter had 'the talk' with her too. The dinner I cooked was nothing spectacular. I did barbeque a couple of pieces of chicken, some hamburgers and some vegetables. I knew that she liked merlot, so I shared a bottle with her. Mike told me how to 'let it breath' to make it more expensive tasting. I am still the peasant and always will be. After dinner was over, we went to the living room and sat on the couch talking. She was sipping krupnic in tea, I had some brandy. We were talking about our children and then grandchildren for a while when we became quiet. I reached over to her and held her face in my hands and kissed her, kissed her fully. She kissed back, and then I pulled back, looking in her eyes. "The times that I have spent with you have been wonderful. I am very comfortable with you, and I think that you are with me. We have become closer emotionally too. Would you want to see where this will lead to?" She nodded yes and was about to say something when I said, "Things are not like they were 30 years ago. We need to talk about being safe." She smiled and said, "My daughter had the talk with me. I have been abstinent for the 5 years since my husband died, and I had a hysterectomy 2 years ago." "Kaja, I got a clean bill of health when I divorced and have been abstinent since. Would you like to accompany me to my bedroom and be my queen for the evening?" She offered her hand to me and we started something new in our lives. We walked to my room while I was holding her hand. I stopped and kissed her gently, then with more force. She matched everything that I did, and then went a little bit higher, harder and deeper. Neither of us were in a hurry. Having been away from the intimate touch of another, and our age and history, we wanted to savor it. We also knew that this was not going to be a one night stand. I wanted her, I wanted to hold her, to feel her, to explore all of her body. I wanted her to make her come, to feel myself in her and her in me. To be lost in the loving touch of another, someone who cared about you. This was not a sexual conquest, it was a joining two people who cared. That is the most exciting thing in the world. I held her close to me then started to unbutton her blouse slowly. I pulled it out of her skirt and gently caressed her bra covered breasts. She was tugging my shirt out of my pants then unfastening my belt. I pulled her face to mine and kissed her deeply. She slipped her arms between us and started to unbutton my shirt, pulling it slowly off my shoulders and dropping it down to the floor. Then she stood back and said, "I want to look at you now. I want to see the man that has been on my mind. The one that cares about me." and then with a devilish grin, "The one that is going to take me to the moon tonight." While looking me directly in my eyes, she ever so slowly let her blouse slip off her shoulders to the floor, followed by taking her bra straps off her shoulders. Watching this woman slowly undress, to strip for me was beyond my wildest idea this day. I was enjoying this so, when she unclasped her bra strap, and slowly dropped her bra to the floor. I was able to see a most wonderous set of tits connected to a most wonderous woman. Then she unclasped her skirt and dropped that to the floor. That was followed by her slip and she was standing there in just a pair of skimpy panties, slowly turning me around so I could see all of her. With that, she walked back to me and helped me take off my tee shirt. Her hands had undone my belt before, and now she was unbuttoning my pants, followed by pulling down my zipper. She reached in and felt my manhood then whispered into my ear. "I know that it had been a long time for you, as well as for me, but we have all night. Let's not worry about any kind of performance tonight. Let us just enjoy each other now." Then she kissed me and pushed my pants down, allowing then to drop to my ankles. She told me to sit down on the bed and then pulled them off the rest of the way, along with my shoes and socks. I reached for her and pulled her down on me, we were both laughing like a couple of kids rolling together over the bed. We were kids again. Experimenting with something new, someone new. Only this time, it was with a lot more maturity and a lot less fear of doing anything wrong. That is when I started to kiss her again, and caress her tits with my right hand, while I stroked her hair and face with the other. Just the feeling a live warm wonderful woman in my arms was heaven. She had other ideas. She told me to lay on my chest, and wait. So I did, wondering what was going on, and waited. She rummaged in the medicine cabinet and came back with something. She started with helping me take off my briefs while I lay there. Thank god for Cathy helping me clean up my wardrobe some months back. Then she pulled out the lotion from the bathroom and started to give me a massage. Kaja started with my calves and them moved up to my legs. It was heaven. It is heaven that someone was actually touching me, it was heaven that it was not expected, it was heaven that it was someone who cared about me. I've always kept tension in my body instead of letting it out through my mouth and getting me into serious trouble. She saw and felt that. Kaja started to work on that tension and I could feel some of it begin to melt away. That is the difference with young and old lovers. The older ones give their partners what their partners need, not always what they want. From working on my legs, she moved to my back and shoulders. I died and went to heaven. I was relaxed on a big level, and I was also started to get worked up over what I was going to do to her. All this while I was thinking about things I had noticed of her, things she said and how she reacted to some things we came across. I had an idea, but it still was going to be a chance. By this time, my back was finished, and she moved a little bit lower. I was looking forward to it, hell, I was looking forward to anything. This was not new for me, but it's been 30 years. She massaged each cheek, and then slipped a finger up my crack. I shuddered and moaned when she touched my asshole. This was not where we were going to end up now, but I knew now that this woman was not a plan vanilla lover. She was willing to take a chance. We were going to get along just fine. This is when I flipped over and told her to lay down. Kaja protested that she was not finished. I told her that we had all night to finish what ever we wanted to. Now it was going to be my turn. I started to slowly caress her tits, then started to suck on them carefully. She was rubbing her hands over my hair and was starting to breath a bit heavier. That is when I slid my hand around her bush then on to just outside of her cunt. I never touched it, just went around and around it. Her breathing increased and I knew I was on the right track. I slowly let my singer slip to her hood, and she shuddered. Then I kept my finger in, slowly caressing it up and down till her thrusts were with me. She was getting hot and heavy, and I was really loving it. I could have brought her off right away, but I had other ideas. I moved my head down to her pussy and started to lick all around it. Then she started to talk, "You wonderful man, you very wonderful man, you got to make me come, please do it now, I'm dying." Then she surprised me. She leaned over and took me in her mouth with one hand and with the other shoved my head down on her pussy. She came instantly and I was 10 seconds behind her. While she was thrashing and I was coming, she pulled me out of her mouth to shoot on her tits. All the while she continued to jack me off. I love being surprised and this one was a great surprise. She rubbed my cum over her chest, then on to mine, and we collapsed on the bed together. I pulled the comforter over us and we slept for an hour. The first sleep of two souls that found one another. She was the one that woke up first. We fell asleep spooning, me on the outside and she on the inside. My hand was holding her breast. She woke me up by swishing her ass against my cock. My soldier was at attention before the general was fully awake. Then she rolled over me and straddled her legs over my waist. She leaned over and kissed me. She pulled back and smiled at me, and she kissed me again. "Fred, I see you are ready for another round? Aren't you?" With that she shimmied backward, until her pussy was right over my cock. She was so wet she was dripping. That was when she grabbed my cock and started sliding it across her slit, back and forth, back and forth. When she started the third time, I gave her a thrust with my hips, and got it in her before she knew what happened. She yelped a little then said, "A little eager for my pussy? Ok, I'll let you. This time. I'm a lot eager for your cock. I'm going to fuck you like there is no tomorrow." She rode me for the next 10 minutes, shuddering through an organism. When she was distracted by coming, I flipped her on her back and grabbed both of her hands, holding then together over her head with one of mine. "Got you now" I laughed and she struggled, but not very hard against my hand. With my knees I split her legs apart. My other hand plunged two fingers into her dripping cunt and pumped her rough. The look of surprise followed by lust let me know, this was great for her. While she was starting to get lost into herself from my hands, I pulled my hand out. She gasped, then I slipped my wet thumb back up her cunt and two fingers up her ass to finish her off. Jackpot. Her coming from my hands was explosive and I gave her a few minutes to recover. I had not come a second time yet, but I was not worried. "Fred, how in the world can I make you come if you don't let me? I got my fantasies of what I want to do to you too, you know." She said in a little mock pout. "Kaja, I am all yours." then lay back on the bed, awaiting for what she had planned. First thing, she got up and grabbed the drinks, but did not give me mine. She put her finger into the krupnic, and coated my cock with it. She then proceeded to lick and suck that honey liquor all off my cock. Then she got the lotion again, and put some on her hands, and started on my balls, then went lower until she was massaging the outside of my ass. Some more lotion, some more rubbing, some more lotion and then slowly into my ass. It was obvious that Kaja liked things put up her ass and she liked to put things up somebody else's ass too. From a woman, this I don't mind and I just relaxed. She started to pump my cock as she pumped my ass. I was enjoying it, and let her do what ever she wanted. Then she started talking. "So you like me putting my fingers up your ass, don't you." She said with a smile. "I bet your are wondering why I'm doing this?" I nodded with a smile. "It's been over 30 years since I did this. My husband was not an adventurous soul, but I was. Honest, true and loving, but not adventurous. After he died, I realized I could also go quickly, and there were things I still wanted to do and other things to do again. I remember my boyfriends cum just bursting out when I played with their ass. I swore if I ever had a chance to do it, it was going to be the first thing I did. Thanks to you Fred, this is a dream of mine, and you're fine with it. That is the best part." I smiled at her, but kept my mouth shut about some other things I also did 30 years ago, and it was not a woman. Kaja looked me in the eye. She lowered her head to my mouth and sucked my tongue from me, all the while stroking me with both hands. Then she moved her body to below my knees. Her head went down to my cock and looked me in the eyes as she started sucking me. Not a slow lick, but hard and loud suck for me to see and feel, all the while pumping my ass. She got her wish, and I gave her a mouthful of my cum. With a devilish smile, she came back to my mouth and shared it with me. Very little was going to be off bounds with this woman. Kaja and I really had a great time together. We knew that we were not very serious about each other, but we both liked each other very much, and were comfortable and respected each other. We also both knew that there was more sand at the bottom of our hour glass than at the top. Our grandchildren were the most important things in our lives, they brought us the most joy. The friendship that Kaja and I shared was special, but it was not love, and that was ok for both of us. We enjoyed our time together. It was not just filling the voids that we both had before. But it was not nirvana either. We were close friends, we were living 'friends with benefits'. After our first wild encounter in the bedroom, I thought that it would calm down and drop off. Kaja had other ideas. We did get to do things that I had thought about over the years. There was a romantic sex filled overnight at one of the private spa romantic only hotels. We got the room with a small pool in it. I like and care about people for who they are, not what they look like. To be kind, Kaja has put on a couple of pounds over they years, and I really don't care. What the person is on the inside, what their attitude is, how they treat others is the turn on, A thin waist and perfect breasts and a vicious attitude is a turn off. An overweight woman with a warmth in her being, that's heaven. No one to impress, just some one who is real that is with you. The realness is the turn on. The extra pounds sometimes limited what we could do. But in a pool, I was able to float her any way I wanted to, up and down and in and out, over and under. The swings were fun to play with too. I think that I even surprised her a little bit. Kaja's daughter in Florida became pregnant. It was going to be twins again. There started to be problems with the pregnancy after the first 5 months. At 6 weeks before she was due, Kaja was asked to come to Florida to lend a hand. She booked a flight for the next day and came by to tell me what was going on. I offered to take her to the airport the next morning, and ask her to stay at my house so we could get out early. I picked her up at 6:30 and made supper for us both. Her daughter had been having more health issues with this pregnancy, so this was not unexpected. However, over dinner, Kaja was starting to share some more information. She was feeling that she was going to need to move down there to be with them. The twin boys were one thing, and the expected set of twins was going to be a strain. But her son was promoted and his hours were expected to go from his normal 45 to 55+ hours a week. Kaja felt that there was no way her daughter's family was going to be able to make it. She wanted to prepare me for her most likely permanent move to Florida to help her daughter. This was not unexpected, but we both knew that she needed to be with her grandchildren. If that was asked of me, I know that I would do it. I reached over and gave her a big hug and kiss and told her that she was doing the right thing. Go where you are needed. Family Isn't Blood - Fred's Life Ch. 02 A tear left her eye and she hugged and kissed me back. We talked about all the other issues she had, house car and the rest of that. She made her son in Chicago power of attorney and was thinking of selling him the house. His lease was going to be up soon, so he was going to rent it from her in 2 months. Great dinner, with a good bottle of cognac as a chaser started to make us a little loose. We knew that this would probably be our last time together. We retired to the couch and snuggled quietly. After a few minutes, she started to rub my thigh, slowly and sensually. Then she turned around to me, kissed me. "Fred, would you do something for me please?" I looked at her questioning. I've always been helpful and cannot ever refusing to do anything she asked. "Sure Kara, what do you want?" She put on a mischievous and a sheepish grin, at the same time. "I want you to make love to me, like you are two men. This is just play and I don't care what you do. Different and exciting and nasty and wrong and just pretend. All pretend and fantasy. I want to be treated to a three way, but only with you. We have some toys that can help us play, but like there are three of us. I've always wanted a three way, and I've never been brave or safe enough to ask for it." This was not the time that I was going to tell her I had been in a three way. No one would ever know except for an old girlfriend and a foreign grad student. And they were safe and far away and it was over 30 years ago. It was an experiment that I did not fully like the outcome. But I do look at porn, and I do remember the first part of my three way. She had two men and she did enjoy those two men. This I could play with Kaja. I was smoothing her hair and said, "I don't know how this is going to come out, but if you are willing to take my lead, and not laugh very hard, I'll give it a try." She reached up and kissed me saying "Thank you for indulging my fantasy and not laughing at me or telling me no. We're only young once, aren't we?" I kissed and hugged her back. I squeezed her tight then asked her to go to the kitchen and get the three of us a drink. She smiled at me and went to the kitchen. After heading to the bedroom to pick up a little something, I followed her to the kitchen. I started hugging her from behind and nuzzled her neck with my lips while she was refreshing our drinks, and pouring a third. When my lips touched her neck, she shuddered and let out a slight moan. Then I whispered into her ear, "We've been talking a long time about having someone join us. How do you feel about it happening now? We both have to want it, we both have to be good with it. Do you want to finally have a third in our bed?" Kaja started to grind her ass into my cock. "I think that that's my answer Fred. What do you want to do lover?" I replied by cupping her tits and pinching them gently. She grabbed the three drinks and headed to the living room, placing them on the coffee table. I stopped her before she sat down. From behind, I wrapped Kaja with my arms and started talking to our 'guest' that was on the couch. "Do you like what you see here?" I asked while I started to cup her breasts. I started to slowly unbutton the top button of her blouse. Kaja was trembling under by hands. "So you do like what you see. I do too. Would you like to see more?" and I unbuttoned another button, then a third. Her breathing was getting more rapid. I could see the excitement and lust on her face from a small mirror on the wall. "You know, she is very beautiful and has a wonderful set of tits. Don't you think so Kaja?" Kaja spoke, "Oh yes, I have wonderful tits. They are so soft and sensitive. I've been told that they are very tasty. Would you like to see how tasty they are?" At that, I went from behind her, to sit on the couch in front of her and said, "But I'm afraid that I cannot taste them now. They happen to be covered by some clothing. That is, unless you could open them up for me?" The look of lust in her eyes, the smile. This is becoming an experience of all experience. Kaja said, "Oh silly me, I seen to have forgotten that. Can you help me, I sure Fred won't mind. With that she put her breasts about an inch from my face and grabbed my hands. She started out having me grope her breasts for a while, then she moved them to the bra clasp behind her. I unfastened the clip, then moved my hands to her shoulders. I slowly slipped my fingers to let her blouse slide off her shoulders, inch by inch. That is when Kaja let the bra straps slide off her shoulders, and the bra only remained because she did not move. "Would you like to help me take this off? Then you could see how good these tits really taste." She cooed. That is when I nuzzled my mouth to neck, and let my hands pull the bra off. I leaned over and started to suckle them saying, "Oh yes, these are so sweet. Fred you have such wonderful women that taste so good." I continued to lick and fondle them. I could smell her arousal it was so strong, so wonderfully strong. That was when Kaja said to 'us', "Fred, it sure is warm in here. Would you help me take off some of this heavy clothing? I am just perspiring." That was when I went behind her. I started to unbutton her skirt and let it slide off of her. I then let my hands grace her breasts and slide to her waist. Her slip slowly followed behind, leaving her in a thong and stockings with garters. This was something that I had never seen her in before. She was beautiful and sexy for me. She wanted this to be the night for us. That was when I said to her, "It looks as if our guest is sweating a bit from this beautiful woman in front of him. Maybe you could help him with some of his heavy clothing?" I slipped around to stand in front of her. She reached for my shirt's top button, trembling slightly in anticipation. Looking at my mouth while she unbuttoned my shirt she said, "Your mouth looks so beautiful, Fred, you won't mind if I kiss his mouth? Wouldn't you?" Then she plowed her tongue into my mouth with all the force of a woman on fire. She continued to unbutton my shirt and then pulled my undershirt off. What a turn on for both of us. "Fred, our guest must be in some discomfort. His pants appear to be a little tight." She looked in my eyes and said "Let me help you with this problem." She loosened my belt and unlatched the clasp on my dress pants. She started to unzip them, and slid her hands inside the back of them. She cradled my ass in her hands, rubbing it in circles. "Oh yes, I just love a man with a firm ass." She pulled our bodies together and kept her tongue in my mouth. Pulling her hands to my front, she broke away from my mouth and let her hands slide my pants and underwear to the floor. She followed my pants with her face, until she stopped in front of my raging member. "Oh look Fred, he has one just like yours. I wonder if it tastes as good as yours?" Looking at my eyes, she started to lick it slowly. She started to moan with satisfaction. "You know, I'm just not sure about this. Fred could you come here so I can tell?" This should give our guest some time to get a bit more comfortable." She reached over and took a sip out of her glass, waiting for me to finish undressing. I kicked off the rest of my clothing and grabbed my own glass. That was when I stood in front of her, and led her head down to my throbbing member. She took me in her mouth gently, tasting me. With a questioning look she said, "I don't think that I can tell." "Kaja" I said, "It must be because you're still dressed. I think that I should help you take some more of your clothing off." I reached down and pulled her up to stand. "This would be so much easier on the bed. Wouldn't our guest agree? Take your and his glass and lead us down there, will you?" With that, she picked up the drinks and went down the hall. I grabbed my glass, and the other thing I had picked out before. I had had no idea what I was doing this evening, or how it was going to turn out. But it has been one amazing trip so far. "Fred, would it be ok for our guest to help me? I have a little itch that I think that he could scratch for me." "Kaja, I think that our guest would love to help you. Those itches were always difficult to you. Show him where he could kiss it and make it better." With that, I set her down on the edge of the bed. I got on my knees and she grabbed my head and pulled it to the front of her thong. I rubbed my face against that silky wet material while hearing her groan. She started to hump my face, but I had other plans. Pulling her thong to the side, I stuck my tongue in, but just for a minute. Then I pulled away and I stood up. With out her seeing, I pulled out a life like dildo. It is about the same size as I am. I put my cock to her face and said, "before our guest has anymore fun with you, I think that you need to have some fun with me." And with that, I pulled her willing mouth to my cock. I was enjoying fucking her face, when I slipped the dildo into her hand. She jumped slightly, having no expectation that there was a new cock in the room. She smiled at what she was in her hand. Then I moved it up along her thighs. I kept it out of her slit, but teased all around her cunt with it. She pulled me out of her mouth and began to lick my balls. "Oh yes, I see our guest has started to find my itch for me. I have to tell him that it is right in the middle." That was when I slipped it along her hood, and she purred as I stroked her up and down with that cock, all the while she was moving away from my balls and began licking the base of my cock. There is nothing more thrilling to see a woman you like trying to please you with her mouth. "My little darling, do you like having two cocks paying attentions to you? You know that we have only just started?" Her hips were meeting the rhythm of the dildo when I decided to change things around. That is when I slipped it it into her cunt and massaged her clit with my thumb. The groan of pleasure was enough to tell me that she was loving this. She kept pumping her hips to meet my thrusts. We did this for a time until she was on the verge of an organism. "You love having two cocks in you. You love our guest tonight don't you." All she could do was groan with my cock in her mouth, she began to get lost in her coming. That is when I pulled out of her mouth and bent over and sucked the life out of one tits. She thrashed like a mad woman when she came. I let her recover, just thinking that I made her fantasy come true. I sat down and got my drink. I needed a break. I sent this woman to the moon, but I was not finished yet. She looked at me and smiled, then she let her head rest on my leg. "Kaja, it looks like you liked our guest. Did you like how he sucked your tits?" She nodded in reply. "Did you like how he fucked you?" Again she nodded. "You know that he is getting a drink now. I can't wait until he comes back. We have a lot more to do." That is when she sat up with a look of anticipation. She reached over and took a sip of her drink and said, "Well, when do we start lover? Time's a wastin.' Oh, here he comes back now." When she realized that we were not finished, she got a mischievous and lusty smile on her face. This woman was insatiable. She took another drink and put her glass down, eyeing me carefully. Looking over at our 'guest' she said, "I think I know what I want to do now. I want to get on my knees and suck your cock" and she grabbed the dildo from my hand. She looked at me and said, "and I want you to fuck me from behind, doggie style. Would you like to do that for me please? Would you like to fuck me while you watch me suck off our guest?" She put her hand on my cock. "Looks like you want to see that, don't you." She leaned over and gave my cock a kiss and then turned her ass to me on the bed. She was on her knees and she pushed her ass out to me, then she spread her legs. I could see that she was ready. Looking over her shoulder back to me, she called me to come to her, only using her index finger, and she chuckled. We both knew the old joke, how to make someone come without touching and only using one finger. I saw her chuckle, I loved her laugh. The sight of her rounded ass cheeks was almost to much for me. I reached over and gave a lick to her hole and she sighed. Then I lightly playfully slapped her right cheek. She yelped from the surprise. "Kaja, you really like having two cocks in you. You like all your holes filled by cock. Get to sucking his cock, make him feel good while I fuck you." So that I could see, she turned slightly so I could see her put that cock into her mouth. She put on a show for me to see and hear. She was moaning while she played with her cunt with her other hand. I was enjoying it and let her enjoy herself for a few minutes. When I was ready, I put a finger into her pussy to stroke her. Both of her hands were back on our guest's cock now, and I got full access to her pussy. My fingers were in her to get them lubed it up. After a few minutes, I pulled my hand out of her and slowly massaged her little pink ass. That was when she really started to moan in appreciation. She was pumping her ass to my finger, trying to get it into her. "Kaja, I'm so confused now. Do you want me to fuck your cunt with my cock, or do you want me to fuck your ass with my fingers? I just don't know what to do?" I playfully asked. She was so into it that she was breathing hard and she was having a hard time deciding too. "Since our guest has already fucked your cunt, I think that maybe I should fuck your ass. Take that cock out of your mouth and tell me you want me to fuck your ass." Then I gave her cheek another little slap. "You bring home another man for me. You feel me up in front of him, you open my clothes for him, you have me strip for both of you, and you let him suck my tits. You get me so hot. You get me so hot I do anything you say. Then you let me suck and fuck both of you. You love to watch me pleasure him, don't you. Love to see his cock in my mouth, to see his cock in my cunt. PUT THAT COCK OF YOURS IN MY ASS NOW. Don't let me wait, please don't lt me wait." "Fuck my ass while I suck him off. Make me do all these things to him and you, make me cum. Fuck my ass hard." That is when she pulled the dildo to her lips and she pushed her ass further back for me to use. I reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a flavored lube that we have used. I had plans for her later. She may have wanted to be in charge, but I always had a way to make her do what I wanted. Not totally, not only, but enough to surprise her and keep her interested and wanting more. I lubed up my cock, and before starting to lube her ass, I used my tongue on her. I slid it up starting from her clit on back to between her cheeks. She really liked me doing that every time I have done it to her before, and today was going to be no different. While I was pleasuring her ass with my tongue a few minutes, I stuck a finger up her pussy to keep her interested. Pulling back, I could see her sucking the dildo with a passion. If only I could be in two places at the same time. Putting one hand on her hip, I guided my cock to her back door, slowly rubbing my head against her hole with my other hand. She was getting excited, excited to the point she was backing into me. So I held steady and let her slowly ease me into her. No pain for her is all gain for us. During this, she stopped sucking, but left the cock in her mouth. It took her a couple of minutes and some little pushes on her part. I know first hand that it can painful to have something that big put into you, I've always given my partners time to adjust. When she was ready, she started rocking back and forth, slowly at first, on my cock in her ass. I could feel the tightness of her ass. Have always loved that, just as much as a warm mouth. I've always loved fucking asses. Never got to do it very often in my marriage, but that was now a long time ago, a distant bad dream. I was awake now and with a woman that loved to do just about everything. I smiled as I heard her drop that cock from her mouth and pant while moaning, saying it felt so good. This woman loves sex. she loves a good fucking, she loves to be surprised. I had one more trick up my sleeve for the evening after this. While pushing her ass back into me, I reached over and grabbed her tits and started to squeeze them. I know she likes that, and her breathing became just a little bit heavier. Then my hand wandered to her pussy, and I started to stroke her hood. "You like being put on display. You like being used, don't you. You love it when I get you so hot that you will do anything for more sex, don't you." I now knew that she was not going to be lasting much longer, nor was I, so I got more intense with her. When she gets close, she starts to talk dirty, and I love to hear it. "Oh that big cock up my ass, that great big cock up my ass. Keep fucking me, fuck this ass, fuck this woman, this woman who you made do all these things, yes, make me suck and fuck men in front of you, fuck men with you, make me a plaything for your enjoyment, his enjoyment, my enjoyment. Use me, make me cum, do anything to me." And with that, I started to cum, then she started to cum. We collapsed on the bed and just lay there for a few minutes. But I had one more thing to do, once more pushing of the boundaries. She was rolling over, moving away. I wanted to give her a last unexpected present. One that I hoped she would not forget. She was laying on the bed contented. I reached over and got the dildo, it had fallen on the floor. Then I reached for her glass and gave it to her, while I started drinking from mine. When I saw that she had only started to recover, I began the last part of the evening. "By the way, by the end of this last fucking, our guest decided it was time to leave." I heard a contented sigh from her. "But it appears, his girl friend stopped on by. She really loved the show." With that, her eyes went from sleepy and dreamy, to awake. "She loved watching you suck off her boyfriend while getting a cock up your ass. You have no idea how worked up she is." If Kaja'a eyes could have gotten wider they would have. She was interested, was she ever interested. Kaja looked at me and started to purr. She said "Hello girlfriend, so I got you all hot over my little show did I? What did you like the best? Me taking it up the ass, or me sucking off your boyfriend? or both at the same time?" "I liked watching you do all those things, but the thing I liked the best was that no one was licking your pussy. There it was, all alone, so lonely. I wanted to go and kiss it to make it better. Would you like that?" Kaja reached over and pulled my face to hers. She shoved her tongue into my mouth, just taking it over by her lust. When she broke for air, her hands took my head and pushed it down to her pussy while spreading her legs for me. She was already starting to breath heavier. When she started to talk. "Oh honey, you have no idea how much my little pussy has been waiting to hear those words. You just go ahead and eat me out, I'm just sorry I don't have a cream pie for you. But I do have a load of spunk up my ass. Would you like to like that?" Her hands were rolling over my head, pushing my face further and further into her pussy. I pulled back a little. I headed down toward her asshole. When I stuck out my tongue and touched it, she jumped, then shoved my face further into it. Then I said "Honey, do you like a woman licking your cunt, I love to hear those words, tell me you want me to lick your cunt." That is when I saw Kaja playing with her tits with a look of utter bliss on her face. "Girlfriend, I've always dreamed what it would be like to be eaten out by a woman, to smell her scent, to lick her pussy, to suck her breasts. Keep eating girlfriend, just keep eating me girlfriend. Then she pushed my face further into her pussy if that was possible. She was humping my face for her mind blowing organism" Family Isn't Blood - Fred's Life Ch. 02 After she came, that is when I got up and presented my breast to her mouth. I said, "Girlfriend, I want you to suck my tits'. With a look of surprise on her face, she smiled and immediately began to rub and lick my tits. After a minute, she threw me down to do a 69 on each others breasts. I knew that mine were going to be sore as hell in the morning, she was wild. This is when she had things she wanted to do. "Girlfriend, get on your back, I want to mount my pussy on your face. I want to ride your tongue like a cowboy. I want to fuck your wonder woman mouth." With that, she pushed me on my back and straddled my face. I was able to glance up a few times to see her massaging her tits. That was when I pulled out the little vibrator and touched her ass with it. She almost jumped off my face. Then I slid it up into her ass and held it there with my hand. The vibrator and my tongue put her over the edge. She came long and hard. I thought I was going to break my jaw on this one. After a few minutes, she rolled on her side and just lay there, slowly getting her breath back. I kissed her with her juices and just lay there next to her. After a bit, I grabbed the comforter and pulled it over our bodies. That is when she asked me to get her another drink, and we began to talk, or rather, she began. "You gave me an orgy tonight, with only you. I thought that maybe we could have a little fun, be a little wild. What did you do to me? You made this so real to me, you played with me. I just don't know what to say." She leaned over and gave me a big kiss. "Kaja, ever since we got together, you've always been a little bit wild, wilder than I was. But so free, and so safe. We've been good for one another. Safe allows us to take chances, do things that we normally wouldn't do. I know that you are going away. Being with your daughter is what you need to do. You may never come back to stay, and that is OK. You have to do this. So when you wanted a little bit of fun tonight, I tried to give you something. I wanted to push your boundaries too. I pretended to be other people, and you pretended too. You are one wild woman underneath it all." "Fred, I had the fantasy of being with two men, and you did a great job being two men, let me tell you. If you ever want references, just let me know." We laughed at that one. "But was it your fantasy of me being with another woman? That was something that I may have fleetingly thought about over the years, but never to the point of even considering. You got me into the it and had me just let loose on it. Something I never really thought about before. Don't get me wrong, it was wrong and I liked it. Everything I did this evening was wrong, and I liked it." "Kaja, I figured that this was something we all have to try at least once in our lives, and with how the evening went, it wasn't be out of place today. Guys always have a fantasy of two women having sex together. I figure that women may have a fantasy of making love, who knows. You enjoyed it and I am happy it all worked out." Then we fell fast asleep, spooning in the night. I drove her to Midway airport for her 11 AM flight the next day. I was so sorry to see her go. Family Isn't Blood - Fred's Life Ch. 03 To celebrate my birthday, Cathy and Mike has decided to take a couple of the family out to dinner with us. Kaja had moved to Florida several months ago, and things just had not been the same. My life has been less exciting, and less full. Things have not been bad, but just not great. We were at a restaurant on Milwaukee Avenue an early Saturday afternoon for my birthday. She did it right, we had an open bar for 2 hours. Cathy made an announcement and we were all suppose to sit down. The room became quiet and those sitting facing the door had their eyes fixed on something. I thought it may be a birthday cake or something. I've also known of grandfathers getting a belly dancer from their children on their birthdays. I was just going to let it be a surprise. There was a hand on my shoulder, and I turned around to see who touched me. Zophia! Zophia there in all her glory. As beautiful as ever. I loved her so. The spark in her eye, her wondrous smile. No one knows how much I ever wanted to see her again. Well, somebody found out, god bless them. Over 30 years and here she is! My mouth was open, but no words were able to come out. I did not see or hear anyone else in the room, hell, the world. She looked at me and smiled, and says loudly in this most quiet of rooms, "DUPEK". She just called me an asshole. In a split second everyone was laughing hysterically. Larry is holding his sides and leaning on Angelka to stop from falling over. Iwona and Stan are holding on to each other. Cathy is barely contained. Mike kept his hands over little Freddie's ears but cannot contain his laughing. Everyone was in on this, everybody but me. I'm confused as hell but I don't care. I get to see Zophia again. Zophia's face has became stern and she commands me with her eyes to be quiet. "Oklamales mnie. Powiedz mi prawde!" "Yes Zophia, I did lie to you. I will tell you the truth now. You needed to take that internship and go someplace. You needed to do that. I needed to stay home and take care of my parents. I have forever missed you since than." "Jestes zalosny." The shock of seeing her was wearing off and I was starting to get a little bit heated. "Now wait a minute, I am not pathetic. I did what I needed to do. I took care of my family. I made sure that you were going to go places. Both could not be done at the same time. There was not enough money for everything. Hell, there was barely enough money at all." "Pocaluj mi w dupie." I knew what she just said, so did everyone over the age of 20 knew what she just said. In ethnic communities, the last bit of language that is retained from the immigrants concern swearing then food, in that order. She just told me to kiss her ass. It got quiet. I did not know what to say. Then she asked me a question, "Moge Cie pocalowac?" and with out waiting to find out if I wanted to kiss her, she leaned over and cradled may face in her hands and gave me a kiss. A most warm kiss over 30 years in the making. There was clapping and cheering and they all started to sing 'Sto Lats'. She looked at me and said, "If you ever lie to me again, you'll think waterboarding is a cake walk. You really have to thank your daughter. She was the one that tracked me down and kept at me. Multiple times she kept going after me. She was the one who changed my mind. She never gave up, she even got your brother to talk with me. Him I trusted. You on the other hand, well that was a different story. She said that you would not lie to her. She could not vouch for her father before she was born, but she got me to talk with Larry. You got a very good family Fryderyk. Even if you are a bit of an ass." Cathy piped up, "Fryderyk? You're a Fryderyk? My father is a Fryderyk?" I was finally able to stand up and hug and kiss her, and she hugged and kissed back. I know nothing about Zophia's status in life now, but I trusted my daughter to not get me into anything that I would not approve of. This is especially true with our histories in marriages. There was not a birthday present that I could ever appreciate more, even if this was only for one day or even one hour or a minute. It would have all been worth it. The rest of the party was a blur to me. Zophia let me in on her life now. She has two grown children and no grandchildren. She divorced 20 years ago and is still in medical research. She has been living on the west coast in California, but was considering a job with the drug companies in Chicago's northern suburbs. Her parents are in an assisted living facility in the Chicago area. Her brothers have been looking out after them. I asked where she was staying and for how long. Then the playfulness of Zophia started to come back out. "Why do you want to know?" and she chuckled. "Got anything in mind Fryderyk?" That is when I heard Cathy say in a stage whisper to Mike, "See, I told you we wouldn't see him again for a while." I found out that she was staying with one of her brothers on the North side, not so far away from me. I didn't want to let her out of my sight, and from what I saw, the feeling was mutual. I asked her if we could go to my place and talk. There was so much I wanted to find out about her. She agreed if I would do the same for her. She said that Cathy plied her with lots of information, but she wanted to hear it from me. She kissed me, grabbed my hand and we left. Zophia was dropped off by her brother, so I drove her to my house for us to spend time together. There was so much to talk about, so much to know, so much to share. Looking at her, I knew that she wanted to be here. The years just melted away for us. The only difference was that we were older, wiser, more mature, a couple of grey hairs, but still the people that we were, or so I hoped. With all my heart I hoped that was so. We just picked up not right where we left off, but around where we left off. Years ago, I had told her that we needed to stop seeing each other and that I needed to move out. It broke my heart to do that, but I felt that I had to. My parents were rapidly declining, and her research offer needed an immediate answer. There was no chance for a cross country relationship. Now she was back here, if only for a short time, but she was here and it was now. After we arrived, I asked her what she wanted to drink. She said to surprise her. I pulled out some bourbon, sweet red vermouth and bitters for a Manhattan. It used to be her favorite drink. I did surprise her by remembering it. "Zophia, please tell me of your life. The last I heard of you from one of your brothers was 20 years ago. You were married and in research in California." "When you kicked my ass out the door in Chicago, jerk." She smiled at me warmly when she said it. This was my Zophia, peasant European directness, no venom, just direct. "I left for California, and research. First as an assistant, then I graduated. Then it was more research and a Masters. Then more research and a PHD." She looked at me and smirked, "That's Dr. Zophia to you" and she playfully laughed. She never was one to take herself seriously. "I met a man that I later married. Bob was a business major that got an MBA. He gravitated to Silicon valley. He worked in a couple of dotcom start ups. We were pretty happy. Our first child was a boy, Matt. No problems with him at all, none out of the ordinary. Life was good for us. Even with the tech booms and busts, we were pretty much together on everything." "Problems started with our second child, John. Right away, we knew there was a problem. John is a special kid. Special as in he will never be able to live independently. He has lower level functioning, behavior problem, autism, impulsiveness and a slew of health issues growing up. It did not do well for our marriage. I was at fault for focusing all my energies to John, away from my husband Bob and my other son Matt." She looked into my eyes. "Do you know how guilty it made me to have a child with such special needs? It ripped me apart. Instead of trying to strengthen my marriage and then my family, I allowed the marriage to die on the vine. In the end, we drifted apart. We were two concerned parents to the end. We were honorable to each other to the end. But it ended." I saw a tear roll down her cheek. "Don't worry, he remarried to Carol, a woman he met after the divorce. He has another two children. One will be in college soon. After all the grief we went through, he remains upstanding and I am even on great terms with his wife. I am proper and do nothing to threaten his marriage. I tend to call Carol first and run things past her before I talk with Bob. There is no drama. My oldest is on great terms with his other family too." "Because of his dotcom experiences, our son John has been set financially for life by Bob for what ever kind of life he can have. Bob did this willingly. He loves the kid as much as he can. There is just only so much that can be done. John is at a facility. Bob knows that I wanted to be closer to my folks and am looking at a position to stay here. I would be bringing John with, but only when I can find a place for him. Did some research on line, do you know of anyone that can help?" I smiled at her and held her hand, and in my best 1930's movie mobster voice said, "Lady, I know a guy who knows a guy. Fix you up right away." She laughed at my answer. "His name is Marek, married to my son's cousin. Yes, he was born near Warsaw and this is not his specialty, but he has the Polish determination to get the job done. Great Social Worker with a lot of good connections. Then there is another Social worker, Maria, a friend of by daughter and son-in-law. I'll tell them both. Don't worry, I have you covered on this one." She slowly exhaled and some tension visibly fell from her face. "Fred, this really means a whole lot to me. I want to thank you in advance. My brothers just do not have those kind of resources, or know where to turn. If you want a house repaired, they are great. Finding good social services or know who to ask, not so good." "Zophia, your family just got larger when you showed up at my party." That was when she laughed. "Fella, I knew I was back with this family when your daughter kept bugging me for the past two months to see you. How many times did you tell her about us? What did you tell her?" This was my turn to be a little shocked. "Zophia, I talked about you once, just once. That was nearly three years ago. Never said a word about you since." "Why did you tell her about us? It was so long ago. It really must have made an impression on her." I started to turn red, and Zophia started to smile then laugh at my blushing. "Ok, Ok, Zophia, I'll tell you. But first, to save time, what has Cathy told you about her and Mike?" "She told me that she and her husband went through some hard times and it was her father that saved her." "Zophia, that is not even the movie trailer version of what happened. I'm getting us both another drink for this one. You are going to need another drink before I am finished. I'm going to need another drink before I am finished. Don't go away." I went to the kitchen and poured us two doubles. Pollocks and alcohol go hand-in-hand. I returned and then told her the full story starting with Mike discovering her infidelity, then the uncovering my ex-wife's having a long term lover, the shower, my reconnecting with Cathy, the divorces, the reason I told her about Zophia, the assault, and Cathy and Mike's reconnecting. Remarriage and another grandchild came next. Then she put a finger to my lips, followed by her lips. "What was that for? You could have asked me to shut up or give you the short version?" Then I theatrically I said, "Well, some women." and we laughed. "Fred, do you have any idea what you told me?" I shook my head no. "You just told me who you are. You told me what is important to you. It is your actions, not words that matter so much. Now I understand some to the things that Cathy and Mike said to me last night at dinner." "YOU HAD DINNER WITH THEM LAST NIGHT." "Yes Fred, and the children too. She wanted to meet me in person. Think about it, she was setting up her father with an old flame. She had put such effort to reel me in that I also wanted to see her too. She told me that you saved her. I thought that it was a bit overblown. She wasn't kidding. I always knew you were one remarkable man. It really hurt when you left me. You are always taking care of others, Fred. Since your divorce, have you taken care of yourself?" "Zophia" I smiled and touched her cheek. "I want to hear more of your story first. You've been divorced longer." She sighed, "My life has been wrapped around my son John for the past 20 years. Getting him to therapy, to special schools, doctors, hospitals, conferences, you name it, I did it. It took me years to understand, even after my marriage dissolved, that I could not keep him out of a facility. I have the Polish temperament, to damn stubborn to give up, or to stupid to give up. Just not part of the thought process." "There was one day when everything came to a head. John was in his teens and I was holding his hand going to a Doctor's appointment. He bolted to a puddle of water. He loves water. Problem was, the water was on a busy street with cars going by at 40. It was a glancing blow and all he got were bruises. At that instant I realized, years late for me and for my marriage and my older son, I could not keep him safe any more. That was about 5 years ago." "As you may guess, I did not date at all during this time. Just getting someone that could sit with him was an ordeal. It took about a year to find a facility that was good enough for his needs. And I was more than emotionally exhausted to do anything for another year. I'm sure that you want to ask, and won't, so I'll tell you. I went to individual and group therapies and support groups to come to term with those lost years of my life, of trying to save my son that could not be saved. It really helped. It ended up making me a basket case." Then she laughed, "Remember those old movies where the inmates would be weaving baskets? Weaving baskets really is relaxing. I'll show you a few of mine if you don't laugh very loud." I smiled at her, and felt her pain and hope. She continued, "In the past several years, I actually starting to go out on dates. I hope you have too since your divorce." I nodded yes. "Did Cathy give you the talk?" I nodded no. Zophia looked shocked until I added, "I asked my son instead." A bemused smile returned to her face and she continued. "Lots of nice guys, a couple of duds, one really scary. Not as bad as the one that Cathy came across. But there was one real nice guy. Ted treated me well, attentive, respectful, available. Turned out he was actively bisexual. I was not interested in a relationship where I had to share someone, even if it was just for occasional safe sex, anonymous sex. That was a year ago. I've been dry ever since. Now, how about you?" "Our little community here has this thing that I call group dating. Just a bunch of boomers going out together. I told someone that it was kind of like speed dating for snails." She chuckled at my remark. "I tried that for companionship for a while. But these women, they had me in their sites. Add a granddaughter in my arms, it was awful." She chuckled and I smiled. "I did connect with Kaja, she is widow. We were not running after each other, but something slowly developed, and we decided to act on it. We were together for about 9 months." "We had a wild time together. She was just about as wild as you were. But that was over about 6 months ago. She has a daughter with a second set of twins, and these last births came early. They had health issues. She was needed and she left for Florida. It was with my blessing to her and her family. She has a son still here on the north side. She moved somewhere near Miami. We said our goodbyes on good terms. And before you ask, yes, I had been tested since. Those reminders do come my daughter." It was getting on to 7 PM when I started to feel a little hungry. Something else came to mind. Drinking on an empty stomach? "Zophia, would you like to go out to dinner? Being back in Chicago, we could go ethnic Eastern or southern European in walking distance. Other places, we'll need to drive." Her face brightened up. "I have been having a taste for Greek. How about the Greek Isles on Halsted? Do they still serve the complete dinner? But can we take a cab or get your daughter to drive?" I looked at her with a big question on my face. "Silly you, remember the bottles of roditas. There will be no driving after a couple of those." Then I smiled, roditas is a Greek rose that flows so well with the food. The things we did after drinking that wine. She continued, "I want to enjoy it with you tonight, and I don't want to worry about how we are to get home safe. Or can't I spend the night here with you?" "Woman, I always knew that was something I liked about you." "Give your daughter a call. I think that that she and Mike would like to join us. After all, it's the Greek Islands and more people are better. Anyway, we should have a designated driver. And by the way, she has my suitcase." At this point, my head had been in one big spin, and it just sped up. Zophia is here with me, and she has been planning to stay. My daughter has set me up for this. All I ever did was to tell her about Zophia once, three years ago. She got Larry and Angelka involved to get Zophia. Hell, she probably has Stan and Iwona babysitting the two little ones. What kind of a daughter did I raise? What kind of a most wonderful daughter did I raise? "Fred? Fred? You still here Fred?" I looked at her with a smile on my face and a little tear in my eyes. "Too much for you Fryderyk? I guess that I had much more time to go back where we were before. This is a shock for you. We don't have to go out tonight." She paused, "I'm taking it that it is Ok that I stay with you?" "Zophia, I don't know what to think anymore. This has been all so good, and all so much." Then I smiled, and she smiled back to me. "Let me give Cathy a call and the four of us can go. The family style dinner, with just the four of us. Just the four of us? Nobody else you got in the wings?" She laughed and shook her head no. "Ok, let's make this happen. Did I hear you right earlier in this worl wind of a day that you were going to be in Chicago for a week? Would you like to stay here?" With her most wonderful play sarcastic Zophia tone she replied, "I thought you'd never ask. Let's get this show on the road." It was after 8 PM on a Sunday night when we showed up at the Greek Islands. Cathy was the designated driver. As I guessed, it was Stan and Iwona that were babysitting for the evening. The Greek Islands is one of many restaurants in Greek town, just outside of downtown Chicago. It is walking distance to the university where we went to school. It is a city restaurant with the tables close together and a live city vibe. They have a suburban branch too, but those tables are much further apart and it is more low keyed. I prefer the city one. One of the dishes we always have is flaming saganaki. Ouzo, a Greek liquor is poured over a fried and wonderfully crusted piece of flavor filled greek cheese. At the table, the lighter comes out. As the alcohol on the cheese goes up in flames, everyone within 10 feet can feel the surge of heat and we yell OPAAA. The waiters don't have any hair on their hands. This is not American food, this has flavor and substance and a difference. Just getting to the table, the craziness of the day is replaced with the calm of a much familiar meal. The appetizers of fresh bread, olive oil and taramosalata with the rose roditis wine sets the mood for us all. I get to watch my daughter speak with Zophia, see their familiarity and warmth. They've really gotten to know one another. Since I told Zophia the entire back ground of Cathy's journey, I can see more of the Zophia that I knew. Her guard is down, her private part is more open. Those two have a relationship. Family Isn't Blood - Fred's Life Ch. 03 I hear, "Fryderyk? Fryderyk are you there? Earth to Fryderyk, Earth to Fryderyk" and my wondering mind is brought back to the table. Then Cathy pipes up. "Dad, I'm still having a hard time finding out that you are a Fryderyk. Not even Larry ever called you Fryderyk, at least not with that accent." "I really had to hound your father to get me to tell me his real name. It took some time, but I wore him down. Did you know that he can be stubborn at times?" Cathy covered her mouth, other wise some bead was going to be propelled from her mouth to the table. Zophia continued, "As we are starting the meal, I would like to propose a toast." The four of us grabbed our glasses and I topped off the non-drivers. "Here is to Cathy" she paused, "and to her stubbornness." Mike busted out laughing and hugged and kissed Cathy warmly. She replied to Mike with all that warmth, and then some more. It's been almost three years since the shower. Now they are stronger, happier and more emotionally stable then they have ever been in their lives. And I'm a grandparent 2 times over. Then Cathy and Mike stated to clink their wine glasses gently with their knives, an old wedding custom. The bride and groom have to kiss when glasses are being clinked. I leaned over and held Zophia's head in my hands, and kissed those wonderful lips. I guess it was a bit of time. Cathy asked Mike if we were ever going to come up for air and that the salad arrived. There is one in every crowd. The conversation during the main course was live and animated. Zophia spoke about her research over the years, Cathy and Mike on the raising their two little ones Franciscka and Stefen. The second one was named after Mike's father. At a certain point, I asked Cathy why did she do this for me, why did she hound the heck out of Zophia? I only spoke about her once. "Dad, Mike and I were talking things over one night and I told him that I wanted to do something nice for you, after everything that happened. One day when we were" and she paused, "Processing the past?, my changes? my journey? I was talking about one of our conversations and Mike looked at me and said that that was it. After hearing me talk about what you said about Zophia, he was convinced." "Dad, you do not say very much, and what you say is very important. I trusted Mike's insights, and we went on an investigation. Zophia, thank god your first name is so unique. High school year books got us your last name. When that trail went cold, it was on to finding one of your brothers. He spilled the beans on you. He got the call from the daughter of an old flame." Zophia popped in, "It probably was Marc." Cathy nodded in agreement. "That got us to your California address and phone. After few refusals, I called in the big guns, Uncle Larry. Dad warned me one time to never mess with Uncle Larry. I have no idea what he did or said." Zophia broke in again, "The phone calls were one thing, but having a Full Colonel show up at my office asking that I reconsider was something different. As part of our research, we have some DOD contracts for vaccines. Nothing super secret, just straight disease prevention. The staff thought that our contract was in deep trouble. I had to explain that it was because of an old boyfriend." Zophia looked at me, "Fred, you said to never mess with Larry? What do I have to do to keep on his good side?" Then Mike broke in, "Just be who you are. I found out that it really works." Then he added quietly, "and don't fuck up." and we all began to roar. Wisdom summarized into one line. The dinner ended with desert and coffee. Baklava is a pastry made with filo dough with nuts and honey. A small amount of highly rich dense pastry that the sweetness causes my teeth to actually hurt. I get it every time. The three of us nearly finished 2 bottles of roditis while Cathy had only two glasses. The valet got the car and Cathy, with Mike at her side, drove Zophia and me home. They dropped us off with her suitcase. Zophia and I were now alone again, together again. We walked into the house with an electric current running in our veins. It has been over 30 years for us, and our feelings for each other were still very much alive, in spite of everything that had kept us apart. Even without the wine, I would feel high being around her. From the look on her face and the tenderness of her eyes, she was there too. You never forget the look of love on your lover's face. We both had a few grey hairs, and some more insulation on our bodies, but the warmth in our hearts was all that mattered. The years melted away. Now was not the time to ask if this would last, or even exist tomorrow morning. Now was the time to just be with one another, to feel each other breaths and heartbeats. So many years I took care of what needed to be done, who ever needed help. I just made the best of a poor situation in my marriage. Tonight was for me, Zophia and me. After I shut the front door, she grabbed my arms and pulled me to her. She always was one to go after what she wanted, but only if she felt she was wanted. My hand was spread across her back and I drew her in to me. My other hand held the back of her head, cradled her hair while we kissed like teenagers. There was no rushing, but there was no holding back. Her hands found my back and she held on to me for dear life. Making love is so much better than having sex. I hope we get to the point of having hot and wild sex that we used to have too. I broke away from her and led her to the bedroom. She held my hand as we walked down the short hall. Then I started to unbutton her blouse, but she stopped me. She sat me down on the bed and backed a few steps away while she slowly and sensually started to unbutton her blouse. The slowness of her stripping for me just made this so much more special. She had gotten to the last button when she pulled the tails out of her skirt. She slowly uncovered her left shoulder. I knew that there was a look of lust on my face, and she played with me. I've been to strip clubs in my life, but to have your own love do it for you cannot compare. She then uncovered her other shoulder and slowly let her blouse drop down her shoulders to the floor. There she was, in a most beautiful low cut black bra that just called out to me. That is when she brushed her bra covered tits across my face, letting me inhale the perfume that I have been enticed with all evening. I reached up to caress them and grab her beautiful ass, when she backed up and playfully slapped my hand. She was in charge of this, and I was to be her willing victim. She started to slowly unbutton her skirt while she swayed back and forth, enticing me with her body and pulling me in with her eyes. She took her time letting her skirt slide to the floor, and her black slip shimmied along with her delightful hips. She turned around and let me watch her slowly rock her ass back and forth, while the slip slowly moved down her ass. It moved inch by inch as she waved her ass in front of my face. Finally, it fell to the floor and she looked over my shoulder as she stood there in her her sexy black bikini panties and bra. And I could see that she was wet and her nipples were erect. That is when she broke the spell I was under. "I want you to come over here, you have much more clothing on than you need." I stood up and we kissed. I felt her near naked back the first time in over 30 years. She started to kiss my neck while she unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off my shoulders. Then she pulled my undershirt over my head and started to lick my nipples. She was such an adventurous lover, very little was off limits for us. She worked her hands to my belt and undid it, pulling the belt off. She smiled mischievously at me and murmured something about maybe later. Then she laughed and bit my arm playfully. Why did I ever leave this woman? Was I out of my ever loving fucking mind? She unhooked my dress pants waist band and slid the pants to the floor. Bending down she untied my shoes. I then lifted each leg up and she removed the shoe and sock and pants leg from each of them. So now, she was on her knees, inches way from my boxers when she started rub my manhood. She looked up at me and with a sexy smile and asked, "What should I be doing now?" She said it in such a sweet and innocent voice, then she pushed me causing me to fall backwards on the bed, both of us laughing. She had done this to me so many times before, Zophia was back, we were back in all our glory. And I enjoyed it now as before. We were back home together, and one with each other. She crawled on top of me and moved her face to my mouth for a moment. Just long enough to bring her tits to my face, and a smile to her face. No more than 3 inches from my mouth, her bra encased tits were hanging, just for me. I reached up behind her back, and then struggled with the clasp. She chuckled and either had pity on me or did not want to wait. She reached behind and undid it for me. I pulled the bra away and felt that it was like finding water in the desert. Those tits that I knew so well, were back for me. Back for me to lick and suck and caress and do many things to to make my love moan in pleasure and love. I lifted my head, pushed those glorious melons together, and licked them both. She smiled at me and presented the right one for my devotion. I caressed the other as I licked and sucked the right one to the point that her head was thrown back, and her eyes closed. She just enjoyed the feelings of my mouth once again on her. With no rushing, she took the right one away, much to my disappointment, and replaced it with her left tit, and I did it all over again. At this point, I rolled her over on to her back. I got on my knees and looked at her. Her smile, her body, her being, all there, and all for me. I put my hands on the sides of her panties, and started to slowly pull them down her legs. I was looking for the treasure at the 'Y'. She opened her legs for me after I tossed the panties to the floor. I just started to look at her pussy again. I could smell her, the same wonderful smell from so many years ago. That wonderful smell was burned into my brain and I could never forget the wonder of it. I leaned down to her cunt and just inhaled, basking in memories. When I spread her lips, she shoved my face into her cunt, she did not want to wait. I started to eat her out, lick her cunt, suck her pussy -- it was all the same. I was tasting my lover and nothing could be better. Listening to her, and feeling her reactions in her body, I knew that she was at the same place as I was, just on the receiving end. Love and lust go together. Later we could figure out how to keep this magic alive. Now, it was just magic. When I tried to move my mouth away from her, she held my head in her hands. "Not so fast, finish what you started. Damn it, just finish what you started. I need your mouth on me." Then I went into over drive, and she squeezed my head with her thighs until she came, then released it. But I stayed at it and she had to push me away. She lay there, panting heavily and purring like a contented kitten, while she had reached over and stroked me. She was tired, but I wanted her, I wanted her mouth on me. At least for a little while, but I wanted to be in her mouth. I straddled her with my legs and put my cock to her lips. She looked up at me and smiled, she licked the precum from the tip, then slowly licked the sides, until I held her head and shoved it into her most willing mouth. I was not going to fuck her face, or make her do anything beyond that for the next 15 seconds. But I so dreamed of those 15 seconds for years. That was when I pulled out of her mouth and rolled off of her. She had other ideas for me, and she rolled on top of me, then pulled me into a 69 with her. She always liked my head between her legs. I always liked my cock in her mouth. We stayed at a couple of minutes when my long overdue climax was about to begin. I pulled my mouth off of her for a second to warn her, but instead of pulling away, she sucked me all the more until I exploded into her mouth. She let much of it dribble out of her mouth onto me and the bed. That was a wet spot that I would have no problem sleeping on. But I continued on her pussy, and inserted two fingers into her ass, and she came in seconds. I pulled her up to me and we kissed, sharing what ever fluids we got from each other. I pulled the comforter over us, and we fell asleep in each other's arms. Tomorrow will be a day for uninterrupted fucking. Waking up on Sunday morning at 9:30, I stretched out and felt her warm body next to mine. Waking up next to her was a dream. I am ever grateful for what ever happiness I find in life, and this is where life found me. Even if this disappears, if this all goes south, it won't matter. I got to enjoy her again. I looked up and when I was able to focus, I saw that she was reading. "Finally waking up. I thought you were going to sleep all day. I give you a little bit of exercise and you can't handle it, can ya?" Then she leaned over and kissed me on my cheek. "Can I give you some breakfast?" That was when I noticed that she was not wearing anything but a smile. I know that smile, I knew that she was not going to be leaving the bed for a little bit. She was going to be my breakfast. Being apart so many years and finding each other, we had so much to catch up on, and the bedroom was a great part of what we needed to catch up on. She turned on her side with her back to me, and started to spoon. She grabbed my arm and wrapped it around her waist and we hugged and held on to one another. I could easily go to sleep with her like that, and I think that she knew it. That was when she started to wiggle her ass and giggle. I love this woman for so many things, and her attitude of life was a big part of it. She kept at it until I got it up. That was when she turned around and rolled on top of me. She was looking into my eyes and wore a smile of love and caring. As she wiggled her tits on me, the smile went from love to fun and then full fledge lust. And that was my queue. I reached behind her and grabbed and squeezed both of her ass cheeks with my hands. That was when I heard her say, "Now that you have everything you want in your hands, what ya gonna' do with 'em now big boy?" "Zophia, you asked me to do something at lunch yesterday, I thought that this would be a good time to do it." And with that, I flipped her over on the bed, got behind her and pulled her ass into the air. This took her by surprise. "What the hell are you doing to me?" she asked. "Zophia, Zophia, Zophia. Don't you remember? You asked me to kiss your ass, and I am ready to do it now. It would have looked funny at the dinner, wouldn't it?" Leaning down, I started to kiss her cheeks, then nibbled her cheeks, then kissed them again, never stopping. My other hand was between her legs, caressing her hood. That was when I started to feel her move her bottom back and forth and a slight moan come out of her. After a bit more of that, I spread her cheeks and started to first breathe on, then lick her asshole. I felt her jump a little, then a louder moan. I started to probe her ass with my tongue and she got a bit louder, and was swaying her ass back and forth a bit more. "Oh Fryderyk, how I do remember this. Just keep going, I love this so much." I took by fingers from her clit and put them into her and started to thrust in and out of her firm pussy. I needed to get my fingers very wet for the next thing she knew I was going to do. I pulled my hand out, and slowly, ever so slowly pushed two fingers into her ass. Gently pumping her ass with one hand while the other hand went back to her pussy. I was filling her two holes while listening to her moans. She pushed her ass higher in the air for me, her face plastered in the sheets, her breathing getting more and more labored. She loved it and I loved doing it to her. Then she came. I so much love to make my partners come, I so love to watch them come, especially this one, especially this one now. Life is good. This time, she did not wait to recover, but she flipped over and threw me on my back. She mounted me, rode me cowgirl style and just pumped away. She continued her coming on me, then a bit before I was ready to climax, she got off and collapsed. Leaning over, she kissed me and said that it was my turn next, but that she needed a minute or so to recover. I fully believed her. If what we had done in the past was going to happen next, it would all be worth it. She rested for a few minutes then rolled over and got up. That is when I said that it is in the bathroom, and she left to get it. Returning, she put the lotion from the cabinet on her hands, warming it. Then she slowly put her hands on my back, starting to massage my back slowly. She took care to pull the tension from me. Getting a massage by a trained massage therapist can never compare with getting one by someone who loves you. Caring completely transcends technique, if the untrained masseuse is named Zophia. She used to do this for me before, in that other life so many years ago, and she was doing it again. She was using the palms of her hands to loosen my back muscles. There is no need to have immediate finesse, raw power was always needed at first. She leaned down and whispered into my ear, "tension is in the same place, nothing changed has it?" I shook my head no, and just lay there feeling the tension leave my body, feeling the warmth of her touch. The combination of the two was heaven. By the end of getting a massage from her, the tension is gone, and I began to feel the other kind of heat from Zophia. I remember when she would straddle me with her legs while she worked on my back. I could feel the heat and wetness from her pussy. When it came time to flip over, the rest of the massage was over. The start of making love would begin. I wonder how things will be today. I just so want to enjoy this today, I going to let her do what ever she wants to me. Zophia is not a big woman, but a solid one, a physically and mentally strong one. Her hands were on my back, then later my legs. She is amazing. She worked on my shoulders, my upper arms then lower back. She then moved to my calves, then my thighs. She kept hearing a quiet appreciative moan come out of me. When she got to my ass, she steered clear of my asshole, this time. I knew that she wanted me to have a complete massage first. There was time after it for making love, and time after that for free and wild sex. Then she turned me over and started on my face, then neck and shoulders and upper arms. Feeling her touch and her caring, looking at her over me, I started to tear up. When she saw me, she started to tear up too. We had a lot of history together, this was always part of our closeness, our tenderness. She too missed it. She leaned over to me and kissed me and whispered into my ear, "But we are here together again." and she smiled. I smiled too, how could I not? She continued to my legs and when she was finished, she started to spread my legs. She wiped her hands with a tissue and I directed her to the nightstand. She got a little smile on her face and asked, "I guess you needed to have this near by, didn't you. I know now that you haven't been a hermit Fredryck. I just hope that I could be as good as she was." With that, she put the flavored oil on her hands and started to massage my balls for a bit, until she went further south with one hand, and further north with the other. I don't normally have things put in my ass, but it was always different with Zophia. Somehow, I always liked it from her. For most women, it was ok. I don't know why. She started to massage the outside of my asshole, then adding more oil, she started to enter a single finger into it, slowly pumping it in and out. I just relaxed and enjoyed the sensations. She put more oil on and entered two fingers and did more of the same. I just laid there with a pleasant smile on my face, when she put her mouth on my cock, her glorious mouth on my cock. Now I'm starting to get heated up. Family Isn't Blood - Fred's Life Ch. 03 She still knows how to get me hot real fast. She starts talking to me while she licks me. She tells me what she is doing to me, how I feel to her, how she is going to make me cum. Sometimes she tells me what she has done to me in the past that I really liked. That verbal thing is what a lot of guys like, but many women don't. It is something, either way, that you do for your partner. At this point, she mounted me, sliding her pussy over my cock. Slowly and sensually, she thrusts against me, taking our time. I reach up and begin to kneed those wonderful globes that are hanging so near my face. In fact, she leans a bit over me and braces herself with one hand, and I suckle her nipple with tenderness, and caress her other breast with my other hand. Just sheer pleasure until she gets a look in her eye. This I know is going to be good. She dismounts me and reaches into the nightstand for the lube and then lays on her back. She lifts her legs high in the air, and I know what she wants. "Zophia, how long has it been since your ass has had a real cock?" "There was only one other cock besides yours Fred. Before I knew he was bisexual, that guy would fuck my ass ever so often. After I found out he swung both ways, then I remembered where I saw his technique. Same little moves that the grad student did with you. Can't really say what exactly the moves were, but they are different. Different from the ones you used on me before. I used to look at us in that mirror in the bedroom when you were pounding my ass from behind. I love getting pounded. I loved watching you pound me in the mirror." "But now, today, I get to watch you, I love that. I love what ever you do to my body Fred. I will do anything you say, you would never put me in real danger, or do something that would hurt me." "Do you remember that time we were trying out some light whipping?" I nodded yes. It took a bit of a while to get into it. Only when I realized that it was the theatrics, and some minor red marks only, did it become exiting for me. This was one that Zophia wanted to only be the receiver, not the doer. By this time, I had lubed up and had expanded Zophia's ass with my fingers. My cock was covered in lube and I was starting to put it into her. There is a point in getting into somebody's ass that you have to let them direct the time and the pressure. I remember when it happened to me, and I am so damn careful now when ever I do it to someone else. I was looking at the stress on Zophia's face increase in intensity, then slowly melt back to the beginning of pleasure. Then she started to buck slightly. "Fred, what were we talking about? Oh yes, remember the light whipping. Have you ever done that over the years?" I shook my head no. "Neither have I. We were into trying things out, weren't we Fred." At this point, I started to slowly fuck her ass, giving her the time to adjust to my cock. "Oh, I've missed your cock for so long. Oh yes, fuck this ass, Fred, just keep fucking my ass." She rolled her head back and began to get into it. "Oh yes, keep pumping my ass, keep pumping it hard. Get your hand in my pussy, now" I immediately complied. "Oh yes, just keep playing with my pussy. You are getting me so close, DON'T STOP." This is when I reached into her pussy with both hands and got my hands wet. I kept one there and the other I started to smear her tits with. Then she reached and took that hand into her mouth, licking it. Wild woman. I pulled it out, and she whimpered, then I quickly stuck in my thumb. "Start sucking this cock while I fuck that pretty little ass of yours." That put her over the edge and she thrashed like mad. I now had time to concentrate on my climax, and I did. It took me another three minutes to cum. I blew my load into her ass and slumped down on my elbows, then rolled off of her onto my side. We rested for a few minutes before we started to talk again. "Fred, what is the kinkiest thing you have done since we were together so long ago?" "Zophia, Rita was a waste of time except for vanilla sex. She kept a lover for everything else. But the 9 months with Kaja were great. I told you that she was just about as wild as I remembered you." "Kaja said her husband was a solid straight and honest man, but not adventurous. The fist time Kaja and I got together, she started working on her list of everything she wanted to do. Beside finding a safe lover, shoving something up my ass and having me shoot over everything was her first thing, a replay from her youth. It just got better after that. She like to dress up a bit, you and I never really did that, never had the money for that." "I did fuck her outside, in Wisconsin once." By this time, I started to twist her nipples. She was moaning in appreciation. "We were in the middle of a bog for cranes at an observation shack, it was fall and no one was around. Fucked her good on the bench with the sun keeping us warm." Zophia was starting to play with her pussy for me to see. I knew that talking about sex with another woman was getting her going. "But the best thing I did for her was to give her the three way that she wanted." At this Zophia's eyes became as large as saucers. "Don't worry, It was only the two of us." Her eyes were just a little less wide, but equally questioning. "She was leaving for Florida the next day and I was going to take her to the airport. Gave her a goodbye dinner. We probably were never going to see each other again. She asked if I could role play with her. I played several roles and she joined me. I had no idea how it was really going to work out." "I started by asking her to make a drink for our pretend guest. That got her in the mood of having another there with us. Then I exposed her for our guest and felt her up in front of him. She loved the naughtiness of it all. It became fun, playing that way. I was her boyfriend, then the guest and flipped back and forth. Pulled out a lifelike dildo for the second cock and she took it or me in every hole she had. Two cocks in her, mostly at the same time." "When she thought it was over and the guest left, I became a girlfriend that had watched her fuck two men, then I ate her out. That part blew her mind. When it was over, she told me that she had never thought about being with a girl before, just two guys. I kept her horny and the drinks flowed all evening. That probably made sure it would work." I took a breath, "OK, now what about you? What is the kinkiest thing you have done since we were together so long ago?" "My husband and I were working on our marriage in the early years after John was born, and we did get away for a few times. There were a couple of weekends in Vegas that we had some fun in. A little bit of fucking and sucking where other people could see us, in glass elevators, the pool, you know places like that. Balconies are good for that too. No bugs up there. We got to see other couples do that too, that was a real turn on. We would sit on the balcony and drink, just watching. These other couples wanted to be seen. He wanted to have to see me with another woman, but there was no way in these days of aids. Hookers tended to be drug abusers and drug abusers tended to share needles, aids was not on the list. We thought about inviting a friend in, but that never worked out. Then I became more and more depressed about John. Well, you know the rest." "Fred, at best there have been a couple of near experiences. Ted wanted me to do another three way with a guy. I remember the one with you. It was a turn on to see it once, something new, something naughty and familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. But just like you, checked it off the list. Don't have to go back." "I am so damn glad you feel that way. I have no interest in a repeat. But you liked it once. You know, we never really talked about it in much detail. So tell me what you remember." "Remember Fred, the first part of that three way was two guys working over me. That part was great and that I could consider doing that part again. Having two mouths on me, two cocks in me, just having a mouth or a piece of meat where ever I want it, now you're talking. You sticking your thumb in my mouth a few minutes ago made me remember that time. You are going to have to repeat your performance with that two person three way for me. That sounded good with you doing it. I was dripping imaging you being two guys and pulling it off." "The part I remained a little bit unsure of when had our three way, you did not like it from him. You both were friendly to one another, hell, at that point in our lives, wasn't a mouth just a mouth, a finger just a finger, even a cock is just a dildo. You've tasted your own cum. Fred, what was the difference for you then? I'm not asking that you do it again, I still just don't know why you didn't like it." "I've thought about that a long time and this is what I've come up with so far. Bottom line, you I love. He was anonymous and I did not love him. Tell you the truth, the other women that I've done parts of this with, I liked them, the sex was ok to good, but I didn't love them like I loved you. Trust and caring obviously mean a lot to me. Kaja, my partner after the divorce and before you, I liked a lot." "We were not in love, but we trusted each other. We went a little far, but not as far as that. She had things like that that we did, but it was with someone I cared for, not a stranger for anonymous sex. Does that make sense to you? Besides, guys just do not turn me on." I guess that I never really thought about it that way. A cock is a cock, it could just be a piece of meat. A cunt is folds of meat, or the gateway to your lover. You've explained it to me so I understand. The thing that I don't understand, was the male on male sex part. What did you think about that?" "Zophia, that was a try it once kind of thing. Trying things once was a good thing to do. It really is about love and trust. I'm just not interested in doing it again. Have you ever been intimate with a woman?" "Since you have not held up your part of the bargain, no. May have had a chance with some women I met over the years, but I just really was not interested. The nice thing about the three way for me was with you there, I could bow out if I felt I needed to. You make me safe. I guess that I would never do it with out being safe with you." she paused, " Or totally drunk like a skunk." and she laughed. "Zophia, would you do everything that we have done with others? Besides your ex I mean." "My ex and I did not do half the things that you and I have done together. It was not plain vanilla sex, but it was not tutti-fruitti either." We both laughed at that. "No honestly, some people are just more open to it. I never really got as far as this with the people that I dated." "You told me your ex lived her excitement away from you. I'm so sorry about that. I've got a great relationship with my ex's wife Carol. One time we got together and we had tipped a few. More than we should have and ended up calling cabs to get to each of our homes." "She spoke openly about their lives. Some of it was standard Bob being Bob, and I told her that was him for me too. Some of it was different just because she is not me, but she is herself. When she spoke of their love life, I realized that he was just the same with her as she was with me. I told her that, and she felt better about it. She is a friend of mine and I've never told a soul about what we talked about, until now." Smiling, she looked at me, "Fredryck, we are a well matched couple. Don't you agree?" Then I started laughing, "As soon as you keep your part of the bargain, and I never want to repeat mine." and I hugged her with all my love. She looked at me, "So you still remember the deal. Isn't there a statue of limitations on that sort of thing. What does contract law say about that? Besides, it was your job to set it up, I did mine. Don't put it on me." and she laughed. We had agreed for both of us to set up and do a three way. She finds another guy and I find another woman. Everybody does everything in bed. We were young and into collecting experiences. We wanted to try things, at least once. She found a grad student going back to Europe. I had a hard time getting the nerve up to find, let alone ask another woman to join us. She kidded me for months about it but would not do my job for me. We continued talking for another half an hour while eating breakfast when Cathy called. That morning, Cathy asked Maria and Marek for their help with Zophia. She told us that she will have an early dinner at their apartment for everyone at 4PM. You just don't know about people. Cathy calls their friends and relatives to do some work for us, and they jump at the chance. Cathy made it easier for both Maria and Marek by feeding them, and Marek by inviting his family too, but they would not even consider saying no. Dinner was catered by a Polish restaurant that Zophia fought with Cathy to pay for. It was close as who was more determined, but I motioned to Cathy to stop, and she gave in, but was not happy about it. The others visited in the living room and the kids in the spare bedroom playing games. I sat in the kitchen with the three of them while they discussed what Zophia wanted and needed for her son John. By the end of the hour, Zophia had produced 95% of the things that Maria and Marek needed. The rest would be emailed by tomorrow morning. The social workers agreed on which of their contacts would be best and who would do what. A second meeting was tentatively set up for Wednesday evening, after dinner so there would be no fighting about that. That gave two days for a heck of a lot of work. Zophia offered her new helpers some remunerations, at least out of pocket costs, but they refused. Maria and Marek said they could talk about it later, knowing that that later was never going come from them. Zophia and I returned to my house later that evening. She gave me the rundown of her schedule. Interviews at her very probable job on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. Maybe more, she did not know yet. I told her to take my car but just drop me off at work, and I could get a ride home from some coworkers. It turned out, she was able to drop me off and pick me up all three days. I found out that we were invited to dinner at her brother Marc and his wife Caterina's house on Monday evening. Her other brother Tom and his wife Roze were to be there too. If the job interviews were going to be a problem, then it was just going to be for drinks afterward. I quickly realized from Zophia that the unstated message was that I did not have a choice in this matter. Both of her brothers own their construction company, and they work it. On Tuesday, we were going to see her parents. They are in their late 80's and very early 90's, so we would not be there after 7:30, 8 PM the latest. Wednesday was to be back with Marek and Maria. Thursday to Sunday morning were still open. Her flight, which could be delayed, was set for Sunday afternoon. On Monday, Zophia picked dropped me off and then was able to pick me up after work. Her interviews went well and she was in a great mood. I thought that I would have some time to change after work and freshen up. She just laughed at me and reminded me that her brothers work construction, and they had a tight job to do this week. The wives, on the other hand would be refined and cultured, but forget about her construction focused brothers. I remember Marc from before. He is a younger brother of Zophia's. He married Caterina, the daughter of a Northern Italian Bolzano father and a Southern Calabrese mother. Talk about a conflicted family, a southerner and a northerner. Those two immigrated to the US after the second world war and had two children here. Her father started the war as an Italian private, and ended the war a sergeant discharged from the British 8th Army. Zophia told me that this was going to be a great meal. Caterina never cooked anything less than excellent. Even if she said that it was terrible, it was always wonderful. Being from the north and the south, she was comfortable with both red and cream sauces. Caterina took Marc to Italy once with her parents. They showed off the 'Pollocko' to both sides. He understood the acceptance of this wife's families without more than a small understanding of the language, except for the food and the swearing. Zophia said they got along well because everybody was a peasant, no one put on airs. They just ate so well, it was flavor, substance, not volume. All these great meals I'm eating this week were going to have to be worked off. Worked off in the next couple of months. But that was for later, this is for now. I'm just glad that my daughter got through to Marc. He could have told her no. I owe him for saying yes to Cathy. Her other brother Tom is married to a southwest side Lithuanian, Roze. Her parents came over after the war also. It was rough for them. First taken over by Stalin, then Hitler, then Stalin again. They were happy to be alive, then happy to not be deported to Siberia, then eternally grateful to start over again from nothing in the Lithuanian community of Chicago. Zophia and I were greeted warmly by the four of them and a Tyskie beer was pressed in my hand. After a few minutes of greetings and small talks, the women went into the kitchen. I was alone with the brothers. Oh shit, I knew what was going to come next. There is a thing in many polish households that the eldest male becomes the 'father' to everybody after the real father can't do it or dies. I knew that I was going to be taken to task now. Instead, I was pleasantly surprised. It seems that Zophia kept them in the loop about us. They asked a couple of questions and I filled them on some things. They were supportive, protective of their sister, but supportive. I had the feeling that they were not totally thrilled by their previous brother. Just about the time their beers ran out, the women called us in for dinner. Caterina laid out a spread. We started with tortellini chicken soup with grated asaigo sprinkled over it. Next course had three types of fresh vegetables, two different kinds of meats and a salad. This was followed by a tray of cheeses with fresh fruit. That chaser was decaf espresso with grappa and biscotti. Biscotti, double baked cookies, are to be dunked in the espresso. The meal only took over 2 hours. Zophia told me later that they rushed it along. Tell me again why I left this woman go? The meal was one thing, but the conversation was everything. The brothers and sister spoke about their parents, how they were doing, how the parents were handling their new home, what each of the kids were going to handle and more. This was family, this was life. Marc had already taken care of their funerals and Tom had their finances in order. That was when Roze looked at me and asked me what I thought. They all knew why I had to leave Zophia 30 years ago. "This whole weekend brings me back, back 30 years. On what I would call the technical side, the current living arrangements at the assisted living facility, the doctors, even the next possible step, nursing homes for either or both parents, you folks have it down." "What I found so hard 30 years ago, until my brother came back from Nam, was the support I needed. All of you have that support. I think that you all will do just fine. You all have each other, and I hope that this one" I looked at Zophia, "stays here with you. You can never have to much support." I got a hug for that one. We retired to the living room of a chaser of brandy and an hour of conversation. Later we said our goodbyes for the night. On Tuesday after work, Zopohia took me directly to the Assisted Living Facility that her parents were at. It was only 20 minutes away from my house and 10 minutes from work. Once again, I was greeted very warmly. It was obvious that they were also kept in the loop, directly by who, I don't know. They were not strangers to me. I remember many Sunday dinners at their house, evenings of playing pinochle. On Sundays gatherings with her Uncles, it was 10-25-50 cent poker. They were serious back room bar room poker players. I tended to either break even, or lose my shirt. More of the later than the former. They always liked me to play. I knew that I was an easy mark for them. Family Isn't Blood - Fred's Life Ch. 03 Zophia's parents. Stella and Syzmon were and continued to be good people. They worked until they no longer could, raised three children, supported their daughter to the point of her masters. After they were forced to retire, they led a quiet life taking care of and than just playing with their grandchildren. Now these grandchildren were starting to get married and have kids. The circle of life. We walked out of there and I was tearing up. Zophia looked at me with a question in her eyes. I looked at her and said, "Right now you are so damn lucky. Not lucky that your parents have lost their abilty to live independently, but that you can be there with them while being surrounded by the rest of your family. It is the slow goodbye that is much more difficult without others." I had her drive home while I was lost in my thoughts of 30 years also. I had recovered by the time we got home and we continued to talk with one another till 1AM. Tomorrow morning was going to be tough. When Zophia picked me up from work she was beaming and said that she was going to take me to dinner, someplace special. When we got there, I just laughed. We ended up near the university in a little deli and got some Italian subs. She was prepared and had brought additional paper towels to use as bibs. The hot Italian giardiniera oil ruined more than one tie of mine. We got to the lakefront and went to the rocks and sat down. After opening up the subs and the two cokes, we stated eating. With the cool wind in my face and this woman at my side, I was happy. That was when she said they made her an offer, an offer she accepted. She was moving to Chicago for her job, her parents, her son. Then looking at me she said, and for me, that I was the topping on the cake. Having done my own laundry for several years now, I knew that this was a time I should not hug. I would have stained her cloths, but I leaned over and kissed her while holding my hands away from us like I had wings. When we broke away, she started to laugh at the sight if it. We got to Shelly and Marek's by the appointed 6:45. He and Shelly and Maria were there along with someone new. They introduced us to Su Lin, a classmate of theirs. Su specialized in people with development disabilities. The four of them started talking, all talking the same language. Shelly and I could only marvel at them all. It was out of my league, but looking at Shelly, it was out of her league also. Shelly has handled some pretty difficult cases, but she was looking lost on this one. Over an hour later, Zophia was looking calm and the three of them were relaxed. Because she knew Zophia's tight schedule, Su Lin had set up appointments for Thursday morning, another Thursday afternoon and the final on Friday morning for her at the top three possibilities. This time, she pulled Maria over and asked her a question privately to which Maria shook her head no. After a few minutes, we bade them goodnight. I asked Zophia about how she felt about everything. She was pretty happy about it all. They had listened to her and appeared to find three suitable places for her son John. Now, she had to do that interviewing alone. All of them were working and I was too. She said that it would be OK, she was kind of used to that. That was when I told her that Angelka had offered to be available in case you needed some company. Just having another person with you, just to be there and bounce things off of does make a difference. She thought that it was a good idea and I told her to use my phone and look under A in the phone list. Angelka jumped at the chance and told Zophia to pick her up after she dropped me off. I tell you, we are a rough crowd here. When Zophia picked me up after work on Thursday, she was looking very worn and haggard. It did not look like a good day. I know that facilities for the developmentally disabled were not great places to be at, but it is still depressing. Zophia had told me that even the one John was in right now was not much better looking. It was just so depressing for her. You can only hope, then you have to go with the reality of life. She needed to go home and crash. I suggested that I take her home and I pick up some Thai food for us. She smiled at me, held on to my arm and lay her head against my shoulder as we pulled up to the house. When we got inside, I sat her down in the living room and took off her shoes. Rubbing her feet sometimes made her feel better, having that human touch. She started to cry, and just let it all out. The stresses and tensions job hunt, what ever was going to happen to her son, her brothers and her parents. She cried that she was taking John away from his father. It all just poured out of her. I sat next to her and held her in my arms while she sobbed and talked. Life is not fair, or easy. She was in the best of a bad situation, but that is small comfort. Then I spoke softly to her, "It is only the people around you that can help. I sent you away 30 years ago, when I really needed you. I will not let that happen again. You know that you have great support here. You have your brothers and their wives, you have your parents, for the years that they may have left, and they may very well have years to go. You have this new extended family here too. No one gets to suffer in silence. We don't allow it. Believe that you are doing the right thing for you, your son and your parents. And even your ex-husband too. He knows you make the right decisions for John. If anything happens, you have people that will be here for you, people that you can count on." Then I pulled her face to see my eyes, "This people that will never let you go." That was when she relaxed into my arms. We ate leftovers that evening, with a bottle of merlot, or two. It was first accompanied by some slow and loving bonding, and later by love making. The next day after work, Zophia was actually much better. A better night's sleep and a facility that was closer to the vision she had for her son brightened her considerably. When she picked me up, she said that dinner was on her again. From her direction, I was expecting Johnnie's Roast beef on North avenue in Elmwood Park. That place was famous for us and half the city. We had many good times from that standup/take out place. The customer lines for that place usually wrap around the front door, and then down the block in summertime. But she kept driving west then down to Roosevelt road and we ended up at Emilio's Tapas on Roosevelt road. While she was driving, she was telling me about what she thought of the facility, of the little things she learned to pay attentions to, of the staff and the other clients. They generally were clients, not just patients or wards, this was not a warehouse or a semi-warehouse. Zophia saw the functional level of the others and felt that this was the place for John. The research of the cabal of social workers did also showed this place in a good light. So today, this dinner was the celebration. A milestone was reached. She found a place for her son, and she did not do it alone. Along with the social workers, she said that Angelka was just the most perfect companion for her. For the past two days, she supported her when she needed that support, let her have space at those times too. Angelka listened and just reflected back what she had felt, without putting a spin on things. To paraphrase my mother, Angelka was Angelka, she was who she was. They stayed and filled out the admitting paperwork, leaving the start date when everything could be coordinated with her ex, Bob. He was part of this too. I was very happy about her finding a place, and happy that Bob remained a part of his son's limited life. We had a wonderful meal, a number of small plates, shared. Do not ever leave a tapas restaurant without the bacon wrapped dates. Because it is far, and I do not eat out much UNTIL THIS WEEK, I only go there every couple of years. That dish is always on my list. Life can be good, if you work for it, sometimes. Family Isn't Blood - Fred's Life Ch. 04 The next couple of days were still busy, but were much more calm. Zophia had her basic questions answered for John. One of the first things I spoke to Zophia about was where she wanted to live when she returned to Chicago. I told her that this week was so new, so fresh, so quick for us. Did we really want to move in together so soon? We took a slew of chances to get here, were we pushing our luck? Should we take more time? I was concerned, we were no longer spring chickens. This could end in a disaster, a disaster that could be avoided if we just went slower, and lived apart? I spoke about Kaja and the decision we made to not move in together. Yes, that was different. She and I had our own houses, and lives. "Fryderyk, I hear you. I hear you loud, strong and clear. We did not take this much time to decide to live together the first time. Then we always knew we could move out if needed. We can still move out if needed." She got a look from me, but continued anyway. "I know, I know, we have yet to have our next big blow up like the ones we had before. Those were scary when we were younger. I think that we could handle it better as we have grown." "Life has given us this second chance, and I have to go with my gut. I want to live with you again. We are not married, our finances are independent, our hearts are together. Two out of three means we can move away from each other if we have to. You are an honorable man Fryderyk. I try to be the most upstanding woman I can be. What ever happens, we will decide together and do what is right." She paused, "What do you think?" Damn logical woman, just a damn logical wonderful loving honest woman that I love. "Yes, Zophia, you have a strong case. It may be two out of three reasons for an easy split if things don't work out. But that third one, that is the one that will take time. We don't have all the time in the world now. Some jerk caused us to lose 30 years. That jerk didn't want to take you away from your future. He doesn't want to ever be away from you again." She touched my face, kissed my lips, then said in her so warm accented voice, "We were young then, we were trying to build a future. During this week, I've never told you what else I found out over the years. About 15 years ago, I ran into Larry by accident when I was in town once. We had dinner together with Angleka. That was when he told me I should not be angry with you. He only told me that your parents needed you, and he was in Viet Nam. I was pissed about it, about what you did to us. But I began to see you in a different light. I wanted to still be mad at you. I needed to still be mad at you. That was easier than being hurt. That great life I made had already fallen apart." "When your daughter latched on to me like a hungry rottweiler, I had already been rethinking major things in my life. When I was considering getting back to Chicago for my parents, my brothers were overjoyed. It was more than just having their sister home, more than having her be around her parents. They saw that I was worn and unhappy. And I had been alone for years." "Caterina told me this week that she had pressured Marc to let Cathy know where I could be contacted, only after she found out that you were divorced. When your daughter let me know that 30 years ago you wanted a future for me, to go forth professionally in life, to not hold me back, I could no longer deny things. All those people who came to bat for you, and me" "We have people worrying about us, people who care about us. Your daughter was amazing. She made me feel warm and wanted, and she did not even know me. Larry did tell her about me, but still. After being on the West coast, and with a limited set of friends because I devoted my life to John, it was" and she paused "it was coming home to family. Within hours of seeing you again, I get fixed up with that damn Social Work crowd. And not one of them would take a gift. Could not even get Maria's approval for something for Su Lin." "Fred, this is home for me. You are home for me. I want to settle down with you. You are important, I know who you really are by what you do. You even keep a clean house. Don't think that I didn't notice. You weren't expecting company, it's always this clean. Isn't it?" "Zophia, remember, I was raised by an old Polish woman. One of the ways Larry and I used to get her upset was by saying that the house was dirty. Then we'd run out the door. We'd come back home and somehow, the house was even cleaner. The need for clean houses was mechanically forced into my genes." I smiled at her and held her hand. "Zophia, I feel that you are home, but I also do not make changes quickly. On the other hand, your move to Chicago would be easier if you don't have to find a place to live, or have to live in one of your brother's basements? Well? Sounds like a good idea?" She started to laugh. "Pulling the money card on me, aren't you. First you're not sure, then you try to scare me with it going to cost me money. Listen Mister-scared-but-just-a-little-bit, I don't want your money. I want us to be together. Got it? Any more questions on that?" It took over two months for her and John's move to happen. I had time to clear out a bedroom or two, then the basement and the garage for her 'stuff'. The older furniture went into the basement, or at a garage sale. The problem with the garage sale was that when ever one of our extended 'family' looked at something, the price to them went to half off or free. I would not have it any other way. I was able to clear out things that Cathy did not want me to hold for her. She got first dibs on everything. I was able to clear out the things that should have been gotten rid of years ago, but I never did. About a week after Zophia returned to California, I got a call from Roze, Tom's wife. She started the call saying 'labas' and by reflex I broke into my laughable phonetic phrase of 'I'm sorry, I don't speak Lithuanian', in Lithuanian. She thought my attempt was funny. After a few pleasantries, she got down to business. It appears that the brothers wanted to give their sister a welcome home present. The brothers came up with all sorts of things that the wives politely did not laugh at. She and Caterina discussed it one evening and came up with an idea. The brothers liked it, so she wanted to run it past me to see what I thought. "Fryderyk, how would you feel about getting your bathroom gutted?" I let out an involuntary gasp when she quickly added, "and rebuilt in less than a week." There was some stammering starting to come out of me when she broke in again. "First off, this is the kind of thing that they do for a living. They have the tools, materials and the help needed to do it. It is no big shakes for then. They always have a few favors to call in out there if need be. They have a lull in their work load right now, so it is not taking anything away. Second, Zophia made a passing comment about your bathroom being from the late '30's along with a dripping faucet. So what do you think?" "Roze, I really don't know what to say. Zophia and I are kind of old and kind of new to each other again. What happens if it doesn't work out. I feel that it" Then she cut me off. "Fryderyk, we're not worried about that. Remember, we've seen her over the years. You are the best thing for her. If it does not work out, it will not be because of an antiquated or a rehabbed bath. None of us are worried about that, seriously, you are not going anywhere, she won't be either." My head has been spinning ever since Zophia came back into my life, and today, she is not here, and my head continues to spin. "Roze, lets just say that you are correct. Now correct me if I am wrong, but I have a feeling that there would be no way I could pay you for this." "That is correct Fred." "But what about materials? I want to pay for all the materials." She took a couple of seconds to answer, it sounded like she was talking with somebody. "Ok, here's the deal. We will provide you with a listing of all the out of pocket costs." I gave her a quick yes. She continued, "Since you don't have a problem with this, Caterina and I, and if you want Cathy in on the details too, that is ok with us. We will pick out what is used. Is it a deal?" I really know how to drive a hard bargain. I just felt like the native Americans on Manhattan Island getting such a great deal from the Dutch. It was suppose to be a secret to Zophia, so everyone kept mum. I was going to camp out at Cathy and Mike's place on the couch, but the news got to Stan and Iwona. I stayed there a week. Cathy kept telling me that it was going to be beautiful. I spent some time at big box home improvement stores to know what it was going to cost me. I figured that you only live once, and Zophia was worth it. It would make our life better. After a couple of days, I got a call from Marc. They found a little bit of rot and needed a couple more days to finish. Things like this were not unexpected. As that was the only bath in the house, I really did not have a choice. I found out later that they had cleared it with Iwona first. It was about 11 days after I had left the house, I was allowed to return. The four of them, Marc and Caterina, Tom and Roze along with Cathy showed up for the unveiling. The first thing I noticed was that the door to the kitchen was closed. Good way to not track things into that room, but Cathy said that it was all cleaned up. I got to the bathroom with my entourage behind me and opened the door. White marble and beautiful green stone for accents on the walls, that continued into the glass door and walled shower. The replaced sink was beautiful, a new toilet. There was a heat lamp and an exhaust fan that never existed before. It was not my bathroom. My head continued to spin, words could not come out of my mouth. Finally, Roze gave me a single piece of paper. It was the itemized list that totaled $156 with some odd cents. I was about to protest when Cathy came to their rescue. "Dad, remember, they are contractors. They get things that others no longer want, or get very cheaply. They had most of this laying around their shop. They did not lie to you. This is their honest out of pocket cost. And part of that was for a large can of coffee from Costco. Why don't you sit down in the kitchen for a minute?" I shuffled to the kitchen door, and then disbelief number two hit me. It was not my kitchen. It was somebody's else kitchen that just happened to be in my house. Cathy walked behind me and started to show me the new cabinets, the special drawers, everything. "Don't worry about this Dad. This one was a gift from Mike and me and Zophia directly, along with Tom and Marc's labor. It is a good solid kitchen, not as expensive as you think. It's an Ikea kitchen, but it has more space, a better flow and updated for living in now. It is a gift. You can't give it back." Then she hugged me and I started to cry. I did not ask for any of this, I have lived within my means, I have made do with what came my way. Now I have a kitchen and a bathroom out of a magazine, because people care about me and my love. That is when Roze and Caterina came and gave me a hug. When Zophia came with John, his father Bob, and Bob's wife Carol came too. It was much less traumatic for John to have these familiar people all around him for the first week. John made the transition with only one breakdown. His mother only had two, but her safety net was there. She came back stronger than before. It was going to be ok. I got to spend time with Bob and Carol. We all went out to a simple diner a couple of times at the end of each day at the facility. It was just the easiest thing to do, and the three of them were pretty exhausted, mentally and physically, by then. I would join them after work. Sometimes her brothers or their wives would join us too. On the day before they were to return home, Bob wanted the four of us to go out for a quiet dinner. Something longer and more intimate than a diner, something where we could process it all and wrap things up a little bit. He made reservations at a nice Italian place on the lake front. I got to watch the three of them interact the past couple of days, and I was pleasantly surprised. They were focused on doing the right thing for John. There really were no disagreements, only options that were batted about. I know that in a big way, it has been over 20 years of hell for them. They were good to one another, they supported one another. I saw that it was hard for Bob, and to a lesser degree, Carol, to let him come here. Zophia and I had offered our house to them if they ever visited. It is important to not have to be alone after seeing John. There were always feelings that came up that needed an ear to listen. For the first couple of weeks, Zophia would stop by to see John while coming home from work for an hour or so. He was still getting used to the new place, and her visits helped. During one of those times, She saw Su Lin was there. They sat down and talked a bit. Su said that she was just checking up on him, making sure everything was ok. There were not any unexpected problems, just the normal expected ones. That made Zophia feel better. After John was finally settled, it turned out that Zophia's moving was a non-event. We quickly became an old married couple in maney ways except one. In bed at times we were still a couple of kids. It was about a year after she moved in when Zophia told me that we were going to have Cathy, Mike and the kids over for dinner on Saturday evening. Not unusual as sometimes the four of us would play cards for fun while the grandchildren would sleep in the spare bedroom. Ever since I was confronted with Rita cheating on me, I have made it a point of being more aware of things. Not out of paranoia, but just because. It is still easy to pull the wool over my eyes, and I do trust Zophia. But just the same, I've started to pay attention to details. It was 20 minutes before Cathy and Mike were to arrive, I noticed that another plate was set at the table. No one said anything about another guest, so I asked Zophia about it. She said that Cathy was inviting a friend along and that she told her it was ok. Now could I get the wine from the basement? Only ten minutes later, Cathy and Mike show up with the kids. Following them was Kaja! I'm a little flustered, but Zophia rushes past me, gives her a hug like they are old friends and grabs her coat. Cathy just looks at me. "Well Dad, are you going to say hello to her?" "Fred, how are you doing? It is so nice to see you again. Your grandchildren are just lovely." I finally get my wits again and give her a hug, then I look at Cathy. "The very least my dear daughter, you could have told me we were having a guest today." That was Kaja spoke up. "Fred, Cathy didn't invite me, it was Zophia." I shot a glance towards Zophia, and she was chuckling. Kaja continued, "I am in town for a couple more days finishing up paperwork, selling my house to my son. I'm now permanently in Florida. I called to see how you were doing. Zophia answered and after some arm twisting, got me to come to dinner with you all. Come on and sit down. I've got my brag book of my grandchildren to show all of you." Cathy got Kaja a glass of wine and put another in my hand while Zophia sat on the other side of Kaja. The three of us started to look at the pictures and hear the details on the two sets of twin boys. What a total handful, four boys. Cathy finished what was left to do in the kitchen while Mike played with the children. After being a bit flustered, it was nice to see Kaja, especially with Zophia being supportive of it. I did not feel anything awkward, and I did not see anything awkward with those two either. Dinner was great and the conversation and the wine flowed freely. Dinner was over for a while, and it was starting to get late for the children. Cathy and Mike said their good byes. The three of us moved to the living room. I brought out the bottles of cognac and krupnic and a couple of glasses. We must have talked for over an hour, although it seemed to only be 10 minutes. The conversation drifted off to Christmas. Kaja was talking about how it is so different in Florida. That was when Zophia brought up the Christmas that Kaja and I hosted here. Zophia said, "When Fryderyk showed me the pictures of that Christmas, I knew that you were part of this big family. I found out that no matter how hard you try, even 30 years for me, you can never resign from this family. So when you called, I had to make sure that you would come. Fred, did you know that I had to promise that Cathy would be here too?" That was when Kaja answered. "Well, I felt a bit funny calling this house, knowing that you were a couple. Fred and I were together for a couple of months, and those were good months. We were very comfortable with one another, but we sill kept separate lives. We were not lonely, but we both knew that we were not in love, and that was ok for both of us. No stress, no tension." "Calling here, I did not want to make you think that I had any other motives except just to say hello. Thank you for inviting me in. Lots of happy memories here." That was when she looked far away and smiled, and took another sip. I leaned over and refilled her glass. Zophia spoke, "Well I just had to see who made Fred so happy those months. I must confess, there was another reason. As we have gotten along so well. Please don't be offended, but he once told me that you were as wild with him as I am." At that Kaja turned beet red. I didn't know to laugh, or be shocked until Kaja busted out laughing. "If I'm that wild, then you've really got to be." and then Zophia busted out laughing too. When she recovered enough to talk she looked at me, "I think I'm gonna keep 'em." And they both busted out laughing. I was kind of shocked and kind of pleased. I took another sip, a much bigger sip from my glass to give me something to do while those two just kept talking about what either of them had done with me. I was getting more embarrassed and turned on at the same time. I know both of these women, intimately. Never thought that they would ever be in the same room, and be open about me with each other. I soon realized that I needed some more ice and needed to hit the bathroom, and a couple of minutes to think about what was possibly unfolding under my eyes. When I came back, they were quieter, and were looking at me differently. Zophia asked me to go to the basement and get that spumante that I like so well. She asked me to pull out the flutes and serve it to us all. I like that bubbly Italian wine, it is just sweet enough, and dry enough for after dinner. Ascending the stairs, I overheard something from Kara that was muffled, and they both were laughing. Our glass recycling this week was going to look like Christmas day after a party. I went into the kitchen to open the wine and fill the flutes. I was about to come out when Zophia asked that I first bring the tray of cheeses and meats that she had forgotten to bring out before dinner. More food and wine? No problem, but it took me two trips. Each time, the two women were giggling and laughing, and glanced at me differently. I wondered where this was going to lead. At the least, Zophia and I were going to have a great time later tonight, I could see the sexual tension in her body language. When I finally got back to the living room, Zophia patted the seat on the couch next to her for me to sit down. Kaja was in the chair to my right with the coffee table holding all the goodies. They kept talking and I would join in every once in a while. Zophia asked Kaja how the social life was going in Florida. "Not so good. In fact, it is non-existent. One thing, the two sets of twins keep me and my daughter totally occupied. I'm able to give the parents an official date night each week where I yell at them if they stay home. I remember those days, they need time with only one another." Family Isn't Blood - Fred's Life Ch. 04 My son has been trying to find men I could go out with, but he has standards. I asked my daughter about his standards because he wouldn't tell me. She gave me a partial list of 'no way' dates. There was the standard alcoholic, the coke user that ended up in rehab, twice, the one with the temper issues that has gotten tossed in jail for abusing a girlfriend, the mama's boy who never left home, one who quotes all the right wing jerks and does not exist outside of that little world he made. Oh yes. The list goes on. Problem is, I've actually seen and spoken with these men, and that appeared normal at the time. I would not have felt out of place in going out on a date with any of them." "But I would not change my life for anything. I love my grandchildren and my daughter and her husband. He is solid, just like my husband was, and that firm base was the legacy he gave our kids. And now, I'm helping to keep that legacy going. No, no dates since I left Chicago and Fred." Zophia then piped in, "So what are your favorite internet sites?" and we all busted out laughing. Is it our age? Who we are? Or just the times? We don't have to pretend any more. We would have been horrified if anyone said this out loud in our youth. Now we laugh at our selves, all of us have been alone for extended periods of time. Kaja came back with something. "Actually, I'm not so much into the internet sites, although I have been trying the chat rooms and dating sites just to see what is out there." Then she looked first at me, then Zophia, than back to me, "I replay a lot of what you and I did together. That was more real than anything on the computer." I turned beet red while Zophia chuckled at my embarrassment. Kaja continued, "I'm not going to call it a bucket list, but it kind of is. After my husband died, I swore that if I had a chance to be safe and sexually active, I was going to do it." She looked at Zophia, "Honey, you got a real keeper there, don't let him out of your sight." At this point I went from dark red to darker red, if that is possible. Zophia is holding her sides, she has almost fallen off the couch laughing at me. Now Kaja has joined in thoroughly enjoying my super embarrassment. Then Zophia added, "He told me about your two person three-way. I had to drag the details out of him when he first mentioned it." "That last gift he gave me has kept me alive for months." That was when I noticed that Kaja was slightly squirming in her seat, but tried to cover it up by reaching for another glass of spumante. "I just thought it was going to be little bit of fun, and he blew me away with what he did for me. I never imagined that role playing could be so adventurous and fun and exciting, damn exciting." Zophia asked, "What did you like the most about it?" while she giggled her glass for me to refill hers. "Oh, about everything. I never was in a three way, but I had seen some porn that looked exciting. But being there? Not knowing what was going to happen? To pretend to be wild and do things I never would do in real life? Just so much." "When I dragged out of Fred what you both did, I knew that this was something we were going to be doing together. Practice makes perfect and he has gotten a bit better as he has had more experience." Kaja's eyes opened wider, "He's gotten better? You have it so lucky girlfriend." That was the first time anyone said that word. It was a word I only said in the two person three way. The alcohol and the conversation stopped walking and stared running down a path. "Now he uses two life like dildos and I get double penetration when I suck his cock, or I get one to suck on while I get one in my ass when he eats me as a woman." "Getting that playing from him must be wonderful. He was always willing to go along with me, to a point, a pretty far point. But we both had our ways with each other. I remember when I thought our role playing was over when he said that our guest had left, I was contented at that point. Then he brought in the girlfriend. That was something I never really considered. I never thought that way for me. I mean, I saw it in the porn movies and pictures, it was just something unreal, like water sports or heavy duty BSDM stuff. Those last two things are a massive turn off for me. But Fred got me so hot and horny that I would have done about anything." "You do know that over 30 years ago, Fred and I had a real thee-way, two guys and me. It was great." I was getting worked up by these two women talking about me, like I was not sitting there. Now Zophia telling Kaja about our three way? Now I'm concerned. "In our youth, Fred and I were into collecting experiences, and we made an agreement to experience two three ways, two women and him and two men with me. Unless we felt threatened, everyone was to do everything. That was when Kaja looked at me with amazement, and finished her glass of wine. She giggled her glass toward me for a refill. I saw that the bottle was empty and Zophia asked me to get another from the basement. The way things were going, I brought up two, then opened them both. By the time I sat down, I knew that Zophia got into some of the details, her face told it all. Kaja turned to me and asked, "So sucking a cock, was it what you expected? After all, you have one, but you probably never sucked one before." While I was going to the basement, I prepared for questions that I knew were going to come. These women were both uninhibited in safe places. And all of us were a safe place. "Well, being young and being with Zophia, this uninhibited little dynamo here" She smiled at me and draped her hand along my lap. "We figured out that we would not be doing anything that would harm either of us. We trusted each other that if some thing didn't feel right, than it would be stopped, no questions. That made a difference." Zophia nodded her head in agreement while tracing her fingers along my thigh. "The other thing to remember is that this vixen was already had two men, several times. She had both of us in any way she wanted. What I can easily remember was starting out with her being undressed by us, then pleasured in all places with our mouths, then she started to grab our cocks and we both had them in all of her different holes at least twice. Sorry for Zophia, he was bigger than I was, and there was no way for her to have a double pentetration in her ass and pussy at the same time. She had to be satisfied with out that bit. Remember that?" During this time, I started to caress her shoulder while her hand was slowly moving to my inner thigh. Kaja was noticing everything and was intensity trying hard, but unsuccessfully, to not squirm. "Oh yes, that guy was big. As you know, Fred is not small, really just a great size." At that they both laughed. Kaja broke in, "I never had a complaint about Fred. But anyway, what was it like to be man-on-man? I've always wondered. Remember, we were growing up when women's liberation was starting. I want to know." I grabbed my glass and pulled out the cognac for a refill. "As Zophia said, this guy was big. He started it off by kneeling at my feet and nuzzling into my cock, breathing me in. I was still in a little bit of shock, but decided to go with it. I felt his hands grab me and then his mouth opened just enough for his tongue to stick out and lick my head. He was bi, so I knew that he had experience, and I had none." Zophie spoke up, "You remember, porn was not that common at the time, and I had never seen anything like this before. I actually had never seen anyone have sex except for seeing people at the beach or walking in unexpectedly on them. Here was a guy putting his mouth on my boyfriends cock, his hard and willing cock." "It was real different on my side. I've never thought about sex with a guy, and here I was. And I knew that I was going to be tasting his cock next. That was when I decided it was going to be sooner than later. I flipped him on his side, and we did a 69 together." "You should have seen the two of them," Zophia said. "It's common in porn now, but then you could only see this at dirty book stores, in the back section. It was exciting because it was new to us, it was adventurous, wrong and whatever. They sucked each other until each of them came." "That was when I tasted the first and only cum in my life that was not mine. I've had cream pies and snow balls, thanks to you two ladies." I heard them both giggle, and each reach for another sip of wine. "We came and we swallowed. It was the next thing that was real different." Zophia was now getting closer and closer to my cock with her fingers when she said, "They were going to fuck each other and I was going to be eaten by the one that was being fucked." I looked at her, "Shouldn't you have said spoiler alert? You let out the surprise ending." Zophia play pouted while Kaja and I, and a second later, Zophia laughed. "Yea, I got it in the ass. I saw Zophia get it earlier, so I knew that I was going to live. But I think that he went a whole lot slower for her then for me." "Fred, I'm prettier that you." "But Zophia, he was ac/dc. I don't think he cared. We got him hard first, both Zophia and I shared his cock to get him going." Zophia piped in, "It was kind of fun to share a cock with somebody. We would take different sides, one of us would run our hands around his balls or into his ass. It was fun." "Zophia, I only wished either of you would have taken the time to relax me more. That was a monster, as far as my virgin ass thought." Zophia took another drink of wine, then finding it empty, giggled her glass for me to refill it. "Fred, I took you and him. He was only a little bit bigger." "But remember, you had experience. I was a virgin." "Oh no you were not. I pegged you a couple of times, I did you with a strap on. Not a complete virgin. I will say in your defense that the strap on was a bit smaller then you." At that, her hand started to caress my hard on, and Kaja was watching it all. She continued to squirm and her hand went to her lap. "While I had my head buried in the bed, Zophia pulled the lube out and slicked my ass, and his cock. I've always liked looking at a woman with her ass in the air, now I was knowing how vulnerable it really was. When he started to open me up with his fingers, Zophia moved in front of me. She gave me her pussy to eat. That actually helped, it took my mind off of the monster going into me. I could feel what was going on, but she got a ring side seat. She watched my ass get plowed." "I was watching my boyfriend get a cock up his ass, and get eaten by me at the same time. It was great. After Fred got used to it, he started to moan slightly, and my cunt picked it up." "That was when Zophia started to talk dirty, and did she ever talk. I've never thanked you for that. This would have been the forth time for him, and he could have taken a lot longer. I would have been a lot more sore. I can't remember what she said, but she got him to come within 5 minutes." "I was looking at my dear boyfriends face and I could tell he was trying to get into it. But it was not working. I really did not want to cause him any more discomfort, so I hurried it along. I loved you even then Fryderyk." and she leaned over and kissed me. "He would do nearly anything for me." "The last of the story was a bit anticlimactic. I got to fuck his ass while I got to watch Zophia get eaten out by him. She was smiling at me and playing with her tits for me to see. After she came twice, she started talking dirty again, and I blew my load in his ass." "I think that one of the best things that came out of that experience was something that you both have felt the effect of. I've been gentle with you both and didn't force things on you. I gave you both time when you wanted to get used to things, and let you say no whenever felt like it. I'm not into guys, but doing this something once was a good thing in my life." I paused. "I did say once, once. That part is firm. OK?" Then I heard two giggles. Kaja spoke up first, "Fred, that was an amazing experience you had. I've never known of a man, or a woman for that matter talk about anything that personal, that way, that sexual. Zophia, I was wrong, I can't be as wild as that, you win the title." "Wait a minute Kaja, you haven't heard about the other three way. Fred, tell her about the other part." I'm staring at Zophia in real confusion. "But Zophia, we didn't have the other three way. I was suppose to find a woman to join us, and I couldn't get it together, I really didn't have the nerve to ask another woman into our bed. And then we split, so it didn't happen. What are you talking about?" I looked around and realized something. Of course I was the last one in the crowd to know. The time was now, the place was here, that safety and trust were present, and the intimate conversation and liquor made it easier. The question begged to be asked, but by the look on both of their faces, it was already answered. Zophia nodded to me, then I stood up and knelt down in front of Kaja. I brushed her hair out of her eyes and asked, "Would you like to join us tonight?" Kaja looked at me, than Zophia, then said, "Well you took your damn sweet time didn't you." and the two of them busted out laughing. Laughing at my expense never felt so good. That was when I asked, "When did you two agree to this?" With faux innocent faces they said, in unison, in unison, "WHO? US?" And they came over to me and we all hugged each other. Zophia started by saying, "You really need to kiss that woman. It's; been so long for her that if you don't, she is going to explode on us." Then Kaja grabbed my head and pulled my mouth to hers for a kiss. It was a kiss that I remembered from before, still as beautiful and warm as it was the first time we kissed. Then she pulled my hand to her crotch. By this time, Zophia grabbed the bottles and then directed us to take out glasses and head to where it was going to be more comfortable, the bedroom. As I picked up my glass, I suddenly felt two sets of hands on my shoulders, then on my chest, then those hands started to go lower while two mouths were kissing my face. One set of hands went to my belt and the other cradled my face. I was starting to get undressed. I reached over to Kaja who was at my face, and with one hand started to unbutton her blouse so I could caress her tits through her bra. When I got the second button undone, Zophia said no. She said to head to bedroom. As we headed there, I saw Zophia playfully slap Kaja's left cheek. I tried to restart undressing Kaja, but was told gently to sit down on the bed and watch, just watch. I saw Zophia unbutton and pull Kaja's blouse off slowly for me to see. All the while lightly touching her bra covered breasts while getting a few moans of appreciation and a kiss from Kaja. I was getting the full show. Kaja then stood behind Zophia and slowly began to unbutton her blouse. While whispering into her ear, she opened her blouse for me to see. Then Kaja's hands squeezed the cups of Zophia's bra and asked me if I liked them. If I liked seeing my lover's tits being presented. Zophia's face showed her excitement, and lust. Kaja continued, "Do you like this woman handling these? Do you like me presenting your lover for our pleasure? Does your lover like it too?" It was my turn from these two women. I had role played with them and they loved it. Slowing, prolonging the play, the pleasure with them. They now get to role play with me, they are returning it to me. But it was more than role play. They got to play with each other, and they were not shy about it. Zophia then got on her knees in front of Kaja. She reached to Kaja's skirt and unbuttoned it. Then slowly she shimmied it down Kaja's beautiful ass, leaving the slip behind, all the while shepherding the fall of the skirt with her hands. Then she slipped off the sandals Kaja was wearing, massaging each foot and giving each a kiss. Kaja stepped out of the dress and kicked it to the side. Zophie used her mouth to grab the waist band of the slip at Kaja's front, and tug it down slowly. Then using her hands to turn Kaja, she did the same to the slip at her ass. A pair of black bikini panties were starting to fully show, matching the black lace bra. Did I ever say that I loved black lingerie? Zophia turned Kaja around again, but this time Kaja held Zophia's head to her pussy for a minute. Kaja smiled as she let Zophia breathe in her arousal. Then she was released and allowed Zophia to turn her around once more to finish taking the slip off. Then Kaja changed places with Zophia, and was on her knees looking up at Zophia's wonderful bra covered breasts. With Zophia looking at me in my eyes, we saw Kaja's hands pulled Zophia's skirt down. All the while Kaja was caressing Zophia's belly and her ass. She took off Zophia's sandals, one by one. Each foot was given a massage, but Kaja sucked on her toes for a minute. A shiver ran down Zophia's spine. This I was going to remember. Then Kaja started slowly tugging the slip down. The look of pleasure radiated from Zophia'a face. This was something she wanted to do for years, and now it got to happen. Kaja was still caressing her, still pulling the slip slowly down when her hands touched the outside of Zophia's panties in front. Zophia gave a little gasp. The panties were wet and Kaja was breathing in the scent of arousal of a woman. That was when Kaja took her finger to the wetness, and licked it for Zophia to see first, then me. There they were, standing there in front of me, wearing their black lingerie, kissing. Kissing and caressing each other. They were doing this for me, and for themselves. Then they both looked at me and smiled. Kaja nodded to Zophia, and stepped back a step. Zophia took a step forward and held out her hand to mine, and she pulled me between the two of them. They both kissed my cheeks, then Zophia kissed my lips while Kaja unbuttoned my shirt. Then Zophia broke or kiss, and turned my head to Kaja where she kissed me long and strong. When she broke that kiss, they both took off my shirt and undershirt. Leaning over, they both started licking my nipples, and opening my belt and pulling down my zipper. Feeling four hands on me, the hands of women I love and care for. Then they both put their hands in my briefs, meeting one set at my cock and the other on my ass. Rubbing, groping, caressing. At my front, one was stroking my cock while the other was caressing my balls. Their other hands were groping my ass and fingering my asshole. My mouth was traded between each on them, at their whim. I was lost in the feelings. Then they pulled my pants down to the floor and Kaja got on her knees, looking at and stroking my cock. She said her first words to me since we went to the bedroom. "What should I do next?" when Zophia pushed me and I fell on my back on the bed. The three of us laughed. Zophia set me up again. I love her so much. Zophia said, "I do hope you loved our little performance for you. You teased and played with us in your little three ways, we just had to do something to pay you back. Did you like?" Family Isn't Blood - Fred's Life Ch. 05 "This is payback for what you did for us. You indulged our fantasies and helped to get us horny again. And you teased us, did you ever tease us. Now get on your stomach. We're going to start by relieving that tightness that you carry around with you." Kaja had pulled out the lotion, and put some on her hands to warm it. She then passed the bottle to Zophia. They both started massaging me at my feet, one on each leg. They firmly attacked the tightness of my body several square inches at a time. I could feel my body slowly loosen up, I could feel the tenderness behind their firmness. These women knew me, they knew my body, they knew my soul. Slowly they moved up my legs to just below my ass. They were doing just enough to me to make me begin to squirm. They were getting closer and closer to my bottom when they giggled and jumped to the back of my neck. I was being played with, and they were doing such a fine job playing with me. They enjoyed it and I didn't mind making them happy. At my shoulders, they split me at first between my neck and my shoulders for a few minutes. While I was taking this all in, I began to hear them humming. It was a ballad that Zophia started to slowly sing, a traditional polish love song. Kaja sang the harmony. This was wonderful. They continued the massage, each moving to work a shoulder, arm and their half of my back, alternating caressing my spine. I was fully relaxing, enjoying all the attention when suddenly each of them grabbed a cheek and one of them slipped a finger along my asshole. They both laughed at breaking the spell they had me under. I love these women, sometimes. Then Kaja ordered me to flip over so they could continue. Now I got to look at them as they worked on me. They started that process all over again. But this time, one or the other would lean over to kiss me, or drape their bra covered tits over my face and giggle. When ever I tried to touch either of them, they would playfully slap at my hands, saying that there would be time for that later. They started working from my temples and moved slowly down to my waist, and kept up a banter between them. I was the subject of that banter. It was like I wasn't even there, like I was a piece of meat. They loved teasing me. They kept me excited, I was hearing all about who was going to feed their pussy to my mouth first, who was going to have me cum in their pussy first. Then they started asking each other if they should just tie me up, then they could take turns. A mischievousness was in their voices and their eyes. Being tied up was not part of the bargain, but I wouldn't put anything past these women. By this time, their massage was approaching my cock. They both unsuccessfully skimmed over it while jetting to my feet, giggling the whole while. They started with my toes and a foot massage and slowly moved up my legs. All the while, they were describing things that each of them had done with me in the past. It's one thing to have wonderful, exciting memories of love making shared with your partner, but to have it described to another partner can be a bit unnerving. I was naked in two different ways. They enjoyed the hell out my occasional discomfort. I also think that they were mentally taking notes. Which one was more adventurous? This piece of meat was never going to tell because even he did not know. Finally, they could no longer avoid the part of me left. They were looking at each other, then me, then nodding to each other they both leaned over. Each of then started to lick part of my cock. Sometimes one would be higher then the other, sometimes they would just be on different sides, both were avoiding my helmet. This really was payback for me teasing them both so, damn it. Finally I saw those two make eye contact, then kissed each other with my cock head between their lips. Their tongues and my cockhead were all in that delicious mix. I gasped at the moment it happened and they moaned slightly. After that they were both taking turns on my cock, with a bit of abandon. They were passing it back and forth, laughing and giggling and fondling by balls and massaging the outside of my asshole. That was when Kaja spoke up to Zophia, "You know, you were right, it is fun to share a cock. Never would have thought of it." That was when I spoke up, "by the way ladies, do I have anything to say in this matter? You have teased and titillated me for hours, and I want nothing more than to eat and fuck each of you, several times. You have" and I was cut off. Zophia had dropped her bra and stuck her tit in my mouth, holding my head in her hands, not letting me do anything but suck her tit. Not to be outdone, Kaja brought my right hand into her soaking wet panties. Mission accomplished, their mission accomplished. Zopha spoke up, "You rarely ask for anything Fred, we were wondering how long you were going to hold out before asking. Now be a good boy and lap up this tit for me, it's been dying for your mouth all evening. It's hard work to get and keep you excited with out us getting any relief, don't you think so Kaja?" All I heard was her cooing and saying, "Yes yes yes" while she was humping my hand. I tried to pull my hand out, but she wouldn't let me. "No way Fred, finish what you started, don't you dare stop" and she came over my hand, then slouched into my side, catching her breath. While I Kaja was humping me, Zophia pulled my other hand into her panties, and humped my hand for a full five seconds until she also came and slumped against me. This was going to be a great night. With Kaja laying against me, I unsnapped her bra strap and rolled the straps off her shoulders. She started to sit up and I took off her bra, releasing her breasts to my mouth. I eagerly suckled them. She was still sensitive from her just coming. She pushed my mouth away. Then I turned my attention to Zophia, grabbing her panties by each side of her hips. I pulled them down to her knees. She reached over and kissed me hard and long while she reached down and pulled them off the rest of the way. Being lost in the kiss, I felt some hands on my head, and those hands were pushing my head down to Zophia's pussy. I realized that those were Kaja'a hands, and those hands had spread Zophia's legs for me. I had no time to slowly nuzzle her cunt, two sets of hands were shoving my face into it. I lay there, eating her, feeling her body and her sex quiver in my mouth. Then I felt a hand between my legs. It was massaging between my balls and my asshole. Then a set of hands started to pull my waist up. Kaja whispered for me to get on my knees, but keep eating. There I was, head down in a cunt, ass up in the air, and not knowing what was going to happen next. The gentle thwack on my cheek caused me to jump, then I felt a mouth on my cock. Looking up, I saw Zophia smiling. "I saw this once before, but you like this time better. She is prettier you know. I like this much better too." After a few minutes of this, and getting an occasional slap on the cheek, I stared to work harder to get Zophia to come. She sighed, "Freydrick, this is wonderful watching you enjoy this so much. I like watching you eat me out while getting your cock sucked by a woman. Kaja, you do think that it is time to change?" and with that, those two switched places. I got to look at Kaja while I ate her out and my cock was sucked by Zophia. This went on for a few minutes when I told them that I had to withdraw. I did not want come so quick, we had all night. In a second, I was rolled on to my back and Kaja put her pussy on my mouth, reverse cowboy style. She held my head with her legs, not letting me go. Before I could protest, Zophia mounded my cock. I could not see a thing, but I heard them kissing and panting. It was more intensity than I could handle, I exploded into Zophia. They both heard my moans and felt my body spasm. Zophia stayed on me, but stopped pumping so I could recover. When I stopped breathing so hard, Zophia rolled off to the side, looking at Kaja. When I pulled out and rolled to the side, I saw Kaja staring, staring and motionless. There was a look of concern on her face, a questioning. She was staring at Zophia, but not her face. These two had been playing with each other for me and their pleasure of teasing me. But now something was different. There was nothing required or implied or forced in our three way, although I did speak of my own same-sex actions when I was asked. I didn't think that it was going to happen with these two, no matter how adventurous I had seen them be. It is one thing to play and pretend with your sexual fantasies. Actually standing on the edge of the bridge with the bungee cord around your feet, that is totally different. I remember that very clearly. Years ago my choice was to dive into it orally with that guy while a much younger Zophia looked on. Now, it was Kaja's turn to see her toes at the edge of the bridge. They both had been laughing and dancing on the railing. Kaja was now looking at that first step over the edge. But she was not alone. Zophia was also motionless. She too knew that this was going to be a first time for her, even though it was only on the receiving end. It was no longer talking about a mouth just being another mouth, a hand being just another hand. It was about who, and what gender that hand and that mouth was part of. It was no longer fantasy, it was no longer simple. Kaja appeared to make a decision, but the conflict clearly showed on her face. She moved slowly toward Zophia's feet, and waited. The legs in front of her were crossed at the knees, barring any access to what was behind them. She was wordlessly asking permission from Zophia with her body language, as hesitating and conflicted as her asking was. Zophia also looked conflicted. All the bravado, the teasing, the caressing of their breasts with their hands and mouths, all went to the wayside. That was a show that could be seen on beaches and pools. This was intimate and personal, intensely private and sexual. No matter how she had role played and fantasized, this was now real. She too was standing on the edge of the bridge with the bungee cord around her legs. If she opened her legs, she was jumping off that bridge. There was a look of real concern and uncertainty on her face as she stared intently at Kaja. She slowly looked up and saw my face. She smiled faintly at first, then more broadly. She spread her legs and held out her hand to Kaja, helping them both to overcome uncertainty. Kaja saw those legs spread, the welcoming face and a hand outstretched. At the end of our three way roll play, I remember her telling me that she had never really considered being intimate with a woman, and here she is. She moved her face to be closer to Zophia's pussy, just to look and to breath in her scent. No one made a sound until Kaja's hand reached out and touched Zophia's leg, when we all heard a gasp from Zophia and Kaja both. Some of my cum had trickled out of Zophia'a pussy and dribbled along her leg. Kaja'a fingers caught some of it and she held it in front of her. She was looking at it, deciding on what to do with it. Then she looked up at Zophia, smiled, and slowly offered her finger to her. After the initial shock, Zophia leaned over and opened her mouth for that finger. She licked it at first, then sucked it clean. She held and licked the rest of Kaja's fingers. The sensuous of that act was amazing. This was not hot and heavy sex. This was two women about to be tender and sexual with one another. This was the final permission that they both gave to one another, and their uncertainty with each other diminished. Kaja looked down and inhaled the scent that was surrounding her face. She said later that she had never intimately touched another woman before, this was her first. She parted those lips that were in front of her, and just looked. Intently studying another's woman's vulva for the first time, she slowly touched it lightly. A low moan came from above. She started to caress it slowly, feeling its silky folds and feeling its wetness. The wetness at our age said much. The gentle moaning emboldened Kaja. Her caressing slowly became more forceful and rapid, building up naturally. That was when Kaja brought her tongue to taste her, and Zophia jumped slightly. Zophia's hands began to pet Kaja's head. The gentle flicking from her tongue continued as Kaja began to fully taste a woman, this woman. Her actions were less and less hesitant and became more and more forceful. One of the big pleasures of eating a woman is feeling her reactions to what you are doing to her, and Kaja was right there. I don't know if it mattered, but Kaja's first experience with a woman was eating a cream pie. She knew how I tasted, and this was with Zophia's own taste. Did it make it easier, part of this experience was familiar? Taste is a big art of our lives. I'll never know. But by now, she had abandoned hesitation. Kaja threw herself into her first woman's pussy. She was tasting all she could, licking the hood, licking out all my cum and using it as a lube to enter Zophia's ass with her thumb. She was building a big climax for Zophia, and doing a fine job at that. During this time, Zophia had her hands resting on Kaja's head, but started to actively push it into her cunt. She was groaning and moaning, fully enjoying herself, giving herself to this woman lapping at her cunt. By this time, I was still not hard enough to enter Kaja, but I was approaching. I got behind her and tugged her hips up and spread her legs. Kaja readily obliged with Zophia smiling at me. We were going to have that woman between us. We were going to be able to watch her, and each other give and get pleasure from the common third. I reached between Kaja's legs and let my fingers slide over her hood. I heard her moan slightly and saw that moan reflect on Zophia's face. She felt it from her own cunt. Kaja started to rock back and forth on my hand. This is when I got an idea and left the bed for a minute. This was much to Kaja's initial displeasure, but Zophia saw what I got and she smiled. I pulled out a condom and the lube. I only use condoms for going in the back door. With Kaja's ass up for me to see and use, I was going to use it. Returning to Kaja, my hand once more slipped along her slit, and she resumed her full attention to Zophia. I had started taking her wetness to her asshole and gently massaged it, to her appreciative cooing. I put the condom on, and lubed the outside of it as well as my fingers. Touching her asshole, I slipped my first finger in and out slowly. That was when she knew what was gong to happen, and she started to work her mouth harder against Zophia. Kaja always liked me fucking her ass. I liked doing it to her. Now she did not have a fake cock in her mouth, she had a real cunt that she was eating and feeling the life in it from it from her tongue and lips. She did not have to pretend anything. I had gotten two fingers into her and continued to slowly pump them in and out, much to her pleasure. I brought my cock to her hole and she knew the routine. She slowly backed into it, at her pace, at her intensity. Zophia's cunt lost its tongue for a few minutes, but she enjoyed the show, watching a woman slowly impale herself on her lover's cock. Watching that woman's face strain and tighten, then relax, finally in the lust of the fucking. It was watching a porn movie that was actually on your own bed. Knowing that I was going to pound her ass long and hard made the wait worthwhile for Zophia. It was being a voyeur again, something else she had done so many years ago with her husband in Vegas. Kaja started to rock back and forth on my cock slowly while she got used to me filling her up. Finally she relaxed to the point where her mouth returned to Zophia's pussy, much to Zophia's delight. She had been fingering herself while she watched me prepare and enter Kaja'a ass. Now the intensity began to increase rapidly for us all and the breathing of those two women was getting more strained. When Zophia is getting close, she starts to vocalize and she started, "Keep sucking this pussy Kaja, keep going, oh don't stop now, I'm so close, keep fucking her ass, her beautiful ass, just don't stop AHHHHH" and she shuddered to her climax. When she started to talk, I reached over and put my fingers in Kaja's pussy and frigged her rapidly, knowing how close she was too. With Zophia coming and my fingers and cock pumping in her, Kaja let loose too, and collapsed with her face inches away from that pussy she just ate. I slowly pulled out of Kaja's ass, stripped off the condom and went to get us something to eat and drink. Those two lay there, panting and trying to catch their breath. I pulled out our drinks, refilling them first. By the time I sat down on the bed, there were four arms hugging me. I glanced at the time, and we had been making love for two hours. It felt like minutes. Kaja was the first to speak. Looking at me, "You did it again. We tease the hell out of you and you better us. Zophia, why can't we get ahead of this guy? If he is not reading my mind, he takes me to places I've never been before, never knew I wanted to be there. Do you know you got me to do things and I said I was not going to ever do? You took me farther." Then Zophia came in, "Same for me. What power does he have? I think that it's a lost cause for us." That was when she looked at Kaja, and blushed. "You were wonderful, and brave. Thank you for being brave with me." That was when Kaja blushed. "I never planned to do that with you, or with any woman. I don't know what changed in me, but you also opened your self." she reached over and hugged Zophia, holding her tightly, not letting go. Tenderness and trust. Then I saw Zophia slowly stroke Kaja's back, it was not a friendly stroke, it was a sensual one. Her hands began exploring Kaja, from the top of her neck, to the top of her ass. Her caressing began to be returned. That was when Zophia whispered into her ear that she has something she needs to do. She slowly pushed Kaja on her back, caressing her tits and occasionally sucking them. Kaja relaxed and received her softness. Zophia sat up and moved down to Kaja's feet, massaging them gently, taking her toes into her mouth, listening to Kaja laugh. There was a tenderness, and a sensuality in that action. She moved her mouth slowly up those legs, and stopped at that place she had never been before with any woman. For these 30 years, she always wondered what it would be like. Now she was in a safe place that she could find out. Zophia inhaled her scent and spread her lips with her fingers, stroking them slowly just inches away from her face. Kaja was not motionless and started to run her fingers through Zophia's hair. This went on for a few minutes. Then Zophia started to taste her, gingerly at first, but with increasing desire as she felt the reaction she got from Kaja. I knew that it was good for them when Kaja started to hump that mouth on her cunt. That was when Zophia reached up and caressed Kaja's right nipple. I wanted to be part of this tenderness. I started to first kiss Kaja's mouth, then to lick and suck her tits. She was feeling the mouth of a woman in her pussy. Enjoying an experience she once never knew she wanted. I was bringing my cock near Kaja's mouth when she shook her head no. "I think that Zophia would like to know what it is like to be fucked while eating out a cunt. Why don't you help her out?" and she lightly slapped my cheek and gave me a little push away. When Zophia heard that, she picked up her ass for me, and even wiggled it a bit. I love that woman. I pulled out another condom. When she felt the lube on her hole, she knew what she was going to be in for, and wiggled her ass in appreciation. There is something about watching your lover Family Isn't Blood - Fred's Life Ch. 05 I started with one finger, then went on to two. That caused Zophia to begin moaning, a moaning that Kaja was feeling and liked alot. I always liked pumping fingers into an ass and a pussy at the same time. These two both loved it too. After I got her loosened up to almost three fingers, I put my cock against her bottom, and told her to back into me. Kaja lost the mouth on her cunt, but was rewarded by seeing a woman take it up the ass in front of her, live. Even with out being touched, Kaja was fully enjoying the show in front of her. Zophia slowly kept pushing back, slowly rocking back and forth until my head popped in. Kaja saw her face relax, and that is when she presented her tit to Zophia's mouth for sucking. Zophia smiled, and started to suck, to the pleasure of the two of us, the three of us. Zopia kept rocking back and forth, stronger and stronger and started to pound her ass against me. That was when I held her ass still and started to pound her. Kaja pulled back and brought Zophia's face back between her legs, holding her head there with her hands. I was hearing groaning by them both. It was Kaja's turn to talk. Looking at my eyes she said, "Do you like watching your lover eat my cunt while you fuck her ass? She is a good cunt eater you know. Not as good as you, but she is good. Looks like she really loves a cock up her ass. You're a good ass fucker too." She started to really seize up and in a 10 seconds, Kaja came, she came loud. Zophia would not stop eating her, and had to be pushed away. I kept on fucking Zophia's ass, and she was moaning and getting lost in the feeling. I was so close to coming, but wanted to hold off. When I reached around and started to frig her cunt, she came, and collapsed under me. I pulled out, letting her rest. Looking at the two of them, they needed a break and I needed a drink and some food. I knew that they wanted this day to be for me, but I had to make it for them too. So far, there have been no complaints, but I wanted to continue to surprise them, at least once more. As I have been with both of them, I remembered some games that I had played with each of them individually, now I was going to combine it all together. I went to the kitchen to get a tray of some food to eat. Just some cheese, slices of sausage, fruits and some veggies with some cold beers and more wine. All the other things I was going to need were already in the bedroom, old silk ties. They both were going to get that treatment. I played light bondage games with both of them before, and I knew that they would love to live that again. I brought the food back to the bedroom. Zophia was talking to Kaja when I entered. I sat down and put the tray carefully on the bed. We all grabbed something to eat and drink. This was hard work, we worked up an appetite. We started to talk about some of the things that we did, what surprised me, what surprised them. Zophia spoke up, "Kaja, this was amazing, you were amazing. Fryderyk and I have played these games over the past year. Remember, Fryderyk and I had a real three way over 30 years ago. I remember having two men on me at once. It was good then, but with you, it was different. It was beyond all that I ever thought it could be. And I never planned that it would happen and was happy with the role playing." she paused, "I never thought it would ever happen." Kaja replied, "You have one talented man there. Look at what he did to us. I wasn't even considering doing half of what I did. Then he made me want to do more. We were playing with each other to get him hot. We tried to tease the heck out of him, and he got us to do what?" At that, both of them stood up and put their arms around me and held on. They just hugged me for a minute and kissed my face and neck. Zophia cleared the bed from what we were eating and Kaja had me lay down on my back. Kissing me she lay to my right side, then Zophia came to my left side. They both started to kiss me and move my arms over my head so they could be closer to me. Two women, so close to me. Then one of them giggled. They both pulled out old silk ties of mine, and bound each of my wrists to a different bedpost, stretching my arms above my head. I was surprised as heck and didn't put up a fight at all. They then repeated it on my legs. In half a minute, these two women had me bound to the bed. They were laughing and giggling the whole while. Zophia pulled my face to hers. "Fryderyk, no matter how hard we tried, you kept high jacking our plans for you. You were so good that we let you do it, but now, it is our plans, got it buddy?" Kaja added, "You are really are piece of work. Even when we tried to do this for you, you made it something special for us. Now we got you, you can't do anything to stop us." I started to protest, but the both of them put their fingers on my lips, "Start by enjoying the show. You'll be up on stage soon enough." With that Zophia tied a bandana over my mouth for show, and stroked my forehead while giving me a kiss. Kaja went into the nightstand for our toys. I've only added more to that stash since Zophia came to live with me. The both of them were picking some out and whispering to each other, and giggling too. Finally, they went to the end of the bed. Kaja started in a sultry voice, "Fryderyk, do you like to watch your lovers touch one another? Touch each other when you can't?" With that, Kaja stood behind Zophia, both of them facing me. Kaja's arms encircled Zophia and grabbed her breasts, kneeling them, presenting them to me to look at. She was getting a slight moan for her efforts. This is what I had done to both of them for our pretend third. "Do you like these, do you like your lover's tits being presented to you, by the other woman? What do you think this other woman wants to do with these tits?" she paused and they both looked in my eyes, "Tell me what you think this other woman will be doing with these tits?" "I think that you are going to kneed those tits in front of me. I think that you will suck those tits. You will do it to get her hot, and get me hot and bothered. But you want to suck those tits for you too." My cock was at full attention, and they would glance at it and while looking in my eyes, lick their lips. What teases they are, I trained them so well. Payback is a bitch, and we were all loving it. Kaja kept fondling Zophia's tits, getting some moaning from her for her efforts. Zophia was also rubbing her ass against Kaja, and getting a reaction from her too. Enjoying the experience with her eyes closed, Zophia said, "Keep rubbing these tits, you do a good job rubbing these tits. You like watching me get my tits rubbed by this woman, don't you Fryderyk? These nice woman hands rubbing your lover's tits. You and every man like to see two women together. You like watching don't you Fred?" With that, she turned around and took Kaja's face in her hands and planted Kaja's mouth on her right nipple and said. "Suck it woman, suck it for me, show him how well you can get me hot with your sucking. Oh yes, your mouth is so divine." and she moaned. Leading her by her tits, Kaja directed Zophia to the side of the bed, so I could get a better view. Kaja sat down on the side of the bed, those tits at mouth height. She caressed, licked and sucked those breasts, a foot away from my face. She would ask me what I thought, and then laughed at my answer. My answer was the look of lust on my face. They were getting to me. "Oh Zophia, somebody here besides you loves me sucking your tits. Did you ever think that your lover would be that kind of man? The kind of man that likes to see two women make love? Are you having more fun with a woman then he did when he had a man here?" That brought back memories and not all of that long ago day's memories were bad. I remember watching Zophia get very excited while that man licked and sucked me. Watching my cock in his mouth caused her hand to go to her pussy for relief. When she was down on her knees playing and sucking both of our cocks, she asked us to kiss. With her hand between her legs, she came for us while we did it for her. Sometimes a mouth is just a mouth. But in heat and for your lover, sometimes anything goes. Now, she was doing that for me. Showing me that anything can go. Zophia smiled at that one. "Who is having more fun? That's a hard one." She reached over and patted my cock when she said hard. She laughed at my wanting to hump her hand. "Oh yes, it is a hard one. I remember getting so excited by those two men licking and sucking one another, doing anything I asked them to do. I don't know who had more fun, was it them, or me." Then she brought her face to mine, "This time my Fryderyk? I still don't know who is having more fun." And she kissed my lips. Pulling away she looked at Kaja, "But having him tied up makes it so much easier to be in charge. We get to do what we want." With that Zophia bent her head down and kissed Kaja, and slid a hand in and out of that other woman's pussy for a second or two of three or four. Just long enough to get a reaction from Kaja, and me. How she could tease more than just me. "Kaja, how much hotter do you think we could get him? I mean, he's only come once today. How he held out, I'll never know, but he has to really be building up for a big blow out." At the word blow, they both laughed while I groaned. "Did I say blow. Oh, I'm sorry, I don't think he should end with a blow job. How do you think he should come? By hand? Between some tits? Oh I know, by his own hand between our tits." That way was low on my list. "What do you think?" Zophia reached over to me and caressed my cheek, while she put Kaja's hand in her pussy. "There is something that everyone else in this room has done, that I haven't." Now she got the attention of both of us. "It appears that everybody here but me has had at least one cream pie in their life. I've given Fryderyk several and you ate mine earlier. I've eaten you both, but not his cum in your pussy. Fryderyk has always been so good at trying things, I should do that too." Kaja smiled and closed her eyes as she stroked Zophia's pussy harder. "Kaja, would you like that?" She took Kaja's hand out of her own pussy and put her hand into Kaja's and began to stroke her slowly. She reached behind Kaja and by the look on Kaja's face I'm sure she slipped her hand over her asshole. "I'm sure that Fryderyk would gladly do his part, wouldn't you Fryderyk." She smiled at me. "And you know, we don't even have to untie him. What say girlfriend?" and ended with a kiss to her mouth. "Zophia, you drive a hard bargain. All I have to do is fuck your lover, and then let you clean me up. And Fred gets to watch, all the while he is tied and can't do a thing. I don't know what I like better, the fucking, the sucking or teasing that tied up man. Well, girlfriend, I guess I'll do all three. What do you think Fryderyk? Oh, you're tied up and can't stop us. I'm so sorry." Zophia stood up and took a drink of wine while Kaja began to lift her leg to straddle me. But she did not start at my cock, she started at my chest, and moved toward my head. Kaja leaned over and kissed me, and then giggled. She started to bring her pussy to my face, and planted her knees aside head. "Now be a good boy Fred, you need to get this pussy nice and warmed up." She planted her cunt in my face and stated to slowly hump my mouth. I ate her and licked her as well as I could until I heard a couple of low moans. That was when she pulled back, and shimmied back down to my cock. Reaching underneath, she grabbed my cock, and rubbed it along her slit several times. I was so intent on what she was doing until it was to late, I didn't see Zophia slip her legs over my head. She planted her pussy on my face. "I hope that you don't mind Fryderyk, that looked so good for Kaja, I just knew I needed some of that too." She slowly rocked her pussy along my mouth. That was when Kaja slipped my cock into her cunt, and started humping away. At first I heard their breathing as they were getting into it. Then, I heard some whispering, then some loud kissing. This kept escalating into their talking about what they were doing and wanted each other do to. Did they ever know how to tease me. Kaja was telling us how ready she was to have Zophia clean her out from my cum. "Fryderyk, I'm going to love to see the look on your face when your lover eats me out, cleans me up. Then if she wants to, she can have her way with me, and I can do what ever I want to her. All you get to do is watch." That was more than Zophia could handle, and she came over my face, at first mashing her cunt on my face, then rolling off to the side, panting. Now Kaja wanted me to cum, and cum quick. She started humping me faster and faster, she started telling me that I was their play thing. Zophia recovered enough and got to the toys. She pulled out a small ass plug that vibrated. She held it out for me to see while she put some lube on it. Kaja was smiling, thinking it was for me, but she didn't know she was wrong. After layering it with some lube, Zophia went behind Kaja and quickly slipped it in into her ass and turned it on. The immediate shock was replaced by pleasure. Pleasure she and I were feeling. Then Zophia started to lick and suck Kaja's tits, inches away from my face, and that was more than I could handle. I came and I came and I came. Kaja kept it up because she was close and started to come. I was in the sensitive after-come stage, and it almost killed me. She lay on my chest, catching her breath while the plug was removed. That was when Zophia pushed her over and looked at me. Maybe I should share this creampie with Fred too, that way we all would have had one today. What do you think Kaja? Do you think that he'd like it too?" Now that was going to be a game changer. But was this for real, or just to keep the uncertainty up? "Zophia, why don't you start, and we can see how Fred feels about it later. She slid to the side of the bed and spead her legs, smiling at what was going to happen. Zophia lay between those legs and looked at me. "Are you going to enjoy this Fred? Are you goin' to enjoy your lover eat your cum out of a woman?" I realized that this was a real question, not play acting, not sex talk. "Zophia, I've seen so much today, I've seen you and Kaja do things that I never thought you'd ever do. That I will always have in memory. You both have worked so hard, to the point of having to tie me up, in order to get your way. Do what you really want to do and don't worry about me. What ever you do, you know I'll like. If you want to eat that cream pie, I will watch you and enjoy it. I'm sure I will replay it for you in the future when we play together. We can always pretend too. What do you want to do? What do either of you want to do?" She smiled at me and caressed my face. "What did I do to deserve a man like you? Fryderyk, I saw you do everything with that guy, even when you were not liking it. Here I give you the control to have me do this, or not, and you think of me." "But I have a final request of you now." She looked at Kaja, and her cum leaking cunt, and then back at me. She beings to untie my arms and legs, giving me a minute to stretch. Then she gave me the silk ties and said, "I want you to make me eat her out. I want to be pushed into her, I want to resist." Both Kaja and I were a bit shocked, but it was a game that we all had played, on both sides. I nodded to Kaja and she smiled back. We both were going to have some fun. I stood up and grabbed Zophia from behind, lashing her arms together. "Look who I found spying on our fucking Kaja. Do you know her? "Oh yes, she's the little wench that keeps looking in windows. What do you want to do with her, or should I say, do to her? I bet her cunt's wet." I reached between her legs, "Kaja, she's dripping wet. She liked what she saw. I wonder if she liked you more than me? Look at how she is eyeing you. I think that it's you more than me. How should we punish her for looking in our windows?" "I'd say that you should fuck her ass good and hard, but I just had you and you're gonna be soft for a while. How do you feel about using the whip on her, I think she'd think twice about poking her eyes where they don't belong around here anymore." "Hey, wait a minute, you're still full of my cum. I'd love to see her clean you out, clean out your pussy with her mouth? That was when Zophia spoke up. "No, please don't make me do that. I'll do anything, please don't make me put my face there, don't make me lick her, please no" At that point, I cut her off. "Kaja, I think that I'm gonna enjoy this one being a little pussy licker." Than in a rough demanding voice, "Get on your knees, now." and I pushed her shoulder down, being careful for her to not get hurt in any way. Kaja then spoke harshly, "My little pussy licker. I like the sound of that. I just got a big load, now lick it all up. If you don't do a good job, there are a couple of asses for you to eat out too. START." Zophia actually looked a little bit scared. We had a safe work that we used, and needed to remind her of it, so I whispered the word, Iceland into her ear, she nodded. Zophia was now on her knees, and Kaja had spread her legs in front of her. "WHAT ARE YOU WAINTING FOR. You liked looking at us fuck, now you get to eat it all up. Start eating." Zophis shook her head no, "Please, I'll never look again, please let me go, don't make me do this." I grabbed the hair at the back of her head and slowly pushed her face closer and closer to Kaja's pussy. "Like to look but don't want to eat? Start eating now or you are going to be cleaning out two asses." Then I slowly pushed her face into that waiting cunt. Zophia kept pulling her head back, and I kept pushing it forward. "Eat that cunt you little cunt licker," as I held her head to Kaja's pussy. Zophia slowly let out her tongue, and when she connected, Kaja jumped, "She starting to eat me now, looks like you won't have to whip her with that belt. Yea baby, keep licking this pussy, keep eating his cum from me." At this point Zophia was seriously eating Kaja out, I could hear her sucking on her clit. "Kaja, she sounds like she is cleaning you out. Is she doing a good job?" Oh yes baby, this little cunt licker is doing great. She is doing me real good. I do think that she is going to make me cum if she keeps me up." When we had finished, Zophia got us all robes. We relaxed in the living room, sipping wine. Sometimes we would talk, other times we were quiet, all in our own thoughts. It was past midnight when we realized that it was time to go to bed. Which bed and with who? This could get awkward very quickly, but Kaja spoke up first. "You guys look as tired as I feel, which spare bedroom is mine?" Zophia started to protest when she was cut short. "This is your house, this is your lives, you two are lovers. I am a guest. Never in a million years would I ever want to put any pressure on your bonds. Besides, I'm a little plumper than you two stringbeans." Zophia laughed because it was not true for either of us. "There is not enough room on that bed for the three of us. So don't argue with me, just put out some towels and wake me in the morning. Good night all." At that, she gave me and Zophia a hug and the two of them went to the spare bedroom where Zophia showed her the spare towels. Morning came sooner than we all would have like it to be. Zophia and I were able to get into work a little bit later, by 9 am, and Kaja only needed to be dropped off by her son's 'new' place. Somehow Zophia got up 15 minutes sooner that I did, and only 2 minutes before Kaja. They must have split the tasks and we all were soon sitting at the table drinking coffee and eating a warm breakfast. Family Isn't Blood - Fred's Life Ch. 05 After a little bit of small talk, Zophia was the first to bring up last night. "I'm only speaking for myself right now, but I do want to hear what you both thought about yesterday." She cleared her throat, "I loved it. It was great, it was wonderful, I am glad it happened. It was an experience like no other that I had. It was the other side of the one I had with Fryderyk 30 years ago. Never in the world did I think it would ever happen to me, with the man that I love," she looked at me, "and another friend that I am so comfortable with." She looked at Kaja. "This had been so warm and trusting. I feel so safe with you two." That is when she reached over and took Kaja's hand in hers and said, "I never want to do this again." In a split second we all busted up laughing. "Fryderyk, now I understand what you went through, and how you felt about your experience with us and that man. Don't get me wrong, having two men that I trust on me would be great. Like I heard Fryderyk talk about it before, it's great for your partner, but having a woman sexually is not what I am attracted to." I was looking at Kaja while she Zophia spoke, and saw her nodding in agreement, not a polite nodding, but a real agreement. Kaja spoke up, "I feel the same way. I haven't been getting younger and since I lost my husband, I wanted to try new things. It was beautiful with you two last night. I felt secure, I trusted you both, fully trusted you both. I have to thank you for the experience of both of you." Then she looked at Zophia, "If you are ever in Florida, call me up. I would love to see the both of you again. When I first started talking with you, you told me something that made sense after I thought about it a while. You said you found out that no one is allowed to resign from this family. That is so true." Then there was a little bit of mischievousness in her smile when she looked at Zophia, then glanced at me, "But if you want to just share him, without us sharing each other, I'll think about it. It may take me for a second or two before I say yes. That part I did like. What about you Zophia?" At that I broke in, "What am I, chopped liver? Don't I have a say in this?" Then Zophia said, "Don't worry Fryderyk, we always save the best for last." Smiling at me she continued, "Giving Fryderyk another woman that we both trust? I don't know about that part, sharing you with another woman. I don't know." Looking at her face and hearing her tone, she was starting to tease me, and she squeezed my hand warmly. "It was fun to double team him. He still got his way, and we had to restrain him to bring him to our wills." At that the two of them laughed out loud while Zophia tenderly held my hand. "If we were both up for it, I could see it possibly happening again. Fryderyk, you, the big hunk of meat that we've been talking about," and the two of them chuckled, "What do you think?" With my best effort at an over the top theatrical hurt pride, "No body cares about me, they just love my body as a plaything." I immediately got the laugh that I wanted. "But seriously, I don't think that we all are in any serious disagreement. As I've said before, we all have to agree on things, and if the situation comes up again, then we'd have to agree about it then. This is about my trust with my love here, "glancing at Zophia, "and our friend there." glancing at Kaja. "Last night was beautiful for many reasons. Over 30 years ago, it was good for me too, it made me a better lover. I also found out, just like you two, that there are some fantasies that work out great, and others that we pass on by. As we can talk, life is great for us all right now. I thank you both." Then I reached out and hugged them both. It quickly became time to leave. Zophia showered and left first. Kaja and I were slightly behind her. This chapter in our life ended. Now on to the next one. Family Isn't Blood - Fred's Life Ch. 06 Since Zophia and I were living together again, we were to keep our own checking accounts, and we would have a common one for house bills. Somehow, she she forgot about her own account, and put her direct deposit into the common one. I gave up and closed my old account. It was my self appointed task to pay the bills. Zophia could also have easily done that too, but I wrestled it away from her grasp. Of the two of us, I'm the cheaper pollock. My parents came through the depression on the low side, so it was genetically drilled into me. I've never had excess cash and have always lived below my means. Paying the bills is not a control issue, it is a monitoring issue. Find out the little changes before they become big problems. I was paying the phone bill. We get the house phone, internet, no cable, and our cell phones bundled. I was forced to get internet because Zophia required it for work. I would not budge over cable. We don't watch that much TV, and the free channels, with 6 different English PBS stations and a local Polish channel are good enough. I was paying the phone bill and noticed that it was over $10 higher than normal. A week ago on the last day of the billing, there is a 40 minute call to Florida. It was on a night I was at Cathy's, a call to Rita. I only recognized it because I saw Cathy's cell phone one day when Rita called. This was odd and I was not going to say anything right away. I have not heard anything out of Cathy that would say trouble. All I overheard was that she was not feeling ok, but thought it was the flu. I decided to not do anything. What ever was going to happen, I would find out about it sooner or later. Two days later, Zophia gave me a glass of wine and asked me to sit down, we have to talk. Ask any guy, the 'we have to talk' line is never very good. So I decided to start off first. "Is this when you are going to tell me that you've spoken to Rita?" There was look of shock on her face, "But yes, how did you know? Have you spoken with Cathy?" "Zophia remember, I pay the bills and we use our cells for long distance calls. I know that she has called here a few times. I don't answer and she never leaves a message. I never gave her my new cell number after the divorce, and I guess that Cathy hasn't either. But 40 minutes is a long time to just say hello. What gives?" "Fryderyk, are you going to be ok with this?" I nodded and she continued. "I saw that number a couple of time the week before, and after I would answer it, the caller always hung up. I was getting a bit peeved, thinking it was that idiot robocaller for lowering my interest rate. You know, if someone answers, the machine knows it's a live number, and you're put in the queue. Since Snowden, we know everybody can find out what ever you do electronically. Couldn't they just string up those guys that laugh at the do-no-call list. Sorry, I got two of those calls today at work and it ticked me off." "Well anyway, I looked on-line and that number was not tagged for those jerks. So the next time I answered, and was hung up, I autodialed back. That's why it was on the bill." "Not knowing who it was, I was not belligerent. I just asked why they were calling and hanging up. Who did they want to speak to? I heard a frail, hesitating voice asking to speak with you. She said that she was Cathy's mother and wanted to speak with you about Cathy. She didn't want to cause any problems and was sorry about disturbing me. She was going to hang up, but I kept her on the line. I realized that she had a story to tell, an important one." "Fryderyk, are you still ok with this? I know you walked away from her several years ago, but I still see the wounds in you. I know that this might be very hard for you, but it's about your daughter too. Can you stay with me on this, can you trust me on this one? Please?" The one thing in my life that has been constant, is that I trust the people that I love. Maybe it was not always a well placed trust, but it's how I go through life. I've trusted Zophia since we moved in together the first time, and now, the second time. This was going to be painful, I felt it in my bones. But she mentioned Cathy, and now, I knew it was not about me, it was now about us. I nodded yes again, and leaned forward to hear. "Rita's cancer has returned. As you know, she has been cancer free since her surgery 8 years ago, but it came back. She's not hopeful this time. Cathy knows that her mother has not been feeling well, they still do the Google video with the grandchildren each week. But no one up here, except us, knows the extent." I remember what we went through when she found a lump so long ago. The stress to her, Cathy and I was almost overwhelming. I lost my job during that time, and I kept everyone going by raiding my 401K and selling the house to Larry. We got through it. I kept emotionally supporting those two while I got some support from Larry and Angelka. In the end, she got better and kept it going with Paul. That can't ever be erased. I never looked for an apology from her, never got one either. Now she was on to her next meal ticket and who ever else she could bed with. Still, probably different people, but no longer my problem. Funny thing about divorces with children, you never really totally break away from each other. The children and the grandchildren give cause for interactions. I was lucky, Rita left town. She didn't show up for the grandchildren's birthdays or Christmas get togethers. She would come back to town once a year in the summer, stay with Cathy for a week and then go back to Florida. I was scarce that week, and Rita would end up seeing some of the family. They kept their contacts going with her. Not as warm as before, but not cold or excluding. Life went on. Zophia knew me well enough that she could guess what I was thinking about. We had spoken about Rita several times before, usually while she was massaging the stress out of my shoulders. Probably the only way I could talk about it, being touched and relaxed by somebody that I loved and honestly loved me back. Zophia is the outsider in this issue. I knew that she could see clearly, more clearly than I could, and I trusted her lead. I looked at her and asked, "Do you know what she wants from me?" "Fryderyk, first off, she wants to talk with you about Cathy. She said that if that is all she gets, she will be happy. Will you at least do that?" "Zophia, I'm getting the feeling from you that it's going to be me telling her that her mother has cancer again. Am I right? Zophia nodded then added, "I heard that, but that was underneath all she said. But I also heard more things, things that were not said directly. I think that she is feeling that she is not going to make it. She did not say this directly, but I think that she wants to talk with you about your marriage, and what she did." That part was a bit of a shock to me. In effect, Rita rarely demonstrated that she cared about what I thought or felt, and now possibly approaching her demise, it's important? I was shaking my head no when I looked at Zophia. She held my hand and waited. I didn't go off in a tirade, but I could have. I could have put it all behind me for Cathy's sake, but I didn't. I needed to come to terms with it myself. This was a long 5 minutes, but I never let go of that hand, it kept me grounded. "Before the birth of little freddie, I told Cathy that she needed to write thank you notes to all the people that gave her baby shower gifts, both sides. I told her she needed to step up to the plate. Not only did she write the notes, but she asked each one, in her own hand, to forgive her. When I found out about it, I knew that I wouldn't have had the courage to do that." I stroked Zophia's hand, "Do you know when the best time to call Rita may be?" The next day at her local time of 7 PM I called from my cell. A familiar voice answered. She was sounding like she was going to be confronting some phone sales jerk. All I said was hello, and I received silence in reply. It took a bit of time until I heard something. "Fred, I didn't think you'd call. Sorry, but I'm a bit" and she paused for the word, but the word never came out. I said, "How are you doing Rita?" and she just started to cry. She never really broke down very often in our marriage. Instead, she would always get angry at who ever, what ever and stomp off. We all had ways to protect ourselves. I kept my anger in my shoulders. It's getting a bit better for me now, but I still do that. I waited for her and asked over her crying if it would be better if I would call back in an hour or so. When I assured her I would, we hung up. Zophia was with me during this time and gave me a hug, and wiped a tear from my eye. Doing the right thing is not always painful, just most of the time. When I called back, she was more prepared. She was not her usual belligerent and angry self, but subdued. I asked her why she called, and she said it was going to be about Cathy. That is when I told her to take her time and please tell me about it. I was here to listen to her. Somehow, I don't think that she expected something as open ended, non-aggressive or non-defensive from me. All during this call, she heard my interest and lack of judgment, as much as I could honestly give. The years apart did help me to move on, but with the support sitting at my side, I was also able to put things away that I had been carrying around with me. She told me about the cancer reoccurring, that the tumor size was estimated now to be at 3 cm. She knew that 3 cm is not always fatal, but could easily be. The big question was if it metastasized. That was when she began to open up. "Fred I'm scared. Scared like I was before, only worse, so much worse than before. Being scared for me alone is one thing. That I can handle. I caused so much trouble in your life, but now you have your own much better life. Both Cathy and Zophia have said that you are doing so much better than when we were together." I was going to say something, but realized that I needed to stay quiet now. "But Cathy and the two little ones, and Mike, even Mike I've gotten to know on a new level. You have done wonders with our daughter, you did right by her. You repaired the damage I did to her. She is no longer twisted by my craziness. Fred, she has been helping me to repair my damaged life." Zophia was looking at me, wide eyed. I was in shock and she saw it on my face. She could not hear what Rita said, but knew that things were never going to be the same after this phone call. Better or worse, she didn't know, but it would never the same. "So now I have a good relationship with my daughter and son. My grandchildren see me weekly on the computer. I have not been able to talk to Cathy about this. I'm sure she would listen and be supportive of me, but I cannot bring my self to tell her without loosing it." "Rita, don't you have others around you for that support? I will do what I can, but what about you? What about your local support." Then I heard a bit of resigned chuckling. "Fred, this is Florida, where people go to live the rest of their lives, and die. They die quick and they die slow and they die unexpected, but they die all the time. The retiree that I came down here for lasted over 18 months when a quick heart attack took him. If you have to go that is a great way to go, rare, but quick." "The competition for unattached men here is fierce. The other thing is that his death took something out of me. He provided me with the security that I needed. I didn't make the same mistake with him that I did to you. One of the things that Cathy did for me was to buy that style of alarm clock that I was videoed with. On the one visit here that she had with me, she set it up in our bedroom. I got to see it every day." "I know that it was not just a clock, it was a reminder of what I had done wrong. As I said, our daughter helped me. All I have down here are other widows and divorcees that help one another. I haven't got the nerve to share my shame with them. I'm so sorry I screwed up our lives and the life of our daughter. Thank you for helping to correct what I had done to you both." With that said, she started to cry again. Cry is not the correct term, wailed is closer to it. I sat back and listened. Never expected an admission of anything from her, just expected more denial, giving grief, rage and anger. Now I'm hearing her caring about someone else, an apology, showing her own weakness, acknowledgement of her damaging actions, and finally, growth. It was over 5 minutes until she regained composure enough to talk again. I did not try to smooth anything over for her, but I did let her know that I was still there, listening. Then I asked what she would like me to do. She hesitated. In fact, she started and stopped several times before she was able to put her thoughts into words. "I want to come back north for treatment. I need people around me, I know that physically I can't do this alone. I would love to be in Cathy's apartment with her. I'm sure she would agree. But I think that would be to much to ask of anyone." "Could you find a small place nearby her that I could stay at that would be very affordable? I don't have the cash to support much. It does not have to be nice, just a place to stay. I'll scrape together what ever for furniture. I'm sure Mike could hit garage sales for me to furnish it." Then she paused, "One last thing, could I talk with you again? I don't want to get into your life. You've moved on, I've tried to respect that for these years. But I would like to speak with you." "Rita, I'll get to work on your first request. I know a couple of people that may be able to help. How open are you to have a roommate? That would make things less expensive all around." I heard a yes, and then I continued, "When are you going to talk with Cathy about your condition and your plans?" This time her voice was bit stronger. "I'd like to talk with her on Saturday, when we Google video." "Rita, would you like me to be there with her," I paused, "and you?" "Yes, Fred, thank you. Please thank Zophia for listening to me too." We talked for a few minutes and said our good byes and hung up. Zophia looked at me. "Fred, what happened?" I started chuckling, "You mean that besides that my ex-wife is returning to Chicago for cancer treatment, that I'm going to find her a place to live near Cathy's place because she knows she shouldn't impose on her daughter, that she is scared shitless, and I hope both you and I will be at Cathy's on Saturday to support both Cathy and Rita when the illness and relocation news comes out, that Rita has actually and truthfully acknowledged the shit of a person she has been, and finally, that my daughter has been successfully helping my ex-wife to become a better person. You mean, besides all that? Other than that, not much. What are we going to have for dinner tomorrow?" That was when she hit me, then hugged me tightly. "Fryderyk, when we were sitting here after your birthday party, I heard your story of everything from Mike's discovery to the newest grandchild. I told you that you had just told me who you were, by your actions. You are an amazing man Fryderyk. I can see why your daughter and everyone else is so proud of you. I know how hard this was, but I heard what she had to say, and I know who you are. I knew you would stand up straight. You were never a mean and nasty person. I didn't say you have forgiven her, but as I learned from everyone here since I came back. No one is allowed to resign from this family." The next day, I made a couple of phone calls, including Maria and Marek. Rita was probably going to need some social and medical services and I wanted to be aware of what I should expect before it was needed. On Saturday, Zophia and I just happened to arrive just after the Google video session started. From the time we entered the apartment, it took about 5 seconds for Cathy to figure out that something bad happened. It was confirmed when Rita greeted Zophia and I after we said hello to the grandchildren. Her parents speaking to one another, her greeting Zophia by name. They have never met or even seen pictures of each other, something was up. Cathy took the news as well as could be expected. She had been through this before. I relayed what I had done so far, and what the next steps were. Cathy protested without consulting Mike, she wanted her mother with her. I saw his discomfort, but it was my turn to talk. "Cathy, this is the way your mother wants it. Remember, she saw me take care of my parents when they were declining. It would put tremendous pressure on your marriage if she were living here. Being close by is good enough. If I can find her a room mate, then we will know that she would not be totally alone, like she is in Florida. I'm sure we all will reevaluate things as time goes on. Can you be OK with this for now? We have doctors to line up, can you call your medical friends and see who you can come up with in oncology?" I knew that she had the medical contacts. Her mother and I gave her something to do, something perhaps most valuable to do. Something very real, that she could feel that she was taking care of her mother. She agreed. After the signoff, Mike took the grandchildren in to another room, but sat off to the side to be part of the conversation. Cathy looked at me, "What happened? You have not spoken to her in years, and today, both of you," she was looking at Zophia, "are like old friends. What happened?" Zophia spoke up, "Cathy, you do know that no one is allowed to resign from this family, don't you? They can take a leave of absence, like me for 30 years, but no one is allowed to resign. If you show up, you're back in." "She called your father a couple of times, but he would see the number and not answer. She never left a message. When I started to get the calls and the hang ups, I called her back. So I restarted this whole bit. It took me a bit, but I heard enough of her story. I knew your father's feelings, but I also know who your father is." "The funny thing Cathy, your father brought up your courage when you stepped up to the plate after your shower. You tried to set things right. You did something that he thought he never felt he would have had the courage to do. That is one of the things that propelled him on this week, you." "Your father also said that Rita told him you were helping her to be a better person. You made the difference. She acknowledged much of what she did, and that made the difference for your father. He could have done a couple of small things to help you, and begged off after that. I can see now he is in for the long haul." "You are your father's daughter, your grandfather's granddaughter too. You just paid it forward without expecting anything in return, just like him. That's the boat we're all in now, are you OK with that?" That's when Cathy started to tear up. Cathy looked at Zophia, Mike and me, "Like I have a choice to be OK with all of this? Thank you." She smiled and reached out for a hug. This was going to be a wild ride, our world changed. Never underestimate my daughter, or her stubbornness. In two days, she canvassed her medical friends, researched the top five recommendations, got an appointment for Thursday at one of them, got her mother's medical records transferred electronically and by fed-ex, bought her mother a one-way ticket for Wednesday morning, and put both kids into the same bedroom, and set up a twin bed for Rita. By the way, Mike was fully supporting her on this. Cathy got her mother on the fast track. For the next two weeks no medical personnel, doctor, nurse, technician or receptionist was allowed to put off, delay, wait or slow down the process in any way. She was insistent and direct. Cathy has the European directness, no venom and no tact, unless someone was not doing their job. Then they would be confronted with an escalation of directness. She had no problem going up a single level. If the answer was not satisfactory, she immediately requested their supervisor info, and would call. I'm glad she has never taken me to task. Family Isn't Blood - Fred's Life Ch. 06 Rita was in the operating room at the end of those two weeks, and the results were good. The cancer did not go to the lymph nodes yet, and the actual tumor was smaller, her body already began to encapsulate it with tissue on its own. The choice was follow up radiation and a round of chemo, due to her history. She was going to have to remain up north for the next three months. She became part of the fabric of the family again, a different role, but part of the family again. During this time, Stephan came down with a bacterial infection and a day later, Cathy was hit by the flu. Being under chemo, Rita should not be there in her weakened state, it would be dangerous. When Cathy told us, Zophia looked at me, and I nodded yes. Rita stayed over two weeks with us. I always hated what that woman did to me, and Cathy. Now it is years later. Things have changed. I have wonderful life with the woman I love. My daughter is her own person that I am proud of. I never could be revengeful, I hate to carry a grudge, I hate to hate. I was noticing that Rita was acting the same way to Zophia, that Sophia does to Carol, her ex-husband's wife. Respectful, open, allowing Zophia to take the lead on things, asking Zophia about things first before speaking to me about anything of importance. That was when it hit me, the reasons Zophia was allowing Rita back into my life. For one, she saw my unresolved issues of the death of the marriage. Those issues were never going to go away without some discussion with the source, only if the source was not the same as before. This is what I saw right away. But the second part, that was new to me. Zophia was the outsider to her ex-husband and his wife. She knows what it feels like have once been part of a marriage, and now no longer. The first night that Rita stayed with us, it was a bit uncomfortable for her, and me. We had been together at the hospital and at Cathy's, but never really alone. Zophia had not yet returned home from seeing John. Rita went and stayed in the spare bedroom, until I called her out for dinner. We ate in silence, not animosity, just silence. I think that each of us were thinking about unsaid things. I knew that her chemo was draining for her, and let her have all the comforts that she wanted. I even went to the local deli and got her some zupa ogorkowa (mushroom soup) and flaki (tripe) that I remember that she liked. She was not the same woman I knew from before. This is the second time I've seen her body racked by cancer. Only the emotional distance made it easier. She excused herself from the table, exhausted, and went to bed. I did not see her again until I came home from work the next day. I brought some makowiec (poppy seed pastry) for desert. The pattern of her eating and retiring repeated it self until the weekend. As all three of us were home on Saturday, Zophia made it a point to cook some pierogi (dumplings) and golabki (cabbage roll), more flavorable than my cooking. She insisted that Rita stay with us during the day and not stay in her room. She was refusing until I asked her, "Rita, how can we play three handed pinochle with two people?" That sparked her interest and she appeared to lighten up. We used to play three and four handed pinochle all the time, for hours on end with friends and family. It was never from money, just for fake gloating when winning. We decided to start a game after lunch, and let Rita call it if she was not feeling well enough to continue. We had to stop by 5:30 so we could get something for dinner. This was a good time, it was social, it opened up the communication and decreased the awkwardness. I can't say that we all became fast and furious friends, but we were closer together. After dinner, Rita begged off, saying that she was exhausted, but thanked us profusely for the card game. We repeated it on Sunday after mass. During the next week, I was able to coax Rita to stay out of her room a little longer each night. We did not do that much talking, but the comfort level was getting higher, for her and me. By Wednesday, she stayed up long enough to see Zophia come home after seeing John. We all talked for an hour until I suggested to Rita that she crash. She was at her limit for the day. Then I promised her that I would move dinner back to 7:30 so we could all eat together. The next dinner with all of us was good. Her chemo was on Monday, the next due on Friday. She was able to partially recover during these days. We retired to the living room with warm mugs of tea and just chatted. Zophia did her best to make Rita to feel at home, at a place that once was her home. But that was a lifetime ago. Friday came and Rita asked for dinner early, and crashed. That was the same for Saturday morning, but we were able to coax her out for a couple of pinochle hands before she retired. Sunday morning she stayed in, but was able to visit a bit after lunch. That was when Zophia went to visit John, leaving Rita and I alone. I fully expected Rita to remove herself, but this time she didn't. I may have not been around her for the past five years, but you never forget your partner's body language, and what it means. She was not the only one that wanted to talk about things. "Fred, we never really talked, have we? I mean about" and she paused. That pause extended into a minute or more. "Rita, all that happened? Ya, we never really did. I avoided you, and you avoided me. We got real good about that. Got easier when you moved out of town. The only reason that you are here right now is because of Cathy and Zophia. I have to thank them for that, again." "Fred, thank them? I can't thank them enough. I would have been able to go through this in Florida, but barely. And now that they are sick, it could prove deadly for me. But you ok'ed me staying here too. After the years of me treating you poorly. Why?" "Rita, You're the mother of our daughter. Yes, our daughter, and a grandmother for those two little ones. That will never change. You will always be Cathy's mother, and I have to respect that." "But you could respect me without me being invited here, by babysitting to free Cathy up, by not being with me at the hospital, by not taking me home to her place, by not allowing me to stay here." "Rita, maybe I also needed to talk with you about what happened. I do have a couple of questions. There are a couple of things I'd like to know, if you feel you want to answer. There may be things off limits, I'll respect that." Then I waited a second when I saw her nod yes to me. "Why didn't you marry Paul after the divorce?" "Short answer, I didn't love him, I never loved him. He was my toy, my fun. He loved me from the start, and it was him that started this whole affair, not me. I just kept it going." "He wanted me to divorce you for years. I wouldn't. I loved you in the way I could, not the way I should have, not the way you wanted me to. He was one of the reasons that I left for Florida, to get away from him. Sex was no longer fun when it was licit. Funny thing now, I'm going to be on estrogen blockers. My drive is going to be reduced." "Fred, I've been full of myself most of my life. There was nothing you could have done to stop me, except to divorce me. Only doing it publically, and putting me out on my own did I even consider change." "What you did for our daughter, now that is going to cause you to go to heaven." I chuckled. "No, I really mean it. You helped her from being the twisted bitch I made her, into the upright wife and mother, and very stubborn daughter" at this we both laughed, "that she is today. Of all the things in life that has happened, your saving her redeemed me." "So in that way, you did get to change this lying bitch into someone better. It just could not happen while we were married. It was our daughter that did the heavy work. Her living 900 miles away helped too." "Rita, you've answered a whole lot of questions for me, and a couple I wasn't going to ask. Do you have anything for me?" "Fred, I know I was a bitch and a cheating whore, but was all our marriage a waste? Was there anything good, besides our daughter, good for you, and me?" "We had some good times at the beginning, but now knowing your sex on the side, I can't uncloud my mind from that. You became more and more difficult to be with, so I had to live in my head, away from you. If I thought about it, I probably could find things that were good, but right now, it remains painful." She looked at me and with real tears in her eyes she said, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Fred. I took advantage of a decent man. I should have just died from cancer last time and you both would have been free of me. That is one of the reasons that I've tried to stay away from you. I'd rather not bring those past memories back to the present for you and Cathy." Before I could respond, Zophia was at the door. We both were drying our eyes when she entered. She saw us and immediately said she forgot something at the store, and would be back in a couple hours and disappeared before either of us got a word out. Shocked, we looked at each other. Then we laughed, long and hard we laughed. We took those hours and got things out. Some good, some neutral, much bad. Bad feelings, bad situations, bad outcomes, and bad memories. We got to process with each other and could begin to heal. She was not a complete jerk, and I was not a complete good guy. I always knew that of both of us, but sometimes it never came to the surface. When Zophia came in again, somewhat gingerly, we were still wiping tears from our eyes, but this time it was from something funny that we did together. She looked relieved, and then asked for help to get the rest of the packages from the car. By the car, she asked me if I was OK. I gave her the 15 second headlines news version and told her there will be more later. The rest of the evening was pleasant and Rita retired early. Zophia and I talked long into the night. My shoulders were not so tight in the morning. At the end of those two weeks, Rita and I were having breakfast after Zophia went to work. This was her final morning here, she was leaving to go back to Cathy's apartment later today She would be gone by the time we got home from work. She thanked me for all I had done, allowing her to stay with Zophia and me. Then she thanked me for some closure. That was the biggest thing that I did for her. I also thanked her for that from her too. The final thing she asked, was a single question. "Fred, when are you going to marry that woman? You two were made to be together. You both deserve that happiness." She left to return to Florida a month later, in remission and recharged for life again. She cried at the surprise send off party. All the usual suspects were there except one, the bridges her dishonesty had broken. The broken bridges were rebuilt. The rebuilding started on both sides with a whole lot of people, family and friends. They saw Cathy and I and Zophia too had accepted her. They saw her changes. All met in the middle, in some ways stronger than before. You don't always know what you have until you damage or lose it. Thanks to Zophia and Cathy, I also have been able to heal a bit more. Zophia would normally stop on by to see John after work if she was not working late. It was on her way home, this way she remained grounded to him. She would occasionally see Roza leaving as she arrived, another day it was her other sister. Her brother even brought her parents there to see their grandchild as couple of times. This was kind of expected, as they were John's Aunts and Uncles and Grandparents. During all of this, John's behavior was actually improving. His socialization skills got better, his patience increased, the time he could spend with people was getting longer. He still had many issues, issues that would cause him to never be able to live independently, but he was making visible progress. When Zophia saw Stan and Iwona leave one day, she went to the management and asked to see the logs of people who were visiting her son. When she got home she called me over. "Fred, did you know about this? Did you know all these people were visiting John, starting with that cabal of social workers, my family, my nieces and nephews, YOUR FAMILY, YOUR NEICES AND NEPHEWS, OUR FRIENDS, who have I left out? " All I could do and not laugh was to say, "And you're surprised? What did you think that we were going to do? You came back home to be with family. Well, family is what you got." Zophia just looked at me in shock. "Who organized this, I want names." Then I really did begin to laugh at her. "Zophia, you just named them, not all of them, but you got the ringleaders. " At that she just sat down, feeling the support of those people, people doing things for her son. They gave him things she couldn't. She had such a small support group in California. This support was making such a difference in John's life. She was not alone, her son was not alone, a weight was beginning to lift from her shoulders. With that she cried, letting it all fall from her being. All I could do was to hold her in my arms and rock her slowly. She and John were home now. One of the things that I've never underestimated about Zophia was her determination. Stubborn Pollock. Synonyms if I ever heard of one. She makes up her mind, and come hell or high water, she will do it. She wanted to thank these people, and she was going to find a way. It was over my objections. She would not take no for an answer that these people were just doing what they wanted to do. No one expected any thing back. I told her that a dinner they could easily accept. Food and drink is always acceptable, it's shared with friends and family. That made it an occasion to get together. More than that, they will all feel uncomfortable. She stared at me with cold unflinching eyes, with a determination born of years of trying to help her son. There would be no mercy for anyone who would stand in her way. Think mother lion and her cub. I caved. I knew when I was beat. I wanted to live. I remember coming home to a new kitchen and bath, provided by some very grateful people. That blew me away, and I think of it every time I walk into either of those rooms. Something that was not so big for them, something massive for me. I understood Zophia, what these people had done for her son, and her gratitude to them. When anyone helps your child in that's child's need, the gratitude is over whelming. All I asked her is that we work together. There were things that I knew, sensibilities that I had that would be helpful. I did not let her be a bull in a china shop. She agreed and we began to discuss possibilities. We spent a week, going over different options and came up with something that was going to work on many levels. She was going to throw a birthday party for John, and invite everyone to it. She and John were going to go shopping together to pick things out for the guests, reverse birthday presents. They were also going to make thank you cards. It would be very hard for anyone to refuse a gift from him. The gifts from John were going to be more thoughtful than expensive, his level of thoughtful. That would help everyone to accept. I had to fight Zophia on that one, but this time she caved. However, she was going to throw in a little kicker for each recipient. She still got what she wanted. And I'm surprised? John's ability to be out in the world has actually increased, increased to the point he could go shopping without it being a guaranteed disaster. The structured environment and the visitors gave him a stability that could handle a twice a week shopping 'spree' for an hour or two. Brainstorming what these people would actually want/need/accept was another matter. We could handle our direct families, but the Social Work Cabal and the younger generation was another matter. We needed a trusted third co-conspirator. I suggested my son. Mike had the temperament and the connections. He could keep a secret, but I knew that he did not like to not be honest. With all the stresses of what we had been going through, it all showed on Zophia's face, especially now. Zophia looked at me with that seriousness and then asked, "Can he be turned to the dark side?" It took me a millisecond to understand what she said. I almost fell off my chair laughing. We needed that comic relief. We had just left tense behind. The next day Zophia and I went over to see Cathy, Mike and the kids. Zophia got Cathy to join her in going to the deli for something that I wanted. I volunteered to stay with Mike and the kids. With that time alone with him, I first asked for secrecy. He was not thrilled about that until I let him know that it was for a good surprise and be of a limited time. He was not into keeping secrets from Cathy, or her from him. I told him what we were looking for and why. He agreed to get the info needed. We now had the different families covered and the different generations too. Cathy and Mike were going to get a Saturday night at the Palmer House in downtown Chicago, show tickets and dinner. No kids allowed, we will be the baby sitters. A weekend in Wisconsin Dells waterpark in the winter or spring for the four of them. They needed this after taking care of Rita those months. Maria was getting an architecture boat tour in downtown Chicago and dinner of her choice. Mary is school part time now will be getting Second City tickets and dinner of her choice. Su Lin is getting Ballet tickets and dinner of her choice. Marek and Shelly get Lyric opera tickets and hotel in downtown Chicago, no kids allowed, we do the sitting. Her brothers and their wives along with Iwona and Stan and us will be dinner in Greek town, with a limo. None of them have ever been in a limo before. Afterwards, it will be a Chopin concert We both knew that they would not take anything more that that. Her parents were not up for that much of an outing. They would be satisfied with a Sunday lunch at the facility if we could bring my grandchildren. There were many more gifts, the visitor log showed many people that were taking their time to see John. Sometimes it was once a month, others once a week. Zophia was always in shock of their thoughtfulness to her son. There were other gifts that I needed to get. Bob and Carol were on the invite list, and Zophia gave them a heads up in advance. They said that he had an important meeting that weekend, and was not sure he could make it. I had called them first and explained the entire plan, and asked that they keep it a secret. They said they would not miss it for the world and would talk with Bob and Zophia's son Matt about it too. Formal invitations went out on the first, and the party was for three weeks later. That gave me enough time to get everything together. That was when I asked Roze and Caterina for some assistance, and their silence. I explained what I was going to do and they both agreed to help me and keep mum. They have a sense of style, I do not. During this time, Zophia and John were hand making thank you cards and going shopping. As it was beginning to approach Thanksgiving, Christmas decorations started to come out. John was always attracted to lights and lights reflected by crystals were in all the stores. It appeared that all his visitors got a different crystal window hanging, anything to catch and play with sunlight. I asked that he make a few extra in case other people showed up or brought guests that we didn't account for. This was not unusual, our planned get togethers of 15 people regularly got to 20, 25 and in one case 29. We first thought that we could rent the meeting room at the facility, but realized that it was not going to be large enough. We also wanted the additional time for everyone to mix and mingle. Then there was the open bar issue. We found a banquet hall for a Sunday noon, in the vicinity of the airport. Zophia helped set up. Half an hour later, guests started to arrive and she mingled with the guests for an hour. that is when she went to pick up John. Several phone calls were made when she walked out that door. Family Isn't Blood - Fred's Life Ch. 06 She returned with John in about 25 minutes to a room that was more crowded. The first shock to Zophia was that Bob and Carol were there, as well as her parents. The same smiling parents that told her they were not up to it earlier in the day. But the kicker for her was seeing her son Matt. He was holding Mary very closely with a familiarity that did not say casual. Snippets of conversations started to organize themselves in her brain into a picture. Before she could sort all of it out, I asked that everyone please have a seat. I motioned to Zophia that she was up. She stood up and looked around. "We are here for a couple of reasons. The first and foremost is for me to say thank you for all the help you have been with John. I was shocked at the amount of time and energy you all have spent visiting with John. He is thriving because of all that you have done. His father, Carol and I tried to do all that we could for years, and it just was not good enough. John has blossomed because of you. Every time Bob flies across country, he schedules a layover at O'Hare. He has said that there is a tremendous difference in John's life. We can not thank you enough. John wants to thank you. He has personally picked out a gift for you." And with that, she sat down crying. John reached over and gave her a hug, and there was a round of applause. Bob and Carol joined in the group hug, and the clapping never stopped. When those four were somewhat composed, I handed the bag containing the gifts to Zophia. She grabbed John and one by one, she handed the homemade cards to John, and he handed the card and gift to his visitors. For all those years, John did not have a big capacity for being with others. Today, he was in a hall and personally thanking, as well as he could, over 20 people. He was laughing with them, giving them hugs, behaving in an appropriate manner. This was heaven for Zophia. When John was finished, and things were starting to wind down, I asked that everyone sit down again. That is when I walked up to Zophia. I pulled out a small box that Roza had passed to me a couple of minutes ago and got on my knee. "Would you marry me?" It was and it was not a shock to her. With all that happened this day, seeing all these people who helped John, her family members and her oldest son. I could see that she felt a completness in life. Waiting for her answer, I knelt there, sweating. She looked around and everyone became quiet. When a pin dropping could be heard over my beating heart, by now I was beginning to be worried. "DUPEK" She just called me an asshole, again, in front of everybody, again. The over half of the crowd roared, the rest were asking for the translation. Then they laughed. This was classic Zophia being Zophia, I was less worried. "Jestem w Tobie zakochany." "Zophia, I'm in love with you too, but will you marry me? "Tak!" Hearing yes, the crowd started to sing Sto Lots. Zophia was crying, her parents were crying, Cathy was crying, my soon to be sisters were crying, Iwona was crying, Angelka was crying. All the other women were crying. The men were tossing down shots of vodka or whiskey. Typical Polish gathering, all that was missing was the poker game in the back room. We wed in early March. During those months, Zophia found out the Mary that Matt would occasionally mention, was part of our Chicago crowd. They were introduced by Maria's relatives at Christmas several years ago, and the relationship slowly grew. When Maria spoke about helping a Zophia from California, well, they put two and two together. Matt and Mary had been planning on tell her at Christmas. No plans for marriage, he was in engineering on the west coast, she needed to finish law school. We had a small wedding reception of only 230 people. It was not a traditional Polish wedding, it only ran one day, not three. Both Bob and Carol as well as Rita and her date were there. Rita met up with a widower Chicagoan in Florida and they hit it off. He was a south side Pollock, she is north side. There's a big difference, Sox vs Cubs. Cathy says that they are good for each other in spite of that. Kaja was there too, but she was able to say that things were looking better for her, and for us to wish her luck. Cathy gave each of us a special wedding gift. Zophia got a half dozen pieces of clothes line. I got a bandana and two bottles of rodatis. I love my daughter.