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Millicent

By: Mainefiddleheads



Millicent is a character from a vignette in one of the parts of 'Epiphanous'. Her circumstance fueled a storyboard in my mind that I think was worth exploring. This is not a story of great wrongs and retribution. There is no bitch burning and from my perspective there is no judgement of right or wrong. These are people who might do what others would not or not do what others might rush into.

There were no real people harmed in the writing of this story and it is not a collection of my experiences in any way except in understanding the emotions involved. I am going to leave anonymous commenting open for now but will probably delete those comments that are not constructive and adding to any fruitful discussion.

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From "The Epiphanous Spouses Pt 6"

I woke to the smell of bacon. I was completely naked lying under a sheet and next to me was an equally naked and still sleeping Millicent. I rubbed my eyes in disbelief and instantly got wood. I didn't remember a bit of it. Then Kiera walked back into the room wearing nothing but a short tee shirt.

"Shhhh let her sleep. She was so wasted."

I started to get up but remembered my aroused state and nudity but Kiera just tossed me a towel.

Whispering she said "Don't worry about it, I got to see it in all its glory. There's an extra toothbrush in the cabinet and all the body wash and shampoo is in the shower. Breakfast in a few."

I heard a groan behind me and Millicent had rolled over displaying her full breasts to my view. I could only utter "Jesus" under my breath as I walked to the bathroom. Kiera just giggled.

By midmorning, the three of us were sitting down to a breakfast of eggs and bacon, toast and copious amounts of coffee. I kept looking back and forth between them and they just continued ignoring my inquiries with feigned innocence. I had checked myself for any signs of sex and didn't think I had fucked either of them but I couldn't be sure. If I did, I remember thinking I missed out on what had to be a fantastic time.

"David, neither of us fucked you if that is what you are thinking" Kiera chimed in. "Not that I didn't try but after the last couple of shots you were out like a light. Yeah, you did shots when we got back and so did Millicent. You two are crazy."

Millicent looked over at me and grinning just shrugged her beautiful shoulders.

"She was doing tequila shots off your belly and you were doing them off her, well, never mind. In any event you were both naked and stupid drunk and David ..." she whispered "You were big and ready and then you laid back and passed completely out and Millicent here did the same laying passed out drunk across your belly. I wish I had taken a picture. But in any event I got you two straightened out somehow and crashed next to you and now here we are."

Both Millicent and Kiera then burst out into boisterous laughter. I guess I did as well.

"I just wish I could remember any of it."

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Millicent

I enjoyed the sun in my eyes. It was bright and unfiltered, magnified by the clarity of the super chilled air as it streaked into the cabin window. The Boeing 767 left San Francisco International Airport twenty minutes ago heading east with myself and my new boss and coworker to begin a new chapter in a life that hasn't been what my childhood expectations ever imagined. My parents raised me with the understanding that the entire world was my oyster to taste and explore as I desired. Unfortunately, the old Millicent Bishop took that to mean that it was her oyster and hers alone.

It is ironic to think that the children of San Rafael and Marin County could ever be considered as disadvantaged but it's true. For all the money of my parents and the parents of my friends while growing up, none of it instilled any sense of human worth and dignity. I had everything I ever wished for growing up and by the time I realized my need for humility and dignity, not one of the trinkets was worth a dime to me.

I remember listening to a radio talk show host telling her audience that a woman's virtue and integrity are the only things she can protect that don't cost a single red cent or take a moments effort. Thinking back on that now I know that is true and sage advice for every young girl or woman. I lost my virtue when I was a young teen, stoned half out of my mind and stripped naked on the bed of a neighbor twice my age. A man with carnal lust on his mind and no inhibitions and constraints to hold him back is no match for a girl who feeds that lust. Of course I regretted it later or at least that is what I told myself but that was the start of my young debauchery. It didn't matter that he fed me the drugs. I took them willingly. It didn't matter that it happened several more times. All that mattered was that I surrendered my young virtue and sacrificed my integrity as a result.

I think from that point on I lived for the sole purpose of rebellion. That didn't mean I capitulated education and advancement, not at all. I excelled in academia and I understood what it would bring down the road, even at that young age. Rebellion for me was indulging in pot and ecstasy, staying out all night at the concerts and having sex whenever I felt the urge. I didn't just hit it with anybody. I like to think of it as selective promiscuity. None of the crowd I hung with were part of the Latino or black culture or even hip hop. We were rich stoners. The Bay Area jammers and Dead remnants were it for us.

That was a constant until I graduated from high school and my parents picked up the tab for Stanford. I still kept my Bay Area music affections but the drugs seemed to drop off except for an occasional pot bowl. The demands of Stanford were just too stringent. The sex also dropped off. I know that is ironic for a college girl but I had probably shoved more sex and drugs into my teens than most of these girls would see in twenty years.

Then I met Michael Ethredge in my sophomore year. He was a third year Engineering major intending to move to the Grad school when he finished. He was a brilliant man and unlike me and my social peers, he was working his way through with grants and scholarships. He was also fucking handsome. He was six feet, trim, brown eyes and dark curly hair. Add to that, he was a really good fuck. I had missed that and he lit the fire in me again.

I think my Dad's money intimidated him but I convinced him to get over it and move in with me. From that point on we were inseparable and by the time I finished my undergrad at the end of my third year, Michael was well along in Grad school. He popped the question, I accepted over my parent's objections and we were married.

With both of us still in a grueling academic schedule, life was a bit stressed for a while but we took pains to find time for ourselves. Even still, the sex dropped off. Either I was cramming for exams and papers or he was tooling on his projects. Whatever the case, we were consumed with things other than our young marriage and that's when trouble reared its head. 

I was in a hedge class and struggling to get past a couple of problems with a project I had been assigned. Thinking I might get some sympathy from the Professor, I did something really stupid. In hindsight, it was just totally unnecessary. I could have worked the problem out with the help of a couple classmates but with the stress at home I wanted to take a shortcut and get it over with.

Dr. Hedge as he liked to call himself in jest was actually a large balding middle aged guy around fifty named Ben with a frumpy wife who used to come around the faculty offices thinking she was some kind of queen bee. Regardless, he thought of himself as a kingmaker and a gift to women. I can remember my downfall like it was yesterday. I knocked on his door after grabbing a bite when I finished my last class.

"Come in, Ms. Ethredge." He looked up over his half lens and saw a tall honey blond with big tits. That's all he saw. How I was dressed didn't hurt his perception although at the time it was unintentional.

"What can I do for you, Millicent, isn't it?"

"Yes sir, Milli will do, thanks." I took a seat in one of the soft chairs next to his desk as he looked me up and down. When I crossed my legs, his eyes lingered on the expanse of bare thigh.

"Professor Thomas, I need some help with the metals hedge project you assigned to me. I've run into a stumbling block and I just can't seem to get past it. I was hoping you could help me out with it somehow."

Looking back at it, I was either naïve as hell or I was subconsciously looking for something I had no business seeking. More than likely it was a combination of both. I thought I could tease a man like this and get what I needed. I uncrossed my legs and shifted the other leg on top giving him a view nearly to the top of my thigh. Over the next 20 minutes I explained my problem to him and he just rested his chin on his hands for a bit.

"Well, Milli, you are asking for something that might not be fair to the other students but perhaps we could work something out."

His eyes were all over me and his hand dropped down to his lap as if to make an adjustment.

"I could probably work through your problem so you might get the answer with a good bit more work or we could work through something that would simply give you the final result and probably a perfect score as well."

He had a slight grin on his face as he shifted a growing bulge in his trousers. My eyes followed his movements and I could see his rather large and growing erection pressing through his pants.

"Quid pro quo, Milli. Do you understand me?"

I was so stressed from the work load at that point, along with the lack of things going on at home, that I rationalized my actions. I calculated the cost of an A in Dr. Hedge's class and for whatever reason, signed the contract.

Twenty minutes later, my marriage was finished but I had not yet realized it.

"You just got an A, Ms. Ethredge. I'll expect you back here same time next week to keep it that way."

That's what I did for the rest of the semester. Once a week, I did Dr. Hedge until my grade was posted. I made sure not to stop until I saw it posted on my register. I never touched him again after that and I never had him for another class. What I had to contend with besides my guilt was the reputation I had apparently gained among a couple other male professors. 

The problem was that old Hedge had lit a fire that I wanted quenched and Michael wasn't helping. He was so damn busy that I began to resent him for it. I began making excuses to get out of the house. I would get back late. No matter what I did, it didn't seem to matter to him. It didn't occur to me that his grad schedule was eating every bit of his time and he couldn't see what was going on right under his nose. He thought everything was fine.

It was fine, for me. I was fucking two married college professors along with an occasional classmate who struck my fancy. This went on through the second year of my program up until a couple weeks before graduation. Then everything fell apart.

One of the professors I was seeing was particularly well endowed. He wasn't the horse cock of old Hedge but he was big and had amazing stamina. He had a kink thing. He got off really big by fucking me in my bed at home when Michael was away. I know that was stupid to do but that guy would have the biggest damn orgasm with his cuck scenario. He got off sticking Michaels pillow under my ass when he fucked me, emptying his nut in me and watching it drool out of my pussy and all over my husband's pillow. It was sick really but I was caught up in it and never stopped him. Then it happened.

Mr. Kink was sawing his dick in me and being very vocal about what a pussy my husband was and wanted my encouragement so I gave it to him. I gave him the kinky words he wanted to hear and to this day I'm so ashamed I want to die sometimes.

"Fuck this little married whore pussy the way my pussy boy hubby can't. Nut my egg and give him a bastard to raise."

I didn't mean a single word of it but it didn't matter. Michael stood in the doorway having listened to every word and watched while his wife was being taken. He was never a willing cuckold. Hell, he didn't know anything about it until that afternoon. When Kink pulled his slimy cock out of me, a river of his jism drooled onto the bed and pillow. Michael took one look and proceeded to totally beat the shit out of the man who cucked him.

He beat him senseless, reached down into his pants that were lying on the floor and took out his wallet. After taking his driver's license, he threw the wallet on the bed, looked at me with ice in his veins and told me he would be back later for his things. The next time I saw him was at his attorney's office to sign the divorce papers. He looked like a beaten man but still had his pride. We didn't have any counselling. There was no attempt at reconciliation. Dad's prenup agreement removed everything I brought into the marriage from consideration including the condo we lived in. What he got was a check for $50K and his own belongings which he already had. Michael wanted nothing but a non-negotiable out.

"I want to tear this up." he said to me when his lawyer handed him the check. "But I know some people who can really use it so I'll give it to them."

I tried to say something but he wouldn't let me.

"Millicent, I loved you and worshipped the ground you walked on. Today, I can't even see two steps in front of me because of the destruction you've sowed. I've learned about the several others before the last one. Nothing can shock me anymore. Millicent, I never so much as suspected you could thoroughly betray me as you have. Where ever you go and whatever you do, I can only wish you the best. Just know I would never have done such a thing to you, ever."

He then did the most unexpected thing. He bent down and kissed my forehead and with tears in his eyes, he said goodbye.

"Michael, I never in my life ever meant what I said that day. I will always love you."

He paused in the doorway, nodded his head up and down and left. I was now Ms. Millicent Bishop again. Michael insisted on having his name back.

I sat on the threshold of what was my condo, an empty home, for about an hour that afternoon. I cried my heart out and then I rose up, went inside and took a long shower. When I finished, I sat naked at my kitchen table and looked around. It was like looking at a home furnishings display at Lowe's. There was no life in the home and none in me. After a progression of eight men, including old Hedge, I had no husband. I had no desire for another man. I had not been with a man since that afternoon when I lost Michael several months ago. The only thing I had was a piece of paper emblazoned with Stanford sitting in an expensive frame and a job with one of the more exclusive consultants in the country. 

How I managed that while going through the process of a divorce, I'll never know. Mr. Kink lost his marriage too although he didn't fare as well. Michael paid a visit to his wife and laid out the pictures he took with his phone while the two of us fucked our marriages away. I didn't know about that until she called me one evening. She was calm. She wasn't mad. She just wanted to know why. My reply was that I was a selfish bitch and I meant it too. The world was my oyster and I felt entitled to it. I was ashamed and I told her so. I shared with her what I yelled out that afternoon and cried when I told her I never meant a single word of it. I don't know that she was sympathetic but she understood what I was trying to say. It was the wronged woman having her due and I was contrite.

She took him to the cleaners and he paid out the nose to compensate her for twenty years of marriage. When it was settled and my own divorce was final, I sent her a check for $100K anonymously with a short note. It was a cashiers check so I don't know if she cashed it or tore it up but I felt good doing it nonetheless.

I sold the condo and moved back up to San Rafael and poured myself into my role with McKinsey. Mom and Dad had divorced as well but it was much more amicable. They both wanted to do something else with their lives. The odd thing is they both see each other on occasion. I walked in on them one time and Dad was doing the loving with Mom right on the living room couch. My Dad is a really big man, around six eight and his size extends to certain other parts as well. I don't think I will ever forget that scene. They are happy having their separate lives. They are both rich, do pretty much as they please and they fuck each other whenever they feel like it.

As for me, I decided I wasn't touching another man until I no longer resembled the person I grew up to be. I had destroyed my husband and two marriages and lost any and all desire for the touch of a man. There was no lack of opportunities. It seems every man I worked with at the firm considered me a challenge. They were competing for bragging rights as the first man to fuck Millicent Bishop at McKinsey & Co. That included the clients as well. In all fairness, I didn't shut them down. They all thought my little pussy was fair game. I'd drink the freebies. I would eat the dinners while entertaining a client. I even went sailing with a couple clients and a coworker over a weekend. None of them so much as saw my pussy.

Eventually, I found myself living out of a suitcase and moving from hotel to hotel. I had coworkers who literally did not own a home or have an apartment. All they had was a forwarding address. 100% of their time was at work, travelling or on vacation. That didn't work for me and I think the kicker was missing a Phil Lesh & Friends show back home that I really wanted to go to. My priorities were shifting again and I wanted to be home.

When I called Dad and told him what I wanted to do, he was a bit hesitant which surprised me until I discovered why. He was merging the business with an old time friend and partner, Harry Stanhope. Harry and his late wife, Constance were my godparents and I had known them all my life. Constance had died a dozen years earlier or so and since then, Dad and Harry would get together as often as they could. They were two very wild men in their day and still are.

Anyway, I convinced Dad to take me on as a principle and I started work in his offices in San Rafael. The business was comprised of two practices. One was financial hedging and the other was mergers & acquisitions. I chose to work in the latter especially since it was the biggest piece and would be the primary focus of the new firm, Stanhope-Bishop.

The first year was comprised of learning the ropes, establishing my credibility and turning down one date after the other. It was clients and all of them older and married and looking for a mistress to play with on the side. I was polite and firm. I didn't date anybody, client or otherwise. I just had no interest.

Then about a year ago, we started looking at a firm in Tennessee called Morgan Financials. It was owned by some old codger but managed by one of his sons, Roger Morgan. This was of some interest to me because Morgan was married to my godfather's daughter. One of the things we do besides examine the financials is to do background checks on the principles of the firm and their significant backers if there are any. In this case, there was evidence everywhere.

It seems that Roger Morgan was running a loose shop and bleeding losses. Oddly, the business was good but Morgan's incompetence was costing them enormous margins. Financially, we could make a killing by letting it bleed all over the floor and then sweep in to pick up what was left. His siblings held positions in the firm but they were basically token roles to justify taking a salary and none of them had any real managing influence.


Millicent and the Stranger



"Goodnight, Akela."

"Goodnight, Timmy."

Returning the cheery wave the cub gave her as he climbed into his mum's Volvo, Millicent Darby pulled the door shut, and turned the key in the lock. The scout hut lay nestled in the woods, but a dirt access road had been put through to allow the parents to collect their children. Millicent watched the rear lights of the station wagon bump down the uneven track, then pulled her official scout's fleece more tightly around her; the nights were drawing in and a damp chill was in the air.

Millicent herself did not drive; nor did she have a husband to collect her. At fifty-three years of age, she was single, and had no expectation that this might to change. Plump and bespectled as she reached puberty, the boys had not come calling; and as she had grown in age, and in girth but not in height, such young men as might have been inclined to show an interest had mistaken shyness and awkwardness for brusqueness and indifference, and been deterred. By her thirties Millicent had put aside any girlish hopes of romance, and priding herself on being sensible and practical, had instead determined to become useful. In time the Scouts, the neighbourhood watch, meals on wheels, the Oxfam shop, the Citizen's Advice Bureau and the church choir had all come to benefit from the enthusiastic participation of the no-nonsense spinster.

Rather than follow the access track, Millicent took a short cut that came out on the west side of the woods by the electricity sub-station, joining the path that ran along the inside of the hedge that bordered the main road. There had been a succession of showers during the day, and finding the going rather muddy, Millicent was glad of her stout leather walking shoes.

The meeting she thought had been a success. The curate of St. Oswald's had spoken to the pack about how they might develop their spiritual potential, and then she had shown them how to tie a bowline. All good wholesome fun, she reflected, as she turned the sharp corner by the sub-station fence, and clattered into the tall figure of a man. 

Stumbling she fell against him, one chubby arm wrapping itself round his back to steady herself, while with her free hand she grasped for something to hold onto. 

Dazed, Millicent clung to the man momentarily, her head resting against his breast. He also was breathing heavily; his hands were on her broad hips.

She looked up at him, but in the failing light his face lay hidden in the shadow cast by the hood of his anorak.

"I'm terribly sorry..." The words died on her lips as she felt something jerk in her hand. The man's trousers Millicent realised were around his knees, and to her horror she had hold of his erect penis.

Releasing her hold upon the member as if it had come straight from the fire, Millicent tried to break free, but the strong hands on her hips pulled her against him, his manhood squeezed between the two bodies, prodding her stomach. As she struggled his grip shifted to her buttocks, squeezing handfuls of the plump flesh. She twisted away, and a strong hand closed upon her crotch, pulling her fabric encased bottom back into his naked midrift, so that the cleft rubbed against his terrible pole. As she twisted this way and that to free herself, his free hand explored her body, grasping at her breasts through the fleece jacket, until he succeeded in ripping it open.

His intent was clear, and she was, she knew, helpless to resist him. There was only one thing to be done. She must do exactly as he asked and hope that he would then refrain from hurting her.

She ceased to struggle, and sensing her surrender, the man released her. She turned to face him, peering up into the dark recesses of his hood. "Do with me what you will," she murmured, and with that she fully unfastened her fleece and cast it off.

He stood silently and his manhood twitched. "More?" she gulped, undoing the top button of her blouse. His hands reached out urgently to tear at her remaining clothes. "Please, let me," she pleaded. The man nodded.

Millicent undid her blouse and slid it off, exposing her heavy-set shoulders and the excess flesh that hung from her upper arms. Her large belly hung over the waistband of her skirt, while the smallish breasts remained encased in a sensible bra. Surely, she thought, this pervert would find nothing in this spectacle to inflame his desire.

"Do you want to see more?" she asked. He gave an almost imperceptible nod.

Close to tears, she unfastened the clasp of her bra, freeing the disproportionately small breasts, her nipples hardening with the cold. 

She stole a glance at the man's penis, a hard rod of flesh; she could not judge the length, but to her it seemed immense. Her slot had never had to accommodate anything larger than her finger, how would she cope? She would just jolly well have to, that was all.

Bravely she removed her skirt, and pulled down her thick tights, so that they bundled around her ankles. Blushing to her core she stood before him in just her big knickers and her scouts' neckerchief. 

She looked up at him pleadingly, but he remained as forbiddingly impassive as ever. Continuing to gaze at him in the hope that he would relent, she hesitantly lowered the white cotton, easing the panties past her chubby thighs to slide down the thick calves. The fold of her belly flopped to partially obscure the tangle of mousey pubes below. 

Millicent's heart was pumping and her lips had become dry. In the failing light the man's penis seemed terrifyingly large. He gestured that she was to kneel. Oh, she thought, that.

Settling herself upon her ample haunches, she shuffled a little closer, her knees squidging in the mud. The purple glans was just inches from her snub nose. Truly she must face her fears. Taking the monster in her hand she opened her mouth wide, and tentatively touched her tongue upon the tip. The texture was more spongy than she had expected, and though slightly salty, the taste was not as disgusting as she had feared. Stoically she took the glans into her mouth; it proved a disconcertingly large mouthful. She attempted first to caress it with her tongue, but then finding that awkward, began to use her lips to draw the penis in and out of her mouth. 

As she began to build a workmanlike rhythm, the man responded by thrusting deeper into her mouth, so that his glans began to butt against the back of her mouth. Beginning to gag, Millicent took a firm hold and attempted to pull the penis free, but the man pushed her head down hard, so that she found herself taking what felt like the whole length of the engorged cock. 

Millicent's eyes bulged. It was one thing to use her mouth to lick and suck, a girl could get the hang of that: indeed she felt she had done rather well. But dear God, this was too much. If she had to endure the abominable lusts of this man then better surely that he should use the orifice the Lord had intended.

As the man loosened his grip, she spat out the cock and looked up at him pleadingly. "Fuck me," she gasped. Grabbing at his shirt, she began to haul herself up. "Please just fuck me."

Roughly the man span her around, and flung her sprawling to the ground. His hands grabbed her hips, and obediently Millicent thrust up her ample bottom, ready to be entered. She was breathing hard, and the cool mud as it oozed beneath her exposed flesh was oddly sensual. Despite the chill evening her loins felt pleasantly warm. She was about to be deflowered by a brutal stranger, and in spite of herself, her body was responding in expectation.

But why not? thought Millicent. If she were aroused his brutal attentions would be easier for her to bear. Tentatively she ran a hand under her belly and touched her clitoris. If she concentrated on her own pleasure perhaps she could endure his. As she felt the man's hands kneading the plump cushions of her behind she began pleasuring herself more vigorously, rubbing at the swollen nub with the same no-nonsense vigour she might use to capture an image in wax crayon of a church brass.

She felt the tip of his penis pushing against her labia, then slipping away. Telling herself that the sooner he began, the sooner he would be done, she arched her back and pushed up her sitting bones to present her vagina more helpfully. Only to find his hard knob prising apart the tight star of her anus.

No, not that! "In my cunt," she pleaded, "Please fuck me in my cunt." She breathed a sigh of pure relief, as her nether lips parted to admit the thick rod. "Thank you," she blurted out. "Oh, thank you."

Still rubbing herself determinedly, she rode the pain as he pushed through her too long in tact hymen, but then found herself comfortably able to accommodate the cock that had looked so huge in the half light. As the man settled into a steady rhythm, she thrust back in unison, helping him, she told herself, to finish, so that her ordeal might be over.

Before her ordeal was over poor Millicent was to have to bite down on her own forearm to prevent herself from squealing in ecstasy. As the man continued to thrust relentlessly, the sensations became almost unbearable until she shouted in distress, "I want you to come. Please come." And so he did, his sticky warmth filling her.

As the man's footsteps died away, Millicent lay sprawled face down in the cloying mud, her broad arse thrust in the air as his spunk dripped from the puffy lips; she felt she had acquitted herself rather well. She had kept her wits about her, and if she had lost her virtue, she had at least suffered no actual physical harm. Certainly if she were to find herself in such a situation again, she should know precisely how to behave. And she did take this path quite often...

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The Reverend Peter Pettifer was distressed. That dreadful dumpy scout-mistress had bullied him into giving a talk to the cubs on finding their faith. As if he were not struggling enough with his own faith. Oh, the boys gazing up at him with their puppy eyes had been adorable; too damn adorable -- that was something else he was struggling with. 

As his head swum with vile, unspeakable thoughts, the blood pumped into Peter's penis, which stiffened painfully in the enclosed space of his Y-fronts, demanding his attention. On leaving the scout hut, he had followed the access track back to the main road, and then followed the path that ran along the hedge, as far as the sub-station. Here the fence enclosing the transformers afforded him some sense of privacy, while the hedge sheltered him from the road, and he could see down the path a hundred yards or more in either direction. 

Peter unbuckled his belt and undid his fly. Sliding trousers and underpants down a few inches, he pulled out his cock. If anyone came down the path, he should see them coming in ample time to adjust his dress. 

Leaning into the fence he began pumping his engorged member, his breath coming heavy. Hearing a rustling he stopped, but looking both ways down the path there was no-one to be seen. This was madness -- he should cease immediately. But he could not. His hand slid back and forth, pulling and pushing the sheath of skin along the hardened shaft, his eyes closing as he lost himself in the obscene images that populated his mind.

And then he was almost knocked off his feet. Appearing out of nowhere a woman had thrown herself at him. Instinctively he grabbed hold of her waist to steady her, and as he did so her right arm wrapped under his to caress his back, while her left hand took a firm hold of his penis, squeezing it tightly.

Astonished as he was by this sudden assault, Peter's first thought was that he could not be seen like this. He had just sufficient wits about him to pull the hood of his anorak down over his face, but as he did so he felt his trousers fall further down to pool around his knees.

"I'm terribly sorry," the woman began, then letting go of his cock, drew away. To his horror the curate realised it was the scout-mistress, Miss Darby. What if she had recognised him? She would tell everyone!

Desperately Peter clung on to the broadly spaced hips, determined to prevent the spinster from escaping; as he pulled her against him, his stubbornly erect cock prodded her belly. To gain a firmer hold of her he shifted his grip to her buttocks, but found them too large to gain a purchase on, finding himself grabbing at handfuls of flesh as she struggled to free herself. 

Twisting, she almost escaped him, but Peter threw his arms around her and dragged her back towards him. His right hand struggled to find a purchase, but he had a firm grip with his left. He was not quite sure what he had hold of, but she seemed unable to break free. As he pulled her towards him, his unruly member was caught within the cleft of her buttocks. His left hand, he now realised, had hold of her crotch; as she writhed in his grip she was rubbing her mound into his palm, whilst her buttcrack performed a massage on his penis. Dear God, what was she doing? 

Just then, he heard a tearing noise as his scrabbling right hand caused the zip of her fleece to part. Unexpectedly Miss Darby ceased her writhings. Gratefully Peter released her, pulling his hood down further as she turned to face him. He was only 5'7" but she was a head shorter than him. She gazed up at him, her eyes large under the pebble glasses, her freckled snub nose and slightly buck teeth almost boyish. Peter felt his cock twitch.

"Do with me what you will," she whispered in a husky, sultry voice, and with that she began slowly, seductively to draw down the rest of the zip, shaking the fleece free of her shoulders before casting it aside. 

"More?" she asked, her voice hesitant, hopeful. This wasn't right. Peter put out a hand to stop her, but she pleaded with him. "Please let me." Touched by the depth of her need, Peter found himself nodding his consent.

Shamelessly the scout-mistress discarded her blouse. Peter had never seen so much flesh; so much womanliness; there was nothing gross in the mature curves, just an abundance of God's gift to Adam. Peter, shy and lacking confidence, had always been intimidated by the flighty ways of girls his own age; but now confronted by the revelation of Miss Darby's unabashed sexuality he suddenly understand the generosity of that gift.

"Do you want to see more?" she teased, her eyes moist with desire. He nodded. Confident in her nakedness, Miss Darby cast off her bra, to unveil breasts that could be cupped neatly in the hand. The nipples stood out like pegs, testifying to her arousal. 

She wanted him, and to his confusion Peter found himself wanting her. Dumbfounded he watched as stepping out of the uniform skirt that had tightly encased her nether regions, she rolled down her hose to reveal the solid thighs and strong calves of a robust active woman. Only an expanse of white cotton pantie remained to preserve her modesty.

The middle-aged woman gazed up at him, her face flushed, then hooked her thumbs over the tops of her knickers, easing them down her hips to slowly disclose the bush of sandy pubes nestling between the tops of her thighs. 

Naked now apart from the scout-leader's neckerchief held in place by its woggle, playfully she ran her tongue over her lips, hungrily eyeing the curate's enduringly erect penis. 

This could not be, he was a man of the cloth, and she a respectable woman, old enough to be his mother. He put his arms out, palms down, to calm her, but without a word, she sank to her knees, and taking his cock in her chubby little hand, guided it into her mouth.

Hungrily her tongue lapped at his engorged helmet, teasing the sensitive nerve endings almost beyond endurance; and then her head began bobbing up and down on the end of his cock. He had dreamt of this, but this was not as in his dreams; a woman of mature years was showing him the path of natural desire, and never in his young life had he felt so excited.

Unconsciously he responded to the spinster's passionate slurping by thrusting with his hips; her motion became more ragged as she took him deeper into her mouth, urgently demanding more and more of his length. Then to heighten his pleasure she began squeezing his balls. 

This was too much for the curate, who in an involuntary spasm grabbed hold of the spinster's head to steady himself, and as he did so she took all of him.

Breaking off her oral ministrations, Miss Darby gazed up, her eyes frenzied with desire. "Fuck me," she pleaded, grabbing at his shirt. "Please just fuck me."

It was all too much for the young curate. This poor woman had no control over her appetites, for him to take advantage of her lust to satisfy his own bases urges would simply be wrong. More roughly than he intended, Peter pushed her away from him, and the naked woman feel sprawling face down in the mud. 

Instantly contrite, Peter rushed to help Miss Darby up, placing his hands upon her hips, but to his dismay the spinster responded by rising onto her knees and thrusting out her generous bottom, presenting her private parts to him. 

Peter gazed in wonder at the two great fleshy cushions divided by the deep crack in which the dark star of her arsehole was just visible, while below puffy lobes parted to reveal glistening inner lips. He could almost feel the heat rising from her loins as he drank in her musky odour. Tentatively he squeezed the pale globes, delighting in the how they yielded to his touch.

Truly this must be God's work, he thought, his eyes widening as this angel of concupiscence reached back a hand to play with her clitoris, kneading the gleaming nub with her stubby fingers. Closing his eyes to offer up a silent prayer, he leant into her, his cock exploring for the silky opening. 

"In my cunt," Miss Darby demanded impatiently. "Please fuck me in the cunt." Anxious to oblige Peter guided his cock into the glistening slot. It did not go in smoothly at first, but with a slight push he penetrated her fully, his cock sliding in deeply. "Thank you," the scout-mistress cooed appreciatively. "Oh, thank you."

Still frantically rubbing her clitty, the scout-mistress pushed back at him, and, being new to this, he allowed himself to be guided by the rhythm she set. Back and forth his skinny frame slapped against that wonderful, ample, gorgeous arse, as the penis that she had so desired pistoned into her hot welcoming pussy. In that moment he was Adam and every man, and she was Eve and every woman, and God's will was being done, 

Utterly, utterly shameless Miss Darby lost control entirely, begging him to come inside her. And he did, the hot spunk pulsing into the spinster's tight pussy as his fingers dug into the plump mounds of her buttocks. 

Pulling up his trousers, Peter gazed down upon the naked scout-mistress, sprawled contentedly on the muddy path, her ample flesh albescent in the twilight. Then, without having uttered a word, he continued on his way, a fresh spring in his stride. 

In satisfying the unbridled lust of this deeply sensual woman the curate had discovered his own true sexuality. God, seeing in the strength of her needs a tool he could put to His use, had sent her to him, and she had done His work. 

Peter would find reason to visit the scout hut again, but the innocent faces of the boys would trouble him no more. The scout-mistress, however, had more of the Lord's work to do. 

CODA

Millicent locked the door of the scout hut, from the inside. The young priest was waiting for her. She had been surprised when this shy, kind man, not half her age, had placed his hands upon her hips and leant in to kiss her; but having discovered her body's needs, she had responded with an urgency that matched his own, yielding to him with a wanton passion. That had been three months since; three glorious cock-filled months. 

Playfully she kicked off her walking shoes, and undid the zip of her grey skirt. The curate smiled sheepishly as he slapped the leather flogger across his palm, and she wiggled her big behind cheekily in his direction. The whip had been a gift from her to him: the poor boy was hopelessly in thrall to her butt, but Millicent had known a little encouragement was needed for him to overcome his squeamishness. She was excited at the prospect of the promised flogging, craving this thrilling chastisement of the flesh from her strong, sensitive young stud.




Millicent and the Stranger



Having slinkily divested herself of her official Scouts' fleece and blouse, Millicent turned away from her lover, and slowly pulled her thick tights down over her broad arse, then seated herself to sensuously roll the woollen hose down her chubby legs, before kicking them free with a flourish. Her hands behind her head, the plump fifty-three year old paraded up and down before the curate of St Oswald's in her decidedly non-uniform issue lacy black bra and panties, blowing him kisses as she wiggled her splendid rump. Then having teased her neckerchief from its woggle, the scout-mistress ran the scarf tantalisingly back and forth between her generous thighs, bending to thrust her enormous satin clad rear in the young churchman's awe-struck face.

Performing this sensuous striptease for the delight of the man who loved her, Millicent saw her over-weight middle-aged body though his adoring eyes, and knew herself to be desirable. 

But then this was a lesson Millicent Darby had been taught before. How shocked her sweet, gentle Peter would be if ever he was to learn of her encounter with the silent stranger in the woods.

END 



Millicent Meets Cody and Bryan



"No fucking way, dude!"

My friend Cody couldn't believe my story about meeting Rose and going back to her apartment. I don't even know why I told him. We were both a little drunk and it was late.

"You stripped and jacked off for this old lady?"

"Yep."

"I can't see myself doing that shit."

He pretended to be totally grossed out by the whole thing, except that I noticed he was adjusting his khakis to avoid having a noticeable hardon.

Cody and I are best friends. We both go to college together, except that I'm a year older. Even though he's 21, he looks way younger because he's thin and wiry kind of short. He gets carded all the time, which pisses him off. I think that sometimes he acts tougher than he is to make up for how he looks, which is basically like a high school kid. 

Well I must have left a lasting impression on Rose because about a year later I was sitting in a coffee shop reading a magazine when I look up and see Rose standing there. This was the first time seeing Rose since I ran into her at Barbara's bookstore last winter. 

"May I join you?" Rose asked.

"Sure," I said, hoping none of my friends would notice me sitting with her.

"I wonder if I might engage you for a service," she said.

"What kind of service?" I wondered, figuring she wanted to see in the raw again.

"Well, my best friend Millicent is having a birthday next week." She paused trying to find the right words. "Well, we share our little secrets and I told her about our incident last year."

"You did?" I was pretty shocked. Of course, I told Cody, didn't I?

"Yes, and I believe she was a little jealous," she smiled. "I'd like to bring her a boy of her own to look at."

"What do you mean, a boy of her own?" I asked.

"Well, Bryan, I'm wondering if you and one your friends would mind entertaining us for the evening next week." I'll tell you: Rose had gotten a whole lot bolder since the last time we met!

"Well, jeez, Rose, I don't know, I mean that was a one-time thing ..." I mean where did she come off?

"Oh, I would expect to pay you."

I didn't say anything, but my face showed I was interested.

"Five hundred apiece, for you and one your college friends," she said.

I told her I'd think it over, then I called Cody. 

"Is this some fucking joke?" he said.

"No. Its five hundred bucks," I said, "for each of us." "Shit," he muttered.

"And," I said, "I don't have a job and neither do you. So I say we do it."

"And she wants us to parade around her house naked?"

"Yea, that's basically it."

"Our friends better not find out about this," he said. Which meant he'd do it.

So the following week, we met up at the bookstore, then walked over to Rose's apartment. The doorman was expecting us and we were let up to her high rise. I could tell Cody was getting more and more nervous the closer we got. When we were in the elevator together, he just kept shifting back and forth on one foot and looking up at the ceiling.

"Relax, dude," I said.

He nodded but didn't say anything.

Rose let us in. I introduced her to Cody and she smiled approvingly. "Oh, Millicent will just adore him," she said. 

She led us down the hall to the bathroom. "You will each attend to one us," Rose explained.

"Like a waiter?" Cody said.

She smiled, "Yes, dear. Like a waiter. You will bring out the food and drink and socialize with us. Is that understood?" Yes, Rose, had become much more assertive in a year!

"Here's the washroom," she said. "You can ..." she paused for a moment. "You can .. disrobe here." 

"So you want us to come out naked," I said.

"Yes Bryan, I very much do," Rose smiled. Rose then left to attend to Millicent and we went into the bathroom. The same bathroom I was in a year ago. I kicked off my Reeboks and rolled up my socks in a ball. Then I pulled off my T-shirt and hung it on the back of the door. I unbuckled my belt and let my shorts fall to the floor. I turned around, wearing just my boxers, and looked at Cody. He hadn't taken off a stitch.

"What's the problem?"

He kept looking at the floor. "I just don't know if I can go through with this, man."

"Of course you can, " I said. "Think of the five hundred bucks. No big deal."

"I think walking around with my dick hanging out is a big deal," he said in a loud whisper. 

There was a knock on the door. "How are you boys coming?"

"Just fine, Rose," I said. "One more minute."

"It's a couple of hours, dude, and then you'll forget about it." 

Resigned to his fate, Cody started to take his clothes off. He was wearing sandals, so those came off right away. He unbuttoned his shirt and hung it up next to mine. Then he sat down on the edge of the tub and pulled off his jeans, revealing tighty-whitey underwear. We both laughed.

"I guess this is it," he said, and then we both pulled down our shorts together. It wasn't the first time we'd seen each other naked. We used to shower together after working out at school. We both have smooth chests, but he's darker. He has brown eyes and wavy dark brown hair; I'm a blue eyed blond. He's a couple inches shorter, skinnier, but he's got more hair on his legs. And, yea, I have to admit that his cock is decent sized.

Another knock on the door. 

"We're ready Rose," I said. The door opened and Rose scanned me from head to toe, her eyes stopping briefly at my crotch. My dick was sort of half hard. 

"You look wonderful, Bryan," she said, "Even better than I remember." Then she looked at Cody, whose cheeks were flushed from embarrassment. 

"You look very young," Rose said.

"He's 21, Rose."

"A little shy?" she said.

He nodded. "Follow me," said, "Its time we unveil you."

I came out first, behind Rose. Cody followed me, through the hallway, and out into the large well lit living room. Millicent was seated in an easy chair and rose to greet us. 

"Millicent," Rose announced, like this was a formal gathering, "I would like to present Bryan." She looked at me like she was staring at a vision for like a whole minute. Then she smiled and said, "I've heard a lot about you, Bryan." 

I took her hand and kissed it. Then she looked at my dick, which started twitching visibly.

Millicent appeared a little younger than Rose, but probably wasn't. Her hair was tinted a sort of funny shade of red and she was wearing a light sort of summery pantsuit.

I said, "This is my buddy, Cody."

They both looked at eachother and froze.

"Cody?"

"Mrs. Fenwick?"

Rose said, "What, Millicent? Do you know this young man?"

"Why, yes," Millicent said, "this was - is - the neighbor boy Cody, who used to mow my lawn when I lived in Oak Park. He used to play with my niece Kelly."

Cody was speechless, but instinctively covered his dick with his hands. 

"Well how nice," Rose said. "You two already know eachother!"

Cody was red as a beet. But when Millicent offered her hand to him, he reached out and kissed it, unveiling his dick to her.

"Why don't you boys bring out the wine and hors d'oeuvres," Rose said. "They're in the kitchen."

Rose and Millicent watched our asses as we headed off to the kitchen. 

There was wine on the counter with two empty glasses. I started pouring while Cody found some snacks in the microwave. 

"This is fucking embarrassing, man!" Cody whispered to me. "That lady knows my mom!"

"Relax," I told him. "She's not gonna tell anyone."

Cody brought out the platter of snacks, meatballs and cheese mostly, and I brought out the wine. Our dicks were semi-erect now and the ladies watched us flop back and forth while we serving them.

"We have such lovely waiters, don't we Millicent?" Rose said smiling.

I looked across the table and saw Cody pouring wine for Millicent. 

"Yes, I remember Cody when he was only 10 or 11 ..." Millicent said, looking over his naked body. "He's quite a man now." She ran her hands up his legs. "Did you notice his hairy legs, Rose?"

"I did indeed," said Rose. All this attention to Cody's legs made him blush. It also caused his dick to thicken in little stages until it pointed straight up to the ceiling. This fascinated both of the ladies. Millicent looked up at Cody and then over to Rose and said, "I love the way young men show their feelings, don't you Rose?" This made Cody's cheeks even redder.

"Yes, I do," Rose said looking up at me. Seeing my buddy's raging erection caused me to get one too. In a couple of seconds my penis was sticking straight out.

Rose looked up at me and me smiled. "Now how do you boys do that?"

"I don't know Rose," I said. "It just happens."

A couple of glasses of wine later, the ladies were standing at our sides looking us over. Millicent was stroking Cody's hairless chest and caressing his nipples. Rose was running her hands up and down my butt. 

"Look," Rose said to me. "you're leaking." 

"Pre-cum," I said.

"Oh yes," she remembered. Rose gently dabbed her finger around my piss slit and swirled the pre-cum around the head of my cock.

Millicent's hands started down Cody's chest and stomach and stopped where a trail of hair started just below his belly. 

Rose's hands started to explore my ass. She boldly brushed her finger against my butthole which caused my boner to pop up.

I looked across the table and saw Millicent gently take hold of Cody's dick. Almost on cue Rose wrapped her fingers around my erect penis.

The two ladies were getting ready to milk their boys. It was going to be a competition: who would come first? I knew I'd lose. Cody's dick looked like a pink ICBM getting ready to fire. 

Millicent seemed to know what she was doing as she rhythmically jerked Cody's cock. I helped Rose get into the groove but it didn't take long for her to start pumping for real.

Cody closed his eyes and moaned softly, "Oh fuck."

Millicent pumped a little harder and then I heard Cody breathe heavily and say, "Fuck, I'm gonna shoot."

His cum shot into the air like a cannon, some of it going over his shoulder and some of it landing on his chest and in his hair.

It didn't take long for me to follow suit - spurt, spurt, spurt - onto Rose's fine white tablecloth.

Afterwards, no one said a word. The ladies took some sips of their wine and we just stood there with our penises still swollen. Feeling weird. Millicent used a napkin to clean off Cody's hair and chest. The ladies both watched us wipe the excess cum off our own cocks. Then Rose tipped her glass to her friend and said, "Happy birthday Millicent."

The ladies bade us to go into the living room and sit. Somehow doing this, we felt even more naked than we were before. Cody sat next to Millicent on the couch, his hands awkwardly on his knees, his now soft dick in plain sight. Rose sat in an easy chair and motioned me to sit on a recliner. The seat arched back and I sat there with my dick hanging down between my spread legs and my butthole exposed. Which is I guess just what Rose wanted.

In this totally surreal and embarrassing scene, the ladies engaged us in conversation, like asking us what sports we played and whether we have girlfriends. They just dug the fact that we were sitting there totally exposed like it was nothing. And Millicent was fascinated with Cody, she just looked over every inch of him. After about 20 minutes of this banter, Rose must have felt she got her money's worth. 

"Well I'm sure you boys have other things to do," she said, which was our cue to get up. "Just wait here," she said, as if we could go anywhere. She told us that she left our checks next to our clothes in the bathroom. The embarrassment of the last half hour had caused our dicks to thicken up a little, which gave the ladies another little thrill. 

Just then there was a knock on the front door. Both ladies were caught off guard. Who knocks on the front door in a high rise? Rose went over to answer it, a bit out of our view. We heard her talking to someone and hearing "oh, the doorman let you up ... well, we're in the middle of something ... oh no ..." and in a flash a girl about our age comes traipsing in and comes face to face with two naked boys - namely us! 

She froze and dropped her backpack on the floor with a thud. She stared at me, first looking at my face and then letting her eyes drop down to my chest, stomach, and then half-hard dick. Then she looked over at my the dark haired boy behind me and said, "Cody? Is that you?"

Millicent came out from behind us and said. "Well, this is unexpected. Boys, I'd like you to meet my niece Kelly."

"Kelly, this is Bryan."

"Hi," I said, embarrassed smile, dick hanging out.

"Kelly," said Millicent, "you remember Cody."

Cody, his head down in embarrassment, and both hands covering his penis, said feebly, "Hi Kelly."

"I remember him all right," she said smiling, "but not like this!"

So for me, and poor Cody, the story wasn't quite over. Or to put it more accurately, one story ended and another was about to begin.



Millicent



The discovery that really piqued my interest was that while Morgan was married to Harry's daughter Sarah, investigators discovered he was carrying on affairs with women that worked for him as well as other women outside the firm. I had known Sarah Stanhope all my life and considered her to be as close to an Aunt as I could have. She was my only Aunt, actually, and I was really fond of her.

I approached my Dad with what had been found out and he told me to continue with the financials and that he would take care of the personal matters with Harry. Looking back I don't know why I did, but I asked the investigators to continue their observations of Morgan and copy me on their findings.

So while we were researching Morgan and evaluating their client base, we also started the business plan for a new company that would merge the M&A activities of Stanhope-Bishop with those of Morgan. The more involved I became with that business plan, the greater my interest in moving into a substantial role with the new company. Harry Stanhope started involving me more directly in the project and shared the CVs of a few people he was interested in. I'm not sure why because I'm an analyst and not an HR professional. 

In any event, one of the CVs was very interesting. It was for a man named David Stone and he worked directly for Harry as his principle investment advisor. His background was impressive and to add color, he was a former navy aviator. I remembered his name because I had seen it on some of the work papers I referenced in early work but I didn't recall if I had ever seen him in the offices. Whatever the case, Harry was considering him for the top job in the new company.

Returning to San Rafael after one particular trip, I was surprised with another finding by the investigators working on the Morgan case. Roger Morgan was having an affair with David Stone's wife. The whole project and merger case was turning into a soap opera. I was still trying to flush my own personal soap down the toilet and now I was wading right into another one.

I held onto the Stone folder and occasionally would look at it. Having never met the man, it wasn't a crush or anything but I kept his photograph on top of the file. He was pleasing to the eyes and after a while I started letting my downtime thoughts drift to David or a man like him. I let his image fuel fantasies in the evening hours and the mystery man almost always ended up being a mature version of my ex-husband, Michael. Over four years later I still loved him and I hated myself for what I had done to him, to both of us.

We continued keeping tabs on Morgan and the business right up to the acquisition. It was done after business hours on a Friday afternoon and I remember my Dad taking me and one of his assistants, Olivia, out to dinner that night toasting to what all of us believed would be a great business success. Dad revealed to us that evening that we would be pushing hard for the new company to step in immediately to transition to new ownership. Harry and Dad had one of their managers on site that evening and would manage operations on an interim basis until the new CEO was appointed. That was to be David Stone if he accepted.

"Dad, I want to join the new company. Are you OK with that?"

He looked at me for a bit.

"Have you exorcised your old demons? You know what I mean."

I did and I think that I had. I wasn't dating anybody and I still didn't want to but the old Millicent was dead and buried. I was now 27 years old, newly risen from the ashes, a fitting addition to a new company called Phoenix Financials Group. I didn't tell him that I still sheltered a love for Michael in my heart.

"Dad, I am as ready for a new adventure as I'll ever be. I know this means moving east but I'm only a flight away from you and Mom. Besides, I know all the secrets of Phoenix." I smiled at him and he nodded and agreed.

Olivia just sat there with a smile on her face taking it all in. She and Dad were together a lot and I know she'd get her bones jumped later that evening. In any event I liked her although if she thought my Dad was the marrying kind, she's in for an awakening. My Mom has always had first dibs on getting William Bishop to claim a new wife.

The first working meeting we had on Phoenix was the following Wednesday. Harry Stanhope approached David with interest in the role and he flew out here to meet with Dad. I stayed busy pulling analyticals while they met and when lunch was ready, I interrupted them and got my first look at David in the flesh. He was everything my stray thoughts imagined and probably more. I think I unnerved him a bit because the cat got his tongue for a moment but we got past that and enjoyed lunch. Later that afternoon, Dad told me to have my game face on the following morning because I was going to get put through the paces. So I did.

I put my game face on along with perfect makeup, a nice sleeveless green dress that hugged my form with a strand of pearls, did my hair brushed out instead of pulled back and left a button or two undone. There was nothing slutty about it. It was all professional but he was going to know he was working with a woman who knew how to look like a woman.

I entered the room with the sun to my back and I think my presence startled him at first. David sat there looking at me with his mouth partly open before he made introductions. Sitting next to him was an oddly attractive young woman, a few years younger than me. She was dressed in what I would call chic business attire but she had this gelled back navy blue hair coloring on one side that I thought was cool as hell although unexpected. McKinsey would never in a million years allowed it.

"Millicent, please, join us. We were just getting ready to start. This is Kiera Wilson, my M&A analyst who joined us yesterday. Kiera, this is Millicent Bishop, one of the principles Mr. Stanhope has been working with on the Phoenix project."

I think we eyeballed one another for a moment, shook hands and then David proceeded to inform us of our tasks for the day. When he finished it was almost time for my tongue to hang out of my mouth! He was having the two of us do a complete analytical organization of the new firm using the process mapping that he and Dad had done the day before. I mean, this was like having a week's worth of analysis crammed into one day. I looked over at Kiera, shrugged and said let's do it. David left us to our devices.

"Millicent, have you ever done this before?"

"Kiera, I might ask the same thing of you but to your question, I've done it several times but not on this hurried a timeline. Let's grab some coffee, crack our heads together and take a shot at it."

That's exactly what we did. We worked through lunch and by mid-afternoon, we were really done except for the polish. We got to know each other at that point.

"You know, David is going to hire you and want you to fly back with us tomorrow or at least be there first thing Monday morning."

Kiera said it more as a statement of fact than a question or inquiry.

"I told him he just wants to have chicks working for him."

We kind of laughed about it and I think for the first time in quite a while I was able to joke and talk about men with another woman. For years I had shut myself down in that way and Kiera seemed to open me back up. We talked about our backgrounds and family, likes and dislikes. My being from the Bay area with all its freaks and alt lifestyles seemed to put Kiera at ease and in turn it was easy for me to relate to her. So we bonded.

"If you take his offer, Millicent, why don't you stay at my apartment for a while, until you can get settled? You can practically walk to where the old offices are and I'm right in the heart of everything close to the river front."

The old Millicent would never have considered it. The new one snapped up the opportunity and a new friendship was birthed that afternoon. Just as Kiera stated, David offered me the position after we knocked it out of the park. I would join them on the flight back east tomorrow morning.

So that is how I happened to be on a Boeing 767 soaking up the bright rays of that morning sunshine on my way to a new life, new friends and a new beginning at the age of 27. Kiera was napping on my shoulder and I watched David from across the aisle, one row up. I had a chance to physically study him for a while. He was super athletic looking but not in a ball player way. He looked like one of those guys that could do the Triathlete competitions, trim, lean, muscled, focused as much as anything. He looked like an older version of my Michael.

I kept referring to him as my Michael. We had been divorced for five years now and I had not laid eyes on him since he kissed me in parting that day. For all I knew he had remarried and had a couple little kids running around. The worse part of it was that as I sat there thinking about it, tears filled my eyes and I wanted to cry but I couldn't, not there. Kiera had woken up and she reached over and patted my tears with a tissue.

"Do you want to talk about it?

I looked at her and saw sympathy and compassion in my new friend. "Maybe later, OK?"

Later was good. "I can pull myself together and protect myself again", I thought and just as quickly dismissed that idea. I wanted to talk to someone and to relieve myself of this horrible burden. 

We landed on time and David went his way as we flagged a taxi. Twenty minutes later we were at Kiera's apartment and she was right. She lived right in the heart of everything. Cafes, bars, shops, art galleries and only a short walk to the river. It was perfect. Both of us freshened up and she grabbed my hand and let us out the door.

The air was scented with the smells of food and there was a bustle everywhere. We entered a small café, ordered something light off the menu and had a couple beers brought to the table.

"OK, miss perfect west coast rich girl who has it all, spill the shit." 

Of course she smiled when she said it but she meant it too.

"First, I'm not perfect. I'm not rich, my dad is, I only have what I brought with me and do you have all afternoon??"

We did have the afternoon and that's what we did, spill out everything under the sun. I told her about my high school days, going to college, getting married, fucking it up and doing penance for the last five years. I didn't sugar coat it or hide anything. I also told her I thought David was fucking hot as hell.

Kiera told me just about everything significant in her life, her fucked up divorced parents, growing up on a little farm just outside the city, even how she was almost raped when she was 16 at an AC-DC concert. A friend nearly castrated the dumb ass offender. The thing she always kept coming back to was how damn lucky she felt to have had this big break with David and Phoenix.

"I mean, when he called me right out of the blue like that and offered me this job, I would have given him my ass in gratitude and I NEVER give that to anybody!"

"Well, I don't know if I would have done that but it doesn't hurt to think on it a bit."

We both laughed together and I thanked the gods that I could have a friend finally to confide and laugh with. We both had a couple more beers, ate a bit of food and went back to the apartment to crash for a bit. Kiera informed me that we were going to go out later that night, meet some of her friends and get plastered.

OK, so I should have expected it because she was a nut but when Kiera came out of the bathroom stark naked with all her piercing jewelry in and her hair colored three ways to kingdom come, I couldn't help it. I belly roared with laughter and then I realized she was fucking hot as hell. If I was a lesbian I would not have wanted to go anywhere. She stood there looking at me with a sly grin on her face. She has this really intricate leopard tattoo done in grey ink that is just plain beautiful. It laps at her neck and travels down the side of her torso before snaking over to her navel. Her nipples are pierced, ears, nose stud, brow piercings and if I caught it right, there was a glint of gold or silver on her pussy. She is beautiful.

Me? I don't have a single tat and the only things pierced are my ears and one nipple. I didn't get the other one done because it fucking hurt so bad and the one I did have done has since closed up.

"Jesus, Kiera, you are fucking gorgeous. Don't even tell me you don't have a man stashed somewhere."

"Nope, don't have one of those hiding anywhere but I'm not averse to using one once in a while. What about you? You look like you could have walked right out of Cosmo."

" Same here although I haven't been with a man since before my breakup."

She looked at me almost incredulously. "That will change."

The place we went to was called "The Pub". It was one of her favorite haunts and it was jumping that night. We walked in, Kiera in full alt regalia and I was dressed in my favorite jeans and my go everywhere 49ers tee. I seemed to me that she knew everybody in there and before long we were seated in a booth with three other people. Other people kept coming over to hug and say hello and Kiera made a point of introducing me to everybody. Then the beers started flowing.

After an hour or so, Kiera nudged me and pointed.

"David"

He was sitting at one end of the bar and appeared to be settling his tab. As he rose to leave, Kiara chimed in.

"No fucking way is that hunk of a man going to walk out of here. Let's go get him!"

I was half smashed and would have been game for just about anything at that point. We both got up and headed for the door to catch up with him. Just as he was turning to go down the street, we took him by the arms and stopped him in his tracks.

"Where in hell did you think you were going?" Kiera asked.

About two minutes later, he was seated between the two of us in the booth with introductions made and a new round of pints on the way. At this point things start to get just a bit hazy. I remember toasting to new found friendship, having to chug a round and somehow making it to the ladies room and back unscathed. At some point we got up to go and we were arm and arm with David heading back to the apartment. I didn't remember much after that the next morning but I've recalled some of the memories since although I haven't told David or Kiera about it. I'm just going to keep that my own happy secret.

According to Kiera, David and I were doing Tequila and ended up totally naked doing shots off each other. David doesn't remember a thing but we all woke up naked in bed together the next morning. I'm pretty certain I never fucked him but if I was doing shots off of him as Kiera said, then I might have done something else. Whatever the case, we swore ourselves to secrecy the next morning.

I spent the rest of the weekend recuperating and getting ready to hit the ground on Monday morning. Both Kiera and I walked into the building and David had us set up on the first floor along with a couple people that Dad had sent out to help us. The Morgan nameplate was still out front and one of the first things the guys did was have it taken down and replaced with the Phoenix Financials Group logo.

Next up was the ax cutting. Some of the middle level people were staying on and several of the clerical and administrative positions remained filled with the incumbents. The rest were let go with severances and separation pay. There was nobody left upstairs on the exec floor. By noon, all the old wood was gone and Dad's HR VP met with David to discuss filing out the chart Kiera and I had worked on the previous Friday. For us it was time to start diving into the portfolios.

This transition and examination went on for the next four weeks and when it was complete, Kiera and I put on our wings and took to the air. We were jumping feet first into M&A and this was when the jobs started to become exciting. We travelled all over the place including Europe and South America doing due diligence for the firm as well as larger clients. With neither of us being married with families, there was nothing holding us back from jumping on a plane on short notice and traveling all over the country. We kept up the fast pace for about a year and I then found myself back in San Rafael for a week long job working out of Dad's office.

I think it was a Wednesday evening and I had just settled down to enjoy a local Napa vintage while running through my calendar. The hotel bar was rather quiet. I had chosen the hotel because I didn't want to intrude on Dad and his own "night life" plus Kiera was on this trip and was meeting up with a guy she had met the previous time she was here. So, I did the Meritage in Napa.

"Would you mind if I took this seat?"

I looked up and at first, for a split second it seems, I didn't recognize him. Then that flash of acknowledgement followed by a startled jolt to the heart found me looking up into dark brown eyes and curly dark hair.

"Oh my God, Michael."

I was at a loss for words and couldn't form anything to come out of my mouth. I think he realized I was stricken.

"Millicent, you are looking great. In town on business?"

I got my voice back.

"Oh my God, Michael ... Yes, I took a job back east a little over a year ago and I had to do some work out of Dad's office. What are you doing here, Michael? Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that."

" Oh, I just drove a client back here to the hotel. We had dinner and he needed to call it an early evening so I thought I would stop in here for a drink before heading back to my own hotel. I'm staying down the road at the Hilton in San Rafael."

At that point, my eyes were tearing up and I thought I was going to cry. I dried them with a tissue.

"Oh don't mind me, please, Michael, I just get emotional at times. It's a woman thing." I tried to laugh but it came out forced. I really did want to cry.

"I never thought I'd ever see you again, Michael." At that point I did and Michael hugged me and held me while I wept on his shoulder.

"Let's take a table out of the way, Milli."

Nobody had called me Milli since we were married and I thought I was going to burst out again but I didn't. I smiled nervously and agreed. Somehow I pulled myself together and we grabbed a table off in the corner of the common area. He looked good, tanned and relaxed. I guess most noticeable to me was that he seemed happy.

"Milli, before we say anything else, I want to tell you that I don't have any grudges to hold against you and that I've completely forgiven what you did when we were together, seriously."

"Michael, I don't know how, how you could ever forgive me for what I did. I can't forgive myself, I never have."

"I know. I ran into your Dad a while back and had lunch with him and one of his people from the office, Olivia. We kind of mended the fences between us. I mean, you know, he never did really approve of me and when we divorced I just assumed the worse because I never talked to anybody about it. But he shared the scoop with me and how you were doing with the monastic life."

Michael had a half smile on his face and I just kept listening.

"So that kind of led to having casual lunches on occasion and especially with Olivia. Milli, that woman is your biggest ally. Don't ever get on her bad side!"

I couldn't help but laugh at that. I couldn't picture Olivia ever being really mad or having a bad side.

"Michael, Dad never said anything to me at all and Olivia, yeah, I know, she is great."

"I asked him not to talk to you about our lunches. He told me how well you were doing and everything. Olivia kind of laid out the lay of the land with how you were doing. You never date, don't have any relationship, not much of a social life, you know, all things you never want anybody to say about you."




Millicent



"Oh, but Olivia is wrong. I get out although it's true I haven't done any dating. I've been too busy with work and all."

I lied about that but I didn't want to talk about why I didn't date. My shame at what I had done was still too great and I still had that love in my heart. But the big reason? I saw the ring on his left hand and knew that he had moved on and there was another sweetie in his life. Then I committed.

"Are there any little Michaels yet? I can see you found someone." He toyed with his ring for a little bit and looked up at me with just a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"Yeah, well, not a Michael but a little Clara. She is two years old. She looks like my mom is what everybody tells me but I see her mom every time. I met Deb a couple years after we split, everything connected and we got married a year later. Another year and Clara came along."

Michael looked just a bit melancholy for a moment and then his smile returned.

"Michael, where do all you live now? Still around here?"

"No, no, I left the area and went up to Portland for a while and met Deb and after we married, ended up in Eugene. She did a teaching stint until the baby came and now, she's handling things best she can at home. We are actually getting ready to move back to her home town in Tennessee so she can be closer to her family."

"Oh my God, seriously? That's where I'm living, well, when I'm actually home that is, in the Memphis area."

"Yeah, that's what your Dad said, that you were a hillbilly now. Deb is from Germantown, just outside of Memphis."

That was a bit of a shocker. The one man I still loved was married now, with a baby and was moving to where I lived. That was a lot to digest. Then he threw in another ringer.

"Deb wants to meet you when we get settled in. We still have to close on our house first but once that's done, we'll be moving. Her mom want us to live in her house because it's so large and she is just finishing on a new house further out in the country. We'll see how things go."

He must have read the look on my face.

"Michael, why would your wife want to meet me? Doesn't she know our story?"

"Oh yes, she knows every bit of it. She knew it before we married. Milli, Deb is the one who got me grounded and showed me that all of us can change for the better and become that person they want to be. She laid herself bare and shared every transgression she made in her first marriage and always told me that someday you and I would sit down and have this conversation and be friends again. It wouldn't be who were both were before but two new people with shared experiences. So regardless of what you want, Deb wants to meet you. She wanted to meet you before we got married but I wasn't ready."

He just had this big grin on his face and all I could really do was agree.

"OK, when you get there, we'll do dinner and make a night of it, I promise. I don't have my own place. I share an apartment with a close friend and coworker so we can hit a nice place for dinner."

"Or maybe we'll invite you to our place and you can meet Clara as well."

We chatted for a bit longer and then we hugged and kissed goodbye. As I watched him walk away and turn back and wave, I had strong competing feelings. I was so happy for the joy in his life and at the same time I was mourning the loss in my own. Michael had successfully moved on and had a new family. As I sipped the last of my wine, I knew I still loved him and I always would. I also knew I needed to do something different.

It didn't necessarily work out that way. I cuddled up with a pillow in my dark hotel room and cried myself to sleep. It was as if I was transported back six years and the loss was fresh and new. I think Kiera picked up on it through the rest of the week and on the flight back home, I shared the story with her.

When we got back, we changed and hit our favorite place and I ended up doing what all the guys say they do when they have just broken up. I ended up getting laid for the first time in all those years. The guy wasn't special. He was just a normal college kid who got lucky. I like to think I gave him the best pussy he has ever had but the truth was I really wasn't in to like I would have been if he had been someone special. I got off on it and he got his nut and then I made him leave. I didn't want to wake up with him in my bed the next morning.

After he left, I just laid there thinking about what I wanted. I didn't want the one nighters. He had just shown me that. I wanted monogamous companionship with somebody I was compatible with and could enjoy more than just a fuck. So from that point on, I did date but I wasn't easy. Married men were off limits, even David although he was never in the picture. No college pussy hounds allowed. No guys from work. Kiera had a close call with one of those. So I ended up dating single guys I encountered on engagements. That was the even keel for a while and then I took a call one morning while in my office.

"Hi, Milli. You game for a home cooked dinner this evening?"

"Michael! Of course. You guys have moved in already?"

Michael and I had talked a couple times since our meet up in Napa a few months ago. I knew he had sold his house.

"Yep and Deb is still wanting to meet you so how about our place at 6? I'll give you directions or I can pick you up if you want."

"Tell me how to get there and I'll be there."

We ended the call and I was walking on a cloud for the rest of the day, albeit nervously. I was meeting Michael's wife and baby and I wasn't sure how I was going to handle that. It didn't really matter. I arrived promptly at 6PM and was greeting by both Michael and Deb with warm embraces. Peeking out from behind her daddy's leg was the cutest little tyke named Clara. She was adorable with curly light brown hair and dark brown eyes. Her mom had dressed her in a bo peep style dress with a beautiful blue ribbon in her hair. When Michael introduced her to me, she gave me the sweetest little girl hug and I thought I was going to cry.

Deb was quite short, at least compared to me. I was just short of six feet and if Deb was anything over five feet I would have been surprised. She was petite in every respect. But the thing that grabbed my attention was the scarf she wore over her head. It was very attractive and almost like a deadhead wrap. What it covered was the head of a woman who had lost all her hair. She was going through chemo.

"Please, Milli, please come in and have a seat in here." 

Deb led us into the living room and I grabbed a place on the couch and before I could get settled, little Clara jumped up and sat next to me. She was inquisitive about everything. Michael excused himself to tend to something in the kitchen and Deb took a seat on the couch as well. We chatted about a number of things, mostly trivial and expected chit chat stuff and then she asked me the question.

"Milli, you still love Michael, don't you?"

I looked into her eyes and saw her compassion as well as the struggle she was going through.

"Ms. Ethredge, Deb, I have always loved Michael and I always will but I know that he loves you and this precious little girl so much. I can see it in all of you together."

I wanted to cry but I fortified myself.

"I did some really stupid, rotten things what seems like a lifetime ago and I can never forgive myself for it. I know what I lost and why and I know I deserve every bit of it. But, when we get right down to it, I know I'll always love him no matter who I'm with or what I'm doing and no matter who I end up spending the rest of my life with, that man is going to know that I will always have a special place for the man who first captured my heart."

At that point, I nervously cried and laughed at the same time.

"Look at us, this is such silly girl talk." I dabbed the tears in my eyes and we were rescued by Michael who told us dinner was ready. Somewhere along the road of life, Michael had learned to be a chef. It was fantastic. When we finished, Clara's Nana stopped by and picked her up for a stay over at her house allowing the adults to enjoy and converse. I gave the little girl a big hug before she went.

The three of us settled into the living room with wine and good conversation. I think I went on too long about my Kiera and work experiences but eventually, we got to the subtle elephant in the room, kind of picking up where we left off earlier.

"Milli, I guess you can see already that I'm having some health issues. I was diagnosed with breast cancer earlier this year and had a mastectomy. Now, I'm doing these god damn chemo treatments but we think we're beating it. It seems it's going into remission and my doc feels good about it. I feel like shit sometimes but I'll get over it. My last treatment was last week so we are keeping our fingers crossed.

"Michael, go do something, will you, please honey?"

He got up and said "I have my marching orders."

Deb continued once he left to do whatever he was expected to do which I actually thought was funny.

"Milli, I just want you to listen, OK? Will you do that for me and then you can talk your heart out?"

I nodded and she beamed a big smile.

"OK, I've wanted to meet you since Michael first told me about your marriage and how it turned out. That was way back before we were ever married but of course I had no way of knowing what path you had chosen for yourself. Then when Michael met up with your father a few months ago, it kind of coincided with my surgery and when he shared with me what he knew of you, well, I pushed him for this.

You see, I did pretty much the same thing you did. I cheated on my hubby in the biggest way, right under his nose. I rubbed his nose in it without him even suspecting. It wasn't just one time or with one guy. I fucked several men over a couple of years and to tell you the truth, I loved every bit of it. I couldn't wait for the next time my hubby went out of town or the opportunity for a lunch time quicky. I guess I was an addict.

Well, what's the worse that can happen? You already know that. I did the same thing but it was with two black men right in my husband's bed and he did what Michael did with you. He walked right in on it. Unfortunately, he pulled his gun out and shot both men. They survived but one of them won't be fathering any children and the other one won't be having any sex, period. Danny, my ex, went to prison for three years, divorced me and was killed in a car accident a year after he got out. I didn't get a chance to sit down and talk to him. However that may be, I completely changed after he found out and shot them. I didn't want anything to do with a man. I wouldn't go out with anybody until I could live with myself.

By the time I had my head on straight, Danny was killed, I had taken a new job in Portland and was trying to rebuild my life. That was when I met Michael. Both of us didn't know what to do, Milli. He had been burned by you and I had already burned another man badly. Somehow we ended up having coffees together and that led to dinner and after a while I knew I loved him.

Milli, I couldn't move forward with him until I told him my story and who I had now become. That was when he opened up to me and told me about you and what you had done to him. I knew then and there that someday we would be sitting down and having this conversation. When he told me about your encounter at the divorce lawyer's office, I knew in my heart that you loved him and you knew what you had lost. Michael knew too and I showed him how people can change and be so remorseful they want to die.

So here we are, two peas from opposite ends of the pod. Milli, I would like for us to be friends. I want you and Michael to be friends. It has to be almost impossible to love someone and not be their friend. I couldn't wish that on anybody and I know who you have become. I want to be able to welcome you into our home and know that Clara has an auntie she can look up to?"

We both had tears in our eyes and I nodded and embraced her. I think we sat like that for the longest time as I wept on her shoulder. I never expected this in a million years. Of course I knew that she had Michael and deservedly so but to be able to be friends like this was beyond anything I had ever hoped for. I felt reborn.

Somehow we pulled ourselves together and joined Michael in his finished basement. When I left later that evening, I felt like a contented woman for the first time in a years- long journey. Deb's cancer did go into remission and her beautiful hair did grow back out. Over the next few months, life continued to hum along with the occasional kick by Kiera.

"Wake up sleepy head ... wake up."

I stirred from my slumber and opened my eyes to a naked tattooed and adorned nymphette slowly shaking my shoulder.

"What? What is it? It's 7 O'clock in the morning ... "

"OK, I'll just slip in here with you." And she did just that. She climbed in under the covers and snuggled up close to me pressing her naked body next to mine. OK, it was erotic but I wasn't really made that way although I did have those thoughts on occasion.

"You know, you tall blond goddess, if we were kitty cat girls, we'd never get out of bed." She reached around and teasingly pinched one of my nipples. Next thing I knew she was up and pulling the covers off me.

"Come on. We're going to the park. We promised Clara we would take her with us this morning and get her some beignets! Come on."

Then I remembered and I was up and in the bath in seconds. Kiera and I were at Michael and Deb's the previous evening and we promised our sweet little adopted girl that we would take her to the park with us and spend the day with her while her mommy and daddy went to the doctor. That little girl absolutely loved Kiera and her leopard tat. It was fabulous to watch.

We arrived about mid-morning, grabbed the Tyke and headed out to get those delicious powered donuts and hot chocolate. We had her on rides, stuffed with goodies and even had her on a pony for a while. It didn't help to have two hotties on her side to coax the old fellow into giving in. It was a great day.

When we walked back into the house and got Tyke ready for bed, there was a bit of an ominous air in the house when we went downstairs. Deb patted the couch at her side with Michael on the other side.

"The fucker has come back." She looked right into my eyes when she said it.

I knew what she meant. I could feel it in me. That god damn cancer had returned. Over the past several months I had come to love Deb immensely. She had brought me into their lives and given me a peace I hadn't had for so long. Now, the beast was rearing up and bringing its destruction.

We cried together and swore to beat this thing. Kiera and I stayed the night with them. Kiera shared a bed with Clara who was just over the moon about that. I lay down with Deb and Michael and slept with her between both of us. As I heard her falling asleep I looked up into Michael's tear stained face and burst into uncontrolled sobbing as I told him.

"I love both of you so much."

The next few months were difficult. Deb underwent additional chemo and Michael was falling to pieces when she couldn't see it. He put up a brave front when he was with her but he was emotionally shot when on his own. I didn't fare much better. Kiera and I had to continue travelling for work but David was also sympathetic to our wants. I had told him my story over a couple of beers one evening and he was a great listener. He gave us some home office work to do when he could but we were still traveling together pretty often. We were in L.A. on one trip when I got the call I didn't want to hear.

"Milli, you need to come back now. Deb wants to talk to you."

I was on the next flight and Kiera insisted on staying behind to cover. She would join me in a couple days. When I landed, I went straight to the house. Deb was on hospice care at this point and had really gone downhill over the last several days. I entered and Michael held me weeping softly. 

"She really needs you."

I walked into the bedroom and sat down next to the wasted little shell of a woman who lay there. She still looked beautiful regardless. Through it all she had maintained a happiness and peacefulness that was remarkable. While her voice wasn't nearly as strong as it once was, she could still talk to me. I kissed her lips and held her hand with tears flowing.

"Milli, I love you, I hope you know that and Clara loves you and listen to me. Michael has always loved you. Give him some time when it happens but I hope you will be there for him and Clara."

"Deb Ethredge, I love you and with God as my witness, I am never going to leave those two. I would rot in hell so don't you ever worry about that. Deb, you are the best thing to ever happen for Michael. Don't ever think otherwise."

She whispered "I know but you are his first true love and if I have my way you are going to be his last.'

I couldn't help it at that point. I burst into tears and sobbed uncontrollably holding this precious little woman. I could feel her weakening in my arms and I called out to Michael.

"Michael, bring Clara and come in here."

He did what I asked and the two of them lay next to her. Clara was nestled in Deb's arms and Michael held her in a lover's embrace. As they held each other, I touched Deb's brow and then slipped out of the room.

I was haunted by Michael's agony at Deb's passing. The pain and sorrow were etched into his face. Deb was right that he would need some time. I talked for a long while with Deb's mom and she went out of her way to keep me involved in Clara's life, both me and Kiera. I think Kiera took it harder than I did. She would break up if we started getting melancholy and she didn't want to be alone much. She started sleeping with me in my bed just for the comfort of a hug. Finally, she realized what was going on and talked with a counsellor about her way of dealing with the sorrow. That helped a lot but she didn't stop sleeping with me.

A couple months after the funeral, I called up Michael and asked him out to dinner. We chose Antoine's and had a quiet, reflective meal. The outward grieving had healed a bit although inside we were both hurting, him far more than I. I think the meal was more for assurances that I was there for him whenever he needed me. Both Kiera and I were spending more time with Clara than with anybody else but the grownups need the support too.

We started making the dinners a weekly event. Sometimes, Kiera would join and sometimes we included Clara but Michael and I made sure we ate together at least once a week. After a few months I could begin to see the old Michael, well, the old Michael from last year. His smile became frequent. He started eating more regularly. Deb's mom noticed it too.

"Millicent, have you thought about when you are going to make a move on Michael?"

I was a bit surprised by that but she assured me.

"Yes, Deb and I talked and I know what her wishes were, for you two to become a couple again when everything else settled down. I think she was banking that as an insurance policy when things went south for her. I was a bit apprehensive at first but she convinced me. She knows how much you love him and she sure as hell knows her husband. So, and listen young lady, this hard for a nana to say. My little grandbaby needs a mommy."

She was right. Deb did want that and after all this time thinking I could never have him again, I knew I wanted him and I was going to have to go after him.

After dinner one evening, I asked him to take me for a stroll along the riverfront. We were walking arm in arm enjoying the evening air. Eventually, we ended up at Kiera's and my apartment. She was out for the night.

"Michael, will you come inside with me, please?"




Millicent



I looked up into his eyes and that something between us came together. Nothing else mattered. Michael took my face in his hands, took my lips with his and kissed me. When we broke the kiss, I lead him up the steps, into the apartment, into my bedroom and after lighting several candles, I stripped my husband of his clothing, removed everything I was wearing and we made love on my formerly lonely bed until the wee hours of the morning.

When the sun broke and before we were fully awake, a naked tattooed and adorned nymphette burst into the room and leapt onto the bed.

"Wake up sleepy head" and as she proceeded to pull the covers back and snuggle up to me, Michael rolled over, looked at her before she could react and said "Wow. GREAT fucking tattoo!"

Without a bit of modesty, Kiera just sat there, all nipped out, and smiled. She made breakfast for us, bacon and eggs. It reminded me of that morning with David but I didn't go there. From that point on, Michael and I were a couple, monogamous in every respect except for those nights when Kiera wanted to snuggle but snuggle is all we ever did.

One of the odd coincidences in our crossed paths was that Deb and I shared marriage dates. We were both married on June 1. When Michael asked me to marry him the second time, I agreed under the condition that the date would remain the same, June 1. That meant we waited another 8 months before we became woman and husband again. When we did, Clara was our flower girl, Kiera was my maid of honor and Deb's mom had a special role as Mother of Honor. Of course my parents and Michael's widowed mom was there. When it was over, I was once again Mrs. Michael Ethredge and no matter what the case, no man or woman would ever come between us again.

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A year later, I sat in the birthing chair cursing every male member I could think of as 7 lb 8 oz Deborah Kiera Ethredge came into this world and was swaddled and set in my arms. My Dad and Mom were outside waiting to come in and Nana Mom was waiting with my daughter Clara along with Kiera and her mom, Darla and husband Daniel.

I looked down into the eyes of our second brown eyed princess with her curly brown hair and wept tears of joy for not only her precious addition to the family but for the restored lives of her proud parents.

Michael asked me adopt Clara with Nana Mom's blessings so I was now the proud mother of two daughters, a husband for the rest of my life and a best friend who still cuddles naked with me in bed. I keep Michael on the other side of course.