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We Need To Talk Ch. 03 (Conclusion)

By: julybear7



The week between Chris' proposal and the wedding, a new partner for Chris, the wedding night, a surprise. I hope you enjoy this. Votes and comments welcome. Signed comments will be answered. 

We Need to Talk (Conclusion)

Chris carried their suitcases out to the car while Sue said goodbye to the owners of the small bed and breakfast they had been staying at for the last few days of their honeymoon. The pair had spent the last month taking a series of one-, two-, and three-day trips around New York, enjoying its scenic sites from Niagara Falls to Lake Champlain, including the Finger Lakes wine country around his farm, and the older, gentler peaks of the Catskills. 

In-between trips they had returned to the farm, to check in with Ellen and see if she had changed her mind about accompanying them on their trips. They also were eager to see how Sue's sister, Liz, was getting on in her new job. 

It had taken all of Sue's will power to not rush into Ellen's shower and share the news the night Chris had proposed. Her will power and his arms holding her back. He had finally persuaded her to wait until they had sat down to dinner.

Making sure dinner was all set, they retired to the master bedroom and bath where they shared a shower. With remarkable restraint, they were in and out of the shower in less than a quarter of an hour. In keeping with the rest of the day, Chris and Sue had dressed for dinner in smiles only. Guessing correctly, Ellen had opted for panties only.

As they tucked into their salads, Ellen looked at her hosts, and commented, "You two look like the cat that finally caught the canary. Something up?"

Sue looked at Chris, who nodded. "Chris proposed to me while you were in the shower."

"And she said yes," added Chris.

"Of course she did," answered Ellen, with a wide grin. She rose and went to Sue, enveloping her in a tight hug. "Sue, I am so happy for you, and, if you don't mind, a whole lot jealous. I'm sure you understand why, after our walk."

"I do, Ellie, but this doesn't change our relationship with you. You are still welcome to share our bed; and as far as our unicorn chef here, when you share our bed, I'll share him with you."

"We'll see," she said, turning to Chris. "Congratulations to you, sir. I don't mind telling you, after our romp by the pool today, I envy Sue all to hell. While I still think I should leave tomorrow, especially now, I will stick around to see you safely off the market, sampling you as often as your fiancé will let me." She looked at Sue. "May I steal a kiss?"

"I'm the one you have to ask for that," replied Chris, reaching for her. As their lips met, his hands slid to her butt, and under the waistband of her panties, pushing them down.

Ellen broke the kiss. "Wha..."

"You're overdressed," stated Chris. "It's a house rule, starting now. If I am in the house, Sue and you must go commando, and, unless there are visitors, topless as well. Nor can you wear more clothing than I. And as you will see, I prefer to go nude," he continued, pushing the panties down until they dropped to her feet. "Now, sit so we can eat."

As she sat down, Ellen looked at the couple and asked, "So, have you had time to set a date?"

Sue shook her head. Chris spoke, "We can't get a license until Monday, and there's a three day wait period after that. Next Friday?" He looked at Sue, who was taking a bite of salad as he talked. Surprised by the question, she coughed, choking on the bite.

"Jeezus. Chris," laughed Ellen. "Don't you know you're supposed to give a girl a warning when you ask important questions like that? What's the hurry, anyway?"

"I don't want her to get away," he responded, smiling at Sue.

"Friday's fine, and don't worry. I have no intention of changing my mind. I told you last night the only way you'll get rid of me."

"What?" asked Ellen.

"Pack my bags and drop me at the nearest bus stop."

"Something tells me you're safe for a while,"Ellen laughed. "What can I get you for a wedding gift? Looking around, you certainly don't need housewares or linens. Let me pay for your honeymoon trip. As soon as you've decided where you want to go, let me know and I'll make the arrangements."

Sue leaned over to whisper to Chris. He smiled and nodded. "Ellen," Sue asked, "why don't you come with us?"

"Don't be silly. It is supposed to be a trip for the two, note the number, the two of you to celebrate becoming a family. Now, any ideas about where, and for how long?"

"Oh, I don't know. While Chris was gone, I looked at the New York Tourist site, to see what there was to see in the State. It looks like enough to keep us busy for a year, and it's all within a day's drive."

"Like what?" Chris and Ellen asked at the same time, then looked at each other and laughed.

"Well, as a teenager, probably like a lot of girls, I always wanted a romantic honeymoon in Niagara Falls, and it's only about an hour and a half or two hours away. And I remember hearing a lot about the Chatauqua experience, and the original is practically right down the road. 

"Then there's all the Revolutionary War sites, and the Erie Canal, and did you know there are more drumlins in New York than anywhere in the world? And the sailplane capitol of the world is only a little bit away. We could put together a series of day trips that would keep us busy until Halloween, hardly thinking about it."

"Drumlins?" asked Chris, "What are drumlins?"

"It's a kind of hill, usually running north and south; sometimes called a whale back hill because the south end is pretty steep and the north end kind of tapers off, so it resembles a whale. They're left over from the glaciers which covered NY about thirteen thousand years ago." 

"Is that what you want to do, drive around the state, looking at hill formations?" asked Ellen. "Under the circumstances, I can think of things a lot more fun."

Sue made a face at her. "Not just looking at the landscape, but also getting to know what the state has to offer. Besides, the driving time will give us plenty of time to talk, and get to know each other better. And there are little bed and breakfasts, and tourist homes all over the state if we want to make an impromptu stop," she said with a saucy smile.

"Chris," huffed Ellen, snorting, "you have completely corrupted this woman!" Seeing Sue's questioning look, she continued, "That is exactly the kind of honeymoon he wanted us to take when we got married. If there had been more time between semesters to do it, I'm sure he would have insisted instead of our quick trip to Chicago." Sue glanced at Chris, who was grinning. He nodded. Sue smiled and reached for his hand.

"Tomorrow, we can sit down and plan an itinerary, so we get to see and do all we want. In the meantime, it smells like dessert might be ready."

"Shit! It was supposed to come out ten minutes ago! I hope it didn't burn."

After having dessert outside, Chris pulled Ellen onto his lap and began lightly caressing the blonde's breasts. "Chris," she moaned, "shouldn't Sue be here instead of me?"

"Don't worry about it, Ellie," answered Sue. "No matter who else is in our bed, I'll be the last pussy he fucks each night, and the first one he has in the morning. If I can make it work, I'll fall asleep at night with that cock in me, and wake up with it in the same place."

"I told you, Sue. Hearing a woman talk dirty turns him on. I can feel his cock poking my ass. Much more talk like that and he'll be trying to get into my butt."

"Do you want it like that?" Sue asked, in a slyly suggestive tone.

"Oh, God, no! He barely fits in my vagina; he'd rip me apart. Hell, it used to hurt when Rick shoved his thumb in there; I can't imagine taking even a skinny cock, let alone the Unicorn here. Have you..."

"No, Tommy was pretty much straight vanilla when it came to sex. Sometimes, with enough to drink, he'd eat me, and he liked it if I ate him, but mostly it was missionary, or variations based on where we were. 

"His favorite variation was to take me in the easy chair in the living room. That was about the only time he'd even leave the light on. He'd push me back in the chair and lift my legs over his shoulders, then get in the chair on his knees..." She was interrupted by a load moan from Ellen.

Chris' hand was busy between Ellen's thighs, his two middle fingers stroking the inside of her sheath, his thumb busy stroking the little nub at the top of her slit. "That's... good... Chris... just... like... that... don't... stop... oh god... don't... who... no...don't ...oh... you... shit!!" she exclaimed as he withdrew his fingers.

"Time to go in," he said, helping her off his lap. "Then we can pursue some other fun stuff. Unh-uh, no touching," he said, taking her hands.

"Bastard," she said, smiling at him. "You'd better, or I'll tell Sue about your ticklish spot."

Inside, he pulled Sue to him for a kiss. "Why don't you two go shower while I close up the house and start the dishwasher? I'll join you in the bedroom in a bit. I'm going to e-mail Cara, my manager, that I'm home. You can finish what you started this afternoon, that I interrupted." 

His hand slid lightly over her breast, squeezing her nipple in his palm. "Just save some of you for me," he said, kissing her softly. Without withdrawing, she nodded, her tongue seeking entrance. 

"Mmm," he said, breaking the kiss. "I like what you said about you being the last pussy at night and first in the morning. Especially about sleeping with me buried in you. I think we'll start working on that tonight." His hands slid down over her butt, pulling her close. "Love you, babe," he whispered.

"I know. Me, too," she replied, also whispering, pulling him to her for another kiss. "Don't be long. I mean don't take too long. I want you long, very long," she laughed.

Sue found Ellen in her bedroom, gazing out the window at the final traces of sunlight settling on the horizon. She walked up behind the blonde and put her arms around her, supporting Ellen's breasts with her forearms. Resting her chin on Ellen's shoulder,, she kissed the other woman's ear, whispering "Chris said we should start without him, that we should pick up where we were interrupted this afternoon."

"Are you sure, Sue? After seeing Rick and Mike together, I don't know if I'm mad, sick, revengeful, or what. And Chris had me so aroused just now I'd fuck anything from an aardvark to a zebra."

"Mmm, that sounds promising. Am I sure? I think so. I was married for twenty years to a man who couldn't tell me he loved me. During those twenty years, he would only have sex in one position, only when he wanted to, and as soon as he came, it was over. I have learned more bout my sexual appetite in the last two days than I even knew to ask about over the last twenty years. 

"Until you asked the question this afternoon, I hadn't even considered making love with another woman. The brief sample we shared made me want to sample some more. Based on what Chris said when he proposed, you will most likely be the only woman I explore that part of me with, but while you're here, I would like to explore it. If you are willing."

Later, neither of them would be able to recall how they made it to the bed. Only that the experience was one of soft caresses, passionate kisses and embraces, "mmm's, ahh's, ooh's, yeses, and more's."

In his office, Chris was just finishing up the e-mail to his manager, letting her know he was at home and attaching his expense report, saying he had forwarded his narrative and summary to the client on Thursday evening. Just as he hit the send button, he heard what could only be described as a squeal come from Sue. Smiling he got up and headed for his room, expecting to join the women. As he pushed open the door, a long ,low "unnnhhhhh" was heard coming from the open door across and down the hall. 

When he entered the room, it was beautiful sight. A lovely nude blonde, sprawled on the bed, head to toe with an equally gorgeous nude redhead, both on their back, their heads resting on each other's thigh. The room was redolent with the smell of quim, eliciting a surge in Chris' genitals, although he could not swear whether it was the scent or the view which was responsible for the reaction.

"Wow! Did you save some for me?" he laughed.

Ellen just nodded and ran the tip of her tongue around her lips suggestively, while Sue opened her arms and answered, "There's always some for you. You don't even have to ask."

Chris knee walked up on to the bed and positioned himself between Ellen's thighs. "Shouldn't you..." she started.

"Company first," interjected Sue, a smile covering her chiding tone, "Tsk! Tsk! Didn't your mom teach you any manners?"

Ellen started to laugh just as Chris pushed into her. "Oh! Mi! God!" she moaned. "How the fuck! I swear, Chris, you've grown since lunch. Oh, shit! Oh! Oh! Oh! GOD! Do it!! Fuckmeyousonofabitch! Ohohohohohoh!!" 

After that, whatever she said was unintelligible until her orgasm-signifying "unnnnnnnhhhh," which was accompanied by Chris' as he emptied his nut into her welcoming sheath. Chris collapsed in Ellen's arms and lay there for a few minutes, until his member was soft enough to fall out of her. 

As he started to get up, he pulled on her arm to rouse her. "No," she said, "I'll stay here tonight. Not that I don't love both of you, but, frankly, I'm fucked out. In the past, what ten hours, since we arrived at the pool, I've been in a state of arousal more than any three week period I can remember over the last ten years, and I've come more today than I have in the last six months. So, just take your horny wench and go to bed. Call me for breakfast, thank you." At which she leaned down to grab the blanket and pulled it over her.

Chris was in the kitchen, assessing the contents of the fridge in terms of possible breakfast fare. There wasn't much. He made some decisions and started putting together the coffee. As he pushed the start switch, he heard someone shuffling down the corridor from the bedrooms. In a minute, Ellen entered the kitchen. 

"Morning, sunshine," he greeted her

"Grumble, grumble," she replied, half smiling.

"Still the bright morning person, I see," he replied.

"Go to hell," she laughed. "God, you two wore me out, crumpled me up and threw me under a car, I swear. I don't think I'm gonna be able to, uh, move until next weekend."

"Uh-huh. How about I draw you a nice warm bath for you to soak in for a while. Sue won't be up for a half hour or so. You can soak, and I'll bring you coffee as soon as it's ready."

"You are a doll and a life saver." They started down the hall. 

"Yesterday, when Sue and I were talking, whenever I approached the topic of why she was so sure of your love, she'd just say I had to ask you. I remember when we split up, I thought you were involved with someone, and you sort of confessed that you had been unfaithful, but you've never married again." 

She looked at him suddenly. "It was Sue. You slept with your brother's wife, and have been carrying on this charade of not liking her all these years. No wonder she's so sure..."

"You're right, and totally wrong. It was Sue. I've loved her since she visited Mom and Dad after losing her baby. But she didn't know anything about it until Thursday night when I got back from one of my trips. I was unfaithful, one night, with four different women, some students who had been in the course I TA'd for the previous semester. 

"The night I found the motel receipt and thought you had shacked up with someone, I went out and got royally pissed. I met them having a ladies night out and wound up going to one of their apartments and screwing all of them. Only time I've ever done anything like that." 

They had reached the bathroom. Chris turned on the hot water and added some bath salts. In an instant the scent of lavender and chamomile filled the room.

"Mmm, that's nice. I'll have to remember the scent." She dropped the robe she was wearing and stepped into the very warm water. "Yikes! It's hot!"

"Not for long, and it will loosen up all the stiffnesseseses."

Ellen laughed briefly. "So, Sue had nothing to do with our breakup?"

"Not directly. I wasn't even aware of how I felt until I visited them a year or so after we split. I had to pretend to be angry and dislike her, and to ultimately ignore her and them out of a sense of self-preservation, and for their sakes, too, ultimately. Can you imagine how the families would have reacted if I had made a move on her? I'd have been disowned by my family, and a target for every lowlife in hers." 

He was pensive for a moment. "Actually, those four students probably had a more direct influence on our marriage than Sue did. Drunk as we all were, the sex itself was good, and that scared me when I thought about it. If drunk, faceless, meaningless sex could be as satisfying as the sex with someone I was supposed to love, what did that say about me? About us? Our relationship? 

"I still loved you, still do. But the relationship at that time wasn't working, and it took us another year to realize it.

"Enough digging up bones! Enjoy your soak. I'll bring the coffee when it's ready." He turned to leave.

'Chris!" He turned back into the room. "Thank you. I've always wondered who and why. I'm glad it wasn't Sue. I don't know if I could have handled it if it were." Chris walked the short distance to the tub and bent down to give her a kiss. 

"I could wake her and send her in..."

"Oh, no! She's a sex mad she-devil! Christ, just seeing her makes my pussy run. I'm going to have to carry a towel to sit on, or I'll leave pussy juice all over the house."

"You will explain later why that's a problem, won't you?" he laughed, leaving.

After a lengthy soak, Ellen, wearing the robe Chris has evidently put out for her, made her way back to the kitchen where Chris and Sue, also wrapped in terry robes, were having coffee. Sue got up and greeted her with a hug. "Morning, love, how are you today?"

"Not as sore as I was before Chris put me in the tub, thank you," she said, looking at him. "Otherwise, a whole lot better than yesterday at this time."

"Good. That's what we were hoping to hear. Any thoughts, regrets, objections to any of yesterday?"

Ellen thought a few seconds, then answered, "No, just don't ask me to repeat any of it for a few days." She paused a few seconds. "It was all great, but it was a whole lot more than I'm used to. If that is your usual weekend routine, I won't last until Thanksgiving. But I'll die happy," she laughed.

Chris and Sue joined the laughter. "Since it's our first weekend where sex is an option, I guess it's our usual. We'll have to see what today brings," Chris replied. "From the condition of my little giant, probably not much more than playful digital or lingual exploration. 

"Besides that, we need to acquaint you with the village and the nearby malls so you can shop and explore while we're not here. Tomorrow, we can go to the bank in town. Sue needs to set up an account for her money, and you can arrange for a local bank I.d. so you can shop and pay by check. Some of the locals still don't trust what they call plastic money. Claim it costs them money."

"They're probably right, and not just the fees. They have to pay someone to do the all that paperwork. It's an expense cash buyers don't entail for them." She stretched. "Exploring the village and malls sounds like a plan. Shall we go out for breakfast, or do you already have it started?"

Chris looked at Sue. "Going out is fine. I was going to make scones, but haven't finished yet, so it won't hurt to interrupt them. We can go to Sam's in the village. He features a brioche french toast on Sundays that is out of this world. I will humbly admit, it is better than my own."

Breakfast had been as Chris promised. The trio had then spent the balance of the morning visiting the shops which were open, introducing Ellen to managers or owners she would be dealing with. 


We Need To Talk Ch. 03 (Conclusion)



Toward noon they headed in toward the city, stopping at a large enclosed shopping mall. Chris pointed out a large supermarket across the road, stating it was recognized as one of the leaders in its industry. Inside the mall, although they were there for a couple of hours after having lunch, it was pretty much window shopping, to acquaint Ellen with the stores available to her.

After dinner had been eaten and cleaned up, Ellen served as a recorder, writing down places Chris and Sue named as somewhere they would like to see on their 'honeymoon' trips. 

The sites they chose ranged from Fort Champlain, the Adirondacks and the Thousand Islands in the northern part of the state to Chatauqua in the southwest corner, from Niagara Falls, the northwest 'corner' to West Point on the Hudson River in the southeast part of the State. Neither were particularly interested in visiting NYC at the present.

That evening, the lovemaking was slow and languid as the girls traded off being the recipient of caresses from the other two. Sue's goal of being the last pussy Chris had and falling asleep with him imbedded in her was realized as they fell asleep with Chris in the middle, spooning Sue, and being spooned by Ellen as she reached across him to cradle Sue's beast.

The sun streaming in the window and a full bladder woke Chris in the morning. Although Ellen had turned around, his efforts to extricate himself woke his two bed mates. Before he finished his bladder drain, they were standing in line behind him.

While the ladies took care of business, Chris started the shower. As Sue stepped into the shower, she glanced at Ellen and smiled. Seeing the smile and the amusement in Sue's eyes, Ellen, with a faint sound of exasperation in her voice, said, "Well, I didn't die of embarrassment Saturday peeing in the woods, and you two have seen me in worse situations, so, what the hell!"

While the shower was roomy for two, it did not accommodate a third person, so Ellen waited until Chris exited and then joined Sue. Chris watched as they soaped each other, paying a great deal of attention to each other's quim. He thought twice about joining them, then left to remove the temptation. There was some important work to get done. 

He threw on a set of sweats and laid out a pair for the women, loaning Ellen an older, smaller set of his, laughing as he pictured her in them. He was nearly four inches taller than Ellen, and even at his 'smaller' size, had probably outweighed her by 30 or 40 pounds. He pulled the belt from the robe she had worn yesterday and added it to her pile, then went to see to breakfast.

He had just finished the batter for buckwheats when he heard Sue's peal of laughter. In a few seconds, the women entered the kitchen, eliciting another laugh from Chris. 

Ellen still had her hair wrapped in a towel. Her sweatshirt fell to her knees, making her look a bit like a bag lady; that and the legs of the sweat pants resembling corrugated paper wrapped around her lower legs. 

"Damn! You look Carol Burnett when she was doing her cleaning lady sketch! Shit, I wish I had my camera. This would make better blackmail material than a photo of you screwing Sue."

"You wish! I might let you take a picture of me and Sue, but the only way you'd get to take a picture of me like this is if you tied me down." Ellen saw Chris' eyebrows go up. "Oh, no!" she squealed and ran back to her bedroom, the laughter of her hosts following her.

A few minutes later, there was a soft knock on the bedroom door. "Ellen, it's Sue. You're safe now. I made him promise to be good. No photos, at least none we don't agree to."

The door opened slowly as Ellen peeked out. "You promise?"

"I promise. I told him if he tried to take any without asking first, we'd cut him off for a week, while we enjoyed ourselves and he had to watch without jacking off."

Chris called from the kitchen, "It'd almost be worth it. Almost!" The women laughed and headed for breakfast.

Over breakfast, they reviewed their plans for the day, including identifying the destinations for their trips where they would need to make reservations. They realized they would be hitting the mountains during one of the lesser tourist peaks as people drove up to see the fall color change. 

Based on their conversations yesterday, they worked out a tentative itinerary for Ellen to work from since she volunteered to make calls to arrange lodging for them on their overnight trips.

After breakfast, Ellen went off to start making calls while Sue cleared up from breakfast and Chris went to E-mail his manager about the change in his availability until Thanksgiving. Without telling them, Chris had decided to take the two women to Orlando for two weeks following the honeymoon trips. Using his frequent traveler bonuses, he made flight and hotel reservations after e-mailing his manager. As he was finishing, his IM alert sounded. It was his manager.

"Hey, Chris. Cara. What's going on?"

"Getting hitched this weekend. Gonna take some time off.

"Congrats. Anyone I know?"

"No. GF from long ago, recent re-contact.

"8 weeks? Long honeymoon; overseas?"

"No. Bunch of day trips around state, then Orlando for 2-3 weeks. Soak up sum sun."

"Orlando, yum. Almost wish I could join u. chk out Universal World. Supposed to be gr8."

"Will be there from 1st til Sun pre T-day. Join us for w/e?"

"I'll think on it. Tku, anyway. Congrats again, b wishes to lady. Happy 4 u. back 2 wrk. Bye."

"Til later. Bye."

When he finished, Chris gave access to his computer to Ellen. By noon she had pretty much nailed down their itinerary. It was a series of three to five day trips, usually with two stops per week, an overnight and then two or three nights at a hub for short excursions where there were several nearby attractions. Even better than just the reservations, she had been able to get the names of contact people at the lodgings in case of delays or necessary changes. 

Their business in the village was done in short order, also. They got the license, deposited Sue's check (Chris insisted it go into a separate account in her name, She insisted his name also go on the account as joint owner. She said she would share her experiences in getting access to Tommy's savings account after his death later.) 

Ellen had no trouble in being shown how to link her LA bank account to her new account in NY so she could transfer funds as she needed them. That way Rick could directly deposit her alimony checks into an account in LA and she had immediate access at the bank in NY. Miracles of modern banking!

They were delighted to learn that the old three day waiting period had been reduced to 24 hours from the time of issuance of the license, and the need for a blood test or exam had been eliminated. Figuring they would be needed, Chris brought copies of his divorce papers and had Sue bring along a copy of Tommy's death certificate. 

When he suggested moving the wedding day from Friday to Tuesday, the two women looked at him as if he had just appeared from another planet. Just what the f.f.f.f.f.oolish hell was he thinking.'They' had shopping to do, a trousseau to buy. 

'He' had to find a best man, a cleric and a church for the ceremony; 'he' had to arrange for the after ceremony dinner and celebration; 'he' had to plan where the couple would spend the wedding night. 'He' didn't need to worry about packing for the wedding night, or the mini-trips; 'they' would take care of that. And the bride's flowers. The women walked away, leaving him standing, open mouthed, in the middle of the mall.

He found a place to sit and think. He recalled Ellen feeling sorry for Sue when she married Tommy, a hurried, hush-hush type of affair; no girl's dream wedding. He realized all this fuforall was probably her attempt to make up for some of that. Swallowing the emotion the thought engendered, he made the decision to support Ellen's efforts. He pulled out his cell phone and started making calls.

His first call was to Ron Pelham, the head of the grape co-op which rented his acreage. When Chris explained the purpose of his call, Ron's acceptance was immediate. He also volunteered the services of his brother, Ivan, the local Episcopalian priest, who would probably supply the church (he did).

His next call was to a small inn not far from the church, on the lake. Besides the setting, it had a reputation for comfortable rooms, and serving delicious food and wines. He made arrangements to get them a head count Thursday afternoon. As he disconnected from the call, his phone rang. It was Ron, with the news that the other co-op members, when they heard about the wedding, wanted to attend. Could they? "Why not," Chris thought.

His next call was to find Liz, Sue's older sister, the only one in the family, besides Sue, he cared about; the only one, besides Sue, with a sense of honor. She might cheat a chain store, but would go back to a Mom and Pop grocery to return it, if she found they gave her too much change. Servicemen working for the big box stores were barely tolerated, while independents, if they performed the same level of work probably got a tip, if she was flush that day. 

Before she had married, she was quite up front with her dates, she may kiss on the first date, but anything beyond that had to wait until at least the second date. If there was a third or more, sex was assured if you treated her well. He had heard her once, at a party, tell her date that if he wanted in her pants, he needed to buy her a good dinner, take her to a nice motel and stay sober. 

Since she got married, however, she had tamed down. The few times they had crossed paths at Tom and Sue's, she had looked like a fashion conservative suburban mother, with high necks and low hems.

He called information for the central Illinois city which was the last place he knew she lived. If she was still there, he would surprise Sue, he hoped. He first asked for her husband. He was still there. When the number rang, it was picked up by a machine. He recognized the voice, but the name of the wife wasn't Liz or any recognizable variation.

He tried information again, asking for Elisabeth, with an 's' as she spelled it. This time when the phone rang, Liz answered."Liz Danials, Beauty to Go. How can I help you?"

"Hello, Liz, this is Chris Davis. You can come to my wedding."

Puzzled, she replied, "Chris Davis? Chris? Chris!" she screamed, recognition kicking in. "For fuck sake! How the hell are you? I was sorry to hear about Tommy. I gather it was kind of sudden, but not sudden enough. That was too bad. What's this about a wedding? Who's the unlucky lady?"

Chris laughed. The language, the flitting from topic to topic without a breath or tone change was the Liz he remembered. "Yeah, it was sudden. I guess, from what Sue told me, the diagnosis came out of the blue, but he lingered for almost seven months with nothing to be done except manage the pain. 

"As to the wedding, I'm getting married Friday, to Sue." He waited for the explosion.

There was a dead silence for a long ten count. Then, barely above a whisper, "You're shittin' me. You and Sue?" Another long pause. In a more normal tone, "Damn, the last time we were all together, you two couldn't be left alone for fear one of you would kill or maim the other. When did this happen?"

"Tommy's death left her financially ruined. She had to sell her house and furnishings to pay off his medical and funeral bills. She called my ex looking for help, who called me. I offered her a place to crash until she got back on her feet. And it led to this. 

"She doesn't know I'm calling, but, as you know, you're the only one of your family either of us can tolerate for more than an hour, and I'd really like you to be here for us." He paused. "Can you arrange the time? You'd have to fly out Thursday, and back whenever you wanted. Wedding's Friday, and we're taking off Saturday, early afternoon."

"Yeah, time's no problem. Benefit of being the owner/manager/worker bee. I just need to move around a few appointments. I'm not sure I can afford the tickets. To hell with it, I'll be there. I'll need to come back Sunday, dammit. Will you be there to pick me up, and will there be someone to get me to the airport Sunday?"

"You bet, and don't worry about the tickets. They'll be waiting for you at the airport. Ozark still the only line in and out?"

"No, they went under a few years back. We've got American, Delta and AirTran, now."

"Great, both Delta and American use the local airport. Any preference?"

"American, I guess. Never used either, but I hear good things about them."

"Okay, do you have an e-mail? I'll get particulars to you tomorrow."

They stopped at the inn where the after ceremony dinner would be held. Like many in the village, through Chris' promotion of the local vintages, it had prospered both as a restaurant and as a tourist stop. When he asked to reserve two rooms for Friday for a wedding party, there was no problem. He didn't tell them he was the groom, thinking, correctly, the owner would simply have written off the price of the rooms.

Over dinner, he shared his accomplishments with his sexy companions, and asked them if they had thought who was going to give the bride away. Their reaction made it plain they had not even considered that question yet. He assured them it was all taken care of, but they would have to wait to see whom he had found. 

When they learned which church he had arranged to host the ceremony, they were ecstatic. It was one of the two largest churches in the county, and had the reputation of being the most beautiful church in the four county region it served.

As they were leaving the dining room, Sue took Chris' arm and whispered to him,"I don't suppose we could try out that bridal suite tonight, could we? I'm so goddam wet, I can feel my juices running down the back of my leg."

He grinned, and whispered back, "If Ellen weren't with us, maybe; but it's only a five minute ride from here. Sit up front and I'll drive left handed."

"Mmm!" she moaned. "Promise?"

He did. As soon as they were out of the parking lot, Chris' hand was up her skirt and buried in her quim. She climaxed before they hit the village limits and again when they turned into the drive to the house. A loud moan from the back seat reminded them there was another quim to tend to.

Chris sent them on to the bedroom to get started, saying he had one more thing to attend to for Friday then he would join them. He went to his office and arranged transportation for Liz. Then he e-mailed her the flight numbers and times, saying he would be at the airport to meet her at 6 PM Thursday.

In the bed room, Sue had walked up to Ellen and started unbuttoning her blouse. When Ellen had moved to help, Sue had, in her authoritative voice, told her to stand still. With a surprised look, Ellen had dropped her hands to her sides, very aware of the rush of fluids in her quim. Sue moved behind her and, sliding her hands up over Ellen's breasts, grabbed the blouse and pulled it off her shoulders.

"So, were you touching yourself in the back of the car on the ride home?"

"Y..."

"Did I give you permission to speak?"

"N..." 

Sue pinched the nipple she was holding. "Did anyone give you permission to speak?" Ellen shook her head no. "I repeat, were you touching yourself in the back seat on the ride home? Don't make me repeat myself again." Ellen nodded, her nipples growing taut and stiff. 

"So, you were a bad, naughty girl, doing nasty things?" Ellen swallowed hard and nodded. "Do you know what happens to bad, naughty girls who do nasty things? They get punished. But because you were a good girl and confessed, you get to choose your punishment."

Sue backed away from Ellen. "Look at the dresser. Tell me, what do you see on top?"

"N...n...nothing, just Chris' toiletries and a collection of pheasant feath...No, no, Sue, you wouldn't!"

"Feathers, or spanking. Which would you prefer? If you choose the feathers, I would have to tie you down, and then oh, so lightly, on the bottom of your feet..."Ellen groaned. "And up the inside of your thigh..." another groan. "Over your belly, and between your breasts, around them," 

Sue had moved to Ellen and was tracing the path as she described it, "out to your nipple, then back and around the other one." Ellen's breath was getting ragged. "Up your neck and around your lips"

"Uuuunnnnnhhhhh," groaned Ellen. "Gaaaaaaaawwwwwwd, please either stop or do it, please." she pleaded. 

Sue reached down to the hem of the skirt Ellen was wearing and slid her hand up between her thighs, fingers spider walking up one, the back of her hand barely in contact with the inside of the other.

"Oh, damn you! You friggin tease!" the blonde moaned, staggering, ready to collapse. Sue caught her, an arm around her waist and pulled her back, supporting her.

"Easy, love, down now, lean on the bed and go down on your knees. Good girl. You okay now?" Ellen nodded, very much aware the hand was still under her skirt, inches from her slit. She felt it move as Sue thrust three fingers into her. It triggered the orgasm she had been on the edge of since they started. 

Sue held on to her as Ellen drove herself further onto the redhead's fingers. She was just starting to get control of herself when Sue thrust her thumb into Ellie's ass, so that her little finger was pushed up to just reach the older woman's clit. The action sent her up to and over the climactic precipice. 

Sue pushed Ellie forward so she was resting against the bed. She leaned in and took the lobe of her ear between her teeth and pinched. Ellen moaned,"Ooooh bitch! Don't- - - -stop. Mmmmm, yessssss."

"Or," hissed Sue, "instead of sliding feathers in here, I could just grease up my hand..."

"Yessss," groaned Ellen, "Do. it. your. hand. fist. my. cunt. please." She was barely able to get the words past her teeth through her climax.

Sue waited until Ellen's tremors stopped, then pulled her to her feet and helped her strip. While Ellen positioned herself on the bed, Sue found Chris' tube of lube and began applying it to her hand and wrist. Ellen watched her, apprehensive, but unable to look away, like a rabbit entranced by a cobra snake.

So it was that, when Chris joined them, he found Ellen spread on the edge of the bed, with Sue kneeling by her, hand and wrist buried in Ellen's cunt, fucking the blonde with her fist, while she emitted soft moans with each inbound thrust.

Chris walked to bed, motioning to Sue to stay quiet. Ellen was nearly oblivious to any activity outside of her quim. Acting out his intentions, he let Sue know he wanted to push Ellen up on the bed without disturbing their connection. Sue nodded, and with some mild contorting, they managed to accomplish his goal. 

He picked up the lube tube and applied a heavy dollop to his fingers and began massaging Ellen's puckered hole. "Chris? What?"

"Shhh, just relax. Enjoy what Sue is doing. "

"But..."

"Shhh. I promise, this isn't any worse than losing your cherry. Like the song says, it only hurts for a little while." Ellen giggled then moaned again as Sue resumed her quim play. Meanwhile Chris stripped and greased up his rampant rod then resumed attending to his targeted pucker, stretching it, accommodating it to the impending invasion.

Ellen was on her right side, with Sue's right hand buried in her vaginal sheath. Chris got on his knees behind Ellen and pushed his cock into her now loose anal sphincter. 

"Mmmnnnnnnhhh! Ooowww! Easy! Ooowww, like my cherry, hell. Wait!" Chris stopped pushing, but stayed where he was, lightly rocking so he was moving about a half inch at a time, in and out, without applying any pressure. "That's good. Okay, push now."

Chris felt Ellen's muscles push back onto him, her inner sphincter opening slightly. He pushed hard and slid in another three inches. 




We Need To Talk Ch. 03 (Conclusion)



"Aaaaahhhhowch!" Ellen complained. He pulled back slightly, and pushed in again, winding up against her ass. "You'd better enjoy this, Mister, cuz it's the only time it 's gonna happen. Oh, Gawd! And some people do this all the time? How?"

Chris waited, rocking as he had before. Soon Ellen was responding to Sue's continued attention and began moving on Chris. "Oh, shit!" she whimpered, "that's actually beginning to feel good in spite of the pain." Soon Chris and Sue established a reciprocating rhythm leading to another massive orgasm for Ellen, peaking when Chris creamed her insides. 

The intensity left her senseless for several minutes, allowing Chris and Sue to disengage from her without causing her any pain. Chris picked her up and carried her to her room, then led Sue to the shower.

"Wow! How did that get started?"

"She has a slightly submissive streak, especially when she's aroused. I started toying with it, threatening to punish her by tickling her. At one point I threatened to push my whole hand in her. She said I should do it. 

"That's where you came in. She must have come three or four times before you got there." She paused, pensive. "Chris, I...no, I need to think about that. Now what kept you away so long tonight? I didn't think you were going to join us."

"Thursday. You'll see. Had to order some special flowers for dinner." He had been soaping Sue as they talked. He had reached her bush. "Speaking of dinner, I haven't had dessert yet."

"Oh, and what was that you just had?"

"That was her dessert." He laughed. "Think she'll be speaking to us tomorrow?"

"If she can get out of bed. I imagine she's going to be pretty sore. Lucky we don't have to go anywhere. If it's nice, we can go to the pool so she can soak. It's almost as good as the mineral baths in Arkansas." 

Chris' eyebrow went up. "There are certain times when it's comforting to soak; it relieves cramps and all kinds of muscle aches. If you don't know what I'm talking about, then the women in your life have been very fortunate."

"That's what I guessed; just never heard of soaking in mineral springs as a palliative for menstrual cramps. But then, why not? Heating pads help, hot springs should. But the pond isn't hot. How..."

"I don't know, but it does. Now, about your, our dessert..."

Ellen didn't wake up until almost ten the next morning, and didn't get out of bed until half past that hour. She moved slowly, pleasant tingles reminding her of the activities the evening before, resulting in some embarrassment. Hoping against hope, she was both happy and embarrassed when she saw Sue in the living room dusting. "Morning," she groaned, stretching her back.

"Hey, sleepy! How are you this morning?"

"Okay, or at least I will be after some coffee. Are you always this chipper in the morning? How do you do it?"

"No, sometimes I actually tap dance around the house." she teased, eliciting a loud moan. 

"Anyone ever accuse you of having a mean streak? That's not a nice thing to say to us old decrepits."

"You are neither old or decrepit. Maybe a bit the worse for wear, we were kind of hard on you last night. You really okay?"

"A little embarrassed. I have never come like that, and I'm not referring to the method, but those were both new to me, too. I have never come so hard I passed out. The last thing I can remember is Chris pushing all the way in and you starting to...you know."

Sue went to her and wrapped her in a hug. "I've never done anything like last night before, either, giving or receiving." She led them to the kitchen, "I don't think I could do what you did, and quite frankly, I'm not anxious to try. 

"Can I ask you something?"

Ellen laughed. "Sue, you have seen me in my most intimate and embarrassing moments. I've told you my darkest secrets and worst fears. What else could you possibly want to know?"

"Saturday, and last night, you responded to nothing more than a tone in my voice and became totally submissive. Is that usual for you?"

"Christ, no! I know what you mean, and I can't explain it, other than it's just you. I wouldn't even role play a submissive for Rick when he wanted, the idea was so foreign and repugnant to me. And one time in college, before Chris, my date tried to get into rough sex and dominate me. When I objected, he started to get nasty, until I kneed his treasure sac." Ellen gave a small giggle.

"I pushed him out of the car, not realizing he didn't have his pants or shorts, and left him there. There was a gas station about three miles away, on the way to town. One of guys in his dorm worked there. I left the keys and car with him and called a friend for a ride. I never saw him again. 

"But no, I am not normally submissive when it comes to sex, except, apparently, with you. And watching you with Chris, you are not usually into domination, I would bet." Sue nodded, thinking.

"Did you enjoy being dominated?"

"Enjoy? I don't know. It certainly got me aroused. Otherwise, I would never...Why are you asking? Are you thinking of making it a regular part..."

"No, no. I don't know for sure. Part of it is curiosity. I have never understood the attraction of that kind of life style, and I was looking for information, partly. Part of it is concern. This has been an emotional week for you, leaving you more than a bit vulnerable. I guess I may have taken advantage of that, a little, for which I am sorry and apologize, a little," she laughed.

"At the same time, I'm worried I may have uncovered a hidden side of you, which may leave you vulnerable to others, who might take more than a little advantage and hurt you. I just want to be sure you are safe. I want you to promise me you'll stay through Thanksgiving. And longer if both Chris and I see a need."

"Would something like last night happen again?"

"Do you want it to?" 

With an anxious look in her eyes, Ellen slowly nodded her head. "Oh, yes," she sighed. "Does that make me crazy?"

Sue looked at her, holding her gaze for several seconds. She made a decision and reached across the table to take Ellen's hands. "Ellen, look at me, and listen. Who am I to you; what is my role?"

Ellen looked puzzled, anxious. "You're my friend, my hostess..."

"When it comes to sex, Ellen, who am I to you?" Sue's tone was firm, almost harsh and demanding.

In a tone reminiscent of a little girl, Ellen replied, "M,,,m,,,my Mistress?"

"Is that what you want?"

Ellen's brow knitted as she thought, her face screwed up into a frown. Suddenly, she smiled and relaxed. "Yes, it is. I want you to tell me what to do."

"Is that all you want from me?"

Ellen looked down at the table. "I told you and Chris the other day, I've had a lot of sex, but I've only really made love once, with Chris the night we decided to divorce. My taste in men is obviously faulty..."

"You want me to tell you who and when to fuck?" Ellen nodded, eyes still on the table. "What if Chris were the only man you ever slept with from now on? Would you be satisfied with that?"

Ellen looked up, smiling, eyes bright. "Oh, yes, Mistress! That would be fine."

"I don't know much about Chris' business. He may occasionally have overnight visitors, male or female. If he or I ask you to 'entertain' them..."

"I would do what ever you tell me to do," Ellen interrupted.

"What about your work? What did you do out in LA?"

"I was one of the partners who owned a corporate training business. Our specialty was in training sales and advertising staff about new and improved products a company developed. We also did the other motivational and values exploration stuff. 

"Right now, I'm on vacation, with the possibility of an extended, unpaid leave. We have buy out agreements in place, but I would have to let them know soon."

"You tell me, Ellen, what do you want this relationship to be? What do you want your life to be?"

"I know I want you, or you and Chris, to...be in charge, I guess, of my sex life, but outside of the bedroom, I would like us to be friends, equals. Is that asking too much? Is it possible?"

"Of course it's not too much, it's a good description of what I hope our lives will become. Now, as your Mistress, I have an order for you. Before Chris went to the village this morning, he told me that there will be several men from the village attending the wedding and dinner. You are a very attractive woman, and they will probably try to hit on you, Friday, and any other time they see you in town. They may even call you for a date. Whether or not you date them is up to you. 

"Here is your order--your relationship with them, or any other man or woman you may meet in the future, until Chris or I tell you differently, will remain platonic. Unless we tell you differently, you are not to become sexually aroused, or active, except with Chris and myself. Do you understand? Do you agree to this?" 

Ellen looked at Sue, a smile lighting up her face. "I understand. I am free to date and socialize with whomever I want, but the only people I personally can choose to have sex with are you and Chris."

"Understand, Ellen, you have no choice. You will provide Chris and me with whatever kind of sex we desire, whenever we want it. If we want to watch you being used by three men or three women at a time, if you agree now, that is what will happen. 

"If Chris wants a repeat of fucking your ass, you will get your ass fucked. If he wants you to suck him clean afterward, you will gobble his shitty nob like its chicken cordon bleu. Do you understand that?" Sue squeezed Ellen's hands. 

"Do you really understand that in giving us control of your vagina, you are giving up any freedom to say no to any sexual act we want to perform on you, or have you perform on us? That includes others we may choose to include from time to time."

"You'd be sure I was safe?"

"Never more than a room away, but unless you fear physical harm, you'd be expected to follow our instructions, even if you disliked the person." Sensing the other woman's concern, 

Sue went on, "Ellen, Chris and I would never trade your body for our personal or professional gain. Any time we would share you, or ask you to give yourself to someone, they would be someone we like, respect and trust. Given that, we cannot predict what they might ask you to do. 

"If your experience with them is something you cannot contemplate repeating, you would have to let us know that, and we would take that into consideration the next time the situation comes up."

"If I can't refuse you or Chris, would I be able to request one of you if I felt the need or desire?"

"You could certainly ask, how soon or if we decide to fill your request can't be guaranteed. I can tell you, Chris has told me he expects to keep traveling after we're married, and I hate sleeping alone. Or, he may elect to take you along. In that case, you would share his bed.

"I haven't discussed any of this with him, so I can't really say what he will or will not do. You will not raise the issue with him. We will all sit down and discuss it when we get back from our last day trip. If you agree. 

"If you want time to consider all of this, I understand. It is a big important decision for you, and not one to be made lightly or in haste."

"What if he doesn't agree or..."

"You can leave anytime after Thanksgiving. But you must stay until then." 

Ellen nodded. "Sue," she hesitated, "I understand all of what you said. I...I agree. I want you and Chris to control me. At least my pussy," she said, smiling. She stood up and went around the table to her new Mistress. "Ma'am, may I have a hug?"

Sue stood up and slid her arms around her new slave's waist. "Yes, you may. I also insist that you think about what you are doing until this evening. You have until we go to bed tonight to change your mind. If you don't tell me otherwise, your servitude begins formally in the morning. 

"It will be your job to come in and suck us both to arousal so we can begin the day with a rousing fuck. You may or may not be asked to participate. You are not to make either of us come, and you may not come until one of us gives you permission. Understood?" Ellen nodded. "Understood, slave?"

Ellen gulped, realizing her mistake. "Yes, Mistress. I understand. I regret not answering properly. It won't happen again."

"See that it doesn't. I don't want to waste the last few days before my wedding punishing you. There are more enjoyable things to be done."

"May I ask a question, Ma'am?"

"We're not in a control situation, as we discussed, Ellie. Unless you are questioning your instructions, you don't need to ask permission."

"That's it, sort of. I was wondering what forms my punishment might take."

"So you can judge if breaking the rules might be worth it?" Sue laughed. "While Chris was gone on his trip, I did some snooping in the cellar and attic. One of his old girl friends must have been into being punished. I found a chest with paddles, crops, a cat, nipple and pussy clamps, handcuffs, what I think were ankle irons, and a large collection of feathers." 

Sue stopped and turned to look at her friend/slave, who had stopped walking. She was staring at the floor, her shoulders shaking with silent laughter. Sue glanced down at the floor in time to see a clear drop fall into the puddle between Ellen's feet.

Ellen looked at her Mistress. "I couldn't help it. You were talking about all those things and suddenly, I just gushed. My God, Sue, what's happening to me?"

"I think, that after twenty years of vanilla, you're developing a taste for chocolate."

The next two days passed without incident. Chris found himself somewhat isolated as the two women busied themselves with getting Sue ready for the honeymoon trip, even going so far as raiding his closet to select his clothing for the first week's travel. The overall plan was to travel to and from during the business week and return to rest up on the weekend.

Saying he would be back to take them to dinner, Thursday afternoon he left the farm around three in the afternoon. He stopped at the inn to talk with the owner and arranged a special meal, praying Liz's flight would be on time. It was a few minutes early. 

Liz was easy to spot, since she was practically a double for Sue, except she had coal black hair instead of the auburn tresses Sue bore. They greeted each other with a hug, alerting Chris to another difference--Liz sported a CC sized bosom, compared to Sue's B's. 

"Chris, you sly dog! How long has it been? I swear, you haven't changed, except to get better looking. How the fuck did you and Sue get together and not kill each other? Or are you two planning to try to fuck each other to death?" she laughed. "C'mon, give me all the dirt."

"Hi, Liz. Subtle as ever, I see. Let's get your luggage, and I'll explain everything in the car. It's almost an hour ride." She lifted the garment bag and carry on she had with her. "You're kidding me," Chris blurted out. " A woman traveling for four days and only two bags. Unheard of!" He took the garment bag and started out of the terminal.

"Hey, it's not like I'm the one getting married; if I was, you can bet I wouldn't even have these two." 

"I knew there was a reason I liked you," Chris smiled.

His car was just across the terminal access road, in the short term lot. He put her bags in the trunk and opened the passenger door. As she sat and turned into the car, she moved slowly, giving Chris adequate time to see she traveled commando. He looked up, into eyes revealing her hunger. He glanced back down to her lap. 

Her short skirt, in turning to sit in the car, had ridden up her legs, revealing her neatly trimmed black nest. Her hands moved to the hem of her skirt. Bracing her legs, she lifted her ass from the seat and pulled the skirt out from under her, pulling the hem in front up to her waist.

"Are you just going to stare at my pussy, or are you going to get in the car and do something?"

Chris coughed and closed the car door. When he got in the other side, Liz grabbed his head and pulled him to her for a passionate, tongue filled kiss. She pulled his hand to her pussy. Barely pulling back from the kiss, she whispered, "I need to come, Chris, any way you can make me. Now!" 

He slipped his two middle fingers into her very wet lady. "Do you just want to come or do you want to 'come?'" he asked her, heavily emphasizing the last word. "I'm happy to do it this way," he continued, moving his fingers in and out of her, "but, if the need is there, and the conditions are right, Sue is willing to share so the proper implement could be used to do the job."

"Oohhhh, sheeeeittt! Just keep up with what you're doing for another minute. That's riiiiiight! Uuhhhnnnnhh! Yeeeessssss! Oh. gawd. yes! Thank you, love, that'll hold me for a bit. What do you mean? Sue is willing to share you?"

The telling of Chris and Sue's history, the explication and detailing of the criteria for sharing, and Liz telling him the tale of the end of her third marriage took the entire trip to the inn. 

"You wait here. My farm is less than five minutes away. I'll call and have Sue and Ellen waiting. They don't know you're going to be here. I ordered a fancy meal for us here tonight, sort of a pre-wedding celebration, so they won't suspect anything when I tell them where we're going to eat."

"You really think she'll let us fuck?"

"She insisted I do my ex in front of her, then joined in. She's not the same Sue who was married to my oblivious brother. He had a wildcat wrapped up in tabby cat's clothing and didn't know it. 

"You went through a horrendous experience before, during and after your divorce. The physical and mental abuse, his flaunting his cheating, and with the lies he's told, he's made it almost impossible for you to make a living, not to mention failing to keep up his support payments. 

"I won't be surprised if she invites you to stay with us for a while. Just don't mention I suggested sharing, the idea has to come from her, and she has to order me to make love to you."

Chris took Liz into the inn, to the restaurant and made sure she was seated and had a drink and some light munchies. Then he called the farmhouse and told Sue he would be there in less than ten minutes and they should be ready to leave when he arrived. He suggested they wear slacks since it was getting chilly, and gave them permission to wear panties since they were going out.

Fifteen minutes after leaving Liz at the table, he, Sue and Ellen were pulling back into the parking lot of the little inn. At the entrance to the dining area, he paused and spoke briefly to the hostess, telling her to let the chef know he could begin final preparations on the Beef Wellington he had requested. 

Then he turned to the ladies and led them to their table. He had positioned Liz with her back to the entrance, so she could not see them enter, nor be recognized by Sue.

The women were puzzled when Chris led them to an occupied table. Sue glanced at the woman sitting there, then at Chris, before recognition set in. "Chris...OMIGOD! Lizzie!! What are you doing here? When did you get here? O mi god this is unbelievable! Oh, I am so glad you are here!" 

In the midst of this, Liz had stood up and embraced her sister, tears flowing freely from both women. When the sobs had quieted down, Sue turned to Chris and threw her arms around his neck. 

"Thank you," she whispered in his ear. "You know, if you hadn't made me wear these fucking pants, we'd be on the table disgracing ourselves. I love you so much. Thank you, Chris! You have made me so happy." She sealed her declaration with a kiss which threatened his voice box, her tongue was so deep.

"Mrs. Rappaport? Is it really you? Oh, this is too funny!"

"Mrs Davis? Omigod! You're Chris' ex? I never knew, never even suspected. Damn, this is a fucking small world, isn't it?"




We Need To Talk Ch. 03 (Conclusion)



"Chris? Do you know who you have here?" He looked at her, puzzled. "Remember that motel receipt you found?"

"You're shitting me! No! The world isn't that small!" He laughed. "I don't think you ever told me her name." He looked at Liz. "You and Dougie, you were the ones she put up in the motel, when that ape you were married to started punching Doug around?" 

"Well, he wasn't an ape when I married him, not 'til he lost his job and started drinking." She turned to Ellie. "I never did get a chance to thank you for helping us. If you hadn't, I hate to think what might have happened."

"I'm glad I was able to. How are you doing, and Doug? Where is he?"

"Doug is married. He and his wife are both in the military, deployed in Germany. She is an Army nurse. He is based near the hospital and is the platoon leader for one of the hospital security teams. At least, I think that's how he described his job" she laughed. "I'm hopeless with details about their work. I guess it boils down to she's a nurse, he's a cop."

"And you?"

She gave a brief, cynical laugh. "I'm doing okay, I guess. A widow and twice divorced, both messy."

"Widow?" asked Sue. "I didn't know, Liz. I'm sorry."

"Don't be, Susie. Carl, my first husband, had the grace to get himself killed in a bar fight the week after I filed for divorce. Unfortunately, he started the fight, and had let his life insurance lapse, so there wasn't any money, but I also wasn't responsible for his debts. Small favors, huh?"

"Two messy divorces?" asked Ellen. 

"Yeah," replied Liz. "My ability to choose men never did improve. My second husband was a contractor. One day he came home and said he had to go down to Texas. When he came back a few days later he had an eighteen year old Mexican girl with him. He told me she was a present for me, to take care of the house. She was going to be a live in maid. 

"A few days later, I came home and heard her crying, saying "no, please, no!" over and over. He had her in our bedroom, trying to rape her. I guess since she didn't have a work permit, he thought she would have been easy. She got her green card, I got a divorce, he got fifteen years in a federal prison for smuggling aliens.

"The last son of a bitch, I really should have known better. He was just too damn charming to be true. Doug and I moved to Springville, downstate. I had managed to get a beautician's license and was able to rent a chair in a couple of upper level salons. I developed a good customer following, one of whom was Dick Pieters.

"After a couple of times in my chair, he started hitting on me, and I fell for it. Long story short, we were married about four months after our first date. He convinced me to open my own shop. He said he would handle all the paper work for me so I could concentrate on my customers. He handled it alright. 

"Everything was in his name, including the house I bought before we married. In essence, I was working for him. When the business was slow to take off, he became abusive, physically, mentally and verbally. 

"We had been married about four years; yeah, it was almost two years ago. He had started spending nights away from home. I frankly didn't care any more, and was thinking about how to get out. There were a bunch of bills that needed paying so I could get some supplies. I found the checkbook and discovered it was empty, even though I was depositing over $700 a week in it. 

"He had arranged it so that as soon as the money was deposited, it was transferred to his personal account. That's when I discovered he had put everything I had in his name--the house, the business, the car.

"I found a good lawyer and was able to get almost all of it back, but in the meantime, he had started spreading lies about me, claiming I was a lesbian, although I didn't really give a shit about that one, as many as it might turn off, it could attract a whole other segment of the population. 

"But he also started rumors that my license was fake, that I used inferior products, that the shop was a front for a prostitution ring, a drug ring, you name it. I can't count the number of times I'd be in the middle of a procedure and the cops would come storming in and search the place. 

"They eventually realized what the prick was up to and stopped responding, but by then customers had stopped coming to the shop. I started making home visits, but it's more expensive, and I can't raise my prices enough to cover all the added cost, but I'm getting by. Mostly."

Sue reached out to take hold of Liz's hand. "Oh, Lizzie, I am so sorry. Why don't you stay with us for a while? Chris and I will be gone during the week, but we'll back on weekends. You can keep Ellen company while we're away."

"What? What kind of honeymoon are you taking?"

Ellen briefly explained, then re-extended the invitation. "Unless there is something you absolutely have to do back in Springville, I could really use the company."

A ringing cell phone precluded Liz's reply. She flipped the cover open and answered it. "Liz Danials here?"

"Yes, Sheriff. I'm fine. I'm visiting my sister in upstate New York. Why do you ask?"

"He did what?"

"You caught him in the act? But you say not soon enough. How much damage was done?" The people with her saw Liz slump in her chair. Chris took the phone from her and spoke.

"Sheriff? This is Chris Davis, Liz's brother. What has happened?"

"Do you need her to come back right away?" 

"Not at all until the trial, then. Fine. Let me give you my e-mail address, then you can share that with whomever needs to contact Liz. I don't think she'll be up to coming back to Springville for a bit. The patrolman actually saw him light the car up?" Chris shook his head in wonder, listening to the sheriff. 

"Sheriff, can I ask a favor? Liz is going to be an attendant in a wedding here tomorrow. Would it be possible to delay any questions until Monday? From what she has shared with us, her relationship with the arsonist is pretty well documented in a series of false reports and accusations, not to mention his attempts to rob her blind. Thank you, we appreciate that. Good night, Sheriff Williams."

As he closed the flip phone, he took Liz's other hand and looked up into the questioning faces of the other women. "Her ex was caught setting fire to her car and house. They weren't able to save anything.

"Oh, Liz," said Sue, barely able to choke her sob. "I am so sorry. That settles it. You stay here until you have to go back for the trial." Liz nodded, silent tears running down her cheeks. Chris caught Sue's eye and gestured toward the lobby. 

She stood up and whispered to Ellen to stay and sit with Liz. In the lobby, she looked at Chris, waiting. He led them to an out of the way sitting area. Taking her hands, he started, "I know I told you I didn't want you to share me anymore, but..." Her kiss stopped him.

"Thank you, Chris, my lovely man. I was going to ask you, but was afraid because of what you said. I think Liz may need you more than Ellen did. What has happened to her is awful. I almost don't want her to go back to that awful town at all."

"Where are you and Ellen planning to get your hair done tomorrow?"

"Oh, we hadn't made any plans. Why?"

He took out his phone and dialed. "Marie, Chris Davis. How are you? Yeah, I been waiting on her for twenty years and finally let her catch me. Could you do a wash, style, and set, for three tomorrow morning? Thanks. Around ten? That's great, Marie. Thank you so much. "Oh, Marie, one of the women has a shop in Illinois, but is thinking of moving here. Do you know if her license would transfer, or what she would have to do to work here. Oh, yes. She's very good. She had a chair at one of the Chicago area country clubs. She told me one of her customers drove 75 miles each way every three weeks for her coloring services. Great, I really appreciate this Marie. Anytime."

Sue's eyes were bright and her smile, wide. "Dammit, Chris, I just want to fuck you into forever," she sighed. "but I guess it will have to wait until tomorrow night. Tonight, you sleep with Lizzie, and I'll join Ellen; she'll enjoy that. I think she and Liz are going to get on fine."

Chris stood up and pulled her up to him, locking her lips up with his while his hands explored her ass. "Where is our first stop tomorrow night?"

"I don't think we'll be going any further than the house until Monday. Ellen and I changed our plans a little this afternoon while you were gone. We can send her and Liz back here so we're alone, if you want."

"What do you want?"

"As long as I'm first and last, that's all that matters."

"You'd be okay with all three of you in bed with me on our wedding night?"

"As long as..."

"Mrs. Davis, you are a remarkable woman. My brother had no idea how lucky he was. God, I love you!" he exclaimed, picking her up in arms.

"Chris!" she laughed. "Put me down! Let's go eat this fancy meal you ordered for us. It's going to be an early morning tomorrow, and it looks like a late night for some of us." She gave a small giggle. "Let's not tell the others about the sleeping arrangements yet. We'll surprise them. Boy, will we surprise Liz."

The dinner was as delicious as Chris had hoped. Beef Wellington, loaded mashed potatoes, a lettuce wedge salad, followed by home made vanilla ice cream with a brandied berry sauce. Over an after dinner cordial, Chris shared the results of his call to Marie's Hair Salon with Liz and Ellen.

Marie, although she had been in business for nearly twenty years, was not quite forty, younger than any of them. In addition to her business, she also taught at the local vocational center, teaching students who, like her, made the decision to eschew a college education and prepare themselves for life after school. 

She was familiar with state licensing requirements and would be able to help Liz arrange for a practical exam, as well as any follow up training if needed. 

With tears in her eyes, she put her arms around Chris' neck, and looking at her sister, said, "Susie, I'm going to give this guy of yours a tonguesillectomy. I hope you don't mind, but I don't really give a...you know." she said, biting off her comment as the waitress approached.

"Good evening, Mr. Davis. The chef was wondering if you were satisfied with the meal this evening."

Chris looked up to the waitress. "Tell him I said it was...No, tell him I said it was okay, but the crust was too brown," he said, with a wink to his companions.

The young woman looked at the remains of the perfectly golden crust on the serving platter. "But..."

"It's okay, Claire. Just tell him what I said." After the young woman left, Chris said to the ladies, "This should be fun."

"What! That silly-assed son of a bitch said what?" came the shouts from the kitchen. "Too Brown! I'll show him too Brown! He wouldn't know a decent crust if it bit him on his too brown!" the chef expostulated as he burst through the kitchen doors. "Where is the ignorant..." he stopped, seeing Chris sitting surrounded by three of the most beautiful women he had seen in more than a few years.

"Hey, Sammy, how are you this evening? Can you join us for a few minutes?"

Wordless, mouth agape, the chef sat down. "Uhh uh, Claire said there was something wrong with your beef crust."

"It was perfect, Sam, just like I knew it would be. But if I had sent that message back, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to introduce you to my companions. Sam, this is my fiancé, Sue; her sister, Liz; and my ex-wife for fifteen years, Ellen. Ladies, Sammy Angel, chef and food designer extra ordinaire." 

"Pleased to meet you all, I'm sure. Fiancé? When did that happen? I was sure you were about as confirmed a bachelor as the Pope. Have you set the date yet?"

When the girls gave a small laugh, Sam hit his forehead with his hand. "Tomorrow! The dinner for twenty! Christ, I'm gonna quit, losing my mind. At least, what's left of it. Congratulations, Chris. Sue, my sympathies; anytime you want to get rid of him, I have a cage in the kitchen where we keep meat to be dry aged."

"Thank you, Sam, I"ll keep that in mind. It was nice to meet the chef who put together such a wonderful meal. Thank you for that, too. Chris, we really should be getting home. Tomorrow is going to be a long day."

"Too true. Sam, it was fabulous, as usual. If you have a chance tomorrow, please come out and say hello, steal a dance with the bridesmaid or something." Getting Sam's assurances he would, the small group departed.

While Chris took Liz's bags to his and Sue's room, Sue drew Liz to the couch in the living room. "Ellen," she said, "I'll join you in your room tonight. I'll be there in a few minutes." She directed her gaze to Liz. 

"No argument or discussion. Tonight, you get Chris all to yourself. After what you went through, and what happened today, you deserve to know what a caring man can do for you. 

"You'll find that, as far as sex is concerned, we're pretty open. Chris and I both have our one on one's with Ellen and with each other, and often it is the three of us. You will be welcome to join us, individually or as part of a group. 

"There are only two rules. After tonight, nobody sleeps with Chris unless I'm in the bed, too; and, mine is the first pussy to get fucked each day, and the last. Otherwise, Chris' prick is up for grabs; just remember, we have to share. Any questions?"

"Shit, Susie! What's he done to you? He told me a little of this on the drive from the airport. He said you weren't the Sue who was married to his brother, but my Gawd...hell, you're kinkier than I ever thought of being."

She glanced toward the hallway. "You do Ellen, too?"

"Mmhmm, and I bet after you try it once, so will you. Chris is good with his tongue, as I'm sure you'll find out tonight, but a woman's tongue, it's just so much more delicate. And of course, we're smaller boned, so penetration is more comfortable, in all the portals."

"All...you...I can't believe that! Ms Prude?"

"Well, so far only a finger or thumb, but I'm going to try, soon. You, ever?"

"Not willingly. One night when Carl was drunk, he forced me to take it there. And the firebug...I found out he was pimping a couple of girls when he brought them in to be made up for a special party. He had canceled a couple of good customers for this freebie. 

"When I recognized who I was working on, I objected and refused to continue. He hit me once and knocked me down. I still refused so he had the girls hold me down while he did it. I don't think I would ever consent to that, not unless I was too drunk to know what was happening."

"That's one of the nice things about being with Chris, you let him know your limits and he will take you to them, but not beyond. If your limit is no anal play at all, then he will caress the area between your vagina and anus, but not touch you there. 

"If you tell him no oral penetration, he'll show you how to kiss his cock to achieve the same effect without ever taking him in your mouth. But you'll learn all this on you own. Go enjoy yourself, Ellen and I will." 

They met Chris coming back down the hallway and turned him around. Sue turned into the guest room with a smile to Chris. "Enjoy yourselves. Chris, be especially good to my sister tonight. I won't be there to supervise, but I do know she is a screamer, so we'll know if you're doing things right. I love you both."

Chris just grinned at her and led Liz to the master bedroom. In the room, without closing the door, he drew her into his arms and kissed her gently. "Now do you believe me?" he asked, his hands drawing her skirt up in the back, massaging and searching for her globes at the same time. "Shouldn't you close the door?" she asked, glancing at the open doorway.

"If you want. It's been so long since it was closed, I don't even think about it."

"Even when it's just you and Sue?" He nodded, moving his hands to her waist to pull the bottom of her pullover out. "Is it ever just you and Ellen?"

"There have been a couple of occasions during the day when Sue was busy and some light necking between us escalated, but no overnights. Let's see, yeah, it was just a week ago that I confessed to Sue that I had been in love with her for almost twenty years..."

"You're shitting me..."

"No. I'll tell you all about it later. Since then, she has shared this bed. Ellen showed up last Saturday, and is welcome to join us anytime, but the understanding, from our first threesome, has been that overnights have to include Sue, and that she is the last woman each day I make love to, and the first one each morning. Beyond that, and with her blessing, Ellie, and now you, and I can screw our hearts out." He pulled her shirt over her head and reached around to unfasten her bra. 

Pulling it off, he flinched seeing the five faint, thin scars across the tops of her breasts. Without waiting for his question, she responded, "My first husband. One afternoon Dougie dropped something, some pans, and made a loud racket. Carl was nursing a hangover and got upset. He grabbed a willow switch he kept by the door and started after him. When I stepped between them, he said okay, if I wanted to protect Dougie, I could take his punishment, and he could watch. 

"He called Dougie to come watch, then tore off my shirt and bra and gave me five cuts with the switch. They all drew blood. I guess Dougie told Ellen about it the next day. When she came to see me, I admitted it happened, but didn't tell her how bad it was."

"God, Liz, I am so sorry. Tell me what you want, what you want me, us, to do. What do you want in terms of foreplay? I don't have any limits; if there's something you want I haven't done, tell me how and I'll try it."

"Hell, Chris, you looking at me like that is more foreplay than I usually get. Most of the guys I've been with have been the 'are-you-ready-here-I-come' variety. Why don't you make love to me like you would to Sue or Ellen?" He grinned and pulled her to him, his lips claiming hers, his tongue searching.

In the other bedroom, Sue had been surprised to find Ellen sitting on the bed, fully clothed. When Ellen looked up, she cocked her head, questioning the blonde.

"When I was teaching and helped her get away from her husband, I didn't realize who she was; she looked so different from how she was in high school. Her life since then sounds like a made for TV movie. She's been abused and debased by practically every man she's been with. 

"Her story made me think about me, and me and you. Sue, I love you and that love, for reasons I don't understand, has some definite physical components to it. And while I will always want to make love with you, I don't want to be a slave, to you or to anyone else. I don't want to debase myself, and I think I'm in danger of doing that if I continue to be a slave.

"I may, I probably will, let you dominate me when we have sex, but it will be because that's what I want, at that time, not because some time in the past I felt weak and lost and needed someone to take care of me. I would like us to simply be friends, with some unusual benefits, if you will, but friends and equals." She looked at her friend nervously. 

While she had been speaking, Sue's face had remained expressionless, neutral. According to their agreement earlier this week, Sue, technically, in the bedroom, was Ellen's Mistress. Ellen had been instructed to ready herself for sex with Sue. The fact that she was clothed, coupled with her speech, could be construed as an act of rebellion, deserving of severe punishment.

"Stand up, Ellen. Stand up and repeat your last sentence while you look at me." Ellen stood, but found it hard to look at the other woman whose face had hardened. "Look at me, goddam it! And tell me what you want!"

Ellen braced herself, pulled her shoulders back and looked Sue in the eye. "I...I...I want us...to be...f...f..friends and equals," she stammered. 




We Need To Talk Ch. 03 (Conclusion)



Sue walked to her, standing in front of the blonde so their bodies were in contact. Ellen nearly lost her balance trying to back away and hitting the bed. Sue caught her and pulled her back, engaging her in a tongue filled kiss. "Yes!" she said. "Thank Heavens! That's all I've been working for; for you to realize that and to no longer need to feel less than worthy. 

"I love you, too, Ellie. But the only time I will 'dominate' you when we're making love is when I'm on top in a 69." Ellen looked at her, eyes full of tears, then laughed as she realized what Sue meant.

"Oh, Sue! Thank you!" She embraced her friend, cheek to cheek.

"Now," said Sue, "we should get to bed. Tomorrow, I think, is going to be a long day, and Chris arranged for us to get our hair done by Marie, in the village, at ten." She caressed Ellen's breast lightly. "And I promised him all three of us tomorrow night."

"Sue! All of us! But it's your wedding night!" She studied the younger woman's face. "I know, first and last, but still...Why don't you and Chris stay at the inn, and I'll bring Liz back here, and you can join us for lunch or dinner."

"We'll see. Thank you, though, for the thought. Let's see what Chris says."

Liz positioned herself on the bed so her back was against the headboard so she could watch as Chris took off his clothes. On the few occasions their paths had crossed at Tom and Sue's, they had always been friendly, sharing a hug for their first greeting, and occasionally dancing if their was a party. 

She could recall a few, rare instances when he had, literally, risen to the occasion, giving her an approximate idea of his size. When his staff did emerge, she realized she was in for a bit of a night. Chris, she realized was not the biggest cock she had ever had, but he was visibly, significantly larger than any of her husbands had been. 

She grinned as Chris approached the bed and slid down so she was lying on her back. She reached her arms up to greet him. "C'mon, lover, Momma's waitin' and wantin'," she cooed to him. 

Chris joined her on the bed, rolling her to face him and pulling her leg over his hip, opening her pussy to his touch. His hands began exploring her body, finding her non-erotic sensitive points. As his hands explored, so did his lips and tongue. 

In a short period of time, Liz's nipples were diamond hard, hurting. She could feel her labia were engorged, her clit long since exposed, and Chris hadn't yet even kissed her breasts. She rolled on to her back, pulling Chris with her, her legs around his hips, pulling him toward her pussy. 

"Fuck me, Chris, I can't wait any more. I need you so bad, it hurts." She grabbed his ear lobe in her teeth and bit down."Now!" she growled, "or so help me, I'll bite this fucking ear off."

Chris laughed and pulled his head away from her, freeing his ear. He then slid down her body to take a nipple in his mouth. Seizing it with his teeth, he pinched. The sudden pain was enough to send Liz into orgasm. 

It wasn't long, but it was enough to release some of the sexual tension she was experiencing. She tried to pull him up to her lips for a kiss, but he just grinned and shook his head no, and slid further down her body. 

When Liz realized where he was headed, she sucked in a deep breath. Some of the guys she had been with before she married had been willing to go down on her, especially the older, more sophisticated of them. Before he got nasty, Carl had also done it for her, but neither of her other husbands would deign to kiss her below her nipples. 

"Uh, Chris, I might be a little dirty down there. You don't need..."

"Liz, as wet as you've been since we started, it's practically the equivalent of a shower, but if I can't stand the smell, I'll go get a washrag and take care of it. Okay?" he said, running his tongue from the top of her slit to the bottom, pushing it in to open her labia.

"Ooohhhhh, Gaaawwwd!" she moaned, loud enough to be heard in the other room. 

"Bout time over there!" they heard Sue shout.

"Oh, shit!" cried Liz, glancing at the still open door. "Fuck, Chris, the door..."

Her complaint was shut off as he moved up and into her. Another huge, loud moan announced their joining. As Chris entered her, opening her like she hadn't been open in over twenty years, she was reduced to babbling, "ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck," and "damnshitdamnshitdamnshit." 

Chris strokes in and out of his lover were, at first, slow measured strokes, designed to heighten her arousal and enjoyment. Still, it did not take her long to reach her climax, announcing her achievement with a loud scream. 

As she caught her breath and calmed down, her sister yelled more encouragement from across the hall. Liz and Chris gave a short laugh. "Go to hell, pervert!" Liz shouted back as Chris started moving again. She heard the other two women laugh at her response, then bare feet running. 

Sue and Ellen burst into the room and jumped on the bed, one on either side of the couple. "Who's a pervert? Look at these two, Ellen, they can't even interrupt their fucking to say hello to company," complained Sue, patting Chris on the back. 

Without withdrawing, he sat back on his heels, as Ellen bent down to capture Liz's lips in a kiss and Sue bent to plant a loud, long raspberry on Liz's stomach. As soon as she started, Ellen moved from Liz's lips to a nipple, where she repeated Sue's actions. 

Recalling some of their childhood horseplay, Sue started exploring her older sister's body, looking for remembered ticklish spots. Held down by Ellen, Liz was subjected to some massive tickling, resulting in a monster orgasm. 

She came so hard, her squirt bounced off Chris and showered Sue, making her stop to laugh and fall on the bed along side her sister. She rolled on her side to look at Liz. "Are you okay?" she asked, the smile and look of love reflected in he voice.

"Considering that I'm getting the best fuck I've had in too many years, and that half the town is in the room watching or listening to it happen, and I just pissed all over the poor guy, I'm fucking great," she laughed. "How are you?"

"Sleepy," Sue replied, getting off the bed. "C'mon, Ellie, let's go." Sue bent down and kissed her sister on the lips, her hand sliding down between her and Chris to find Liz's clit. 

She flicked it with her finger, eliciting a gasp from Liz. Sue bent down to whisper in her sister's ear, "I can't wait until we can fuck. It'll be soooo nasty." Liz groaned in reply, nodding. 

Sue turned to kiss Chris. "You're doing great, sweetie. Just remember we have a ten o'clock appointment." It wasn't until she turned to watch Sue leave that Liz realized the two women had been stark naked when they came into the room. She moaned again as the implication sank in.

Chris lowered himself to her chest and wrapped his arms around her, then turned them over so Liz was in the cowgirl position. She grinned and started posting on him. 

As she approached her climax, Chris pulled her down to take a nipple in his mouth. Her movements became erratic, frenzied. He reached behind her, scooping up some of her moisture on his middle finger, then thrust it into her asshole. 

The reaction was immediate. She had an orgasm which was only slightly eclipsed by the one set off by tickling. Her hips started gyrating, partly from the orgasm, partly to dislodge his finger, which didn't happen. 

She did, however, trigger Chris' climax, bathing her inner walls in several shots of male creme sauce, which caused her more little deaths as she collapsed on her lover's chest. When she could finally speak again, she hissed, with a smile, "You mother fucker, you'll pay for that." 

"I'm counting on it," he replied.

In the other room, the blonde and auburn beauties climbed into bed, facing each other. They leaned in to kiss goodnight; some hands found bosoms while others found vulvas. Without further ado, they fell asleep smiling at each other, maintaining their touches. They awoke in the same position.

Chris, uncharacteristically did not wake when the sun came through the windows, nor when Sue came through the door to wake Liz. It was the sound of his 4x4 driving down the gravel drive which woke him. He stretched and moaned with the pleasant ache which follows a great coupling. He made his way to the kitchen for coffee, to the bath for a long hot shower, and then to his office to tend to his e-mail.

There were some follow up questions about his last trip, an inquiry about his availability, some congratulatory messages from people who had heard about the wedding but couldn't get there, a message for Liz from the DA in Springville to the effect that there would be no trial. 

Her ex, when he sobered up and saw the evidence against him had decided to plead guilty to a charge of criminal mischief. Because of the amount of damage that had been done, it was still a felony, but three years beat fifteen. 

Her insurance company was offering a $200K settlement, based on the value of the house, her business equipment, and the apparent destruction of the business itself. 

There was also a message from Rick, Ellen's husband, asking if he had heard from her; she had been gone over a week without any word; he was worried she might be injured or hospitalized somewhere without family support. 

As usual, there was also a ton of spam. By the time he was finished with all of the e-mail, it was almost noon. He heard the 4x4 coming up the drive. 

When he heard the door open, he got up and started down the hall, still nude from the shower. When he saw the women, he stopped dead in his tracks. His jaw dropped; his cock rose. He found his voice after several seconds. 

"Uh, the set for Sex in the City is down the road, about 500 miles. Are you lost?" The three women, coal black brunette, blonde and auburn hair done up to perfection, had also been professionally made up. Although the make up couldn't be seen, the effect had transformed three beauties into candidates for the title of 'Most Likely to Stop (fill in any city) Traffic."

Sue laughed. "Well, if we are, we've found our Mr. Big, it seems." She flowed into his arms to greet him with a kiss. "Thank you for sending us to Marie. She is an absolute gem."

"Sis, may I? I need to thank this hunk. Based on what you told her last night, she had sent out an e-alert to some of her more 'fashion forward' customers, as she put it, about me joining her. 

"She had me cut and style one of her other hairdressers, and give her a beauty treatment, including make-up. She said she'll endorse my license transfer, and I have a full week of appointments already. Thank you, Chris, for everything," she said, administering the tonguesillectomy she had promised him last night.

He greeted Ellen with a kiss, then passed on the messages. Liz was relieved that she wouldn't have to return for a trial, and was pleased with the insurance settlement, but decided to ask for more based on her new national reputation, to see what the insurance company would say. Ellen went off to call her husband. Chris also reminded them that Father Ivan, who was to marry them at three, had asked they be at the church no later than two-thirty to fill out the paperwork.

Later, to Sue, Chris would confess he remembered practically nothing of the rest of the day. Only that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, or wanted to see again. 

He did remember that night, at the inn, alone with Sue. Luckily, someone had thoughtfully rented the remaining rooms to keep them vacant, so the couple had the inn to themselves, except for the concierge. Luckily, because Sue's screams of orgasmic delight would have kept any other roomers awake until the first rays of sun peeped through the windows.

The honeymoon trips had been enjoyable, for other reasons, too. Although Chris had lived in New York for nearly ten years, the only part of it he was at all familiar with was the county in which his farm was located, and the traffic corridor between his farm and the regional airport. 

They had spent the month seeking out tourist attractions, major and minor. They had let themselves be amused by the honeymoon hotel atmosphere at Schroon (pronounced Screw-in) Lake; been in awe of the Adirondack Peaks, especially when in full fall color; enjoyed the historical significance of the Revolutionary War battlegrounds; engaged in some mild corporate espionage while visiting several wineries. They had even sneaked in a couple of college football games, to Sue's delight.

Now they were headed home, having cancelled their last week of trips. For the last several days, Sue had complained of fatigue and some overwhelming nausea. Mindful of his driving, Chris hurried, slowly, anxious to get home so he could get her to a doctor. 

Pulling up to the farmhouse, he was relieved to see Liz's car in the drive. He was sure she would be able to help him convince Sue to see the doctor. As he got out of the car, she came out of the door. 

"Hey, guys. Glad to see you all home again. Chris, you have to speak to Ellen. She's been sick, but I can't get her to go to the doc. She says it's just a flu, nothing to worry about."

"Flu?"

"Yeah, she complains about being tired all the time, and achy, plus she's barfing every morning regardless of what she eats. I'm sure it's something more than flu."

Chris looked at the car, the facts sinking in. "Liz, please tell me you're on birth control." 

(FINIS)

After word: 

Sue had been told it was 'unlikely' she'd be able to get pregnant. But just as it's possible to pass a penny thru a dime-sized hole in a sheet of paper by crimping the paper, some of the sex positions Chris and Sue used probably opened her Fallopians enough to allow an egg to pass through. 

Advances in treatment methods, and her own healing over time made it possible for her to carry their son to viability. After the baby was born, she wrote a best selling novel based on her life from the time Tommy died until her son was born. She is currently negotiating with a major movie studio.

When Ellen and Rick married, he had already had a vasectomy. It had been so long since she had had to worry about birth control, she had stopped thinking about it. She delivered her daughter just two weeks after Sue.

During her pregnancy, Chris' wineries and the co-op renting his acreage formed a consortium to market their products. Ellen was hired to direct consumer education. She moved in with Chris and Sue.

Liz wasn't on birth control, as such. After escaping Carl and his wrath, she had her tubes cut and tied. She became a partner with Marie, and introduced the concept of the traveling bridal beautician, who came to the bride on the day of the wedding to do hair and make-up. 

She married Chris' best man. He sometimes travels with Ellen. When he does, Liz stays with Chris and Sue. It gets soooo nasty.