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Valerie
By JS3729
Chapter One
It was so difficult after Sady's death. We had been together
nearly twenty-five years, and she died six weeks before our twenty-sixth
anniversary. She was only 45 years old. I was only 47 myself. We married
as soon as she graduated high school. Two kids, a paid mortgage and a
lifetime of memories later, I was now alone. Our two children married
themselves with their own lives to lead. A job that held no interest for
me anymore, and no reason to stay in a town with nothing but memories.
I decided to return home.
Home was Taylorsville, a rural community that Sady and I both fled
as soon as we could. She wanted her family raised in the city, and my
job demanded it. I was one of the early computer pioneers involved with
much of the start up of the personal computer so much of everyone's
life these days.
Sady and I were the rarest of all couples - a perfect match. In
fact, my son proudly tells his friends that he can never remember his
folks ever fighting when he was growing up. He was right - we never did
fight in front of the kids. The only times we ever really disagreed was
when Sady was ill, and she wanted to give her things away to her
friends, things I wanted to keep. But in end, I gave in and she was
happy.
Her death from cancer was both sudden and fast. She was gone in
less than nine months after she was diagnosed. I will always mourn her.
Chapter Two
Arriving in Taylorsville, I settled into the hotel and began to
make inquiries about what housing was available. With both children
married and having children of their own, I knew I would need a house
for visitors. As I looked in the real estate listings, a house caught my
eye. It was my old home, now up for sale since the people who bought it
from my folks when they retired to Arizona were selling it so they could
retire to Florida. Amazing luck.
I contacted the realtor and got my first shock. He was my
childhood friend Ricky. When he saw me, his face lit up in a grin. We
hadn't seen each other since my daughter's
marriage five years ago.
"Kevin, how are you doing, buddy? What are you back in town for, a
visit?"
"Nope, with all the memories, I decided to go home again. I want
to be with people I know and trust and feel genuine warmth with. People
I grew up with. I've come about my old house. Is it still available?"
"Nope, not any more. You want the paperwork now, or do I just give
you the keys?"
"Wait a minute? How much are they asking? I'm not sure I can
afford it." The price he quoted was so low I figured he made a mistake.
"No mistake. They want to move badly - their condo offer expires
Friday. You can be moved in by Wednesday."
I agreed, paid the down payment and thanked God for the luck.
I went by the old house and I got nostalgic. I had not been there
for nearly ten years since my parents moved. Now with both of them gone
too, it was a little sad returning.
Until I saw Valerie.
Chapter Three
Valerie. My childhood sweetheart who married the boy who got her
pregnant at seventeen and broke both our hearts.
Sady and I were friends growing up and her sister Valerie was my
love. She was my age and we were inseparable as kids, and then as
teenagers. She was the only girl I ever kissed, and the one I planned
to lose my virginity too. I didn't plan on Brad Graham.
The Grahams moved into our neighborhood in my junior year, and he
took a shine to Valerie right away. She was shocked and let him know she
was taken. She even introduced me as her boyfriend to Brad. I hated him
instantly.
Two months later, Valerie suddenly stopped coming over. She would
break off our dates and I began to see her hanging around with Brad who
made sure I knew she was with him now. To this day, I don't know why
Valerie went to him, but it happened.
Somewhere in the beginning of our senior year, my love lost her
virginity to Brad. I took me nearly a month to get over the hurt from
that. Valerie never realized I was hurt.
Brad, though was dumb, and did not use protection. Valerie became
pregnant and her folks and Brad's folks forced them to marry.
Brad then made me his enemy for life. He took Valerie away with
him somewhere else. I hadn't seen her since until today.
Sady was Valerie's younger sister who had the biggest crush on me
since the first time she knew what a crush was. When Brad took Valerie,
Sady seized her chance. We married three years later, and I never
regretted it.
But were I to be truly honest, I never stopped loving Valerie.
Sady blamed her for our break-up and refused to have anything to do with
her. I saw Brad at Sady's funeral, but I didn't see Valerie. Brad came
over to me truly sorry. I hit him. I had always wanted to hit him, and
him coming to my wife's funeral infuriated me. He didn't say a word, he
just looked at me sadly and left.
Chapter Four
Valerie was out in her garden, she hadn't seen me yet. I was
looking for Brad's car or the cars of their kids, but all I saw was one
old Chevy sitting in front of her garage. Nothing or nobody else was
around.
I couldn't walk up to her yet; I still had too much hurt to get
rid of.
That night I got a phone call from Brad of all people. He was
truly sorry about coming to the funeral, but he had come. He felt
responsible for Sady and I being together, and he wanted to pay his
respects. I asked him why Valerie didn't come and he just said he
didn't know. They divorced ten years ago when their last child left
home. Great!!!!!!
The next day I was wondering how to work up the courage to talk to
her again, when my doorbell rang. I opened it up and there was Valerie
with a huge smile on her face.
I invited her in, and tried not to let my emotions out. I mean it
had been thirty years since I last saw her, and that is a long time to
try to remember feelings. But as I looked at her, I was still
seventeen, and I was still hurting. I thought of Brad and how he got
what I wanted. Sure I had a happy and long marriage with a wonderful
woman, but there were times I wondered how Valerie and I would have been
as husband and wife, and why Brad got her virginity, not me. I didn't
even get Sady's. She had sex with one of her earlier boyfriends because
I was out of reach at the time.
"Hello, Kevin. When I heard that you bought your old house, I
couldn't wait to see you again."
"Hi Valerie. It's been thirty years, but it still seems like
yesterday. Where is Brad?" I knew, but I wanted her reaction to the
question. It would give me some idea how to proceed.
"We divorced a long time ago. We were never in love - we just made
babies. After five years and three kids, we couldn't leave -we had too
many responsibilities. How are you and Sady doing anyhow? I would have
thought she would be with you. I miss my sister something fierce. She
would not have anything to with me after Brad and I got married. I
don't blame her either. I hurt both of you."
"You don't know? Brad was at the funeral. He didn't tell you?"
Valerie's eyes filled up with tears. She hadn’t known! "Funeral?
Sady's dead? How, when, why didn't I know?"
"She died last year of cancer. It spread so fast she was gone
within nine months. Brad never told you?"
"Brad and I left as enemies. I began to hate him early in our
marriage when he started cheating on me. I could never prove it but all
the wives knew, and it was like I was to be pitied as the unknowing
wife. I had my affairs too, but none of them meant anything other than
revenge. He didn't care, anyway. He just kept fucking anything in a
skirt. Now I find out he knows my sister died, and didn't even have the
courage to tell me. God, I hate that man!" Tears and anger were
fighting on Valerie's face. Tears won. She broke down in sobs and I
reacted without thinking. I went over and hugged her intending to let
her cry it out.
Valerie's eyes shot back up and she looked deep into my eyes. She
saw the pain reflected there and she kissed me softly. I pulled away
not understanding. She just looked
at me sadly.
"You don't have anybody do you? The kids have their own life, and
you have none."
"Ya, that's right. It still hurts."
"You just described me too. My three kids are all gone, Lisa and I
don't associate with each other anymore. She's a lesbian, and I can't
accept that the little girl I watched grow up and juggle dates with guys
for six years now lives with a butch dyke and would look at home on a
motorcycle as part of a gang. At least the boys turned out right. I have
three grandkids now, and they're my life. Unfortunately they all live so
far away."
"I know the feeling. My son Randy lives on the West Coast with his
two boys and Sandy, and Lynn lives in New York with Bill and her two
girls. The oldest girl shows signs of being like your Lisa. She doesn't
date, and spends all her time with girls. Lynn is really worried about
her and Bill is sick about it. Maybe you can talk to them about Lisa and
help them handle it."
Valerie blanched when I told her about the girl. She asked for
Lynn's phone number and promised to call her. I finally had to ask.
"Valerie, why did you kiss me just now?"
"Kevin, for thirty years I've regretted my infatuation with Brad.
My love for you was strong, but Brad overrode it somehow. I knew you
wanted to wait to make love until we were both ready, but Brad was
insistent. I was afraid if I didn't do it, he would drop me and the
girls would gossip about how I couldn't keep the stud and had to settle
for the geek. I know now he just wanted a fuck, and he could have cared
less how I felt. My life ended that night. I gained a baby, and a man I
grew to hate as a husband, and lost the only boy I loved to my sister
because I was a fool and wanted a stud for a boyfriend, not the caring,
loving person I already had. The kiss was to see if any sparks remained.
Were there any?"
"Valerie, I never stopped loving you, even when I was married to
Sady. I think the reason I married her was she was your sister, looked
like you somewhat, had the same
loving personality, and was available. You were not. She loved me too.
We had a happy marriage, and I never cheated on her, I couldn't ever do
that, but a part of my heart was still with you, even though I never saw
you for thirty years. And yes, the kiss meant something to me."
"You know the reason I went out with Brad in the first place was
to hurt you." My look of astonishment made her wince.
"Why would you want to hurt me? You sure did. Even now, it still
hurts when I think of it."
"Blame Sady. I could see she wanted you, even if you couldn't. I
wanted to be screwed badly, and I knew you weren't ready, or Sady would
have been fucking you. She
was so hot for you that many nights I came home hearing her voice
moaning out your name as she fucked herself with her vibrator. Did you
know she took her own cherry while screaming your name out?"
"No. I thought she gave it to the boy she was dating then. They
seemed like an item."
Valerie laughed. "You mean Roger? Kevin, Roger was gay. The only
reason the two of them went out was to stave off the gossip. Roger was
fucking some older college guy, and Sady only had eyes for you. She knew
she had no chance with me in the picture."
"But that still doesn't explain why you had to hurt me like you
did."
"In my mind, for all those years, we had been married. And as a
married lady, I wanted my husband to fuck me. But you never seemed to
understand my signals and signs that I wanted your cock buried in me.
You just acted like you always did. Somehow I started to believe you
didn't desire me for sex, just for a companion and friend."
"You have to be kidding! I must have wasted a couple of gallons of
sperm after one of our dates jacking off thinking of pounding my cock
in your pussy. But I wanted to wait. I wanted it to be special - not
just a fuck, but something we would remember the rest of our lives. I
had planned to do it at Christmas time as your present. Instead I had
my first fuck with Sady. Not what I had dreamed of, but what I got. I
would never have admitted it to Sady, but your face was on hers as I
fucked her. It was your moans I was imagining, and your body I was
seeing. It took me nearly all the rest of the school year to really see
Sady and not you. She never complained, though. She was just happy to be
with me. Maybe that's why our marriage was so good. She had enough love
for the both of us."
"I always wanted you to be my first, but so did Sady. But I
couldn't wait anymore. I needed a cock, and if you wouldn't do it, I
found someone who would. It hurt like hell as he was anything but
gentle, but what hurt more was the hurt I saw in your eyes. It's why I
ignored you. I couldn't stand to see it, and I hated myself. I was
punishing myself for my impatience.
"The night I found out you were fucking Brad, I found out from
Sady who saw you two in Brad's car. She went home and got sick. She
called me and was crying so hard that she could hardly talk. This from a
girl who loved me so much that her heart broke when her sister broke
mine. That was when I knew just how much Sady cared, and it's when I
began to fall in love with her. I knew I had lost you somehow. I just
didn't know why until now. Sady never held the fact that I still loved
you against me. She refused to let me think badly of you, but she could
never forgive you. Do you know Sady made me promise not to contact you
as she was dying? She didn't want you here to hurt me more."
By this time I had lost it again, and tears came out. Valerie just
sat there stunned. It took her several minutes to find her voice and
when she did I could barely hear her.
"Sady knew she was a substitute. She even came to me asking how to
get you to see her, not me. I had no answer to that, and that was when
I started to hurt. I knew I was pregnant by that time, and I told Brad
who told his parents. I wished now that he had not done that. I could
have gone to you and explained. Would you have married me anyway?'
"I would have been mad, but I would have married you anyway,
anytime, in any condition. But Brad seemed to want to have you after he
found out you were pregnant. It
doesn't seem to make much sense to me. Why would he act like he wanted
kids and then run around on you?"
"Simple if you know Brad. The sluts he chased were all married
too, and since he was married, there was no danger of anything permanent
coming from his little affairs. That was until he met Cindy" and she
chuckled a bit.
Then she got up to leave telling me she had to go to work and she
would stop in tomorrow and continue her story.
As I watched her leave, I wondered if we got still have anything
together, or had too much time and pain passed. I knew I still loved
her, but I wasn't sure about her.
Chapter Five
The next morning she came over about nine, dressed in an outfit
designed for seduction. Maybe we did have a chance after all. She
noticed my lustful stare and smiled. She sat down on the couch, while I
took the chair. She frowned for a moment and then continued where she
left off yesterday.
"All right, who was this Cindy that you mentioned? Did I know
her?"
"Yeah, we both did. Remember Cindy Johnson?"
"The school lezzie? Of course I did. The guys all loved to watch
new kids try to pick her up. She was quite a sight with her long hair,
big tits, and obvious interest in only girls. I even looked at her a
couple of times myself. Of course, you had the biggest set of tits in
school, so it wasn't quite the temptation."
Valerie actually blushed. As I looked at her now, they hadn't
shrunk much. Sady was also top-heavy. Not as big as Valerie, but still
quite delightful to feel on your chest as you fucked her.
"Well Brad didn't know what she was. Cindy married some poor idiot
of a guy who didn't realize how she was. I would be willing to bet the
only time her husband fucked her was on their honeymoon. They were only
married a couple of years before Cindy left him for some woman
somewhere. She never divorced him, though, so Brad thought there was a
jealous husband somewhere being cuckolded."
"But Cindy didn't fuck guys. At least not that I ever knew."
"She did fuck guys once in a while in college. She figured it was
an easy way to get nice expensive things without paying for them. She
would fuck some guy for a hour and then go home to her lover and fuck
her the rest of the night while they were laughing about whatever she
managed to get from her date.'
"So Brad fell into her trap. What did she get from him?"
"No, actually Cindy told me about how Brad had hit on her in high
school. She was a friend of mine, and of course she had to let me know
what my boyfriend was up to. I just laughed knowing the response he'd
get from her. But she accepted the date with him, and she told me later,
let him be the first male she had fucked in over two years, since she
began fucking women full time. I was astonished, but she told me why she
did it. Sady and her had made love a couple of times before Sady got
you, and she did it as a favor for Sady. She was supposed to leave him
with a large case of blue balls, but Brad was blessed or cursed with a
cock that for some reason Cindy wanted in her cunt. I was amazed, but
it happened."
"Wait a minute. Sady had lesbian sex with Cindy. I tried to get
her to agree to a three-way with one of her friends in high school but
she said the thought of sucking another girl's pussy made her ill. She
was no lesbian, or bisexual, not from the amount of time she spent on my
cock."
Valerie chucked again. "Sady hated the afternoon she spent with
Cindy. She did it on a dare from me. See, Cindy had been after me for
years, and I let her know that cocks were the only things I wanted in my
pussy, not girl's tongues. But she never gave up. She finally turned to
Sady who was too young to know any better. The session they had was the
only time I ever knew Sady to try lesbian love. Cindy told me later that
she couldn't
enjoy because it felt forced and she knew Sady was not having any fun.
But they became good friends because Cindy finally had a girl for a
friend, and not a girlfriend. She told me that she relied on both Sady
and I as the only friends she didn't have to worry about sneaking off to
be with somebody else, or bragging about their sex. We remained close
until Sady and you left."
"How did Brad meet her again and what happened?"
"Cindy was a sales rep for a perfume company. She figured it was
the perfect job for a lesbian. She could meet all these nice sexy
ladies and fuck whichever one of them she wanted to. Well, one day,
Brad's company was looking to sign her company to an advertising
contract. Brad was assigned as the rep and Cindy was assigned from her
company. The perfume company wanted a woman they did not have to worry
about
handling the contract."
"So they were thrown together in negotiations, huh?"
"Yes. Closed door negotiations. Inside of two minutes they were
humping like rabbits, and Brad was banging her cunt as hard as he could.
He had still not remembered who she was. That infuriated Cindy, because
she actually liked the fuck she got from Brad in high school. Enough to
try to steal him away from me. I should have let her have him!"
"What finally happened?"
"To make a long story short, Brad left me for her."
My look of surprise caused her to chuckle again.
"Yep, he was smitten. Cindy tried to remain the good faithful
wife, but ran off to live with Brad. But inside of two months, Brad
called me up all upset. Seems he got home early one day and found his
mistress and three other women in an orgy on his bed. Brad, of course
undressed intending to join. Cindy got up, shut the door and told him to
come back in a couple of hours. Brad was astonished."
"You mean they had been living together for two months, and still
didn't remember who she was?"
"Brad's little head was doing all the thinking. Cindy played him
like a fiddle. Giving him less and less sex each week. By this time, I
had filed for divorce and Brad gladly accepted the terms. Cindy kicked
him out of their apartment the day after my divorce became final. She
called me up and asked me if her revenge was sweet to me. I just
laughed. We went out for coffee together making sure Brad's office
people saw us. I'm sure the gossip that day just about killed him."
"So Cindy never really wanted Brad?"
"At first she did, but then her lesbianism took over like it
always did before. Soon she couldn't stand the thought of him fucking
her, and she called me. I filed for divorce the next day. Inside of six
months, I was a free woman."
Valerie got up and called somebody on my phone. "Yes, he's here.
Come on over when you can" and she gave somebody my address. She sat
back down with an innocent look on her face.
"All right, who is coming over?"
"Wait. It's somebody you won't believe."
Chapter Six
Valerie was right. About fifteen minutes later a red BMW pulled
into my driveway and a stunning blonde woman got out. She was dressed
much like Valerie and as I let her in, I realized who this was - Cindy!
Cindy hugged and kissed me warmly which was a shock. But the real shock
was yet to come.
She went over to Valerie who smiled at me and then slid her dress
up. She was naked underneath. Cindy moved between her legs and began to
slurp at her brunette cunt. I stared in disbelief and my heart sank. I
watched Cindy bring Valerie to a crashing orgasm as my stomach was
turning over and over. Then Valerie got up and Cindy took her place. She
lifted her miniskirt to show she was also naked underneath, and Valerie
began feasting on her lush blonde snatch. I couldn't take anymore, I
left and ran to my room and locked the door. I started crying and soon
fell asleep. When I went back downstairs a couple of hours later, they
were gone. No note, no nothing. My heart broke again.
The following day I got a call from Cindy who apologized for
running off before I could hear the whole story. She promised to come
over tonight to explain. I asked about Valerie and she said it would be
explained tonight.
I wasn't sure I wanted to see either one of them now. I debated
with myself and decided to split for a few days. I needed to think. Was
my love now a lesbian and I had
no chance again? Was this some kind of test or something? I was
confused.
I left Cindy a note on the door telling her I would return when I
could handle what I saw last night. Right now, I couldn't.
I stayed away for three days, finally coming to a conclusion. I
would call Ricky and ask if he had any other property that I could buy.
I couldn't stand to see the woman I loved with another woman.
I went back intending to move all my stuff out and be gone to a
hotel by that night. I never got the chance.
As I pulled in the driveway, Valerie was coming out of her house
with Cindy following behind. There was a third woman quite a bit younger
than either Valerie or Cindy. I figured it must be Lisa, her gay
daughter. Now it began to make sense. I didn't even open the car door. I
tried to back out, but Cindy plastered herself in back of my car and the
younger woman stood in the front. Valerie tried to open my locked door.
I looked at her with dismay. She was crying! Why? I opened the car door
and tried to get out. Valerie leaned in and kissed me full on the lips,
taking my breath away. Now I was really
confused and hurt.
She pulled me out of the car. I gave her my keys; she opened the
door and motioned Cindy and the other woman in.
When we were all inside I took a good look at all three of them.
Cindy was wearing a short skirt and a loose blouse that was opened
far enough down to show quite a bit of cleavage. Her breasts were big
but still firm, not like Valerie's, and she was showing off what she did
have. She had an expression of sadness and caring on her face.
Next I looked at the younger woman who was hugging Valerie as if
to confirm that she was Lisa. She no longer looked like a dyke biker.
Her hair was still short, but now styled in an appealing way. Her body
was a younger and not so voluptuous version of her mother. She had a
look of passion and she was looking at Cindy with lust.
Finally I looked at the woman I wanted to love me. She was wearing
a simple print dress that clung to her body as if it was a couple sizes
too small. The look in her eyes was one of hurt and surprise.
"Kevin, why did you run away?" Valerie was genuinely puzzled.
I couldn't say anything; my heart was breaking again. Cindy got a
look of recognition on her face.
Cindy turned to Valerie and gave a disapproving stare to Lisa.
"Val, I think he thinks you've went gay, and we're lovers."
At that statement, Lisa began laughing. She was almost in
hysterics. Valerie was looking at Cindy and me with a look of
disbelief.
Lisa finally spoke. "Nice to meet you Kevin. I'm Lisa, if you
haven't already guessed. I came for a visit yesterday with my husband
(HUSBAND?) and he's gone to take the kids for school registration. And
no, I'm not gay no matter what my mother may have thought." She was
still chuckling.
Cindy was looking at her and she smiled. "Lisa, why do you say
that? You've been after me since you were a teenager. You still look
like you want to jump my bones, don't you?"
Lisa nodded. "I'm not gay, I'm bisexual, and Mike has no problem
with that as long as I tell him before I fuck someone. Now, mother,
isn't it time for confessions, before poor Kevin has a heart attack.
Tell him what you told me this morning, better yet, why don't you show
him. You won't offend either one of us, that's for sure."
Valerie looked at her daughter, and then at Cindy whom were both
nodding. She got up and turned to both of them. Okay, you two, back to
the house. Mike will think you've eloped or something. I want to talk to
Kevin alone. And don't wait up."
Huh? Now, I was really confused.
The two women left after giving me a kiss each (Lisa slipped me
some tongue and Cindy groped my half-hard cock!)
Chapter Seven
Valerie turned to me after locking the door behind her and pulled
her dress off. She was naked underneath it. She started up the stairs
looking for the bedroom. I was in a state of shock and it took me
several minutes for my brain to kick back in. When it did, I went
upstairs not really knowing what to expect.
Valerie was looking at my dresser at the last picture taken of
Sady before her illness. It was a happy time – it had been our
nineteenth wedding anniversary. Valerie was crying softly. I came over
to her and kissed her tentatively.
She threw her arms around me and gave me the kind of kiss I hadn't
gotten since Sady and I had to quit making love. She pulled back and led
me to my bed. She undressed me, kissing each part she uncovered, until
by the time she was done, I was hard as a rock.
Now my penis is fairly long - seven inches and quite thick, but it
had only been in one cunt for its whole time - Sady's tight and loving
cunt. Now, maybe after thirty years, it would be going in her sister's
cunt.
The look on Valerie's face was one of surprise and happiness. "My
God, you're big and long!" (What, just how big was Brad?) She must have
read my mind. She held her fingers about five inches apart and then held
her fingers about an inch apart. So Brad was not that well endowed, huh?
She bent down and took my cock in her mouth lovingly and carefully
as though she was afraid she might bruise it somehow. She looked up at
me and started sucking. I was ready to shoot in minutes. I reached down
for her hanging breasts and she moaned into my cock making me shoot into
her mouth with no warning. She tried to swallow it, but she wasn't able
to get too much of it. No matter, it was the thought that counts.
She stood back up and we embraced together in the nude for the
first time. Her body was showing the signs of age, her breasts, once so
big and high on her chest, now were
sagging quite a bit, but they were still appealing to me. Since I had
never seen them in their youthful state, this was wonderful to me. She
looked a little apprehensive, but she had nothing to worry about. I
would have still made love to her if she were in a wheelchair.
I was no spring chicken myself, and my overweight and balding body
would not attract many women. But Valerie was not many women, and her
look of joy was no fake.
She was thrilled that I still looked this good. It made me feel 18
again.
We sank into the bed and began slowly kissing while I was running
my hands over her breasts and she was caressing what was left of my
chest hairs. Somehow I was transported back to when I was seventeen and
she and I were doing what we should have done all those years ago. But
my mind still reminded my body that I had all those good years with
Sady, and I still loved her even though she was gone.
Valerie pushed me over and straddled my legs. She slowly rose up
me until her wet cunt was directly above my cock. It was not really hard
yet - my recuperative powers were not very good anymore, but Valerie
didn't seem to care. She was content to rub my dick up and down her slit
crack, which just got wetter and wetter. Shortly I began to revive my
prick preparing it for what I have wanted since I was a small boy. I
reached down and gently squeezed Valerie's breasts and she cooed in my
ears. I took one of them into my mouth and began to suck. Soon I was
greedily worrying her large nipple and she was starting to cum. She
finally came with a resounding scream and I chose this moment to insert
my now hard cock into her sopping wet cunt. It slid in easily. Her cunt
was still pretty tight considering her age, but Sady's was tighter. Or
maybe I just remembered it that way.
Valerie was rocking back and forth chanting my name, and coming on
a regular basis. Sady never came more than once or twice - Valerie was
soaking me. My dick was harder than it has been in years, and I knew my
come would fill her to the brim. Sure enough, I came in sheets into her
welcoming womb and she kissed me like mad, grinding her boobs into my
chest. Did that ever feel good! I finally quit spurting and I knew I was
done for a
long while. Valerie looked down at me, kissed me tenderly and fell
asleep on my chest.
Chapter Eight
I looked up to see a grinning and naked Lisa watching me. She
looked as though she had been feasting on some pussy, and soon Cindy
popped her head in. She was naked too, and the smell of aroused cunt
wafted throughout the house.
I was getting a little sickened by the sight in front of me, and
Valerie woke up and smelled it too. She turned around and her face went
white.
"You two couldn't have went home to do that? You know how Kevin
feels about lesbianism. Now go home and finish that. And Lisa, I'm
surprised at you. I thought you
loved Mike, and here you are eating Cindy out in somebody else's house
without even asking him."
Lisa's grin never left. "Mike knows all about me, and he doesn't
care. Why do you think I married him? He knows I prefer cunts to cocks,
but I want kids too. Mike only fucks me a couple of times a week,
which is about all I can stand. He has his women on the side and I don't
say anything to him about them. Our daughter is not mine, his secretary
is the mother. I fuck her too on a regular basis."
By now I was ill and I got up and ran to the bathroom where I
proceeded to retch. I heard arguing behind me and Valerie seemed furious
at somebody. Lisa's voice was the loudest and I guess that was whom they
were arguing about.
The bathroom door opened and Cindy stood there with a worried
expression on her face. She came over and hugged me. Her breasts pressed
into my chest and I noticed her nipples were hard and erect. She smiled
and kissed me hungrily. Now I was at a loss again and very confused. I
realized that I still didn't know what had happened that other night. I
pushed Cindy away from me and grabbed my robe. I went out into the
bedroom to find Valerie in my bedroom chair with Lisa bent over getting
spanked from her mother.
Lisa was facing me and her eyes reflected astonishment and fear.
Cindy got the phone and called somebody to come over.
Five minutes later a tall, handsome, kind looking man strode in
and took one look at Lisa and went white. He looked at Cindy in a rage,
and then he looked at me.
"Hi, I'm Mike and I see my wife can't keep her damned mouth away
from cunts again. I wish she would stop it, but I love her, so I let her
do it. It hurts, though."
Lisa pushed off from Valerie with an expression of disbelief.
"What do you mean, it hurts you? You knew I was bisexual before you
married me, and you accepted it."
"Honey, you're not bisexual, and we both know it. You're a
lesbian, and we should have never married. I love you, but it's not
enough. You don't love me enough to stay away from other women. I can't
keep living with half a wife." He pulled out some papers from his coat.
"Here are divorce papers. It's time we ended this farce we call a
marriage before we hurt the kids. I want my son and daughters to grow up
in a loving home. They don't have that now."
He put the papers in front of a crying Lisa and left. I walked out
with him trailed by Valerie. I didn't know what to say, but I wanted him
to know he had a friend if he needed one. Valerie just put her arm
around me and told Mike he was welcome to stay as long as he needed to.
Lisa would be moving out tomorrow, she said.
Mike looked at me and said "Kevin, if you're smart, you'll marry
Valerie. She loves you, she talks about nobody else, but she does come
with baggage. And one of that baggage just hurt me for the last time,"
and he started to cry. I suddenly felt for this man I had only met a few
minutes ago, and I knew he had been hurt just as much as I had. But he
was in worse shape. He was left to raise three kids by himself because
his uncaring wife won't make the sacrifice to keep him. I instantly
hated Lisa. The look on Valerie's face was even scarier to me. She
turned to me and led me back into the house.
Lisa was trying to kiss Cindy who looked disgusted. Valerie turned
to her daughter.
"Lisa, this is the last straw. You may be my daughter, but I never
want to see you again. Seeing how you hurt Mike just made me realize
something about myself I hate. You are me thirty years ago. I hurt the
man I loved, and now you have done the same thing. Or have you? You
never really loved Mike did you? You just wanted kids so you
could play at being a nice normal mommy. But you're a lesbian, and you
can't deny it anymore. I can't take that in my daughter, so I no longer
have a daughter." She turned to me with a look of pleading. I knew what
she wanted.
"Lisa, get out of my house!" and I held the door open for her.
She didn't even get sad. In fact, she was smiling. "You're all
right. I've been a fool. Come on Cindy; let's go fuck. I'm horny."
Cindy looked at Lisa as if seeing her for the first time. "YOU'RE
HORNY? You just lost your husband, your kids, your mother and all you
can say is You're Horny? Get away from me you bitch. I never want to see
you again, either."
THAT brought a reaction from Lisa. She was mad. "Listen you little
dyke. You were the one that told me how good lesbian loving was back
when I was ten. You were the one who showed me how to lick cunts; you
were the one who took my cherry with your strap-on. Now you tell me you
don't want to see me. You created me you cunt-licker, and I claim you
for my own." She grabbed at Cindy and missed, ripping her top right off
her. Cindy was standing there topless. But she was as furious as Lisa
was and she made no attempt to cover herself. Her foot came up into
Lisa's cunt as hard as she could. Lisa looked at her in shock before
doubling over. Cindy finally realized she was topless and just
shrugged. She went back into my house. Valerie and I were in shock. We
went back inside leaving a very pained Lisa doubled over on my sidewalk.
A few minutes later, I heard Valerie's door slam and then a car
start up. It was the last time that I ever wanted to see Lisa.
Chapter Nine
Valerie was looking at Cindy in rage.
"You did this to her? You made her into this hateful being? Why,
Cindy? You always had all the pussy you wanted. Why did you need my
daughter?"
"It never started out that way. We were at a sleepover party. I
went because I was supposed to be a chaperone. A couple of my regular
lovers were there and we began fucking. Lisa came in and joined us
before I realized what was happening. Soon I was so worked up; I didn't
care who was doing whom. We were a mass of cunts, tongues, dildo’s and
tits. It never occurred to me until just now how much of an impression
that made on Lisa. I think she would have been a lesbian anyway – she
always seemed to love torturing the neighborhood boys and her brothers,
but to know I gave her the blueprint gives me the chills. I swear,
Valerie, I had no idea what that one night would lead to."
"One night? She was talking like you fucked on a regular basis."
"No, just that one time. I always refused her advances after that.
She came on to me all the time, even when we were fucking (my stomach
just flipped again) in your room. She was difficult to turn down, but I
wanted you, not her."
I went back upstairs and locked my door. Or tried to lock my door,
but an angry Valerie and a sick looking Cindy had followed me up. I sat
on the bed, my mind a mass of confusion and my heart breaking. Valerie
and Cindy were lovers. I tried to find a way out and headed for the
bathroom. I was blocked by Cindy.
"Sit down. Listen to what I have to say, please, Kevin" Valerie
was in tears.
"When I got rid of Brad, I was soured on men. The only man I
wanted I had hurt badly and lost. My other male lovers did nothing for
me but provide a live dildo. I didn't need that anymore. Cindy and I had
always been close and she came to stay with me for a while until I
healed up a bit." Valerie came over and sat down next to me and kissed
me. She motioned Cindy over and she sat on my other side. She still had
a look of fear on her face.
Cindy turned to me and kissed me softly. "Kevin, it just happened.
I hadn't fucked anyone for months after my revenge on Brad. Men were the
pigs I thought they were, and I didn't feel like chasing after cunt just
yet. Both Valerie and I were hurting, and one night, I couldn't take the
loneliness any more, and I asked Valerie to just hold me to feel
somebody else who actually cared for me."
Valerie took her blouse off so both Cindy and her were topless
next to me. "As I held Cindy, my mind was saying 'You're holding a
lesbian, that makes you a lesbian too.' But it felt good to hold someone
again. I kissed her gratefully for the comfort. Cindy read the kiss
differently."
"Yes, I was always attracted to Valerie and to Sady. Sady was
forever out of reach, but Valerie was here with me. And I told myself
it was just comforting her. Inside of ten minutes, we were both naked
and I was finally eating the cunt of a woman I had dreamed of fucking
for years. I looked at her and tears were streaming down her face, and
she was moaning. I felt ashamed for taking advantage of her, and I
started to pull up. She put my head back down. I resumed my feast, but I
was not enjoying it."
I had to say something. "Valerie, you always told me you hated the
idea of lesbianism. What changed?"
"I changed. Brad hurt me and I thought I could no longer attract a
man. Lesbian love, no matter how distasteful, was still better than
masturbation and dreams. I let Cindy make love to me for the first time
that day. I hate to tell you this, but I never regretted it. I grew to
love the gentle way she could make me feel good. We have been lovers off
and on for nearly ten years. And yes, I enjoy it so much now."
The hurt on my face made Valerie break out in tears. But I turned
to look at Cindy and she took my head in her hands and kissed me deeply
and put my hands on her chest.
"Kevin, you have to know the rest of it. This hurts, I know, but
what I have to tell you will hurt even more. Valerie is dying. The same
cancer as struck your wife. She has about a year or so left. You need to
know this because we have a big favor to ask of you, and it's why we did
what we did the other day that got you so upset."
I was numb. I couldn't even think. I was going to lose Valerie
without even much of a chance to ever have her. Sometimes I think we
were never meant to be happy. But I had more surprises in store. I just
realized I was softly squeezing Cindy's breasts and she made no move to
stop me. Huh?
Valerie looked me in eye. "Kevin, how do you feel about Cindy? As
a person and sexually?"
What a strange question coming from Valerie. I had to think. Cindy
was still one of most beautiful women I had ever met, she was kind,
considerate and loving, and she was gay. I guess I liked her, but I
didn't love her. I could never love a lesbian, and that meant I could
not love Valerie. But I did love Valerie, even though she had been
making love to Cindy for years. But our session last night didn't feel
like a lesbian with me. It felt like a woman truly happy to be with a
man. I had to ask both of them a question.
"Valerie, before I answer that question, I have to ask you both
something, and I want you to answer me as you feel now, not ten years or
twenty years ago. Valerie, are you a lesbian?"
"No. I never thought of myself as one. If I did, I would have
never been able to have sex with Cindy. No, I guess I enjoy both sexes,
so I am bisexual. But the truth is, I love you more than anyone I could
ever love, so knowing what I have done means I've lost you, and that
just makes me sad."
Cindy looked at Valerie with something resembling pity. "Kevin, if
you had asked me that in high school or college I would have said I was
a lesbian. If you would have asked me ten years ago, I was a lesbian,
but I have changed as I got older. I have loved many girls in many
different ways, and enjoyed it a lot. But when I started my revenge on
Brad, I started sleeping with men too. I discovered I enjoyed that too.
Maybe not as much as cunt lapping, but I still enjoyed it. Now, I'm
bisexual, but I lean more towards straight. Cunts hold little interest
for me anymore. I've sucked all kinds from lots of women, but I never
found any I could love long-term. I met a few men, but again, nothing
long-term. Then we found out about Valerie. It was two days before you
came, and we were just miserable. I was going to move in with her to
help her with her illness, but it made me so sad, I was having trouble
coping with it, much like I suspect you are."
Valerie got off the bed and took the rest of her clothes off and
Cindy followed suit. Valerie took my head in her hands and said, "The
scene where Cindy and I made love was for your benefit, believe it or
not. I heard how you had wanted a three-way with my sister, but she
couldn't do it. Well, that was supposed to lead to a three-way
involving you. But you couldn't stand to watch us and went away. I was
crushed. I thought I was giving you something you wanted, instead I hurt
you again."
Cindy, now naked sat back down. "When I saw the hurt in your eyes,
something I had never felt happened. I shared your hurt, and when I knew
what caused it, I gently pushed Val away from me and just stared at
myself. Why was I reacting like this? Why was this
hurting me? It never bothered me when it was just Val and I. Then it hit
me. It bothered you, and I cared that it bothered you. Again why?"
Valerie took over now. "Kevin, you still haven't answered my
question?"
"I guess if she wasn't a lesbian (Cindy winced) okay bisexual, I
might have some feelings for her. She's a lot like Sady was. Kind,
thoughtful and sweet tempered. She
just likes cunts more than cocks, and that bothers me. It always has."
"Good. That will make this easier. Cindy, tell him. I'm going to
get busy," and she lowered her mouth onto my limp cock, which she
released from my pants. She started licking it and I was soon sporting
a boner. She grinned up at me. I chanced a look at Cindy expecting to
see revulsion. I saw excitement and impatience?
"Kevin, we both know how you feel about Valerie, and she feels the
same way - she always has. But she has so little time left, it wouldn't
be fair to marry her, even though I know you would and she would
happily accept. And you wouldn't have to worry about her desire to suck
cunts. She loves you, and she doesn't want anyone else." Valerie nodded
around my cock, and she opened her mouth to tell Cindy. "All of it."
I looked at Cindy, and taking a chance, kissed her like she had
been kissing me. She wrapped her arms around me and returned the kiss
passionately. She pulled back smiling.
"Kevin, I have a confession to make to you. For the longest time I
wanted to make love to you, even in high school. If you had asked me, I
would have said yes. But you knew what I was back then, and you had
Valerie. So for me, it was admiration from afar."
"How? Most of the guys tried to ask you for dates at one time or
another, and you always refused. I find it hard to believe you wanted
me."
"Remember when I told you I was a bisexual? I was even back then,
but since I preferred girls, I let the guys all think I was a dyke. It
was easier than choosing which
guy to go with and which guy to have to hurt. Brad asked me during one
of my dry spells with the girls and I had not had a cock in me for
nearly three years, since I lost my virginity at summer camp to one of
the male counselors. He was good, and I enjoyed it, but it didn't turn
me away from cunts. You, however, made my pussy wet just by looking at
you. When Valerie got real stupid and let you go Sady moved in before I
had a chance. She was my best friend, and I got blow by blow accounts of
your gentle and caring lovemaking. Since she was in love with you, I
dismissed it as a girl in love. But one night I was staying over with
Valerie, and you came home with Sady. I saw you look in on Valerie who
sleeping. I could see the look of love and pain in your eyes, but what
got me was the same look was on Sady's face as you turned to kiss her
gently. I never forgot that
look. I spied on the two of you whenever I could, and I was astonished.
Here was a boy who didn't treat fucking as a contest to see who was the
most macho. Sady just gushed about you, and I began to feel real
jealousy. It scared me. I was a lesbian, after all. Boys did nothing for
me, right? Wrong. At least one boy did something for me, moved
something in my heart. And it was a boy with pain and hurt that he tried
his best to hide from everybody. Pain that the closest person to him
couldn't see she was causing him."
Valerie chose this moment to slide off my dick. Cindy replaced her
with a very large smile on her face. Valerie looked happy to see that
and kissed me.
"Keith, what we propose is this. I want to be with you as long as
I can. I can't let you go again, I'm through hurting people. Cindy wants
to be with you, too. I know this is a lot to digest, but we're serious.
Get to know Cindy. Talk with her, confide in her and, most of all,
believe in her. She wants you. She still has her urges for lesbian sex,
as do I, but we will be here to satisfy those urges with just us, and
only when you're not here. It means nothing in the way we feel about
you. You need to understand that. Given a choice between you and Cindy,
it's no contest. You would be it. Cindy feels the same way.
When and if you feel comfortable with it, make love with Cindy. I
can guarantee you'll be surprised. Now, if you don't mind Cindy, I want
my cock back!"
"Gladly." She released my dick and Valerie promptly sat down on
me. Cindy stood by fingering her cunt and massaging her breasts. I
couldn't resist and took one of her tits in my hand and began squeezing
it softly. Cindy moaned pressing her tit fully into my hand.
Soon I came into Valerie's welcoming pussy, and I thought about
the decision I had to make.
Chapter Ten
Ten years ago, I would have left. Crying and in pain, but I would
have left. My heart would have not been able to reconcile Valerie and
Cindy, and I would never have believed Cindy wanted me. But now, I found
I have changed too. Maybe it was Sady's death, maybe it was the fiasco
with Lisa and how she hurt Mike, maybe it was Valerie's illness, but I
kind of thought it was the sincerity and pain Cindy was showing when she
talked to me.
I told them I agreed with the proposal, but I wanted to go slow
with Cindy. I hadn't seen her in nearly as long as I had not seen
Valerie.
The first few weeks were the hardest. I kept expecting to return
home and find the two of them in bed fucking with the door locked
against me. I reality, I only caught them
together once in the first few months. They were on the couch in a 69
position. I had left work early intending to surprise Valerie with a
night on the town. I was the one surprised. But it wasn't the 69 or the
revulsion I expected to feel, it was excitement, and that scared me. Was
I now accepting that both ladies were bisexual, and could love each
other as well as me? Maybe I was. I thought about the three-way I always
desired, and then I realized why Sady would never agree to it. Sady was
the straightest woman I ever knew. To her the concept of lesbianism was
so repulsive that I soon learned not to bring it up in
her presence. But I secretly wanted to share her with another woman,
even if I knew it would never happen. The idea of another man and me
with her, held no appeal, as I was as repulsed by the idea of male
homosexual sex as Sady was about lesbian sex.
Valerie was the first to notice me standing there and she went
white, pulling off Cindy like she was electrified. Cindy didn't even
have to look to know what happened
and she started to cry. Valerie just looked at me in disbelief. Not only
was I not running upstairs to lock myself in - I was sporting a rather
prominent erection. Valerie nudged the sobbing Cindy and she chanced a
look at me, and had the same look of disbelief on her face.
Valerie found her voice first. "You're hard? How?"
Cindy's voice sounded just as astonished. "I don't believe what I
see! Have you accepted it, or is it something else?"
I started removing my clothes and soon I had help. When I was
naked too, and my cock was pointing right at Valerie's cunt, I answered
them. "You two have changed over the years, and I guess I have too. What
I just saw a couple of months ago would have made me ill. But I know now
why it made me ill. I thought you wouldn't want me join you, that you
just wanted each other. Now I know different..." and I pointed to my
hard cock.
Valerie reached for it and began to stroke it gently. But Cindy
wasn't buying my explanation just yet.
"Kevin, you don't just change in a couple of months, and I never
ever expected to see you excited about Valerie and I. It doesn't fit.
It's too soon of a change."
I removed Valerie's hand and went over to kiss Cindy. "I have been
thinking a lot these last couple of months we've been together. I
realized why I was reacting like I was. I was terrified of losing
Valerie again, and the thought that she might love somebody else just
hurt too much. When I saw her offer her cunt to you, before she offered
it to me, I just knew I'd made another mistake, and I'd lost her again.
The idea of a three-way was the furthest thing from my mind. Now, I
would love to have one, especially with the two ladies I've grown to
love."
At that last both Valerie and Cindy's eyebrows shot up in
disbelief again. Valerie found her voice first again. "I knew I hurt
you when we were kids, but I never realized just much until right now.
You've carried that hurt all your life, haven't you?"
"Yes, even in my happiest times with Sady, it was always there.
And Sady always knew that no matter how much I loved her, I loved you
more, and I always would. She accepted it, and never said a word. But
you hurt her too, you know, more than you ever knew. The hardest thing
she ever made me do, was move away from you and Brad. But it was the
right thing for us, or we would never had made it together."
Cindy looked at Valerie in shock and anger. "You didn't know how
you had hurt him? How didn't you? Everybody in school knew what you did,
and half of them hurt for him. Kevin had a lot of friends that never
understood you. I know I didn't. But Sady always puzzled me. She
should've been elated to get the boy she wanted, but she didn't act
elated. She acted sad and unhappy. Now I understand why. Valerie, did
you ever once tell either of them that you were sorry?"
Valerie just shook her head no. She was not capable of speech
right now. Cindy came over and hugged me, and then she did something
that removed my doubt about her. She went over to Valerie and slapped
her. "I thought I knew you. I thought you had been hurt and mistreated
by Brad. I was wrong. You got just what you deserved" and she went
upstairs to her room and shut the door. I followed her leaving a
miserable looking Valerie
stunned on the couch.
Cindy was sobbing quietly on her bed. I came over to her and took
her in my arms, and for the first time kissed her with feeling. I had
kissed her before, but it was always tentative because I never really
believed her. I did now.
Her eyes went wide, as she understood what this kiss meant, and
then she hugged me. Tears were still falling, but I think they were for
a different reason. She just smiled and shook her head no. "Not yet,
Kevin. Not after what just happened with Valerie. She needs to heal and
you need to heal, then we can try it." I realized she was right.
I went back downstairs to find Valerie gone. A note was on the
table.
Kevin and Cindy,
I have to think, and I have to do it alone. I want to understand
why I never said I was sorry, and why I couldn't see the hurt in Sady.
It may take a while to think this through, but when I do, I'll be back.
Don't look for me, please.
Love, Valerie.
PS - Please make love to Cindy. She needs it as bad as you do. And
I won't be here much longer. Please, For Me?
I went up to show Cindy the note. She was asleep, so I left it by
the bed, and went to take a nap myself. What a day that was!
Chapter Eleven
Valerie returned a couple of days later. She asked both Cindy and
I to let her speak all the way through before interrupting. We agreed. I
don't remember all of what she said, but the tone was that she had
decided to leave us. Her reasons were many, but neither Cindy nor I
accepted any of them. She did apologize, and I did not accept, because I
knew she didn't really mean it. Cindy was astonished but my reasons were
clear.
Valerie then left for her old house and started living there, only
visiting occasionally. Cindy moved over with her, and I was alone again
for a month or so.
It took about a month and a half, but I finally found my backbone
and made a decision that I should have made much earlier. I went over
and knocked on the door.
Cindy answered with a look of surprise on her face. She asked me what I
wanted.
"Cindy, I want both of you back. I know I've been an idiot for not
insisting that both of you stay before this, but it takes me a while to
get over being a dummy. Please?"
Cindy didn't answer; she just pointed into the back bedroom. She
followed me in. Valerie was in there with several tubes and machines. I
went white. She appeared to be resting comfortably as possible.
"She took a turn for the worse, and that's why she left. She
didn't want to hold us up, and she wanted to suffer alone. She said it
was only fair, because she made you suffer for years and she was ashamed
and mad at herself."
"Can you wake her up? I want to talk to her."
"She needs to sleep. The doctors are worried the cancer may have
spread faster than they thought. They want her in the hospital, but she
refuses to leave. I have to stay with her, she needs someone to look out
for her."
Now I was mad. Did she really think I would let her here alone to
die? Just how much did she want to hurt me, anyway?" I went to the phone
and called my work. I let them know I was taking two days medical
leave. Then I called a home care business and made arrangements for a
nurse to look in on Valerie daily. Then I started for the living room
telling Cindy to follow me.
"Cindy, I want her out of here and at my house by tonight. I am
NOT leaving her now, and I will not let her turn me away again. Does she
really think I only want her as a
lover? I want whatever I can have of her for as long as I can have it."
Cindy's smile told me I had said the right thing. Then I heard a
weak voice from Valerie's bedroom. "Did I hear what I thought I just
heard?"
We went back in to see a very puzzled and weak looking Valerie
looking back at me. Cindy was still smiling.
"Valerie, honey, why wouldn't you let me help you? Why shut me
out? I love you, not your cunt or tits or hair, I love YOU. I always
have and I always will."
Cindy was now crying. But Valerie wasn't buying it. "You don't
mean that. I'm just a shell of what I was. I can't fuck you anymore, I'm
too weak and I don't want pity. Maybe you should just leave me. I can
make do with Cindy here."
I started to speak, but Cindy waved me off. "If he leaves, I leave
too. And I'm not coming back. Can't you get it through that thick head
of yours, that we don't care what you look like or whether or not we can
fuck you? We care about you, both of us. You, in whatever way you are. I
love you, too, but not as much as Kevin does and has for all of his
life. Now, I know you're not stupid, but you're sure acting like you
are. Kevin wants both of us to move back in with him. I'm going to do
it, are you coming, or do you prefer to suffer alone?" She grabbed me
and started out of the room. We got about two steps.
"Come back. I give up. If you two really want an old sick woman
tying you down, I won't refuse any longer. I know when I'm beaten. Now
give me a kiss, you two."
We both kissed her tenderly and she gave back as much as she
could. My heart was breaking a little because I wouldn't have her much
longer. But maybe she could give me one last gift before she left us. I
looked at Cindy who looked at me with tenderness. Yes, one last gift
from the woman I always loved.
Chapter Twelve
Valerie lasted a couple more months before passing away in her
sleep in her bedroom in my house. She refused to go to the hospital
saying she wanted to die with her loved ones. Her sons and families all
came to see her before she died, including Mike and his new wife and the
kids. He looked truly happy and I was glad.
Lisa never showed up, and Valerie told me not to let her in if she
did. She called one night while I was working late. Cindy answered and
let her talk. All she wanted to know was when the will would be read.
Cindy told Valerie who had her lawyer write her out of her will the next
day.
Brad came to see her and in a surprise to both Cindy and I, agreed
to see him. She talked with him alone for about fifteen minutes and when
he came out he was crying very
hard. I asked him what went on, but he couldn't talk. Cindy went in to
see a grinning and happy looking Valerie. She had a look of triumph on
her face.
"Finally after all these years, I can tell him what I really think
of him, and not worry about him hurting me. He apologized for how he
treated me. I didn't accept it. He was the man who made my life the hell
it was instead of the joy it should have been with Kevin. I'll never
forgive him for that or myself for allowing it to happen.
The funeral was one of the largest ever held in my hometown. She
was truly loved, and it made me wonder what Sady would have thought
about it. She still loved her sister, but she could never forgive her.
As for Cindy and I, we still take it slow. I mean, we're both
pushing fifty. But we're pushing it together. The last wish of Valerie
was for me to marry Cindy before she died. I proposed that night. Cindy
accepted. We didn't want a honeymoon, but Valerie insisted. We left for
a week.
The first time we made love, it was like being with Sady again. I
knew Cindy wanted to be with me, and her lesbianism was nearly gone by
now. She was very well preserved for her age. Must have been all that
pussy juice.
Our honeymoon night was beautiful and short. We were both so worn
out from the wedding, that when we slept together our first night as man
and wife, we SLEPT together - no fucking. Of course we made up for it
the rest of the time.
I can honestly say that I fell in love with Cindy as deeply as I
was in love with Valerie. Once I got over my fear that she would be
comparing me to her female and male
lovers and my thinking I would come out second, I began to enjoy the
love and warmth that she always seemed to have. Her orgasms and
reactions to my lovemaking were real and wonderful to enjoy. Somewhere
in all her years of fucking, she knew how to let her partner know when
he or she was making her feel good. After three loud cums and several
smaller ones during our first session, I knew that she was enjoying
herself.
Cindy has asked me to let her talk a little now. I will, and then
we will both close this out.
I wondered for a long time how I would feel on the wedding night.
We had not made love yet – with Valerie's illness, we never had time.
But I was determined to enjoy it, no matter how I really felt. But as I
looked at Kevin and the look of apprehension on his face, my heart just
melted. Why did it take me so long to find someone I truly and totally
could love? How could I have not seen this sooner?
Kevin was so tender and caring during this whole ordeal. I was so
in shock because I was so used to men treating a woman like property.
Maybe that's one reason I never had a good relationship with one. He was
so shy, even at his age, and it was really special to me to know we had
Valerie's blessing.
I've often wondered if I got to Valerie first, would she have ever
gone to Brad. I'd like to think not, but then I think about what that
would have done to Kevin. Brad taking her away was bad enough, but that
would have killed him and maybe Sady too.
Sady. A woman I wished I had a chance to know. Not as a lover,
that was impossible, but as a friend. She was so good in helping Kevin
get over Valerie as much as he could, but it was still painful to know
both of them knew she was a substitute. I think when I heard that is
when I started to see Kevin in the way I see him now - the only person I
can truly say I've ever loved. Damn, I wish I'd have seen it thirty
years ago.
Chapter Thirteen
I got even with Lisa a little bit. She left a lot of bad feelings
around here, and I'm so glad Mike found somebody else to be the mother
his kids need. Lisa called me up a few weeks ago asking me how her
mother was. I asked her why she cared. She said she wanted to know to
have an idea what she was getting of hers. I was shocked and really
pissed off. I tore into her on the phone, and she slammed the receiver
down. Of course I told Valerie, who just sighed and started sobbing.
That was the final straw.
Lisa was asked by me to come over some night to meet her mother
before she died. I had no intention of letting Lisa anywhere near
Valerie or Kevin. I wanted some payback for that bitch and I knew just
the person to help me. I called Mike and asked him some things about
Lisa. Things she didn't like. Then I arranged for a male stripper to
show up at the house. Last I made sure Lisa was into bondage. She was,
and the final step was there. I took Valerie over to Kevin's house.
This was when Val was still avoiding him. Kevin was out of town on a
sales job for a couple of days. Valerie would be safe.
I waited for Lisa to arrive. She did along with a pretty blonde
girl about twenty or so. Big boobs, small waist - the kind of girl that
got guys erect real quick. After talking with the blonde - her name was
Martha - I got the impression that she was with Lisa in hopes of getting
some of her money, and then splitting. She was also bisexual, as would
be proven later. Lisa didn't know that, and it was just another great
thing about that night.
Lisa and Martha excused themselves and went upstairs for a quick
fuck. I asked to join in. I didn't really want to, but I needed to make
Lisa horny as hell without getting any kind of release.
I went down on Martha's nice blonde bush and she came a couple of
times. She returned the favor, but I didn't come. It just didn't do
anything for me anymore. Besides, I was falling in love with Kevin, and
I couldn't get it out of my mind that I was hurting him.
Lisa was getting ignored, and she was getting mad. Just what I
wanted! She'd be a lot angrier before the night was over!
Martha excused herself for the bathroom. I watched through the
mirror, and she took a ribbed dildo out of her purse and was
masturbating herself with it. I smiled. She would not be so horny now.
Lisa pulled me over to her by my long hair and planted my mouth in her
dripping cunt. I waited until she relaxed, then I gave her a very hard
lick right on her clit. She almost went through the ceiling. She passed
out, and I went to get Martha. I took her downstairs, and ate her out
again. The doorbell rang, and I let the male stripper in.
Martha took one look at the guy and immediately went for his cock.
Just what I hoped would happen. The guy was real surprised, and I hoped
he wasn't gay. He wasn't, as he pushed Martha's sucking mouth down on
his big dick. They both looked to be in ecstasy. Time to get Lisa! I
chucked to myself. She would never be back again if this worked the way
I planned.
Lisa came down with a look of lust on her face. She was real horny
now. Time to see if she was bisexual, after all. I took Martha away
from the hunk, and left Lisa with him. She gave me a withering look
telling me she didn't appreciate being left with an erect cock to
satisfy. Martha looked at her and smiled.
She told me as we were headed back upstairs, that she knew Kevin
through Sady. Sady had been one of her mom's closest friends, and the
only reason she was with Lisa was to get some revenge on Valerie, and
Lisa was the only family member she knew. She also told me she was not a
lesbian, or really Bi, but she had to fool Lisa into trusting her enough
to bring her along to meet me. She then asked me where Valerie was. I
told her what was happening and she started to tear up. She got madder
by the minute as she heard about what Lisa had done, and I had a great
idea to finish her off forever.
I called Mike and had him and his wife come over. I had not met
his new wife, but I was curious what kind of a woman she was. I already
liked her for having enough courage to marry a man hurt as badly as
Mike was. They arrived shortly. Lisa and the stripper were fucking in
the spare room, which I had locked behind them. She was in for a rude
shock.
I took Mike and his wife, Theresa, aside and told them what we had
planned for Lisa's punishment. Theresa's eyes flared and it was all I
could do to keep her from beating the guestroom door down to get at
Lisa. She hated the woman she had never met. I really began to like
Theresa, and surprisingly to me, not in a sexual way. Maybe I was
changing after all.
Mike was the one who didn't want to do what I had asked him to,
but Theresa of all people convinced him. She was very much in love with
him and she shared the hurt Lisa had inflicted on him. She wanted
revenge too.
Lisa finally banged on the locked door wanting out. I let her out
apologizing for the faulty (not really) lock. She just grinned and
grabbed for me. I looked behind her and the poor stripper was tied to
the bed with a large hard erection pointing up. He looked to be in
serious pain from blue balls. I nearly hit her right there. Luckily for
him, Martha was right behind me, and when she saw him ran and jumped on
his dick. Lisa saw and gave her a look of disgust. She told her to get
off that damned male, or they were through. Martha ignored her smiling
happily as the stripper thrust into her. He finally came, as did
Martha. She reached down and gave him a warm kiss. I was real happy to
see that.
Lisa had left me and was about to leave, when she ran right into
Mike. She went white and began babbling. Her eyes got real big when Mike
ripped her blouse off her leaving her tits to swing freely. He then
scooped her up and carried her into the master bedroom.
I went in trailed by Martha and the stripper and we all watched a
truly satisfying scene.
Lisa was tied spread-eagled to the bed and Mike was tickling her
with a couple of feathers. From the bathroom entered Theresa carrying a
large dildo and an even larger whip. She looked fearsome, and Mike was
enjoying watching Lisa squirm. She knew who this woman must be, and by
the look on her face didn't want her anywhere near her.
Theresa was having fun. She told me later that she always had a
domination fantasy, but was too shy to ever actually try it. Now she
would get the chance on the woman who hurt her husband.
Mike continued with the feather as Theresa began whipping Lisa's
ass and pussy. Not hard, but strong enough to make her wince. The
combination of light and hard was driving Lisa nuts. I was rubbing my
clit softly, not being able to stop. Martha and the stripper were
kissing and cuddling, when Theresa handed the dildo to Martha whose eyes
lit up. She came over to Lisa who had a look of total surprise on her
face. She hadn't realized until just now how Martha really felt. She
began yelling and Martha stuck the dildo in her open mouth almost
causing her to gag.
Now Theresa and Mike switched. Mike had the whip and he was
anything but gentle with his swipes. Theresa was running the feather
lightly over Lisa's nipples and the reactions of her body were
satisfying as hell. She was pushing up at Mike and the whip and her
nipples were hard and sticking straight out. She was sucking the dildo
as hard as she could, and suddenly all three of them stepped away from
her body. Lisa screamed as she was near orgasm. Martha and the stripper
left the room. Judging by her look at him, they were headed back to the
guestroom for more fun.
Theresa and Mike stripped and made love right on the bed next to
the bound and crying Lisa. She looked at me with a pleading eye, but I
just ignored her. Finally she could take no more and began crying
hard. She asked me why we were doing this to her.
Mike and Theresa heard that and Theresa pulled away from Mike, cum
dripping from her pussy, and Lisa licked her lips at the sight. I found
it exciting too, but for a different reason.
Theresa pulled Lisa's cunt lips apart and Mike drove his erection
into her sopping pussy hard. Lisa screamed again begging him to take it
out. There was no doubt at all now, Lisa was a lesbian through and
through, and always would be. I went to get Martha and the stripper who
were surprisingly just cuddled up next to each other. I motioned them
in to watch Mike and Lisa. The stripper's big cock came to full erection
and Martha and Theresa both got wicked smiles.
The next minute the stripper was planted in Lisa's virgin ass
reaming her out hard. Lisa by now was sobbing and begging the guys to
pull out of her before they came. She moaned that she wasn't on the pill
and wanted no more kids to have to put up with. That last statement got
to me the most. I went to her and grabbed both her tits and squeezed
them hard enough to leave long red welts. Theresa joined me and soon we
were each grabbing one and squeezing. Martha grabbed her long hair and
jerked it back causing her to involuntarily hump back up at the two
cocks in her holes. She came in spite of herself and Mike pulled out and
poured his cum all over her front, coating her bruised and swollen tits.
The stripper came in her ass at the same time and the sensation made her
pass out.
When she came to, she was sitting on the front room couch, dressed
and everybody except Martha and I had left. Theresa hugged me as she was
leaving saying maybe she could have all of Mike now. I hugged both her
and Mike and kissed him softly, telling him to visit whenever he wanted
to.
The stripper (I never did remember his name) refused to take any
money saying Martha explained what we were doing and he was glad to be a
part of it. I noticed Martha
gave him her phone number, and he embarrassingly took it.
Martha was ready when she woke up, and she started in on Lisa. She
talked about what she told me, and then how much she was glad that she
had been able to get revenge.
I waited until Martha ran down, and hugging her told her to come back
this weekend to meet Kevin and Valerie. She promised she would.
I pulled the trembling Lisa up and made her go over across the
street to her mother. Valerie was sleeping when we went in, and Lisa
broke down when she saw her mother's condition. At this time Valerie was
weeks away from her death, and she looked awful.
I gently woke Val up and she smiled and kissed me and asked if
Kevin was back yet. I told her he'd be back tomorrow, but she had a
visitor.
Lisa went up to the bed, tears streaming down her face. Valerie
looked at her once, and looked to me. She said "Get her out of here.
That person is not welcome anywhere I am living and never will be." The
steel in Valerie's eyes had not been there for months. Lisa was stunned.
"But Mom, I'm your daughter."
Valerie whispered something to me. "Lisa, Valerie says that she
lost her daughter months ago when she hurt her son-in-law so badly. And
she says that the lesbian tramp had better never come back to this house
or she will be arrested and carted off to jail."
Lisa left sobbing and totally miserable. We never saw her again.
Chapter Fourteen
Kevin came back the next night and heard from me what we did to
Lisa and was stunned and then mad because he wasn't part of it. I didn't
tell him about Martha, but he soon calmed down. Valerie was back at her
house, still not letting Kevin see her. I had to go back to take care of
her, but my heart was breaking not being able to stay with Kevin.
That weekend, Martha showed up alone. I jokingly asked her where
the stripper was, and she blushed and said he was working. She also
showed me an engagement ring. I was very surprised, but she was radiant.
I took her over to see Kevin after making sure Valerie was sleeping.
Kevin was also sleeping, so I awoke him with a warm loving kiss. He
returned it and it was all I could do not to jump him right there. But
then I remembered Martha.
She came over after giving me a wicked leer and sat down in
Kevin's lap. He was very surprised, and it was obvious he had no idea
whom this was. Another thing I loved about Kevin. Here was a sweet young
thing sitting in his lap next to his cock, and he wasn't hard.
Martha finally could take it no more. "Uncle Kevin, it's me,
Martha!"
"Martha? You can't be Martha. She was just a little girl the last
time I saw her."
"Kevin, that was three years ago, and I'm now nineteen, and not
little anymore," and she leaned in to him sticking her tit right in
front of his face. The embarrassing redness of his cheeks made me feel
special somehow. Here was this big-titted woman offering one of her tits
to him, and he's embarrassed. I could learn to love this man, very
quickly.
"Martha, what are you doing here?" He gently pushed her back away
from his mouth, and Martha pouted. She could even do that sexily!
"Ask Cindy."
"All right, you, how did you meet Martha? Was she one of your
girlfriends? Seems to me the Martha I remembered had a severe dislike
for lesbians after listening to Sady for a while. I find it difficult to
believe she could have went gay. That would kill her mother."
Before I had a chance to talk, Martha began kissing him warmly,
smiling.
I decided to spill Martha's participation in our revenge against
Lisa. As I told him, he softly kissed Martha on the head and thanked her
for helping. Then he gently pushed her off him, and stood up and came
over to kiss me. Martha threw me what I hoped was a mock look of
jealousy.
Martha looked at both of us with a knowing smile.
"When are you two getting hitched? I must confess I'm a little
surprised, but I see how sick Valerie is. I know how Kevin must feel
after all this time to find Valerie and then lose her again. It makes me
sad, but I see you have helped him through this, Cindy. I have only one
request to take back to my mother. Please never tell her I had to make
love to Lisa. I hated every minute of it, and you were right Kevin, I
could never go gay. Lisa was a way to help me soothe the memory of Sady
who I loved like a second mother. And I loved you more than my drunkard
of a father, Kevin. Now, would you kiss your surrogate daughter before
she has to leave? Besides, my fiancée will be getting off work in an
hour, and we still have to pack."
I was curious. "Pack? Where are you two going?"
Martha looked like a girl in love. "Back home. Don and I are
getting married next week and he will be starting his new job next
month."
"That sounds like you knew him before he came over to meet Lisa."
"You didn't really think he was a stripper, did you? Don's buddy
is a stripper, but when he heard the address that his buddy was supposed
to go to, Don asked him if he could go instead. He met Mike when he was
in college and he saw how Lisa treated him. He hated her just as much as
I did. I think he did a fine job as a stripper too, don't you?"
She went over to Kevin who was sitting there stunned. As Martha
approached, he got up and embraced her and kissed her hard enough to
bring her off the ground. I just watched my man hug and kiss a girl that
was like his daughter, and my reaction was surprising even to me – I was
proud of Kevin. Damned proud. Then it hit me what Martha had said. She
could see how the two of us reacted to each other, and if it was that
obvious to a girl, who I had known less than a week, it must be obvious
to everybody else. I think that's when I knew I was looking at my
husband, and I was giddy with happiness about that thought.
Kevin finally released her and called her daughter, which made
Martha blush deep red. She gave him a warm smile, came over and hugged
me and left. I wondered if I would see her again. I certainly hoped so.
Chapter Fifteen
Kevin here again.
Cindy has about talked herself out, and she looks real sleepy. I
think it's time to go to bed. And at our age, sleep is just as likely as
sex.
I went to visit Valerie's grave with Cindy for the first time
today. Flowers surrounded her grave. I broke down as I looked on the
stone, which was a gift from Brad, of all people. He said it took him
his whole life to realize just what he threw away with Valerie, and when
he finally did, she was gone. Somehow I believed him. Cindy is holding
me tight and she has tears in her eyes. I noticed one of the sets of
flowers was from Lisa. It was the set that was crushed by the wind, and
was in tatters. That seemed to fit her relationship with Valerie.
We were headed to the other coast to get away for a while. I
wanted to visit Sady again, and I was hoping to run into Martha and her
mom. Her mother and Sady were best friends for years, and it was a true
test of their friendship that I never had a sexual thought towards her
even when she poured herself into her bikini trying to turn me on. Her
husband was rarely home, preferring to drink rather than be with his
wife and daughter. Martha. She was my daughter more than she was her
father's daughter. She was over here constantly when she wasn't with
some boy in the neighborhood. She always sought me out for advice with
her boyfriends, and I found out from Sady that she had asked her about
what to do when one of her girlfriends came on to her. Sady told her how
she hated lesbianism, and soon convinced Martha just how much pain that
can cause. I think back to her days with Lisa and how painful that must
have been for her. She truly hated the idea of lesbianism. I was
hoping to meet her new husband. He seemed like he was a good man for
her.
The flight was uneventful except for the case of airsickness Cindy
had. It only happened during take off and landings, but I filed it away
for future knowledge.
When we got off the plane, we had an unexpected surprise. Martha
and her husband were waiting for us. Cindy sheepishly explained that she
had called Martha and told her we were coming as a surprise to me. I
kissed my thoughtful wife and hugged and kissed my pseudo-daughter and
shook her husband's hand. He was really handsome and the feeling he had
for Martha was readily apparent, as was her feeling for him. It looked
to be a good match.
Martha insisted we stay with her and we tried to beg off, but she
wouldn't hear of it. We ended up following them to a very large and
familiar house. My old house! Cindy caught my look and my smile at
Martha and she was amazed. I finally told her and Cindy hugged Martha
warmly.
Martha looked proud. "I told Don, I wanted to live here when I
heard it was up for sale again. I lived here more than my own house
growing up. What better place to raise my own family." She patted her
stomach as she said that. My eyes went wide.
"Yes, Kevin, you soon will have a surrogate grandchild. I'm two
months along, and I couldn't be happier. Don and I agreed that if it's a
boy, his name will be Kevin and if it's a girl it will be Sady Valerie."
That did it, both Cindy and I broke down. Don and Martha looked as
though this was the reaction they were hoping for. I asked where her
mother and father were. They had lived just across the street.
Martha looked even happier. "They're on a second honeymoon.
Somehow when Dad saw how happy I was with Don, he decided to try to make
Mom happy again. He stopped drinking and is going to AA. Mom goes with
him, and they are so much happier than I've ever seen them."
Don seemed to be real happy letting Martha do all the talking. I
finally decided I wanted to hear from him.
"I guess it must be difficult to get a word in edgewise with
Martha. I have the same problem with my magpie over there."
Don chuckled. "Nice to know I'm not the only one. She'll talk all
day if you give her half a chance. I'm normally quiet and very shy, so
it works out great."
"I hear you do a pretty good stripper from what Cindy tells me."
My opinion of Don went up an octave as he blushed a very deep red
and looked very embarrassed. "That was the most daring thing I've ever
done. If Martha hadn't been there, I never could have pulled it off. But
seeing that harpy Lisa made me determined to go through with it. The
feeling of fucking her asshole was so satisfying it made the rest of it
worth it. But I was concerned how Martha would react. I never knew she
had been fucking Lisa. She was terrified that I would leave her when I
found out. No chance of that. I loved her too much for a little lesbian
action to stop it. And I knew she hated every minute of it, too. She
used to come see me after a long session with Lisa and we would make
caring love and just cuddle together. As weird as it sounds, I think her
time with Lisa made us grow closer. I know I fell more in love with her
because I know what she sacrificed to make Lisa pay. And since I knew
what kind of man Mike was, and how he was hurting before he found
Theresa, I was glad to help."
Yes, my 'daughter' made a good choice for a husband. Cindy had
been listening and she agreed with me.
That night was strange. Neither Cindy nor I could get comfortable
in our bed. I knew what it was. I felt like I was cheating on Sady. We
had spent so many nights in that bed being happy and complete, that
having sex with Cindy seemed wrong somehow. Cindy sensed it too. We
decided to take a drive at one in the morning. I drove to a parking lot
somewhere and Cindy and I fucked in the back seat of a car for the first
time in nearly forty years. Actually I should say, *tried* to fuck.
Neither of us was limber enough for it anymore. We settled for mutual
masturbation, and we both vowed to find a hotel room tomorrow no matter
how much it might hurt Martha and Don.
The next day, Don was at work and Cindy grabbed Martha for some
shopping *without* me. I knew what this really meant. I was to find a
hotel room while they were
gone. It was no problem. Two blocks away, a neighborhood hotel that I
had stayed at when Sady and I had one of our infrequent fights, was
still there, just as pretty as ever. It overlooked the bay, and had an
old-time charm I loved. I got a double bed for the rest of our stay on
the second floor overlooking the bay. I knew Cindy would be pleased.
When I got back to Martha's place, Don had returned from work, but
the girls were still gone. We talked for quite a long time and I found
out that he had met Martha through Sady. Sady and his mother were
members of a woman's club and had been associates for years. He met
Martha when she was only thirteen, and had dated her on and off for
years. He knew he wanted to marry her a long time before she did. But it
worked out OK. He was really looking forward to their child.
I told him, Cindy and I would be staying at the Seaside Motel, and
he agreed with us, to my surprise. He argued with his wife about putting
us up here, saying it would bring back memories for me that I may not
want. I shook his hand again and told him just how perceptive he was. He
just smiled.
The girls came in then, and it took us nearly fifteen minutes to
unload the car. I wondered just how much damage my shop happy wife had
done to our credit card, but she just smiled and whispered that it
would be worth it. I told her I got us a room for the rest of stay. Now
all I had to do was tell my 'daughter' without hurting her.
I need not have bothered. Don did it for me. He kissed his wife
and then told her we were staying at the Seaside Motel for the rest of
our stay. Martha was hurt, but when Cindy and I explained our reasons,
she agreed with us. She said she never realized what the memories would
be like in that room. Then we all went to see Sady.
I knew I would break down at her grave. I wanted to go, but it
tore me up. When we got there, there were two sets of flowers that were
very recently put there. One was from Martha and Don and the other from
her mother and father. Cindy broke down too, crying that she wished she
had the chance to know her. Don just comforted his sobbing wife. He
drove back because none of the rest of us was capable of it.
That night I took Cindy to our room. She fell in love with the
view and we made love on the balcony. She was lying on a blanket looking
up at me with a look of contentment. I undressed her slowly, caressing
each part I uncovered, and kissing and sucking as I went. Soon she was
softly moaning and getting very wet. I nudged her legs apart and looked
at her pussy. A more beautiful sight I had not seen in years. She was
gasping in anticipation, when I finally stuck my tongue in her warm,
steamy pussy. Now, this was a lesbian who had been eaten for years by
all types of female and later male tongues, but I had her screaming
inside of two minutes without even touching her clit. She tossed her
head back
and forth making soft mewing sounds of contentment, and soon she pushed
me away. She sat up, her breasts heaving, and pushed me down scooting
down to my erect cock.
Now, if there is one thing Cindy still needs some practice on,
it's cock sucking. She tries real hard, but I guess Sady and Valerie
spoiled me. She was good, but I was used to perfection, I guess. She
knew it, but she still tried her best because she loved me and wanted
give me pleasure, and I loved her for it.
But I pushed her away when my shaft was rock hard. At our ages,
one good erection usually was all I could manage, and we had learned not
to waste it. Cindy rose over me, straddled my hip and moved down slowly
savoring each inch that I penetrated her until I was all the way in. She
just sat there on me for a few minutes letting the sensation wash over
her, and then she began moving. I moved up and she moved down causing
my dick to jump in her cunt. Soon, I could feel my cum ready to pour
inside her, and she knew it because her pussy walls began massaging and
urging my cum out of my balls into her. I came and two seconds later so
did she. We just lay here together for about ten minutes soaking up the
sensation, before getting up and going to bed.
Epilogue
Martha and Don had a little girl two months ago. Sady Valerie is a
very healthy and loud little girl. She seems to have a lot of the spunk
of her namesakes.
Brad calls us on a regular basis wanting to be friends. I talk to
him, but Cindy refuses. She still blames him for Valerie. I kinda do
too, but I try to be civil.
Cindy and I decided to move back to where Martha and Don live. We
had nothing left for us in our hometown and Cindy fell in love with this
area. We are having a house built down the street from the hotel, and
are staying there until it is finished.
Lisa was heard from one more time. She was arrested at a gay and
lesbian march for resisting arrest. She is currently serving time
somewhere in Oregon.
Valerie's other children and their families call us from time to
time and we talk. But we have never been all that close.
Mike got an offer to transfer out here and he and his family
gladly took it. He moved into our old house and Theresa baby-sits
Martha's daughter quite often. I've gotten to know her and I like her
quite a bit. Mike and her are a good match and she's a wonderful mother
for the children. Theresa has one of her own on the way, too.
Cindy and I have retired. We are both in our late fifties, and we
are content and happy. We still have sex two or three times a week, but
it usually wears us out, so we
don't do it often. More often, we just cuddle and hold each other. That
feels just as good to me because I know Cindy wants me, and she knows I
want her.
Sometimes when I get depressed, I wonder whether Valerie and I
were ever meant to be. Then I look at Cindy and I have my answer.
The End
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