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Odd Man Out
by Ed Rider (edrider73@gmail.com)

***

A lesbian friend talks a married couple into having a 
threesome. (MFF, bi, oral, anal, threesome, toys, exh)

***

"Marlene wondered if you'd ever mentioned a 
threesome," said Candy.

"Why would I?" I said.

"I'll tell you in a second," Candy said. "I told her 
you never did, and she was surprised because she said 
all men want a threesome. Is that right?"

"Probably right, most men have imagined it at one time 
or other."

"What about anal?"

"What about it?"

"She was surprised that you never brought that up 
either."

"You forgot that the subject did come up before we 
were married, and you said the idea was totally 
repugnant to you. Have you changed your mind?"

"No, but Marlene said that even though most women 
didn't like anal, their husbands still try to get them 
to do it."

"How does Marlene know all this? She's a lesbian."

"She told me that her biggest turn-on is to make love 
to straight women."

"Like you?" I asked.

"Yes. She said she's been trying to find a way to get 
me into bed since we've known each other, but she 
always had the feeling that I'd turn her down if she 
asked, which I would. She told me that's when she came 
up with the idea of the threesome."

"And you said?"

"I said I'd tell you."

"That means you're interested."

"No, it doesn't. Why do you say that?"

"Because you didn't tell her no."

"I wanted to see how you'd react."

"Do I sound eager?"

"No. But Marlene said to tell you that anal would be 
part of it."

"Did you tell her that you'd be willing to do anal?"

"No."

"So she's offering her ass to me?"

"I didn't say that. Maybe she thinks she can talk me 
into it. I don't know."

"Well, you can tell her I think she's the hottest 
woman in the world except for one, and if I was ever 
interested in anal sex with a lesbian, she would be 
the one I'd choose."

"I'll tell her."

"You sound disappointed."

"Well, I'm not, or maybe I am, because right now 
there's only one thing on my mind, and if you don't 
come upstairs immediately and help me get it off my 
mind, I'm calling Marlene."

"At your service, boss," I said, and I dutifully 
followed her amazing ass that was putting on a show 
for me all the way up the stairs. She wasn't kidding 
about being aroused. It was the wildest sex we'd had 
in months.

Marlene was a tiny ball of dynamite with a breathy 
voice in the Marilyn Monroe style. She was slim with a 
small, perfectly round ass, but her boobs were way too 
big for her body, and that's where everyone's eyes 
focused. Her sexual preference probably broke the 
hearts of thousands of guys since she announced it in 
high school.

Candy had been friends with her since childhood, and 
they became even closer when Marlene came out, because 
Candy was supportive of her when some of her other 
friends dropped her. Even so, I couldn't see that the 
two of them had much in common.

***

A few days later, Candy brought up the threesome idea 
again.

"You really are interested," I said.

"Well, Marlene asked me again and I told her what you 
said. She said you've probably been thinking about it 
and you may have changed your mind. Is she right?"

"No, and I haven't been thinking about it either, but 
you have."

"Yes," Candy admitted. "I don't know why, and I don't 
even know if I want to do it, especially the anal 
part. All I know is that when I think about it, it 
really gets me hot. Are you doing anything for the 
next hour?"

The subject didn't come up for two more weeks, but 
then it returned in a different form.

"Marlene thinks you should do it for me," Candy said.

"What?" I said, although I knew exactly what she was 
talking about.

"The threesome," she said. "She said the reason it 
makes me hot is because deep down, I really want it, 
and I'll get angry and frustrated if we don't do it."

"Do you agree with her?"

"Well, my first reaction is no, but to be honest, I'm 
thinking that if we don't do it, I might keep thinking 
about it. But that's not a good enough reason. I still 
can't say that I really want it, but when I picture it 
in my mind, my feelings are not that I don't want 
this. Of course, my imagination and the real thing are 
two different things. It might turn out to be ugly and 
disgusting and make me regret that we ever did it. But 
I guess it comes down to this: I'd be willing to take 
the chance if you wanted it."

"Well, I don't want it. I'm not going to deny that 
when you bring it up, I don't get aroused, as you can 
see right now. The thought of having anal sex in a 
threesome with two beautiful women has got to arouse 
any man with blood in his veins.

"But we've never done anything like this before and 
I've got a bad feeling about it. And I know I can't 
hide behind 'I told you so.' If I give in, it will be 
as much my fault as yours. But instead of saying what 
I should say right now, you've got me to the point 
where I'll think about it some more and give you my 
answer in a week. But please don't bring it up again 
until then."

***

For the next week, I didn't approach Candy for sex, 
and I think she was scared to approach me. It wasn't a 
pleasant seven days, because I felt from the beginning 
that I'd already given in by agreeing to think about 
it. 

I spent the seven days trying to find a strong enough 
reason to stop this whole thing, but neither Candy nor 
I are religious, and it didn't violate any of our 
ethical beliefs. And using my premonition that this 
would turn our badly seemed lame.

Candy just stayed out of my way and said nothing. 
Sometimes I saw her look at me and wondered why she 
didn't tell me to forget the whole thing, why she 
wanted me to go along. Wasn't it the man who was 
supposed to be interested in swinging or kinky sex and 
the woman who was supposed to shoot those ideas down?

The week ended on a Friday, and when I told her my 
decision, she said Marlene would be coming over the 
next night. I figured Marlene had coached her to set 
up the date quickly before I changed my mind. That 
night, I approached her, and I could tell she was 
dying to have sex, but she turned me down. "Marlene 
said we shouldn't do anything tonight, because that 
would make us both even hornier tomorrow night," she 
said.

When she showed up, Marlene was wearing pants that 
looked like they were painted on. Her rear cheeks 
jiggled with every move she made. And on top, she was 
almost spilling out of her halter top.

She was smiling a naughty, mischievous smile, like a 
schoolgirl who has just snuck into the bathroom to 
smoke a cigarette. She looked totally different from a 
scheming sexual predator of straight women.

"Hi, Jed," she said in her perky, squeaky voice. "Are 
you ready?"

"Let's get this over with," I said and walked up the 
stairs. In the bedroom, Candy and I looked at Marlene 
nervously while she smiled her cute smile at us.

"First, we're all three going to undress really 
slowly," she said, "so we can look at each other's 
bodies and get really excited. That's why I'm putting 
all the lights on. Meanwhile, I'm going to explain the 
rules.

"Number one, Jed, you are not to touch me. Only Candy 
is allowed to touch me. Candy can touch you and me, 
and I can touch you and Candy.

"Number two, you will both do exactly what I tell you 
to do. All three of us are going to come, but it won't 
be simultaneously. I will determine when it will 
happen.

"OK, that didn't take long. I like what I see." She 
was looking at Candy, who looked like she would 
explode if she didn't have sex soon. I knew that 
expression.

"First, I want Jed on his back on the bed and Candy 
between his legs."

When I felt Candy suck me in, despite the ambivalence 
I was feeling, I was hard in less than a minute.

"I think he's ready," said Marlene after a while. "Now 
I want you to lift his legs up in the air, Candy. I'm 
going to get over here, behind his head. Now push his 
legs back at the ankles toward me. That's it. Do it 
slowly, because we don't want to pull any muscles. 
That's it. Now hand me the legs. Good, I've got them." 
I felt her little hands close around my ankles.

"I'm going to continue to hold them now, Candy, while 
you take some of those small pillows and push them 
underneath Jed's ass. Good. Now I'm going to pull them 
slowly back until they are behind his head, while you 
push the pillows further to give him support. That's 
perfect.

"Now take his hands and pull each arm across one leg 
and down. Tuck each hand underneath his body. That 
locks his legs in this position behind his head. It's 
called the Viennese Oyster position, and it's usually 
the woman who's in it, because as you can see, it 
opens up what's between her legs and makes it easier 
for the man to push his thing in deeper. See how it's 
pulled Jed's ass up in the air and opened his asshole. 
Now put some pillows behind his head, too, and push it 
up a little more.

"Now get on top of him in the 69 position. Yes, you 
have to open your legs wide because they are going 
over his legs that are pulled back. But that's OK, 
because it opens you wide, too. Do you feel his face 
pushing into you? Good. Now adjust so that you're 
right over his mouth. There. Now look at his dick. See 
how it's raised up so high that it's actually pointing 
down. Lift it up and go to work on it again while Jed 
starts working on you. I want him to get you off with 
his tongue now."

I felt that wouldn't take long, because when Candy 
lowered her vagina on me, it was pouring out love 
juice. She was already nearly over the top before I 
even began. Once my tongue got inside her moist pit, 
she began writhing, and soon she was coming. 
Meanwhile, her mouth was driving me crazy.

"Did that feel good, Candy?" said Marlene. She sounded 
shrill. "Try to remember it because tonight is about 
comparing orgasms, and this is just the start. Relax 
and lift up off Jed. We don't want him to smother, do 
we?"

"OK, now that you've recovered, get off of him and go 
around between his legs again. This time I want you to 
use your hands on him. Take some of that lube that I 
put on the nightstand for you and put it all over your 
hands. See how we positioned him so his dick is aimed 
down at his mouth. Don't you think it would be fun if 
he came into his mouth. I'm going to kiss him now 
while you work with your hands on building him up 
again. But don't let him come yet."

When I heard these words, I decided this was getting 
too bizarre and began to say something and stop the 
proceedings. But before I could, Marlene covered my 
mouth with hers, and Candy couldn't see that she was 
also pinching my nose with her thumb and index finger. 
I couldn't breathe, but when I struggled, Candy 
thought I was responding to her pumping my penis.

Just as I felt I was going to black out, Marlene 
lifted her mouth off me, and I began gasping for air. 
"See how excited he's getting," Marlene said. "You've 
got him really aroused."

I was still gasping, but I was aware enough to realize 
that something was going on here that neither Candy or 
I understood. The cute, perky Marlene had a hidden 
agenda. I was out of breath and feeling week, but I 
tried to lift up my hands to free my legs. Before I 
could do anything, Marlene said, "Keep going Candy. 
I'm going to kiss him again."

Once again, Marlene's mouth and fingers cut off my air 
supply, and I was gasping when she released me. She 
looked at what Candy was doing. "That's it," she said. 
"It looks like he's almost there. Remember what I told 
you to do for him to have a giant orgasm. I'm going to 
pull his legs back further to get the tip of his thing 
just an inch away from his mouth. See how his mouth is 
open to receive. It's going to stay wide open, I 
think, but I may need to kiss him one more time to 
make sure he's excited enough. We'll see." 

I didn't want another "kiss," so my mouth stayed open 
as I saw my penis move right in front of it and felt 
myself approaching an orgasm. I was trying to hold 
back, but my attempts were having an opposite effect 
and bringing me to the edge faster.

Marlene was watching me closely and she must have seen 
I was getting close. "OK, now, Candy," she said, and I 
felt a finger from Candy's other hand plunge into my 
anus. Marlene was right. It not only sent me over the 
edge, but I exploded with a huge groan and sent huge 
spurts of semen into my mouth. Some of the come went 
straight to my throat causing me to choke as I 
swallowed it, some of it went up my nose, causing a 
horrible burning feeling and nausea from the smell, 
some of it filled my mouth with a terrible taste and 
some of it missed my mouth and coated my face.

The orgasm was so strong that even after I had nothing 
left to squirt, my body was still thrusting. Finally, 
I calmed down and my satisfaction turned to disgust as 
I felt the goo covering my face. I lifted one come-
covered eyelid and looked up to see Candy staring at 
me. Her face was red and sweaty. She was in a state of 
high excitement.

"Take a look, Candy," said Marlene. "You'd think that 
Jed would be humiliated by what he just did, but 
that's how men are. They don't care about anything 
except coming. And you saw what happened when you 
stuck your finger in his ass. That's why they're 
always interested in anal. They are obsessed with 
asses, and often, that's where their head is, too." 
She laughed her cute, high-pitched laugh, which now 
sounded to me darker than a witch's cackle.

"Yes, Candy, I guess we should clean off his face, 
although I love the white pancake makeup he's wearing. 
OK, wash it off and pat it dry. Look at him. He can't 
say a thing. I think he's still reveling in his 
degradation.

"Now it's your turn for something special, Candy. I 
want you to get back in the position we started with, 
you on top in a 69. That's good. Now both of you will 
use your tongues to get each other aroused. I'll watch 
for the signs and tell you what to do next. There, Jed 
is hard again, and I see he's put some more color in 
your face.

"Now, you need to sit up and let go of Jed, Candy. 
That's it. Now lean back a little and put your hands 
on the bed to support you. I'm going to pull your legs 
up and forward a little and spread them apart, so that 
your juicy bush comes into my view on this side. 
There. It looks beautiful.

"Yes I know your anus is now over Jed's face. That's 
the idea. He's going to give you anal while I work on 
your pussy. Yes, we promised him he could do you in 
the ass, and he will, but with his tongue, not his 
dick, so you won't feel any discomfort at all. You did 
wash yourself down there like I told you, right? Then 
don't worry. There shouldn't be anything coming out.

"You say you don't think he likes this because he's 
not using his tongue inside your ass? Just give him a 
second to get used to it. I'm sure he's going to love 
it." As she said this, I felt a hand close around my 
balls and squeeze them hard. I screamed out in pain, 
but my scream went right into Candy's anus.

"See," squeaked Marlene with a little laugh. "He did 
something just then, and from the way you squirmed, 
you felt it. I think his tongue is about to go into 
action, but let me know if it doesn't. Oh, he's 
started, and I can see you are really getting into it. 
I want you to push out now as if you're doing you know 
what, because that opens up your anus, and he can push 
his tongue deep inside you. Do you feel his tongue 
inside yet? No? Oh now you do. He loves doing this, 
believe me.

"Now keep on riding his tongue while I whisper 
something into his ear, and then you're going on a 
roller coaster ride."

As I was working away inside Candy's anus, I saw out 
of one eye that Marlene's face was approaching my 
right ear. When she got right up next to it, she began 
whispering to me.

"Got the idea yet, Jed?" she said. "I'm showing Candy 
that you are nothing but an animal who will gladly 
accept any kind of humiliation to get his rocks off. 
Combined with the amazing orgasm I'm going to give her 
now, she will see that there are better choices than 
staying with you. I hope you're enjoying the show. I 
see you're trying to get your head loose. Keep it up. 
When you move it, Candy just thinks it's part of your 
service of her asshole." She moved away.

"OK, Candy," she said. "I see that big beautiful moist 
bush calling to me. I'm crawling up over Jed's tool 
and pushing it against his belly to get to you. Do you 
feel my hands gently parting your hair and exposing 
the beautiful red flower in the middle? In a second, I 
won't be saying another word, but my tongue will be 
communicating with your pussy. Try to relax and let me 
do all the work while Jed enjoys the anal that he 
wanted so much. Let's make this last as long as we 
can. My goal is to give you the most overwhelming, 
most pleasurable, most memorable orgasm you've ever 
had."

For the next 20 minutes, Marlene played Candy like an 
instrument. I felt it because each time she became 
more aroused, her anus spasmed around my tongue, 
squeezing it and twisting it in different directions. 
Finally, I heard Candy singing. It was one note, a 
very high one, and it started deep inside her body and 
grew fuller and louder second by second until it felt 
like it was going to shatter not only glass but 
everything else in the room. 

Her anus was spasming wildly and out of control and 
suddenly she was moving it all over my face and 
pushing it down hard. Faster and faster she moved as 
the note stopped for a moment and then jumped even 
higher as she lifted her ass and came down hard on my 
face. Then she fell backward, letting me breathe at 
last.

Even after this, her voice didn't stop. It now sounded 
like a combination of a cat purring and a child 
whimpering. She was lying on the bed behind my head 
while I was trying to recover, so I heard her clearly. 
I also heard Marlene panting, but I didn't see her.

After five minutes or so, I felt Candy stirring behind 
me, and Marlene's squeaky voice began speaking with a 
lot of breathiness. "I'm not going to say anything 
about what just happened, Candy, because sometimes 
words just spoil things. But tell me when you're 
ready, and we'll finish up with Jed."

All was silent for a few minutes. I wanted to say 
something, but I was frightened. Had Marlene really 
stolen Candy from me with that huge orgasm? Would I 
sound pathetic if I tried to tell her what Marlene had 
whispered to me? In the end, I didn't say anything.

"You're ready to finish?" said Marlene. "OK, remember 
what I was telling you about men and anal and what 
happened when you stuck your finger inside Ned? I'm 
going to give Ned a big kiss while you get between his 
legs and use that same finger to push some more lube 
inside him. Good." She smothered me again with her 
mouth and fingers on my nose until I was gasping.

"He's getting excited. Do you hear? Now get a bunch of 
lube on two fingers and put both of them inside as far 
as they will go. Good. Now more lube. Keep pushing 
lube inside until he's silky smooth in there. Now, put 
in three fingers. See how it's not hard to get them 
in. Push them back and forth. That's it. Now faster 
and faster.

"I'm going to start pumping his dick now, while you 
push those fingers in and out. Maybe he will take over 
and do it himself if he gets excited enough. See how 
his body jumped when you put four fingers in. He's 
really getting excited now, and I'm going to give him 
another kiss."

When she put her mouth over mine and pinched my nose 
this time, I tried to hold my breath as long as I 
could, even though Candy's fingers were causing 
agonizing pain inside as she pushed them in and out of 
me. As Marlene released me, I used all my strength and 
screamed out "Help!"

But it didn't come out a scream. It was barely above a 
whisper. Candy, who has good ears, heard something. 
"What was that?" she said and turned around to looked 
up at me while her four fingers were making me squirm 
in pain.

"I think it was Ned sighing," said the voice of 
Marlene.

"Oh," said Candy, but I think it was more in response 
to what she saw on my face as she looked at me. I was 
grimacing from the horrible pain in my anus. She 
didn't stop what she was doing, but she said, 
"Marlene, I think I need more lube. Do you have 
another jar."

When Marlene got up, Candy leaned over and whispered. 
"Whack off as fast as you can, Jed, as soon as you get 
the chance." Then her face was gone.

"You've still got plenty of lube in this jar," said 
Marlene.

"Oh, I thought it was empty," said Candy. "Sorry. I'm 
going to get Jed aroused with my mouth so we can 
finish, because I'm getting tired."

"OK, but be careful not to bring him off," said 
Marlene. "We don't want him coming until your entire 
hand is inside him. It's called fisting, and a lot of 
men really get excited by it. When you get him 
aroused, take your mouth away and place his hand 
there, and let's see if he'll whack himself off. If he 
isn't ready yet, I'm going to give him another kiss."

Candy's talented mouth and tongue soon had me almost 
forgetting the pain in my ass as the urgency began 
sweeping up from between my legs. I was almost there 
when she took her mouth away and said, "OK, Jed, you 
take over."

I started pumping myself as fast as I could and 
Marlene saw me. "OK, Candy, now tuck your thumb behind 
your fingers and push your hand all the way in."

As she finished speaking, I yelled out and began 
squirting into my mouth again. Not much semen was 
left, so it wasn't as bad as the first time. But more 
important, I felt Candy's fingers being carefully 
pulled out of my ass.

"What are you doing, Candy?" asked Marlene. "You 
didn't put your whole hand in yet."

"But he already came," Candy said, "and I'm really 
tired."

"That's too bad," said Marlene, "because I wanted to 
finish on a special note. But we did get a lot 
accomplished, didn't we?"

"We sure did," said Candy. "I never imagined the 
threesome would be like this, especially with anal. 
But I'm really tired now. Do you mind if we wind this 
up?"

"I understand," said Marlene. "You probably have a lot 
to think about. I'll just get my stuff together and 
go. We can talk next week." Candy didn't reply.

I was still lying on the bed feeling numb and 
wondering if I would ever want to get up again when 
Candy came back from showing Marlene out. She sat down 
next to me and leaned over and gave me a kiss on the 
cheek. I opened my eyes and saw tears streaming from 
hers. Then she lifted me up slightly so she could put 
her arms around me and buried her head in my shoulder 
and began sobbing. I put my arms around her.

I held her as she cried herself to sleep. The pain at 
my crotch kept awake for a while. As I drifted off, I 
was wondering, why was I comforting her instead of the 
other way around?

***

When I woke the next morning, she wasn't there. I 
couldn't keep myself from wondering if she had left me 
for Marlene until I heard some noises downstairs. Then 
I smelled some good aromas through the nasty stuff 
that was dried up in my nostrils. I put on a robe and 
walked downstairs, wincing from the pain in my rear 
with every step.

"You're up," she said in a perky voice, but her face 
told me she had been crying. " You were totally out 
when I got up. Why don't you take a nice hot shower, 
and then I've got a special breakfast for you. I 
guarantee it will make you feel terrific." There was a 
hint of a tear in her voice as she spoke, and she 
didn't sound convincing.

When we sat down to eat, I said, "Candy," and she 
said, "Jed, I don't want to talk about last night now. 
If you don't mind, I'm going to try to not even think 
about it for a few days. OK?"

"OK," I said. I was trying to think of what to say to 
keep her from leaving, but I was at a loss, so I was 
glad for the extra days, although I was scared that 
she might leave without saying anything. Maybe she was 
just staying with me those few days to make sure I was 
all right. I racked my brain to come up with something 
to convince her not to desert me for Marlene.

We spent a quiet Sunday at home doing stuff around the 
house and watching some TV, and the next few days were 
typical work days, except for Wednesday, when I got a 
call from Marlene.

"Is everything OK with Candy?" she asked me without 
even saying hello.

"Sure," I said.

"Well, she's not returning my phone calls," said 
Marlene, "and I was worried."

"No, she's fine," I said, "goodbye." I didn't offer 
any more information to the bitch. I wanted to curse 
her and tell her off, but I thought that's just what 
she was waiting for.

I told Candy about Marlene's call at dinner, and she 
said, "I guess we should talk tonight."

After dinner, we went to the living room and she 
poured both of us drinks. She sat on the couch, and I 
sat in my favorite easy chair, and we looked at each 
other for a few minutes. She looked like she was 
holding back tears.

"Jed," she said in a halting voice, "I don't want to 
think about the other night, and I don't want to talk 
about it, because I'm scared to death to hear what you 
are going to say. I'm a criminal who deserves to be 
punished, but of course, I want a quick execution 
because it's not as hard. I'm always taking the easy 
way out.

"So tell me honestly, can you ever forgive me for what 
I did to you? I have no excuses, and even though you 
said that if you went along with it, it would be your 
fault, too, I don't accept that. This thing was all 
about me, and I'm afraid I ruined a wonderful 
marriage. I would do anything to take back Saturday 
night, but I can't, and...

"Please be quiet, Candy," I said. "You're not getting 
out of our marriage that easy. You're going to pay for 
what you did for a long time." I smiled at her when I 
said it to show it was a joke, but she got up from the 
couch and rushed over to me and sank to the floor, 
reaching out to put her arms around me, sobbing wildly 
into my stomach.

Through her sobs, she said, "Oh Jed, I want to pay and 
pay and pay for what I did as long as you'll let me, 
but I can never pay enough."

When I calmed her down, I said to her, "It will be 
hard, but I'd like to forget the whole thing if it's 
OK with you." At that point, I was so relieved that I 
wasn't losing her that I didn't even care what she had 
done.

She looked at me and said, "I need to tell you some 
other things about this, Jed, but I'd like to postpone 
that for a while and concentrate on the payback. If 
you're not hurting too much, we can go upstairs, so I 
can begin my first payment right now."

The following Tuesday, Candy said not to schedule 
anything for Saturday night because we were going to 
an exorcism. I didn't ask for details.

After dinner at a nice restaurant on Saturday, Candy 
told me to drive home, and when we got there, she 
asked me to wait downstairs until she called me. When 
I was summoned, I entered a bedroom illuminated only 
by dozens of candles. Candy was dressed in a sheer 
negligee that I had never seen before, but it made her 
look even sexier than when she was nude.

She began to recite an incantation that she had 
obviously made up herself. The gist of it was that she 
was ridding the bedroom of evil spirits forever.

Then she went over to the bed and lifted up two velvet 
cloths. Under each one was a bright red heart made out 
of cloth, and on each heart was a large padlock that 
was open, with the key stuck inside it.

"This heart is Jed," she said, as she lifted the lock 
off one of them, "and I am now locking it forever for 
Candy. He is locked up for Candy, and no one else ever 
gets to have him."

"This heart is Candy," she said as she did the same 
with the other lock. "I am now locking it forever for 
Jed. She is locked up for Jed, and no one else ever 
gets to have her. Candy's heart and lock go into Jed's 
underwear drawer, so he will see it every day, and 
Jed's heart and lock go into Candy's drawer, so she 
will see it every day. End of ceremony."

She walked up to me and began taking my clothes off. 
She was crying, and this time, I was crying, too.

A week later, Candy surprised me again and said, 
"Tomorrow, we're going to church."

"But we don't believe in that mumbo jumbo," I said.

"I found a church where they have the same values that 
we have," she said. "The only difference is that they 
mix God and Jesus into it. I met some of the people 
and told them we are sinners and doubters, and they 
said they didn't care, because from what I told them, 
we were more like them than we were different.

"I just think we need to be around people like them, 
but if you're really against it, we don't have to go."

We went, and she was right. The services were 
painless, especially because they had a great choir, 
and the people were wonderful. We soon had a bunch of 
new friends and were doing things that we really 
believed in. Sometimes I thought about how we had 
gotten there, and I was amazed to find myself thinking 
that only a god could have figured out our strange 
path.

Marlene called me at the office two months after the 
fateful night, and I could tell she was in bad shape. 
She begged me to see her that night. I said no, that I 
didn't want to see her ever again, and she became 
hysterical and said that she might kill herself if I 
wouldn't see her. I told her to call me the next day.

That night, I told Candy about the call.

"Jed," she said, "If you don't mind, I never want to 
hear her name again. I am not ever speaking to her, 
and I won't be in the same room with her either. But I 
guess you should talk to her. When you do, tell her 
that you will not be sharing your conversation with 
me."

I met Marlene at a nearly empty Denny's after work the 
next day. I didn't recognize her at first because she 
wasn't dressed to show off her figure like usually 
was. She was subdued until I told her what Candy had 
said, and then she broke down and put her head on the 
table. I didn't say anything as she went on crying for 
more than five minutes. Then she raised her head and 
dried her tears on a napkin and looked at me for 
another couple of minutes.

"What did you say to her?" she finally said. "You're 
smarter than I thought I you were. I was sure I had 
won her away."

"We're both stupid," I said. "I was sure you had, too. 
But she's smarter than we are. I think she figured it 
out somehow."

"Here," said Marlene as she handed me a binder with 
some DVDs in it. "These are the videos. Candy didn't 
tell you that we had cameras hidden around the room. 
That's why I insisted on all the lights being on. I 
was going to show the videos to Candy to remind her of 
the best orgasm she's ever had and how disgusting you 
looked. I was sure they would clinch the deal.

"Now I can't stand looking at them, because they 
remind me of what I ruined. I destroyed the ones on my 
hard drive, so if you want to shred these, no one else 
will ever see them. You probably think it's a trick 
and that I hope you show them to Candy, and somewhere 
in my mind, I'm probably wishing for that, but now I 
don't think it will do me any good even if she does 
see them.

"I've loved Candy for a long time, and she loved me. 
But I was conceited enough to think I could take it to 
the physical level with some cheap tricks, and now 
I've destroyed the best thing in my life.

"I know you hate me, but you have to admit that my 
scheme actually brought the two of you closer 
together. And I know that you also love her, so you 
have some idea about what I'm going through. If you 
can ever forgive me and if she ever lets you talk 
about me, I'm begging you to ask her to let me beg her 
for forgiveness. Tell her I'll never talk to her about 
sex again. Tell her that if she would give me one more 
hug, I would die happy. Tell her -- oh what's the 
use?" She put her head in her hands began to cry 
again, but this time silently.

When she stopped, I said, "I promise you if she ever 
lets me bring up your name, I'll tell her what you 
said."

She looked at me in amazement and then jumped out of 
her chair and on top of me, clutching me with her 
hands around my neck, and she smothered my face with 
kisses. She stopped long enough to say, "You wonderful 
man, you good man," and then kissed me some more. She 
stopped and got off of me and sat down facing me 
again.

"Why did I hate you?" she said. "Why did I try to 
destroy you? Why do I hate men?" Then there was more 
crying.

When she stopped, I told her I had to go. She thanked 
me again and again and said she wouldn't stop hoping. 
But Candy didn't change her mind.

About a year later, someone told me Marlene had 
started dating men, and maybe nine months after that, 
I heard she was engaged. That's the last I heard of 
her until one Sunday morning when I saw Candy acting 
strangely. "Maybe you should go to church by yourself 
this morning," she said after she had already dressed. 
"I have a headache." She didn't say anything else at 
breakfast, but she had a strange expression on her 
face.

Then just as I was walking out, she joined me. "I 
might as well go," she said, without explaining what 
she meant. Looking at her, I decided I'd better not 
ask what was going on.

It didn't take me long to find out. Shortly after we 
were seated, I saw Marlene and a man walk down the 
aisle and take seats on the other side of the aisle 
from us. They didn't attempt to approach us, but the 
minister did a few months later.

He asked us to meet with him, and when we were seated, 
he told us that Marlene and her husband had met with 
him, and Marlene had told him everything that had 
happened. He turned to Candy. "Do you forgive her, 
Candy?" he said.

"Yes, I do, Reverend," she replied.

"Would the two of you be willing to meet with her and 
her husband?" he said. "It is my sincere belief that 
she has repented and they mean no harm and would just 
like your friendship."

"Reverend," said Candy, "do you remember your sermon 
about condemned prisoners a couple of months ago?"

"I think so," he said.

"You told us that no matter how evil they were and 
what horrible things they had done to other people, 
even to helpless women and children, before they 
murdered them, it was our duty to forgive them. You 
also told us that being forgiven by us didn't mean we 
should free them. They still needed to be executed for 
their crimes, and for believers in Jesus, there was no 
contradiction. Is that right?"

"Yes, Candy, you certainly understood that sermon."

"And I think you understand me now, too, Reverend."

"Yes, Candy. I'll tell them."

A few months later, Candy asked if I had ever watched 
the videos Marlene had made. I told her I hadn't, and 
she said she felt like looking at them and would I 
like to join her?

"No thanks," I said, "but since you brought her up, I 
have a promise to keep, and I now have to talk about 
Marlene a little. I promised her I would tell you that 
she would like to beg you for forgiveness. She told me 
that she made the videos with the idea of showing you 
how incredible sex would be with her and how 
disgusting I was for going through what the two of you 
did to me.

"Which reminds me. That night, she said that she would 
give you the best orgasm you've ever had. Was she 
right?"

"Yes," said Candy, "but so what. It only made me more 
angry when I realized what she was doing. I'm mostly 
angry at myself, because I was so sucked into the 
exciting sex that my mind was turned off. It wasn't 
until I heard you say 'Help!' that I began waking up."

"You heard that?"

"Yes, and when I looked at you and saw you were in 
pain rather than enjoying yourself, I realized in a 
flash how she had manipulated us. Why do you think I 
told you to bring yourself off as fast as you could 
and ignored her instructions by sucking you until you 
were ready to come?"

"Why?" I said.

"Because I knew she wanted me to fist you, and I no 
longer wanted to do anything. I just wanted to stop 
and get her to leave. My mind was reeling. But the 
next morning, I awoke with complete clarity. I knew 
that I still had to work out something about my 
complicity, but I also knew for certain that I never 
wanted to see Marlene again. I did mourn her a long 
time, because she was my oldest friend.

"Then why do you want to watch the three of us now?" I 
said.

"Just because all of a sudden I'm turned on by the 
idea, nothing deeper than that. But if you tell me no, 
I won't. I've learned that there are certain things 
that turn me on that can end up turning on me."

"I guess it's OK," I said, "but please don't watch 
them when I'm around."

"That's a promise," she said.

***

A couple of days later, she was a wild woman in bed. I 
wanted to ask her whether she had watched the videos 
that day, but I was afraid to. Every once in a while, 
for no reason, she goes crazy like that and each time, 
I've suspected it was the video. After wrestling with 
it the first few times, I decided that I should stop 
worrying about it and just be grateful for the 
results.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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