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Post-Nuptials
by Ed Rider (edrider73@gmail.com)

***

A man leaves his uncaring wife only to find out that 
she's been carrying on a lesbian relationship through 
most of their 10 year marriage. He hires a female 
friend attorney. You can expect twisting and turning
in the plot before this story is over. (MF, FF, oral,
anal, voy)

***

It had been three weeks since Eugene and Audrey had had 
sex, and he was ready to explode.

He had tried everything, from subtle hints to fancy 
dinners. Gradually, he got increasingly direct. Tonight, 
he had coated his request in flattery, with a touch of 
humor, ribaldry and raw desire, and she still turned him 
down.

"Are you playing some kind of game with me?" he said.

"No."

"Then what's wrong?"

"I'm not in the mood."

"You haven't been in the mood for three weeks." He 
waited for her to respond.

Audrey was a woman of few words in private. The first 
time he met her was at a party, and she was charming and 
chatty. But on their first date, he sweated blood to 
extract a response. So he was used to her terseness.

"What's wrong?" he said.

"Nothing."

"Why won't you have sex with me?"

"I don't feel like it."

"Shouldn't you see a doctor?"

"No."

"But we can't go on like this?"

"Why not?"

"Wait a minute. We used to have sex two or three times a 
week. We celebrated our 10th anniversary last month. And 
all of a sudden, you have no interest in me?"

"I didn't say I have no interest in you."

"But you just said you don't care if we go on like this. 
You're contradicting yourself."

"No, I'm not. I have an interest in you."

"But you don't have an interest in having sex with me."

"Right."

"Do you have any idea how this lack of interest 
started?"

"No."

"When did you first realize you didn't desire me 
anymore? Was it something I did?"

"No, it wasn't something you did, and I don't know when 
I first realized it."

"Was it exactly three weeks ago, or earlier?"

"Earlier."

"How much earlier?"

"I don't know exactly?"

"Was it more than a month?"

"Yes."

"Was it more than three months?"

"Yes?"

"Wait a minute. Was it more than a year?"

"Yes?"

"But why didn't you say anything before this?"

"Because, I didn't want a divorce."

"But now you do."

"I'm fine with the way things are."

"Wait. I want to go back so I get this straight. Has it 
been more than five years?"

"Yes."

"More than 10 years?"

"Yes."

"Did you ever desire me?"

"I wanted to marry you, didn't I?"

"You didn't answer the question."

"No, I didn't desire you sexually."

"Then, why did you marry me?"

"There were other things about you I desired. And you 
desired me."

"Back to divorce. Did you say you don't want a divorce?"

"No, I said I'm fine with the way things are. But if you 
want a divorce, I won't fight it."

"You can't anyway in California. Everything's split 50-
50. I wonder what the jury would say in a different 
state about you deceiving me for more than 10 years. You 
say you don't mind staying together. What am I supposed 
to do?"

"I don't mind if you go to whores, since I won't have to 
worry about catching anything. It's none of my 
business."

"What about you?"

"It's none of your business."

"Have you been seeing another man?"

"It's none of your business."

"That's right. You seem to know the law, too, Audrey. If 
you're seeing someone else, all I could do is divorce 
you, which you don't mind, because you'd get half of 
everything. But why wouldn't you want to be with him -- 
unless maybe he's married. I don't really give a damn, 
anyway."

"Is this conversation finished?"

"Yes, Audrey, I'm only going to say this once, but I 
have to say it. You are a cold-hearted bitch, but a hell 
of an actress. Do you have a lawyer?"

"Yes, it's Portia."

"Oh yeah, your friend. So she's been advising you. I 
always thought she was a nice person and felt sorry for 
her because her asshole husband runs after every skirt 
he sees. I've never done that to you. It looks like 
you're about to yawn. OK, we'll let the lawyers do the 
talking."

***

For some reason, Eugene procrastinated. He woke up the 
next morning feeling like a dead man. Everything he had 
taken for granted had turned out to be wrong. It was as 
if he were a ghost in his own marriage. He walked around 
in a daze day after day.

He took care of his needs with some nice looking call 
girls, but he felt like an animal being serviced and got 
little pleasure from them. He was starting to think that 
his whole life was a lie, and a couple of times the 
thought of ending it even crossed his mind. The 
realization that Audrey would inherit the entire estate 
stopped those impulses.

He alternated in feeling sorry for Audrey because 
apparently ice flowed in her veins instead of blood to 
feeling tremendous anger and rage that she had cheated 
him out of true happiness.

He was sitting in a Starbucks bent over his double shot 
one afternoon when he felt someone's eyes on him. He 
looked up to see Portia gazing at him from a nearby 
table. When she saw him looking back, she smiled until 
she saw his face turn dark. He got up and headed for the 
door.

"Wait!" she shouted as he was walking down the street. 
He stopped and she ran up to him.

"I know I haven't seen a lawyer yet, Portia," he said. 
"Don't ask me why."

"I feel so bad for you, Eugene," she said. He looked at 
her, and her eyes were moist.

"OK, fine, Portia," he said. "I'm not blaming you for 
representing Audrey. She's your friend. But I shouldn't 
be talking to you. I don't know what she told you, but 
I'm still in shock, and I might say things that you 
could use against me. So goodbye."

"I'm not representing Audrey anymore," Portia said. "I 
can't tell you anything she told me because it was 
privileged, but when I started to ask her some 
questions, she clammed up. The next day she called and 
told me she decided to use another lawyer because we've 
known each other as couples. But she doesn't really need 
a lawyer anyway. I think she knows family law as well as 
I do."

"Anyway, I just wanted to tell you how badly I felt for 
you, and I also wanted you to know that I'm divorcing 
Jake.

"I'm sorry," said Eugene. "Actually, I take that back. 
I'm happy for you, because you've always seemed too nice 
a person to be punished with a husband like Jake. I'm 
sure you're going to find a wonderful man the second 
time around."

"I hope so," said Portia. "And I wish you the same with 
your second wife."

"Oh, I don't know if I'll ever trust a woman again," he 
said.

"Don't say that," she said. "Audrey is not your average 
woman. When Jake and I used to get together with the two 
of you, we would talk about business, and I found out 
she's totally amoral. That's one reason why she's been 
so successful. She won't do anything illegal, but only 
because the risk is too great. But she'll do anything 
short of illegal to come out ahead, including cheat. 
It's not even something she thinks about. She's a 
special woman. I don't think that came out right."

"No, it's true," he said. "She certainly is something 
special." He laughed a hollow laugh. "Thanks for your 
good wishes. I'll see you around."

***

He called Portia a week later and asked her for a 
referral.

"Would you think it strange if I suggested myself?" she 
said.

"Could you do that?" he said.

"I'd have to get permission from both Audrey and her 
lawyer," she said. "But if you like the idea, I'll try."

The next day, she called and said, "They both said they 
didn't care, so if you want me, I'm yours. I should tell 
you that it's pretty cut and dried. Audrey has prepared 
pretty well."

"What do you mean?" he said. "In this state, there's not 
much she or I can do?"

"You're wrong," said Portia. "When you come in, I'll 
tell you what she's done to you. But you're right that 
there's not much you can do now. Can you come in early 
tomorrow. I'm all booked up, but I'll come in an hour 
before my first appointment if you want."

The next morning, she told him, "We don't have much 
time, but before we talk about anything else, I need to 
tell you about the 10-year rule. When Audrey consulted 
me, I asked her if she knew about it, but she didn't 
answer me. I could tell she did, though."

"What are you talking about," said Eugene.

"I thought you didn't know," said Portia. "In simple 
terms, if a woman is married to a man for 10 years in 
California, she gets a huge advantage in a divorce. It 
could be the man, too, like when the woman is a wealthy 
movie star.

"After 10 years, the court considers the spouse more of 
an integral part of whatever success the other partner 
achieved, and entitled to more. So Audrey will receive 
from you, in addition to half your joint assets, 
payments that allow her to live in the same style that 
she's been accustomed to."

"So she stuck it out with me for 10 years so she could 
hit the jackpot," said Eugene.

"Well, she can point out that when you were married, 
both of you had nothing except student loans to pay 
off," said Portia, "but everyone who knew you in school 
felt you had a high probability for success."

The talked about legalities, options, timing and costs, 
and the hour was soon almost gone. "I haven't even had a 
chance to get your history," said Portia, "but if you 
like fish, you can come over tonight and we can work 
during dinner."

"Thanks," said Eugene, "but I know you like Indian, so 
I'm picking some up on the way over. And I know we're 
sort of friends, but I insist that you bill me for 
tonight."

"OK," said Portia, "but I won't bill you for the chewing 
and swallowing time, although we do have a computer 
program in the office that does that."

***

Dinner was a group therapy session. First, Eugene told 
Portia his life story. He broke down several times when 
he told her how he met and fell in love with Audrey and 
about their seemingly happy marriage. Now he was 
beginning to notice some tell-tale signs, such as her 
postponing starting a family, but he still couldn't 
understand how someone could pretend to love someone 
else for 10 years. And he blamed himself for not seeing 
through her.

Portia tried to comfort him. She told him about some of 
her unusual family law cases, and said that she had 
handled more than a dozen cases where the wife not only 
didn't love the husband, but used him as a baby-making 
money machine. Once the kids were out of college, she 
quickly divorced the husband, who often had no clue that 
she had never loved him.

Then Portia told him her story, about how she found out 
that Jake had started cheating within a year after their 
marriage. Though she was tough as nails at work, she was 
afraid to face her personal failure and get her own 
divorce. She bitterly talked about some of the 
humiliation she put up with for years.

"You know, it was Audrey coming in to see me that 
finally pushed me to do what I should have done eight 
years ago," she said. She was thoughtful for a moment 
and took a deep breath.

"Eugene," she said, "I'm hesitating to tell you this, 
because it makes no difference to your legal situation. 
But I can't help thinking of you more as a good friend 
than a client, and I know that somehow or other you will 
find out, and then it will be another shock. I think 
hearing this from me here tonight will soften it a 
little bit. But you have to promise me you won't do 
anything rash if I tell you."

"What are you talking about, Portia?" he said. "It's 
something about me and Audrey, isn't it? I'll bet it's 
another man. I've been thinking there's got to be 
something else, unless Audrey is a sexless robot. But I 
don't care who he is at this point, and I'm not angry at 
him. I guess I'm curious, that's all. So I won't track 
him down and kill him, if that's what you're worried 
about."

"It's a little different than you think," said Portia. 
"Did you have any idea that Audrey was bisexual? The 
other man is really a woman, and her name would mean 
nothing to you, so I'm not even going to tell you. 
Audrey never talked to me or her other friends about her 
friend, but we found out and know all about them. 
They've been together at least eight or nine years."

"A woman," he said. "I was thinking back and could never 
remember Audrey flirting with another man. But I never 
would have guessed it was a woman, because of how she 
was with me in bed. Of course, now I realize that was 
just an act, but I still can't get over how good an act 
it was."

"Does that upset you more than a man?" said Portia. "Are 
you homophobic?"

"No," he said. "It makes no difference who it was. She's 
the one I'm angry at. Actually, I'm thinking she's not 
bisexual. Since she didn't like sex with me and never 
sought out another man, she must be a lesbian. That 
means she was even a better actress than I thought."

"I never told anybody, but when we first met, Audrey 
came on to me," said Portia. "I think it was either 
before she knew her lady friend, or they weren't really 
together yet. She got me all red in the face at lunch 
one day when she was trying to seduce me and tell me it 
would make no difference to our husbands because she 
wasn't a man.

"I didn't know what to do, so I told her I was 
flattered, but I couldn't do that to Jake and you. I 
already knew Jake was running around, so I was really 
thinking of you, and I really felt sorry for you then. 
Afterward, I thought to myself that I should have told 
her I wasn't bisexual so there were no 
misunderstandings. But then I heard about her and her 
friend, and they've been monogamous as far as I can 
tell.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have used that word considering 
how she was deceiving you. Whenever Jake and I got 
together with Audrey and you, I enjoyed your company, 
but I always had a tear in my eye when we went home, 
because I felt so bad for you. There, that's all of the 
true confessions I can think of for tonight.

"Thank you, Portia," he said. "Despite the psychodrama, 
this has been a wonderful evening. I hope I haven't 
intruded on your private life. I feel that because of 
your friendship, I'm getting much more from my lawyer 
than I'm paying for."

She ignored his words, but he saw her wiping a tear from 
her eye. "Speaking of money," she said, "I want to wind 
this up quickly, because the more I drag it out, the 
more it will cost you. I think I have all the 
information I need for now. I'll call you if there are 
any questions, and when I'm ready to lay everything out 
for you, my secretary will schedule an appointment."

***

The call came two weeks later. The secretary said that 
Audrey was overbooked for the next week but didn't want 
to delay seeing him, and would it be all right if they 
met at her house for dinner the next night. He was not 
to bring anything, except a bottle of wine.

After the plates had been cleared, Portia put a large 
folder of papers in front of her. "This is it, and it's 
all ready to go whenever you want to file," she said. "I 
didn't date anything yet, and you can take your time 
going through everything. The news isn't good. There's 
no legal way she's not going to get half of everything, 
plus those healthy lifestyle payments for staying with 
you 10 years. I hope you can afford them.

"By the way, even though I think I've researched every 
possible legal way to change the settlement, I may have 
overlooked something, and I don't mind at all if you 
take all these papers to another lawyer or two for their 
opinions. I've done all the work for them, so they can 
get the picture quickly and shouldn't charge too much."

"I'm sure I don't need to do that," he said.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," she said. "I really 
wish I thought there was even a slight chance for 
another lawyer to find something I missed. I feel so bad 
for you."

"It's funny," he said, "listening to you right now, do 
you know what I picked up on? I think you said it twice, 
something to the effect that there's no legal way to 
fight this. What popped into my mind was, is there an 
illegal way?"

She laughed. "Yes, I thought about that, too, when I was 
working on this," she said. "What could you do that 
might not be legal? The only thing I could think of was 
blackmail. Do you want to hear what I was fantasizing 
about?"

"I'd love to," he said.

"Well then, the consultation part of this evening is 
over, and we're moving to the living room. What I'm 
about to tell you has nothing to do with my profession, 
and I'm not advising you in any way. You're just going 
to listen to the sick ravings of a demented mind. Is 
that understood?"

They sat down facing each other. She looked at him and 
laughed again. "You are so innocent and naive," she 
said. "You would never be a good lawyer.

"I was thinking to myself, if you had something on her, 
you could use it against her. But what could it be? It 
couldn't be her cheating on you with her girlfriend, 
because this is a no-fault state, and she knows it. You 
could out her and maybe cause a little embarrassment, 
because it's obvious she keeps that part of her life 
private. But enough people already know about it that 
you couldn't do much damage. She probably knows that, 
too.

"That made me think of embarrassment. Since we both know 
her so well, we know that she is deathly afraid of any 
kind of mortification and humiliation. I'm sure she 
hasn't been able to hide that from you for 10 years. So 
if there was a way you could threaten her with exposing 
something that would embarrass her in front of the 
world, maybe you could get rid of the extra payment.

"That's where I got stuck in my blackmail scheme. I 
can't think of anything like that. In your 10 years 
together, can you think of anything she did that would 
make her vulnerable to humiliation or contempt if you 
exposed it?"

"No," he said. "I'm excited about your extra-legal idea, 
but you're right. She was so protective of herself. She 
would do strange things sometimes just to avoid the 
slightest chance she could be embarrassed. I'll think 
about it some more, but I doubt I'll come up with 
anything."

"Too bad," she said and laughed. "I guess I won't lose 
my license for helping you commit a crime after all."

After that, the talk turned to their personal lives. He 
still hadn't found anyone he wanted to date and 
confessed that he had been using call girls and feeling 
horrible about it. She told him to be careful about 
disease and said she felt sad about him being 
conflicted, but she also felt glad, because it confirmed 
what she felt about his character.

As for her, she had dates now and then, but she hadn't 
found someone she wanted to see again, even though there 
had been some interest from a couple of men. When he 
left, she gave him a hug and kissed him on the cheek. He 
looked at her and saw her eyes were teary.

"Don't worry about me, Portia," he said. "I'll be all 
right. I'm still not ready to make a move, but now I 
know that once I can talk sense to myself, it will go 
fast because of all the work you've done."

***

That was the last time Eugene spoke to her for three 
weeks. He couldn't seem to drag himself out of the rut 
he was in. One morning at the office, he received a call 
from her, and she spoke fast in an excited voice. "I've 
got some interesting news for you," she said, "but I'm 
booked until about 9 tonight. Can you meet me then. I'll 
stay at the restaurant after my meeting and call you as 
soon as I'm free and you can come over. It's not far 
from your house."

When he sat down, he saw her eyes were blazing.

"The restaurant's almost empty, but it doesn't close for 
an hour," she said, "so we can have coffee and talk. You 
won't believe this.

"I've talked to Audrey five times in the last three 
days. At first, I wasn't going to tell you, but I 
decided I had to. So I told her how much I liked you, 
and I shouldn't even be talking to her because I was 
disgusted with her for what she did to you. She had no 
response other than shifting right back to what she was 
interested in. So I don't feel as guilty now since she 
knows how I feel. I'm still a bad girl, though." She 
giggled.

"What?" he said.

"First, her girlfriend dumped her. Well, the way she put 
it was her friend accepted a good job in another city 
without even thinking about her. She said her friend 
knows how critical it is for her to stay in her career 
path for the next few years. She would lose everything 
by moving.

"When she told me how inconsiderate and selfish her 
friend was, I couldn't help telling her, 'It sounds to 
me like she's a cold-hearted bitch who thinks only of 
herself.' She looked at me, and she knew exactly what I 
was saying, but she ignored it.

"Let me go back. This all started with a call at work. 
She was crying so hard, I could barely understand her. 
She pleaded with me to have dinner with her that night, 
and I agreed, even though I don't consider her a friend 
anymore.

"She told me the whole story at dinner and had a good 
cry. And then things really got weird. Guess who's the 
prospective replacement for her lover? You're looking at 
her.

"I reminded her that I don't go that way, but she 
started in on how Jake had used me, and how I obviously 
hadn't found anyone to replace him yet. Then she started 
up on how men just wanted one thing, and their brains 
were between their legs. She even mentioned you and your 
call girls, and that got me really angry for some 
reason.

"She told me she was loyal and would never cheat on a 
lover -- I guess she doesn't count you as a lover -- and 
that she knows she could fulfill me both physically and 
emotionally. You know how persuasive she can be when 
she's trying. Well, she pulled out all the stops.

"I didn't respond at all. In fact, I kept shooting her 
down. Finally, I could see the restaurant was anxious to 
get rid of us, and I told her I had to go. She begged me 
-- right in front of the staff -- to see her the next 
night and said she might do something drastic to herself 
if I wouldn't. For some reason, I agreed.

"I thought about her a couple of times during the next 
day, and I was more prepared for her. She wanted to come 
to my house, and I told her OK, but no monkey business. 
She promised.

"I pretended that I was curious about lesbian sex and 
started asking questions. I got more and more specific. 
You know how she clams up whenever conversations get 
personal, but she told me every detail I wanted to know 
about her and her lover: what they did, how they did it, 
how she felt about her. I think she thought it would 
help her seduce me.

"It turns out that the Audrey we know is a lot different 
than the Audrey in her relationship. She was totally 
subservient to her partner, almost a slave. She even 
told me that her lover had betrayed her many times. 
Sometimes she was forced to watch her with another 
woman. Sometimes she forced Audrey to participate in 
degrading sex, and sometimes Audrey had to put on shows 
for her with other women that also involved humiliation.

"I couldn't believe my ears. I told her, `You would 
never have put up with something like this from Eugene. 
How can you be so forceful and self-confident in all 
your relationships at work and in your marriage and let 
your lover do that to you?'

"You know what she said. She would do the same for me if 
I would take her. She would devote herself to making me 
love her by doing everything I asked, no matter what.

"I asked her if she really enjoyed being degraded, and 
she said, no, she hated it. She said she was sure I 
wouldn't be as cruel as her previous lover, and she 
would teach me a pure love that was -- how did she put 
it -- so exciting that I would feel like I was exploding 
like a rocket and so warm and comforting that no matter 
what happened to me at work, I would know that she would 
heal me that evening. What a sales pitch!

"Now comes the part where I turn into an evil witch. You 
know what I thought about after the second meeting? I 
thought, maybe there's some way I can take advantage of 
her crazy infatuation and find a way for you to 
blackmail her. She gave me so much ammunition with the 
story of her relationship. There has to be something we 
could use. And I found out just how much she cares about 
her position and career, because even though she was 
totally dominated by her girlfriend, she wouldn't 
destroy her career to follow her.

"I twisted and turned that information around in my mind 
so many ways, you wouldn't believe it. And I came up 
with some great schemes for you to get revenge, or at 
least get a better deal on the divorce. I feel so 
strange. I'm disgusted with myself and excited at the 
same time. And I couldn't wait to tell you."

"I guess I'm slow," said Eugene, "because I don't see 
how we can do anything?"

"I'm always shutting down restaurants lately," she said. 
"I can see they want to go home. Do you want to come 
over to my house? Audrey's still living with you, 
right?"

"Yes, she is," he said. "I stupidly haven't even looked 
at the papers you gave me."

"Well, don't look at them now." she said. "I'll meet you 
at my house in 30 minutes."

When she opened the door, Eugene saw that Portia had 
changed clothes. She wasn't wearing anything revealing, 
but the material of her dress was clinging to her in a 
way that emphasized every curve. He realized again what 
a beautiful woman she was and wished he had met her 
before she had met Jake and before he had met Audrey.

She made some coffee, and then they started discussing 
conspiracies. "She knows how I feel about her and you," 
said Portia. "I'm sure of it. But she knows what she 
wants, and that doesn't matter to her. She's called me a 
few times after the second meeting, and she's trying 
different approaches, but each one has only one purpose.

"What I was thinking is what if she did become obedient 
to me, and what if I made her do some disgusting things, 
and what if I videotaped them. At first, I was thinking 
of doing the videos in secret, but then I thought, why 
should I? I'll even have her help me with setting up the 
cameras and everything. I won't hide anything. Either 
she'll do it for me or she won't.

"If she does, I'll gather some really embarrassing video 
recordings of her and give them to you, and you can use 
them against her. I can't believe I'm saying this."

"What a fantasy!" said Eugene. "You've got me excited. I 
can't believe you're even thinking of doing that for me. 
You're such a wonderful person!"

"Please shut up with the wonderful person stuff, 
Eugene," said Portia. "As you can see, I'm as evil and 
conniving a bitch as Audrey is."

"I'm sorry, Miss Horrible Person," he said. "But I will 
treasure the thought that you would sacrifice yourself 
in such a disgusting way for me."

"What do you mean?" she said. "I would have a great time 
humiliating her."

"Yes, that part sounds good, but you're not thinking of 
the stuff that goes with it," he said.

"Like what?"

"Like, you'd have to agree to be her lover. And for her 
to agree to do the humiliating stuff, you'd have to 
agree to do the other stuff with her. I couldn't ask you 
to do that. You told me yourself that it's not for you."

"Now I see what you're talking about, Eugene," she said. 
"Yes, you're right. That's how I used to think a long 
time ago." She laughed. "Yes, last week.

"But I've been thinking it over, and Audrey does make 
some points. Like I haven't really had a man approach me 
who I wanted to sleep with since Jake and I split. And 
I'm not like you -- or I should say like a man -- who 
can just hire someone to take care of my needs.

"I've never desired a woman, but the idea of having sex 
with a woman doesn't disgust me either. I guess I'm 
neutral. I'm looking at it as a learning experience. 
What is the downside? She's not going to get me pregnant 
or give me a disease. Maybe I'll be turned off, but 
maybe I'll enjoy it a little, maybe only because it will 
be so different. I'm not thinking this is going to be a 
sacrifice for me. Do you find that strange?"

"Frankly, yes," Eugene said. "I guess I will never 
understand how women think. So you are really ready to 
go through with this?"

"Yes, I think I am, and part of my excitement is 
thinking about sharing everything I do with you at my 
progress reports. It like I'm Scheherezade and telling 
you a new story each night, although we can't get 
together every night. I'm thinking about whether you'll 
be excited by my stories. Maybe you'll get so turned on 
that -- I don't know -- maybe you'll lose control and 
... I mean, maybe you'll have to call up one of your 
girls and get together with her right away. No, I don't 
want to watch." She laughed.

"Well, you have my blessing if you want to do this," he 
said. "But I have a feeling after you think about it for 
a while, you'll calm down and be more rational. This is 
too weird."

"That's exactly what I was thinking," she said. "I've 
got to go now. I have some early appointments. I'll call 
you when I have something to report."

***

He didn't hear from Portia for two weeks and decided 
that she must have gotten cold feet. But whenever he 
thought about her and her scheme, it put a smile on his 
face. She was really a lot crazier than he had thought 
she was. Although they rarely exchanged a word, he saw 
Audrey around the house occasionally, and she didn't 
look any different. But then, he thought, she never did 
look different. She can hide anything.

"I can't talk," said Portia's voice when he picked up 
her call. She was speaking so low, she was almost 
whispering. "She's in the bathroom, and I may hang up in 
a hurry. I've got to see you. You won't believe -- oops, 
bye."

The next morning, she called him at work. "Audrey has a 
long evening appointment tonight," she said, "and then 
she's going straight home. But just in case, let's meet 
at that Denny's outside the mall, I mean the big mall 
right outside of town. I'll see you at 7."

She was once again wearing a dress that didn't show much 
but clung to her so tightly that it really showed 
everything. She is so sexy, he thought, and she is 
glowing.

"You look great," he said. "Better than I've ever seen 
you."

"I'm going to blush," she said. "It's all because of 
lesbian sex. It's too bad you can never experience it. 
I've had some amazing orgasms since I last saw you, and 
I think it's improved my digestion, my skin and my 
attitude. I feel radiant."

"You look radiant," he said. "So it sounds like you've 
fallen in love with Audrey."

"Quite the contrary," she said. "Lesbian love is great 
all right, but I still need a big, hot -- oops. I don't 
mean to be crude. Anyway, let's just say that I think 
I've experienced the best of what lesbian love offers, 
and I really like it, but I like men more. Each to his 
own. So are you interested in hearing about it?"

They sat in the corner and barely ate their burgers as 
they talked nearly four hours. Every hour, he gave the 
waitress $15 to pour coffee and keep people away. The 
place was almost deserted anyway, so that wasn't hard.

As she told him her stories, she sometimes had to stop 
and laugh at the expression on his face. "Your jaw is 
going to fall all the way to the floor," she said once. 
Sometimes he had to laugh at some of the sillier things 
she did and how seriously Audrey responded. Sometimes 
they both laughed at the same time, and once a delighted 
Portia leaned over and impulsively kissed him on the 
cheek and said, "Even if nothing ever comes of this, it 
was worth it to see you happy and smiling again."

She told him how her strategy was to reject Audrey at 
first. But sure enough, Audrey persisted and gradually, 
Portia allowed herself to be worn down.

The first date was a riot. Audrey was earnestly trying 
to create a romantic mood of seduction, and Portia would 
torment her by playing clueless. The evening ended in 
frustration for Audrey.

When they finally consummated on the third date, Audrey 
pulled out all the stops and Portia climaxed at least 
eight times at her count. She said Audrey was in 
ecstasy. For a while, she let Audrey take the lead and 
introduce her to all the ways she could be pleasured, 
and she learned quickly how to pleasure Audrey back.

Then slowly Portia began taking command. It started with 
her suggesting some of her favorite things to Audrey, 
which Audrey eagerly responded to. After a while, Portia 
directed their lovemaking sessions. Sometimes Audrey 
would make a request, and Portia would grant it. She 
consciously lowered the percentage of times she allowed 
Audrey to have what she wanted, and now it was around 30 
per cent, but Audrey hadn't complained yet.

When Portia had absorbed everything Audrey could teach 
her, she started trying other things that Audrey hadn't 
mentioned. That's when she found out there were things 
Audrey didn't like. One of them was fingers in the 
vagina, which she thought was too much like a man making 
love. Fingers in the anus were even worse.

Audrey loved to give and receive cunnilingus, but she 
had a phobia about touching her tongue anywhere below 
the vagina. She was deathly afraid to have any contact 
with Portia's anus or let Portia touch hers. She told 
Portia that it was even more disgusting than swallowing 
semen. "But I found out that she swallowed your semen 
for 10 years without complaining," said Portia, "so she 
can do anything if she has enough motivation."

The other thing Audrey hated was anything that involved 
pain, even slightly. Her old girlfriend had enjoyed 
slapping her and spanking her in their sessions, and she 
put up with it even though she hated it. She told Portia 
she was so glad that she wasn't sadistic, like her old 
lover.

"I said that I had thought once or twice about spanking 
and slapping her and squeezing her breasts after she 
told me about her old girlfriend," said Portia. "Would 
she mind if I tried it to see if it turned me on. You 
know what she said? She said she knows I'm more loving, 
and she wouldn't mind at all. I tried a couple of spanks 
one time, and I could tell it bothered her, but she 
didn't try to stop me. She'll really do anything I say.

"I think I'm at the end of the preliminary stage now, 
and I'm slowly going to ask more often for things she 
doesn't like. She's already agreed to letting me make 
videos of our lovemaking. In fact, we are learning how 
to set up cameras and lighting now, and she's excited 
about editing the videos together and watching them 
while we play with each other. I pretended to torment 
her, and I asked her how she'd feel if I showed the 
videos to you. She didn't say anything. Whenever I bring 
up your name, which isn't often, she clams up."

They were swaying like two happy drunks when they left 
Denny's, even though they'd only been drinking coffee 
and water.

***

The next progress report took place at Portia's home in 
the living room, where she showed Eugene some videos and 
added her comments.

"Look at the expression on her face, when I stuck the 
third finger into her vagina," said Portia. "She's 
really disgusted and mortified. See how she's looking 
into the camera with that horrified expression. She 
forgot it was there. When she remembered, she turned 
away and hid her face. But she forgot that the camera on 
the other side was still on her face.

"And here I'm putting a second finger into her anus. At 
first she's hysterical, but I stroked her with my other 
hand until she calmed down. Notice, I never took the 
fingers out. In a second I'll start moving them a 
little. I alternate the humiliation with sessions where 
I give her everything she wants. I wonder what she'd do 
if was mean to her all the time.

"Look at how red I got her ass in this video. When I was 
spanking her, I was thinking of you and how many spanks 
equaled a month of what she did to you, and how many 
equaled a year. You notice that even though she's 
screaming like crazy, I have no sympathy at all. I 
wasn't faking that for the camera. She told me after 
that session, she couldn't sit down without pain for 
five days, so I think I'll have to cut back next time.

"Slapping is the same. You see, I can't slap her as much 
as I'd like, because I'd injure her. As I was slapping 
her, I was thinking, I wish I could slap some sense into 
you so you'd beg your husband for forgiveness."

When the videos were finished and Portia turned the 
lights up, Eugene's eyes were glazed. "Wake up!" she 
said. "Show's over!"

"I'm stunned," he said in a quiet voice. "I can't 
believe that's Audrey, that's the woman I'm still 
married to. She looks the same as Audrey, but she's 
nothing like Audrey."

"That's the real Audrey," said Portia. "Don't forget why 
I'm doing this -- I mean in addition to enjoying every 
minute of it. I'm so evil, and you're so good." She 
grabbed his face and kissed him on the cheek.

She smells so good, he thought. I'd like to grab her and 
make love to her right now. It must be the videos that 
got me so worked up. But I can't ruin our friendship. 
I'll call up someone when I leave.

When he left her house, she said, "I've got a business 
trip next week, and Audrey's going to join me at a 
resort on the weekend. I'm thinking about what I can do 
to humiliate her there. I know she's modest, but I think 
she's going to be buying some bikinis where I shop, so 
she's going to have to let everything hang out.

"I'll call you for another video session in two or three 
weeks. By that time, I hope I'll have what you need."

***

She had everything he needed and more. He watched videos 
of Portia fisting Audrey in the vagina and anus day 
after day, each time in a slightly different position. 
Sometimes two hands were in one hole or the other. 
Sometimes one hand was in one hole, and the other in the 
second. A few times Portia managed to get her entire arm 
up to the shoulder into Audrey's anus. "I saw that 
online and didn't believe it," she said, "but it can be 
done. Did you notice that you can see Audrey's face in 
sharp focus, but all you can see of me is my arms and 
hands some naked breast? I edited the video so it's 
Internet ready.

The most horrible video was the one where she forced 
Audrey to eat her anus out and pretend as if she loved 
the taste. She told Audrey that she hadn't washed there 
in two days and had been holding back just so Audrey 
could really enjoy herself. Audrey did an incredible job 
of acting right after she almost threw up, but Portia 
wasn't satisfied. She kept telling her she wasn't making 
it sexy enough. She had to act as if eating out Portia's 
ass was the most thrilling thing in the world.

Eugene was amazed that Audrey got better each time she 
did it, until by the last take, he could almost believe 
she loved it if he hadn't seen the earlier ones. "That's 
the one we'll use right after I explain how dirty my ass 
was," said Portia. "Of course, I lied to her. I cleaned 
myself out really well before doing that scene. I was so 
clean you could have eaten dinner from inside me, so to 
speak. But after I watched that one, I was so disgusted 
that even I couldn't make her do that again."

"Thank goodness," he said. He was breathing heavily, and 
when he looked at Portia, she was, too. They sat there 
looking at each other for a few minutes as they calmed 
down.

Finally, he said, "Well, what next?"

"I was thinking about that," she said. "I would love it 
if you let me present the case to her as your lawyer, 
although in this case I'm your accomplice in extortion. 
Is that OK? I want to see her reaction. You know, 
although I know her sexual side pretty well now, she is 
so unpredictable in other ways that I have no idea what 
she'll say."

"You've got the job," he said. "I'm actually relieved. I 
don't know if I'd have the guts to carry this off. I'd 
much rather stay quiet and let you do the talking."

The next day they knew Audrey would be home at night, 
Portia called her when she was leaving work and said she 
was coming over. Audrey protested that Eugene was home, 
but Portia said she had to see her right away and 
wouldn't take no for an answer.

He stayed in his home office until Audrey came and told 
him Portia wanted him to join them. He tried to keep a 
straight face.

They sat down in the living room, and Portia went 
through her presentation. She explained it without any 
frills, from the plot to the execution to the 
consequences for Audrey. She would get 50 per cent of 
the assets and no more. Portia finished and looked at 
Eugene quickly, then focused on Audrey.

Audrey had ignored him the entire time and gazed only at 
Portia. He didn't see her face change expression once, 
even when Portia spoke in terms so graphic that he was a 
little shocked.

No one spoke for a while. Then Audrey calmly turned to 
him.

"I've been thinking about this, Eugene," she said, "and 
I've come up with a solution. None of us, especially me, 
is going to like it, but I think it will work. You will 
divorce me and marry Portia and have kids with her. I 
will have at least a few hours alone with her once a 
week every week, except when she's on a family vacation.

"As for the money, I don't care. I'm making plenty. I'll 
give you as much of our assets as you want. If you want 
more than 50 per cent, Portia can decide how much you 
can get without the court getting suspicious that you 
took advantage of me."

Portia and Eugene looked at each other and looked at 
her. Eugene decided Audrey must be in shock and denial. 
She was making no sense. Portia must have been thinking 
the same thing.

"Maybe I need to go over some things again, Audrey," she 
said. "I don't think you understood what I was saying."

"I understood you perfectly," said Audrey, "and you know 
I don't like to waste time with a lot of hot air. So 
I'll try to make my explanation brief.

"I figured you were making those videos for Eugene, and 
I didn't care. Yes, I did originally plan to get extra 
money from our divorce, but now that doesn't matter. I 
don't care if Eugene and I stay married or get divorced. 
I think you love him, and he loves you, but I don't care 
if you marry him or not. All I care about is being with 
you for the rest of my life, even if it's only once a 
week."

"But that's not going to happen, Audrey," said Portia. 
"Now you know our fling was only for one purpose. It's 
over."

"Maybe," said Audrey, "but think about this. Despite 
your threats, I know you and Eugene would never put 
those videos on the Internet, because you're both too 
decent to destroy someone that way -- even me. But you 
know I'm not like you.

"You talked about editing yourself out, Portia, but you 
didn't notice that I made copies of the originals on my 
computer when you were in the bathroom. They show your 
face as well as mine. You wouldn't do it to me, but if 
you tried to leave me, I think I might be capable of 
posting the videos of us. My life would be over anyway, 
so maybe I would drag you down with me.

"Maybe this will tell you how I feel. When I watch those 
videos, I feel nothing but pain and humiliation, and I 
want to tear you to pieces, Portia. And then I see you, 
and I melt. All I want to do is adore you.

"I don't care what you make me do, even if it's a lot 
worse than you've already done. You can hate me for this 
and hurt me as much as you want. The only thing you 
can't do is leave me."

She turned to Eugene. "You know," she said, "I never 
could understand your feelings for me, but I think now I 
may have some idea what real love is. No matter what she 
does to me, I will do anything to keep her, even if it 
means sharing her with you.

"I was never religious, as you know, but now I pray to 
God every night to thank him for having Carol leave town 
so I could find the one person in the world that I would 
do anything for."

Audrey got up and went into the kitchen. Eugene and 
Portia looked at each other. His mind was racing in 
every direction, and his head was hurting from all the 
thoughts running through it. He felt he should say 
something, but he didn't know what to say. Portia had a 
legal mind. She would think of something. But she looked 
distraught and wasn't saying anything either.

After 15 minutes of silence, Audrey walked back in the 
room. "Take as long as you want," she said, "but until 
Portia asserts her authority, it looks like I'm going to 
have to take charge for a while. And I'm hungry, so 
we're all going out for dinner. We may be spending a lot 
of time together from now on, and I need to practice 
being nice to Eugene for Portia's sake. I'm treating."

She went to the door and turned around and looked at 
them expectantly. Portia and Eugene looked at each other 
and then slowly got up. 

END

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