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. My 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.
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.
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 my 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 breakup 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, just looked at me sadly and left.
Valerie was out in her garden, and 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 go. 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 you bought your 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 didn't know! "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."
"Yes, that's right. It still hurts."
"You just described me too. My three kids are all gone, and 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. 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 gotta 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, as 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 at this time, and I told Brad who told his parents. I wished now that he had not done that. I could have went 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.
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. 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 nice long eight-inch 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."
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 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 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!)
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 power was 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.
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 and 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.
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 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, dildos 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 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.