Ten years ago, I would have left. Crying and in pain, but I would have left. My heart would have not been able to reconcile Valerie and Cindy, and I would never have believed Cindy wanted me. But now, I found I have changed too. Maybe it was Sady's death, maybe it was the fiasco with Lisa and how she hurt Mike, maybe it was Valerie's illness, but I kind of thought it was the sincerity and pain Cindy was showing when she talked to me.
I told them I agreed with the proposal, but I wanted to go slow with Cindy. I hadn't seen her in nearly as long as I had not seen Valerie.
The first few weeks were the hardest. I kept expecting to return home and find the two of them in bed fucking with the door locked against me. I reality, I only caught them together once in the first few months. They were on the couch in a 69 position. I had left work early intending to surprise Valerie with a night on the town. I was the one surprised. But it wasn't the 69 or the revulsion I expected to feel, it was excitement, and that scared me. Was I now accepting that both ladies were bisexual, and could love each other as well as me? Maybe I was. I thought about the three-way I always desired, and then I realized why Sady would never agree to it. Sady was the straightest woman I ever knew. To her the concept of lesbianism was so repulsive that I soon learned not to bring it up in her presence. But I secretly wanted to share her with another woman, even if I knew it would never happen. The idea of another man and me with her, held no appeal, as I was as repulsed by the idea of male homosexual sex as Sady was about lesbian sex.
Valerie was the first to notice me standing there and she went white, pulling off Cindy like she was electrified. Cindy didn't even have to look to know what happened and she started to cry. Valerie just looked at me in disbelief. Not only was I not running upstairs to lock myself in - I was sporting a rather prominent erection. Valerie nudged the sobbing Cindy and she chanced a look at me, and had the same look of disbelief on her face.
Valerie found her voice first. "You're hard? How?"
Cindy's voice sounded just as astonished. "I don't believe what I see! Have you accepted it, or is it something else?"
I started removing my clothes and soon I had help. When I was naked too, and my cock was pointing right at Valerie's cunt, I answered them. "You two have changed over the years, and I guess I have too. What I just saw a couple of months ago would have made me ill. But I know now why it made me ill. I thought you wouldn't want me join you, that you just wanted each other. Now I know different..." and I pointed to my hard cock.
Valerie reached for it and began to stroke it gently. But Cindy wasn't buying my explanation just yet.
"Kevin, you don't just change in a couple of months, and I never ever expected to see you excited about Valerie and I. It doesn't fit. It's too soon of a change."
I removed Valerie's hand and went over to kiss Cindy. "I have been thinking a lot these last couple of months we've been together. I realized why I was reacting like I was. I was terrified of losing Valerie again, and the thought that she might love somebody else just hurt too much. When I saw her offer her cunt to you, before she offered it to me, I just knew I'd made another mistake, and I'd lost her again. The idea of a three-way was the furthest thing from my mind. Now, I would love to have one, especially with the two ladies I've grown to love."
At that last both Valerie and Cindy's eyebrows shot up in disbelief again. Valerie found her voice first again. "I knew I hurt you when we were kids, but I never realized just much until right now. You've carried that hurt all your life, haven't you?"
"Yes, even in my happiest times with Sady, it was always there. And Sady always knew that no matter how much I loved her, I loved you more, and I always would. She accepted it, and never said a word. But you hurt her too, you know, more than you ever knew. The hardest thing she ever made me do, was move away from you and Brad. But it was the right thing for us, or we would never had made it together."
Cindy looked at Valerie in shock and anger. "You didn't know how you had hurt him? How didn't you? Everybody in school knew what you did, and half of them hurt for him. Kevin had a lot of friends that never understood you. I know I didn't. But Sady always puzzled me. She should've been elated to get the boy she wanted, but she didn't act elated. She acted sad and unhappy. Now I understand why. Valerie, did you ever once tell either of them you were sorry?"
Valerie just shook her head no. She was not capable of speech right now. Cindy came over and hugged me, and then she did something that removed my doubt about her. She went over to Valerie and slapped her. "I thought I knew you. I thought you had been hurt and mistreated by Brad. I was wrong. You got just what you deserved" and she went upstairs to her room and shut the door. I followed her leaving a miserable looking Valerie stunned on the couch.
Cindy was sobbing quietly on her bed. I came over to her and took her in my arms, and for the first time kissed her with feeling. I had kissed her before, but it was always tentative because I never really believed her. I did now.
Her eyes went wide, as she understood what this kiss meant, and then she hugged me. Tears were still falling, but I think they were for a different reason. She just smiled and shook her head no. "Not yet, Kevin. Not after what just happened with Valerie. She needs to heal and you need to heal, then we can try it." I realized she was right.
I went back downstairs to find Valerie gone. A note was on the table.
Kevin and Cindy,
I have to think, and I have to do it alone. I want to understand why I never said I was sorry, and why I couldn't see the hurt in Sady. It may take a while to think this through, but when I do, I'll be back. Don't look for me, please.
Love, Valerie.
PS - Please make love to Cindy. She needs it as bad as you do. And I won't be here much longer. Please, For Me?
I went up to show Cindy the note. She was asleep, so I left it by the bed, and went to take a nap myself. What a day that was!
Valerie returned a couple of days later. She asked both Cindy and I to let her speak all the way through before interrupting. We agreed. I don't remember all of what she said, but the tone was that she had decided to leave us. Her reasons were many, but neither Cindy nor I accepted any of them. She did apologize, and I did not accept, because I knew she didn't really mean it. Cindy was astonished but my reasons were clear.
Valerie then left for her old house and started living there, only visiting occasionally. Cindy moved over with her, and I was alone again for a month or so.
It took about a month and a half, but I finally found my backbone and made a decision that I should have made much earlier. I went over and knocked on the door. Cindy answered with a look of surprise on her face. She asked me what I wanted.
"Cindy, I want both of you back. I know I've been an idiot for not insisting that both of you stay before this, but it takes me a while to get over being a dummy. Please?"
Cindy didn't answer; she just pointed into the back bedroom. She followed me in. Valerie was in there with several tubes and machines. I went white. She appeared to be resting comfortably as possible.
"She took a turn for the worse, and that's why she left. She didn't want to hold us up, and she wanted to suffer alone. She said it was only fair, because she made you suffer for years and she was ashamed and mad at herself."
"Can you wake her up? I want to talk to her."
"She needs to sleep. The doctors are worried the cancer may have spread faster than they thought. They want her in the hospital, but she refuses to leave. I have to stay with her, she needs someone to look out for her."
Now I was mad. Did she really think I would let her here alone to die? Just how much did she want to hurt me, anyway?" I went to the phone and called my work. I let them know I was taking two days medical leave. Then I called a home care business and made arrangements for a nurse to look in on Valerie daily. Then I started for the living room telling Cindy to follow me.
"Cindy, I want her out of here and at my house by tonight. I am NOT leaving her now, and I will not let her turn me away again. Does she really think I only want her as a lover? I want whatever I can have of her for as long as I can have it."
Cindy's smile told me I had said the right thing. Then I heard a weak voice from Valerie's bedroom. "Did I hear what I thought I just heard?"
We went back in to see a very puzzled and weak looking Valerie looking back at me. Cindy was still smiling.
"Valerie, honey, why wouldn't you let me help you? Why shut me out? I love you, not your cunt or tits or hair, I love YOU. I always have and I always will."
Cindy was now crying. But Valerie wasn't buying it. "You don't mean that. I'm just a shell of what I was. I can't fuck you anymore, I'm too weak and I don't want pity. Maybe you should just leave me. I can make do with Cindy here."
I started to speak, but Cindy waved me off. "If he leaves, I leave. And I'm not coming back. Can't you get it through that thick head of yours, that we don't care what you look like or whether or not we can fuck you? We care about you, both of us. You, in whatever way you are. I love you, too, but not as much as Kevin does and has for all of his life. Now, I know you're not stupid, but you're sure acting like you are. Kevin wants both of us to move back in with him. I'm going to do it, are you coming, or do you prefer to suffer alone?" She grabbed me and started out of the room. We got about two steps.
"Come back. I give up. If you two really want an old sick woman tying you down, I won't refuse any longer. I know when I'm beaten. Now give me a kiss, you two."
We both kissed her tenderly and she gave back as much as she could. My heart was breaking a little because I wouldn't have her much longer. But maybe she could give me one last gift before she left us. I looked at Cindy who looked at me with tenderness. Yes, one last gift from the woman I always loved.
Valerie lasted a couple more months before passing away in her sleep in her bedroom in my house. She refused to go to the hospital saying she wanted to die with her loved ones. Her sons and families all came to see her before she died, including Mike and his new wife and kids. He looked truly happy and I was glad.
Lisa never showed up, and Valerie told me not to let her in if she did. She called one night while I was working late. Cindy answered and let her talk. All she wanted to know was when the will would be read. Cindy told Valerie who had her lawyer write her out of her will the next day.
Brad came to see her and in a surprise to both Cindy and I, agreed to see him. She talked with him alone for about fifteen minutes and when he came out he was crying very hard. I asked him what went on, but he couldn't talk. Cindy went in to see a grinning and happy looking Valerie. She had a look of triumph on her face.
"Finally after all these years, I can tell him what I really think of him, and not worry about him hurting me. He apologized for how he treated me. I didn't accept it. He was the man who made my life the hell it was instead of the joy it should have been with Kevin. I'll never forgive him for that or myself for allowing it to happen.
The funeral was one of the largest ever held in my hometown. She was truly loved, and it made me wonder what Sady would have thought about it. She still loved her sister, but she could never forgive her.
As for Cindy and I, we still take it slow. I mean, we're both pushing fifty. But we're pushing it together. The last wish of Valerie was for me to marry Cindy before she died. I proposed that night. Cindy accepted. We didn't want a honeymoon, but Valerie insisted. We left for a week.
The first time we made love, it was like being with Sady again. I knew Cindy wanted to be with me, and her lesbianism was nearly gone by now. She was very well preserved for her age. Must have been all that pussy juice.
Our honeymoon night was beautiful and short. We were both so worn out from the wedding, that when we slept together our first night as man and wife, we SLEPT together - no fucking. Of course we made up for it the rest of the time.
I can honestly say that I fell in love with Cindy as deeply as I was in love with Valerie. Once I got over my fear that she would be comparing me to her female and male lovers and my thinking I would come out second, I began to enjoy the love and warmth that she always seemed to have. Her orgasms and reactions to my lovemaking were real and wonderful to enjoy. Somewhere in all her years of fucking, she knew how to let her partner know when he or she was making her feel good. After three loud cums and several smaller ones during our first session, I knew that she was enjoying herself.
Cindy has asked me to let her talk a little now. I will, and then we will both close this out.
I wondered for a long time how I would feel on the wedding night. We had not made love yet - with Valerie's illness, we never had time. But I was determined to enjoy it, no matter how I really felt. But as I looked at Kevin and the look of apprehension on his face, my heart just melted. Why did it take me so long to find someone I truly and totally could love? How could I have not seen this sooner?
Kevin was so tender and caring during this whole ordeal. I was so in shock because I was so used to men treating a woman like property. Maybe that's one reason I never had a good relationship with one. He was so shy, even at his age, and it was really special to me to know we had Valerie's blessing.
I've often wondered if I got to Valerie first, would she have ever gone to Brad. I'd like to think not, but then I think about what that would have done to Kevin. Brad taking her away was bad enough, but that would have killed him and maybe Sady too.
Sady. A woman I wished I had a chance to know. Not as a lover, that was impossible, but as a friend. She was so good in helping Kevin get over Valerie as much as he could, but it was still painful to know both of them knew she was a substitute. I think when I heard that is when I started to see Kevin in the way I see him now - the only person I can truly say I've ever loved. Damn, I wish I'd have seen it thirty years ago.
I got even with Lisa a little bit. She left a lot of bad feelings around here, and I'm so glad Mike found somebody else to be the mother his kids need.
Lisa called me up a few weeks ago asking me how her mother was. I asked her why she cared. She said she wanted to know to have an idea what she was getting of hers. I was shocked and really pissed off. I tore into her on the phone, and she slammed the receiver down. Of course I told Valerie, who just sighed and started sobbing. That was the final straw.
Lisa was asked by me to come over some night to meet her mother before she died. I had no intention of letting Lisa anywhere near Valerie or Kevin. I wanted some payback for that bitch and I knew just the person to help me. I called Mike and asked him some things about Lisa. Things she didn't like. Then I arranged for a male stripper to show up at the house. Last I made sure Lisa was into bondage. She was, and the final step was there. I took Valerie over to Kevin's house. This was when Val was still avoiding him. Kevin was out of town on a sales job for a couple of days. Valerie would be safe.
I waited for Lisa to arrive. She did along with a pretty blonde girl about twenty or so. Big boobs, small waist - the kind of girl that got guys erect real quick. After talking with the blonde - her name was Martha - I got the impression that she was with Lisa in hopes of getting some of her money, and then splitting. She was also bisexual, as would be proved later. Lisa didn't know that, and it was just another great thing about that night.
Lisa and Martha excused themselves and went upstairs for a quick fuck. I asked to join in. I didn't really want to, but I needed to make Lisa horny as hell without getting any kind of release.
I went down on Martha's nice blonde bush and she came a couple of times. She returned the favor, but I didn't come. It just didn't do anything for me anymore. Besides, I was falling in love with Kevin, and I couldn't get it out of my mind that I was hurting him.
Lisa was getting ignored, and she was getting mad. Just what I wanted! She'd be a lot angrier before the night was over!
Martha excused herself for the bathroom. I watched through the mirror, and she took a ribbed dildo out of her purse and was masturbating herself with it. I smiled. She would not be so horny now. Lisa pulled me over to her by my long hair and planted my mouth in her dripping cunt. I waited until she relaxed, then I gave her a very hard lick right on her clit. She almost went through the ceiling. She passed out, and I went to get Martha. I took her downstairs, and ate her out again. The doorbell rang, and I let the male stripper in.
Martha took one look at the guy and immediately went for his cock. Just what I hoped would happen. The guy was real surprised, and I hoped he wasn't gay. He wasn't, as he pushed Martha's sucking mouth down on his big dick. They both looked to be in ecstasy. Time to get Lisa! I chucked to myself. She would never be back again if this worked the way I planned.
Lisa came down with a look of lust on her face. She was real horny now. Time to see if she was bisexual, after all. I took Martha away from the hunk, and left Lisa with him. She gave me a withering look telling me she didn't appreciate being left with an erect cock to satisfy. Martha looked at her and smiled.
She told me as we were headed back upstairs, that she knew Kevin through Sady. Sady had been one of her mom's closest friends, and the only reason she was with Lisa was to get some revenge on Valerie, and Lisa was the only family member she knew. She also told me she was not a lesbian, or really bi, but she had to fool Lisa into trusting her enough to bring her along to meet me. She then asked me where Valerie was. I told her what was happening and she started to tear up. She got madder by the minute as she heard about what Lisa had done, and I had a great idea to finish her off forever.
I called Mike and had him and his wife come over. I had not met his new wife, but I was curious what kind of a woman she was. I already liked her for having enough courage to marry a man hurt as badly as Mike was.
They arrived shortly. Lisa and the stripper were fucking in the spare room, which I had locked behind them. She was in for a rude shock.
I took Mike and his wife, Theresa, aside and told them what we had planned for Lisa's punishment. Theresa's eyes flared and it was all I could do to keep her from beating the guestroom door down to get at Lisa. She hated the woman she had never met. I really began to like Theresa, and surprisingly to me, not in a sexual way. Maybe I was changing after all.
Mike was the one who didn't want to do what I had asked him to, but Theresa of all people convinced him. She was very much in love with him and she shared the hurt Lisa had inflicted on him. She wanted revenge too.
Lisa finally banged on the locked door wanting out. I let her out apologizing for the faulty (not really) lock. She just grinned and grabbed for me. I looked behind her and the poor stripper was tied to the bed with a large hard erection pointing up. He looked to be in serious pain from blue balls. I nearly hit her right there. Luckily for him, Martha was right behind me, and when she saw him ran and jumped on his dick. Lisa saw and gave her a look of disgust. She told her to get off that damned male, or they were through. Martha ignored her smiling happily as the stripper thrust into her. He finally came, as did Martha. She reached down and gave him a warm kiss. I was real happy to see that.
Lisa had left me and was about to leave, when she ran right into Mike. She went white and began babbling. Her eyes got real big when Mike ripped her blouse off her leaving her tits to swing freely. He then scooped her up and carried her into the master bedroom.
I went in trailed by Martha and the stripper and we all watched a truly satisfying scene.
Lisa was tied spread-eagled to the bed and Mike was tickling her with a couple of feathers. From the bathroom entered Theresa carrying a large dildo and an even larger whip. She looked fearsome, and Mike was enjoying watching Lisa squirm. She knew who this woman must be, and by the look on her face didn't want her anywhere near her.
Theresa was having fun. She told me later that she always had a domination fantasy, but was too shy to ever actually try it. Now she would get the chance on the woman who hurt her husband.
Mike continued with the feather as Theresa began whipping Lisa's ass and pussy. Not hard, but strong enough to make her wince. The combination of light and hard was driving Lisa nuts. I was rubbing my clit softly, not being able to stop. Martha and the stripper were kissing and cuddling, when Theresa handed the dildo to Martha whose eyes lit up. She came over to Lisa who had a look of total surprise on her face. She hadn't realized until just now how Martha really felt. She began yelling and Martha stuck the dildo in her open mouth almost causing her to gag.
Now Theresa and Mike switched. Mike had the whip and he was anything but gentle with his swipes. Theresa was running the feather lightly over Lisa's nipples and the reactions of her body were satisfying as hell. She was pushing up at Mike and the whip and her nipples were hard and sticking straight out. She was sucking the dildo as hard as she could, and suddenly all three of them stepped away from her body. Lisa screamed as she was near orgasm. Martha and the stripper left the room. Judging by her look at him, they were headed back to the guestroom for more fun.
Theresa and Mike stripped and made love right on the bed next to the bound and crying Lisa. She looked at me with a pleading eye, but I just ignored her. Finally she could take no more and began crying hard. She asked me why we were doing this to her.
Mike and Theresa heard that and Theresa pulled away from Mike, cum dripping from her pussy, and Lisa licked her lips at the sight. I found it exciting too, but for a different reason.
Theresa pulled Lisa's cunt lips apart and Mike drove his erection into her sopping pussy hard. Lisa screamed again begging him to take it out. There was no doubt at all now, Lisa was a lesbian through and through, and always would be. I went to get Martha and the stripper who were surprisingly just cuddled up next to each other. I motioned them in to watch Mike and Lisa. The stripper's big cock came to full erection and Martha and Theresa both got wicked smiles.
The next minute the stripper was planted in Lisa's virgin ass reaming her out hard. Lisa by now was sobbing and begging the guys to pull out of her before they came. She moaned that she wasn't on the pill and wanted no more kids to have to put up with. That last statement got to me the most. I went to her and grabbed both her tits and squeezed them hard enough to leave long red welts. Theresa joined me and soon we were each grabbing one and squeezing. Martha grabbed her long hair and jerked it back causing her to involuntarily hump back up at the two cocks in her holes. She came in spite of herself and Mike pulled out and poured his cum all over her front, coating her bruised and swollen tits. The stripper came in her ass at the same time and the sensation made her pass out.
When she came to, she was sitting on the front room couch, dressed and everybody except Martha and I had left. Theresa hugged me as she was leaving saying maybe she could have all of Mike now. I hugged both her and Mike and kissed him softly, telling him to visit whenever he wanted to.
The stripper (I never did remember his name) refused to take any money saying Martha explained what we were doing and he was glad to be a part of it. I noticed Martha gave him her phone number, and he embarrassingly took it.
Martha was ready when she woke up, and she started in on Lisa. She talked about what she told me, and then how much she was glad that she had been able to get revenge. I waited until Martha ran down, and hugging her told her to come back this weekend to meet Kevin and Valerie. She promised she would.
I pulled the trembling Lisa up and made her go over across the street to her mother. Valerie was sleeping when we went in, and Lisa broke down when she saw her mother's condition. At this time Valerie was weeks away from her death, and she looked awful.
I gently woke Val up and she smiled and kissed me and asked if Kevin was back yet. I told her he'd be back tomorrow, but she had a visitor.
Lisa went up to the bed, tears streaming down her face. Valerie looked at her once, and looked to me. She said "Get her out of here. That person is not welcome anywhere I am living and never will be." The steel in Valerie's eyes had not been there for months. Lisa was stunned.
"But Mom, I'm your daughter."
Valerie whispered something to me. "Lisa, Valerie says that she lost her daughter months ago when she hurt her son-in-law so badly. And she says that the lesbian tramp had better never come back to this house or she will be arrested and carted off to jail."
Lisa left sobbing and totally miserable. We never saw her again.
Kevin came back the next night and heard from me what we did to Lisa and was stunned and then mad because he wasn't part of it. I didn't tell him about Martha, but he soon calmed down. Valerie was back at her house, still not letting Kevin see her. I had to go back to take care of her, but my heart was breaking not being able to stay with Kevin.
That weekend, Martha showed up alone. I jokingly asked her where the stripper was, and she blushed and said he was working. She also showed me an engagement ring. I was very surprised, but she was radiant. I took her over to see Kevin after making sure Valerie was sleeping. Kevin was also sleeping, so I awoke him with a warm loving kiss. He returned it and it was all I could do not to jump him right there. But then I remembered Martha.
She came over after giving me a wicked leer and sat down in Kevin's lap. He was very surprised, and it was obvious he had no idea whom this was. Another thing I loved about Kevin. Here was a sweet young thing sitting in his lap next to his cock, and he wasn't hard.
Martha finally could take it no more. "Uncle Kevin, it's me, Martha!"
"Martha? You can't be Martha. She was just a little girl the last time I saw her."
"Kevin, that was three years ago, and I'm now nineteen, and not little anymore," and she leaned in to him sticking her tit right in front of his face. The embarrassing redness of his cheeks made me feel special somehow. Here was this big-titted woman offering one of her tits to him, and he's embarrassed. I could learn to love this man, very quickly.
"Martha, what are you doing here?" He gently pushed her back away from his mouth, and Martha pouted. She could even do that sexily!
"Ask Cindy."
"All right, you, how did you meet Martha? Was she one of your girlfriends? Seems to me the Martha I remembered had a severe dislike for lesbians after listening to Sady for a while. I find it difficult to believe she could have went gay. That would kill her mother."
Before I had a chance to talk, Martha began kissing him warmly, smiling.
I decided to spill Martha's participation in our revenge against Lisa. As I told him, he softly kissed Martha on the head and thanked her for helping. Then he gently pushed her off him, and stood up and came over to kiss me. Martha threw me what I hoped was a mock look of jealousy.
Martha looked at both of us with a knowing smile. "When are you two getting hitched? I must confess I'm a little surprised, but I see how sick Valerie is. I know how Kevin must feel after all this time to find Valerie and then lose her again. It makes me sad, but I see you have helped him through this, Cindy. I have only one request to take back to my mother. Please never tell her I had to make love to Lisa. I hated every minute of it, and you were right Kevin, I would never go gay. Lisa was a way to help me soothe the memory of Sady who I loved like a second mother. And I loved you more than my drunkard of a father, Kevin. Now, would you kiss your surrogate daughter before she has to leave? Besides, my fiancé will be getting off work in an hour, and we still have to pack."
I was curious. "Pack? Where are you two going?"
Martha looked like a girl in love. "Back home. Don and I are getting married next week and he will be starting his new job next month."
"That sounds like you knew him before he came over to meet Lisa."
"You didn't really think he was a stripper, did you? Don's buddy is a stripper, but when he heard the address that his buddy was supposed to go to, Don asked him if he could go instead. He met Mike when he was in college and he saw how Lisa treated him. He hated her just as much as I did. I think he did a fine job as a stripper too, don't you?"
She went over to Kevin who was sitting there stunned. As Martha approached, he got up and embraced her and kissed her hard enough to bring her off the ground. I just watched my man hug and kiss a girl that was like his daughter, and my reaction was surprising even to me - I was proud of Kevin. Damned proud. Then it hit me what Martha had said. She could see how the two of us reacted to each other, and if it was that obvious to a girl, who I had known less than a week, it must be obvious to everybody else. I think that's when I knew I was looking at my husband, and I was giddy with happiness about that thought.
Kevin finally released her and called her daughter, which made Martha blush deep red. She gave him a warm smile, came over and hugged me and left. I wondered if I would see her again. I certainly hoped so.
Kevin here again.
Cindy has about talked herself out, and she looks real sleepy. I think it's time to go to bed. And at our age, sleep is just as likely as sex.
I went to visit Valerie's grave with Cindy for the first time today. Flowers surrounded her grave. I broke down as I looked on the stone, which was a gift from Brad, of all people. He said it took him his whole life to realize just what he threw away with Valerie, and when he finally did, she was gone. Somehow I believed him.
Cindy is holding me tight and she has tears in her eyes. I noticed one of the sets of flowers was from Lisa. It was the set that was crushed by the wind, and was in tatters. That seemed to fit her relationship with Valerie.
We were headed to the other coast to get away for a while. I wanted to visit Sady again, and I was hoping to run into Martha and her mom. Her mother and Sady were best friends for years, and it was a true test of their friendship that I never had a sexual thought towards her even when she poured herself into her bikini trying to turn me on. Her husband was rarely home, preferring to drink rather than be with his wife and daughter. Martha. She was my daughter more than she was her father's daughter. She was over here constantly when she wasn't with some boy in the neighborhood. She always sought me out for advice with her boyfriends, and I found out from Sady that she had asked her about what to do when one of her girlfriends came on to her. Sady told her how she hated lesbianism, and soon convinced Martha just how much pain that can cause. I think back to her days with Lisa and how painful that must have been for her. She truly hated the idea of lesbianism. I was hoping to meet her new husband. He seemed like he was a good man for her.
The flight was uneventful except for the case of airsickness Cindy had. It only happened during takeoff and landings, but I filed it away for future knowledge.
When we got off the plane, we had an unexpected surprise. Martha and her husband were waiting for us. Cindy sheepishly explained that she had called Martha and told her we were coming as a surprise to me. I kissed my thoughtful wife and hugged and kissed my pseudo-daughter and shook her husband's hand. He was really handsome and the feeling he had for Martha was readily apparent, as was her feeling for him. It looked to be a good match.
Martha insisted we stay with her and we tried to beg off, but she wouldn't hear of it. We ended up following them to a very large and familiar house. My old house!
Cindy caught my look and my smile at Martha and she was amazed. I finally told her and Cindy hugged Martha warmly.
Martha looked proud. "I told Don, I wanted to live here when I heard it was up for sale again. I lived here more than my own house growing up. What better place to raise my own family." She patted her stomach as she said that. My eyes went wide.
"Yes, Kevin, you soon will have a surrogate grandchild. I'm two months along, and I couldn't be happier. Don and I agreed that if it's a boy, his name will be Kevin and if it's a girl it will be Sady Valerie." That did it, both Cindy and I broke down. Don and Martha looked as though this was the reaction they were hoping for. I asked where her mother and father were. They had lived just across the street.
Martha looked even happier. "They're on a second honeymoon. Somehow when Dad saw how happy I was with Don, he decided to try to make Mom happy again. He stopped drinking and is going to AA. Mom goes with him, and they are so much happier than I've ever seen them."
Don seemed to be real happy letting Martha do all the talking. I finally decided I wanted to hear from him.
"I guess it must be difficult to get a word in edgewise with Martha. I have the same problem with my magpie over there."
Don chuckled. "Nice to know I'm not the only one. She'll talk all day if you give her half a chance. I'm normally quiet and very shy, so it works out great."
"I hear you do a pretty good stripper from what Cindy tells me."
My opinion of Don went up an octave as he blushed a very deep red and looked very embarrassed. "That was the most daring thing I've ever done. If Martha hadn't been there, I never could have pulled it off. But seeing that harpy Lisa made me determined to go through with it. The feeling of fucking her asshole was so satisfying it made the rest of it worth it. But I was concerned how Martha would react. I never knew she had been fucking Lisa. She was terrified that I would leave her when I found out. No chance of that. I loved her too much for a little lesbian action to stop it. And I knew she hated every minute of it, too. She used to come see me after a long session with Lisa and we would make caring love and just cuddle together. As weird as it sounds, I think her time with Lisa made us grow closer. I know I fell more in love with her because I know what she sacrificed to make Lisa pay. And since I knew what kind of man Mike was, and how he was hurting before he found Theresa, I was glad to help."
Yes, my 'daughter' made a good choice for a husband. Cindy had been listening and she agreed with me.
That night was strange. Neither Cindy nor I could get comfortable in our bed. I knew what it was. I felt like I was cheating on Sady. We had spent so many nights in that bed being happy and complete, that having sex with Cindy seemed wrong somehow. Cindy sensed it too. We decided to take a drive at one in the morning. I drove to a parking lot somewhere and Cindy and I fucked in the back seat of a car for the first time in nearly forty years. Actually I should say, *tried*to fuck. Neither of us was limber enough for it anymore. We settled for mutual masturbation, and we both vowed to find a hotel room tomorrow no matter how much it might hurt Martha and Don.
The next day, Don was at work and Cindy grabbed Martha for some shopping *without*me. I knew what this really meant. I was to find a hotel room while they were gone. It was no problem. Two blocks away, a neighborhood hotel that I had stayed at when Sady and I had one of our infrequent fights, was still there, just as pretty as ever. It overlooked the bay, and had an old-time charm I loved. I got a double bed for the rest of our stay on the second floor overlooking the bay. I knew Cindy would be pleased.
When I got back to Martha's place, Don had returned from work, but the girls were still gone. We talked for quite a long time and I found out that he had met Martha through Sady. Sady and his mother were members of a woman's club and had been associates for years. He met Martha when she was only thirteen, and had dated her on and off for years. He knew he wanted to marry her a long time before she did. But it worked out Ok. He was really looking forward to their child.
I told him, Cindy and I would be staying at the seaside motel, and he agreed with us, to my surprise. He argued with his wife about putting us up here, saying it would bring back memories for me that I may not want. I shook his hand again and told him just how perceptive he was. He just smiled.
The girls came in then, and it took us nearly fifteen minutes to unload the car. I wondered just how much damage my shop happy wife had done to our credit card, but she just smiled and whispered that it would be worth it. I told her I got us a room for the rest of stay. Now all I had to do was tell my 'daughter' without hurting her.
I need not have bothered. Don did it for me. He kissed his wife and then told her we were staying at the seaside hotel for the rest of our stay. Martha was hurt, but when Cindy and I explained our reasons, she agreed with us. She said she never realized what the memories would be like in that room. Then we all went to see Sady.
I knew I would break down at her grave. I wanted to go, but it tore me up. When we got there, there were two sets of flowers that were very recently put there. One was from Martha and Don and the other from her mother and father. Cindy broke down too, crying that she wished she had the chance to know her. Don just comforted his sobbing wife. He drove back because none of the rest of us was capable of it.
That night I took Cindy to our room. She fell in love with the view and we made love on the balcony. She was lying on a blanket looking up at me with a look of contentment. I undressed her slowly, caressing each part I uncovered, and kissing and sucking as I went. Soon she was softly moaning and getting very wet. I nudged her legs apart and looked at her pussy. A more beautiful sight I had not seen in years. She was gasping in anticipation, when I finally stuck my tongue in her warm, steamy pussy. Now, this was a lesbian who had been eaten for years by all types of female and later male tongues, but I had her creaming inside of two minutes without even touching her clit. She tossed her head back and forth making soft mewing sounds of contentment, and soon she pushed me away. She sat up, her breasts heaving, and pushed me down scooting down to my erect cock.
Now, if there is one thing Cindy still needs some practice on, it's cock sucking. She tries real hard, but I guess Sady and Valerie spoiled me. She was good, but I was used to perfection, I guess. She knew it, but she still tried her best because she loved me and wanted give me pleasure, and I loved her for it.
But I pushed her away when my shaft was rock hard. At our ages, one good erection usually was all I could manage, and we had learned not to waste it. Cindy rose over me, straddled my hip and moved down slowly savoring each inch that I penetrated her until I was all the way in. She just sat there on me for a few minutes letting the sensation wash over her, and then she began moving. I moved up and she moved down causing my dick to jump in her cunt. Soon, I could feel my cum ready to pour inside her, and she knew it because her pussy walls began massaging and urging my cum out of my balls into her. I came and two seconds later so did she. We just lay there together for about ten minutes soaking up the sensation, before getting up and going to bed.
Martha and Don had a little girl two months ago. Sady Valerie is a very healthy and loud little girl. She seems to have a lot of the spunk of her namesakes.
Brad calls us on a regular basis wanting to be friends. I talk to him, but Cindy refuses. She still blames him for Valerie. I kinda do too, but I try to be civil.
Cindy and I decided to move back to where Martha and Don live. We had nothing left for us in our hometown and Cindy fell in love with this area. We are having a house built down the street from the hotel, and are staying there until it is finished.
Lisa was heard from one more time. She was arrested at a gay and lesbian march for resisting arrest. She is currently serving time somewhere in Oregon.
Valerie's other children and their families call us from time to time and we talk. But we have never been all that close.
Mike got an offer to transfer out here and he and his family gladly took it. He moved into our old house and Theresa baby-sits Martha's daughter quite often. I've gotten to know her and I like her quite a bit. Mike and her are a good match and she's a wonderful mother for the children. Theresa has one of her own on the way, too.
Cindy and I have retired. We are both in our late fifties, and we are content and happy. We still have sex two or three times a week, but it usually wears us out, so we don't do it often. More often, we just cuddle and hold each other. That feels just as good to me because I know Cindy wants me, and she knows I want her.
Sometimes when I get depressed, I wonder whether Valerie and I were
ever meant to be. Then I look at Cindy and I have my answer.