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You Cannot Always Help Who You Love
by Renata von Foetze (von_foetze@mail.com0

***

His secretary surprises him in more than one way. (MF, 
oral, cons, anal, tg, rom)

***

I was married to Florence five years before I fully 
learned the truth about her. I began to suspect the 
truth the Monday I received a major promotion to 
Department Manager. It came with a nice raise. My boss 
told me to go home and take my wife out to a nice lunch 
to tell her the news. She was home on Mondays because 
her job was from Tuesday to Saturday at the plant where 
she was secretary to the plant manager.

When I got home, I saw a strange car in the driveway. I 
was curious as to whose car it was. I parked in the 
street and crept up to the front of our house. As quiet 
as I could, I opened the door and stepped inside. I 
listened for a moment and I heard strange noises coming 
from our bedroom. Stealthily as I could, I moved to the 
bedroom door. I paused just inside the guest bathroom 
and peered into the room.

Flo was on the bed on her hands and knees while some guy 
was plowing either her cunt or her ass. I thought it had 
to be her cunt because she would never let me in her 
back door. They were both grunting in between dirty 
talk. Flo was nosily crying to be fucked faster and 
harder. Her lover answered. "Whatever you want slut, 
you'll get. Your husband would never believe you were 
such a whore."

I watched him cum inside her as she loudly proclaimed 
she was coming. When he pulled out, I realized he was 
pounding her asshole. I could see cum already leaking 
out. I almost came out of hiding when I heard him say, 
"You better get cleaned up. Freddie will be here a 
little after one."

I realized that the man was Carl, the stock room manager 
at the plant where she worked. Freddie was the plant 
manager. I quietly slipped out the front door, got into 
my car and drove to the corner. I turned around to go 
back up my street and parked opposite my house. 

I'm a camera bug. It's my hobby and I always keep a 
couple of cameras in the car with a variety of lenses. I 
reached into the back to get my camera and lens bag and 
selected the lens good for blow up shots. I got some 
pictures of Carl, with a happy smile, as he came 
striding out of the house, get in his car and drive off. 
I also got a couple of shots of Flo. She was naked as a 
jay bird as she stood in the door way to wave good bye 
to him.

Within ten minutes another car pulled into the drive way 
and out stepped Fred Macklin. The front door opened with 
Flo, still naked, waiting while wearing a devilish grin. 
She greeted him with a long kiss and hug. Then they 
disappeared into the house. I was able to snap off 
another dozen shots. I waited ten minutes before I snuck 
into the house again. 

Freddie was fucking my wife's mouth until he filled her 
with cum. Then she sucked him hard again. She was on her 
back and he pushed her feet over and up to her head. 
Then he switched back and forth to ream her ass and her 
pussy until he came in her pussy. I got some very good 
pictures. Then I went back to work.

*****

That evening, I came home my normal hour and she had 
dinner on the table. I went into our bedroom to change 
and it was all nice and neat. There was a faint odor of 
an air freshener in the air. It seemed very normal. 

While we are dinner I said, "The dinner is delicious. 
What are your plans for the week?"

She laughed. "My plans? Same old, same old I suppose. 
Wednesday night is girl's night out and I work until 
Saturday at three. Would you like go somewhere this 
weekend, perhaps?"

*****

Wednesday morning I put my car in the shop for a full 
check up. I didn't really need it, but I wanted an 
excuse to use the loaner car. After dinner, Flo got 
dressed up in an electric pink v-neck halter with u-ring 
detail top, draping midriff and tie back. She wore it 
with a matching gathered mini skirt; she completed her 
outfit with stretchy nylon pink lace top sheer thigh 
high stockings with an attached pink lace garter belt 
and bow details and pink satin slipper lined with black 
ruffle trim, topped with a velvet bow in the front, and 
a slim 4 inch heel.

I whistled and said, "Wow, is that a new outfit?"

"Yes, it is. Do you like? I bought it at lunch time with 
Ginnie. She and I are alone tonight and she wants to 
show me this night club that has a new act. Do you want 
to come?"

"No, I have some work to do for a meeting tomorrow."

She smiled. I think in relief. "Well, I'll try not to 
get home too late."

"Have a nice time, dear."

A car beeped in the driveway.

Flo said, "There's Ginnie now. Don't work too hard, 
Honey."

She left and I waited a minute, then I took my best 
camera for night pictures and hurried to the car and 
followed them as surreptitiously as I could. They drove 
nearly out of our suburb, but not quite to the city and 
pulled into an ordinary looking tavern. Again I waited a 
couple of minutes then went inside. 

Inside, I saw a long bar, a platform in one corner and a 
number of tables and chairs. It was dark inside, typical 
of an American night club. I saw Flo and Ginnie sitting 
at a table near the platform. I took a table in the 
darkened back. It seemed innocuous at first. A couple of 
dancers got up on the stage and did a half-assed partial 
strip. They wiggled their hips and slunk off the 
platform. 

More pairs of gals got up. Some were good looking, 
others were so-so. Then there was a recorded fanfare. 
Some guy got up on the stage and said, "Heidi and Bambi 
are here tonight. As usual, they will take on all 
comers. Give a big hand for Heidi and Bambi. He began to 
slap his hands together then helped Flo and Ginnie step 
up on the platform.

Music filled the club as the two girls did a sinuous 
bump and grind with each other. After a minute of 
catcalls to take it off, they began to strip each other. 
First off came their tops, then their little skirts 
followed. Neither wore a bra or panties. They began to 
shake their tits at the guys gathered around the 
platform. I had to stand on my chair to take my 
pictures. I wasn't the only guy there with a camera.

They began to point their fingers at one guy or another 
to beckon them on the platform. When they each had 
around four guys around them, they went to their knees, 
grabbed a cock in each hand and took one in their mouth. 
They sucked one then sucked on another. 

At a signal I didn't see, the two women went down on 
their knees and hands. They were sucking cock while 
another guy banged either their pussy or their ass. When 
one man came, he was replaced by another one.

They went through about a half dozen at each end. They 
called for something to drink. There was a rush to the 
bar by guys to buy drinks for the two women. The drinks 
were lined up at the edge of the stage. I watched in 
amazement and they each downed three drinks each. With 
their thirst quenched, they each selected two new men 
and had each pair lay down on the stage head to toe. 
They tugged the pair into the desired positions.

The men were holding their hard cocks straight up as the 
two women stepped over them. They carefully got lined up 
and squatted down with one cock in their pussy and one 
in their ass. I kept snapping pictures, hoping I didn't 
run out of memory. I saw enough when they finished and 
grabbed two more men each. I paid my tab and went home.

*****

The next morning, I went to an appointment with my 
lawyer. I put the one of the SD disks in his computer 
and ran the pictures, then put in the other disk. He 
looked at me and asked, "Why are you showing me porn 
pictures?"

"Because that redheaded bitch is my wife and this is 
what she does behind my back, at least, what I know 
about. I suspect she is doing more. I think I have 
grounds for a divorce."

"Yes, I agree that you do. But I wish there was more 
than just these two events. Do you suspect these are not 
isolated events?"

"Yes. Those two men at my house work where she does. 
They are managers at the plant."

"Can you get in the plant and observe her."

"No, I would be recognized."

"If you have a couple thousand dollars, I have a PI who 
will get in there and will be able to take pictures. Are 
you interested?"

"Absolutely, get him."

"Okay, what do you want out of the divorce?"

"Besides the divorce, I want nothing. I want the house 
sold and whatever we get, we split fifty-fifty. Donate 
whatever furniture I don't want to charity. I pay her 
not a cent in alimony or anything else. I am not 
responsible for her debts. I want to cancel her charge 
cards. I intend to close our bank accounts. She 
obviously has her own unique way to make money."

*****

That is what led me rent the small apartment near where 
I work in the city. The detective learned that she was 
fucked by most of the workers at the plant at one time 
or another with special fuck parties on Saturday 
afternoons after closing at noon. I don't know where she 
lives now, maybe with Ginnie. The truth is that I could 
care less.

For the next few months I went to work and then went 
home. I didn't go anywhere else. Then my sense of 
loneliness grew and chased me out of my apartment. At 
first I went to the movies, wandered through some 
museums and art galleries. Then I began to hit some 
night clubs. 

It was at one of the clubs that I first saw this 
beautiful girl. She stood about five and half feet tall 
and was what I considered rather petite. She had deep 
set liquid brown eyes and full lips in an oval shaped 
face. Her brown hair hung thin and loose to fall below 
her shoulders. 

She wore a red stretch lace chemise with gathered bust 
and a circle skirt, with jaguar lace pantyhose and peep 
toe ankle strap sandals. I admired her small, firm and 
high bust, and lovely smooth legs. 

I wandered over to her table and asked, "Hi, do you mind 
if I join you." 

She flashed a shy smile and answered in a soft husky 
voice, "Not at all, please do."

"My name is Eliot. May I get you a fresh drink? What 
would you like?"

"Thank you, my name is Patricia. But I go by Trish. I've 
a grapefruit Mimosa."

 I signaled for a waitress to order her drink and a 
vodka martini for myself. We chatted while we each had 
three drinks before I asked her to have dinner with me 
and she agreed. I learned that she was twenty (Looking 
at her I would have accepted any age from sixteen to 
twenty-six) and worked as a medical transcriptionist in 
an office near where she lives.

We had a pleasant dinner. By the time we finished our 
dessert and coffee I felt very comfortable with Trish. 
We left and I flagged down a cab and took her to her 
apartment. We stood outside looking into each other's 
eyes. I bent down and kissed her. She wrapped her arms 
around me and our kiss deepened. When we broke the kiss, 
she said, "Would you like to come upstairs for a glass 
of wine?"

I kissed her again and said, "That's a lovely idea."

My boldness and acceptance of her invitation, I could 
only attribute to my loneliness since separating from 
Flo. I never picked up a girl at a bar before. I'm not 
certain I understood why I followed her into her 
apartment. Oh, okay, I was horny and she is attractive. 
I assume almost any single and not a few married guys, 
would happily look forward to what she offered me.

*****

I studied her apartment. It was larger than mine. She 
decorated it for comfort. I glanced at the kitchen. It 
seemed ordinary enough with room for a small table and 
two chairs. The living room included an area for dining 
with an inexpensive faux oak table and four chairs plus 
a small china closet. 

The living area consisted of a couch and two easy chairs 
surrounding the coffee table. She had a nice size TV 
perched atop an open cabinet that held her stereo set. A 
couple of Monet prints decorated the walls. Pale blue 
drapes covered the windows.

A short hall way apparently led to a bathroom to one 
side and a bedroom at the end. Both had doors that were 
closed. I sat on the couch and watched as she went into 
her kitchen and returned with two glasses of rose wine. 
She put them on her coffee table and said, "Why don't 
you take off your jacket and tie? I'm going inside to 
change into something more comfortable, if you don't 
mind."

"Not a problem." I stood up gave her a kiss before she 
left and I took off my jacket and tie and hung them over 
one of her chairs. I stood and waited with anticipation 
by the couch for Trish to return. When she returned, I 
was breathless for a moment. She wore a red satin robe 
with a tie. The robe came to just above mid thigh.

She came to me, stood on her toes and used a hand behind 
my head to pull me down so she could kiss me. She was 
very kissable and a very adept kisser. We broke the kiss 
and moved to sit next to each other on the couch. She 
handed me my wine glass and picked up hers. We tapped 
glasses and took a sip. We laughed at our nervousness 
with each other while I wondered how to act and how she 
might react to any move I might make. I was not up to 
date on dating or seduction. 

I gazed at her and said, "You have a nice apartment and 
you've done a nice job in decorating it. You have a 
talent for it. It makes my little apartment look so 
lifeless."

She huskily giggled and said, "Maybe I can come over 
this weekend and help you decorate it."

Trish's voice and laugh is so sensuous and she looked so 
ready for me to make a move. I put my arm around her and 
she quickly snuggled up to me. I bent my head to kiss 
her again. We kissed like we just discovered how. 

She was so very passionate and I became very turned on. 
I slid my tongue along her lower lip. Her lips parted 
for my tongue to enter her warm mouth. Our tongues did a 
dance until I captured hers and sucked it into my mouth.

I loosened the belt on her robe so I could slide my hand 
inside to caress her small breasts with their puffy 
areolas and nipples. Her softness felt like a fragile 
doll. I felt gratified to realize that I now had a nice 
hard on. 

I bent further down to kiss her breasts and lick her 
nipples. Both were small. I could take a whole breast in 
my mouth. She sighed as I did each in turn then she 
squeezed me in a hug. I took only a nipple in my mouth 
and sucked it until it became as hard as my cock.

She pushed off me to slide down to kneel on the floor 
between my legs and pushed them further open. She loosed 
my belt, opened the button and pulled down the zipper 
then took out my cock and kissed the tip, I feared I'd 
come right away, but held back. She gave me the best 
head I ever had, certainly superior to whatever Flo gave 
me the two times she acquiesced. 

She crawled back up to rejoin me on the couch and sat in 
my lap. I wanted to fuck her so bad. I caressed her 
thighs and slowly circled my way to the top of her legs. 
I almost tossed her over the coffee table as I stood up. 
Trish has a cock.

I bounced back in shock. She smiled and said, "I guess I 
should have mentioned that I'm a transgender woman. Does 
that mean you don't like me anymore?"

I thought for a few moments. She stood up and said, 
"Perhaps I should make some coffee."

She let the robe fall off her shoulders and I watched 
her cute little ass wiggle its way to the kitchen. In my 
mind I felt she was still beautiful, totally feminine 
and was obviously quite affectionate. I was torn by a 
mixture of ignorance and curiosity. What can Trish offer 
me? What can I offer her? Or is it him? I knew nothing 
about how or why she went around as a woman; however, 
she had those cute tiny tits. What did that mean? 

"Perhaps a talk over coffee would clear things up."

 I followed her into the kitchen and sat at the small 
table. She brought over the coffee cups. "Do you take 
sugar or milk?" I shook my head and took a sip of the 
hot liquid. "I guess you have some questions. Let me try 
to answer them. Am I a girl or a boy, right?"

I could only nod in my confused state of mind.

She weakly smiled and said, "I was born with a penis but 
I think I always believed it was a mistake. I'm a girl. 
I love being a girl. I enjoy wearing dresses and 
lingerie. As far as I'm concerned, I'm a girl and have 
long identified myself as one. Okay?"

"Uh huh." Not brilliant reply, but I didn't know what to 
say.

"I can remember how I preferred to wear my sister's 
underpants when I was four, maybe sooner. We're twins, 
identical twins at that. We look very much alike. I 
started to wear her dresses when I was six or seven. It 
created problems with other kids and the school. My 
folks enrolled me in a private school as a girl when I 
was eight and in the third grade. My sister went to our 
old school. I only wore girl's panties, under shirts, 
dresses or skirts and blouses. I let my hair grow out 
but it isn't very thick, which I hate."

"Um, err, what about, you know, sex?"

"Oh, I enjoy sex. Hugging, kissing and caressing. I like 
to suck cock and like to have my cock sucked. I can fuck 
like a guy, but I love to be fucked in my male pussy."

She stood up and turned around to show me her asshole. 
Then she said, "Strangely lots of guys like anal 
intercourse, but not receive it. I like both, but prefer 
to receive."

I slowly sipped the coffee in lieu of conversing with 
Trish. We sat quietly while I tried to absorb all she 
had said and tried to ignore her small penis that 
flopped around as she walked. It was disconcerting but 
then I came to a decision. I had nothing to lose. I 
enjoyed her company, I enjoyed her kisses. She was easy 
on the eyes. Question was could I get over her male 
genitalia. 

We returned to the sofa and she sat waiting for me to 
say or do something. I leaned over to kiss her lips and 
kiss her breasts. Then looked into her sad eyes and 
said, "You will have to help me get used to the idea. I 
like you a lot and I like your feminist sense. Shall we 
give a try?"

In answer she pounced on me and smothered my face in 
kisses before she got up and led me into her bedroom 
where she carefully undressed me. She hugged me and 
whispered, "I want you to fuck me, but I want it to be a 
loving fuck."

I still couldn't find words, so I smiled and nodded. She 
nodded back and said, "This is what we do. When you are 
ready, you must rub some lubrication on my anus then 
squirt some lube into my ass. If you're up to it, you 
should use a finger to rub the lube around inside. You 
probably should wear a condom. It makes it a little less 
messy but it's mainly to prevent any STD transfer. I'm 
clean and I bet you are also, but let's not take any 
chances tonight. Okay?"

In answer, I picked her up in my arms and kissed her. I 
laid her on the bed and got in next to her. We hugged, 
kissed and caressed each other. She stroked my cock and 
whispered, "You can stroke my cock too if you like. I 
enjoy the feeling.

Eventually I trailed a hand over her groin and took her 
cock in hand and stroked it. It got hard. That kind of 
surprised me. I chuckled and said, "God, I have so much 
to learn."

Finally she rolled on her stomach and pulled her knees 
up. Now her ass was in the air. She reached to grab a 
tube of lube and handed it to me. I got behind her and 
squeezed a dab on her rosette and rubbed it around 
inside. I squirted a dollop inside. I checked my nails 
and they were cut short still. A strange thought ran 
through my head – if she and I were to become an item, I 
should get regular nail treatments.

I massaged the lube inside the ridge of her muscles and 
then prepared myself mentally to fuck Trish. I knelt 
behind her and guided my cock to her anus and gently 
pushed inside a tiny bit. Trish sighed. I slowly pushed 
inside until I had about an inch in her. I drew back and 
slowly pushed in deeper with each thrust. She was 
pushing back to my thrusts and added an occasional 
wiggle. 

I was hardly cognizant that I was completely inside her 
when my balls slapped the base of her cock. I began a 
gentle sawing in and out. She would push back when I 
pushed in. We soon developed a mutually comfortable 
rhythm. Trish was chanting. "Unh, unh, that's nice. Unh, 
unh, go faster."

Now I was used to timing my orgasm with Flo's. But I had 
no idea if Trish would have an orgasm. I knew nothing. I 
only knew that I'd have one. When I felt my balls get 
ready, I said, "I'm going to come." I think I heard 
Trish, "Yes, me too."

I felt the rush up my shaft and groaned out my first 
ejaculation. Trish cried out something. I kept spurting 
into her ass. Well into the condom. When I was done, I 
slipped out of her ass. I took off the condom. I was 
about to tie the open end in a knot when Trish took it 
from me and sucked it out. She looked me with a shy 
smile and said, "I didn't want to waste it. By the way, 
I like the way you taste."

I went back in the kitchen and found the wine and 
glasses then returned. I handed her a glass and poured 
her some wine then filled my glass. We tapped glasses 
and I drank mine down. When the glass was empty, I said, 
"I think it's time for me to go home. I have to go to 
work in the morning. Can we do this again some time?"

She looked at me like she had to weigh her answer, then 
she came over to me stood on the bed and kissed me. 
"Thank you. Eliot. You have no idea how good you just 
made me feel. Can we get together after work on Friday?"

"You bet. Now help me find my clothes."

*****

I picked her up at her place Friday night and we drove 
out of the city into the mountains to a resort where I 
had reservations for the weekend. She was absolutely 
charmed. We enjoyed the weekend together. I got a 
blowjob each morning and we fucked each night. By 
Saturday night I stroked her to an ejaculation which 
seemed to excite her more than I would have believed. 

We dated regularly after our weekend. Dated hell, we 
either went to her apartment or to mine. Over the next 
couple of weekends I had a few clothes at her place and 
she had a few at mind. Sometimes I cooked us a meal and 
she returned the favor. Half the time we ate out.

Each and every night, at my place or hers, and after we 
cleaned and put away the dinner dishes, she would ask if 
I would like her to fuck me and I would always simply 
say, "Sorry darling, I'm not ready for that." 

She never pouted or tried to convince me in any way. In 
truth she was as loving as I could possibly want. We had 
a real and very mutually satisfying, loving 
relationship. I hadn't been so happy in years. We spent 
every weekend together, sometime at my place, sometimes 
in hers. At least once a month we went away, including 
once, a long weekend stay in Paris.

After six months, Trish insisted I move into her 
apartment. She said that it made sense because we liked 
the same foods, the same music, and the same exercises 
and watched the same sports. We liked little clubs with 
dance floors, movies and plays. It was a perfect match. 
She was right, we were a good match. I gave notice at my 
apartment and moved to hers at the end of the next 
month.

In celebration, I gave in and let her fuck my ass. To my 
surprise it wasn't as horrible as I thought. Trish is a 
very considerate lover. When she was done, she massaged 
my prostate and my cock at the same time. I had a 
fantastic orgasm and she lapped up my ejaculate before 
we kissed.

The following weekend for the first time we did a sixty-
nine and mutually sucked each other's cock. After a 
short pause, she got me hard again so I could fuck her.

*****

Trish remained the most beautiful, feminine women I 
knew. On so many occasions her eyes smiled softly to me 
and those supple, full lips quietly begged to be 
breached and sullied. Sometimes she willfully spread 
open her thighs to invite me to take her in any way I 
desired.

Many an evening I would feel those lush lips wrap around 
my quickly rigid thickness and she would take all of me 
in one swallow. Each time I would suddenly desire to 
press her knees to her ears, and drive my cock deep into 
her taut back opening to ride her until I exploded in 
spasms and cries of happiness. 

Shortly after our first year of living together, we were 
joined by a full time guest. Trish's cousin, Rosamund, 
joined our household. She looked enough like Trish and 
was similarly equipped like her that people thought they 
were twins. She worked as an on call house maid and wore 
a French Maid's uniform at her work locations. 

Rosamund had three different uniforms. My favorite 
consisted of a short skirted dress with lace ruffle trim 
and a fluffy lacy crinoline underneath. The top had a 
front lace up design. It came with a headpiece, an 
attached apron and adjustable straps. She had black 
thigh high stay ups topped with white bows and wore 
three or four inch black pumps.

She lived with us for six months and kept our apartment 
spotless. Most of her assignments were for parties in 
private homes, although she did pick up one steady twice 
a week job to actually clean house. I suspected that she 
provided more personal services.

She was a fun person to have around and we had numerous 
three-some evenings when she had no assignment. With her 
as part of the household, I was able to experience 
sucking and fucking daisy chains for the first time. 

However, it lost its allure and became boring after a 
while for all of us. It had insufficient emotional 
satisfaction unlike those I enjoyed with Trish. Rosamund 
finally moved on, although she would often visit with us 
on some holidays.

*****

The strangest thing that happened to us occurred on a 
Saturday night at a party to which we were invited. It 
was held in a large room at an expensive private home. 
There must have been at least three dozen people 
attending the party. 

We were surprised to see that Rosamund showed up as one 
of three serving maids; all wore French Maid costumes. 
They served champagne, wine and cider plus a variety of 
canapés and other finger foods.

There was a fairly large circular bed in the middle of 
the room. Scattered all around the bed were sofas, love 
seats and divans. People constantly wandered about the 
room, some sat on the bed as if to check it out. 

Then the host came into the room and suggested everyone 
take their seats. Trish and I had staked out a love seat 
near the exit. I think we both were afraid that we might 
be called on to perform. Neither of us were 
exhibitionists.

When everyone was settled, the host escorted a woman 
dressed in a minuscule purple and black stretch mesh 
chemise with adjustable neck tie closure, black lace 
trim hem and peek-a-boo open back detail with bow 
accent. Her only other apparel was a pair of black 
fishnet thigh highs with lace top stay ups. 

She was introduced as Marsha. He led her to the bed, 
where she crawled to the middle while displaying her 
naked ass and her camel toe pussy. When she reached the 
center she knelt and looked around with a vacant smile.

The host made an announcement. "Marsha likes to be 
fucked in any way by simultaneous multiple partners and 
she was very good in oral stimulation of both sexes. You 
are welcome to join Marsha on bed and engage her in a 
sexual manner."

I was studying Marsha because there was something 
familiar about her. Then it hit me like I my face was 
slapped. Marsha is my ex-wife, Flo.

I chortled and Trish looked at me in askance. I didn't 
explain my laugh to Trish at the time, because just 
then, the first pair of sex crazed men clambered onto 
the bed and began to demand attention from Marsha, who 
had by now removed her chemise, which took very little 
effort. 

I watched as she was double penetrated and positioned to 
suck off a third person. It did nothing for me since 
I've already seen the videos that the detective made 
that shown her doing such when she was my wife. Trish 
and I taciturnly watched as the first men finished with 
Marsha and another group took their place. Already her 
face and breasts were cum covered. 

Trish had a firm grip of my hand and she tightened it as 
time went on to indicate her lack of comfort. I felt the 
same. I leaned in to whisper, "This is quite boring and 
stupid; shall we leave?"

She was only able to nod her agreement. I helped her up 
and we silently made our way out. The host waited by the 
door and came out with us. He shook my hand and asked, 
"Not your cup of tea I assume?"

I nodded and said, "Not even close."

I was tempted to tell him that I knew Marsha, but 
thought better of it. I got our coats and ran into 
Rosamund. We each just gave her a quick kiss and 
suggested she was due to visit us. 

She rushed off to get more drinks. Trish and I left. A 
valet brought our car around. We went straight home. In 
the car, I said, "By the way, that Marsha used to be my 
wife Florence."

She covered her mouth with one hand and said, "Omigawd. 
Was she like that then?"

I snorted and said, "She was, but I didn't know it. She 
was a real slut. When I found out, I divorced her. I 
can't wait to get home and be alone with you. Darling, I 
love you so much."

"I love you very much also, my dearest."

When we got home, we went straight to bed and made love. 
I fucked her to a mutual orgasm. Later she fucked me. By 
this time, it was a normal part of our love making 
intermixed with a lot of kisses and caresses. 

For me, at least, this night it was also a cleansing 
experience. We slept in each other's arms that night, my 
girl, Trish and me. Not just that night but I hope for 
the rest of our lives. You just never will know who you 
might fall in love with.

THE END

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