Chapter 7

David’s phone rang shortly after Alycen left, and sure enough, it was his brother, Dan.

“You’ll never guess who came to my door and asked for you, bro,” Dan laughed even now.

“Let me guess ... Alycen?” David cracked up at even the thought that his estranged wife, soon to be his ex, would come looking for him.

“Nailed it on the first try! Yep, I sent that stupid, lying, filthy hypocrite of a bitch packing, too! If she wants to find you, she’ll need to get a private eye like all other spouses. I doubt that she could afford one, but with your alimony, who knows? Incidentally, are you moving out or just crashing at Sasha’s place still with her and Trudy?

“I gotta tell ya, that’s still freaking weird, you sleeping with the very divorce court judge who shafted you along with your new fiancee in a menage a trois romance. That’s so not you! Not the David Leland that I recall growing up. The faithful boyfriend. The one-woman man. The jealous hubby who left Alycen over her adultery. The churchgoing Christian for a while there. The old-fashioned Southern gentleman, the respectable brother,” Dan chuckled at that bit of jarring news.

“True, but I’m kinda tired of being the nice guy that always finishes last. And Christianity? I lost my faith in that happy horseshit when none of my prayers were answered and my unfaithful wife and her lawyer handed me my ass in court. Talk about your fucking cliches, right? Anyway, I’m not harming anyone and neither are you. Alycen, on the other hand, she’s just a royal fucking cunt!” David grimaced at the thought of his ex.

“Then shouldn’t you have gotten half a kingdom in the divorce?” Dan joked now, making David laugh a bit.

“Thanks. I needed that laugh, bro! Anyway, yeah, I’m staying with Sasha and Trudy now. We live together as a ‘throuple’ ... that is perhaps the best term for it. In any case, we decided to invite you to our place soon and I would naturally like you to be my best man in my wedding to Sasha. It’s a Jewish wedding, just so you know. What the rabbi doesn’t know won’t hurt him, but being left out of Sasha’s first ever nuptials would. Trudy’s maid of honor, of course, or is that matron of honor?

“It will have to be a while. Sasha’s still mourning Ira, her father. At least she’s not an Orthodox or Conservative Jew. The mourning period would be a bit longer or more intense. Reform Jews have it a lot easier,” David invited his brother twice over.

“Yes to both, of course. You’re my kid brother! I’ll proudly stand up with you, especially since this girl seems a lot sweeter and more honest than your ex. She couldn’t be worse, especially if she’ll share you with another woman! That’s a pretty nice deal. Maybe, for once, the nice guy doesn’t finish last, eh, bro? Anyway, congratulations, bro! I’m still wary of marriage myself, but you traded up ... seriously!” Dan told his brother.

“Thanks, big bro. You know, you always looked out for me. Always. You’re a stand-up guy. You’ve always had my back. That’s why I wanted you for my best man last time ... and this one! If you ever take the plunge yourself, you know where to look for your best man, too!” David beamed now as he thought of all of the times that his elder brother, the local hermit, writer, and pot farmer, came through for him.

David knew that he owed Dan ... big time. And someday, sooner or later, that karmic debt would come due. He just knew it. When it did, David would pay up without an iota of regret or resentment. He had the best big brother in the world. Even their Bible-thumping half-sister, Marlena, would have to agree with that, whatever her differences with them. David hoped that someday, the baby of the family would grow up a bit and come to her senses. It was her, not Dan, that was immature, whatever she thought.

“Hey, baby, who called?” Sasha asked as Trudy and she came back in from shopping.

“My brother, Dan. He accepted both invitations, thank God!” David grinned.

“Oh, goody, goody, but we still have time for Trudy and me to pussy swap you, right?” Sasha pouted due to her real passion for him.

“Yeah, I love that! Going back and forth from your mouth to your cock and back and forth ... wow!” Trudy confessed her fondness for that slightly kinky sex game that the triad enjoyed so much.

“Sure, but let’s put the stuff away ... and then meet me on the sofa this time. And I want Trudy on my face first this time. Sasha, you get to ride the pole. No excuses! Trudy needs to fully embrace the idea that her twat is every bit as juicy as yours, whatever your ages!” David insisted.

“Okay, but I get to freshen it up first, right before that, just to be safe!” Trudy announced.

“Works for me, honey. Same with you, dear!” David pulled both women in for deep and steamy French kisses that they then exchanged with each other.

“Aren’t we the luckiest bitches in the world, sweetie?” Trudy snickered.

“Damn right, we are, babe! Damn right, we are!” Sasha got the last word as they put the groceries away at their new home.

Trudy’s first pension check really came at a good time, and it was a rather nice, fat one at that.