Chapter 1

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.