Chapter 2

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.