This is fiction intended for legal adults readers. If it is not legal, DO
NOT read. This is a copyrighted work. Reposting or any other use strictly
prohibited without the express, written permission of the copyright holder,
except may be posted as part of a review or posted to my pre- approved
archives.
Copyright 2000, 2002 by E. Z. Riter
E-mail address: ezriter@hotmail.com
Please! Give me your comments!
The works of E.Z. Riter are archived at www.storiesonline.net and at
www.asstr.org (ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/E.Z.Riter)
The works of E.Z Riter writing as Ezra Zane are archived at
www.ruthiesclub.com which is a fully illustrated pay website.
Dear Reader, I wish to thank Ruthie and Gail for the editing and
assistance. Enjoy! E.Z.
V DAY
Barbara and I planned a Valentine's Day outing with Veronica and Charlie
Malloy. We bought a package offered by a major hotel that included a
suite, which had a living room between two bedrooms, dining and dancing at
their roof top club, and flowers, chocolates and champagne as romantic
accouterments.
Barbara and I'd been for two years. Barbara was dynamic and
smart, eager to make a success of her career, marriage, and life.
Charlie and Veronica were different. We tolerated Charlie only because
he was Veronica's husband. Barbara called him "an insufferable ass, a
stereotypical overbearing insensitive male shit." That summed him up
nicely. We both liked Veronica, who was a sweet and loving woman. She was
the best friend Barbara ever had.
Charlie, a salesman, was often out at night. Those evenings Veronica
spent with us, joining us for dinner and staying until bed time. With each
evening Veronica spent at our home, the three of us drew closer.
Sometimes I'd wonder what it'd be like to have them both. Don't get me
wrong. I loved Barbara and would never leave her, but having an affair
with Veronica, with Barbara's participation and approval, was my favorite
fantasy.
Despite my fantasy, I wasn't ready for the bombshell Barbara dropped on
me. We were in bed a week before the big Valentine's outing. She
straddled me and her eyes were bright and eager.
"I'm going to give you a very special Valentine's Day present," she
said, looking down at me.
"What's that?"
"Veronica. I want you two to become lovers."
"What?" I gasped.
"You heard me. I want you two to be lovers."
"What are you saying? It doesn't make sense."
"Sure it does."
"Is something wrong in our marriage, Barbara?"
"No!" she said. She gave me a dirty look as she swatted me on the
chest. "How could you even ask? I love you more than ever. This is
something totally different. I want you to have Veronica and I want her to
have you, but I want you, too. There are polyrelations, you know,
relationships with more than two people."
"Let me up," I said, pushing against her.
"No. We need to talk," she replied. She tried to force me down, but I
flipped her off me. We sat on the bed facing each other.
"Who is he?"
"Who?"
"The guy you're fucking."
"How dare you accuse me of that! I don't have a lover!"
"Then you've found him but haven't fucked him yet." She slapped me.
"Slap me again and I'll redden your ass. I want to know what the hell's
going on."
"Try reading my lips, you big dumb square head. I love you. I don't
have anyone else. I don't want anyone else."
"Then it doesn't make any sense."
"Why not? I don't want another man, but Veronica does. She wants you."
"I'm your husband."
"You'll still be my husband." She crawled in my lap, her legs around my
waist, arms around my neck. There was a sexy twinkle in her eye. "Come
on. Be honest with me. If you knew without a doubt I didn't want someone
else - which I don't - and if you knew I was being sincere when I said I
wanted Veronica to be your lover - which I am . . . "
"I'd have my head examined because I'd be nuts," I said.
"I'll admit it isn't a scene out of a 'It's a Wonderful Life', but it
might be a scene out of a wonderful life for the three of us."
"Have you thought about it? Have you pictured me coming home for dinner
and kissing you both like I kiss you? Have you visualized lying on the bed
watching me fuck her? Or waking up on one side of me with her on the
other?" I said.
"Yes and it's what I want. She won't be here all the time, but she'll
spend a lot of time with us, maybe more than she does now."
"She's to Charlie. What about that?"
"They're both fashioned Catholics. He'd never ask for a divorce.
She'd never agree to it if he did. She's stuck in that loveless marriage.
She deserves love, Karl."
"But with us? In our bed? Look, Barbara, let me be completely honest.
I've fantasized the scenario you've drawn, the three of us in bed together,
but it's a fantasy. In reality, I'm afraid of what it'll do to our
marriage."
"It'll make it stronger. Why don't you think about it and we can talk
more tomorrow." She kissed me, then said petulantly, "Are you too upset to
make love?"
Her hips started slowly moving, stroking my cock with her pubis. She
drew her knees up beside her breasts. I lifted her to slip my cock in her
pussy. We sat that way, trying not to move, kissing and stroking each
other, until I couldn't stand any more and laid her back. With only a few
strokes, she orgasmed, her sweat, slick and sweet, oozing out and heat
radiating from her.
"My man, my husband, fucking me, making me so good," she murmured in
my ear. She orgasmed again when I did.
It was magnificent as it always is with Barbara, but that night I
dreamed of a threesome.
In the morning, she said, "Veronica's coming over for dinner tonight. I
don't want to discuss her being with you."
"Have you two talked about it?" I asked.
"Of course. We've been talking about it for months. Since Veronica
finally admitted she wants an affair with you, she can't talk about
anything else."
"Then why can't we all talk about it?"
"I think it's best if the tension builds until Valentine's Day."
My tension was high enough, but I agreed to wait to discuss it. When I
got home that night, Barbara and Veronica were in the kitchen talking and
cooking.
"Hi, honey," Barbara said in sweet and loving tones.
"Hi, honey," Veronica said, mimicking Barbara, but her tone was sincere,
too.
I kissed Barbara hard, a demanding kiss, bending her backward with one
hand playing with her ass. From the corner of my eye, I saw Veronica
watching with desire written all over her. When I stopped, Veronica took a
step toward us.
I kissed her as I had Barbara. Like Barbara, I felt her respond then go
limp in my arms. I wanted to see Barbara's reaction as much as I wanted to
kiss Veronica. If Barbara objected, it didn't show. She had an erotic,
happy smile. At dinner, they both acted like they'd enjoy a wild fucking
on the table. I knew I would.
We jumped into bed after Veronica left, but when I reached for Barbara,
she stopped me.
"Let's talk first. You kissed her tonight like you kiss me. Why?"
"To see your reaction."
"And that's all?" she teased.
"Yes. I still don't believe you want to bring Veronica into our
marriage."
"Believe it. I'm not playing games with you. I liked seeing you kiss
Veronica and you did kiss her, lover boy. I'll bet she was wet."
She rubbed her against my leg as her nails teased down my chest.
"How did you feel about it?"
I didn't answer.
"No games. No tricks. No other waiting in the wings. I want her
to be your lover. You want it, too. Don't be afraid to admit it."
My cock hardened at the prospects a fantasy would become a reality.
Barbara felt my reaction. Grinning like a she-devil, she slipped my cock
up to ride against her pubic bone.
"You do like the idea, don't you?" she said, her tone sultry. "Sweet
Veronica squirming for you. Her hot, soft body under you." Barbara rubbed
her back and forth on my chest. "I know you love my breasts, but
think about hers. They're so different, so full, like soft melons. Think
of those big against your chest. They're so big you can titty fuck
her. Wouldn't you love to feel them around your cock?"
"Please, Barbara."
"Let go, Karl. Let your inhibitions go. Say it," she whispered.
"Stop. You're driving me insane!"
"She told me she wants your cock in her mouth. She wants to your cum. She'll do anything for you. All she wants is for you to love
her. You want that, too. Say it, Karl. Say it."
"Please," I moaned.
Barbara slipped down my body. Her tiny hands curled around my wrists,
holding my arms by my side as she engulfed my cock. I whimpered and my
cock throbbed.
"I want you to have her. She wants you. Do you want her? Do you? Say
it!"
"I want her!"
"Say you want to fuck her. Say it!"
'I want to fuck Veronica."
"Yes, Karl. You want to fuck her until she can't walk."
"Yes."
"Until she can't do anything but follow you around begging to be fucked
again."
"Yes."
"Pretend I'm Veronica. Roll me over and fuck me while you pretend I'm
her." Barbara did a perfect imitation of Veronica when she said, "Please,
Karl do me with that of yours."
Like a madman, I lifted Barbara in the air and slammed her on her back.
Greedily, she held my cock at her opening and lifted her hips burying me in
her. She jammed her feet on the mattress and dug her nails into my ass.
She tightened her pussy.
"Let it go," she whispered.
I exploded and my own scream echoed in my ears. Barbara cooed to me and
stroked my sweating back. When we lay together cooled from the passion,
she kissed me tenderly.
"That wasn't so difficult, was it? You admitted you wanted to fuck
her."
"Yes. Yes, I do want to fuck her, but I don't love her."
"You might. I think you care for her much more than you realize. If
it's not love now, it'll grow into it."
"And that's all right?" I asked.
"Yes. I know you love me more."
"I want to ask this question again because I don't think I heard the
answer. Is it all right for me to love and have sex with Veronica?"
"Yes," Barbara said.
"Do you love her?"
"I love her like a sister."
"Is that all? Or do you want her?"
"I don't have a sexual interest in her," Barbara replied. "Veronica's
really straight. If you bring it up, she'll freak out."
"We'll see because I'll bring it up."
She got that crooked little grin of hers. "I've never told you, but I
had sex with another woman. It wasn't bad." She laughed. "Tell you what
I'll do. If Veronica agrees to it, so will I."
She waited as I thought it all over. "Any other questions?" she asked.
"I don't know. This is mind blowing."
"Oh, come on, Karl. Be honest. You've fantasized about this."
"I've fantasized about the three of us, but that's not reality. It's
strange thinking of it that way. I know I like the idea of fucking
Veronica." I laughed. "And I like the idea of making a cuckold out of
Charlie."
"You haven't heard the best part yet. Did you know they're trying to
have children?" I shook my head. "That asshole Charlie knew it couldn't be
him. He made Veronica take the fertility tests."
"Holy shit! Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
"Yes, I am, baby. She told Charlie she was the problem and that the
treatments cured her. She plans to fuck you without protection and get
pregnant. Charlie will think they're his; his ego won't let him believe
anything else, but they won't be his. Veronica's children will be yours."
"Unbelievable. This really is becoming a man's fantasy. Say, what if I
want both of you pregnant at the same time?"
She laughed and tweaked my nipple. "I knew you'd like this. All right.
We'll let you get us both pregnant at the same time. If you're really nice
to us, we'll let you do it on the same night, but I want to wait until her
second pregnancy. I'm not ready right now. Oh, Karl, your cock's
bursting. Want to see two women waddling around with your child in their
bellies, stud?"
"Damn right, I do." I'd rolled her over. She'd locked her legs around
me, her heels on my ass.
"Think, Karl, you'll be between Veronica's legs ready to plow your cock
into her. Feeling it slip in her wetness . . . like this."
I slammed into her. She wrapped her arms tightly around me. "That's
it, lover. Fuck me. Fuck me hard and fast as you think about your fantasy
becoming real. You can fuck me anytime you want . . . and you can fuck
Veronica, too."
Veronica was at our house every day that week. I didn't touch her again
and I didn't touch Barbara in her presence. The sexual tension was as molasses and Barbara kept it that way.
When we'd slip into bed at night, she tease me. "Thinking about me or
Veronica?" "Want me to dye my hair? That way you could have two blondes."
"I wonder if she's a moaner or a squealer?" Barbara would laugh when I went
wild.
By Valentine's Day evening when we arrived at the hotel, the three of us
were remarkably calm, although maybe we were numb. Charlie started
drinking highballs as soon as we got there. He ignored Veronica and
started flirting with Barbara, who seethed, but encouraged him to drink the
place dry. I asked Barbara to dance after dinner was over.
"Why don't you dance with Veronica?" she said. "I'm going to sit here
and drink with Charlie." There was a twinkle in her eye.
I led Veronica to the dance floor as the band played a slow number. She
came easily into my arms.
Barbara was five nine and slim, her figure molded by diet and
exercise to produce a lean hard body. Veronica was about five four. She
was soft, plush, not fat, but significantly different, with an hourglass
figure, round above and below.
"You smell nice," I said.
"I was just thinking the same thing about you. You don't use cologne,
do you?"
"No. It's all me."
"Charlie bathes in cologne. I've told him I like a natural scent."
Barbara's an excellent dancer, but prefers the fast, hard numbers where
she can shake and shimmy. Veronica melded to me. When she felt my cock
growing against her belly, she rubbed against it and smiled in a most
sensual and delightful way. We were dancing when Barbara waved at me and
pointed to Charlie. He was three sheets to the wind.
We returned to our suite. Charlie staggered into the living room and
said, "I want a drink." Veronica poured eight ounces of bourbon in a glass,
then helped Charlie guzzle it down. We got him onto his bed where he
passed out for the night.
Their bedroom was deathly silent as the three of us realized the time
was here. Veronica looked unsure. Barbara hugged her and said, "Change
and come over to our bedroom. Don't make him wait. He wants you as much
as you want him."
In our bedroom, Barbara was frantic, quickly cleaning and arranging,
setting the scene for a seduction. She lit the candles, folded the bed
back just so, and turned on the radio to a soft station. I watched her as
I undressed.
"Wear your boxers and nothing else," she said sharply. "I want her to
see that great body of yours as soon as she walks into the room."
"Barbara, relax. Everything will be okay."
"She's an old-fashioned woman in many ways, Karl, and she's a one-man
woman. After you fuck her, you'll be her man."
"Why is this so important to you?"
"It's best for all of us," she said.
"Are you absolutely sure you want me to do this?" I asked.
She took my hands in hers and looked up at me. Fire and steel were in
her eyes.
"Yes. Very sure. I want you and Veronica to be lovers, not just for
tonight, but for a very long time. I want you to make her pregnant, not
once, but as many times as she'll allow."
"You've thought about all the consequences?"
"Yes, I have," she said firmly.
"This can't be undone. There'll be no going back. If, as you said,
I'll be her man, then she'll be my woman, just like you're my woman. I'll
treat her like I treat you. No favorites."
"I know that. That's the kind of you are. Don't worry, Karl. I
understand and it's what I want."
"Then relax and let me do it. I'm fairly good, you know. After all, I
corralled you."
She burst into laughter. "No, lover, I corralled you and I'm so glad I
did. You're perfect for me and I love you deeply." She kissed me like a
woman kisses a lover going off to battle, as if her passion is limitless
and her fear great.
Barbara answered Veronica's knock. Veronica was wearing a long nightgown, which was both demure and sensual. She looked radiant and ready
without a hint of hesitation.
Barbara hugged her. "Go make love to a who loves you," she said as
she gently pushed Veronica toward me. Barbara slipped out the door and
closed it behind her.
Veronica's face was serene with a glowing warmth. She took two quick,
small steps, stopping a foot away. She looked up into my face.
"I'm to Charlie and we'll never divorce. That's the way I was
raised to believe," she said. "But I'll never love him and he can't give
me children. I want love and children."
"I'll give them to you," I replied.
"I knew you would."
Her arms crossed across her breasts, each hand slipping a spaghetti
strap off her shoulders. Her arms opened, hands falling beside her with
her palms toward me. The gown caught on her breasts, her erect nipples
stopping its descent. I covered her with my hands and her eyes
widened as she pushed against my palms. The gown slipped away.
As we kissed, she whispered, "Please, Karl, don't make me wait any
longer."
Quickly we were on the bed. She opened her legs, pulled me between them
and guided me into her. She was neither a moaner nor a squealer. She was
a whisperer, gently nudging little sound bites of love in my ear.
"So good . . . Harder . . . Oh, I love it . . . Yes, baby, yes."
Mutterings of enjoyment. "That's it . . . Do me so good, oh, so good . .
. I'm going to . . . Oh, oh, oh!" Her spasming on my cock
hurried me toward my own reward.
Hands behind her knees, I spread her widely and pounded hard. Her face
was ecstasy. "Give me your seed," she whispered. I drove my cock deep and
stopped as my pump began, emptying me to fill her so her belly would grow.
Barbara peeked in and I read her expression. When I motioned to her,
Barbara shook her head, but after one glare from me, she slipped in and sat
on the bed by us.
I lay back, propped myself up on the stacked pillows and drew Veronica
next to me. Her head was on my arm, hand on my chest, and one leg over
mine. Barbara looked at me questioningly. "Get undressed, Barbara, and
join us," I said nonchalantly.
Barbara looked confused and a little embarrassed as she hurriedly
undressed. She tried to cover herself as she shyly slipped into bed. She
lay against me, mirroring Veronica on the other side. Veronica took
Barbara's hand, entwining their fingers.
"You're right. He's so good," Veronica said. "Thank you for letting me
love him, too."
"You're welcome," Barbara replied, but her voice was tight.
As I looked down at these women with me, I wondered why Barbara created
this threesome, for I saw in Barbara's face her own doubts and fears oozing
to the surface of her emotions. I doubted she realized the full
consequences of the actions she set in motion. I wondered if she'd be with
me in a year when the fruit of my coupling with Veronica cried lustily in
its crib.
I decided to push the issue. If this newly made group were to fall
apart, I wanted it to be now, not later. I wrapped my hand in Barbara's
long black hair, raising her face to look at me.
"I want to fuck Veronica again. Suck my cock to get it ready."
Silent resistance gave way to acceptance. She wrapped her fingers
around my soft cock and the head into her mouth, tasting her friend
and me on it. They watched each other as my cock, so recently emptied,
surged to readiness from Barbara's oral caresses.
"Roll over, Barbara," I said, patting the bed.
Barbara, who'd been so sure of her plan, hesitated and trembled. Her
eyes were wide. I positioned Veronica over her with Veronica facing
Barbara's feet.
"Barbara, hold her lips open and guide me between them. And, Barbara,
when I'm ready to cum, take me in your mouth."
I saw her apprehension as one hand daintily found Veronica's and
her other hand touched my cock. I so wished I could have seen Barbara's
face, but it disappeared beneath me as she put my cock head against
Veronica's pussy.
I did feel Barbara's presence. Her nails dug viciously into the tender
inside of my thigh and I sharply called her name. I heard her sob when
Veronica moaned from my initial penetration. Later, I felt Barbara's
touches on my legs, her stroking of my perineum, scraping my ass with her
fingernails.
When I was ready, I pulled out of Veronica. Barbara pulled me between
her lips. I couldn't see her face, only the white length of her arched
throat, her breasts, her body under Veronica. Veronica had collapsed on
her when I pulled out. Her rested against Barbara's and her
honey dew glistened there. Veronica was slowly stroking Barbara's leg.
Veronica groaned as she pushed up on all fours, and sat back on her
heels. She was looking down into Barbara's face.
"Kiss her," I said softly to Veronica. Slowly, she leaned over until
their lips met. Veronica's hand fell to Barbara's stomach, then slowly
slid to her to cup and squeeze before Veronica broke the kiss.
I helped Veronica slip into her gown and kissed her before sending her
to sleep next to her husband.
Barbara sat cross legged on the bed, watching champagne swirl in the
glass in her hand. I poured myself a glass and sat by her. I touched my
glass to hers.
"To us," I said lifting my glass.
She gave me a wry grin. "Who's us?"
"You and I, of course."
"No. There's three of us now. I'll drink to we three."
We drank the toast to the three of us. She emptied her glass and held
it out for me to pour another.
"Was it what you expected?" I asked.
She sighed. "No. You're always strong and demanding in bed, although
your demands surprised me. I expected her to be sweet and loving. She's
like that." Barbara gave a short laugh. "I certainly didn't expect her to
be so loving to me. You'll get to see us make love after all, Karl." She
took a sip of champagne, staring at me over the glass.
"And?" I said.
"I was surprised by me. I felt so possessive of you. I didn't know I'd
feel that deeply. Seeing you with her hurt. It a lot."
I kissed her. Her mouth was cool from the champagne.
"I'm glad to hear it. Sharing me with Veronica made me wonder if you
loved me at all. I hope it like hell."
"It did. It still hurts, but it'll go away in a few days." A solitary
tear slipped down her cheek. "I love you more than I realized, more than I
can say."
She grabbed my hand and her nails dug into my palm with a fierce
urgency. "We made a deal before we married. We agreed that either of us
could have an affair if the other one knew in advance and we talked about
it."
"I remember."
"I don't want that. I've been faithful and I always will be. I'll
never have an affair."
"That agreement was your idea. I've never had an affair until
Veronica."
"Veronica doesn't count. I suggested it." I didn't reply. "Karl,
please," she begged. I pulled her into my arms. "Don't make me say it."
"I thought you prided yourself on not being jealous."
"Oh, God, I was so jealous of Veronica . . . and so angry."
"At me?"
"No. At myself. I'm the one who set this up." She shook her head as if
trying to clear her mind. Her fist clenched. She said emphatically, "I
can handle you with Veronica. I know I can." She looked at me with a
pleading expression. "Someone else, I don't think . . . "
I kissed her again. "I'll never have an affair."
"Thanks," she whispered. We held each other, her head against my chest.
"What else is bugging you?" I asked.
"I was surprised how intensely submissive I felt. I guess it was being
one of two women in your bed, of watching you fuck her, of swallowing your
cum with her taste on my lips." She grinned wryly and wrinkled her nose.
"Of course, you made sure the pattern was set. Both of you over me with
that close up of your cock going in and out of her left little doubt.
And having her kiss me was icing on the cake."
She shivered and sighed. "I was so proud of being equals in our
relationship, so proud of never being jealous." I saw fear in her eyes.
"Does pride goeth before a fall, Karl?"
"You haven't fallen."
"Oh, I hope not." She looked frightened again. "Is that the way you
want me, Karl? Submissive to you?"
"When there's three of us, it has to be that way. I won't be dominated.
You knew that when we married."
"When it was just the two of us, it was fifty-fifty."
"It still is when it's the two of us, but when Veronica's involved, she
gets half of your half." She nodded. "Do you want to go back to only us
two?"
"No. Not really. Anyway, you were right. We can't go back."
"Why did you do it?"
Her eyes were hot coals. She looked away and downed her champagne. I
poured her another glass.
"I told you," she said. "It's best for the three of us."
"And when you said it, you lied to me."
"What does that mean?"
"I know when you're lying."
"Why would I lie?"
"I don't know, but I'm going to find out. What drove you to set up this
threesome?"
Her expression revealed, only for an instant, anger like I'd never seen
from her.
"Barbara, what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Damn it. You're hiding something. We agreed: no secrets."
Her knuckles were white, her teeth clenched. She willed herself to be
calm. She downed her champagne, set the glass on the side table and took
my hands in hers. Her face showed the self- satisfaction of a hard-fought
victory.
"All right. There is something. I'll tell you, but Veronica must never
know. I don't want to her. " I nodded. "This day I claimed my
victory over Charlie Malloy."
She released my hands and looked away, seeing a in her mind.
"You know I played around a lot before we married. You've never asked
the details and I've never asked about yours. Let me tell you about one
particular night. I was in one of the pick up joints when a good-looking
guy came onto me. I left with him. No big deal. He wanted to fuck and so
did I. That's why I was there."
She turned to look at me. Her expression made cold chills go down my
spine.
"You know I like it rough sometimes, but this was violence, not sex.
After we fucked, he beat the hell out of me. Beat me up for no reason!
Then he held me down and fucked me again. He raped me, Karl."
Her voice was like a demon from hell. She looked away again and
struggled to regain her composure.
"I ended up in the hospital. I didn't know who he was until Veronica
introduced me to her 'wonderful' husband. Then I knew. I knew the who
raped me was Charlie Malloy."
"Didn't he recognize you?"
"That night my hair was the color of Lucille Ball's. My nose was
different, too. The sorry bastard broke my nose, Karl. I told you I had a
nose job, but what really happened was they reconstructed it to look like I
wanted. So I looked different and he'd been drinking. He's never shown
any signs he knows who I am."
"Why didn't you go to the police?"
"I was too embarrassed when it happened, so I didn't go to the police.
When I found out who he was, it was too late. There was no evidence."
"Let me beat the shit of him! I'd love to break every bone in his
body."
"I thought about that. Since I can't prove he raped me, you'd end up in
jail. I don't want that. You're the best thing in my life. No. This is
a better way."
Barbara laughed and lay back on the pillows. She folded her arms under
her head.
"Every time I'll see him I'll know his loves my husband, his
children were fathered by my husband. The three of us are closer then
he'll ever be to anyone. That's my revenge, Karl, seeing him and knowing
he's a sad, sorry, cuckolded asshole in a loveless and childless marriage."
She grinned and lay back on the bed. "Isn't it a perfect plan? We all
get what we want. You get your fantasy, two women loving you and having
your children. Veronica gets love, children, and great sex to boot. I get
my on Charlie."
"Charlie doesn't get what he wants."
She sat up, shaking with emotion as her eyes burned me.
"Yes, he does. He gets exactly what he wanted the night he raped me.
He gets the fucking of his life."
As I watched her, her certainty wavered. A tiny line appeared against
the corner of one eye. A cloud slipped across her face.
"Let me tell you what I want, Barbara. I want you happy and eager, you
positive and warm. You totally in love with me. You ecstatic in our
relationship. I want that more than I want Veronica and you in my bed."
"That's not changed. Oh, God, Karl, I love you more than I ever thought
imaginable. This night's been such a shock to me, but I'll be your
positive and happy again and I'll be one of your two women. I won't
let jealousy mar our good times."
"Did you get everything you wanted, Barbara?"
"Do you still love me, love me like I love you, like you used to love
me?"
"Why didn't you tell me what Charlie did to you? Couldn't you trust
me?"
Her face crumbled. Collapsing against me, she cried, holding on for
dear life. For long minutes, her tears bathed my chest and she heaved in
her sorrow.
I said, "Everything changed tonight. Veronica's in our relationship
now. You schemed hard to bring her in. It was so important you deceived us
both."
She shook her head.
"Barbara, we're three now."
"But you love me! I'm still your wife!"
"Let's go to bed, Barbara. I'm very tired."
"For God's sake, tell me you love me! Tell me I didn't do all this only
to lose you!"
"You didn't lose me. I still love you."
"Then I've got all I want."
The End
Please! Give me your comments!
E-mail address: ezriter@hotmail.com
The works of E.Z. Riter are archived at www.storiesonline.net and at
www.asstr.org (ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/E.Z.Riter)
The works of E.Z Riter writing as Ezra Zane are archived at
www.ruthiesclub.com which is a fully illustrated pay website.
|
|
