On the way back to the house, Sue refused to let Ellen wear her clothing, or carry anything she could have used to cover herself. She made her keep her hands at her sides, saying, "It's unlikely anybody will be around today, but should we meet someone on the road, keep your hands down. You may look at the ground, but you may not cover yourself or turn away."
Luckily, from Ellen's view point, they met no one. At the house, when she started for her room, Sue stopped her. "We have to decide on dinner first. Why don't you make us some daiquiris, then we can sit in the living room and discuss it." Ellen was beginning to question whether or not she liked this new assertive Sue, but she couldn't deny that being ordered around by her was affecting her level of arousal.
"I...I'll need to get something to sit on or I'll stain the cushions."
"When you're done making the drinks, towels are in the hall closet. You may get us each one."
"Yes, ma'am," she said, meekly. Shocked at what she had just said, Ellen thought, "Why did I say t hat? Why am letting her boss me around so? I wouldn't even 'play' a submissive for Rick, ever. What's going on with me?"
Consternated or not, Ellen fixed the drinks and served them, then got towels for the three to sit on in the living room. While Sue and Chris sat together on the sofa, Sue directed Ellen to a chair, across the room, nearly hidden in a corner. Sue asked Chris what he would like to cook for dinner, and before he could answer, said, "I think we should have some sort of fish. Yes, I think flounder, stuffed with a spinach-crab filling will be good, don't you?"
When Ellen started to answer, Sue turned to her and ordered, "Drink your drink, Ellen," then turned back to Chris. "Yes, stuffed flounder, some baby potatoes, and roasted brussels sprouts. Can you do that?" He nodded, not trusting himself to speak to the strange woman who had suddenly possessed his lover. "Good. You may have to go into the city to get the fish. That's fine, and pick up some nice wine to go with. Now, go get dressed and be off. Ellen and I have some things to talk about."
She stood up and picked up the cocktail she had not touched and walked to Ellen. She held the glass to Ellen's mouth, saying only, "Drink." She did not remove the glass until the libation was gone. About the time Ellen was done, Chris came into the living room and gave Sue a kiss good-bye, nodding to Ellen as he turned and left. "Are you ready to talk?" Sue asked her.
When she opened her mouth to answer, Sue asked, "Did I give you permission to speak?"
Ellen looked puzzled, and started to answer again. "Were you given permission to speak?" Sue asked again, in a firm voice. Ellen felt another rush of fluid in her vajayjay, as she silently shook her head. "Are you ready to talk?" Sue asked again. As her puss flooded again, Ellen nodded. "Very well, follow me. Bring the towels."
Sue sat on the edge of the bed, indicating Ellen should do the same. "Tell me what you're feeling," she said, in a kind tone, to her visitor.
"I don't really know. Confused, aroused, lost, like I want my Daddy's lap." She spoke hesitantly, expecting Sue to interrupt her at any time.
"What are you confused about?"
Ellie gave a short, snorting laugh. "What am I not confused about? Not Rick and Mike, I think I've accepted that and realize there is nothing I can do about it, and nothing I did caused it. Mostly, right now, I'm confused about my reaction to finding you still here with Chris, your relationship, and how open you two are to sharing. And I'm confused by my reaction to your being so domineering since the pool."
"And being so aroused by that?" Ellen nodded, shyly.
"Lost, tell me about that."
"Wednesday, when I left Rick, I just got in the car and started driving, not having anyplace in mind. It wasn't until I found myself on the Thruway I realized where I was headed. I don't know why I'm here."
"You said it, you needed Daddy's lap. At the pond, I saw the same kind of reaction in you that I had when I realized I was alone after Tommy died. Until you can make rational decisions on your own, you need someone to give you direction. I don't know if you are really a submissive personality in general, if it is just situational, or part of your sexuality. I have no interest in finding out. I do not want to be your controlling mistress.
"That said, you do need some direction. I can, and will, do that for you. You will stay with us until Thanksgiving. You will have some regular chores to do, in and out of the house. How well you do those, in my view, will determine whether or not you join Chris and me here," Sue said, patting the center of the bed.
"Now, I think I said some thing about your teaching me how to properly attend to this," she smiled, sliding her hands up Ellen's thighs, to their juncture.
"You also said we would talk about what was bothering me. Sue, I really appreciate your willingness to help me, to guide me right now, but if you knew what I realized at the pond, you'd chase me away with a gun."
"What, that you're still in love with Chris, or at least, you think you are."
The two women were busy arranging themselves on the bed, face to face, nipple to nipple. "You have to remember your ex's personality. Chris is very old school when it comes to relationships. Unlike us, he can only be in love with one woman at a time. Lucky for us, he can love more than one woman at a time, in the sense of very strong friendships, and he can have meaningful sex with them based on that; but he is love with me, and I am with him, and if he is pressed to make a choice, that is what will guide his choice."
"And you're not afraid that'll change?" Sue smiled and shook her head no. "Why?"
Sue hesitated for a long moment. "You have to ask him for the answer to that." Propping herself up on an elbow, she asked, "Anything else, or should we go swimming again?"
Ellen looked at her, shocked. Seeing the laughter in Sue's eyes, she returned it, out loud. "No, nothing, but instead of messing around, can we just cuddle while you tell what has happened between the two of you. I was floored when he said he'd invite you here until you got back on your feet. I figured one or the other of you would commit murder before the end of the first week."
Sue gathered the older woman in her arms. "Well, after buying me a piece of my favorite pie, your ex confessed he was going to ply me with food so he could get into my pants. And, although he said that wasn't what he meant, he proceeded to do just that. Then the night I was ready to open up for him, he went off on a month long business trip, with only a day's warning."
Ellen pulled her head back so she could look at Sue. "It couldn't have been that simple. When we were together, he could make that omelet and make a decent club sandwich. He had to read the back of a soup can to heat it properly." She buried her head back in Sue's breasts.
"Well, he is generous to a fault, and was almost over solicitous. If I mentioned in passing there was something I wanted or wanted to do, or wanted done, it happened within two or three days. When I complained he was doing too much, he said he had to make up for Tommy and how he had treated me. I said then, to earn my keep, I'd take over cleaning the house; he explained to his cleaning woman why she didn't have to come anymore, but he still pays her every week. He said she is a single mother with six kids, from five to twelve, and is the family's only income."
"That helps explain why you love him..."
"You have to ask him. Why did you two break up?" Sue asked, to distract her.
"As it turned out, over nothing. The real question should be why did we get married. We've been friends since junior high school, part of the same crowd. We didn't really date date until we got into college. We started dating our freshman year. I let him make love to me on our first date. That goddam huge cock of his, I had never been so full. It was always good, sometimes better than others, but always good.
"But then, toward the end, we just fell into a rut, and we got busy with our own lives. And I sensed he was getting involved with someone else. He sort of denied it, said he had only cheated once, but there was someone, I could tell. The night we finally talked and cleared the air, the last night we were together, he told me he thought I was cheating, I was floored. In a sense, he was right, it wasn't him I was screwing, just his cock. I was surprised when he didn't remarry. I was certain there was someone waiting for him."
"How did you meet Rick?"
"I'm almost ashamed to tell you, it's so cliche'. He was my divorce lawyer. He had lost his wife a year earlier, in a boating accident. Ours was one of the first no-fault cases in the state, and he kept telling how refreshing it was to handle a civilized separation. Then, when I met Mikey, I fell in love with both of them. When all of this clears, I probably still will; is that sick or what, twice divorced, and still loving both husbands?"
"Not at all. What's the song lyric, a woman is singing about the end of an affair. ' you are just somebody I used to love, but you'll always be someone I choose to love.'* For whatever reason, you are no longer in love with them, but there is still that about them which attracts you, which you find loveable.
"You have to find a way to reconcile that with the sense of betrayal you have about both of them, Rick and Michael, and their relationship. And I suspect, from what you're saying, there is still some question in regard to Chris. You may have thought that night you cleared the air, but there are some lingering doubts, aren't there?"
Before Ellen could answer, they heard the front door open and close. Then Chris's voice was calling, "Hello, anybody available to help unload?"
Sue's face lit up. She gave Ellen a swat on the butt, saying, "Go get some shoes on; that gravel hurts like hell on bare feet. While Chris gets dinner, we'll go for a walk or run, which ever you think you can manage."
"The walk; I don't get much of an opportunity to run. Shoes, no clothes?"
"There's no one around for five miles in any direction except me and Chris. While he was gone, I got used to walking and running the track nude. It's really kind of liberating." She grinned, slipping on her sandals.
"Of course, it can be embarrassing , too. Monday, I was transplanting some flowers In the back of the house. The doorbell rang, and without thinking about how I was dressed, I walked around to the front to meet the mailman, totally starkers. It wasn't until I saw his jaw drop I realized how exposed I was.
"Now, go, get your shoes. Walking nude will also motivate us to keep moving since it'll start to get chilly as the sun starts down."
The car had been unloaded, and the groceries stashed until they were to be prepared. Chris had also bought ingredients for a berry crisp for dessert. The three of them briefly discussed the girls' plans for a nude walk while he cooked. He reminded them of the need to move the feeding station. "Just move it to the other side of the track. I can have a couple of workmen move it to the woods Monday. After you move it, go back to where it is now and pee in two or three spots each. That'll keep the deer away from the vineyard."
"You're kidding," gasped Ellen. "Just squat and pee, outdoors, in front of each other?"
"Mmhmm, knees together, feet apart, so you don't spray your shoes," Chris grinned.
"Chris! You're no help!" Sue laughed. "C'mon, Ellie. It's not as bad as all that. Didn't you ever pee in the woods when you went to summer camp?"
"I never went to camp when I was a kid. The only time I ever peed outdoors was when we visited friends who had a place on a small bay off the ocean. A few times I did it while swimming, but it felt strange. I was still embarrassed."
"Let me guess. You don't pee in the shower, either."
"Of course not! That sounds disgusting!"
"Did you ever have sex in the shower? Or in a pool?" Sue pointed to a trough like structure resting on the ground nearby. "Here's the feeding station. You grab this end. We should move it ten steps or so past the gravel track."
Once the trough was moved, Sue went back to its original site and squatted, then loosed her yellow stream for a few seconds, moved a few feet and repeated. "Don't just stand and watch. I only have enough pee for another spot. If it'll make it easier for you, I can turn my back, or you could close your eyes and pretend you're at a restaurant."
Ellen stood and watched as her new best friend, she realized, voided in front of her. She shook her head, and said, "What the hell!" as she copied Sue's actions. Sue grinned as she watched the conservative wife and mother began shedding her inhibitions. "What," Ellen demanded, seeing Sue's grin.
"I was just remembering some thing Tommy said about you. We were still in Texas, just after I returned from my stay with Mother Davis. I was telling him about seeing you and Chris so frequently. He said, 'Mm, that chiquita, she's the only reason I ever envied Chris." Sue stood up. "Done?"
Ellen quickly finished making her deposits and joined Sue on the gravel pathway. Sue slipped her arm around the other woman's waist. "Tell me about your life with Chris."
Back in the kitchen, Chris was putting together a berry compote, to serve as the filling for the crisp, for dessert. When he finished, he put together the streusel topping. He would finish it when it was time to put the entree on the heat, so it was warm when served. As he worked, he thought over the last two days, from arriving home Thursday and declaring his nearly life long love for Sue, his brother's widow, to the sudden appearance of his ex-wife, in an emotional tumult. At Sue's insistence, he had seduced and screwed his ex. As he thought about it, 'screw' was the only word which fit the experience, much like the sex they had when they were married.
It had been physically pleasurable, and he had experienced a climax and ejaculation, but emotionally, he had needed the conjunction with Sue afterwards. Their joining had been briefer, more intense and at the same time, more expressive of the tender affection they felt for each other.
He and Sue had discussed the situation Ellen had presented last night, a woman they both liked, who presented a need for bolstering emotionally, as an instance when it would be permitted to stretch the limits of their fidelity, with the permission of the other partner. Still, he had doubts. He knew, in the future, unless Sue was with him, participating, he couldn't repeat the morning's activity. He also knew it was something he would not suggest. Even when proposed by Sue, he would question her about her motives.
He resolved to get her alone, to discuss his decision.
Chris had continued working during his debate with himself, and had the stuffed fish ready to start when he heard the women coming in the front door. He poured the cheese sauce over the rice and fillets and slid them into the oven with the sprouts. He stirred the fruit compote to be sure all the berries were coated with the syrup, covered them with the topping and put the crisp in the oven with the fish. He then opened and poured each of them a glass of the Riesling he had found.
After Chris described the meal and told them it would be ready in about a half hour, Ellen asked if she'd have time for a shower. Chris told her yes, even if the food had to wait a bit. When she had gone, Sue turned to him, an excited look on her face, and began, "You'll..."
Chris stopped her with a kiss. When they separated, he spoke, "I realized something while I was cooking. After Ellie leaves, I don't want you to 'lend' me out again. The only person I want to make love with, have sex with, screw, however you want to say it, is you, ever. Marry me?"
She looked at him, puzzled. Then, as what he had said registered and she realized what he had said, a broad smile lit up her face as her arms found their way around his neck and her lips found his. "Yes."
*Someone That I Used To Love
The week between Chris' proposal and the wedding, a new partner for Chris, the wedding night, a surprise. I hope you enjoy this. Votes and comments welcome. Signed comments will be answered.
We Need to Talk (Conclusion)
Chris carried their suitcases out to the car while Sue said goodbye to the owners of the small bed and breakfast they had been staying at for the last few days of their honeymoon. The pair had spent the last month taking a series of one-, two-, and three-day trips around New York, enjoying its scenic sites from Niagara Falls to Lake Champlain, including the Finger Lakes wine country around his farm, and the older, gentler peaks of the Catskills.
In-between trips they had returned to the farm, to check in with Ellen and see if she had changed her mind about accompanying them on their trips. They also were eager to see how Sue's sister, Liz, was getting on in her new job.
It had taken all of Sue's will power to not rush into Ellen's shower and share the news the night Chris had proposed. Her will power and his arms holding her back. He had finally persuaded her to wait until they had sat down to dinner.
Making sure dinner was all set, they retired to the master bedroom and bath where they shared a shower. With remarkable restraint, they were in and out of the shower in less than a quarter of an hour. In keeping with the rest of the day, Chris and Sue had dressed for dinner in smiles only. Guessing correctly, Ellen had opted for panties only.
As they tucked into their salads, Ellen looked at her hosts, and commented, "You two look like the cat that finally caught the canary. Something up?"
Sue looked at Chris, who nodded. "Chris proposed to me while you were in the shower."
"And she said yes," added Chris.
"Of course she did," answered Ellen, with a wide grin. She rose and went to Sue, enveloping her in a tight hug. "Sue, I am so happy for you, and, if you don't mind, a whole lot jealous. I'm sure you understand why, after our walk."
"I do, Ellie, but this doesn't change our relationship with you. You are still welcome to share our bed; and as far as our unicorn chef here, when you share our bed, I'll share him with you."
"We'll see," she said, turning to Chris. "Congratulations to you, sir. I don't mind telling you, after our romp by the pool today, I envy Sue all to hell. While I still think I should leave tomorrow, especially now, I will stick around to see you safely off the market, sampling you as often as your fiancé will let me." She looked at Sue. "May I steal a kiss?"
"I'm the one you have to ask for that," replied Chris, reaching for her. As their lips met, his hands slid to her butt, and under the waistband of her panties, pushing them down.
Ellen broke the kiss. "Wha..."
"You're overdressed," stated Chris. "It's a house rule, starting now. If I am in the house, Sue and you must go commando, and, unless there are visitors, topless as well. Nor can you wear more clothing than I. And as you will see, I prefer to go nude," he continued, pushing the panties down until they dropped to her feet. "Now, sit so we can eat."
As she sat down, Ellen looked at the couple and asked, "So, have you had time to set a date?"
Sue shook her head. Chris spoke, "We can't get a license until Monday, and there's a three day wait period after that. Next Friday?" He looked at Sue, who was taking a bite of salad as he talked. Surprised by the question, she coughed, choking on the bite.
"Jeezus. Chris," laughed Ellen. "Don't you know you're supposed to give a girl a warning when you ask important questions like that? What's the hurry, anyway?"
"I don't want her to get away," he responded, smiling at Sue.
"Friday's fine, and don't worry. I have no intention of changing my mind. I told you last night the only way you'll get rid of me."
"What?" asked Ellen.
"Pack my bags and drop me at the nearest bus stop."
"Something tells me you're safe for a while,"Ellen laughed. "What can I get you for a wedding gift? Looking around, you certainly don't need housewares or linens. Let me pay for your honeymoon trip. As soon as you've decided where you want to go, let me know and I'll make the arrangements."
Sue leaned over to whisper to Chris. He smiled and nodded. "Ellen," Sue asked, "why don't you come with us?"
"Don't be silly. It is supposed to be a trip for the two, note the number, the two of you to celebrate becoming a family. Now, any ideas about where, and for how long?"
"Oh, I don't know. While Chris was gone, I looked at the New York Tourist site, to see what there was to see in the State. It looks like enough to keep us busy for a year, and it's all within a day's drive."
"Like what?" Chris and Ellen asked at the same time, then looked at each other and laughed.
"Well, as a teenager, probably like a lot of girls, I always wanted a romantic honeymoon in Niagara Falls, and it's only about an hour and a half or two hours away. And I remember hearing a lot about the Chatauqua experience, and the original is practically right down the road.
"Then there's all the Revolutionary War sites, and the Erie Canal, and did you know there are more drumlins in New York than anywhere in the world? And the sailplane capitol of the world is only a little bit away. We could put together a series of day trips that would keep us busy until Halloween, hardly thinking about it."
"Drumlins?" asked Chris, "What are drumlins?"
"It's a kind of hill, usually running north and south; sometimes called a whale back hill because the south end is pretty steep and the north end kind of tapers off, so it resembles a whale. They're left over from the glaciers which covered NY about thirteen thousand years ago."
"Is that what you want to do, drive around the state, looking at hill formations?" asked Ellen. "Under the circumstances, I can think of things a lot more fun."
Sue made a face at her. "Not just looking at the landscape, but also getting to know what the state has to offer. Besides, the driving time will give us plenty of time to talk, and get to know each other better. And there are little bed and breakfasts, and tourist homes all over the state if we want to make an impromptu stop," she said with a saucy smile.
"Chris," huffed Ellen, snorting, "you have completely corrupted this woman!" Seeing Sue's questioning look, she continued, "That is exactly the kind of honeymoon he wanted us to take when we got married. If there had been more time between semesters to do it, I'm sure he would have insisted instead of our quick trip to Chicago." Sue glanced at Chris, who was grinning. He nodded. Sue smiled and reached for his hand.
"Tomorrow, we can sit down and plan an itinerary, so we get to see and do all we want. In the meantime, it smells like dessert might be ready."
"Shit! It was supposed to come out ten minutes ago! I hope it didn't burn."
After having dessert outside, Chris pulled Ellen onto his lap and began lightly caressing the blonde's breasts. "Chris," she moaned, "shouldn't Sue be here instead of me?"
"Don't worry about it, Ellie," answered Sue. "No matter who else is in our bed, I'll be the last pussy he fucks each night, and the first one he has in the morning. If I can make it work, I'll fall asleep at night with that cock in me, and wake up with it in the same place."
"I told you, Sue. Hearing a woman talk dirty turns him on. I can feel his cock poking my ass. Much more talk like that and he'll be trying to get into my butt."
"Do you want it like that?" Sue asked, in a slyly suggestive tone.
"Oh, God, no! He barely fits in my vagina; he'd rip me apart. Hell, it used to hurt when Rick shoved his thumb in there; I can't imagine taking even a skinny cock, let alone the Unicorn here. Have you..."
"No, Tommy was pretty much straight vanilla when it came to sex. Sometimes, with enough to drink, he'd eat me, and he liked it if I ate him, but mostly it was missionary, or variations based on where we were.
"His favorite variation was to take me in the easy chair in the living room. That was about the only time he'd even leave the light on. He'd push me back in the chair and lift my legs over his shoulders, then get in the chair on his knees..." She was interrupted by a load moan from Ellen.
Chris' hand was busy between Ellen's thighs, his two middle fingers stroking the inside of her sheath, his thumb busy stroking the little nub at the top of her slit. "That's... good... Chris... just... like... that... don't... stop... oh god... don't... who... no...don't ...oh... you... shit!!" she exclaimed as he withdrew his fingers.
"Time to go in," he said, helping her off his lap. "Then we can pursue some other fun stuff. Unh-uh, no touching," he said, taking her hands.
"Bastard," she said, smiling at him. "You'd better, or I'll tell Sue about your ticklish spot."
Inside, he pulled Sue to him for a kiss. "Why don't you two go shower while I close up the house and start the dishwasher? I'll join you in the bedroom in a bit. I'm going to e-mail Cara, my manager, that I'm home. You can finish what you started this afternoon, that I interrupted."
His hand slid lightly over her breast, squeezing her nipple in his palm. "Just save some of you for me," he said, kissing her softly. Without withdrawing, she nodded, her tongue seeking entrance.
"Mmm," he said, breaking the kiss. "I like what you said about you being the last pussy at night and first in the morning. Especially about sleeping with me buried in you. I think we'll start working on that tonight." His hands slid down over her butt, pulling her close. "Love you, babe," he whispered.
"I know. Me, too," she replied, also whispering, pulling him to her for another kiss. "Don't be long. I mean don't take too long. I want you long, very long," she laughed.
Sue found Ellen in her bedroom, gazing out the window at the final traces of sunlight settling on the horizon. She walked up behind the blonde and put her arms around her, supporting Ellen's breasts with her forearms. Resting her chin on Ellen's shoulder,, she kissed the other woman's ear, whispering "Chris said we should start without him, that we should pick up where we were interrupted this afternoon."
"Are you sure, Sue? After seeing Rick and Mike together, I don't know if I'm mad, sick, revengeful, or what. And Chris had me so aroused just now I'd fuck anything from an aardvark to a zebra."
"Mmm, that sounds promising. Am I sure? I think so. I was married for twenty years to a man who couldn't tell me he loved me. During those twenty years, he would only have sex in one position, only when he wanted to, and as soon as he came, it was over. I have learned more bout my sexual appetite in the last two days than I even knew to ask about over the last twenty years.
"Until you asked the question this afternoon, I hadn't even considered making love with another woman. The brief sample we shared made me want to sample some more. Based on what Chris said when he proposed, you will most likely be the only woman I explore that part of me with, but while you're here, I would like to explore it. If you are willing."
Later, neither of them would be able to recall how they made it to the bed. Only that the experience was one of soft caresses, passionate kisses and embraces, "mmm's, ahh's, ooh's, yeses, and more's."
In his office, Chris was just finishing up the e-mail to his manager, letting her know he was at home and attaching his expense report, saying he had forwarded his narrative and summary to the client on Thursday evening. Just as he hit the send button, he heard what could only be described as a squeal come from Sue. Smiling he got up and headed for his room, expecting to join the women. As he pushed open the door, a long ,low "unnnhhhhh" was heard coming from the open door across and down the hall.
When he entered the room, it was beautiful sight. A lovely nude blonde, sprawled on the bed, head to toe with an equally gorgeous nude redhead, both on their back, their heads resting on each other's thigh. The room was redolent with the smell of quim, eliciting a surge in Chris' genitals, although he could not swear whether it was the scent or the view which was responsible for the reaction.
"Wow! Did you save some for me?" he laughed.
Ellen just nodded and ran the tip of her tongue around her lips suggestively, while Sue opened her arms and answered, "There's always some for you. You don't even have to ask."
Chris knee walked up on to the bed and positioned himself between Ellen's thighs. "Shouldn't you..." she started.
"Company first," interjected Sue, a smile covering her chiding tone, "Tsk! Tsk! Didn't your mom teach you any manners?"
Ellen started to laugh just as Chris pushed into her. "Oh! Mi! God!" she moaned. "How the fuck! I swear, Chris, you've grown since lunch. Oh, shit! Oh! Oh! Oh! GOD! Do it!! Fuckmeyousonofabitch! Ohohohohohoh!!"
After that, whatever she said was unintelligible until her orgasm-signifying "unnnnnnnhhhh," which was accompanied by Chris' as he emptied his nut into her welcoming sheath. Chris collapsed in Ellen's arms and lay there for a few minutes, until his member was soft enough to fall out of her.
As he started to get up, he pulled on her arm to rouse her. "No," she said, "I'll stay here tonight. Not that I don't love both of you, but, frankly, I'm fucked out. In the past, what ten hours, since we arrived at the pool, I've been in a state of arousal more than any three week period I can remember over the last ten years, and I've come more today than I have in the last six months. So, just take your horny wench and go to bed. Call me for breakfast, thank you." At which she leaned down to grab the blanket and pulled it over her.
Chris was in the kitchen, assessing the contents of the fridge in terms of possible breakfast fare. There wasn't much. He made some decisions and started putting together the coffee. As he pushed the start switch, he heard someone shuffling down the corridor from the bedrooms. In a minute, Ellen entered the kitchen.
"Morning, sunshine," he greeted her
"Grumble, grumble," she replied, half smiling.
"Still the bright morning person, I see," he replied.
"Go to hell," she laughed. "God, you two wore me out, crumpled me up and threw me under a car, I swear. I don't think I'm gonna be able to, uh, move until next weekend."
"Uh-huh. How about I draw you a nice warm bath for you to soak in for a while. Sue won't be up for a half hour or so. You can soak, and I'll bring you coffee as soon as it's ready."
"You are a doll and a life saver." They started down the hall.
"Yesterday, when Sue and I were talking, whenever I approached the topic of why she was so sure of your love, she'd just say I had to ask you. I remember when we split up, I thought you were involved with someone, and you sort of confessed that you had been unfaithful, but you've never married again."
She looked at him suddenly. "It was Sue. You slept with your brother's wife, and have been carrying on this charade of not liking her all these years. No wonder she's so sure..."
"You're right, and totally wrong. It was Sue. I've loved her since she visited Mom and Dad after losing her baby. But she didn't know anything about it until Thursday night when I got back from one of my trips. I was unfaithful, one night, with four different women, some students who had been in the course I TA'd for the previous semester.
"The night I found the motel receipt and thought you had shacked up with someone, I went out and got royally pissed. I met them having a ladies night out and wound up going to one of their apartments and screwing all of them. Only time I've ever done anything like that."
They had reached the bathroom. Chris turned on the hot water and added some bath salts. In an instant the scent of lavender and chamomile filled the room.
"Mmm, that's nice. I'll have to remember the scent." She dropped the robe she was wearing and stepped into the very warm water. "Yikes! It's hot!"
"Not for long, and it will loosen up all the stiffnesseseses."
Ellen laughed briefly. "So, Sue had nothing to do with our breakup?"
"Not directly. I wasn't even aware of how I felt until I visited them a year or so after we split. I had to pretend to be angry and dislike her, and to ultimately ignore her and them out of a sense of self-preservation, and for their sakes, too, ultimately. Can you imagine how the families would have reacted if I had made a move on her? I'd have been disowned by my family, and a target for every lowlife in hers."
He was pensive for a moment. "Actually, those four students probably had a more direct influence on our marriage than Sue did. Drunk as we all were, the sex itself was good, and that scared me when I thought about it. If drunk, faceless, meaningless sex could be as satisfying as the sex with someone I was supposed to love, what did that say about me? About us? Our relationship?
"I still loved you, still do. But the relationship at that time wasn't working, and it took us another year to realize it.
"Enough digging up bones! Enjoy your soak. I'll bring the coffee when it's ready." He turned to leave.
'Chris!" He turned back into the room. "Thank you. I've always wondered who and why. I'm glad it wasn't Sue. I don't know if I could have handled it if it were." Chris walked the short distance to the tub and bent down to give her a kiss.
"I could wake her and send her in..."
"Oh, no! She's a sex mad she-devil! Christ, just seeing her makes my pussy run. I'm going to have to carry a towel to sit on, or I'll leave pussy juice all over the house."
"You will explain later why that's a problem, won't you?" he laughed, leaving.
After a lengthy soak, Ellen, wearing the robe Chris has evidently put out for her, made her way back to the kitchen where Chris and Sue, also wrapped in terry robes, were having coffee. Sue got up and greeted her with a hug. "Morning, love, how are you today?"
"Not as sore as I was before Chris put me in the tub, thank you," she said, looking at him. "Otherwise, a whole lot better than yesterday at this time."
"Good. That's what we were hoping to hear. Any thoughts, regrets, objections to any of yesterday?"
Ellen thought a few seconds, then answered, "No, just don't ask me to repeat any of it for a few days." She paused a few seconds. "It was all great, but it was a whole lot more than I'm used to. If that is your usual weekend routine, I won't last until Thanksgiving. But I'll die happy," she laughed.
Chris and Sue joined the laughter. "Since it's our first weekend where sex is an option, I guess it's our usual. We'll have to see what today brings," Chris replied. "From the condition of my little giant, probably not much more than playful digital or lingual exploration.
"Besides that, we need to acquaint you with the village and the nearby malls so you can shop and explore while we're not here. Tomorrow, we can go to the bank in town. Sue needs to set up an account for her money, and you can arrange for a local bank I.d. so you can shop and pay by check. Some of the locals still don't trust what they call plastic money. Claim it costs them money."
"They're probably right, and not just the fees. They have to pay someone to do the all that paperwork. It's an expense cash buyers don't entail for them." She stretched. "Exploring the village and malls sounds like a plan. Shall we go out for breakfast, or do you already have it started?"
Chris looked at Sue. "Going out is fine. I was going to make scones, but haven't finished yet, so it won't hurt to interrupt them. We can go to Sam's in the village. He features a brioche french toast on Sundays that is out of this world. I will humbly admit, it is better than my own."
Breakfast had been as Chris promised. The trio had then spent the balance of the morning visiting the shops which were open, introducing Ellen to managers or owners she would be dealing with.
Toward noon they headed in toward the city, stopping at a large enclosed shopping mall. Chris pointed out a large supermarket across the road, stating it was recognized as one of the leaders in its industry. Inside the mall, although they were there for a couple of hours after having lunch, it was pretty much window shopping, to acquaint Ellen with the stores available to her.
After dinner had been eaten and cleaned up, Ellen served as a recorder, writing down places Chris and Sue named as somewhere they would like to see on their 'honeymoon' trips.
The sites they chose ranged from Fort Champlain, the Adirondacks and the Thousand Islands in the northern part of the state to Chatauqua in the southwest corner, from Niagara Falls, the northwest 'corner' to West Point on the Hudson River in the southeast part of the State. Neither were particularly interested in visiting NYC at the present.
That evening, the lovemaking was slow and languid as the girls traded off being the recipient of caresses from the other two. Sue's goal of being the last pussy Chris had and falling asleep with him imbedded in her was realized as they fell asleep with Chris in the middle, spooning Sue, and being spooned by Ellen as she reached across him to cradle Sue's beast.
The sun streaming in the window and a full bladder woke Chris in the morning. Although Ellen had turned around, his efforts to extricate himself woke his two bed mates. Before he finished his bladder drain, they were standing in line behind him.
While the ladies took care of business, Chris started the shower. As Sue stepped into the shower, she glanced at Ellen and smiled. Seeing the smile and the amusement in Sue's eyes, Ellen, with a faint sound of exasperation in her voice, said, "Well, I didn't die of embarrassment Saturday peeing in the woods, and you two have seen me in worse situations, so, what the hell!"
While the shower was roomy for two, it did not accommodate a third person, so Ellen waited until Chris exited and then joined Sue. Chris watched as they soaped each other, paying a great deal of attention to each other's quim. He thought twice about joining them, then left to remove the temptation. There was some important work to get done.
He threw on a set of sweats and laid out a pair for the women, loaning Ellen an older, smaller set of his, laughing as he pictured her in them. He was nearly four inches taller than Ellen, and even at his 'smaller' size, had probably outweighed her by 30 or 40 pounds. He pulled the belt from the robe she had worn yesterday and added it to her pile, then went to see to breakfast.
He had just finished the batter for buckwheats when he heard Sue's peal of laughter. In a few seconds, the women entered the kitchen, eliciting another laugh from Chris.
Ellen still had her hair wrapped in a towel. Her sweatshirt fell to her knees, making her look a bit like a bag lady; that and the legs of the sweat pants resembling corrugated paper wrapped around her lower legs.
"Damn! You look Carol Burnett when she was doing her cleaning lady sketch! Shit, I wish I had my camera. This would make better blackmail material than a photo of you screwing Sue."
"You wish! I might let you take a picture of me and Sue, but the only way you'd get to take a picture of me like this is if you tied me down." Ellen saw Chris' eyebrows go up. "Oh, no!" she squealed and ran back to her bedroom, the laughter of her hosts following her.
A few minutes later, there was a soft knock on the bedroom door. "Ellen, it's Sue. You're safe now. I made him promise to be good. No photos, at least none we don't agree to."
The door opened slowly as Ellen peeked out. "You promise?"
"I promise. I told him if he tried to take any without asking first, we'd cut him off for a week, while we enjoyed ourselves and he had to watch without jacking off."
Chris called from the kitchen, "It'd almost be worth it. Almost!" The women laughed and headed for breakfast.
Over breakfast, they reviewed their plans for the day, including identifying the destinations for their trips where they would need to make reservations. They realized they would be hitting the mountains during one of the lesser tourist peaks as people drove up to see the fall color change.
Based on their conversations yesterday, they worked out a tentative itinerary for Ellen to work from since she volunteered to make calls to arrange lodging for them on their overnight trips.
After breakfast, Ellen went off to start making calls while Sue cleared up from breakfast and Chris went to E-mail his manager about the change in his availability until Thanksgiving. Without telling them, Chris had decided to take the two women to Orlando for two weeks following the honeymoon trips. Using his frequent traveler bonuses, he made flight and hotel reservations after e-mailing his manager. As he was finishing, his IM alert sounded. It was his manager.
"Hey, Chris. Cara. What's going on?"
"Getting hitched this weekend. Gonna take some time off.
"Congrats. Anyone I know?"
"No. GF from long ago, recent re-contact.
"8 weeks? Long honeymoon; overseas?"
"No. Bunch of day trips around state, then Orlando for 2-3 weeks. Soak up sum sun."
"Orlando, yum. Almost wish I could join u. chk out Universal World. Supposed to be gr8."
"Will be there from 1st til Sun pre T-day. Join us for w/e?"
"I'll think on it. Tku, anyway. Congrats again, b wishes to lady. Happy 4 u. back 2 wrk. Bye."
"Til later. Bye."
When he finished, Chris gave access to his computer to Ellen. By noon she had pretty much nailed down their itinerary. It was a series of three to five day trips, usually with two stops per week, an overnight and then two or three nights at a hub for short excursions where there were several nearby attractions. Even better than just the reservations, she had been able to get the names of contact people at the lodgings in case of delays or necessary changes.
Their business in the village was done in short order, also. They got the license, deposited Sue's check (Chris insisted it go into a separate account in her name, She insisted his name also go on the account as joint owner. She said she would share her experiences in getting access to Tommy's savings account after his death later.)
Ellen had no trouble in being shown how to link her LA bank account to her new account in NY so she could transfer funds as she needed them. That way Rick could directly deposit her alimony checks into an account in LA and she had immediate access at the bank in NY. Miracles of modern banking!
They were delighted to learn that the old three day waiting period had been reduced to 24 hours from the time of issuance of the license, and the need for a blood test or exam had been eliminated. Figuring they would be needed, Chris brought copies of his divorce papers and had Sue bring along a copy of Tommy's death certificate.
When he suggested moving the wedding day from Friday to Tuesday, the two women looked at him as if he had just appeared from another planet. Just what the f.f.f.f.f.oolish hell was he thinking.'They' had shopping to do, a trousseau to buy.
'He' had to find a best man, a cleric and a church for the ceremony; 'he' had to arrange for the after ceremony dinner and celebration; 'he' had to plan where the couple would spend the wedding night. 'He' didn't need to worry about packing for the wedding night, or the mini-trips; 'they' would take care of that. And the bride's flowers. The women walked away, leaving him standing, open mouthed, in the middle of the mall.
He found a place to sit and think. He recalled Ellen feeling sorry for Sue when she married Tommy, a hurried, hush-hush type of affair; no girl's dream wedding. He realized all this fuforall was probably her attempt to make up for some of that. Swallowing the emotion the thought engendered, he made the decision to support Ellen's efforts. He pulled out his cell phone and started making calls.
His first call was to Ron Pelham, the head of the grape co-op which rented his acreage. When Chris explained the purpose of his call, Ron's acceptance was immediate. He also volunteered the services of his brother, Ivan, the local Episcopalian priest, who would probably supply the church (he did).
His next call was to a small inn not far from the church, on the lake. Besides the setting, it had a reputation for comfortable rooms, and serving delicious food and wines. He made arrangements to get them a head count Thursday afternoon. As he disconnected from the call, his phone rang. It was Ron, with the news that the other co-op members, when they heard about the wedding, wanted to attend. Could they? "Why not," Chris thought.
His next call was to find Liz, Sue's older sister, the only one in the family, besides Sue, he cared about; the only one, besides Sue, with a sense of honor. She might cheat a chain store, but would go back to a Mom and Pop grocery to return it, if she found they gave her too much change. Servicemen working for the big box stores were barely tolerated, while independents, if they performed the same level of work probably got a tip, if she was flush that day.
Before she had married, she was quite up front with her dates, she may kiss on the first date, but anything beyond that had to wait until at least the second date. If there was a third or more, sex was assured if you treated her well. He had heard her once, at a party, tell her date that if he wanted in her pants, he needed to buy her a good dinner, take her to a nice motel and stay sober.
Since she got married, however, she had tamed down. The few times they had crossed paths at Tom and Sue's, she had looked like a fashion conservative suburban mother, with high necks and low hems.
He called information for the central Illinois city which was the last place he knew she lived. If she was still there, he would surprise Sue, he hoped. He first asked for her husband. He was still there. When the number rang, it was picked up by a machine. He recognized the voice, but the name of the wife wasn't Liz or any recognizable variation.
He tried information again, asking for Elisabeth, with an 's' as she spelled it. This time when the phone rang, Liz answered."Liz Danials, Beauty to Go. How can I help you?"
"Hello, Liz, this is Chris Davis. You can come to my wedding."
Puzzled, she replied, "Chris Davis? Chris? Chris!" she screamed, recognition kicking in. "For fuck sake! How the hell are you? I was sorry to hear about Tommy. I gather it was kind of sudden, but not sudden enough. That was too bad. What's this about a wedding? Who's the unlucky lady?"
Chris laughed. The language, the flitting from topic to topic without a breath or tone change was the Liz he remembered. "Yeah, it was sudden. I guess, from what Sue told me, the diagnosis came out of the blue, but he lingered for almost seven months with nothing to be done except manage the pain.
"As to the wedding, I'm getting married Friday, to Sue." He waited for the explosion.
There was a dead silence for a long ten count. Then, barely above a whisper, "You're shittin' me. You and Sue?" Another long pause. In a more normal tone, "Damn, the last time we were all together, you two couldn't be left alone for fear one of you would kill or maim the other. When did this happen?"
"Tommy's death left her financially ruined. She had to sell her house and furnishings to pay off his medical and funeral bills. She called my ex looking for help, who called me. I offered her a place to crash until she got back on her feet. And it led to this.
"She doesn't know I'm calling, but, as you know, you're the only one of your family either of us can tolerate for more than an hour, and I'd really like you to be here for us." He paused. "Can you arrange the time? You'd have to fly out Thursday, and back whenever you wanted. Wedding's Friday, and we're taking off Saturday, early afternoon."
"Yeah, time's no problem. Benefit of being the owner/manager/worker bee. I just need to move around a few appointments. I'm not sure I can afford the tickets. To hell with it, I'll be there. I'll need to come back Sunday, dammit. Will you be there to pick me up, and will there be someone to get me to the airport Sunday?"
"You bet, and don't worry about the tickets. They'll be waiting for you at the airport. Ozark still the only line in and out?"
"No, they went under a few years back. We've got American, Delta and AirTran, now."
"Great, both Delta and American use the local airport. Any preference?"
"American, I guess. Never used either, but I hear good things about them."
"Okay, do you have an e-mail? I'll get particulars to you tomorrow."
They stopped at the inn where the after ceremony dinner would be held. Like many in the village, through Chris' promotion of the local vintages, it had prospered both as a restaurant and as a tourist stop. When he asked to reserve two rooms for Friday for a wedding party, there was no problem. He didn't tell them he was the groom, thinking, correctly, the owner would simply have written off the price of the rooms.
Over dinner, he shared his accomplishments with his sexy companions, and asked them if they had thought who was going to give the bride away. Their reaction made it plain they had not even considered that question yet. He assured them it was all taken care of, but they would have to wait to see whom he had found.
When they learned which church he had arranged to host the ceremony, they were ecstatic. It was one of the two largest churches in the county, and had the reputation of being the most beautiful church in the four county region it served.
As they were leaving the dining room, Sue took Chris' arm and whispered to him,"I don't suppose we could try out that bridal suite tonight, could we? I'm so goddam wet, I can feel my juices running down the back of my leg."
He grinned, and whispered back, "If Ellen weren't with us, maybe; but it's only a five minute ride from here. Sit up front and I'll drive left handed."
"Mmm!" she moaned. "Promise?"
He did. As soon as they were out of the parking lot, Chris' hand was up her skirt and buried in her quim. She climaxed before they hit the village limits and again when they turned into the drive to the house. A loud moan from the back seat reminded them there was another quim to tend to.
Chris sent them on to the bedroom to get started, saying he had one more thing to attend to for Friday then he would join them. He went to his office and arranged transportation for Liz. Then he e-mailed her the flight numbers and times, saying he would be at the airport to meet her at 6 PM Thursday.
In the bed room, Sue had walked up to Ellen and started unbuttoning her blouse. When Ellen had moved to help, Sue had, in her authoritative voice, told her to stand still. With a surprised look, Ellen had dropped her hands to her sides, very aware of the rush of fluids in her quim. Sue moved behind her and, sliding her hands up over Ellen's breasts, grabbed the blouse and pulled it off her shoulders.
"So, were you touching yourself in the back of the car on the ride home?"
"Y..."
"Did I give you permission to speak?"
"N..."
Sue pinched the nipple she was holding. "Did anyone give you permission to speak?" Ellen shook her head no. "I repeat, were you touching yourself in the back seat on the ride home? Don't make me repeat myself again." Ellen nodded, her nipples growing taut and stiff.
"So, you were a bad, naughty girl, doing nasty things?" Ellen swallowed hard and nodded. "Do you know what happens to bad, naughty girls who do nasty things? They get punished. But because you were a good girl and confessed, you get to choose your punishment."
Sue backed away from Ellen. "Look at the dresser. Tell me, what do you see on top?"
"N...n...nothing, just Chris' toiletries and a collection of pheasant feath...No, no, Sue, you wouldn't!"
"Feathers, or spanking. Which would you prefer? If you choose the feathers, I would have to tie you down, and then oh, so lightly, on the bottom of your feet..."Ellen groaned. "And up the inside of your thigh..." another groan. "Over your belly, and between your breasts, around them,"
Sue had moved to Ellen and was tracing the path as she described it, "out to your nipple, then back and around the other one." Ellen's breath was getting ragged. "Up your neck and around your lips"
"Uuuunnnnnhhhhh," groaned Ellen. "Gaaaaaaaawwwwwwd, please either stop or do it, please." she pleaded.
Sue reached down to the hem of the skirt Ellen was wearing and slid her hand up between her thighs, fingers spider walking up one, the back of her hand barely in contact with the inside of the other.
"Oh, damn you! You friggin tease!" the blonde moaned, staggering, ready to collapse. Sue caught her, an arm around her waist and pulled her back, supporting her.
"Easy, love, down now, lean on the bed and go down on your knees. Good girl. You okay now?" Ellen nodded, very much aware the hand was still under her skirt, inches from her slit. She felt it move as Sue thrust three fingers into her. It triggered the orgasm she had been on the edge of since they started.
Sue held on to her as Ellen drove herself further onto the redhead's fingers. She was just starting to get control of herself when Sue thrust her thumb into Ellie's ass, so that her little finger was pushed up to just reach the older woman's clit. The action sent her up to and over the climactic precipice.
Sue pushed Ellie forward so she was resting against the bed. She leaned in and took the lobe of her ear between her teeth and pinched. Ellen moaned,"Ooooh bitch! Don't- - - -stop. Mmmmm, yessssss."
"Or," hissed Sue, "instead of sliding feathers in here, I could just grease up my hand..."
"Yessss," groaned Ellen, "Do. it. your. hand. fist. my. cunt. please." She was barely able to get the words past her teeth through her climax.
Sue waited until Ellen's tremors stopped, then pulled her to her feet and helped her strip. While Ellen positioned herself on the bed, Sue found Chris' tube of lube and began applying it to her hand and wrist. Ellen watched her, apprehensive, but unable to look away, like a rabbit entranced by a cobra snake.
So it was that, when Chris joined them, he found Ellen spread on the edge of the bed, with Sue kneeling by her, hand and wrist buried in Ellen's cunt, fucking the blonde with her fist, while she emitted soft moans with each inbound thrust.
Chris walked to bed, motioning to Sue to stay quiet. Ellen was nearly oblivious to any activity outside of her quim. Acting out his intentions, he let Sue know he wanted to push Ellen up on the bed without disturbing their connection. Sue nodded, and with some mild contorting, they managed to accomplish his goal.
He picked up the lube tube and applied a heavy dollop to his fingers and began massaging Ellen's puckered hole. "Chris? What?"
"Shhh, just relax. Enjoy what Sue is doing. "
"But..."
"Shhh. I promise, this isn't any worse than losing your cherry. Like the song says, it only hurts for a little while." Ellen giggled then moaned again as Sue resumed her quim play. Meanwhile Chris stripped and greased up his rampant rod then resumed attending to his targeted pucker, stretching it, accommodating it to the impending invasion.
Ellen was on her right side, with Sue's right hand buried in her vaginal sheath. Chris got on his knees behind Ellen and pushed his cock into her now loose anal sphincter.
"Mmmnnnnnnhhh! Ooowww! Easy! Ooowww, like my cherry, hell. Wait!" Chris stopped pushing, but stayed where he was, lightly rocking so he was moving about a half inch at a time, in and out, without applying any pressure. "That's good. Okay, push now."
Chris felt Ellen's muscles push back onto him, her inner sphincter opening slightly. He pushed hard and slid in another three inches.
Aaaaahhhhowch!" Ellen complained. He pulled back slightly, and pushed in again, winding up against her ass. "You'd better enjoy this, Mister, cuz it's the only time it 's gonna happen. Oh, Gawd! And some people do this all the time? How?"
Chris waited, rocking as he had before. Soon Ellen was responding to Sue's continued attention and began moving on Chris. "Oh, shit!" she whimpered, "that's actually beginning to feel good in spite of the pain." Soon Chris and Sue established a reciprocating rhythm leading to another massive orgasm for Ellen, peaking when Chris creamed her insides.
The intensity left her senseless for several minutes, allowing Chris and Sue to disengage from her without causing her any pain. Chris picked her up and carried her to her room, then led Sue to the shower.
"Wow! How did that get started?"
"She has a slightly submissive streak, especially when she's aroused. I started toying with it, threatening to punish her by tickling her. At one point I threatened to push my whole hand in her. She said I should do it.
"That's where you came in. She must have come three or four times before you got there." She paused, pensive. "Chris, I...no, I need to think about that. Now what kept you away so long tonight? I didn't think you were going to join us."
"Thursday. You'll see. Had to order some special flowers for dinner." He had been soaping Sue as they talked. He had reached her bush. "Speaking of dinner, I haven't had dessert yet."
"Oh, and what was that you just had?"
"That was her dessert." He laughed. "Think she'll be speaking to us tomorrow?"
"If she can get out of bed. I imagine she's going to be pretty sore. Lucky we don't have to go anywhere. If it's nice, we can go to the pool so she can soak. It's almost as good as the mineral baths in Arkansas."
Chris' eyebrow went up. "There are certain times when it's comforting to soak; it relieves cramps and all kinds of muscle aches. If you don't know what I'm talking about, then the women in your life have been very fortunate."
"That's what I guessed; just never heard of soaking in mineral springs as a palliative for menstrual cramps. But then, why not? Heating pads help, hot springs should. But the pond isn't hot. How..."
"I don't know, but it does. Now, about your, our dessert..."
Ellen didn't wake up until almost ten the next morning, and didn't get out of bed until half past that hour. She moved slowly, pleasant tingles reminding her of the activities the evening before, resulting in some embarrassment. Hoping against hope, she was both happy and embarrassed when she saw Sue in the living room dusting. "Morning," she groaned, stretching her back.
"Hey, sleepy! How are you this morning?"
"Okay, or at least I will be after some coffee. Are you always this chipper in the morning? How do you do it?"
"No, sometimes I actually tap dance around the house." she teased, eliciting a loud moan.
"Anyone ever accuse you of having a mean streak? That's not a nice thing to say to us old decrepits."
"You are neither old or decrepit. Maybe a bit the worse for wear, we were kind of hard on you last night. You really okay?"
"A little embarrassed. I have never come like that, and I'm not referring to the method, but those were both new to me, too. I have never come so hard I passed out. The last thing I can remember is Chris pushing all the way in and you starting to...you know."
Sue went to her and wrapped her in a hug. "I've never done anything like last night before, either, giving or receiving." She led them to the kitchen, "I don't think I could do what you did, and quite frankly, I'm not anxious to try.
"Can I ask you something?"
Ellen laughed. "Sue, you have seen me in my most intimate and embarrassing moments. I've told you my darkest secrets and worst fears. What else could you possibly want to know?"
"Saturday, and last night, you responded to nothing more than a tone in my voice and became totally submissive. Is that usual for you?"
"Christ, no! I know what you mean, and I can't explain it, other than it's just you. I wouldn't even role play a submissive for Rick when he wanted, the idea was so foreign and repugnant to me. And one time in college, before Chris, my date tried to get into rough sex and dominate me. When I objected, he started to get nasty, until I kneed his treasure sac." Ellen gave a small giggle.
"I pushed him out of the car, not realizing he didn't have his pants or shorts, and left him there. There was a gas station about three miles away, on the way to town. One of guys in his dorm worked there. I left the keys and car with him and called a friend for a ride. I never saw him again.
"But no, I am not normally submissive when it comes to sex, except, apparently, with you. And watching you with Chris, you are not usually into domination, I would bet." Sue nodded, thinking.
"Did you enjoy being dominated?"
"Enjoy? I don't know. It certainly got me aroused. Otherwise, I would never...Why are you asking? Are you thinking of making it a regular part..."
"No, no. I don't know for sure. Part of it is curiosity. I have never understood the attraction of that kind of life style, and I was looking for information, partly. Part of it is concern. This has been an emotional week for you, leaving you more than a bit vulnerable. I guess I may have taken advantage of that, a little, for which I am sorry and apologize, a little," she laughed.
"At the same time, I'm worried I may have uncovered a hidden side of you, which may leave you vulnerable to others, who might take more than a little advantage and hurt you. I just want to be sure you are safe. I want you to promise me you'll stay through Thanksgiving. And longer if both Chris and I see a need."
"Would something like last night happen again?"
"Do you want it to?"
With an anxious look in her eyes, Ellen slowly nodded her head. "Oh, yes," she sighed. "Does that make me crazy?"
Sue looked at her, holding her gaze for several seconds. She made a decision and reached across the table to take Ellen's hands. "Ellen, look at me, and listen. Who am I to you; what is my role?"
Ellen looked puzzled, anxious. "You're my friend, my hostess..."
"When it comes to sex, Ellen, who am I to you?" Sue's tone was firm, almost harsh and demanding.
In a tone reminiscent of a little girl, Ellen replied, "M,,,m,,,my Mistress?"
"Is that what you want?"
Ellen's brow knitted as she thought, her face screwed up into a frown. Suddenly, she smiled and relaxed. "Yes, it is. I want you to tell me what to do."
"Is that all you want from me?"
Ellen looked down at the table. "I told you and Chris the other day, I've had a lot of sex, but I've only really made love once, with Chris the night we decided to divorce. My taste in men is obviously faulty..."
"You want me to tell you who and when to fuck?" Ellen nodded, eyes still on the table. "What if Chris were the only man you ever slept with from now on? Would you be satisfied with that?"
Ellen looked up, smiling, eyes bright. "Oh, yes, Mistress! That would be fine."
"I don't know much about Chris' business. He may occasionally have overnight visitors, male or female. If he or I ask you to 'entertain' them..."
"I would do what ever you tell me to do," Ellen interrupted.
"What about your work? What did you do out in LA?"
"I was one of the partners who owned a corporate training business. Our specialty was in training sales and advertising staff about new and improved products a company developed. We also did the other motivational and values exploration stuff.
"Right now, I'm on vacation, with the possibility of an extended, unpaid leave. We have buy out agreements in place, but I would have to let them know soon."
"You tell me, Ellen, what do you want this relationship to be? What do you want your life to be?"
"I know I want you, or you and Chris, to...be in charge, I guess, of my sex life, but outside of the bedroom, I would like us to be friends, equals. Is that asking too much? Is it possible?"
"Of course it's not too much, it's a good description of what I hope our lives will become. Now, as your Mistress, I have an order for you. Before Chris went to the village this morning, he told me that there will be several men from the village attending the wedding and dinner. You are a very attractive woman, and they will probably try to hit on you, Friday, and any other time they see you in town. They may even call you for a date. Whether or not you date them is up to you.
"Here is your order--your relationship with them, or any other man or woman you may meet in the future, until Chris or I tell you differently, will remain platonic. Unless we tell you differently, you are not to become sexually aroused, or active, except with Chris and myself. Do you understand? Do you agree to this?"
Ellen looked at Sue, a smile lighting up her face. "I understand. I am free to date and socialize with whomever I want, but the only people I personally can choose to have sex with are you and Chris."
"Understand, Ellen, you have no choice. You will provide Chris and me with whatever kind of sex we desire, whenever we want it. If we want to watch you being used by three men or three women at a time, if you agree now, that is what will happen.
"If Chris wants a repeat of fucking your ass, you will get your ass fucked. If he wants you to suck him clean afterward, you will gobble his shitty nob like its chicken cordon bleu. Do you understand that?" Sue squeezed Ellen's hands.
"Do you really understand that in giving us control of your vagina, you are giving up any freedom to say no to any sexual act we want to perform on you, or have you perform on us? That includes others we may choose to include from time to time."
"You'd be sure I was safe?"
"Never more than a room away, but unless you fear physical harm, you'd be expected to follow our instructions, even if you disliked the person." Sensing the other woman's concern,
Sue went on, "Ellen, Chris and I would never trade your body for our personal or professional gain. Any time we would share you, or ask you to give yourself to someone, they would be someone we like, respect and trust. Given that, we cannot predict what they might ask you to do.
"If your experience with them is something you cannot contemplate repeating, you would have to let us know that, and we would take that into consideration the next time the situation comes up."
"If I can't refuse you or Chris, would I be able to request one of you if I felt the need or desire?"
"You could certainly ask, how soon or if we decide to fill your request can't be guaranteed. I can tell you, Chris has told me he expects to keep traveling after we're married, and I hate sleeping alone. Or, he may elect to take you along. In that case, you would share his bed.
"I haven't discussed any of this with him, so I can't really say what he will or will not do. You will not raise the issue with him. We will all sit down and discuss it when we get back from our last day trip. If you agree.
"If you want time to consider all of this, I understand. It is a big important decision for you, and not one to be made lightly or in haste."
"What if he doesn't agree or..."
"You can leave anytime after Thanksgiving. But you must stay until then."
Ellen nodded. "Sue," she hesitated, "I understand all of what you said. I...I agree. I want you and Chris to control me. At least my pussy," she said, smiling. She stood up and went around the table to her new Mistress. "Ma'am, may I have a hug?"
Sue stood up and slid her arms around her new slave's waist. "Yes, you may. I also insist that you think about what you are doing until this evening. You have until we go to bed tonight to change your mind. If you don't tell me otherwise, your servitude begins formally in the morning.
"It will be your job to come in and suck us both to arousal so we can begin the day with a rousing fuck. You may or may not be asked to participate. You are not to make either of us come, and you may not come until one of us gives you permission. Understood?" Ellen nodded. "Understood, slave?"
Ellen gulped, realizing her mistake. "Yes, Mistress. I understand. I regret not answering properly. It won't happen again."
"See that it doesn't. I don't want to waste the last few days before my wedding punishing you. There are more enjoyable things to be done."
"May I ask a question, Ma'am?"
"We're not in a control situation, as we discussed, Ellie. Unless you are questioning your instructions, you don't need to ask permission."
"That's it, sort of. I was wondering what forms my punishment might take."
"So you can judge if breaking the rules might be worth it?" Sue laughed. "While Chris was gone on his trip, I did some snooping in the cellar and attic. One of his old girl friends must have been into being punished. I found a chest with paddles, crops, a cat, nipple and pussy clamps, handcuffs, what I think were ankle irons, and a large collection of feathers."
Sue stopped and turned to look at her friend/slave, who had stopped walking. She was staring at the floor, her shoulders shaking with silent laughter. Sue glanced down at the floor in time to see a clear drop fall into the puddle between Ellen's feet.
Ellen looked at her Mistress. "I couldn't help it. You were talking about all those things and suddenly, I just gushed. My God, Sue, what's happening to me?"
"I think, that after twenty years of vanilla, you're developing a taste for chocolate."
The next two days passed without incident. Chris found himself somewhat isolated as the two women busied themselves with getting Sue ready for the honeymoon trip, even going so far as raiding his closet to select his clothing for the first week's travel. The overall plan was to travel to and from during the business week and return to rest up on the weekend.
Saying he would be back to take them to dinner, Thursday afternoon he left the farm around three in the afternoon. He stopped at the inn to talk with the owner and arranged a special meal, praying Liz's flight would be on time. It was a few minutes early.
Liz was easy to spot, since she was practically a double for Sue, except she had coal black hair instead of the auburn tresses Sue bore. They greeted each other with a hug, alerting Chris to another difference--Liz sported a CC sized bosom, compared to Sue's B's.
"Chris, you sly dog! How long has it been? I swear, you haven't changed, except to get better looking. How the fuck did you and Sue get together and not kill each other? Or are you two planning to try to fuck each other to death?" she laughed. "C'mon, give me all the dirt."
"Hi, Liz. Subtle as ever, I see. Let's get your luggage, and I'll explain everything in the car. It's almost an hour ride." She lifted the garment bag and carry on she had with her. "You're kidding me," Chris blurted out. " A woman traveling for four days and only two bags. Unheard of!" He took the garment bag and started out of the terminal.
"Hey, it's not like I'm the one getting married; if I was, you can bet I wouldn't even have these two."
"I knew there was a reason I liked you," Chris smiled.
His car was just across the terminal access road, in the short term lot. He put her bags in the trunk and opened the passenger door. As she sat and turned into the car, she moved slowly, giving Chris adequate time to see she traveled commando. He looked up, into eyes revealing her hunger. He glanced back down to her lap.
Her short skirt, in turning to sit in the car, had ridden up her legs, revealing her neatly trimmed black nest. Her hands moved to the hem of her skirt. Bracing her legs, she lifted her ass from the seat and pulled the skirt out from under her, pulling the hem in front up to her waist.
"Are you just going to stare at my pussy, or are you going to get in the car and do something?"
Chris coughed and closed the car door. When he got in the other side, Liz grabbed his head and pulled him to her for a passionate, tongue filled kiss. She pulled his hand to her pussy. Barely pulling back from the kiss, she whispered, "I need to come, Chris, any way you can make me. Now!"
He slipped his two middle fingers into her very wet lady. "Do you just want to come or do you want to 'come?'" he asked her, heavily emphasizing the last word. "I'm happy to do it this way," he continued, moving his fingers in and out of her, "but, if the need is there, and the conditions are right, Sue is willing to share so the proper implement could be used to do the job."
"Oohhhh, sheeeeittt! Just keep up with what you're doing for another minute. That's riiiiiight! Uuhhhnnnnhh! Yeeeessssss! Oh. gawd. yes! Thank you, love, that'll hold me for a bit. What do you mean? Sue is willing to share you?"
The telling of Chris and Sue's history, the explication and detailing of the criteria for sharing, and Liz telling him the tale of the end of her third marriage took the entire trip to the inn.
"You wait here. My farm is less than five minutes away. I'll call and have Sue and Ellen waiting. They don't know you're going to be here. I ordered a fancy meal for us here tonight, sort of a pre-wedding celebration, so they won't suspect anything when I tell them where we're going to eat."
"You really think she'll let us fuck?"
"She insisted I do my ex in front of her, then joined in. She's not the same Sue who was married to my oblivious brother. He had a wildcat wrapped up in tabby cat's clothing and didn't know it.
"You went through a horrendous experience before, during and after your divorce. The physical and mental abuse, his flaunting his cheating, and with the lies he's told, he's made it almost impossible for you to make a living, not to mention failing to keep up his support payments.
"I won't be surprised if she invites you to stay with us for a while. Just don't mention I suggested sharing, the idea has to come from her, and she has to order me to make love to you."
Chris took Liz into the inn, to the restaurant and made sure she was seated and had a drink and some light munchies. Then he called the farmhouse and told Sue he would be there in less than ten minutes and they should be ready to leave when he arrived. He suggested they wear slacks since it was getting chilly, and gave them permission to wear panties since they were going out.
Fifteen minutes after leaving Liz at the table, he, Sue and Ellen were pulling back into the parking lot of the little inn. At the entrance to the dining area, he paused and spoke briefly to the hostess, telling her to let the chef know he could begin final preparations on the Beef Wellington he had requested.
Then he turned to the ladies and led them to their table. He had positioned Liz with her back to the entrance, so she could not see them enter, nor be recognized by Sue.
The women were puzzled when Chris led them to an occupied table. Sue glanced at the woman sitting there, then at Chris, before recognition set in. "Chris...OMIGOD! Lizzie!! What are you doing here? When did you get here? O mi god this is unbelievable! Oh, I am so glad you are here!"
In the midst of this, Liz had stood up and embraced her sister, tears flowing freely from both women. When the sobs had quieted down, Sue turned to Chris and threw her arms around his neck.
"Thank you," she whispered in his ear. "You know, if you hadn't made me wear these fucking pants, we'd be on the table disgracing ourselves. I love you so much. Thank you, Chris! You have made me so happy." She sealed her declaration with a kiss which threatened his voice box, her tongue was so deep.
"Mrs. Rappaport? Is it really you? Oh, this is too funny!"
"Mrs Davis? Omigod! You're Chris' ex? I never knew, never even suspected. Damn, this is a fucking small world, isn't it?"