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My return from the water skiing titles

Cherie, Marg and I make love for the last time.

The story until now

Sue, my wife had been cheating on me for years. I initially didn’t respond but as time passed and she continued to be unfaithful I responded by having an affair with Marg.

Eventually, I decided to leave my job and travel to the west. In doing so I told her that if she wanted to come with me then she had to stop her cheating. She agreed but within weeks of arriving in the west, I found that she was having an affair. This was directly after we had decided to have another child.

When I discovered that a pregnant Sue had cheated again, I sent her home to her father’s place. It was there some months later that she lost the child. I viewed the body and immediately recognized that the child had the features of her previous lover. I returned to the west leaving her with her father.

Sue returned with our children but initially, I insisted that she sleep in one of the spare bedrooms. It was only a matter of time before I weakened and allowed Sue to move back into the master bedroom with me.

Sue’s roller skating students were selected to represent the state in the national titles. I was selected to represent the state in the water-skiing titles. Both of us were national judges in each of our respective sports which meant that we would be separated for a number of weeks.

Sue had approached me to allow her to be considered single during her absence. I had not agreed but told her that if she was to have an affair she should do so with a man who was trust-worthy and exhibited strong morals. She already knew of such a man.

At the state titles, I was asked to judge in the world events which would be held in the US while the roller skating titles were being held over east. Given that Sue was going to have an affair while she was away I decided to take my long-term friend, Lyn with me to the worlds.

The story continues

When I arrived home Sue was nowhere to be found. I went to the rink and she wasn’t there so I asked one of her skaters. The skater told me that she had left earlier with Sally and Roy. She followed up the remark by saying not to tell Sue who told me. This immediately told me that Sue’s skaters were aware that Sue was having an affair with Roy in my absence.

As it was near to time for the kids to be picked up from school I went over and parked outside the school expecting that Sue would arrive to collect the kids. As time passed I saw Cherie’s car pull up a couple of parks ahead of me. I got out of my car and walked down to her.

“Good day, stranger. What brings you to the school?”

“Hello, Goyse. Good to see you. I’ve come to collect the kids for Marg and Sue.”

“OK, I thought Sue would come to collect them. I was waiting for her.”

“Awe, she’s…..” Cherie hesitated obviously thinking of what to tell me then continued. “She’s busy at present.”

“I guess so, Cherie. How often have you been collecting the kids for her?”

“I’ve collected them a few times.”

“How many days, Cherie and I want the truth.”

 “OK, I’ll tell you. She asked me could they stay with me and Marg until you came back. The first day was the day that you flew over east.”

“Did she explain to you why or are you not willing to tell me?”

“She said it was for her skating but you deserve to know the truth, Goyse. She has shacked up with a guy called Roy. Everyone is talking about it so eventually, you will hear anyway. Just don’t tell her that I told you. Marg is pissed off at her. She wanted me to go over with her to call Sue out on it but I refused.”

“My good mate, Marg, she always has stuck up for me. Make sure that you tell her that I appreciate it. She’s a top chick. You’re a lucky lady, Cherie.”

“Why don’t you come home with me and tell her yourself. She would like to see you and you don’t come over very often these days.”

“Yes, I know, Cherie. I stay away more than I’d like to. I know you worry about us getting too close and I would not like to cause you any trouble.”

“I don’t think that you understand. I have never been worried about you with Marg. In fact, sometimes I even sent her to you. I know that you would never take her away from me. I trust you. That’s not the reason that I sometimes get upset.” She looked at me with a big frown on her face. I was trying to read her but unfortunately had no idea what was going on in her mind.

“You had better explain it then.”

“I always got upset because you looked after Sue who cheated on you every chance she got and she didn’t once consider your feelings. You always hugged Gay and I knew you invited her regularly into your bed while Sue was away. I often saw her sneaking into your bedroom at night and then sneaking back in the early morning. You treated Marg like she was a princess. I saw the way you look at her when you thought Sue wasn’t watching. But what did I get? I got ignored. Whenever I got close you pulled back from me.” I could see tears building up in her eyes.

“When Sue, Marg and Gay wanted to go shopping, I would stay home to spend some time with you and you would wander off into your office. I often made you a coffee while you were working in the office and you would say thank you and continue working. Once I even stayed there and remember what you said? You asked me was there something else that I wanted.” By this time the tears were running down her cheeks. She continued.

“Of course there was something else. I wanted you to take me in your arms and make love to me like we did before you came over to the west. Don’t you remember? You made love to Marg and me on the boat show weekend. Then I came up to Lyn’s place and the three of us spent the whole week together. We went everywhere together that week. It was the best week of my life. I still dream about it at night. You never once said to me that it had to end. You just left me hanging. Why do you think that I came over west with Marg? I wanted it to continue but you just ignored me like I didn’t matter.”

She had shocked me. I had no idea that she felt that way. I assumed that because she and Marg were an item that to approach her in any way would risk their relationship. I didn’t want to hurt her or Marg. I only made love to Marg because Cherie sent her to me.

“Come here, Cherie?”

 I took her in my arms and kissed her in front of all the mothers waiting to pick up their kids. They probably already knew that my wife was screwing around on me so why not give them something else to gossip about. I pulled back a little and licked her tears from her cheeks. She returned the most wonderful smile that I had ever seen from her.

“Cherie, I was trying to protect you and your relationship with Marg. I was not ignoring you but was keeping a little distance from you so that I didn’t cause you problems. When you sent Marg to me I assumed that seeing your partner paid attention was something that you enjoyed. A lot of people like others to pay special attention to their partners. I thought it put a little spice into your relationship. I thought I was helping you. I’m so sorry, Cherie. I would never want to hurt you. How can I make it up to you?”

“I could say take me home and make love to me but the kids are coming. Why not come home with us for dinner and spend the evening with Marg and me like we did on the boat show weekend.”

“I’d like to do that but I need to find Sue. She flies out in a few days’ time and I have to at least talk to her.”

“She’s too busy with Roy to worry about you. Right now Roy and Sally will be taking turns with her like they have been for the last two weeks. She will be so screwed up she will not know what day it is otherwise she would have been waiting for you to come home. We all knew you were flying in today so she must have known as well.”

“OK, I’ll come over for dinner with you and Marg. Let me go home and I’ll leave a note for Sue to ring me and then I’ll come over. Do you want me to take the kids?”

“No, I’ll take the kids with me that way I’ll have a guarantee that you will be over. Can you pick up one of your good reds on the way?”

“No worries. See you in about an hour.” She went to get into her car but I continued. “Cherie!”

She stopped and turned towards me. “Yes, Goyse.”

“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’ll do whatever I can to make it up to you.”

She smiled and replied. “I’ll keep you to that.” Then she climbed behind the steering wheel of her car. The kids arrived at the same time and both of them hugged me. I kissed both of them on the cheek and told them to go with Cherie and that I would be over soon.

I left the note for Sue and then went up to our bedroom and checked her bedside drawer. I was not surprised to see that her pills were still there with only two missing from when I had seen them two weeks before. The last four pills had not been taken. At least from my limited knowledge, I thought there was a good chance that she would not ovulate for at least another week. There was still a possibility that she could have had her period and then started another card of pills.  I cursed her, showered, dressed and left for Cherie’s and Marg’s place.  I had to find her tomorrow morning.

Marg met me with the kids both mine and hers at the door when I arrived. There were kisses and hugs all around. Marg surprised me by asking how Lyn was. It took me back a bit. I wondered if Lyn had talked to her or if their mum had spoken to Marg. I have never worked out which one it was.

When we entered the house, Marg told me that Cherie was in the kitchen and indicated for me to go in to her. When I entered the kitchen, Cherie threw both arms around me and gave me a long and passionate kiss. I responded.

“It feels so good to hold you,” she said, “Marg and I would like you to spend the night with us both. Marg tells me that you spent the two weeks with Lyn. I’d like to hear about it.”

“I’d love to spend the night with you girls.” I was not going to talk about Lyn and me so I continued. “Do you think that Marg would mind watching you and me? I want to make up for hurting you.”

“If I was Marg it would upset me so I think we have to include her. Come on, Goyse, I know how you feel about her. You don’t have to exclude her to make me feel good. She’s my partner. I want her to be happy. I would not like to hurt her.” 

“OK. I’ll pour a wine for us.”

Cherie indicated where the wine glasses were and I proceeded to pour a glass for the three of us. The kids had moved up to the back of the house and were busy playing games together. I went through and checked they were OK and then came back to Marg. I raised my glass to her in a toast and said, “To you and Cherie.”

She smiled at me and said, “To you and Lyn.” I ignored it but was a little concerned that she may know a little more than she should. I trusted her but was always aware that jealous people can sometimes do irrational things. I didn’t want the sisters fighting and seeking revenge on each other.  

Perhaps it was the fact that I didn’t respond, but she looked at me as if she was trying to read my mind and then said, “I’m happy for Lyn. She has suffered long enough with that bastard of a husband of hers. I hope it works out for you both. That bitch of yours deserves to be chucked on the scrap heap. Why don’t you leave her, take the kids and start a new life with Lyn?”

“Despite everything else Marg, I will not take the kids away from Sue. You should know that because we discussed this a few years ago. Sue may decide to leave me some time but until the kids have finished their education I will do everything possible to keep our family unit together.”

 “That’s exactly what Lyn said to me. Did you discuss it with her?”

“No, we didn’t discuss those type of things. We just sent time together enjoying each other’s company. We ate out, we walked and we talked. She’s pretty special that sister of yours.”

“Yes, unfortunately, she is too bloody special.”

“That’s not a nice thing to say about your sister.”

“Don’t worry, she knows how I feel about her. I love her to bits but when she takes the man that I want away from me and Cherie then I make damned sure she understands how I feel.”

“What can I say to that?”

“Don’t say anything. I just want you to know, that’s all.”

“Are you angry with me Marg?”

“Not really. I’ve known for a long time that you would not leave Sue for me. I was not willing to wait twenty years for you to walk away from her so I knew I had to move on with my life. It doesn’t make it any easier that my sister gets to spend two weeks with you when I would have liked for you to take Cherie and me with you. There is nothing that Lyn could do for you that Cherie and I could not have done better.”

“I know that Marg. Making love to you was always very special. There is no one who could ever satisfy me better than you did. We had some wonderful times together. Remember when I passed out from making love with you? When I opened my eyes, I saw the look of terror on your face. I could tell you thought you had killed me. You will always be special to me Marg no matter what happens in the future.”


“I don’t have to tell you that, Marg because you feel it too. You know that very special attraction that we had has been gradually getting away from us. You felt it escaping before I felt it. I know because on the weekend of the boat show I wanted us to leave and move over west and leave Sue and Ian behind but when I started to tell you, you cut me off.”

“I know. I’m a fool. I should have left with you there and then while I had the chance but we all make mistakes, don’t we? Later on, I wished I hadn’t done that. I don’t blame you and I’m glad we have talked about it. I want you to be happy with Lyn but I’m a little jealous.”

I put my arm around her and kissed her. She responded as she always did. I knew from that moment on we would always be friends.

 I was looking towards the kitchen as we talked and saw shadows. This made me aware that Cherie was close enough to us that she could hear everything that we said. I also knew she would be happy because despite her appearance of not being concerned I knew she loved Marg and didn’t want to lose her. Her main competition for Marg’s affection was now neutralized. She would know and expect me to spend time with them both when there was an opportunity but she would no longer see me as a threat. 

The meal was delicious. Our main focus was on the kids at that time. Once we had cleaned up the kids finished their playtime and went off to bed leaving the adults to their playtime. I was not keen because my heart was still with Lyn and my mind was concerned about my wife, Sue.

I knew I had pushed Sue into a situation that was going to give her more than just a sexual experience. I knew it was a danger to our relationship but I wanted her to be safe. She most certainly would not be safe walking the streets of one of the major eastern states cities searching for a donkey dick.

The biggest worry for me was that the relationship with Sally and Roy had started before her trip and so it had a longer time to develop. I also saw the old telltale signs of her kinky desire to take risks with pregnancy. I knew that if I didn’t take effective action and soon that she most likely would return home to me bearing Roy’s child that is if she wasn’t already pregnant.

The most worrying thing about it all is that I understood her kinky behaviour. Each time I thought about it I felt sexually aroused. My excitement stemmed from the night that she sat on Henry’s lap and took him totally unprotected knowing that she was ovulating on that very night. Had she not lost the baby I was quite prepared at that time to raise the child as my own.

Despite this, I had to protect my position. I had moved on since then. I did not want to spend the next twenty years raising someone else’s child. Time had changed things for me. There had been too many close encounters for both of us. Years ago she was my world. She was only part of it now. I now had someone that I was in love with and if Sue became pregnant I was going to Lyn to ask her to spend the rest of her life with me. For now, I had a night to spend with my good friends, Cherie and Marg.   

It was Cherie who took the lead. My discussion with her had given her a confidence that I hadn’t seen in her since the boat show. She now knew that I had only avoided her because I didn’t want to damage her relationship with Marg. She took my hand and led me to their bedroom. Marg followed a short distance behind. I looked over my shoulder and saw the worried expression on Marg’s face.

I faced a dilemma. Cherie wanted my attention. I knew from our discussion that it was an urgent need that she had but then there was Marg. Marg had never exhibited any signs of jealousy before so why the worried expression? If I were to focus my attention on Cherie was I going to hurt Marg and possibly their relationship? I needed to tread carefully.

Then there was me. Really I was not up for this. Emotionally, Lyn was the only person that I was presently interested in. My two weeks away with her had affected me to that extent. The way I presently felt I didn’t even know if I wanted to be with my wife so sexually I had little interest in what was about to happen. I was doing this for only one reason. I wanted Cherie to be happy so that she didn’t feel neglected.

Once we reached the bedroom Cherie started to undress me. I reached over as she was doing it and pulled Marg close to me and started to undress her. She then moved to start to undress Cherie. By my actions, I had involved Marg and I immediately saw a change in her demeanour. She smiled at me. She understood what I had done and she appreciated it. 

Cherie totally undressed me and I removed all of Marg’s clothes as well but Marg left Cherie’s panties and bra on her. She then took my hand and placed it on Cherie’s breast. She had left the final unwrapping of Cherie to me. Was it for my benefit or was she doing this for Cherie?

When I hesitated Marg smiled at me and nodded her head to indicate her approval. At this stage, I was not erect but the action of Cherie’s lover wanting me to undress her partner was the stimulation that I required and I felt my cock react. What was it in my nature that sexually aroused me when a person gave their lover away to someone else? Was this the real reason that Sue kept searching for new and better sexual partners? She always told me that I enjoyed it and that she did it for me as well as for her. Was it actually my fault? Could she see something in my character that I couldn’t, or was she slowly but surely brainwashing me?

With my renewed arousal all my doubts disappeared. I unclipped Cherie’s bra and then took her in my arms. I lifted her and placed her on her back on the bed. I then pulled Marg to my body and kissed her then hugged her so that I could whisper in her ear so that Cherie could not hear.

“You’re beautiful, Marg. I want you to enjoy tonight. It may be our last time together.”

“I know, Goyse. Thanks for doing this for me.” I moved away and as I did so I saw the tears welling up in her eyes. I kissed her again and then moved back to Cherie.

 Cherie was waiting patiently and lifted her but, indicating that she wanted me to remove her panties. I complied. Her love nest was very neatly trimmed. After all, Cherie was the one that I saw in my early days of cheating on my wife as the love goddess. She was beautiful. More than that, Cherie was absolutely gorgeous. No woman that I had ever met was as gorgeous as Cherie. She was a pin-up girl, slim and perfectly shaped. There was never one hair out of place on Cherie. I wondered how many thousands of men had hit on her wanting to have sex with this perfect woman. Yet Cherie rejected them all and chose my Marg and because of her contact with Marg, she wanted me. I was so damned lucky.

I understood Cherie’s fascination with oral sex and did not want to disappoint her. I moved down on her pussy and that familiar odour that I had experienced many years ago on the weekend of the boat show brought back pleasant memories. In those days she was a lost woman like my wife searching for that elusive satisfaction that I learned to understand didn’t come from the size or shape of one's sexual organs but from the attraction that one felt for their partner.

I believed that Cherie like me had come to that realization which had set her onto a well-defined course for her life with Marg. I was so disappointed that Sue, my wife had not yet come to that realization and I knew that it would eventually destroy her and our marriage. This realization, in turn, came from the fact that if Sue felt what I had then her search would have ended well before now. I also knew that I had moved on. Not more than a few months ago if Cherie had thrown herself at me I would have taken her up at breakneck speed but now I was hesitating. My time with Lyn had made that change in me. It was this moment in my life for the first time that I hoped and prayed that Sue didn’t return. 

I observed that Cherie's pussy had actually shrunk since I had been with her before. How marvellous was a woman's vagina that it could adapt to circumstances? If used regularly by donkey dicks it remained loose and stretched. If a woman had a child her ability to stretch amazed me and yet if not penetrated by anything of size over time the vagina contracted, never back to its state of a virgin but it tightened up considerably.

Cherie’s pussy was sweet of taste like Marg's and her sister, Lyn’s and yet it was different. I knew not to go straight to the target but to move around away from her slit but near enough that she could move to try to get me to lap at her entrance. Each time that she moved I moved with her as I had done many times with her partner and with my wife. This teasing was making her wet and I could see a tiny trickle of her clear juice appear from the bottom of her hole.

It was then that I moved down past her pussy towards her anus. She lifted her but to give me access which told me that she would enjoy this perhaps she was even hoping for it. The groan that issued from her lips told me the story of her pleasure. I moved back up and on the way, I collected that little droplet from her crack by just managing to touch the lower extremity of her pussy. The jerk of her hips showed me how much she wanted me to penetrate her but I wasn't ready to hand that pleasure to her yet.

I moved up one side of her pussy across just above where her little clit was showing its nose out between the top of her sizable flaps and then back down the opposite side towards her anus. Once again she lifted her hips and once again I heard that groan which changed to almost a moan as I made contact with her rear hole. It gave a little ‘wink’ as I touched it and this told me that I was having the desired effect on her.

This time on my travels I went so close to her slit that when she moved her hips I actually touched it but not for long as I expected her movement and moved with her. When I reached the flaps around her clit I allowed my tongue to lightly touch her little button. The jerk of her hips meant that I had to pull back. I once more saw her clear juice appear at the base of her pussy but instead of a droplet this time it ran out of her.

“Stop teasing me and lick my pussy, you bastard,” was her response. I couldn’t help a little chuckle and I was sure that she may not have heard it but she would feel it through her crotch. I raised my eyes and saw Marg sitting beside us intently watching me work over her partner. She saw me look and smiled. I lifted my head to make sure she saw me smile back at her. Cherie's response was to lift her hips to attempt to keep my contact with her. 

This time when I reached her anus I saw that her hole was actually opening and closing in a regular rhythm. I knew what that meant. Her orgasm was not too far off. As her little hole opened this time I pushed my tongue into the crevis.

“Oww, fuck,” was the response. I withdrew and moved up towards her pussy. The juices were now running from her hole and her entrance had opened slightly in her excitement. I ran my tongue right up to the centre of her slit but not penetrating her to any degree. This time when her hips lifted her pussy opened up considerably further. I knew that she sought penetration but I wanted to delay a little longer so focused my attention on her clit which was now clearly visible to me and the tip of it seemed to have swelled.

With my contact with her clit, she became much more verbal with her issuing a string of “Oooh’s” and “Aahh’s”. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the effect it was having on Marg who then moved across to Cherie pulling her upper body toward her initially kissing her then moving down to take a tit in her mouth and the other in her hand. I was no longer the focus of attention for either woman. It was as if I now was just the instrument of Cherie’s pleasure. I didn’t mind at all. I was doing this for them, not for me.

With her juices now running from her like a sexual river I knew it was time for me to penetrate her. I moved up along her body. Both girls realised what I was about to do. Marg moved to the side again while Cherie hunched her back in preparation for what was about to happen. As I started to penetrate her she placed her arms around my neck and pulled me down into a prolonged kiss. Once again this worried me because it indicated that to Cherie this was more than just a sexual encounter. I had fully penetrated her by the time she broke away from the kiss. I looked across to Marg to gauge her reaction. She was no longer smiling so I reached out and pulled her across to kiss me.

Marg’s kiss was as erotic and prolonged as Cherie’s. When we broke the kiss I plastered her with a shower of little kisses on her nose, her cheeks and then her neck before returning to Cherie. I had placed my arm behind Marg as I kissed her but did not retract it so that as I moved down towards Cherie, Marg was forced to come with me. This meant that I could alternate kisses between Cherie and Marg. Marg understood what I was doing and then started to kiss Cherie once I broke away from her.

I moved my hand slowly down across Margs body towards her rump. I felt her move her body across towards Cherie’s to allow me access to her little treasure box. As I touched her I could feel how wet she was. Despite limited contact, she was becoming sexually aroused.   

Cherie had started humping towards me the moment that I had penetrated her. I met every one of her thrusts with one of mine. Our thrusts were becoming more and more urgent as time passed. Hers because of her arousal, mine because I was the object of her excitement and didn’t want to disappoint. Her groans and moans were becoming more and more intense and louder as time passed. Suddenly she let out an almighty howl and I could feel her body start to convulse as her orgasm overtook her.  

 I slowed my movements as Cherie’s moment of pleasure passed. My latter region was soaked and messy with her juices. I could feel her body relaxing under me as my movements slowed. Under different circumstances, I may have continued working on her but my mind was elsewhere at the moment and I knew that Marg also had expectations of me.

I had continued to play with Margs tight little pussy for the last five minutes of working Cherie and she was also very wet. I could tell by her movements what her expectations were for me. She had kissed Cherie through her excitement. I knew that Cherie’s orgasm had a considerable effect on Marg’s body.  I had felt the increase in moisture that issued from her as Cherie reached her climax.   

Slowly I withdrew from Cherie. She looked deeply into my eyes as I did so as if to say “what are you doing?” but she said nothing. I moved my body across on top of Marg and placed the head of my palus at her entrance. Her hips lifted to give me the access that she desired and ever so slowly I pushed into her.

I saw that familiar opening of her mouth which was one of the many things about this lady that I once loved. At that exact moment, I had a feeling rush through my body and mind, that feeling was regret. I regretted that our timing in the past had never been coordinated enough that we had an opportunity to live our life together. Had things come together I was sure that we could have been very happy. I couldn't help it. I told her that she was beautiful and she was beautiful, not only in looks but in feel.

She moved very slowly savouring the moment knowing me well enough that I would respond to her movement and control. She knew I took pride in providing my lovers with pleasure and except for exceptional circumstances would not seek mine until she achieved hers. Cherie was there but neither of us showed her any interest. She had her time it was now Marg’s and mine.

Marg’s arms went around my neck but it didn’t take any pressure because I knew what she wanted. I kissed her. The kiss was long and passionate. As we kissed I felt the bed move and knew that it was Cherie leaving us. I heard her say, “I’ll clean up,” but I didn’t see her leave. This moment was ours. We both knew this would perhaps be our last opportunity to express our affection for each other and no one, not even Cherie was going to interrupt that.

Our movements continued at a slow pace. When we weren’t kissing we were looking into each other's eyes. In the background, I heard Cherie leave the bathroom. I answered her with an “OK” when she said she was going downstairs although the meaning of what she said didn’t register at the time.

We kissed, we cuddled and we made love. There was no hurry we just wanted to enjoy each others company. The atmosphere felt erotic. It felt special. Nothing else mattered. Cherie had hers and now it was our turn and we both wanted it to last, and last, and last.

Who knows how many hours it was, perhaps two, maybe three, perhaps more but I noticed that Margs breathing was becoming a little bit irregular and her thrusts just a little bit more urgent. I felt that she was wetter than she had been and when I kissed her she was working my lips just that little bit harder. I had been fighting off my orgasm for some time and when I do that it leads to intense pleasure that is difficult to describe.

Some men when they masturbate like to edge. I had tried that to understand what it was like and the feeling that I got when I held back for some time was very similar except it was continuous. The problem that I always had when I held back too long is that I had trouble cumming when I wanted to. With this in mind, I worked towards cumming. I focused my mind on my recent time with Lyn.

Marg’s movements were becoming very urgent now and she was moaning and groaning loudly. Her eyes were closed and her head was pushed back into the pillow. I knew that I was only a few strokes away from cumming when I felt her pussy start to go into a series of contractions.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oooohhhh, fuuuuucccckkkkk me,” she screamed. I couldn’t hold out anymore and I came and I came and I came and I came. It felt like my whole body was being shot out through the little orifice in the head of my cock. It went on and on and on and I knew what the end result would be.     

When I recovered the first thing I saw was Marg’s worried face. It brought back memories of our time together years before when we had been out walking together and booked into a local motel. Over a period of time that become our own special little hideaway. It had caused us problems because while recovering on one occasion I had told Marg that I loved her and that had raised her expectations, expectations that at that time I could not meet.

I looked into Marg’s eyes and smiled. “You did it to me again,” I said.

“I sure did,” she replied.

“Did I say anything?”

“Hhmm, you mentioned my sister, Lyn.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cause you any concern.”

“Hey, I’m a big girl. I know you have this thing for Lyn.”

“But I mean, I’m sorry, really sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I said that I know that. You don’t need to push the point so hard.”

“Marg, come here. I need to explain something to you. It’s important.”

She was moving away from me but with that, she came closer to me. I placed my arm around her neck and pulled her close to me. Out lips were no more than two inches apart.

“Marg, you are very important to me. I don’t want to lose you. If my being with Lyn is going to ruin our friendship it won’t happen. That’s how important you are in my life.”

“Don’t be stupid. Lyn thinks the sun shines out of your arse. If you pull away from her you will break her heart and if that happens I will never forgive you.”

“So, how do we handle this?”

“I guess we will continue to be friends. Not that I ever had any doubt about it. You know that if you end up with Lyn then sex is out of the question.”

“I told you this may be our last time together. Would you be OK with just spending time with Lyn and I without expecting more?”

“We could send Lyn out shopping with a few dollars in her pocket. She never could turn down a shopping trip especially if someone else is paying.”

“You’re evil. Remind me never to turn my back on you.”

We laughed together. I looked around the room and asked, “Where is Cherie?”

“When she gets upset she goes and sleeps with the kids. I’ll go and get her.”

“No, you stay here. I’ll fetch her.”

I walked down the passageway and opened the door into the kid's room. I heard her sniffle before she realized I was there. I lay down beside her and looked into her eyes. They were red and the remnants of her tears were still there. I licked them off her cheeks. She braved a smile but I knew it was forced.   

“She loves you very much, Cherie. You’re a very lucky lady to have such a wonderful lover. Thanks for letting me be with her one more time.”

“She’s still in love with you, Goyse. I think that I am too. I’m just sad because you can’t give me what you give her, that’s all.”

“We made beautiful love, Cherie, you and I.”

“Yes, I know. It was beautiful but it wasn’t love, it was sex. Marg once told me that you didn’t know how to have sex with a woman you make love with them. She only believed that because that is how you do it with her. With her you make love. To me you have sex.”

“I’m sorry, Cherie. You’re a very good friend and I would never want to hurt you. Come on, come back to bed with us. We want you there with us. We miss you.”

“Do I have to?”

“Come on, Marg’s worried about you. You’re her special lover. She needs you.”

“Yes, we are her special lovers aren’t we.”

With that, she got up and I followed her back to her bed. Marg took her into her arms while I sat back and watched. They whispered to each other and kissed a good many times until dawn. I heard my phone ring but chose to ignore it for now. I dozed off for about an hour and when I awoke Marg and Cherie were wound around each other sleeping peacefully. I got up and silently left the room to check my phone.

The call was from Sue. I called her back.

“Where are you, honey. I came home and found you missing.”

“When you weren’t home I went with the kids to Marg and Cherie’s place. They put me up for the night.”

I bet they did. Up what or which one would be my question. Come on home, honey. I’ve got something for you.”

“And what’s that?”

“Put it this way, I haven’t showered. Remember last time, you didn’t want me to clean up.”

“That sounds sick.”

“Just hurry home. I’m waiting for you and I’m horny as hell.”

I got in my car and headed home. There were many things for Sue and me to talk about and it was less than forty hours before she flew east for the roller skating championships. Once they were over I would be on my way to the US with Lyn to the world water skiing championships. Anything that we had to say to each other had to be said now or not for at least another five or six weeks. I needed to make sure that she was protected before she flew out on the plane east.

As I drove towards home my mind was a jumble of ideas and concerns.


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