Singularity: in dynamical and social systems, a context in which a small change

   can cause a large effect.

   In other terms, a stable point of infinite density.

In-spiral, coalescence, ringdown:

   the three discreet stages in the merger of two or more black holes

   or singularities, the final stage being dramatic and resulting in

                either the destruction of all bodies involved if the merger fails,

   or the formation of a new, stable singularity if it succeeds.

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Characters:

J – me.

C – my wife.

Sue – a young woman in her early 30’s. Entirely fictional.

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It all started when the phone rang. I hate it when it does that.

“Hello?”

“Hi, J. It’s Sue. I was wondering if you and C would be free Saturday? Come round, we’ll have some food, drink, and a damn good natter.”

“Sounds good,” I reply, wondering what she’s really after. “4-ish?” I ask.

“Perfect. See you then!”

I put the phone down. “Sue’s up to something,” I call out.

“Oh?” you say, appearing in a doorway.

“Wants us to go round Saturday, 4-ish, for food, drink and chat.”

“What excuse did you use for us not going?”

“None,” I reply. “We’re going. Something’s up and I want to know what.”

- - -

Some background: Sue is C’s best friend. She’s known her for years. She’s in her early 30’s and married to a rather distant bloke called Robert. She’s blonde, wearing it short, and she’s very petite. Goes running for exercise, swims, etc.

I have a monstrous crush on her. C’s aware of this and while I wouldn’t say she’s happy about it, she knows nothing would ever happen. I’m ludicrously loyal to C.

Saturday rolls around. I’m slightly surprised to find I’m excited about going. That’s not normally like me but, as I mentioned, I have a monstrous crush on Sue. I can’t help it. She ticks all my ‘sexy college-girl’ fantasy boxes, and even better actually looks like someone in their late-teens even though, as previously mentioned, she’s early 30’s.

We’re both dressed casually in jeans and t-shirts, and I’ve even persuaded you to wear a bra. That took some doing. 4-pm rolls around and we’re at Sue’s door. She opens it before I even have chance to ring the bell.

“Come in!” she cries. We come in and close the door behind us, before handing over a couple of bottles. It’s the done thing, after all.

“Come through,” Sue says. We follow her into the front room. “Sit, sit.” she says. We sit.

Sometimes my senses go into overdrive slightly, and dump a bunch of info into my head. Right now they’re telling me a few things. One, Sue has had a drink. She’s not drunk, but she’s not entirely sober either. Two, she’s a bit manic. Which leads to Three, she’s scared about something.

I notice something. “Robert not here yet?” I ask.

“He won’t be. He’s...away, currently.” Sue replies. My “it’s a trap” senses start ringing. Something about how she said that makes me think there’s more to the situation than she’s letting on, and I’m more convinced than ever that she’s scared. I glance at you and I can tell by your face that you’ve picked up on it as well. Something’s wrong.

I look at you again and raise my eyebrows slightly. You nod.

“Sue?” I ask. “Is everything okay? Because I get the feeling that everything isn’t okay.”

She looks at us and her face falls. “No,” she whispers. “I think Robert and I are breaking up, and it’s all my fault.”

“You know us,” I say. “We’re damn good listeners, if you want to talk about it. If you just want to have a few drinks, a pizza, and talk nonsense then that’s okay as well. But I sort of get the feeling that you asked us over for a reason.”

Sue looks at us and nods.

“I do. Want to talk about it, I mean. But...it’s personal. Very personal. And bits of it are...not nice.”

Safe to say we have no idea what Sue’s talking about.

“I would like to talk about it, because I need to and I don’t know who else I can trust. But...it’s personal, like I say. Sexual. So...I need a drink, and I’m getting you guys a drink as well.”

We don’t protest, because I think Sue’s right – we’ll all need a drink. I’ve no actual idea what’s coming and some liquid courage might be good.

She returns with a distressingly large vodka, and two equally-sized malts. She hands them to us, then takes a large pull on hers.

“Are you...sure about this? You’re going to learn things about me that you don’t know, and I’m terrified that I’ll lose you as friends.” She’s looking distraught.

“Sue,” I reply, “I obviously don’t know what it is you’re about to reveal, but to some extent at least I know you. And I’m sure that whatever it is, it’s not that bad.”

“How do you want to begin?” you ask, finally able to get a word in.

Sue gets up, walks over and hugs you, hard. I grin a soppy grin, because that tells me everything is probably going to be okay. Sue breaks off from you, turns, and hugs me. I wasn’t expecting that. One of my hands accidentally I swear drops to her ass before I realise and reposition it. I swear I hear Sue giggle softly.

She disappears briefly, returning with the bottles. She refreshes all our glasses – not that C and I had had much – then takes a big drink, and sits down.

“The problem between Robert and I is sexual. I recently opened up to him about a fantasy I have. In fact it’s a fantasy I’ve had since I was fourteen, fifteen or so. I...what?” she’s looking at me.

“Sorry,” I say. “I know it’s wrong but I was trying to picture what you looked like at fifteen, given that you look like you’re fifteen now.”

“J,” you say, “can you please stop fantasising about our friend as jailbait?”

“I wasn’t fantasising!” I protest.

“Really,” you reply, then pointedly place your hand on my crotch which contains evidence to the contrary.

“Okay, I admit it, I may have been a little. Sorry. Carry on?”

“For what it’s worth,” Sue replies, “I looked much the same as now. I’m lucky in that way. I was a little fresher, a little bustier actually, but otherwise pretty much as you see me now.”

I can’t help it – I picture a slightly fresher, bustier version of Sue. I picture her naked. It’s a very pleasing image and I growl, very softly.

“So…” Sue says around a suddenly dry mouth. She coughs and starts again. “So, the fantasy. It’s been developed and changed over the years, of course, but at its heart it’s remained pretty solid. It’s...not a nice fantasy. Are you sure you want me to tell you? Once you hear it you can’t un-hear it.”

“Yes,” you reply.

“We’re good,” I add. “But same goes for you...if you get too uncomfortable at any point, just stop. You don’t owe us anything and the last thing we want is for you to feel forced.” I can see you nodding in agreement.

“God, I wish Robert was like that,” Sue says. I feel a twinge of guilt, for no readily apparent reason.

“Ok then,” she says. “It’s like this.”

Interlude – Sue’s fantasy.

“I’ve always had an active sex-drive. Sometimes, very active. I know I was masturbating before puberty, around age twelve or so. After I started developing physically it went into overdrive. I would have been seventeen when I first started to form this fantasy. To be clear, I had no real sexual experience. I’d never kissed anyone. Touched anyone. I didn’t even have any real toys. I was seventeen, it’s a little hard to ask your Mum for a vibrator for your birthday. All I had was my imagination.

One of my girlfriends had stolen a porno mag from her brother, and brought it to show me. I was fascinated. I begged her to let me borrow it, and she just gave it to me. I think she was slightly disgusted with it. Not me, though. I leafed through it late at night, after Mum and Dad had gone to bed. It wasn’t so much a magazine as some sort of omnibus edition, like a year’s worth of a magazine rolled into a single volume. There was a lot to it, is what I’m saying.

I’d never seen people actually having sex before. The nearest I ever got was late night Hammer films or the occasional French film on Channel 4. This magazine was an eye-opener. And, to be frank, a leg opener. I wanked so much to it over the next few days, savouring each new image, each new story. It was all I could think about during the day. Mum kept me off college for a day, thinking I had a fever. She’s wasn’t exactly wrong…

I was fascinated by the sight of the men’s cocks, and the sight of them disappearing into the women. One picture had a woman – a petite Asian girl - astride one man, sucking off another, while a third penetrated her ass. It took me a while to realise that’s what was happening – at first I thought it was just two men penetrating her..er...normally. When it dawned on me that I was looking at anal sex I rolled over and, frankly, almost wanked myself unconscious. Something about that act turned me on so much. It took me a while to rationalise it, but the degradation, the domination, appealed on some deep, animal level. I wasn’t even a quarter of the way through the book, but I went back to the start and looked at it again with fresh eyes. And I realised that the images where the woman – or women – were being dominated, forced, were the ones that turned me on the most.

I got to the part I’d already reached and continued, and almost immediately ran into a bondage photoshoot. Women tied up, tied down. Restrained, and then fucked. My mouth went dry. I spent the next hour doing what I could to recreate what I was looking at. I slipped my bra down so it restrained my arms as best I could. I clasped my hands behind my back and looked at myself in the mirror. My bra cups were dragged down and my breasts were bare. My nipples were erect. I looked dishevelled. Vulnerable. I lay on the bed, face down with my pillow between my legs, grinding as I whispered “please don’t fuck me, sir! Please don’t fuck me! I’m a virgin!” And I came so very, very hard...”

Sue breaks off briefly. “You okay?” she asks me, because I’ve involuntarily made some sort of noise.

I don’t trust myself to speak. You reach over and, again, place your hand on my crotch. I yelp.

“Thought so,” you say. “He’ll be fine, but you’re describing a really hot fantasy about a masturbating college girl experimenting with bondage. It’s entirely possible you’ve broken his brain slightly.”

“It’s...not a fantasy,” Sue says. “I haven’t got to the fantasy yet. This is what actually happened before.”

“Trust me, Sue, it’ll be a fantasy for him going forwards, I promise.”

Sue has a look on her face best described as ‘complicated’. I can’t imagine there are many magazine articles about “how to cope when you talk about yourself as a college-girl-in-heat, wanking herself into a stupor over a hard-core porno mag, and your friend is now mad-horny for you.”

Mind, I’m not the only one. I glance over at you and despite your bra your nipples are clearly taking an interest in events, and your legs are arranged in a pose I recognise as ‘getting slightly squirmy’.

“Do you...need a minute?” Sue asks. Not going to lie, I’d really like to just drag you...or Sue, because she’s gorgeous and I have a pulse...somewhere for 30 seconds and blow off some steam, emphasis on ‘blow’. But I get a grip. Or, rather, I place my hands by my sides and very pointedly don’t get a grip.

“I’m good,” I lie.

“O...kaaay…” Sue says, clearly not believing me due to the fact that she has eyes and a functioning brain.

“Where was I? Oh, yes…”

Interlude – Sue’s fantasy – the next bit.

“This went on for the next few days. I slowly devoured the book, and always it was the more forceful pictures that really got to me. And then, towards the end, there was a photostory that became the basis for my fantasy.

It depicted a young woman in running gear in the woods. Shorts, t-shirt, hair tied back. With a gasp of surprise I realised she looked a lot like me...same hair style, colour, similar bust sizes. Even our faces were similar. It was like looking at some alternate-reality version of me.

She’s running through the woods. She’s listening to something on her headphones, not paying attention. She slows, looks around. She’s taken a wrong turn and she’s lost. Suddenly a man appears from behind a tree. He’s dirty, ugly. Looks like a tramp. And he has a knife. He stands behind her, holding the knife to her throat, and feels her up. The hand not holding the knife dips under her t-shirt, lifting it, then feeling her tits roughly. Then it descends and disappears into her shorts. She struggles but he’s too strong. He’s laughing.

He drags her through the woods to a small cabin. He opens the door one-handed, throws her through, then he also enters the cabin and shuts the door.

The next picture is a few minutes later. He’s got her arms tied behind her. He raises her t-shirt, dragging it up and over her head, down her arms, adding to the restraint. She’s not wearing a bra and her breasts are bare, her nipples dark. She’s crying.

He drags her shorts down, then her panties. She’s naked. Helpless.

And then he strips. He’s ugly and his cock is weird. It’s long but bent in a funny way like it’s deformed somehow. He forces it into her mouth, making her suck him. She looks revolted but she’s powerless. She daren’t bite him because he still has the knife somewhere.

The next few photos are clever – they show the passage of time by the sun in the sky, interspaced by what he’s doing to her. First he uses her mouth. In the next shot he’s fucking her pussy from behind, holding her legs open so we can see his penis disappearing into her. Her face is wet with his fluids. In the next they’re in the same position but now he’s buggering her. His cum is leaking out of her pussy, and she looks like she’s screaming.

It’s clear many hours go by while he rapes her constantly. At the end, when he’s finally done, she’s lying there exhausted. She’s covered in his fluids. His cum. It’s coating her breasts. Her face. There’s a lot trickling out of her pussy, pooling between her legs. Some is even oozing out of her ass. It’s clear he’s fucked her in every hole, more than once.

In the end he lets her get dressed, and she runs, sobbing, from the cabin. Only to be grabbed a mile down the road by another man. And that’s where it ended.

I looked at that photoshoot so many times. It fascinated me. I kept putting myself in her place, wondering how it would feel to have that warped cock thrust into my every hole. I was a seventeen year old girl who was starting to develop rape fantasies...

Sue closes her eyes, wriggles. Her right hand moves as though to go between her legs, then she forces it back before, with a cry, she gets up and bolts for her bedroom.

“What?” I ask, confused and slightly worried. You hold a hand up.

“Wait for it…” you say. You’re listening intently.

Then, from behind the bedroom door, there comes a sound. A sound I like very much.

The sound of a woman having an orgasm.

“Oh, come on!” I cry. “That’s not fair!”

“She’s not done yet, trust me,” you say. “She’ll be a good five minutes.”

You look at me and slowly lift your t-shirt up, exposing your bra. My brain short-circuits and I lunge for your breasts, feeling you, groping you, pinching your nipples through the fabric. You gasp, just as another orgasmic wail comes from behind the bedroom door. My hand moves lower, and I start to undo your jeans. You force my hand away. “No time,” you explain, before getting on the floor between my knees and undoing my jeans, extracting my painfully hard member. You lick it once, sending a bolt of electricity through me, then take me in your mouth, sucking vigorously. I throw my head back in ecstasy. I can already feel my orgasm boiling up. I reach down, hold your head in both hands, and work my hips. Seconds later, and with a strangled cry, I cum, coating your mouth. You cling to me, lips pressed hard up against the base of my shaft as wave after wave of pleasure pulses through me.

I look down at you lovingly, as you slowly pull away. There’s a smear of my cum on your lips and I swear I feel my dick twitch, even though I’ve only just this second cum.

“Thank you,” I whisper, and look up. To see Sue standing in the bedroom doorway, watching us.

“Oh, crap.” I genuinely don’t know how to react. I see you look at me, then look behind you. And you smile.

Sue walks over to where you’re still kneeling in front of me.

“Sue,” I say, “I’m so, so sor…”

“Shh,” she says. “It’s okay. I promise.” She kneels next to you, looks at you, at your face with my cum still on it, then looks at my cock, still hard although very confused.

“May I?” Sue asks you. You look a little hesitant, but then nod.

Wow, I think. But Sue surprises me, because instead of doing what I thought she was going to do, she instead leans forward and kisses you.

Didn’t see that one coming.

At first you jerk back slightly – to the best of my knowledge you’ve never kissed or been kissed by another woman, and you’ve never mentioned being curious. But Sue is slow and gentle and, gradually, you get into it. She kisses you softly, lovingly, her lips barely grazing yours, giving you time to pull away.

But you don’t.

Instead, you start returning them. Sue starts to be a bit more passionate, pressing her lips to yours properly. You bring your hands up behind her, cupping her head and, seconds later, you’re both full-on snogging. She’s tonguing you and you’re returning the favour eagerly. I realise Sue can taste me on your tongue, and that’s a weird realisation.

I’m captivated. Spellbound. Painfully hard.

Sue breaks away from you, panting slightly. Your eyes look a little wild but, overall, you’re coping magnificently. Sue looks at my erection, then looks at me.

“I’ll take care of you later...if I may?” she asks you.

“We’ll see.” you say, clearly not yet open to the idea of me being pleasured by another woman. Which is understandable.

Sue returns to her seat. “I’ll start telling you the fantasy. You have to understand you’re going to be hearing what is essentially version 5.12b, as it were. It’s evolved and become detailed over the years. I must remind you...it’s not nice. I know that. It’s horrible, in fact. If you want to back out and we just, you know fuck around as it were, now’s the time.”

I’m definitely tempted by the ‘fuck around’ prospect but I know you’re not, so instead I nod. “Fine by me. C?”

You nod as well.

“Okay,” Sue says. “Here goes.”

Sue’s fantasy. Finally.

“It starts out much the same as that porn mag. I’m running in the woods. I’ve turned nineteen just the week before. I’m more buxom in my fantasy than I was in real life, and my tits are bouncing in a way I find exciting. I’m not wearing a bra, because I love the feel of them moving, my nipples caressing the fabric of my t-shirt.

I’m wearing running shorts, a t-shirt, and not much else. I’ve got a music player strapped to my waist and I’m listening to something. I’m not paying much attention. I know these woods pretty well, but only certain portions of them. Today, I decide to explore a little. I jog left down a path that I would normally jog right at. I continue for a couple of miles...I was nineteen and had limitless energy. I come to a part of the woods I’ve never been to before. I stop, because off to one side there’s a cabin. It’s actually hard to see, blending into the background. If I hadn’t been looking right at it, I’d never have seen it.

A man emerges from behind a tree. I never know his name, or that of his brother. I only know him as ‘the short one’, and his brother as ‘the tall one’.

He approaches me.

“Hello, Sue,” he says. I’m shocked. I know for a fact I don’t know him, so how does he know my name?

“You’re coming with us.” he says. I feel arms come around me. The tall one has grabbed me from behind, lifted me off the ground. I scream, and they laugh.

“No-one for miles around, girly.” the short one says. “Scream all you want. And you will want.”

They carry me into the cabin and throw me onto a bed. The tall one slips a pair of cuffs over my ankles. They’re secured to the bed. I struggle but can’t get my legs free.

“What do you want?” I ask, fearfully.

“You.” the short one replies. “More to the point, your body. We’re going to have a lot of fun with it.”

“You can’t!” I cry. “I don’t want you to!”

“We don’t care,” the tall one replies. “We’re going to fuck you, girl. We’re going to spend the rest of the day fucking you in every hole, repeatedly. When you leave here, if you’re not pregnant then it won’t be for lack of trying.”

The tall slips a hand under my t-shirt and gropes one of my breasts. He pinches the nipple and it feels like a bolt of lightning explodes between my legs. I gasp. He withdraws his hand, then delves inside my shorts, inside my panties. He tugs on my pubic hair.

I start to panic.

“I’ll report you! You’ll never get away with it! You’ll die in prison!” I cry.

“No, Sue, you won’t. We won’t. We’ve been doing this for twenty years or more. I’ve lost count of the number of women we’ve...’entertained’...here over the years. I bet you even know a few of them. I know for a fact you know one. Because, Sue, you’re special. You’re a first for us.”

“Wha...why” I ask.

“You’re special because about eighteen years ago we had a grand time with a girl only a couple of years older than you are now. We fucked her, and fucked her, and fucked her. And when we eventually got bored we let her go. But before that, we fucked her a lot. Pumped a lot of cum into her womb. Into her mouth and arse as well, but the womb bit is important. Because you know her. Her name’s Jen.”

I start to protest that I don’t know anyone called Jen, but then my mouth goes dry with horror. Because I do know a Jen. It’s just I know her as Jennifer. But mostly I know her as…

“Mum?” I whisper, horrified.

The tall man nods.

“Yep. eighteen years ago we entertained your mum.”

“You mean you raped her!” I shout.

“To begin with, yeah. But you know what? After an hour she got into it. Loved it. Wanted more. She loved my cock up her arse while my brother stuck his down her throat. God, I came in her so much. Must have fertilised her pussy six or seven times.”

“Six,” the short one replies. “I fertilised it eight times.”

“That’s right,” the tall one says. “See, girl, my brother and I are special. Most men, they cum once, maybe twice, and they’re done. Not us. We just keep going, and going, and going. When we fucked your Mum there wasn’t a single minute throughout the day when she didn’t have at least one of our cocks in her body. Between us I bet we pumped a couple of pints of cum into her. I bet if your Dad goes down on her now, he’ll still taste us.”

I look revolted. The short one laughs.

“Although,” he says, “it’s funny. Because we fucked your Mum but good, pumped her full of our cum, and less than a year later you come along. So you see, Sue, the reason you’re special, the reason you’re a first for us is...you may well be our daughter.”

I look absolutely horrified.

“But...if that’s true...you can’t do...that...to me!”

“Yeah, we can,” says the tall one. “It’s rare you get a first time, and you’d be the first girl we fucked who’s only here because we fucked someone else. You can’t deny us that.”

Abruptly, the short one cups my breasts through my t-shirt, before grabbing the hem and wrenching it over my head and down my arms. But he doesn’t remove it entirely – he leaves it around my arms, restraining me. His hands return to my tits. He gropes them, squeezes them, pinches my nipples harshly. I’m pleading with him to leave me alone but he ignores me. The tall one dives his hand back inside my shorts and knickers, starts fingering my slit. He undoes my shorts then yanks them down, followed by my panties. My legs are still restrained and he leaves them around my ankles. I’m almost totally naked, being groped by two men who have stated they’re going to rape me.

The tall one returns his fingers to my slit, running up and down it. The short one starts to caress my breasts instead of mauling them, then runs his palms over my nipples. Another bolt of lightning goes off between my legs.

“She liked that,” the tall one says. “She’s getting wet.”

I’m horrified. I can’t be liking this, but my body is betraying me. My nipples are stiff, my clit feels swollen, and I can feel the moisture forming. I whimper. The tall one positions his thumb at my entrance, and slowly pushes it in. I scream. He starts working it in and out when the short one pinches my nipples again, I scream again, because about half an orgasm swept through me. I’m sobbing in shame.

“Your Mum was the same. Struggled, resisted, screamed, but her body wanted it. Sluttiness runs in your family. And it’ll be running down your legs soon enough.”

The tall one replaces his thumb with a finger, then another one. He works them into me, deeper than I’ve ever had before. I open my mouth to scream again, and something fills it. With a shock I realise the short one has forced his cock into my mouth.

“I feel this needs saying, girl: if you bite me, I’ll hurt you. Badly. Do you understand me?”

I nod, scared.

“Then start sucking me.”

I don’t know what to do. I’ve never even seen a real penis before, much less touched one, much less sucked one. The short one starts to thrust in and out of my mouth.

I feel my knees spread. I try to look down to see what’s happening but the short one takes hold of my head, preventing me. The tall one still has two fingers in me but suddenly I feel another sensation: he’s started licking me down there. My body betrays me utterly as I cum, screaming around the cock in my mouth. The short one shouts in pleasure and thick, sticky fluid erupts into my mouth. He forces his cock all the way into my mouth and the final spurts go down my throat.

“Ahhh!” he says, “I love it when they cum around my cock. You’ll be sucking it like a pro before the day’s out.”

The tall one is still licking me. He clearly knows exactly what to do because I can’t help myself. I finally free my arms from the t-shirt and I reach down, but instead of trying to push him away I pull him into me instead. The short one holds my head in one hand, his cock still in my mouth. He strokes my hair, almost lovingly. I use my tongue on him and he grins. “Good girl,” he says.

- - -

Sue breaks off. It’s fair to say we’re all in a bit of a state. My hand is buried inside your jeans and I’m fingering your clit. Your head is thrown back. My cock is painfully hard and painfully visible.

“Dear God,” Sue whispers, “I need someone to make me cum. Please!”

I feel you shudder as you cum, Sue’s entreaty pushing you over the edge. And then I ask you a really loaded question: “May I please make Sue cum?”

You look at me, conflicted. I have, in effect, just asked for permission to be unfaithful to you.

“Please!” Sue whispers, desperate.

“O...kay,” you say. “But no fucking her.”

“I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t last more than a second or two anyway.”

I get up, walk over to Sue, and look at her. “Remove your jeans,” I order. Sue likes to be dominated, that much is clear, and I’m more than happy to oblige.

Sue stands and undoes her jeans. She looks over at you. You’re staring at her intently, and you nod. Slowly, Sue lowers her jeans to her ankles, then kicks them away. Under them she’s wearing red lacy panties that are, I can’t help noticing, sopping wet.

“Sit. On the edge of the chair.”

She does so. I look back at you and you slowly nod again. Permission to proceed: granted.

I kneel in front of Sue, place my hands on her knees, look her in the eyes and spread her legs. She gasps.

I reach under her, grip her bum in both hands. It’s a lovely bum.

And then I bury my face in her crotch.

Sue screams.

Her hands come down, grasp my head, and pull me into her. I slide my tongue inside her panties. I’ve only ever gone down on one other woman before, and she’s currently watching the proceedings avidly. I squeeze her buttocks, and tongue her furiously. She throws her head back, screams again, grabs my head hard, and cums.

And cums.

And cums.

Let me make something clear: if they gave awards for oral sex, I wouldn’t receive one unless there’s one for “he tries his best, bless him”. I’m no expert. But oral sex is like pizza: even when it’s bad, it’s still quite good. And Sue was worked up to an enormous degree.

I start to pull away and I hear you shout “Keep going, you wally!”

It’s possibly the most unexpected encouragement you’ve ever given me, and who am I to refuse? I pull Sue’s panties to one side and resume my attentions. Sue is sobbing, writhing. She cums again. I force one finger into her, then another. I lick her clit, and she cums again. Out of the corner of my eye I can see you: you’ve discarded your own jeans, and any sense of shame, and are lying on the carpet masturbating furiously. I hear your orgasm, even as Sue tries to drown it out with another of her own.

I feel Sue’s hands start to push me away and I immediately break off, scared I’ve done something wrong. But Sue smiles at me. “Come here,” she says.

Not sure where this is going, I stand up and lean in. Sue leans in to me and kisses me, passionately. “Thank you!” she says. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! And thank you,” she says to you. “Thank you for sharing him.”

I look a little embarrassed, unfamiliar with having third-parties complement me on my oral sex technique. You look a little embarrassed because this is definitely the weirdest way you’ve ever helped someone.

“I’d love to return the favour, but I know C wouldn’t like that,” Sue says. Not going to lie, I do feel a little disappointed.

“You can,” I hear you say.

What?! In my head I swear I hear the Hallelujah Chorus playing.

“Could you please repeat that?” I croak.

“Sue can...thank you. Return the favour. No fucking, but anything else is...okay. I guess. Jesus.”

“I...er…” I say, having no idea what I’m supposed to do next. Luckily Sue takes over the adulting. She stands up, and gestures to the chair.

“Sit.” she says.

I sit. Sue unbuttons my jeans, draws the zip down, then grasps the waistband. I lift my hips slightly and Sue removes me from the list of ‘People in the room wearing trousers” very, very effectively.

She then does the same with my boxers which, for some reason, I wasn’t expecting. I’m now naked from the waist down. And very, very erect.

I’m a solidly average bloke, penis-wise. Perhaps a tad shorter, perhaps a tad wider, but nothing to claim any records over. Sue, however, looks pleased.

“Noice!” she says, betraying a Brooklyn Nine-Nine familiarity and also putting me at ease. Or as at-ease as I can be with my wife’s best friend about to do something unspecific but sexual to me while my wife watches have I mentioned this is a really weird day?!

Sue reaches out a hand and grasps me. She starts to wank me, gently.

I make a noise that, were it on one of those sound-effect records you used to be able to buy, would be called ‘Incoherent Pleasure (Male) #1’

Sue grins. “Want me to wank you off?” she asks.

What kind of question is that? I nod, furiously, not trusting myself to speak.

“Tough,” she says. What? For just a fraction of a second I feel betrayed, and then Sue takes me in her mouth.

I’ve only ever had a blow-job from one other woman, and, yes, you guessed it, she’s watching right now. C, I love you. I’d die for you. I’d kill for you. But it has to be said, oral-sex-wise, you’re...not brilliant. Recent events notwithstanding I know you don’t actually enjoy it, so you’re always a bit hesitant. And I’m ludicrously grateful when you indulge me.

Sue isn’t like that. Sue is extremely enthusiastic about it. She slides her mouth over me fast, and I feel my dick hit the back of her throat.

“Jesus Skateboarding Christ!” I yell, never having experienced this before. She starts bobbing, and my orgasm, already close to the Point Of No Return just from Sue’s fantasy, passes it at roughly Mach 4.

Sue’s blowjob technique is utterly unlike yours. Yours is tentative, uncertain. Sue’s is confident, and it’s clear she enjoys it. I’ve progressed to ‘Incoherent Pleasure (Male) #5’, passing through 2-4 in record time. I reach down, grasp Sue’s head, and pull her onto me. And then I cum. I cum in Sue’s mouth. I cum in my wife’s best friend’s mouth while my wife is watching I must surely have mentioned this is a weird day, right?!

My orgasm goes on for what feels like minutes, but surely can’t be. I look down to see Sue looking up at me. I swear her eyes are smiling.

I’m still hard. Despite the fact that I’ve now had two orgasms this afternoon, only one of which involved my wife, I’m still hard. Sue starts to pull away, a contented look on her face.

And I hear you shout “Keep going you wally!”

And I realise you’re not talking to me.

Sue looks a little startled. As do I. She looks at you for confirmation, gets it, turns back to me. Grins.

And buries my dick in her mouth.

I scream. Pleasure is pulsing through me. I briefly wonder if there’s something that’s effectively a Spunk Vampire, because if there is, Sue is surely one of them. And I’m in her thrall.

I have never, ever, in my entire life, even imagined a blowjob as good as this, much less experienced it. My nerves feel like they’re on fire, in a good way. I’m vaguely aware that you’ve approached and are watching proceedings closely. My third orgasm is hurtling towards the present, drawn inexorably out of me by Sue’s undoubted expertise.

I make a sound that’s a sob, and I realise I’m actually crying. And then you kiss me. You kiss me hard. You kiss me with love. With feeling. With passion.

And I cum. I cum with your mouth on mine, and with the mouth of your best friend...a bit lower. And I love you so much, because letting Sue do this...and letting me do to Sue what I did...can’t have been easy for you. You’re not, generally, the sharing type. But you did.

And I love you so much for it.

- - -

And then, it turns out you’d had a switch flicked in your head. You were never going to be ecstatic about Sue and I being intimate in any way, but apparently you were surprised to find that you were okay with it providing you were controlling it.

And that’s when things went in a weird direction.

I watch you take your few remaining clothes off, to both my and Sue’s astonishment.

“You schoolgirls,” you say, and I realise that we’re back in fantasy-land, “you think you know it all, don’t you? I mean, take you as an example: you’ve been flaunting your bottom at my husband all evening. But he doesn’t want to fuck a silly girl like you…”

...Very not true, I think to myself…

“...he wants to fuck a woman. A real woman. Me. You’re barely fit to suck his cock. But you’re going to. And so much more besides. You want to act like a grown-up, prepare to be treated like one.”

Sue’s breathing has increased. C is hitting some very particular buttons, it seems. I’m fascinated to see where this is going.

“What do you mean?” asks Sue.

“For the rest of the day you’re mine. I’m going to order you – and my husband - to do oh so much stuff.”

“Ok – quick break” I interject. “We need to establish some rules before things get weird. Weirder. Am I correct in thinking we’re heading into ‘playing out a fantasy’ territory?” I ask.

You nod. Sue nods.

“Okay, given what we know about Sue’s fantasy, there’s going to be times...possibly quite a few...where Sue’ll want to say ‘no’ while meaning ‘please God don’t stop’. So we need a safe-word. And that safe word is ‘cabbage’. Anyone – anyone – says that and we all stop. We break off and assess. Yes?”

You both nod.

“Super,” I say. “Right, I think you were about to make Sue your sex slave?”

“Our sex slave, darling,” you reply.

“But...I’m 19!” Sue says, confirming the fantasy-land aspect to my relief. And also confirming that she’s happy to play along. Especially now we have a way of stopping it if needs be.

Where the hell is this going though?

“Don’t care. You’ve been flaunting your body at him, now I’m going to make you use it. For his pleasure and mine.”

Bloody hell, I think, but wisely don’t say anything.

“So here’s what you’re going to do: first of all you’re going to strip off completely.”

“No! I’m not going to do that!”

“You’re already parading around in your knickers, girl. Lose the rest.”

“No!”

You look over at me. “You also. Lose your clothing.”

I comply, removing everything that Sue had left me. I’m shortly naked and very obviously interested.

You look at Sue again. “Strip. Now!”

“No!”

You look at me. “Hold her.”

I walk up behind Sue and take hold of her waist. With sudden inspiration I dip my hips slightly, and my cock slides between her legs, nestling against her panties. Sue gasps slightly.

You walk up to Sue and start unbuttoning her shirt. You’re doing it slowly, drawing it out.

“The problem with you teenage tarts is that you’re all tits and no class.”

You pause, staring frankly at Sue’s chest. “Although in your case you don’t even have the tits. Husband, darling, grope the little slut’s tits. If you can find them.”

“Please, miss! No! Don’t make him do this to me, please!”

I grin, and run my hands up Sue’s body from her hips, maintaining my hold on her. My hands come around to her front, raise a little higher...and then I’m groping her breasts. My dick twitches strongly between her legs. Her nipples are like iron, and I pinch them through her clothes, making her gasp again.

You finish unbuttoning her blouse and slowly pull it off her. My hands are now fondling her naked breasts, and I run my hands over them.

“Not as good as mine though, eh husband?”

You step in really close and press your breasts into Sue’s. My hands are having the best day of their lives. I pinch one of your nipples, pulling it and pressing it into one of Sue’s. You make a throaty noise of pure satisfaction.

“Now. Just one more item and we can proceed.” you say, then drop to your heels. Your face is in line with Sue’s crotch, my dick sticking out between her legs.

With Sue’s blouse you were slow, drawing out the moment she become topless. No so with her panties. You reach out with both hands and wrench them down her legs. Sue pretends to struggle.

“Please miss, no! This is wrong! Please don’t make me do this! Let me go, please, I’ll never so much as look at your husband again!”

“Oh, it’s far too late for that you little strumpet. You wanted to attract my husband and you’ve succeeded. He wants to stick his cock up your teenage twat. And I’m going to let him. But not just yet. First you’re to perform a little service for him. Then he’s going to fuck me. Then you’re going to perform a little service for me. And then, love, he’s going to fuck you. My husband’s going to stick his cock up you, Sue. He’s going to fuck you, Sue. And when he’s finished fucking you he’s going to cum in you, Sue.

In about an hour you’re going to be pregnant.”

I feel Sue writhe and hear her whisper “Oh, God!”.

But that’s nothing, because you surprise both of us. My cock is pressed hard against Sue’s pussy lips, the last couple of inches poking free, making it look like Sue has a rather small cock of her own. My hips are working backwards and forwards slightly, rubbing Sue. And you lean forward and take that length in your mouth, suck me hard, then lick me and, heading up, Sue.

Sue screams, jolts like there’s electric current running through her.

“I do believe you just gave the little tart an orgasm, dear” I say.

Sue has gone limp in my arms, panting strongly.

“Drag her over to to sofa, dear” you tell me. I tighten my grip on Sue’s body and haul her the few feet to the item in question. I whisper softly in her ear so as not to break your mood:”You okay?”

Sue nods very slightly. “I’m more than okay!” she whispers back.

Good to know, because I have only a vague idea of what’s coming next.

“Dump her on it,” you order. I drop Sue onto the sofa. Her legs part and I get a clear look at her. Her bush is blonde as well, making her appear almost hairless. I growl in lust.

“Not yet, darling. Later, but not yet. Sit next to her.”

I do so. You kneel in front of both of us. “Now, Sue, you’re going to use your mouth for something besides complaining, or shouting out your own selfish pleasure. Suck his cock, girl. Suck my husband’s cock.”

“No! No, I won’t do that! It’s dirty and you can’t make me...glob!”

You’ve reached out, taken Sue head in both hands, and forced her mouth over me. And then you proceed to, well, masturbate me. With your best friend’s mouth.

You grip Sue’s head, raising and lowering it on me. At one point you force her head all the way down, making her take my entire length.

You laugh, then let her go. Sue comes upright, strings of saliva joining her mouth to my cock. Her eyes are a little wild.

You climb up on the sofa, position yourself astride me, then lower yourself, impaling yourself on me. You’re very, very wet. You make a hugely satisfied sound, then start riding me. You lean forwards, your hands on my shoulders, pinning me down. My hands rise of their own accord, to your waist, your bum, your tits.

You turn your head to Sue and say “Suck my tits, girl.”

Sue has stopped pretending to resist. She rearranges herself on her back, her head on my chest, then raises her head sightly and takes one of your nipples in her mouth.

“Ahh!” you say, your rhythm speeding up. Sue is mouthing you, licking you, sucking you. One of her hands comes across to the other breast, pinching the nipple and pulling it, making you yelp.

“Haaah!” you cry. “Enough! I’m close. So just watch, girl. Watch how a woman takes a man.”

Sue climbs off the sofa and positions herself behind you. I feel one of her hands reach down and grasp me briefly, her fingers sliding around my cock, slick with your pleasure.

You’ve sped up and I know your climax is seconds away. I reach down with both hands and pull your buttocks apart in the way I know you love.

And then you jolt in surprise.

“Wha...she’s stuck her finger up my arse! Oh God, I’m cummiiiiiing!”

Your back arches and I feel Sue’s finger in you, being worked in and out. I feel you clench hard as your orgasm takes you. Sue’s finger speeds up as well, frigging your arse.

“Cum...cumming again!”

And you do, bucking and jolting as waves of pleasure course through you. And then it fades. Sue draws back, a satisfied look on her face.

You slowly pull yourself off me. I’ve not cum yet, but that’s no surprise given how much I came earlier.

You look at Sue. “You’ll regret that, you little tart. I promise. Later this evening, when you’re screaming, you’ll regret doing that to me.”

“I’m sorry miss. I thought you might like it. I meant no harm, I promise!”

“Like I say, you’ll regret it. But now it’s time for me to please my husband. Stand up” you order me. I do so.

“I want you to fuck me. And I don’t want you to be gentle. Don’t try to pleasure me. Have me. Use me. Breed me. Get me pregnant, not because you want to but because you hate me. Show this teenage slut what you’re going to do to her later.”

I hear Sue gasp. Then you lie down on the floor and very pointedly spread your legs.

“Cum in me, husband. I want my womb thoroughly coated in your spunk.”

To say that this is unlike you is an understatement.

I kneel between your legs, staring frankly at you. And then I lean forwards. I take your wrists in my hands and pull them over your head. I position myself at your entrance and pause there, drawing the moment out. You’re panting slightly.

“Plea…” you start to say, and I ram myself into you in one brutal stroke, making you gasp in surprise. I stare down at you as my hips start to work, my cock plunging in and out of you. I’m using short, brutal stabs, thoroughly enjoying the sight of your tits bouncing with each thrust. I thrust fully into you and then grind my hips, making you shout, and I feel you clench as you cum.

You look over at Sue, who is watching with eyes wide, one hand buried between her legs, the other pinching a nipple.

“This...this is how...ahhh...a man takes...uh!...a woman. And it’s...oh, God!...how he’s going to have you, you little teenage slut! And you won’t be able to get away because I’ll be holding you down while he fucks your little pussy oh God I’m cumming!”

You jolt and writhe under me as you cum, then look up at me.

“Finish me, husband. Finish in me. Breed me!”

I’m fucking you in earnest now. Long, strong thrusts alternating with short, brutal ones. I’m close. I let go of your wrists and take hold of your shoulders.

You’re grunting as I fuck you, then I feel your legs cross over mine, pulling me into you. I pull on your shoulders, thrust as deep as I can into you.

And cum. And despite my earlier workouts I can tell this is a gusher. It’s a good thing you can’t actually get pregnant because this is, not to put too fine-a-point on it, a baby-maker. In the background I hear what I’m pretty sure is Sue having an orgasm of her own.

I groan in ecstasy and I hear you shout “Yes! He’s cumming in me! He’s breeding me! So much cum pouring into my body!”

Where the hell are you getting this from? You almost never talk dirty during sex – you’re always a bit embarrassed about it. You’ve certainly never demanded that I ‘breed you’.

I bloody love it, mind.

The last spurts die away and I slowly pull out of you. I rock back on my heels and stare frankly between your legs. You see me do this, grin wickedly, and spread your legs as wide as you can, proudly displaying the carnage I’ve inflicted on you to the room.

Good Lord that’s a lot of cum.

I try to stand up but nope. Not happening. So, instead I lie down next to you, utterly spent. For the first time since roughly half-an-hour after arriving, my cock is actually limp.

We lie next to each other, basking in the afterglow of one of the best fucks I’ve ever had. I look up at Sue. She’s sitting on the edge of the sofa, her own legs wide apart. I can clearly see the pink of her slit, and my cock twitches. But it’s too soon. I’m out of action for now.

But you haven’t finished with Sue.

“You. Bitch-girl. Did you enjoy the show?”

Sue pretends to be embarrassed...at least I assume she’s pretending. She looks down and mumbles “Yes, miss. I’ve never...you know...seen anyone…”

“Get fucked rotten? Used? Spunked in?”

“No, miss. Never.”

“Well, the show isn’t free. You’ll pay me back. Clean me.”

Sue looks a little startled, but replies “Yes, miss. I’ll fetch a towel.”

She gets up and turns towards the bathroom when I hear you shout “No! Not like that you silly little trollop!”

“Then...then how, miss?”

You grin. “You’re going to get down on your hands and knees, between my legs. And then, Sue, you’re going to lick me clean. You’re going to lick up and swallow every last drop of my husband’s cum. Especially the cum that’s still inside me. Every. Last. Drop. And there’s ever so much of it, girl. My husband fair emptied his balls into me. Just like he will you, later.”

Have you always been bi?! Or is this just a ‘Sue’ thing?!

Sue hesitantly does as you ask, getting down on her knees. She looks at...sorry...the goopy mess there and does a pretty credible job of looking revolted.

“Please...please miss, don’t make me do this. It’s icky and I’ve never…”

You lean upright, grab Sue’s head in both hands, and mash her between your legs. Sue gives a startled, muffled yelp. You let go and Sue bolts upright. Her face is covered in my cum. She’s got a disgusted expression on her face, but there’s a twinkle in her eyes that tell me she’s very into this.

My cock twitches with more urgency but it’s still not there yet.

You reach out to her, wipe a pair of your fingers across her face, then force them into her mouth.

“Taste him, slut. Taste my husband’s spunk.”

You repeat the action a couple of times, the final time making Sue stick her tongue out while you wipe my cum onto it.

Twitch. Twitch twitch.

“Now...get down there and finish the job.”

Sue complies. She gets down between your legs and starts gently licking you.

With a throaty sound of pure pleasure you lie back down again and enjoy what Sue’s doing to you.

I’m not surprised. As I’ve alluded to earlier, Sue’s oral skills are next-level. And you are clearly not the first woman she’s gone down on.

Interesting person, Sue.

She is slow, loving, delicate. I hear you making soft sounds, see your back arch. Pretty sure you just came. Sue alters position slightly. I hear you gasp in passion and realise Sue just stuck her tongue into you. She confirms it by pulling back slightly and opening her mouth wide for me. Her tongue is covered in my cum. She closes it, very pointedly swallows, and returns to you.

For the next quarter hour she gets to know you extremely well. Your hands are once again holding her head, but lovingly this time. You’re making little gasps and moans as Sue pleasures you.

Then, with athletic grace, Sue switches position and kneels over you in the classic sixty-nine position. Her intention is clear, but I genuinely don’t know how you’ll react. I know for a fact you’ve never gone down on a woman. I briefly consider licking her myself, but wisely decide not to. Not yet, anyway. She wants you to. She’s opening you up, literally as well as metaphorically. Just for now we’re not in the fantasy. This is pleasure for pleasure’s sake.

I shuffle back slightly. Frankly I want a better look at Sue’s bum.

Her slit is pink and she’s literally dripping.

I return to your side, lying right next to you. I hold your hand, give it a gentle squeeze. Somehow I feel you need just a little reassurance.

You look a little scared and sad, which breaks my heart. Sue glances back at you.

“I’m sorry. I’ve never...I don’t know if I can…” you say.

“It’s okay,” Sue replies softly. “I’d like you to try, but you don’t have to.” She smiles reassuringly, then turns her attention back to you in other ways. I hear you gasp, then moan. I look down and see Sue is licking you the way a cat would a saucer of milk.

Your back arches again as Sue expertly brings you to another orgasm.

And then my heart sings with joy, as you raise your head and delicately, tentatively, lick Sue’s slit.

Sue jolts like a live wire touched her skin, and gasps in pleasure. Slowly, but with increasing confidence, you explore Sue with your tongue, to her obvious delight.

“Thank you thank you thank you! aaaaaah!” she wails.

I badly want to join in, but don’t. Partly because, from a penis-perspective, I’m still not good to go yet despite the unprecedented sight of my wife eating another woman out (have I mentioned this is a weird day for me?), but mostly because this isn’t about me. This is about two women giving each other pleasure, because they want to and they can. It is a beautiful, beautiful moment.

I’m crying again, slightly.

This continues for a few minutes, both of you competing to please the other. It culminates with you wrapping your arms around Sue, pulling her to you. You both cry out.

Sue unsteadily dismounts from you. Your head falls back. I can’t help but notice that your face is smeared with Sue’s pleasure. I lean over and kiss you. Partly because I genuinely want to, and partly because (selfishly) I want to taste Sue again.

“I’m so proud of you,” I say, truthfully. You smile at me uncertainly, and I smile back.

“Christ, I can’t feel my legs,” Sue says, spoiling the moment slightly before collapsing in a semi-graceful way across you. Her head is very close to a part of me that, while still not stiff, also isn’t exactly limp.

“Fuck,” she comments, “I’ve not cum so many times with someone else in a very long time.”

She waggles a finger at you.

“You are very good at that, and we are absolutely going to have to do that again. Soon.”

“Er…” you say, glancing at me.

“You can if you want to,” I say. “And more to the point, if you want me there I’ll be there. And if you don’t want me there, I’ll stay away.”

Genuinely not sure how I’d feel in that situation, not going to lie.

“You’ve got a rare one, here” Sue comments. “He’s...considerate, the way so many men aren’t. I mean, he knew he shouldn’t take part in what we just did. That it wasn’t about him.”

“Also I was enjoying the view,” I say, candidly.

“Shut up. Most men would have leapt at the chance to join in. And I’m sure he wanted to. He just didn’t.”

“Very much wanted to,” I confirm. “You have a lovely bum and I want to get to know it better.”

Sue grins in an evil way. “Oh, you will.”

Okay, I’m fairly certain that Sue has just confirmed that she’s up for some bum-fun. The thought of this makes me very happy, and my not-stiff-but-not-limp dick clicks across another notch on the ‘stiff’ side.

Sue notices. Hard not to, she’s practically staring at it.

“Oh, hello you,” she says.

And takes me gently in her mouth.

And it’s like nothing before. When she did this before it was entirely carnal. She was, bluntly, trying to make me cum. This time it’s...gentle. Unhurried. I realise, to some surprise, she’s making love to me. And I realise that she’d been making love to you as well.

Complicated emotions run through me. I feel immensely privileged to know this wonderful girl-woman. But my feelings for her are definitely progressing beyond ‘can I shove my cock up her?’ and into more...serious territory.

I realise I’m slightly in love with her. And, fool that I am...I say it out loud.

“Oh Gods. I love you, Sue.”

My eyes snap open as I realise what I’ve done.

“Oh shit. Shitshitshit! CABBAGE!”

Of all the people in the room, it’s safe to say I was probably the most unlikely person to actually need the safe-word. But here we are.

“What’s wrong?” asks Sue, alarmed. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” you reply. “You did something right. A little too right.”

Sue looks confused.

You continue. “See, one wonderful thing about my husband...despite him being an utter pratt...is that he can’t have a physical relationship without an emotional one. I promise you this: if I hadn’t been here with you this evening, you’d never even have got his trousers off.”

I’m not 100% sure that’s entirely true, but it probably is. Despite Sue looking exactly like a fantasy schoolgirl, I’m fiercely loyal to my wife. I’ve never been unfaithful. But this feels like it’s skirting it.

“In order to do what we’ve done...and more to the point, what he’s going to do to you...he has to feel something. So he’s fallen a little in love with you. So have I, frankly.”

I look startled.

“I know you better than you know yourself, J. You’ve fallen in love with Sue. And it’s okay. Trust me. I know you’re not going to leave me for her, or even pop round of an afternoon to give her a damn good shagging. Not without me, anyway.”

Sue is looking a bit confused, but also relieved. And then she smiles a small, wicked smile and I know for a fact that she’s replaying the phrase ‘damn good shagging’ in her head.

“Same goes for me,” you continue. “Sue: I do want to do what we did earlier again, but J must be there. It would feel too much like cheating on him if he wasn’t.”

“Of course,” Sue says.

“I promise not to try to join in,” I say, although I’m not entirely sure that’s a promise I can keep.

“Until we invite you to, naturally.” Sue comments archly.

Oh boy oh boy oh boy!

“However,” you say. “Back on clock. We need to get him ready for the final act. You – you little jailbait bitch: Lie on your stomach with your mouth on his cock. You’re going to suck him until he’s hard again.”

Sue affects an air of defeat. Lies on her front at a right-angle to my hip, and starts to suck me again. The tenderness is gone, we’re back to full-on carnal stuff. It starts to have an effect almost immediately.

I expect you to just watch, but instead you surprise me. You get up, breasts swaying gorgeously, and walk around behind Sue. Kneel down. Run your hand over Sue’s bum. Sue makes an incoherent noise around my cock, which is stiffening nicely.

You pull Sue’s legs apart and start fondling her slit. And then you very clearly insert your thumb into her. Sue makes a mewling noise, thoroughly enjoying what you’re doing to her.

And then you surprise the hell out of both of us, because you remove your thumb from Sue’s pussy. Reposition it slightly higher. And then slowly, but forcefully, insert it into her bum and start to work it, slowly.

Sue’s head comes up sharply. “No! Please, miss, take it out!”

“No,” you reply, cruelly. “But if you’re very lucky…” your thumb has sped up slightly...”when my husband has finished pumping a baby into you, you can suck him until he’s hard again. And then he can stick it up your arse. He’ll have spunked in two of your holes, may as well make it all three, eh?”

“Oh God, I’m cumming!” Sue whispers, and I see her convulse. I am, by now, absolutely rigid.

You withdraw your thumb and then, as I knew you would, you disappear to the bathroom to wash away all evidence. You return in time to see Sue recovering.

“Darling?” you say.

“Yes, dear?” I reply.

“Pick the little slut up. We’ll do her in her bedroom.”

“Yes, dear,” I reply.

“Whu..?” Sue starts, and I get up, lean down, and pick her up. Her reaction surprises me. Rather than pretending to struggle, she instead wraps her arms and legs around me. It’s a very trusting thing to do, and I feel strangely touched.

It also allows me to fondle her bum. I’d apologise but it really is a lovely bum.

Sue moves her head close to my ear and whispers “J? Don’t worry. Don’t worry about anything I say or do. Just know that I want this, and I want you to finish in me. Don’t try to be all gallant and pull out – I’m safe. You’re not actually going to get me pregnant.”

I feel a sense of relief, as a tension I didn’t know I had drains out of me. It only just occurred to me that we hadn’t actually asked Sue about contraception. Threatening to make her pregnant in the course of a fantasy is one thing. Actually doing so is something else.

“Thank you,” I whisper back. And then I lower her, slightly. Her legs are still wrapped around me, but I let her weight slide her down me until the head of my cock is just starting to penetrate her.

“Oh God! Oh fuck yes!”

“Now, now, husband. Not just yet.”

And you lead us into the bedroom.

- - -

Sue’s bedroom is a deep, rich red. Very boudoir-ish. I approve.

Her bed is quite large – I can never remember the names for bed-sizes, but you could probably get three people in this one. Which is handy.

And it’s at that point that I see you’ve made a modification. The headboard is metal. Several vertical poles with another running left to right across the top. And two of the verticals have long strips of cloth tied to them. Cloth that’s the same colour as...

“Is...was that my t-shirt?” I ask, in some indignation.

“I’ll buy you another. You know how they are at this bit. They struggle. And pinning them down gets boring after a while, so I improvised some bondage.”

I dump Sue unceremoniously on the bed, and you immediately take hold of her wrists.

“I should warn you, love, he really likes bondage.”

I nod. This is definitely true.

“And when he sees a woman – me, normally - tied to the headboard, unable to escape...well, he gets a bit...wild.”

Also true.

“Plus I want to watch while he has you. I want to watch your face as you realise this is real, that no-one is going to save you. Hold her down.”

I kneel astride Sue while she writhes under me. I grab one of her arms and direct it to you, where you tie it securely to the post. I then repeat with the other arm. I get off and gaze down. Sue starts wrenching at the ties but it’s no good.

Sue’s breasts are definitely small – she’ll never need a bra, not for support anyway – but they’re large enough to have some movement. I growl in lust and run my fingers over them, groping her crudely.

“Please!” Sue pleads, somewhere between a whisper and a shout. “Please don’t do this! I’ll...I’ll do anything. Let me go on the pill and I’ll visit you every weekend, let you do anything you want. Fuck me however you want!”

“Sorry, love. Not happening. Right now, you’re a 19 year old girl. This time tomorrow you’ll be a pregnant 19 year old girl. And a year from now you’ll be a 20 year old single mother with no prospects, no husband, and no career. In fact the only way you’ll make ends meet will be on your back with your legs spread, while stranger after stranger empties themselves into your young body!”

Christ, I think to myself. That went dark.

But it was exactly what Sue wanted to hear. If her hands were free she’d clearly be wanking herself into a stupor.

“Time.” you say.

I get back onto the bed. Slowly, and with immense relish, I part Sue’s legs while she fights me, bucking and squirming. I hunch forward and use my knees to keep her legs open. I’m kneeling between her legs, my body upright. It’s one of my favourite positions, because when I’m taking C her tits are an absolute sight to behold. In this case it means we both get to watch Sue’s face as I take her.

I position the head of my cock at her entrance. Her face and chest are flushed. She isn’t just turned on, she’s in heat.

You gaze down at her, run a hand idly across her nipples. “I’ll teach you to try and steal my husband, bitch!” you hiss. You turn to me.

“Fuck her.”

I put my hands under Sue’s bottom and pull her onto me. She’s tighter than I expected but also absolutely drenched. I glide into her until my pubes are mashing hers.

Sue screams as an orgasm larger than any she’s had tonight rips through her. Her body convulses and I feel her muscles clench me tight.

I grin in a slightly soppy way before I remember that I’m supposed to be playing a bastard.

“Tight little twat on this one,” I comment crudely. “But she can’t fool me. You’ve had cock up you before, haven’t you?”

Sue pretends to sob. “One...just one, sir. When I was 15 I thought I was in love with a boy and I let him. Oh please, sir, please take it out of me!”

Her expression clearly indicates that if I even so much as think about pulling out, she’ll kill me first chance she gets.

“No,” I reply. “I’ve waited all evening to stick this up you, girl, and I’m going to enjoy it.”

I start to work my hips, slowly, and Sue makes a whimpering sound.

“Let me tell you a story, you little bitch,” you say. “We’ve been doing this for a long time now. 20 years or so, darling?”

I nod, my hips pistoning backwards and forwards, in and out. I feel another clench/release as Sue cums again. “More like 18,” I say.

“That first one was only a year older than you, Sue. Looked a bit like you as well. Much better tits, though. Almost as good as mine. She tried to lure my husband as well. Flashed her tits at him and made it obvious that she was very available. So we cooked something up, my husband and I. We have a little holiday home out on the coast. Quite isolated. My husband took her there, she no doubt thinking she was going to have a dirty weekend while her parents thought she was staying with friends. She was ever so surprised when I walked in on them, what with his cock being down her throat and all. My husband had made sure there were more than a few condoms scattered around the place. Nice touch, that. Made her feel safe. Made her feel like there weren’t going to be any unintended consequences. She was right, just not how she thought she was. All the consequences were intended. Just not by her.”

Sue makes a sound best described as ‘Gnk!’, and another orgasm tears through her.

“She adapted rapidly, though, I’ll give her that. We made her do all the things we’ve made you do. She was ever so enthusiastic about some of them. She loved eating my husband’s cum out of me. So much so we had to do it twice. The second time my husband got behind her, shoved two fingers up her twat and his thumb up her arsehole. She came like an express train, screaming her pleasure into me.”

Sue whispers “Ohfuckohfuckohfuck!” and cums yet again.

“We did everything except fuck her, which was starting to puzzle her. And then we led her into the bedroom, and she immediately knew that she was now, finally, going to get fucked.

But she didn’t know we were going to knock her up.

You should have seen the look on her face. There she was, lying on the bed, legs spread like the little slut she was. My husband turned to face her, his dick waving about in front. He picked up one of the condoms and unsealed it. She looked at me, then, with a smug look that spoke volumes. She thought she was better in bed than me. She thought my husband would leave me for her. She thought all these things.

And then my husband took the unsealed condom, and threw it away. At first she thought he’d just changed his mind and wasn’t going to fuck her. And that’s when I held her down.”

“Haaaaaah!!” clench/release. My own orgasm is starting to make its presence known, and I have to fight it back. I know where C’s story is going, and I know I need to climax at the, er, climax of it.

“Suddenly she knew she was in trouble. That this wasn’t just some dom/sub game we were playing with her. It was real. I leaned over her and told her a few things. Things like my husband’s cum is incredibly fertile. He’s got something like ten times the swimmers of most men. And you’ve seen how much of it he makes. Trust me, Sue, if he cums in you…”

“’When’” I correct. Sue moans beneath me.

“Sorry darling, quite right. When he cums in you, if you’re not on the pill you’re going to be up the duff. It’s as close to certain as anything. I told all this to that silly girl as my husband prepared to mount her.”

Sue’s back arches. I nod at the ties. “Release her,” I say, then grin cruelly down at her. “She’s not going anywhere.”

You do so. Sue’s arms come around me in a way that not technically in keeping with the fantasy, but feels nice.

“Anyway. I told her all this, and she sees my husband getting ready to fuck her bareback, as I believe it’s called, and she begs. Pleads with me. Promises to do anything if we just let her go on the pill first. Much like you, in fact. She even wriggled around onto her front and stuck her arse in the air. Begged me to make my husband fuck her there instead. And, gentleman that he was, he agreed to. And she was so relieved. So it came as a surprise when I gripped her shoulders and he stuck it in her pussy. She’d made a bit of a tactical error there, because while my husband will absolutely fuck your arse, he knows his priorities. Pregnancy first, bum-fun later.”

Sue’s arms grip me hard. Her hips rise to meet mine, and she screams soundlessly.

“Well, my husband rode her long and hard, Sue. Just like he’s doing to you. He was a bit crueller with her, though. Every few minutes he’d shout that he was cumming, just to hear her scream. Got a little tedious if I’m going to be honest, but we were still learning.

Anyway, all good things come – or cum – to an end, and so did her days of not having to think about being a single parent. My husband started to speed up, slamming her hard…”

I recognise this for the cue it is and start to do exactly that. We’re not at the point yet, but it’s fast approaching.

“...and I told her that he really was close this time. I gripped her head in my hands and stared at her, watched her blubbering and crying. And, with one last thrust, my husband came inside her.”

Sue’s back arches again. She’s whimpering with pleasure, climaxing almost constantly now.

“Well, as you know, he makes rather a lot. I could see it running down her legs even though he hadn’t finished cumming. But eventually he was done, and he slowly pulled out of her. She lay there, a broken, soiled thing, cum running out of her. She tried to get up, probably to run to the bathroom. Maybe she thought she could shove the shower head up her and wash it all out before it got to her, but we weren’t going to let her. My husband was still rock hard. ‘I think I’ll take you up on your previous offer’ he said.

She tried to resist but he just picked her up. Turned her to face away from him and, more to the point, so her bum was towards him.”

“Oh, God!” Sue cries out, climaxing strongly.

“He held her up. Her legs were limp. I knelt down and gave him a quick, sloppy blowjob. Mostly to put some lubricant on his cock. No sense in being needlessly cruel. And then, as I parted and raised her legs, he lowered her onto his cock. He pressed it up against her arsehole, gave her a second to realise that this, too, was going to happen, then forced the first inch in. She was desperate to get away. Don’t think she’d had anything up there before. But inch by inch he impaled her on his cock until he was fully sheathed and she was whimpering. And then he started to bounce her. And you know what? With each downstroke more of his cum squirted out of her pussy.”

Sue’s nails rake my back. I adjust my position, going full missionary. Using my arms I clamp hers tight to her body, and start to really slam her. We’re close.

“Well, he rode her arse for a good ten minutes, with her crying all the time. Honestly, young girls back then just didn’t appreciate a good shag up the bum. I mean, my husband will be doing that to me later and I can’t wait.”

I concentrate solidly on socks for the next few seconds while Sue is making incoherent whimpering noises, continually clenching.

“And then he came in her arse. Her eyes went wide as she felt it filling her. He grunted in satisfaction, and slowly pulled her off him with a ‘pop’ and gobbet of cum. He threw her to the bed and she curled up, cum leaking from two holes now. He went and got washed – cleanliness is so important – and when he came back in he was still hard. And so he fucked her pussy again, taking pleasure in his own sloppy – so very sloppy – seconds, while I lay there and wanked myself stupid. She didn’t move the entire time he was fucking her, Sue, not even when he emptied his balls into her womb for the second time. Fair ruined the sheets it did.”

Sue is sobbing. “Please, sir! Miss! Please don’t do that to me! I’ll be a good girl I promise, just please, please don’t cum inside me!”

“Far too late for that, Sue. But do you want to know one last thing? You’ll love this bit. We watched her over the coming months. Watched as her belly grew and her tits got even larger. And nine months after my husband emptied his balls into her, almost to the day, guess what? You came along.”

Sue’s eyes widen in mock-horror.

“Yes, Sue, the man fucking you now, the man who’s about to breed you…”

Sue clenches hard.

“...is the same man who probably put you in your mummy’s tummy. Isn’t that a lovely story?”

You look at me. “Impregnate the bitch.”

Sue goes wild. Her back arches, her muscles clench. “OH GOD I’M CUMMING I’M CUMMING PLEASE CUM PLEASE CUM PLEASE CUM WITH ME!”

And I do. With a roar of lust and pure pleasure I slam myself into Sue. I grip her hard, thrust as deep as I can into her, and just empty myself into her. Her own orgasm matches mine. For what feels like minutes we clutch each other as waves of pleasure roll through us both. This is, by far, the strongest orgasm I’ve had this evening. I’m very grateful that Sue is baby-proof.

And then, like all good things do, it comes to an end. I look down at her lovingly, and kiss her. Slowly, I pull out of her.

Christ, I see what C meant about the sheets.

“Thank you,” Sue whispers. “That was perfect. That was everything I wanted and so much more!”

I collapse on the bed next to Sue. Both of us are panting.

I look up at you. “Are, er, you...okay?”

You look down at me. “Don’t suppose you’ve got it in you for one more..?”

“Ohgodno!” I gasp. “I’m ruined. Sue’s ruined me.” Sue giggles. “I can’t even raise myself into a sitting position, much less anything else.”

You pout while Sue continues to giggle, all her tension gone.

“If you can give me a minute,” Sue says, “I’ll see what I can do. If you want?”

You nod frantically. “I’m more worked up now than I’ve been in a long time. I’ve just watched my husband fuck another woman. I should be angry. Scared. Instead I just want someone to fuck me!”

“Lie down,” Sue says. You do. Sue struggles into a sitting position, then onto all fours, and starts to lick you. Her arse is up in the air. She’s really leaking cum. You’re making soft moaning noises, interspaced with sharper cries as Sue expertly brings you to a series of much-needed climaxes.

Then Sue turns to look at me. Wiggles her bum at me.

“C wanted you to fuck my arse, don’t forget.”

TWITCH!

 

 

I slept. I slept the sleep of a man who was, bluntly, shagged out. Also I think my mind wanted to process some stuff and it can do it better if I’m not distracting it with shiny things. Or boobs.

I come to in Sue’s gigantic bed. The clock by the side tells me it’s a little after 10am. That’s uncommonly late in the day by my standards. I really was fagged out. I assume we all slept here, but truth be told I have no idea. The last thing I remember was Sue having fun with my wife, giving her a few badly-needed orgasms. Pity to have missed that – I like hearing my wife in ecstasy and Sue is extremely good at it.

There’s a strange twinge of emotion, deep within me. Some part of me that wants to be jealous and threatened. I stamp it down and hope it doesn’t return. There’s the start of something potentially very good happening here, and I don’t want to fuck it up by being an insecure wanker.

Trouble is, I kind of am.

I get out of bed, as much to test whether or not I actually can. Yesterday was a bit of a day. To my surprise I feel energised. I head off to the bathroom and do all the things that organic beings do in bathrooms, culminating in a long, hot shower. I don’t have a toothbrush here (we weren’t expecting to stay the night) but Robert - Sue’s husband, but perhaps not for much longer...need to find out more about that - uses the same disposable razors that I do, so I borrow one.

I emerge back into the bedroom to find that there’s been one important change since I went into the bathroom: whereas before the bedroom had contained a small but non-zero number of my clothes, it now contains precisely zero. To three decimal places. I checked.

Hmmm, I thought.

A quick check of the drawers and wardrobes revealed no other male clothing at all, although some really interesting female clothing. Robert, Sue’s husband, is clearly no longer in residence. It’s becoming increasingly important to me to know what the situation there is, at least so far as Sue is willing to tell me.

Sue’s house is warm, and at the end of a long-ish, curved drive. It basically can’t be seen from the road. So, on that basis, wandering through it buck-naked isn’t likely to scare the horses or result in frostbite. But it would still feel a bit weird. But it’s not like I’m intending to bend Sue over the couch and mount her like a shitshitshit! I’ve got about half-an-erection just thinking about that, so I concentrate solidly on socks for a minute. Mustard-yellow for extra effect.

Right, I think to myself. Lesson learned. Don’t think about Sue bent over anythi-damnit! Sockssockssocks...

After getting myself somewhat under control, and safe in the knowledge that C probably knows what’s going on and can vouch for my non-rapey intentions, I step out into the hallway.

The house is strangely quiet.

Not sure what I was expecting, but something. C and Sue quietly chatting, if I’m going to be honest. But no.

I poke my head around the door of the front room. Sue is sitting in there. C is not.

“Ah...er...hi. Um, odd question, I know, but would you happen to know what C did with my clothing? Only I, er, don’t appear to have any. Like, at all. So I’m a bit...how can I put this?..sky-clad.”

For the first time I notice what Sue’s wearing. It’s a light, summer-y dress. Pale yellow. With her trim figure and short-ish blonde hair she looks a bit like some mythical fire-sprite.

She looks beautiful.

She’s also, I can’t help but notice (because I’m a guy and we notice these things even when we’re not deliberately looking for them I swear) wearing a bra. Or, at least, something under the dress that involves straps.

Intriguing. Sue, as I may have pointed out, doesn’t need a bra for support. Like, at all.

My mind reminds me that this is absolutely none of my business, and could we perhaps focus on more immediate issues for a change?

“Oh!” Sue says. “Sorry about the clothes. You were showering so I bundled them for washing.”

“Ah...okay. Thank you but, as I say, it’s left me a bit bereft in the ‘not flashing everyone’ department. Speaking of ‘everyone’, where is C?”

“Gone back to your place to pick up some stuff. After yesterday we figured it might be best if you guys stayed over for a day or two while we try to work out, well, what happens next.”

Shit. That means I’m naked and alone in a house with a woman I don’t just fancy rotten, I shagged rotten yesterday at, I hasten to add, both her and my wife’s request.

I perform some rapid calculations. Let’s see now...it takes about 25 minutes to get to our place, so call it an hour there and back. And 20, let’s call it 30 minutes to grab clothes, toiletries, etc. 90 minutes, give or take. And she’s probably been gone ages. So I’m probably safe.

“When did she set off?” I ask. “She’s an early riser so I imagine she’s almost back by now,” I say, brightly but, as it turns out, naively.

“About the point you came out of the shower,” Sue says with a wolfish grin. “Also she said she wanted to take care of a few emails. You know what C’s like. So I’ve got you to myself for about four hours.”

Well...shitsickles.

- - -

Now, I know what you’re thinking. And you should be ashamed. Yes, I’m alone and naked in a house with a woman who (a) I fancy rotten, (b) ticks a lot of my fantasy buttons, (c) I have already known extremely intimately, and (d) I strongly suspect is up for a lot more. But there’s one big problem for me: my wife isn’t here.

Yesterday, in and among the more fantasy-driven elements, I think we were working towards establishing a sort of code-of-conduct, principally that neither of us would be intimate with Sue unless the other were present.

I thought that would be easy, because I’ve never been unfaithful to C, and I’ve had my fair share of opportunities where I could have been, some of them where she would never have known. Well, until I broke down and told her, which I inevitably would have, I suspect.

But this is different. We’ve already been intimate, with the other not just watching, but encouraging. Joining in. And I think we all fell in love with everyone else, a bit. Well, I know I did. C claims she did. Sue hasn’t talked about it.

So here’s the problem, from my perspective: I’d dearly like to fool around with Sue, but I don’t know how C would take it.

“You okay back there?” calls Sue.

“Having a bit of a think,” I reply, trying to buy time. But even I know I can’t just loiter naked outside the front room for oh Gods 4 hours alone with Sue!

“Think away,” she says, and from the tone of her voice I know she’s grinning.

How would C want me to react in this situation? What would she want me to do? You can’t go wrong with ‘stay loyal’ but...are we past that, now, as a result of yesterday? Would this actually count as being disloyal?

“If you think you’re a little underdressed I can always remove a few items myself, make you feel a bit more safe?” Sue calls through.

“NO!” I almost scream, but the damage is done. Socks aren’t going to cut it.

“J?” Sue calls, softly. “Come in. Please. It’s alright, I promise. Besides, I have something I want to show you.”

I poke my head around the door. Sue sees me and stands up, then takes a pace or two towards me, before halting just at the point where I was likely to bolt.

“Do you like this?” she says, indicating her dress.

I swallow. “Yes,” I reply. “You look absolutely stunning.”

Sue laughs, then twirls a couple of times. The dress lifts, half concealing, half revealing her buttocks. There’s a couple of things I notice:

One, I hadn’t realised before, but she’s wearing white hold-up stockings under her dress.

And two, there’s something odd. A flash of something blue.

“Do that again?” I ask. Sue complies, twirling on the spot like a giggling ice-skater. There’s a flash of something blue and shiny between her buttocks.

I step into the room. With my brain fully engaged I don’t have a hard-on. I only have so much blood.

“What..?” I start to ask, not entirely sure how to frame the question.

Sue grins at me, then turns to face away from me. Widens her stance. Bends forwards as though to touch her toes. And flips her dress up and out of the way.

And then I very much do have a hard-on. Because Sue is wearing a butt-plug. With a blue, crystal top.

- - -

I stand there, rigid in every regard. I try to move. Where the hell I’d go is anyone’s guess, but initially away was my primary thought. Because I can feel the final shreds of my ability to resist Sue and stay loyal to you being torn away like rice paper in a rainy gale.

Again I try to move. Again I fail. And deep down I know it’s because I don’t want to move.

Sue straightens and walks, cat-like, over to me. Pushes me gently, angling me slightly. I take a step backwards. Another. I feel something soft behind me and with a final delicate push from Sue, I collapse onto the sofa. Sue kneels down and crawls between my legs.

“We...we can’t…” I croak.

“Shhh, J. It’s okay, I promise.”

She leans forward and is clearly about to take me in her mouth. I grasp her head in both hands, push her away, desperately cry “No! Please!”

Sue leans back. “C was right. I didn’t actually believe her, but damn her, she was right. Fuck. That means I owe her a fiver.”

I’m not quite sure what I had expected Sue to say, but safe to say that wasn’t it.

“Whathefuck?” I enquire?

“We had a bet. Four hours alone with me, you with no clothes, me with…” she gestures “I bet her I could suck you off within ten minutes of you seeing me, and she bet me a fiver I couldn’t. And she was right. Damn her.”

“Hang on,” I say, just a little slow on the uptake. “C knows about this? C’s okay with this?!”

“Yes, J. Before you woke, she and I...had some fun. But afterwards she felt guilty. Claimed it amounted to her being unfaithful to you. Which I’m as close as possible to certain you don’t think it was.”

“I don’t. I mean, I was here after all.”

“Not in any way that mattered, J. You were sound. We were only one room away and, well, quite loud at times. Some of it involved toys. You slept through the lot.”

I blink. The thought of Sue and my wife having, well, screaming orgasms together (and toys? Toys?!) is not doing my “don’t have a hard-on” intentions any good.

“So she said it was only fair that you and I had some alone-time. And so here we are.”

Okay, I think to myself. That’s plausible. You went to sleep with Sue having just pleasured you. You’re an early riser. Sue’s probably an early riser. And she’s pretty much always horny around you. So, yes, it’s plausible.

But what if it’s just a fabrication?

Sue sees the look on my face. Interprets it correctly.

“She also said that if you were being especially fanny-ish – her words, not mine – you wouldn’t quite believe that either. So you’re forcing me to

do...this!”

With a flourish she dives her hand under the cushion I’m glued to, evoking a startled yelp from me, has a damn good rummage, and withdraws…

I blink.

A mobile phone. She dials a number and sets it to speaker phone.

And you answer! Of course! The car has a perfectly good hands-free kit, and you never set off without your phone in it.

“Hi, Sue. Is he being a wally like I said?”

Sue sighs. “Yes, I owe you a fiver. I must say I’m very impressed. Any other man would have had me bent over the sofa, especially when they saw...well, you know. Where the hell did you find him?”

“A computer room,” you reply.

Sue thinks for a second. “Yeah, that tracks.”

“Okay,” I hear you say. “Listen to me, J. First off, I love you. And second, I’m so very sorry, because I think I betrayed you a bit this morning.”

“Fucksake,” I hear Sue mutter. “Bad as each other.”

“If what Sue told me is true, that’s not how I see it. You had some fun with her. Good! That’s exactly what I want for you. And I had a lie-in! Win-win!”

You laugh, as I hoped you would. “Yes, but, hear me out: I want the same for you. I had some alone time with Sue without you knowing and I swear I didn’t intend to…”

“It doesn’t matter!” I cry.

“It does to me! We kinda-sorta agreed not to do that, remember?”

Sort of true, I grant, but the situation is fluid. And I’ve got a bone to pick.

“You left me naked and alone with a strumpet!” I panic-hiss into the phone. Sue puts her hands up to her face, mouths the word ‘strumpet’, then positively rolls on the floor, clearly finding this hysterically funny.

“Yes. I thought you might need some encouragement. I want you and Sue to have some time alone. I’ll join you...and join in...at four-ish. I really do have some emails that need attention.”

“I...er…”

“J,” you say, then clearly state: “Goosenarg.”

“What’s with the ‘goose’ thingy?” Sue asks, puzzled.

“’Goosenarg’”, I explain, “is a nonsense word, but it’s one we chose a long time ago. We use it when we need the other to know we’re serious. Sincere. We mean what we’re saying and that it’s okay.”

“So...I’m okay to..?” Sue asks, tentatively.

“Yes!” both myself and you say.

Sue lunges forward and buries me in her mouth. And as I groan in pleasure I hear you say “Oh, and J? I like mine purple.”

And with that you disconnect the call.

You like your what to be purple? I wonder, although in my defence it’s a little hard to concentrate at the moment.

And then the penny drops. You, C. You. My wife. You want a butt-plug!?

My orgasm boils out of me and into Sue’s willing mouth.

- - -

I sit there for a while afterwards, gathering my thoughts. Or trying to at least, as Sue is gently sucking me still, like I’m some sort of comforter for her.

My brain slowly collapses the remaining data down into packets that are a size I can deal with, and I reach a few conclusions.

The first is that I have to believe C when she says that she’s not only okay with Sue and I doing this, she positively needs me to. That’s a tricky one for me, but I have to believe her. It may only be this once, but on some level it needs to happen in order for C to feel right about this.

The second is that, if we are going to do this, I don’t want it to be like yesterday. Yesterday, at both Sue’s request and need, I played someone who was raping Sue as a young woman. And I’m not going to lie, I got off on it. Which I’m not proud of, but yesterday was a weird day to put it mildly. And I have to keep reminding myself that Sue is a lot older than she can appear. She’s 32,33. Today I’m relieved to see that she’s not quite rocking the teenage look. She still looks a lot younger than her age, but now its early-to-mid 20’s.

That’s good, because I don’t want to fake-rape Sue today. I want to know her as a person. As a lover. I want...I need...some gentleness. Some tenderness.

I want to make love with, Sue, not to her, yes I know that’s soppy no you shut up!

On some level I need her to know that I was acting yesterday. That I’m not normally like that, except on certain occasions when C wants something similar (but not as extreme). And I want to thank her for unlocking something deep inside you, C.

If I can just persuade her to let go of me for five minutes…

- - -

I eventually detach her, to some quietly disappointed sounds. Good Lord but she loves sucking things. Don’t get me wrong, not complaining in the slightest, but part of me feels there’s a reason behind it and I’m curious.

I am, I’ll freely admit, someone who talks too much at times. I can’t help it, it’s a defence mechanism.

But not now. I get to my feet.

“Stand up,” I say, softly. Sue cocks her head, registering the change in me. Smiles ever-so-slightly. Then stands up and stands in front of me.

I put my arms around her, drawing her in tightly. Initially I just want to hug her, so I do, gently. Her arms come around me, hugging me back. Tighter than I am.

I bring my right hand up behind her, tilt her head back softly. And kiss her.

It starts off innocently enough, then deepens. Her own hands come up, cradle my head and draw me in, just in case I had any doubts as to her willingness for this. We continue to kiss for maybe five minutes, just exploring each other’s responses. My hands are starting to run up and down her back, which she arches slightly. Her kiss is starting to get breathy and I pull away briefly. Sue is panting slightly. Face flushed. Eyes wide and a little wild.

“Do you,” she pauses, gasps. “Do you have any idea how long it’s been since a man kissed me like that?”

And then she leans in and we’re kissing again, more urgently this time. Exploring each other more thoroughly than before. We’re both making small noises – little moans and gasps of pleasure. She’s adorable.

I feel myself overbalance and tumble back onto the couch again. Sue leaps onto me, plants her lips on mine. Then starts to lower herself onto me.

“Not...not here,” I croak.

She pulls back silently, watches me stand up again, then wraps her arms around me. I lift her. It’s not that I’m strong, per se, it’s more that Sue is light. Again she wraps her legs around me. Her mouth is on mine, and I’m desperately trying to kiss her and navigate to her bedroom. I don’t want to just roger her on the couch. I want to do this properly. And I think she’s starting to understand that.

We eventually make it to her bedroom, having gone via only two wrong rooms, which I consider pretty good going since I don’t know the layout well, can’t see well, and have Sue kissing me passionately which is, to put it mildly, distracting.

But we get there.

With some difficulty...partly because I really don’t want to stop what we’re doing, and partly because neither does she...I detach her from me.

Sue lies on the bed, looking up at me. I half expect her to say something. I fully expect her to lunge for a certain part of me, and I’m ever-so-slightly tensed to prevent it in as gentle-a-way as possible if she does.

But she doesn’t. She lies there. Eyes wide and aimed in my direction.

I kneel on the bed next to her, upright. Gently I put my hands under her shoulders and raise her up, so we’re both kneeling upright. I lean in and start to kiss her again. Before, our kissing was exploratory. Then passionate.

Now it’s emotion. I feel myself melting into her, tell myself I can feel her melting into me.

An alarm bell goes off in the back of my head. I ignore it. And continue to kiss Sue.

Again my hands caress her back. Again she arches it slightly. My hands dip lower, running smoothly across the very top of her buttocks, before returning higher. Sue makes a soft ‘haah!’ sound, rubs herself against me. My hands complete their path up her spine, tracing the zip on her dress. I reach to the top. Locate the pull.

And start to pull it down.

Sue’s breathing deepens and she pulls back, just enough to stop kissing me and to stare into my eyes. My hand reaches the half-way point and Sue closes her eyes, her mouth parted slightly.

My hand completes its decent. I can’t help it, I run that hand over her bum, just lightly. Sue makes a mewling sound. I step back ever so slightly so I can take her all in. She’s kneeling upright, chest rising and falling. She opens her eyes again, staring at me frankly but not saying anything. I place my hands on her shoulders, on the straps of the now loose dress. I look her in the eyes and softly ask “May I?”

Her breath catches slightly. If I didn’t know better...and let’s be honest here, I don’t...I’d swear she was about to cry.

Instead she smiles at me. It’s a smile that’s utterly unlike her normal cheeky grin. It’s heartfelt. Trusting.

She nods.

I part my hands slowly, pulling the straps away from her shoulders and then releasing them. Her dress falls around her like rose petals in a sudden frost where the hell am I getting this from?!

The warning bell at the back of my head sounds again. Again I ignore it.

She looks down, suddenly not meeting my eyes. Is...is she being modest?! Whatever it is, it’s not an act, that much I can tell.

I finally see the item of clothing she had under the dress. It’s a short, silky...something. Not a bra, not a shift. A sort of silk halter-top. Her nipples are visibly poking through it. They must have been visible through her dress as well, I realise, but I’d been a bit too distracted with other things.

That’s...unlike me.

Warning bell. Ignored.

I briefly wonder how to remove it, savagely ignoring the instinct to just tear it apart with my teeth. I instead put my hands under the straps as they cross over her shoulders. Sue confirms this is the right approach by raising her hands above her head. Slowly, I draw the garment upwards and off of her. I discard it.

Sue is now almost completely naked. Some very brief panties are all that remain, and they can wait for now. I gently take her in my arms, kiss her, and lay her down on the bed. I lay over her, not on her. I’m supporting my weight.

I start to kiss her again and she returns them hesitantly this time, then with increased intensity. We continue like this for a few minutes before slowly, oh so slowly, I start to head down. I kiss her chin. Her throat. The top of her chest. Then a little lower.

And then I move sideways slightly, and gently take one of her nipples in my mouth. She gasps and makes that adorable mewling sound. I feel her hands caressing the back of my head. Not to pull me onto her, I realise, but just to touch. To make contact. My appropriate hand has reached up and started caressing her other nipple. No pinching, no pulling, no tugging. Just a soft stimulation I fervently hope isn’t boring her. Her back arches and she makes a soft, sighing sound. I flick the one in my mouth with my tongue and hear her gasp.

Warning bell.

I pay just a slight bit of attention to it this time. It’s the one I think of as the Proximity Alarm. Well, that’s just nonsense. Ignore.

I continue to pleasure her this way for several minutes. We’re in no rush. Then I start to head south again. She giggles delightfully when I kiss her navel...and then we’re getting into serious territory. Point of no return stuff.

I pass that point.

I start kissing the upper boundary of her pubic hair. I kiss her through her panties. Lick her. Suck her. Her legs alternately open, then close, as though she doesn’t know how to react. I slip my tongue under her panties and start to lick her in earnest. Her hands claw at the sheets and I’m absolutely sure she cums. I hope so, anyway. It’s certainly what I’m aiming for.

I ignore the butt-plug. It takes some doing, but I manage it. I dearly, dearly want to play with her in that way, but now’s not the time. The tone is wrong. Sue clearly thought today...well, the bit at the start containing me...would go in a different direction. A more evenly-keeled version of yesterday. Lots of shagging, seeing who could make the other cum the most, that sort of thing.

Think I caught her by surprise. I smile, then lick her slowly, from her entrance all the way up to her clit. She makes an almost anguished sound, hands once again clawing at the sheets before clamping to my head. I lean forward, kiss her clit through her now-thoroughly-drenched panties and lean back slightly.

I look at her. She’s breathing heavily, chest rising and falling like she’d been running. Her expression is half naked longing, and half something I can’t identify.

I move my hands to her hips. Move my thumbs under the miniscule waistband of her panties. Look her in the eyes.

“Please!” she whispers. “Please!”

I slowly draw them down. Slowly, past her knees. Her ankles. Until they are off entirely and lying on the floor.

I position myself on top of her again, and once again start kissing her. Our kissing is urgent this time, primal needs making themselves known. Sue parts her legs in a way that’s almost chaste. Reaches down. Takes hold of me and positions me.

“Please,” she whispers. “Please...take me.”

That line should be corny as Hell, full on Mills & Boon territory. It should make me laugh. Instead, my mouth goes dry.

I penetrate her, slowly, as with everything else we’ve done so far. She cries out, a wordless sound that’s half passion and half sob. Her hands again reach around me, holding me into her. My hips are on automatic, hers rising and falling to meet mine and I’m just revelling in the feel of this wonderful woman’s body. Sue’s eyes are closed and she’s making lovely sounds of delight, as though all this was some wonderful surprise. We speed up slowly, matching each other’s pace and rhythm. I feel the clench/release as she cums, and realise my own orgasm is fast approaching, for all I’ve been trying to delay it.

Sue pants, holds me, looks up at me. “I’m close...so close...please…”

I firm my strokes, lengthening them, deepening them. I realise that nothing can stop my orgasm now, and I fervently hope I haven’t royally fucked up the timing.

I haven’t.

Sue gasps one last time. Her hands rake my back, her back arches. She clenches hard around me, crying out. And my own orgasm matches hers, erupting over me and into Sue and goes on and on and on…

...and Sue cries out “I love you please don’t leave me!”

Proximity Alarm.

- - -

Five minutes later. I’m on my back. Sue is curled around me, head on my chest, legs entwined with mine. I’m stroking her hair, feeling happy and contented. And then two things register: one, Sue’s body is...jerking slightly. Hitching. And two, my chest is wet.

Sue’s crying.

My head snaps up, my neck reminding me that I’m of an age where I probably shouldn’t do that.

“Sue?” I ask, softly. “What’s wrong?”

She sobs. My worry increases.

“What did you do to me, J?” asks Sue, quietly.

I quietly panic. What did I do to her? I frantically review all the events from the point that I got out of bed, trying to find something...anything...that Sue wouldn’t have liked.

I fail. Nothing we’ve done this morning is even close to what we did yesterday.

What the hell is going on?

“It...it wasn’t supposed to go this way,” sobs Sue. “We were just supposed to fuck around, you know? A bit of physical fun. Nothing more significant than that. Nothing serious. But...but you…”

She buries her head in my chest and sobs uncontrollably. I hold her, only about half sure she even wants me to touch her but wanting her to know I’m not a threat.

Am I a threat?

I lie there, cradling her, scared to move. Sue eventually cries herself out and falls into a sort of sleep.

I lie there. Worrying.

I recall Sue’s words: “it wasn’t supposed to go this way.”

I couldn’t have put it better myself. What the hell have I done?

- - -

About an hour later – and two hours before C is due to return – Sue wakes.

“I’m sorry,” she says.

I tentatively stroke her head. Meet no resistance. Continue.

“You have nothing to apologise for, Sue. If anything it’s me that should be apologising. It’s just...I...I don’t actually know what it is I’ve done, because I’m a fool, but whatever it is I am sorry. I’m so sorry Sue.”

I’m crying myself, my ability not to having been exhausted.

Sue is also crying slightly, but smiles at me. Dear Gods I needed her to smile.

“You have nothing to apologise for, J. You...affected me, emotionally, but I know you didn’t intend to.”

My face is a picture of puzzlement.

“I just wanted to be nice to you, Sue. To, well, it sounds a bit soppy but, well, make love to you. With! I mean with you!”

Sue smiles, tears rolling down her face. I’m a guy, we have trouble with more than a single emotion at a time. My face reflects this.

Sue looks at me, sadly. “You think I’m a slut, don’t you, J? I don’t blame you. I mean, look at how I behave with people who are friends.”

Friends. We’re still friends. I grab onto that and hold on for dear life.

“But here’s the thing, J. I’ve had sex with only four men. I don’t actually count that 15yo that took my virginity when I was 14.”

She sees the look on my face.

“Oh...yes. Should have mentioned. That part of my fantasy was true. By age 15 I had been intimate, if you can call it that. Just the once, for the reasons I stated. That much was true. I hated it. When I next gave myself I was 19. It was better. But he didn’t care about me, just himself. We stayed together for a couple of years, then I dumped him.

The next was when I was 23. He was a mistake. I was needy. He took advantage of that. I stayed with him...too long.

The next was a couple of years later, and it was entirely physical. Basically just six months of one-night stands with the same guy. It went nowhere but, if I’m going to be honest, it was never intended to. We both had something the other needed, and we gave it freely. We parted as friends. He moved to Australia. We still stay in touch.

And then I met Robert.”

I pay attention, not that I hadn’t already.

“Sue?” I interject. “Can I just point out that you don’t need to tell me any of this? I mean, I’m more than happy to listen, but please, for the love of Zod, don’t feel obligated.”

Sue smiles, sadly. “I want to, J.”

“Do you mind if I share this with C? Because if you do mind, I won’t. Share it, I mean. She’ll understand.”

“You’ll tell her anyway, silly. She’s your wife.”

“Sue, both C and I came to an agreement a long time ago. If someone tells us something in confidence, and they don’t want the other to know then we don’t tell the other. We both understand this. Trust is important. I mean, don’t get me wrong, if you told me something in confidence that could affect C, she’d know as soon as I could tell her. Same with her and me. Loyalty. But if I hear something in confidence, or she does, and the stipulations are ‘no-one else knows’, then that’s it. No-one else knows. No-one.”

Sue smiles. “It’s okay. If you don’t tell C, I will. But anyway, Robert: we met at a party and hit it off. Started going steady, as they say. Waited a surprising amount of time before we got physical. Although in hindsight, not that surprising.”

She looks wistful.

“He was never as into sex as I was. And, fool that I am, I thought I could fix him. So much so, we married. Trouble is, he wasn’t broken…just...”

“Just what?” I ask.

“Robert’s gay. He didn’t know it when we met, or if he did he was in denial. Not sure. He tried so very hard to make it work and I love him for it, but it couldn’t. I’m the wrong person for him. It’s stupid. I’m normally very good at knowing if someone is gay, or at least bi. Turns out I’m only good where women are concerned. I knew C could be bi with the right person about a day after first meeting her.”

I’ve been married to her for a long time, I think to myself, and never even suspected.

“So we’ve split apart. We both know we’ll get divorced. And it will be amicable. So there’s that.

Thing is, J, the point to all this rambling nonsense is this: I’ve had a lot of sex but with only a few partners.”

“That doesn’t matter to me, Sue” I say. “I love you for being you.”

“Oh God, you’re making it worse! J, in all my years I’ve had a lot of sex but no-one, not one of the men I’ve been with, did what you did.”

I frantically try to think what she means. Was it that thing with the tongue, or..?

“They all fucked me, but none of them made love to me, J. Not one. You care. And that’s...new. A bit scary. For all that we did yesterday, even when you and C had me tied to the bed, dominating me, about to take me, I never felt as vulnerable as I did earlier when...you just kissed me.”

Sue uncurls, then repositions herself fully astride me. Her face is just an inch or two away from mine. She reaches up, strokes my hair.

“Do it again. Please?”

- - -

And so we did. If anything, slower and even more tenderly than the first time.

And then we slept.

We woke at about 3-ish. An hour still before C arrives.

Sue whispers “You’ll hate me, but I wish you’d never met C. I wish I could have been there before she was. I wish I could have married you.”

“It wouldn’t have been appropriate,” I say. “For one thing you’d have been about 9.”

Sue punches my arm. Which hurts.

“You know what I mean. I wish that we were here, now, like this, but you’re mine instead of hers. Part of me wishes I could steal you from her. I know I can’t, though. You pair are almost genetically loyal to each other and it’s beautiful. I just...wish I had something like that…”

Sue’s sobbing into my chest again and there’s nothing I can do. No words I can comfort her with. I feel utterly useless.

And then I hear the front door shutting.

I hear you approaching, stopping briefly in the front room to drop some heavy-sounding stuff, then pop your head around the bedroom door.

“Hi guys! How’s the shag-a-thon going? Managed to clear my email about an hour earlier than expected because it turned out most of the problems could be solved by explaining to people that Chris is an idiot and they should stop listening to him. Why is Sue crying? J, why is Sue crying? What have you done to her?”

“I’ve not done anything to her!” I protest. “At least, not in the way you think.”

Shit. That made it sound worse.

You look at me, then pointedly look at the bed which contains copious evidence that things have, indeed, been done, look back at me and cock an eyebrow.

“Look,” I say, “I know you hate it when I say ‘it’s complicated’, because you always claim it means I’m up to something…”

Both eyebrows are now cocked.

“...and okay, yes, some of the time...alright, most of the time you’re right. Ish. But this isn’t one of those times! It really is complicated!”

Sue unpeels herself from me and throws herself at you, hugging you tightly. Your face is an absolute picture and, to your credit, you don’t actually scream, although I suspect it was a close thing. You’re not generally the hugging type. Not where other people are concerned, at least. You like a little warning. A little advance notice. In writing, preferably.

Sue has her arms wrapped tightly around you. You, however, have your arms out in front like you’re pretending to be an Auton or something. I make frantic arms-closing gestures and hope you’ll take the sodding hint.

You do. A little uncertainly to be sure, but you hug Sue back. Then it’s as if you’ve only just remembered you like her, and your hug becomes real.

You make vague ‘shush’ing noises and rock her. It’s oddly sweet.

“What’s the nasty man done to you, Sue?” you ask, a little unfairly.

“I’m so sorry, C!” Sue wails into your chest. “I’m so very sorry!”

“What’s wrong? Tell me, please.”

“You’re not going to like it,” I comment.

You stare at me.

“Sorry,” I say.

“Sue, please tell me. It can’t be that bad.”

“I’m so, so sorry C but I’m in love with your husband please don’t leave me!”

“Told you,” I say, glumly.

You close your eyes and in an extremely heartfelt way say “Fuck.”

- - -

You manoeuvre Sue over to the bed and sit down, Sue still clutching you.

“I can’t leave you alone for a few hours, can I?” you state.

“But...that’s exactly what you did!” I protest.

“Yes, but you were supposed to just bonk each other’s brains out, the way Sue and I did this morn...never mind. I was convinced, utterly convinced that ten minutes after I’d put the phone down this morning you’d have had Sue pressed up against the shower wall, balls deep in some part of her. I was so sure, in fact, that I had to pull over in a secluded layby on the way home, just so I could...well, never mind that either.”

I metaphorically turn and give the camera a significant look.

You continue. “But no, you had to go and seduce her, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t sedu…” I pause. Have a bit of a think. “...crap. I did, didn’t I? In my defence I didn’t mean to – shit, sorry Sue, that came out wrong. I mean, I did sort-of want to just be, well, nice to you after all the fake-rapey stuff yesterday and…” I tail off.

You sigh in an exasperated way.

“For what it’s worth Sue, this sort of thing happens all the time with him.”

I ask my brain to tell me the precise number of times I’ve accidentally seduced a friend in her own bed and accidentally made her fall in love with me, and after lighting up the ‘Are you fucking kidding me?’ bulb it informs me that the number is zero, as I damn well know and could I please stop asking it bloody stupid questions and get back to looking at boobs?

My head’s a weird place, okay?

“Oh, not quite like this, but...put it this way, if we go shopping together there’s a very good chance that another customer – almost always a woman – will come up and start asking questions as though he works there. It’s like he has this aura that says “I’m not a threat, come talk to me”. And that’s it. It’s not like they’re diving into his jeans or anything…”

...Sue giggles into your cleavage…

“...they probably don’t even know why they do it. They just do. Or supermarkets. Someone – again, almost always a woman – will ask him if he wouldn’t mind fetching something down off a high shelf. Not every time, but often enough.”

“Oh come on,” I protest. “It doesn’t happen that much!”

“It happened in Tesco last Tuesday,” you reply.

I have a bit of a think. “Remind me?”

“The bread isle? That woman asked you to get the loaf on the high shelf?”

“Oh, that! Well, okay, but it was quite high up.”

“The other 47 identical loaves weren’t, though.” you reply, steadily.

“Maybe...maybe she just really wanted...that loaf?” I ask.

“She was at least three inches taller than you.”

Muffled laughter from what you’ve made me swear never to call your ‘happy valley’, under threat of extreme testicular removal.

“More importantly Sue, we’re not going anywhere. We’re not leaving you. Where did you get that idea from?”

“She said the same to me. I didn’t think much of it at the time as things were a little, er, intense.”

You look at me steadily, then cast your eye over the sheets again.

“Mmmmhmmm” you comment.

More laughter. And I suddenly realise that the tension has gone. Whatever fear Sue had, it’s not there any more. You’ve done more with an extended hug and talking nonsense than I managed all afternoon with kind words and caresses.

“We’ve got the makings of the very early stages of a...what’s it called, dear? A gluon?” you ask.

“A what now?” I ask, confused.

“You know. Three people in a relationship with each other.”

“Thruple,” I reply. “The word is ‘thruple’”.

“Not gluon? Are you sure?”

“C, a thruple is where three people have a stable physical and emotional relationship with each other, whereas a gluon is a massless elementary particle similar to a...hang on, did you make me say this just to make me sound like a knob?” I ask, suspiciously.

From somewhere between your breasts I hear a muffled ‘knob!’

“Might have. I mean, at least I didn’t call it a ‘threesome’”

I nod. “Too tacky. That’s basically just sex…”

…“sex” says Sue…

...”whereas this is much more emotional.”

“Sex” says Sue again, not helping.

“Well, at least I didn’t call it a three-cheese selection,” you say.

Oh, shitgibbons.

“C,” I say, worriedly. “We agreed never to mention that. Like, ever.”

Sue’s head pops up. “Okay, I’m curious. What’s with the cheese?”

“C? No. Please don’t do this,” I implore.

“It was early in our relationship. He’d taken me out to dinner at some fancy restaurant, trying to impress me. Which was actually rather sweet, because he hates those places. Trouble is, so do I, but in his defence he didn’t know that and he was trying, bless him. Where was I?”

“About to talk about literally anything else?” I beg.

“Cheese,” Sue reminds you. How very helpful of her.

“Ah, yes. So. Anyway. We get to the end of the main meal and he decides to really try to impress me. Earlier I’d mentioned I quite liked the sound of the three-cheese selection board, and clearly he’d remembered. And so he ordered it. Well, tried to.”

I’m slowly reaching for a pillow.

“Still not seeing the problem, or why J’s acting all weird.” Sue gives this some thought. “Weirder, I mean.”

Thanks.

“He was trying to be ‘sophisticated’.”

Sue looks at you, then at me for a solid few seconds, then back at you. Makes a sort of muffled ‘snork!’ sound.

You sigh. “Yes, I know, but here’s the best bit: he decided to order it in French.”

Sue thinks. “’Sélection de trois fromages’ if I remember my Duolingo” says Sue.

“Yes,” you reply, “but he got it a little bit wrong.”

“I’m begging you – please don’t do this to me!” I wail.

You grin evilly. “So there we were, ordering desert. Our waitress was a young lass as I recall. 18, 19, thereabouts. A year or so younger than we were at the time...”

I grab the pillow.

“You should have seen the look on her face when he said I’d quite fancy a ‘ménage à trois’”.

I bury my head under the pillow as Sue’s laughter rings out around me.

 

 

A month passed. Both C and I had arranged to take time off work while we explored this situation. It seemed to be working. We slept in Sue’s oversize bed, except when one of us wanted to be alone or to give the other two time for each other. Sometimes Sue slept elsewhere, allowing us to have time together. Sometimes you left Sue and I for the night. And sometimes I left you to explore your acceptance and intimacy with Sue. Those nights were hard on me, I admit. The spare room is next door, and hearing your soft cries through the walls stirred a lingering but persistent jealousy within me. On a couple of those occasions I couldn’t stand it and went through to the front room, slept on the couch where the sounds were more muffled. But, ultimately, I knew Sue wasn’t a threat. Indeed, I felt protective of her. Wanting to help her move on from the bad things that had happened in her life, and do whatever I could to prevent new ones from occurring.

Towards the end of the month I noticed that you and Sue were having some private chats. I got the feeling they were increasingly serious but, when I pressed you both, you both claimed everything was fine. At one point – and I swear it was accidental – I overheard the final part of one of your conversations. In a quiet voice Sue asked “Are you sure about this?” and you replied “Yes. It’s going to hurt but it has to happen.”

I coughed to let you know I was there, and you immediately started talking about something else. Stupidly, I actually thought that you’d been discussing getting a piercing.

Little did I know.

I had no idea that within the next 24hrs, you and Sue would conspire to destroy me.

Nor that you would succeed.

- - -

The day my world fell apart started innocuously enough.

We’d all three been in the bed the previous night. We did nothing other than chat, and I got the feeling that you were both rather distant. I put it down to you being tired, although Sue normally has the limitless energy of the younger and fitter. But not that night. I worried about it in a vague way, then reminded myself we were all adults. If something was wrong, and you needed me to know, you’d tell me.

Well, I was right about that, I guess. In a way.

We woke at our normal time. And still I sensed that distance between us. A tiny tingle of serious worry started at the back of my head but, once again, I told myself I was imagining things.

Bathroom-wise it had been agreed that I’d use the bedroom’s en-suit, while you pair used a larger and more lavish bathroom down the hall. Just as I was shutting the door I saw you two sitting on the bed. I don’t think you clocked that I was watching. I heard Sue ask ‘Today?’ Saw you nod.

I put it out of my mind, confident that it couldn’t be that serious, whatever it was, and got on with bathroom-related matters.

After my shower, and while I was brushing my hair I swear I hear a muffled ‘clonk’ sound. I stop what I’m doing and listen.

Nothing.

I finish brushing my hair and tie it back for once. I open the bathroom door, to find Sue standing right outside.

“Gah!” I exclaim, caught by surprise. Sue looks at me, her face expressionless, then hooks a finger under my chin. She pulls me – a little aggressively – into the room.

“Is this something kinky?” I ask, like a fool.

Sue remains silent, pulling me to the far side of the bedroom opposite the hallway door. Efficiently she rotates me so I’m facing that direction, then shoves me back. My legs hit something solid and, against my will, I sit down with a faint grunt.

What I’m sitting on is a heavy wooden chair that wasn’t there this morning. That must have been the noise I heard. Sue walks around me, behind me, running her fingers over me as she does, before grabbing my arms and pulling them back.

“Wha..?!” I exclaim, before feeling something metal happen. That’s about the only way I can describe it.

I try to stand up. Fail. I try to move my arms. Fail.

Sue’s handcuffed me to the chair.

“Er…” I say. “I hate to spoil whatever this is quite this early, but: cabbage.”

‘Cabbage’ was the safe word we established back when we were about to play out a version of Sue’s rape fantasy. An unequivocal way for any of us to say ‘no’ and mean it. To break off and re-assess the situation. It is absolutely sacrosanct.

Sue hears the word. I said it quite clearly. She smiles, shakes her head very faintly, then slaps me hard enough to sting and says “We need to talk. This isn’t working.”

- - -

“What do you mean?” I ask. My senses and instincts are increasingly alarmed. Something is very off.

“And where’s C?” I ask, suddenly needing you very badly indeed.

“Never mind C,” Sue says. “We’ll get to her later. Right now, we need to talk. Or, rather, I talk and you listen.”

She perches on the side of the bed, facing me. She’s wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. I’ve no idea why I noticed that. My mind was casting about for something – anything – normal.

“God, you must have thought you were the luckiest man alive, huh? All these years I’ve known C I’ve known that you lusted after me, J. You didn’t do a very good job of hiding it, after all.”

Was I that obvious? I think to myself. And did I lust after you? I had a huge crush on you, granted, but lust?

“So when you caught me a bit vulnerable that night you must have thought your ship had come in, eh? J, do you seriously think I’d start a relationship with a guy like you under normal circumstances? I mean, look at the age difference for one. You could practically be my Dad.”

There’s a voice – or, rather, a Voice – at the back of my head. We all have it. It’s the voice of our doubts. Our insecurities. And we should never, ever, under any circumstances listen to it much. A little bit every now and then, just to make sure we’re not accidentally behaving like an arrogant cockwomble. But for the most part it should be ignored.

That Voice speaks loudly within me now, saying “She’s right. Why would she fall for someone like me?”

“And your so-called ‘loyalty’ to C?” Sue continues. “Remember that bet we made, where I bet her I could suck you off within ten minutes? I lost that one, but what if it had been fifteen minutes, eh? What then?”

I look – and feel – guilty, because I’m pretty damn sure Sue would have won that one. I’d been right on the edge.

You’re only technically loyal, the Voice says. Because it’s never really been tested.

Sue sees my face. Sneers slightly. “You’re all the same. Some pretty girl flatters you, puts her lips on you, and you think you’re God’s gift. The White Knight come to save the damsel.”

She’s right again, the Voice says. I’m nothing special. She flattered me slightly and I fell for it like some needy inadequate.

“I mean okay, you were a fairly decent – if thoroughly uninspiring – shag, but nothing to write home about. And God but you’re easily played! The look on your face when…”

Sue puts her hands under her chin, playing an innocent-winsome caricature

...”’Oh, J, no-one has kissed me like that in a long time! Please do it again!’”

Sue laughs, while I whisper “No. No, that was real. I was there, remember?”

What are the odds though, the Voice says, that we somehow kissed her in a way she needed? She was acting all along. Playing me. Playing with me.

“And then you had to go and do the whole Mills & Boon ‘lovemaking’ thing. Dear God I was bored.”

“No,” I say, again, starting to get genuinely scared for reasons I can’t put into words.

“Yes, J. That was, hands down, the most tedious sex I’ve had in a long time, and I remind you that I accidentally married a man who’s gay!”

Okay. That hurt.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “We’ll...we’ll leave. Never darken your door again. If C can still be your friend…” oh God that sounded pathetic, “I’d appreciate it, but you’ll never see me agai…”

“No.” Sue says.

And then my day gets worse.

- - -

“Where’s C?” I ask again.

“Shhh,” Sue replies. “We’re leading up to her soon, I promise. Although you won’t like it when we do.”

Fear rises within me and I try to stamp it back down. Something about the way Sue subtly emphasised ‘leading’ is worrying me, and I don’t know why. But, I realise, it seems I don’t know a lot of things. Things I took for granted.

“You see, J, for all your faults...and there are a lot, trust me...you did one thing right.”

Sue makes me wait. Makes me ask the question.

And bitterly, I do. “What, Sue? Regale me. Tell me the one token bit of rightness I’ve apparently done in amongst all the apparent FUCKUPS!” I sob.

And just for a second I swear I see something other than cruelty on her face. A flash of something that might have been worry?

What does she have to be worried about? the Voice asks. We’re no threat to her.

She recovers and plants a twisted version of her normal cheeky grin on her face.

“Can’t you guess, J? I thought you always claimed that despite your stupid fucking hair, you were actually quite bright?”

Ouch.

“No more games, Sue. Please. You owe me that much at least.”

She smiles. And I have never been more scared of a smile in my entire life.

“I don’t owe you anything, J. But for what it’s worth, the one thing you did right was this: you brought C to me in a way that made her want me. And guess what? She doesn’t want you any more. Neither of us does.”

- - -

I feel something twist, deep within me. And I try to fight back.

“I don’t believe you,” I state. “Nice try, though. We’ve been together for over half our lives. You don’t just throw that away on a whim!” I spit the last word.

But why would she stay with you? the Voice asks. You’ve been unfaithful. Worse, made her be unfaithful. Once you break those ties they remain broken.

“SHUT UP!” I shout.

Again Sue’s face betrays a flicker of...something. Then recovers.

“In her defence she didn’t intend for this. It really is nothing personal…”

“How can it not be personal?” I scream. “She’s my wife!”

So you believe Sue, the Voice says.

“No!” I whisper.

“It’s really your fault, J. That first night you actually asked her to let you be unfaithful. How sad is that? And after that you were encouraging her to explore herself. And she did. Women are much, much better at that sort of thing than men. But once you open us up to other possibilities, other avenues...you can’t close them off again. Oh, you can try, but it never works. You can’t just say ‘actually dear I don’t want to you shagging Sue any more’ and toddle off home. You encouraged her to try being intimate with me…”

“No!” I shout. “That was you. You encouraged her!”

And Sue hisses back “Why was she in that position in the first place?”

Shit.

“You made her aware that there were other choices she could make. That her life didn’t have to revolve around you…”

“No…”

“Yes. She grew to know me. I told you, I knew she could be bi with the right person a day after meeting her. I confess I didn’t think that person was me, but I was delighted when that turned out to be the case. So, really, I should thank you. I’ve had four failed relationships, all with men. And then you brought C into my life properly. I want her. She wants me. And so I’m going to take her from you.”

- - -

I lean back in the chair. Close my eyes.

My mind is working hard, desperately trying to find anything I can cling to. Anything that would make me leap to my feet – metaphorically, naturally, restrained as I am to the chair – and shout “Ah ha! Nice try and you had me going there for a while, but you forgot…” something, and have everything be alright again.

I desperately need to feel like I have some control. Some say in events. Some voice in the narrative.

But I can’t. Everything Sue has said is, at best, plausible. At worst it’s simply the plain, ugly truth. And the clincher is that you aren’t here. And that’s worrying me desperately.

Because there’s only one way to be certain – to know if this is just some cruel fiction, or if I really have lost you – I need to hear this from you.

“I’m going to ask you one last time: where’s C? Where my wife?”

“She’s getting changed. Today’s going to be a special day.”

More fear.

“In fact it’s about time I checked on her. Cheer up! You’ll be seeing your wife soon. Just before she stops being your wife.”

And with that Sue leaves the room, closing the door behind her.

I try banging the cuffs together. I dimly remember that some of them – designed for stage shows and parlour tricks – open when you bang them together.

I try.

It hurts.

It doesn’t cause them to spring open.

Shite.

I sit there for I don’t know how long. Naked, literally and metaphorically. More alone than I’ve ever felt, because every other time I knew you were out there and my loneliness was temporary. Now? Now I don’t know that.

I hear noises. Two people approaching. I close my eyes, take a deep breath. And wait.

The two people walk up to the door. The sound of their footsteps is...’clocky’? Heels, I think.

And then I hear something that sends iced water down my spine. I hear you. I hear your voice. I hear you say, to Sue, “I love you.”

I screw my eyes tight as tears run down my face.

- - -

The door opens. Sue walks in. She’s changed out of the sweatpants-and-t-shirt outfit. She’s now wearing...well, the only way I can describe it is elegant ‘fuck me’ clothes. A black bra, subtly glossy. Black skirt, short, same material. Black stockings. Black heels. I can’t see her panties but I can make a guess. One hand is behind her back for some reason. I think it’s holding something but I can’t tell.

“C?!” I call out. “Let’s go. Please. Make Sue release me and let’s get out of here!”

No reply.

Fear.

Sue brings the hand behind her back out in front. She’s holding a...what is that?

It’s a leash. It’s a long, black leash. And with horror I know, for a fact, what...or who...is on the other end of it.

“Told you I’d lead C here, didn’t I? And I told you you wouldn’t like it.”

Sue pulls on the leash, and you come into the room.

My breath stops.

You’re wearing an identical outfit to Sue, except for three differences: your outfit is white. There’s a white collar around your neck, to which the leash is attached. And your hands are tied behind you.

White. Bridal, I realise.

Oh, God. This is real.

Sue guides you over to the bed, sits you down. You look up at her adoringly and I feel my heart crack. You haven’t looked at me once since you entered the room. Not once. It’s as though I don’t exist to you.

Layer by layer everything I believe to be true is being stripped away, leaving me with...what?

Nothing. Nothing but fear.

Sue stands up and walks towards me. Stands still, then twirls like she did a month and a lifetime ago.

“Welcome to the last day of your married life, J” Sue says, then turns and looks adoringly at you. “And to the first day of your new marriage.”

You smile up at her again.

Oh God, no. Please.

“Shall we begin?” asks Sue, brightly.

- - -

“Marriage, J, as I’m sure you’re aware, is a simple business of give and take. You both give of each other, freely and evenly, and you both take what the other gives. Even I know that, and my marriage was a clusterfuck. I mean sure, there’s more to it than that, but at its heart that’s what it is: give and take.”

That’s not even remotely true, I want to say. But I’m powerless to speak.

Sue turns to you. “Stand up, love.”

You stand, still gazing adoringly at Sue’s eyes. Sue runs her hands gently over your head, your face, caressing you.

“How do you feel about me, C?” Sue asks.

“I love you,” you reply.

“What do you want me to do?” Sue asks.

“Free me. Claim me. Please…” you reply. I emit a strangled sob. This can’t be happening!

Sue runs her hands lightly over your breasts. I see your nipples protrude through the material. I mean, okay, it’s an autonomous response. It’s not like you can control it. But symbolically it’s significant.

You emit a soft moan and say “Yes…”

“No!” I whisper.

“And what about him?” Sue asks with undisguised contempt, nodding her head at me. You look at me for the first time since you entered the room. Your face is expressionless. And then you turn back to Sue.

“I don’t want him. Make me yours. Please?” you say to Sue.

I feel the floor fall out from under me, the sensation so strong I literally look down to make sure it didn’t actually happen.

But there was worse to come.

- - -

“I like the ties-and-leash symbology. Do you like it, J? That was C’s idea. Symbolic of how she feels tied, constrained, and led around by you.”

I shake my head, not wanting to hear any of this.

“I bet you convinced yourself that you were equal partners. That you shared all the tedious stuff like housework. I’m also willing to bet that in reality you didn’t. But even so, you still expected her – my wonderful partner-to-be – to spread her legs for you. Typical man.”

“Please, stop this. I’m begging you. Let her go. Let me go. Please!”

Sue shakes her head. “We’ve talked about this extensively over the last month, J. We know what needs to be done.”

The conversations I’d known you were having. The ones I’d convinced myself were nothing to worry about. Stupid, stupid little man! I think to myself.

Is she being taken from you? The Voice asks. Or did you push her away?

“I’m sorry!” I whisper, tears suddenly rolling down my face. “I’m so, so sorry. I’ll do better, I promise, just please don’t leave me!”

“Too late for that, J” Sue says, her voice quavering slightly. She coughs.

“And now, C...I free you.”

Sue walks behind you, and unties your hands. Then reaches up and unclips the leash. Undoes the collar and discards it. You look at her lovingly.

“Thank you!” you whisper. “Now...please...claim me.”

But you don’t wait. You lean in to Sue and start kissing her. Your now-freed hands come around her back, holding her into you. She holds you in return, your kiss deepening. I see one of your hands running up and down Sue’s back in a way I know, for a fact, she adores. Or, I thought she did. Maybe not with me…

Sue manoeuvres you over to the bed, rotates you around and lays you down upon it. Your legs are hanging off the side and Sue parts them, gently, then lies down on top of you between them and starts to kiss you in earnest. I hear you making little gasps and whimpers of pleasure. The way you used to with me, in another life...

And the tears roll down my face for what I now know I’ve lost.

You and Sue continue like this for a few minutes, while I’m forced to watch. Feeling every layer of what I thought was reality being stripped away. This can’t be happening. But it is. I feel my world fracturing, around me and inside of me.

Sue eventually breaks off. You lean up abruptly and plant one last kiss on her, reluctant to let her go. That gesture alone fills me with despair because it was so honest.

“There’s just one last thing that needs doing, and then we’ll let you go.” Sue tells me.

We, I think. We’ll let you go.

I didn’t know what was coming, stupid man that I am. Of all the things that had happened today, I genuinely didn’t expect you to do what you were about to.

- - -

You sit up on the bed. Sue sits down next to you. “You know what to do,” Sue tells you.

You stand up and for the first time look at me. And suddenly I’m very, very scared.

“You gave me something, a long time ago. I don’t need it any more,” you tell me.

What? Oh – oh, no I think, suddenly having a horrible feeling I know what you intend.

“Please, C! Please don’t do this! I’m begging you, please! PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME!” I scream. Then whisper “I’m nothing without you. I’ll have nothing without you. I’m begging you. If you ever loved me, at all, please don’t do...this…”

“You must,” Sue tells you.

I see a flicker of something like pain on your face and you glance back at Sue. Sue nods. “You must,” she repeats.

You turn back to face me. Hold up your left hand.

And I watch in horror as you remove your wedding ring. Watch as you place your ring down, discarding it.

You’ve not removed it more than a half-dozen times in all the years we’ve been married, and only when there was a damn good reason to.

“Hand it to me,” Sue says. And you do.

And something breaks within me. Not bone. Not muscle. Not tendon.

My soul. I feel my soul break. My mind fractures, finally unable to deal with this reality.

I throw my head back and howl in anguish.

Everything goes dark.

- - -

I come to a short but unknown amount of time later. I see you two holding each other, and the break in my soul aches horribly.

“There’s...” Sue starts, then breaks off and makes a sound like a sob.

A sob?

She continues. “There’s just one last thing that needs doing. The most important of all. C – free him.”

You walk up to me and around me. I see your face is wet.

What?

You do something behind me, and with a click my hands are freed. You walk back around and stand in front of me. Sue joins you.

“Here,” she says. “Take this.”

She hands me your ring.

“Why?” I ask, bitterly. “Something to remember you both by? A wee memento of times past? Something to look at while I just wait to die?”

Sue is crying. What the hell is going on?

“Please, J. Take it. I’m begging you.”

I reach out with a shaky hand and take the ring, very confused. Sue smiles at me. And for once it’s not her cruel, spiteful “I’ve got something of yours” smile. It’s honest.

What the fuck?

And then you present your left hand to me. Fingers spread. I hold the ring.

Sudden hope flares in me.

I look at your ring. Look at your empty...pain!...ring finger. And then Sue’s fingers also gently grasp the ring so that we’re both holding it.

And then I...we...place it back on your finger.

“I love you,” you smile. “I love you both.”

- - -

I think I black out again briefly. In my defence I’ve had a bit of a day.

When I come to again you’re both looking at me, concerned. Holding each other. Only this time it isn’t possessive or threatening. It’s just two women comforting each other.

But I can feel the anger boiling up in me.

“You broke me. You pair fucking broke me. Why? Why the hell did you do that? What the fuck did I do to you!?” I sob. I’m shaking, I realise.

“We had to,” you say, softly. “It was the only way this would work. We had to break you, so we could put the pieces back together in a slightly different order.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“You were stifling Sue. Treating her like damaged goods. I know you didn’t mean to, but you were acting like she was a bird with a broken wing. And what’s the first thing you do if you want to care for a bird with a broken wing?”

“You put them in a ca...oh. Oh shit.”

You nod.

“You were putting Sue in a cage. Thinking, acting, like she needed protection. But she doesn’t. Not like that, anyway. I know you meant well, but you were killing what we might have here. It would have worked for a few months, but ultimately it would have torn itself apart. Horribly. Because you were stifling her. We tried telling you. You listened, but on some level clearly didn’t believe us.”

I look over at Sue. Tears are rolling silently down her face, and she nods at me. Her face is a picture of despair. My emotions are complicated. I love her, but on some level I also hate her. She was stealing you from me!

You continue. “So we had to make her be powerful to you. More, she had to be a threat. A danger. Someone who could take everything from you, effortlessly.”

“And then give it back,” Sue whispers desperately.

“Everything she said was true,” I say. “Everything. Every cruelty. Every hurt. Every slight. Real. I...I don’t deserve you. Either of you. I’m dirt.”

I feel the void opening up under me again as my insecurities surge anew. I’m powerless to stop it.

“Most of it was true-ish, but only from a certain viewpoint. A certain perspective. A frame of reference, as you would say. It had to be the truth, or close enough to it. Nothing else would have worked. We needed you off balance. That’s why Sue slapped you right at the start. It was unexpected, so it unbalanced you. Then everything she said, and we did, kept you off balance.”

“I watched you being taken from me. Worse, I watched you leaving me. Willingly. Do you have any idea what that feels like?” I choke.

“No,” you whisper. “And I’m so, so sorry we had to do thi…”

Sue emits a strangled cry and bolts from the room.

My reaction is immediate. I catapult out of the chair and race after her. I very nearly face-plant into the doorway as blood returns to my legs. I hear you calling out “she took this hard!”

She’s younger than me, fitter and healthier. But I have an unbelievable amount of pent up energy, and over the short I think I’ll win. I’m willing to bet she’s heading for her car.

I’m right. I intercept her close to the entrance to the car port. I grab her, lift her, and whisper in her ear “No you don’t. I’ve got a bone to pick with you.”

On some level she wants me to, or is too distraught to resist. She’s younger than me, fitter as I’ve mentioned, and I’m fairly sure that if she truly objected she could kick my kidneys out through my nose.

“Let me go!” she cries, struggling feebly.

“No,” I reply, as gently as I can manage. “You need a ‘C’ hug.”

“I hurt you! I never wanted to do that!”

“But you had to,” I reply. “What C said is true. I understand that, now. And for what it’s worth I’m sorry. I was treating you appallingly. I didn’t mean to, but something about you triggers my ‘protect’ instinct. I’ll try to dial it back, now I know it’s a thing.”

Sue looks at me and smiles, wanly. I lean into her and kiss her, gently.

“I’ve still got a bone to pick with you, mind.”

- - -

I carry Sue back to the bedroom. You smile at me in relief when you see I’ve got Sue with me.

I deposit her on the bed next to you, and give you an extremely significant look. For once you take the hint and hug Sue.

“It’s going to be okay,” I say, only about half believing that on a conscious level, but knowing it to be true deep down.

“I don’t deserve you. Either of you. I’m just a slut,” Sue whispers.

“And that’s the bone I want to pick with you. Sue: you are not a slut. Not even remotely.”

“I jumped into bed with my best friend’s husband, first chance I could. I’m a slut. Just a worthless slut.”

“No,” I say, gently. “You’re not. You’re a wonderful young woman with a high sex-drive. And, I’ll remind you, if what you told me is true then despite that, you’ve always been serially monogamous. You’ve always been faithful, even when you didn’t need to be. Arguably shouldn’t have been.”

I deliberately don’t make any reference to the fact that she’s only ever told me about her male relationships. I assume she’s had a few female ones. But, again, not important.

“Besides, I practically begged you,” I remind Sue. “Well – I practically begged C. As you reminded me,” I add, a little pointedly. Mistake.

She collapses into you, crying her heart out.

I look at you, badly needing some help. “I thought I was the one that needed to be broken?” I ask.

“Like I said, Sue took it hard. As did I. You must believe me.”

“Must I?” I reply. I love and trust you but there are limits, and I wonder if you’ve exceeded them.

You look briefly uncertain, as though from a position of power you find yourself weaker than expected. “Almost everything she said was true from a certain perspective. Including the bit about her failed relationships. We’ve talked. She has issues there. She needs this to work.”

Okay, I think to myself. No pressure.

I sigh. “Sue,” I ask, “given what’s transpired, do you even like me? I...sort of need to know. Because you were very convincing.”

Sue stares at me. “I love you, J. I need you. And C. And I’m terrified you’ll leave me. But I don’t deserve you. Either of you.”

She looks at me. “I hurt you!”

I stare at her. “We’ve been over this. You had to. And if anything it’s me that doesn’t deserve you. You were right – the age difference does concern me…”

“I don’t care about that!” Sue wails. Not going to lie, I needed to hear that. I glance over at you and see a similar look of relief on your face. There’s something like a 15 year gap between Sue and I, and while I know other relationships with a larger age difference that are working perfectly well, none of them are trying what we’re trying here.

“People are going to talk. You know that. We may not broadcast what we’re trying here, but it’ll leak out. It always does. Are you okay with…”

“YES!” screams Sue.

I look over at you, and see you nod. “Then we’re solid. Sue, I’m no sexual psychologist of any sort, but you need a couple to be a part of. You’re firmly bi, but I don’t think you ever realised you needed a bi relationship. You needed to be the third member of a couple. And somewhat to my surprise...well, we’re it. I think? I hope...”

I look over again at you, needing some validation.

“Do you think we’d have done what we did today otherwise, J?” you ask.

“Don’t know,” I answer, frankly. “Your passion can be a little practical at times, frankly. This could just have been about you just needing to reset me. For ‘Reasons’”

If this is going to be a day of truths, they’re going to go in both directions. Because we’re both adjusting here. And we both have issues.

“We were both protecting Sue. Thing is, she only knew about me. Because I was more obvious about it. You’re far more subtle about it.”

I look at Sue. “Sorry, but it’s true. I was obvious. A tank. She’s a ninja. She’s been protecting you as much as I , I promise.”