This is my ending to the story by Kalimaxos named ‘Just once-if you don’t mind.’ If you haven’t read the beginning I suggest you do. It was left without an ending so others could add the ending. My first time reading it I didn’t want to write this. I felt painted into a corner. After thinking about it for days I came around. I tried to stay true to the author’s facts but had to use a little imagination. I hope you like it. If you hate it be sure to leave a comment.
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I took a pull on my Red Moschato wishing it would start to numb my brain. “Well, to be honest, I could use a sympathetic ear and a whole lot of advice and a woman’s point of view. I can’t even think about sex right now. I haven’t missed the fact that you are a very attractive woman. Trust me when I say I admire your body. But I can’t even imagine doing that right now. My wife, on the other hand has no problem with it apparently.”
She moved slightly away from me respecting my feelings. “Rick, I’m so sorry about all this. I feel like it’s all my fault.” She started crying so I brought her in for a hug.
“Hey, no! You gave Marcy an excuse to help her along, but I have a feeling this would have happened with or without you. I feel bad that she used you like this.” I released my consoling hug. “I understand you wanted this to happen but still… Leslie, I don’t know if or when I might want to give you what you want but like I said, I need someone to help me through the next six weeks. I was hoping it would be you.”
Leslie gave me a half smile saying, “Not very many men care about what I have to say.”
I smirked, “You’re an intelligent, interesting woman wrapped in a very sexy package, most men are missing half of your beauty.”
She blushed and giggled.
“What am I going to tell Vince?” she said with a discouraged look. “He thinks I’m getting my hole pounded as we speak.”
“You can stay and talk for a while and then tell him a whopper of a lie. I want you to come over as much as you can, if you don’t mind.” My heart sank when I said the last four words. I never had an option, that much was certain. “I value your opinion and the rest of my life will be determined in the coming weeks.”
“I’m really glad I can help you, Rick. I really do like you as a person too. I hope you don’t think I’m some cheap whore.” She looked at her feet in embarrassment.
“Listen, what you and Vincent do in your marriage is your own business. As long as it makes you both happy.”
A tear started to form and roll down her cheek. “I’m not so sure it makes us BOTH happy. I often feel used; by the men I sleep with AND my husband. I also think of myself as a whore, but I want to make him happy so I go along with it.”
I scratched my chin and furrowed my brow, “Wait, what? Marcy said you would never leave Vincent because you get to fuck lots of guys. And you said a few minutes ago that if you like the guy you take him to your room.”
“Well maybe Marcy thinks that anybody that gets to fuck around is happy. In my case, I sometimes like it and sometimes don’t but I can’t turn down every guy that doesn’t appeal to me or Vince will get annoyed. So as long as they aren’t completely gross I usually go ahead with it.”
I felt for Leslie. She needs some help. “Maybe over the next few weeks we can help each other with our marriages.” She smiled and got up to fill our glasses again.
“Oops, all gone,” as she swung the bottle back and forth.
“Last cabinet on the left, I picked up a few bottles to help with my spirits. Unless you want to switch to scotch. I grabbed a handle of that too.”
She looked at me mischievously, “I’d really like to smoke a joint actually. It helps me think.” She went into her bra and pulled one out. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all, I could use a little relaxer.” We smoked, drank, and talked for hours. The conversation was unfocused and mostly frivolous but it took my mind off my problems. I could imagine staying this way with Leslie for six weeks but that would solve nothing.
Leslie finally decided she needed to go home to her husband. “Will you come back tomorrow?” I asked hopefully.
“Definitely, what time?”
“I figure nights will be for drinking and self pity. Besides, I’m a morning person, the earlier the better. This time we get to some answers or maybe questions, I don’t know.”
“Okay, I’ll be back as soon as I wake up.” Leslie walked out the back door swaying her hips unconsciously.
I showered and before I went to bed I needed to ask the question that had been nagging at me. I scrolled through my contacts to the Ds. There she is, Dierdre. I texted the simple question, ‘Why did you tell her?’ I shut off my phone and went to bed with many thoughts keeping me awake but the alcohol and THC worked their magic and I eventually succumbed to unconsciousness.
My eyes opened at 4 am and I knew they wouldn’t close again. Thoughts started streaming through my brain immediately. So I got up, brewed coffee and watched the sunrise. I ran 5 miles through town. I made a conscious effort not to think too much about my situation because I needed Leslie with me. I found that my demeanor was hateful when I was alone but with Leslie I could focus more on facts.
Leslie finally arrived at about 8 am. She asked, “Did you drink that whole pot of coffee already?”
“Well I’ve been up for four hours. I’ll make another, that one’s burnt anyway.” We sat sipping coffee while I finally filled her in on the cold hard facts. I confessed my adultery and the entire story of the roadside ambush and my oral sex with Deidre. I explained that I was sure Marcy had cheated on me before. I felt terribly guilty but thought it was fair play and Marcy would never find out anyway. But she all but knew now that something had happened.
Leslie spoke in a soothing tone knowing how easily I got upset about everything. “Look Rick, in my marriage a little oral on the side wouldn’t be a problem at all. But I know you two put some stock in fidelity. The fact you lasted this long is amazing considering the separations you had to endure. Just remember, you were alone just as much as she was, and she still had family around. I don’t think what Marcy is doing compares to the 20 minutes you spent getting off in a war zone under stress.”
I had to ask a few more questions of Leslie. “Are you supposed to stay in contact with Marcy while she’s cheating on me…I mean away?”
“She did ask me to keep her updated on how things were going. I’m not supposed to tell you that but I’m not going to lie and don’t ask me to lie to Marcy. I haven’t been in touch yet.”
“I understand, but please don’t share our conversations unless she asks you a direct question, ok?” She nodded.
“I don’t know how our friendship will fare after all of this, but I want to help you two get through this.”
“Did you tell Vincent about our passionate night of sex?” I asked with a smirk.
“Rick, it’s the same with Vince. I can’t just lie to him. I left out what he didn’t need to know but I told him I was trying to bring you around. His point of view is that you can’t possibly resist a romp in the sack with me. I tend to disagree, I think I could prance around naked and you could make the choice to ignore me. You have strong moral fortitude except for the one difficult situation when you faultered.”
We talked for hours again. I told her how totally in love Marcy and I had been as a young couple. And that Marcy swore she could handle my career in the military as long as I came back to her.
She told me that while she loved her husband, things had changed over the years. His kink was no longer for both of them. Vincent pushed her to do whatever he wanted, often things that Leslie DID’NT want to do. She confided that the chance to be with me was the first time in a long time that she could be with somebody SHE wanted to be with.
Leslie returned almost every morning just to chat or rehash the points we had covered previously. On the days she stayed later, we would start drinking and smoking. The talks at night were more fun. No talk of marriage just fun topics. We listened to music, drank, cooked and ate together. She is a terrific woman. I tried to fool myself into thinking she wasn’t too young for me but it didn’t matter, we were both married.
One morning in the third week Leslie and I had just finished an English breakfast when a knock came at my door. I almost spit out my coffee when I opened the door to see Deidre.
“Hi Rick.”
I was dumbfounded. “Deidre, what are you doing here?”
“I’m sorry Rick, I had to have this conversation face to face. You deserve that much.” She was crying. “Is Marcy here?”
“No… umm No.” I waved Leslie over. “This is Leslie. My neighbor and therapist.” I smiled as I looked at Leslie.
“Damn Rick, you know how to pick em.”
“Don’t get the wrong idea. She’s supposed to be my lover, but I haven’t yet. It’s a long story. Come in, join the party!”
“Rick, I came to apologize in person. I hope I didn’t ruin your marriage. I was mentally unstable when I came here and talked to Marcy.” She was crying more now. “I hope you know the last thing I would ever want to do is hurt you. I’ve been seeing my own shrink for some time now and she has helped me a lot. Well her and a little medication. I was diagnosed with PTSD.”
I was at a loss for words at first. “Deidre, you were a great friend to me. What happened happened. I can’t say it was a bad thing, we were both in need of release and going through a very high stress situation.
I repeated my story to Deidre while she cried in shame. “Don’t start thinking this is your fault. I am responsible for my own actions. You were just very hard to resist though.”
“Rick, can I just tell you that the reason I cornered you like that is because I was… am in love with you. I have had a few relationships since then but I could never get you off my mind. So not only was I insane but I was love sick.”
I convinced Deidre to stay for an early dinner. We told war stories for Leslie and reminisced about old friends. Deidre and Leslie both left after dinner. On her way out Deidre said, “Please take care of him, Leslie. He needs someone to help him through. I can’t come back or things could get worse for him.”
Several times during the six weeks I had my kids over for a barbecue or dinner. Rhonda lives close by on the Saratoga Springs Naval base and Kyle comes home from Utica many weekends and stays with his best friend. I realized that nothing between us would change if my marriage ended unless they thought I was to blame, which I am. Still, I hoped they could see past my weakness and still love their father. Rhonda introduced me to her new boyfriend, Shawn, and broke the news that she was being stationed in Japan starting next month. When the conversation got into military couples being separated I began to cry. I’m not that kind of a man but it just all hit me at once. Kyle and Rhonda had no idea why I had become so emotional and I didn’t tell them. They will know soon enough.
One morning after Leslie got her coffee I asked, “Is Vincent getting upset that nothing has happened yet?”
“Yeah actually he wants me to get pushy and seduce you. I told him I couldn’t do that. I even wear underwear now when I come over.”
I was really just breaking the ice for the question I really wanted to ask. “So have you been keeping in touch with Marcy?”
She looked like she was caught off guard. “Actually I texted her last night for a while, but I’m not telling you what she said. She made me promise. But I will tell you this much. She seems pretty unhappy that we aren’t fucking.”
“Thanks Leslie, that’s good to know.”
We had spoken at length about Leslie’s marriage issues over the weeks. She didn’t want to leave Vincent so I suggested going to counseling. She agreed. I told her she needed to communicate her problems with Vincent so they could come to a compromise that would keep them both happy. She started having those conversations with Vince and convinced him to try counseling. Leslie began showing signs of being very happy again. I felt great that I could help her a little after all she had done for me.
A week until Marcy returned from South America and I had made some major decisions. In fact I had to make preparations for her arrival.
Leslie could tell my demeanor had changed. I took her in my arms and hugged her tight. “Thank you so much for being a friend in my time of need. I owe you a huge debt of gratitude, maybe more.” I kissed her deeply then let her go. She jumped on me throwing her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately.
She beamed up into my eyes saying, “I’m so glad we could spend all this time together. I will cherish it always. And I hope things work out for you. I take it you have made some decisions?”
“Yes, I have…”
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The flight from Brasilia landed at 10 am. Marcy found her luggage and kissed Trey goodbye. “I’ll see you at the hospital.”
The uber dropped Marcy at the front of the Ambassador Hotel. She checked in and went to the room. She hummed gleefully as she showered and dressed with time to spare. She thought to herself about the wonderful trip. Yes it was hard work at times but also rewarding. And to top it off was the nightly fuck and suck sessions.
She stepped on the elevator and the first butterflies crept into her stomach. She wondered why she was nervous. ‘Things will be fine, and I actually did miss Rick.’
Three times she spoke to Leslie, and Rick hadn’t even touched her. What was that all about?
She reached the lobby and looked around. ‘He’s not here yet, I guess I can check my emails. Reconnecting tonight should help his attitude. I’ll just blow his socks off.’
It was straight up noon and no Rick in sight. Marcy realized there must be traffic.
“Marcy Weston?” She looked up at a large black man.
“Yes, that’s me.”
“You have been served.” The man snapped a photo, turned and marched out the front doors.
“What the fuck?” Her mouth was open. She had in her hands a large envelope with a law firm logo on the front as well as a plain envelope that just had hand written on it, “Marcy.” It was identical to the envelope she used for her note to Rick. She opened the note. It said:
Marcy,
You were right. I did cheat on you with Deidre. Here are the divorce papers for you to sign. I’m so sorry it ended this way. I wish you all the best. The truth is I still love you more than you know. Please sign the papers and return them to my lawyer so we can become another sad Army statistic. I am moving out of the house so we can get it sold and go our separate ways. I should be gone by one o’clock. After that you can stay in the house until the divorce is final and the house is sold.
Rick
Marcy sighed. “Oh Rick, you fool, I don’t want a divorce.” Marcy got her phone out and called her son Kyle who had just ended his second semester at school.
“What’s up Mom?”
“Kyle honey, I need you to drop what you’re doing and go straight over to the house. Do not let your father leave. He’s having some sort of breakdown.”
“Fuck Mom, I’ll get there as soon as I can.”
Marcy called Rhonda. “Baby, are you free right now?”
“Sure Mom, what do you need?”
“Could you please meet Kyle at our house. Don’t let Dad leave. I think he’s having some mental issues.”
“Ok, I can be there in twenty minutes.”
“Thanks honey, just keep him there until I get there. I should be there by two.”
“I will Mom, bye.”
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I felt sad as I tried to split up our photos of the kids and the family vacations. Never again would our family be complete. Someday we might all be happy but this is the hardest way to get there. Seeing her at family functions will be very hard for me.
I was about 10 minutes from leaving my home behind when the front door opened. “Rhonda? I wasn’t expecting you today.”
“Dad, where the hell are you going?”
I sighed with exasperation, “Baby, it’s a long story. To make it really short, I’m divorcing your mother and moving out.”
“Oh my god, why?”
“You can ask your mother, I don’t have time right now.”
The front door opened again. It was Kyle.
I asked, “Why are you guys here?”
Kyle answered, “Mom sent me to stop you from leaving.” Rhonda nodded in agreement.
“Why? So she can get here before I leave?” This wasn’t part of my plan. It was over, I just wanted to leave and not look back. My kids looked upset and I didn’t want to look like a dick.
“Fuck. Alright, I won’t fight you guys but you need to be prepared. Come into my office.” I made my kids watch an hour long training video produced by Army intelligence.
I set up the dining room table with wine, coffee, and bottled water so a conversation could happen.
Marcy arrived looking exhausted. She came over for welcoming hugs from her children. “Thank you for getting here so fast. I love you guys.” She pecked them on the cheek then turned to me.
I gave her a thin smile almost wanting it to be a frown but finalizing my decision had taken away much of my anger. I was at peace. All that was left was an antemortem.
“You look very well fucked honey.” The kids were shocked at my statement as was Marcy. “I’m sorry, that was rude. I will try to be civil until I leave. Would you like a drink or take a shower and get comfortable before we start?”
Marcy smiled slightly. “Both would be nice, I’ll be back shortly.” She left us to shower. I had a glass of her favorite wine ready when she returned.
“Marcy, are you sure you want to do this with the kids present?” I said knowing what her answer would be.
“Yes, they need to know the truth so they don’t think I’m some kind of monster.”
I nodded and looked down. “Ok, well in the name of saving time and heartache I already filled them in on what you did and let them read the note you left me.”
“Great, now let’s add some context. Did you tell them about cheating on me?” She looked very satisfied and took a sip of wine.
“No, I knew you would want to open that little present and I figured you could hear the story at the same time. I owe you that much.” I took a sip of scotch before unloading the whole story for my wife and kids to hear for the first time.
Kyle cleared his throat. “So you got ambushed, hadn’t had sex in months and had oral sex on the battlefield. That’s bad but not crazy bad.”
I looked up, “No Kyle, do not dismiss what I did. I destroyed my marriage by cheating. This whole thing is my fault. I love my wife more than life itself and I just blew it.”
Marcy spoke up. “Wait, if you still love me, why are we getting a divorce? I’m here trying to keep you.”
Before I could answer Rhonda cut in, “Wait!! There’s something else. Wasn’t your big fight in Hawaii because Mom had cheated on you first?”
I answered, “I was sure she had cheated but I had no proof. I used that knowledge to partly justify my cheating. I took her at her word in her note that she had never cheated.”
Rhonda got tense and responded, “I know I was young back then but a memory stuck with me to this day that explained your fight. I remember Mom came out of the bedroom with Uncle Dave. When they saw me, Mom said he was fixing the faucet in the master bathroom. Even then I knew Uncle Dave was not handy. Grampa would have been here in a minute to fix it and he’s a fucking plumber!! Through the years I assumed you found out and that caused the fight.”
I looked at Marcy, shocked. “FUCK MARCY, did you have sex with my brother?”
She screamed “NOOO!!”
Marcy retorted, “I didn’t cheat, we just fooled around a little. I only gave him a blow job while he fingered me. That’s
not cheating.”
“So in your note that claims you never cheated on me, you meant you never had vaginal intercourse? That’s great. That means I never cheated on you except that I do consider that cheating. Marcy why are we doing this? You told me I could just walk away.”
Marcy looked up with tears in her eyes. “I didn’t believe you would actually leave me. I gave you your own fuck toy. Why didn’t you take advantage? You said you still love me but why leave me then?”
“Marcy, we had a hard marriage as every military marriage is. I thought that we did really well over the years and would stay together forever. Even with some infidelity I thought our love could survive. You swore to me when I married you that you knew the problems of military spouses. But I came to realize that while my love for you stayed strong, your love for me has diminished. Our marriage had been hanging by a thread and you just threw a monkey wrench into it like it didn’t fucking matter.”
When you left with Dr. Fuckface, I didn’t take advantage of my hall pass with Leslie because it was part of your plan and I wanted to resist in every way possible. I assume the only reason you told me about the trip is because you knew that I knew something was going on. I would have found out one way or another. I have intelligence training and resources at my disposal. Having Leslie as payback, you figured things would all get smoothed out. What would have happened if there was no Leslie? Would you still leave a note? Would you still fuck him?”
Marcy looked nervous. She took a sip of wine that she loudly swallowed due to her tense muscles. “Of course I would still leave a note, it was something I just needed to do for me.”
Both kids interrupted, “Lie.”
“What the fuck, is this an interrogation? This isn’t fair.” I felt a little bad for Marcy seeming alone on an island of shame.
I took a deep breath. “Just a few more questions and we can be done. Before the trip, sex had dwindled to a near stop. Were you already fucking him instead of me before you even left?”
Marcy looked like a deer in the headlights. “No, I told you, just the six weeks.”
I could see it was a lie but the kids still answered together, “Lie.”
Marcy’s bottom lip was now quivering. “Stop doing that!!”
“When I spoke to you on the phone you said Dr. Shithead had a small dick and wasn’t a very good lover. I called Penny back a few days ago. Under threat to tell her husband about her cheating on the same trip she told me that you raved to her about the sex. She told me you thought his cock was a little bigger than mine. Why would you lie to me about that. Did you plan to continue fucking him after you got home and you wanted me to think you wouldn’t even want to?”
Marcy was now sniffling with her head down in shame.
“One more thing, when you have sex with Dr. Fuckwad, do you tell him you love him? Do you love him?”
She bowed her head further then responded, “I do still love you just as much as ever.” She looked away.
Both kids looked sadly at me. We didn’t need to say it, we all saw it. We knew the truth now. I had driven the final nails in the coffin that held my marriage, not because I wanted to but it had to be done.
“That’s all I wanted to ask. Do you have anything you want to ask me?”
She finally looked up with bloodshot eyes and red puffy eyelids. “I do still love you. I just wanted something exciting on the side. Can’t you see past what I’ve done and stay with me?”
“Let’s look at how much you love me because I contend that you don’t love me as much as you think. For two and a half weeks leading up to the six week trip we had sex zero times. I tried, you rejected. The night before the trip you ignored me, talked on the phone and did anything but pay attention to me, your husband, that you supposedly loved and weren’t going to see for six weeks. Now the kick in the nuts. I wake up in the morning and you’re gone!! Not even a goodbye, a kiss, or an ‘I’ll miss you!!’ Then you go incommunicado for three days after you arrived totally ignoring my need for answers. I cursed your name.
Then the note. You sarcastically called me a ‘war hero’ and that you had to be the chaste and dutiful wife. Again, you knew what you signed up for. If you wanted to be pissed at the Army fine, but you were mad at me. The line that blew me away was ‘Either take me back or walk away.’ What a cold way to flippantly and carelessly gamble our marriage. It didn’t seem that important to you. All that adds up to you don’t give a shit about me. Maybe you want to stay married but only on your terms.”
“I quit flying for you and I took early retirement to spend more time with you. And just when we could enjoy our relationship fully without interruption you started cheating on me. Fuck Marcy! Twenty four years we spent to get to this very scenario. I’m retired and have time to spend with you. Now you don’t give a fuck about that.”
I breathed out long and hard. “I really didn’t want to have to ask these last questions, especially in front of my kids. It will be humiliating but it will put the final stake through my heart and you will finally understand.”
I looked in her eyes, “Will you quit your job to save our marriage?”
“Quit my job? No fucking way. I worked hard to get where I am.”
“You mean in the arms of your hero?”
“That’s not fair, Rick.”
“Would you at least ask for a transfer to another hospital?”
She was silent.
“I didn’t think so. With that to remember you by I’ll be leaving. We’ll still see each other at family events and I will still treat you like I love you, because I do. You two should stay until your mother has recovered, maybe help her get drunk.”
Epilogue:
Marcy signed the divorce papers and had them delivered to my lawyer the next day. I sent a dozen roses to her with a card that just said “Thank you.”
I found a nice one bedroom apartment in town with a balcony and view of the town and the Hudson Valley. I took a vacation to relax and settle in to my new life. It was 6 am on Sunday morning when I heard a tapping on my door. It was Leslie. My heart leapt seeing my friend. I hadn’t had much social interaction lately.
“What are you doing here? and at 6 in the morning?”
“I got used to being up early with you around. I found out I really liked it and I knew you’d be up.”
“Come grab a coffee and join me on the balcony.” She sat admiring the view and we said nothing at first. Then I had to know. “How are you and Vincent doing.”
She smiled widely. “Really well. I can’t thank you enough for your help and advice. The counseling worked and we have a much better understanding of each other. Vince agreed that from now on I would only have sex with other men of my choosing when I wanted to.”
“I’ve missed you,” I said sincerely.
“Thank you for the roses you sent me. They were beautiful. It was very thoughtful.”
“Well I was already ordering some for Marcy then you popped into my head so…”
“Rick, I told Vince that you were the only other man that I want to sleep with right now. He wants me to go for it. Are you interested? Are you ready for something like that?”
I hadn’t had sex now for three months. Am I a fool, no. I took her hand and started to lead her inside. She stopped me, “No, out here, I’ve never done it on a balcony before.” I pulled her in for a long sensuous kiss before moving my hand up under her t-shirt to her sweet braless b-cup breast. I caressed her breast and lightly brushed over her now erect nipple conjuring a low moan.
“Fuck, I have fantasized about this for a while,” I whispered breathlessly. I pulled her shirt off and gazed in wonder at her glorious tits. “You are so beautiful.” She smiled and pulled off my t-shirt and sweats, which was all I had on. “I have dreamed of seeing this perfect ass naked.” I peeled her yoga pants off, she had no panties. As I pulled them down her gorgeous ass and smooth pussy came into view. My cock was at full mast and swaying in the breeze.
I put my hands on her ass cheeks. “Ohhh, so nice.” I pulled them apart for a nice view of her sphincter and pussy. She was wet so I gave her a rub over her pussy lips. Then I separated her lips and gathered some juices on my fingers. She moaned. I slid two fingers gently into her hot moist box. She gasped loudly.
I could see a man two balconies away watching us. “We have an audience.” She peeked and drew in a surprised breath.
“Oh that’s hot. Let’s give him a show.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. With her arms resting on the railing and her tits hanging over the top of it, I slowly replaced my fingers with my cock. Her pussy fit my cock like a glove. She moaned. I began a slow pace and we both looked over to see the man openly stroking his dick. Leslie gasped, “Oh god!”
I increased the pace and almost immediately came inside her. I couldn’t help it. “I’m sorry, that was quick.”
She smiled back at me. “Leave it in, you’ll get hard again. Don’t worry about me. Today is for you. A thank you.”
I did get hard again and soon started on my sloppy seconds. This time I was able to get to full speed pounding her from behind as her tits bounced and the man jerked himself mercilessly.
Her sperm slickened vaginal walls combined with the sight of her hot ass made me erupt a second time, still too quick. We both looked at the man as he squirted his man tears onto his balcony. “Fuck, I still couldn’t last long enough, I’m sorry.”
Leslie stood up, turned to me and kissed me deeply. “It’s ok babe, Vince will get me off when I get home. First he will fuck me to his orgasm then lick me to two of my own. It’s pretty hot. You can make me cum next time, assuming you want to continue seeing me.” We walked inside and got dressed.
“I think you know the answer to that, at least for now. I can’t imagine another relationship right now but mindless sex with a goddess I can handle. Just be aware that it’s not just sex I want. You have to stay and talk to me too.”
“Would it be alright if Vince was there next time?”
I smiled, “An audience again? Yes, I can live with that. But remember, we have to hang out and talk too.”
“You’re a good man Rick. You deserve a good woman. I hope you find someone. We are officially best friends with benefits until then, ok?”
“Oh yeah.” I smiled and laughed for the first time in a long time. “Leslie, if I said I loved you, would you tell Vincent?”
“I tell Vince everything, and he does the same,” she said with a smile. “I will tell him, he’s a big boy, he doesn’t get jealous easily. I already told him that I love you but I would never leave him.”
I knew she did but hearing it made my heart flutter. Leslie left to take care of her pervy husband. I took a shower. When I came out my phone was ringing. It was Kyle. “Hi son, what’s up!!”
“Dad, Mom’s in bad shape, can you come over here?”
“Yeah, what happened?”
“I think she just needs some mental support. She’s having a breakdown.”
“I’ll be right over.” I drove far too fast in crappy weather to get there quickly. I still love the stupid bitch. Ten minutes later I walked in the front door to the sound of muffled crying. In the kitchen Marcy was in an embrace with Rhonda with her face buried in Rhonda’s shoulder.
“What’s happened?” I said, glad that my two kids were standing there or I would have thought the worst.
Rhonda said, “Come on Mom, sit down and talk.”
We all sat staring at Marcy for minutes while she tried to compose herself. Rather than attempting to speak she slid her laptop over which was open to an email. I scanned it quickly. It was from the hospital. ‘Due to a poor review rating you are being transferred to the maternity ward.’
“Who gave you a poor review Mom?” Kyle asked.
She sniffled, coughed, then said in a low voice, “Dr Dickhead.”
I stood up. I was livid. “That fucking piece of shit. MOTHERFUCKER!!!! We’re suing the hospital and that motherfucker personally. He’s pulled this shit before you know. I had a background check done. Once he got fired for harassment and then he got his last hospital sued. He’s going to get fired and you will be reinstated. Mark my words.”
Marcy said, “Penny told me he’s going to hire a 28 year old blonde bombshell to replace me. I thought he loved me. All he wanted was my body, God I am a fool. He threw me away like a piece of trash, just like I did to Rick. Why are you still defending me Rick? Why aren’t you laughing at me?”
“I already told you, remember? I still love you deeply, I just can’t be married if it doesn’t go both ways.”
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Three days later, it was our old anniversary, now a meaningless date, well not meaningless but a totally different meaning. I considered calling Marcy but thought it was a bad idea. I did run 10 miles which helped me feel better.
After giving the man two balconies over a morning wave and smile, I sat with my freshly brewed coffee that I had “Irished up” as I had taken to for my vacation. Morning drinking is my favorite especially when it includes caffeine.
I barely heard the knock at my door from outside. I opened it to see Deidre. She came in for a hug and a hello. I awkwardly kissed her on the cheek.
“Let me get you a coffee. Jameson’s? or is it too early?”
“If you’re drinking already then yes please.”
“How did you find me? You should have called, I could have had breakfast or lunch ready. Do you want to stay for lunch?”
Deidre smiled, “If it’s not an imposition.”
“For you? Anything!!” I laughed. We sat on the balcony silent for a moment. “So pardon my french but what the fuck brings you here.” I smiled.
“Rick, it was weird. Marcy called me. I don’t know how she got my number but she asked me if I was in love with you. I told her I was. She gave me your address and told me I should go see you. That you needed company today. She told me to go get the man I loved and don’t let him get away like she did. I could tell it was breaking her heart but she wants you to be happy.”
I grabbed her for another hug then offered her a top off of Jameson’s for her coffee but she just took the bottle and took a swig. I mean it was after 9 am. I got her drunk.
We sat and talked like the old friends that we were. She apologized again for the problems she caused so I filled her in on the details that were truly the cause of my marriage ending. By the time I had finished my explanation, she was in my lap and my cock was hard. After lunch we fucked the pain away. I forgot it was my anniversary.
In bed, after having several orgasms instead of lunch, we talked. “Deidre, I think I’m in love.”
She smiled and swatted my arm, “Who is she?” I smiled.
“Deidre, there are some things you need to know if we are going forward with a relationship. First is that I love my ex-wife deeply and I need to be there for her if she needs me. Not sexually, just for support until she gets herself straight.” Deidre nodded.
“The second thing may be negotiable. It’s also complex. You met Leslie. We spent the entire six weeks that my wife was away together. We never had sex until three days ago. I realized at that time that I was in love with her and she with me. She is happily married to a cuckold. She is far too young for me anyway. But I want to keep a sexual relationship with her part time for a while, I don’t know how long yet but I don’t want to strap her with a geriatric lover. I’ll always want to talk to her too. You would get more than 90 percent of my time once you subtract Marcy and Leslie. My ex can tell you that two women still won’t be enough for me. I will never be inattentive to your needs. I know it’s asking a lot and I understand if it’s a problem. What do you think?”
“Rick, to have any relationship with you is a dream. If I got 50 percent I’d be smiling and I don’t want to have you be unhappy. I’m going to say I will do my best not to get jealous but if I do, I’m going to tell you and we will discuss it and you will do your best to dispel my fears. I’m a fragile person and I need lots of support just like your ex. I need you to constantly remind me you love me and I come first. I need lots of communication about what’s happening and what’s on your mind. We can give it a try and hopefully everything works out.
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Three months later our lawsuit with the hospital was settled out of court. Our two main wins were first that Dr. Fuckface was fired. I hoped it was his last stop but his skills save lives. If I was hiring him, he would have all male nurses, but that’s me. The second win was finding Marcy a comparable position in another area hospital. We made concessions on the monetary front in order to secure our first two priorities.
Our suit against Dr. Shithead is ongoing since we refuse to settle. It should take years and we should be able to cripple him financially.
Marcy started a new relationship with a pretty nice guy actually. We get along. In confidence though, Marcy told me she doesn’t love him like she had once loved me. I did feel bad since Marcy still had a place in my heart.
My three woman balancing act was mostly working out. Marcy had become self sufficient so most of her time became Deidre’s now. Deidre has grown in my heart. I could never live without her now. Since I could never bear to lose her, I gave her full authority over my relationship with Leslie.
I told her that from now on I would request dates with Leslie and she could accept or deny them. She could also end the sexual component of our relationship at any time. This would come in handy once I became too old in my opinion to be banging a girl almost 20 years younger. At least I could blame it on Deidre.
Vince and I became close friends as well. It was true that he never got jealous. He loved Leslie more than I had ever imagined. He loved her for the same reasons I did. Her heart and her soul.
The end