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Threesome, by Vickie Tern. M/f, F/m, F/F, femdom, etc. The sex scenes in this story are raw, cooked, scrambled, and coddled. No violence or force, but that doesn't necessarily mean the characters are nice to each other. This is a fiction. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead is purely coincidental. It may not remain that was of course -- life sometimes imitates art. If you aren't old enough to read this lawfully, wait. If it's worth reading it'll still be around. If not, no great loss. Of course I hope it will still be worth readingby then, and will appreciate anyone letting me know what they think: [email protected]. (c) 2000 by Vickie Tern. May be copied to any free archive. Threesome by Vickie Tern i. When I got home I was surprised to find that Ellie was already bustling about in the kitchen. Usually I'm the first to arrive and start the cooking. We share all our household chores, and she often works later hours, so more often than not I do the picking up from the night before, and make the bed we abandoned that morning, and fix dinner. It's a matter of convenience, but also an act of love. I love her. I want to please her. Sometimes when she gets home tired and sees what I've prepared, her smile of appreciation lights up my whole life. But this time Ellie was home early and cooking away, setting things up with her usual efficiency, one hand hauling out a micro dish for vegetables she'd already chopped, the other adjusting the oven temperature for a roast she'd already enthroned in a pan, impaled with cloves, and surrounded by oiled potatoes. No waste motion with Ellie, ever. I glanced past her into the dining room and saw the table set with our fine china. Company coming. I couldn't quite see how many extra places, so I walked in and looked. Only one. "So?" I asked her. "Becky," she replied, distracted by a carrot cube trapped under the cutting board. "She's in town again. She phoned, we had a long talk, she wants to come over, I said sure. So she'll be having dinner with us." "Becky," I said. "Your Becky? The one and only?" Ellie looked up at me and smiled the warmest smile I'd seen in some time. I melted. "My 'Becky,' honey. 'Rebecca' to you, remember. I do hope you'll try to be nice to her. It'll help all around if you try." Elly and Rebecca had been roommates all through college and graduate school, absolutely inseparable the whole time. They went everywhere together, vacationed together, and together shared clothes and money and the deepest secrets of their hearts. Early on they'd even dated the same guys, passing them to and fro, until their tastes diverged. They were a two-girl sorority. When Ellie finished her Management degree, instead of moving on to a fast-track brokerage she did low-paid accounting for a tax firm while waiting for Rebecca to finish a residency in Gynecology. That was how I first met Ellie -- I had some tangled tax problems she solved so deftly my jaw dropped. The two of them were closer than sisters -- they never seemed to disagree about anything. They meant to start a women's health service when Rebecca became board-certified, and then franchise it across the country. But I began dating Ellie, and we both fell deeply in love, and Rebecca ended up going her own way. I absolutely adored Ellie. When I implored her to leave Rebecca and move in with me she felt anguished, but not-too-long afterward we got married and began to make a life together. It was a good life. It still is. Rebecca was happy for Ellie of course, though she never got over my intrusion into their intimacy. Her resentment showed, now and then. Though she was always "Becky" to Ellie she remained "Rebecca" to me -- I tried "Becky" just once, and her cold stare ended that attempt immediately. She saw me as a rival, in a way. That's certainly how I thought of her. Her spirit presided over us during our first years together, resolving all disputes: whether toilet paper should come off the roll under or over (over), or toilet seats should be left down (of course), or where in my bureau my socks belonged (right front), and whether we should take camping or resort vacations (alternate them), whether I should lose a little more weight (yes), who cooks and cleans (either), even how we should deal with disputes (convene a kind of family court in the living room immediately after dinner, and never go to sleep with the issue unresolved). Our domestic arrangements so closely resembled Ellie's with Rebecca that sometimes Ellie would forget and call me "Becky" when reminding me to pay the phone bill or pick up the dry cleaning. I wasn't bothered by it -- her tone was always loving. They saw each other as often as they could, and after we moved here they phoned frequently. When either took an out of town trip they coordinated schedules to try to meet at some midway point. Eventually Rebecca also got married, to a pharmaceutical manufacturer named Tim, who apparently persuaded her that two tough-minded people like themselves had to be meant for each other. Then the two of them stayed with us whenever they happened to be passing through. They were welcome -- our house was plenty large enough (we'd bought it for raising a family when Ellie felt ready). But I was always glad when they left. I wasn't crazy about Tim. When Ellie told me the marriage was imminent, my first ungenerous thought was 'maybe they deserve each other.' Tim also called her "Rebecca" (he tried "Reba" spitefully once when she denied him "Becky," he told me, but only once, never again). If Rebecca was stubborn and suspicious, Tim was mean and aggressive. His eyes gleamed when he explained how he'd turned some employee or competitor into a victim, or squeezed an undeserved advantage from some business deal. Marriage was one more deal as he saw it, one where you give no quarter and ask none. Theirs seemed one long hostile bargaining session -- they fought all the time, even in our presence. So I wasn't surprised when Ellie told me they were talking separation, this time maybe for good. I asked Ellie if she'd seen it coming, if some specific "irreconcilable difference" had come between them. Ellie'd nodded, but she was too preoccupied to say what it was, and I didn't press it. Who knows exactly why some marriages don't work out? I knew ours was a good one. Ellie and I shared everything, and we kept no secrets from each other. I certainly didn't. I hadn't seen Rebecca since her last visit here with Tim, before their current animosities, and I wondered if she'd changed. If possibly she was a little less irritated by my existence. "Remember! Be respectful!" Ellie warned me as she arranged a plate of crudities and stirred a dip to be nibbled with drinks, and I snagged a chunk of carrot to nibble then and there. "I'll be nice to her, don't worry," I replied. "She's passing through town on her own this time?" "On her own. But as a matter of fact, she may be here for good this time. She's been offered a job here. At that huge women's hospital north of town. She's here to try it out, to reorganize their outpatient services, a really big responsibility. She phoned to asked if she can stay here for a few days until we find somewhere else. I told her, sure, for as long as it takes." Ellie bent over and put the roast into the oven and adjusted the dials, then straightened up and turned toward me. Then she straightened her shoulders even further. "Joey, I'm sorry but I had to!" she said, a little defiantly. That was odd. I'd never openly objected to Rebecca or any other of Ellie's friends stopping by to visit, no matter how I felt about them personally. It helped her stay in touch with her past, her former self, the girl I'd fallen in love with, after all. Ellie never objected to my friends either, and mine were sometimes a lot harder to take. But here she was feeling defensive! "I had no choice!" Ellie added. I looked up at her inquisitively. She looked pleased yet embarrassed, impenitent but somehow guilty, and I saw that her eyes were fixed on my face. "She'll stay here while you help her find another place to live? I've got no problem with that," I said reassuringly. "Do you?" "Well, yes, in a way," Ellie replied, still watching me. I began to feel uncomfortable. "I mean, I've got a problem, because you've got a really big problem." "I do?" I said. What else could I do but repeat her words? They made no sense. "A really big problem? And what might that be?" She turned and put the vegetables into the Micro, and pushed some more buttons, and set out a saucepan for last minute use, maybe for glazing gravy from the roasting pan, maybe for a Hollandaise, I didn't know. She began to take ingredients off the spice shelf. A Hollandaise. Her back still turned toward me, she said "Listen, Joseph. I'll be done here in a minute. Why don't you go into the living room and pour yourself a drink and wait for me. I've got something to tell you." "Joseph" was my name for our formal talks. "Joey" was my pet name for when she felt more intimate, which was most of the time. But apparently not now. "Here's fine," I said. "And I can wait for a drink, we'll have wine with dinner. Anything I can do here to help?" "I don't think so," she said. She shot me a glance over her shoulder, this one a little amused. Apparently she'd just settled something in her own mind. "Go ahead, honey. Make it a stiff one. Get sozzled. The ice is already out there. Now shooo!" So I went into the living room. Ellie'd set out a lot of bottles on the sideboard, just the way she and Rebecca did it in that apartment where I'd gone to pick up Ellie for our first big date. We both sensed immediately that this might get serious, and she'd wanted me to meet her girlfriend Rebecca right off. I'd walked in and there on their sideboard was a forest of liquor bottles. Not that they drank much themselves, hardly anything. But as Rebecca'd explained while Ellie was getting ready, they did a lot of entertaining, lots of friends passed through. It just seemed more hospitable for them to help themselves. Ellie and I on the other hand kept our booze in the cabinet. We hadn't set it out on display like this previously ever. Not even when Tim and Rebecca were visiting us. It seemed an odd gesture to make now. I suppose it was to help Rebecca feel more at home. The ice bucket was full. I made myself a drink and sat down. And waited. Well, I said to myself, for the next few days our liquor cabinet is rededicated to the good old days. I wondered what else. Ellie came out wiping her hands on a towel, then fixed her eyes on me again and sat down. "So," I said. "What's my really big problem." I smiled at her encouragingly. She folded the towel carefully and set it aside, then looked at me again. A little pitying this time? Then she took a deep breath. "There's no easy way to say this, Joey. In a few days, when Becky and I find a place and move out, it'll be both of us moving out. I'll be leaving you. I'll be going with Becky. For good." That's what I thought I heard. I replayed her words in my mind, and they came out the same. She knew I'd heard her, so she said nothing more. She just sat there watching me absorb it. I couldn't speak! I tried to swallow, and couldn't even manage that! We'd been married long enough for me to know that she meant everything she'd just said. Nothing uttered was ever joking or casual. Her next words would explain things. Would try to explain things, anyhow. I waited. Nothing. "What?" I finally asked. "Oh, you poor dear, you look devastated! It isn't anything you've done! And it isn't that I don't love you, honey! I do love you! More than ever! I'll always love you! I was looking forward to having a family with you, you know that! Growing old together!" She thought she was consoling me! "But?" I managed to croak out. "But I love Becky more! I know that now! Much more! And I've loved her for many more years! That's all! That's why! She wants me, and I've realized that I want her, I feel more complete with her, and I'm going back to her now that she's free and in town and we can live together again, the two of us, just the way we used to. That's all!" I just stared at her. Staring was all I could manage. None of this made sense! The bottom had dropped out of my stomach, out of my universe. I was utterly bewildered! "Joey baby! Are you still with me?" I nodded. I was. "Joey, listen! All those years Becky and I lived together? We weren't just roomies." Now she stood up and went over to the cluster of bottles and poured just soda into a glass for herself, over ice. And took a sip. Then turned to face me square on, looking down at me. "Becky and I love each other. We always have. We've been as close as two girls can get! We're lovers! Really! We've always been lovers, practically from the day we met! For years and years before I met you. You never knew, and I've marveled that you never even speculated about it. You remember just before we met how I was going with a guy named Roger? I've mentioned him now and then? Well, he found out about me and Becky, and that was how come he broke off. He couldn't deal with it, he freaked!. The last time I saw him he was shrieking he'd been trapped by a pair of dykes, and I had to slam the door in his face! I suppose the idea that we slept together and had sex together threatened his manhood in some way. So I certainly wasn't going to tell you about us. Not then, not ever! Not until now." I just stared, My Ellie a lesbian? How? I knew there'd been a few men before me, but women? This woman? Rebecca? It was unimaginable! What do women do? "Honey, I guess you've been trapped by a pair of dykes. It isn't your fault. But now you need to know it! Becky and I love each other. Deeply. We always have, ever since we first met. Ever since that first day. Since then we've been intimate with each other in every way imaginable! We know every inch of each other's feelings and bodies, inside and out. Every inch! We've always been absolutely devoted to each other." I sat stunned. "I don't say we aren't like that too, honey," she went on. "But it's not the same way. Rebecca and I are affectionate, and gentle, delicately feminine, sensitive to each other's desires, all sorts of things men can never be. Even when we were college kids with raging hormones, hot and passionate and eager to get into bed and into each other in any way imaginable, even then we were always considerate. Never rough. Caring! We adored each other. So sex between us has always been transcendent, kind of out-of-body, unreal, beyond belief! Just glorious! Overwhelming! Like climbing a mountain into a golden sunrise!" I was still baffled. "It still is," she added, still watching me closely. I said nothing. She saw, and continued. "All through all those school years I always assumed I'd meet some guy some day and marry him and have kids and enjoy all those other good things too. So there were other guys, too, for me, and then there was Roger. And no sooner was Roger gone than there you were, calling me up night and day, eager to get closer to me! Within a month -- you remember, you sweet darling? -- you were so sure about the two of us, so insistent that you wanted to move right in with Becky and me. So Becky and I could maintain our friendship, but you'd be there too. You were ready to share me! You were so sweet about the two of us then, so accepting. I even thought for a while that maybe you knew about us and didn't care, or that when you found out about us you wouldn't mind." There was now a sweet smile on Ellie's face. She was reminiscing about our early days. Then she drained her glass. "But you never did find out. Becky wanted no part of you living with us. Then a month later her medical residency took over her life and we scarcely saw each other, and soon after I moved in with you. So there was never any need to say anything." She looked thoughtfully into her empty glass, and swirled an ice cube with her finger. "But now she's back, and she wants to stay here with us until she can find a place of her own, and then she wants me to come live with her. To go back to what we were. And I want to! Oh, Joey honey, don't feel hurt! I've missed her so, all this time! I'm terribly sorry for you, love. But I've told her 'Yes!'" I was silent. "Even after all these years?" I finally said. "All these half-dozen years? Sweetheart, they've been good years. I have no regrets, and I'm sorry they're over. But remember, for ten years before that there was always Becky! She gave me my first real kiss, and hers were the first fingers I ever allowed into my ... between my legs. She gave me my first really mind-blowing orgasms." Ellie paused, then went on. "She still knows how to reach me and carry me into raptures beyond belief. We've never really been separated! We've been writing and phoning each other through the whole time you and I have been married, you know that! And you know that whenever she's passed through town she's stayed overnight with us. Every time. You've been a real dear about it, taking us out to dinner and concerts and shows, entertaining her with jokes, whatever. You were always like my new roommate trying to be nice to my old roommate, even though it was clear you didn't like her much and she liked you even less. I really loved you for it, each time." "But you didn't take up with her again on any of those visits," I said. "I mean, physically. We're married. You wouldn't have!" I recalled their occasional sly glances at each other during those visits. The giggling in Rebecca's room -- Tim snored like a diesel engine, so Rebecca always slept in a separate bedroom, and Ellie'd visit her there and they'd sit up half the night. It had all seemed rather charming. Girlish. Innocent. Ellie didn't say anything. Then, "You know she's stayed with us, Joey," was all she said. "And I've just told you that we've always been close. That she still knows how to blow my mind away." I just sat there, my mouth gaping. Ellie's been unfaithful to me in my own house! Was it infidelity if she did it with another woman, not with a man? Maybe not! Women were always being affectionate with each other! "Honey, I've got strong sexual needs, as you know. Once we get started I wear you out, every time, you know that too. We make jokes about it, but it's serious! I guess you never knew that I'm really bi-sexual -- I love what women can do to me and I love what men can do, and I love doing it! Lots!" Now she was in her own world, reminiscing. "I guess I need both, but especially women. Becky and I each knew other girls before we found each other, but we fell into each other's arms right away. For years and years we really felt married. Right up to the day you and I got married. In fact, that whole last night while you were doing whatever you were doing at your bachelor party? Becky and I spent that whole night making the sweetest, saddest love I've ever known. It was so poignant and desperate! So lonely! We felt so helpless in each other's arms! It was so beautiful. We'd been so close! We were each other's body and soul, in a way! I knew then that the only way our marriage -- yours and mine -- could work was if I sort of stayed married to Becky too. I told her that, and she was so overjoyed that she cried and then couldn't stop crying. That's when we decided what we decided that last night, how we'd arrange things, the two of us. Remember, the next morning I made that last little change in our wedding vows? I took out the place where I promise I'll be 'forsaking all others'? I wanted to keep all the promises I made to you that day. And I have, honey! All of them! But I never promised you sexual fidelity." "Our marriage was especially beautiful when I knew I didn't need to forsake Becky. You couldn't possibly guess, sweetie, but on our wedding night, when you came at me with your dear little pecker as big as I've ever seen it, quivering, so eager to sanctify our union, you couldn't possibly have known that my pussy was still stretched out and sore from the previous night. Becky never stopped plunging into me with her dildoes. She really ravaged me! She wanted me to spend my last night with her cumming continously. And I very nearly did, orgasm after orgasm. She pushed some really monster cocks into me! She fisted me! She wanted to ruin your fun with me the next night altogether, and she very nearly did that too." "That next night I was so grateful that you're so much smaller than the jelly and rubber cocks Becky kept shoving into me! I was still so sore! But your penis snugged up inside me so gently I hardly felt it! It was so precious, so comforting! You remember how we hugged while you humped away on me as fast as you knew how? You were more a feeling than a solid cock, the way you felt inside me! It was almost as if you weren't there at all!" "Of course Becky and I have made love a lot since then. Whenever we could! Sometimes we've met out of town at some convention, and sometimes in town in motels, afternoons. Sometimes nights when Tim and you were in neighboring rooms! We couldn't not! We love each other!" "Oh, darling, just look at that expression on your face! You never knew? Of course not! How could you know? Or even suspect, you're so straight, so trusting! Well, Rebecca's husband was a lot more suspicious. Tim suspected something almost right away, and during their last visit here he finally found out what it was, and that was that! He couldn't handle it, no more than Roger could! Nor any man, I suppose! No, there was no way I could tell you!" She paused, then went on with a certain smug sadness, "But now you know. And now it doesn't matter whether you know or not. I need Rebecca. She needs me. We want each other. We mean to share the rest of our lives with each other. I'm sorry for you, I really am. But that's the way it is!" She looked at me. It was said. She turned back toward that collection of bottles and this time made herself a really stiff drink. While her back was toward me and she was clinking ice and pouring whisky she said in a small voice, "Honey, you really never suspected? Really? All that screaming we did in the guest bedroom sometimes, orgasm after orgasm, peak after peak, hers, mine, ours together, all night long sometimes? Sometimes it was so magnificent we didn't care who heard! You never woke up and saw I wasn't in bed with you? You never figured it out?" I looked at my own glass. Somehow it had emptied itself. I couldn't look up at her. "I heard screaming now and then. I thought you were just being girls laughing together, is all," I said. "Having fun. Now you tell me...." "That's right, honey. We were being girls together. Having fun." She paused, and took a breath. Then went on. "Sex with you is different, Joey dear. Really good, sweetheart, but not really great! Even after I taught you how to lick me out and push into my pussy with your tongue, you remember that, and suck on my clit, sort of how Becky does it, it's never the same. You're caring, and devoted, a sweetheart, but somehow you never get really frenzied down there, not the way Becky does. Never! You don't set me on fire! You don't go crazy because your face has entered heaven! You don't play dangerous games with me! There's nothing kinky about you!" "You never once wanted to tie me up, remember, even when I asked you? And there was that time I tried to tie you up so I could sit on your face and force you to eat me out with your cum still in me, and you thought that was just too yuckie? So we never got to find each other's deeper places. Or open up our darker feelings to each other! You wouldn't even wear a lacy nightgown to bed that time I asked you to, remember, when I wanted to close my eyes and hug you and imagine you were Becky? Of course you didn't know that was what I wanted, but you wouldn't do it anyhow! "I'm not a girl," was all you said. I knew that, honey. I just wanted you to pretend. But you wouldn't be a girl for me. I guess your manhood felt threatened. By a lacy little nightgown. By nothing at all! Remember?" I remembered. We sat silent. I smelled the roast browning in the oven. My last supper? I had to stall this thing! How? Persuasion was useless. Go with it and steer her back to me, that was the only way! But how? Rebecca would never share Ellie with me in a threesome -- she'd rejected that notion way back! But an idea began to form. I reached out desperately! I needed time to fight for my wife, somehow! I had what, three days at most. I tried my most mature manager's voice on her, calm, reasonable. "Ellie, let me understand. You've been happy with both of us, but you want Rebecca more than you want me?" She just looked at me. What else had we been talking about? "Do you have to choose?" She continued to look at me, and I could see in her the first stirrings of impatience. "Couldn't you live with both of us?" Now she was listening. "I could," she said carefully. "But you know Becky couldn't." She looked at me attentively, her thin eyebrows raised slightly, waiting. "In fact, could you? Could you share me with Becky? Knowing what you know now?" she asked. I didn't hesitate. "Yes!" I said as forcefully as I could. If that was my only option. If that would buy me time, a chance to overwhelm Ellie and reclaim her for myself. She smiled sympathetically, and gathered her skirt to stand up. Dinner was nearly ready. Our conversation was over. "I could live with both of you," she said. "I would. I even suggested it to Becky." Then she came forward and loomed over me. "I told you, I go both ways. And I do love you, sweetheart. I really do. Not the man in you, really, especially, but the you in you! I'd rather not leave you. I'd love to take you with me to live with Becky. Or stay here with you and Becky." I looked up at her hopefully, and started to say something. That was what I wanted, if it was the best I could get for now! But her next words killed off that hope. "But Joey, honey, Beckie isn't attracted to you. She never will be. She doesn't want to live with you. You're a nice man, she knows that, but you're a man." I waited. She let the other shoe fall. "Sweetheart, Beckie's now a confirmed lesbian. No more nor less. That's really why her marriage to Tim hasn't worked. He kept trying to turn her, and she was willing to let him try. But he's such an insensitive boor! He couldn't imagine why any woman would ever prefer another woman to him! Talk about a square peg in her round hole? Becky tried to turn him, too, at least to make him a little more considerate of her feelings. No way. She finished her honeymoon absolutely persuaded beyond any doubt that she would never sleep with any man ever again! Not any other man was what Tim thought she was saying, but she meant any man at all!" "After that honeymoon they hardly ever touched each other. Tim has tomcatted around with all sorts of women in all sorts of ways, I know, so he didn't make an issue of it. He couldn't admit defeat. Not until their last visit here." Ellie took a deep breath. Then, "Tim accidentally came on the two of us together in bed, late one night. We weren't asleep. He says he stayed by the door and watched us for a while, and we were so wrapped up in each other we never noticed! God, I remember we were hot that night! I don't remember that we ever slept at all, though we must have! Becky's soft, smooth skin rubbing on mine, her pillowy breasts, our arms and legs twined all around, our mouths fused, sucking and sweet, our juices flowing all over each other, our bodies pulsing in one huge heartbeat! God, it was wonderful!" That memory transported Ellie into a rapturous silence. I felt excluded but strangely stirred, I had no idea why. But I sat stone still, and after a moment Ellie resumed. "Tim told her the next day that he'd seen us, that he was disgusted, that their marriage was over! It would be by now, too, but they still can't agree on the terms of separation -- their negotiations are endless. They take perverse pleasure wrangling and haggling with each other. When Tim heard about her job offer here he said 'Go to her!' and then raised some further impossible demands. I cried when I found out what they were, and Becky was crying when she told me. We had to talk a long time before she calmed down." I looked sorrowfully sympathetic and nodded, but at that moment Rebecca's problems weren't mine at all. My mind was preoccupied! "Now he's turned really spiteful. He's tried to strip her of everything! Even little things I've given her over the years! And he's not stopping at blackmail. He's threatening to expose both of us." Her face turned grim. "Well, that would bring you into it as her lesbian lover's duped husband, cuckolded by a queer, so we've had to talk a long time about sparing you that kind of embarrassment. Becky's playing some wild cards of her own too, but at the moment it appears Tim will get pretty nearly everything! Except what matters most to Becky. Me!" "I never knew," I said. That sounded pretty lame, but I had to say something. Elllie didn't seem to hear. "Becky says that now she won't share me with any man, not any longer. Once she had to, because I had to know what it was like, being married. But not now. Not even with you, and she sort of likes you in her peculiar way. She says she'll allow me one-nighters now and then if I must wrap my legs around some stud, feel a cock stuffed deep into me. But not with you. With different men each time, no emotional involvements, that's as far as she'll let me go. Well, I can live with that. I've done it before." She waited to see what I'd say. Then considered whether to say something more. Then, as if to explain, she went on. "We've done threesomes, honey, if that's what you're thinking. We enjoy being three in a bed. In New Orleans just a few months ago, you remember when Becky had her annual convention in New Orleans and I had mine? A friend of Becky's was with us the whole time. God, it was sublime!" "But the friend was a girl sweetheart! All of Becky's other lovers are girls. It drives Tim crazy to know that! And even those girls have to be married with kids, so they won't get ideas about moving in on us permanently. Or else they have to be free spirits who don't want to get ideas about anyone. Becky doesn't like rivals." She stared at me meaningfully, then looked down at her drink. Then stood again and refilled her glass, and took a quick swallow without even waiting for the ice to cool it down. And added, once again with her back toward me, "You don't qualify for that kind of threesome, hon. I'm sorry." And she started back toward the kitchen. I could feel it. This discussion was over as far as Ellie was concerned. She was in motion. Out of the room, out of my life. It was now or never! I reached to grasp at a straw! At anything! Out of nowhere came a desperate cry! "But what if I did?" She paused and began to turn back toward me. "Did what?" she asked. Her voice was casual. She'd said everything that could be said. "Qualify! For a threesome!" She turned the rest of the way and just stared at me, really pitying me now. I'd understood nothing apparently. I could read it in her eyes, and I raced on! "No, I don't mean as a man! What if I tried to be a girl when I was with you two? Just tried! What if I was gentle, and kept my penis out of the way? And wore that lacy nightgown you once wanted me to wear? And used my mouth, anywhere you want it! Could you take me in then? To make up a threesome?" A new argument suddenly occurred to me. I added, "Then you wouldn't have to leave here at all! We all three of us could live here together!" I was playing for time! I needed time, more than anything else! What I was really willing to do, what I had to do, what I'd have to give up, what little deceptions might work, all those things I'd reconsider later! Decide about later, if I had to. I knew that as things were, once Ellie walked through that door and back into the kitchen, and once Rebecca walked through that front door, my marriage was over. Down the drain. I had to stop the flow! Somehow! To pretend I could be a girl with them was all that came to mind! And now Ellie was looking at me with keen attention! "You really mean that?" "Yes!" I'd thrown out my hook wildly, but I'd caught something! Now I had to set it past the barb so it wouldn't shake loose! The words came tumbling out unconsidered. "I want to be a girl!" She just stood there, staring at me. "Make me a girl!" I said, more emphatically still. "What?!" "Make me a girl! I'm willing! I'll be a girl for you! I want to! Ellie, please, I don't want to lose you!" I was appalled by what I was saying! But it was a cry from the heart! At that moment I believed in my sincerity absolutely! "You're crazy!" "I want you! I want you to love me! I want to live with you. No claims! If you can share me with Rebecca, and Rebecca will have me only if I'm a girl, then I want to be a girl! Make me a girl! Then Rebecca can have all of you and as much of me as she wants! And I can still have some of you! If Rebecca lets me!" Was I insane? No, not at all. But certainly anguished. And this was certainly the only idea I had, for now. "You don't know what you're saying!" "Yes, I do! Make me a girl!" Ellie started back into the room and sat down on a chair by the door. I couldn't believe it! It was happening! She shook her head, thoughtfully! "If we were a threesome, even if we lived here you'd be a third party, a guest as it were. In your own house! You'd have to move into our guest room, Joey. Could you stand that?" "Yes!" "A girl? I know it can be done. With hormones and things. Becky knows how, she's had patients who wanted to be girls. But you'd have so much to learn! You'd have to do so many things you'd certainly find unfamiliar, even embarrassing! You'd have to give up so much! You're not a girl! Not even a transvestite!" "Yes! I am! I can be!" What things? In the privacy of my relationships with them, I could handle it! In bed with them? Here in this house? How difficult could it be to wear a dress or a nightgown around the house now and then while I tried to woo and win back my own wife? No problem! She paused. "That's quite a notion! For my Joey to try to become a girl! It's sort of romantic, I must say!" She looked at me admiringly, now. "I sort of like it! Greater love hath no man than to give up being a man for the woman he loves! I'll certainly ask Becky how she feels about it when she gets here. She's about due!" Then Ellie turned and went back into the kitchen. I sat there a moment. What have I done? I've saved my ass, that's what I've done, I told myself! I've lived to fight another day! I stood up, triumphant! "Yessssss!!!" I whispered aloud! All was not lost! And at that moment, the door chimes sounded. ii. Two days later I answered the door when the chimes sounded, and Rebecca swept past me, not condescending even to glance at me. "I see you're still here? You like what we're doing to you? Where's your pride, girl? Is Miss Elaine home yet?" She didn't stay for an answer, but instead looked around for evidence. No one in the hallway or up the stairs. She turned toward me finally. "It's arranged. You're going away tomorrow morning with Ellie. To Miss Caroline's, she has an opening and can fit you in right away. You'll be there for three weeks. No need to pack anything. Ellie will take you there and leave you there. She'll be there herself often as part of the treatment, but otherwise she'll be working or else here with me. You'd better cooperate!" I curtsied. "Yes, ma'am!" "Not that it matters a whole lot! Miss Caroline has no problem getting people like you to cooperate. Then when you get back your boss tells me you'll soon be off doing those out-of-town site visits he's arranged. So Ellie and I will be rid of you either way. Become the best girl you can be, and maybe we'll let you live with us. Any erections today?" "No ma'am." "That's good! I thought those injections would take care of that little problem. Nip it in the bud." She smiled. "That's apparently what you're good at, I hear!" "Ma'am?" "Nipping buds! Clit nibbling! Miss Elaine told me this morning that last night you were quite satisfactory! I may want to wrap my legs around your head myself some time. Miss Elaine thinks you may have real talent that way! But don't let it give you any ideas!" "No ma'am." "I'll have my white wine, now." "Yes, ma'am." I hurried to get it, pleased that Miss Rebecca was pleased, or at least not dissatisfied. I glanced at a mirror on my way back into the kitchen. My appearance was acceptable. Maybe that helped. Two days earlier she'd been a lot less pleased, in fact she'd been downright antagonistic. When the doorbell rang, and Ellie turned to answer it, I waited in the living room to see if Rebecca would buy my hastily improvised notion, still holding my empty glass in my hand, the ice cubes now altogether melted. The whole trip down the hall to the front door, Ellie kept her head turned back toward me, watching to see if I was still serious, or if I was having second thoughts, or if I was already quailing at my own preposterous suggestion. Perhaps from sheer stubbornness, I wasn't. Just before opening the door she asked me again, "You're sure now! A girl!" "Yes!" I said, loud and clear. The two of them then stood by the front door talking in low voices for some time. I was delighted that I'd at least shaken them up Then Rebecca came into the living room. I stood to meet her, and offered her my hand, a meaningless smile of hospitality fixed on my face. She just stood there in the middle of the room and looked at me. I put my hand down. Her expression approached a scowl. "Well, Joseph, look what you've proposed," she said finally. "And Ellie likes the idea. So we have to deal with it seriously. Even though I don't believe for a moment that you're serious." "Now Rebecca!" I tried to reassure her even though I myself still found the idea unsettling, absurd. "No more until after we've eaten, and you've poured out some of that brandy of yours. Then we'll talk, and we'll find out if the brandy's still yours or if it's now Ellie's and mine! Because that's what you're proposing, you know. Among other things." And she walked into the dining room, and sat down in my place at the table. Conversation during dinner was spare, limited to trivial things, carefully evasive. Rebecca's new position and the hospital's policies, whether she'd want to stay when she'd reorganized them, the kinds of people she'd be working with, where the best supermarket in town was located, and the best wine store, and the best hairdresser. The small things that make up whole lives no one likes to think trivial. None of us dared hint at the topic on everyone's mind. We were being civilized. Rebecca twice began talking about people and places only she and Ellie had once known, but Ellie to her credit answered perfunctorily and brought the topic back to time present. Then when we were each of us settled back into the living room, each with a snifter in one hand overfilled with cognac, Family Court came into session. Ellie sat on the couch with Rebecca, the judges and prosecutors. I sat facing them. Rebecca launched into me with no preliminaries. Right on target, too! "Ellie, we both know what his purpose is here. To gain time to work on you, to try to take you away from me again. I can't have that! I won't have that! We're much more married than you and your 'Joey' here ever will be, much more closely bound together. Irreversibly! Forever! You know that, too. You can feel it too! And you're asking me to admit someone else into this union of ours merely because you're married to him? Out of pity?" Rebecca seemed both furious and on the edge of tears. Ellie leaned forward and took both her hands and held them, and said not a word. She didn't have to. They did understand each other so well! She just looked steadily into Rebecca's eyes until Rebecca could recover herself. Only one sob escaped. Then a slight, grateful smile, through glistening eyes. "All right, out of love too. He's a sweet man! He's a dear man! You say so, and I can believe it, though all I see is a wimp! But remember, he's a man! He has no obligations to me, or feelings for me. He can pretend to be a girl, I'm sure, and learn how to swish around the house in heels, and learn how to look halfway respectable wearing makeup, and try to persuade you that he's serious! He can even do some permanent things to his body, make some small gestures toward femininity in token of his sincerity, like get his ears pierced, and adjust his hormones to grow his own breasts and improve his figure and his disposition, things like that. Because he knows it would take things like that to begin to persuade me he's serious. He knows that whenever I look at him, nothing should ever remind me that I've somehow gotten myself involved with another man." "But I'd still see him as a man, unless he was very, very good at his little deceptions! And I'd always feel insecure, always anxious that I was living with you on borrowed time. He'd be the snake in our little garden. He can say anything at all right now, but we all three know he can always back out of this thing he's proposing. At any time. No matter how skillful he becomes at persuading us, maybe even persuading himself that he's serious. He can always take up living like a man again any time. And I'd always worry that when he left he'd take you with him!" "He wouldn't do that. Would you, Joey honey?" Of course I would. That was exactly my intention. But they needed more persuasion. Rebecca did, anyhow. She was already boxing me in with more "gestures" and "tokens," than I wanted to deal with, and Ellie was going right along with her. It made me uneasy. Pierced ears, well, OK, no problem, holes grow in and leave only a dimple, and my hair covers my ears, anyhow. But hormones? That dyke wants me to grow breasts like hers, and maybe also fatten up my ass like hers? And Ellie has no objection to any of it? Well, OK, even hormones. I could stall, and anyhow, if I had to start taking their pills or whatever, they would take time to work. Months. Longer. And if it took me a year to wean Ellie away I supposed even breasts are removable with surgery, if I found I couldn't handle having them hang off me. I grinned, realizing that if I'd had breasts when we were married Ellie might have found me even more attractive than now, a man and a woman all wrapped up in one, the best of both of her worlds. Breasts might be an advantage to me, wooing Ellie back. "Would you?" Ellie asked again. "Try to come between me and Becky?" "No, of course not," I said. "I'd never want to do that!" Take Ellie back to be my lawful wedded wife again! Unthinkable! I tried to think of more clinchers, more reassurances I could offer them in addition to those Rebecca'd mentioned. What else? Flattery, certainly. "I'd be living with two beautiful women, one of them my wife. Why should I ever want to back out of an arrangement like that?" Even Ellie wasn't persuaded by that, and she wanted to believe in my sincerity. It was a lecher's argument, not a nascent girl's. "Becky," she said hastily. "You know I'll never want to leave you again. But there are other ways we can discourage him from changing his mind. We can get his voice changed to a high register, so it sounds attractive as a woman's but silly as a man's. We can get him breast implants right off, not wait for his hormones to grow them. And while we're at it we could give him a really cute girly nose and chin -- I'd love that, and the chances are that then he'd never want to show his face to his friends again, looking like that. With a pretty face and pouty lips, the first thing those guys would think of whenever they saw him would be getting him on his knees and filling his mouth with their ...things. So it wouldn't do him any good to carry me off somewhere else! His old life would be over. He couldn't be my husband any more. We'd be two girls together!" She looked at me, and then she let go of Rebecca's hands and took up mine. And pressed them into my lap. My crotch. Almost as if she wanted me to stroke myself! The weight of our hands together certainly caused a stirring. I tried to think of other things. This was not the right moment for a boner! I realized that in her sweet, conciliatory way, Ellie had just made it impossible for me to back out of this situation and still save face. Not my face the way it was. If the two of them arranged for every change Ellie had just offered up, we really would look like two girls together. Or very nearly. This was not too good! "How about we castrate him?" Rebecca asked. I lurched. Rebecca noticed but went on. "That's irreversible. That would prove his sincerity, and reassure me. Then afterward, he'd have to take whatever kind of sex he could get from us. He'd be grateful we still wanted him! If we did." She grinned quickly, then said in a pointed, level voice, "I like that idea. We don't need his income. He could be our live-in eunuch! Take care of our house, and help dress you for your dates with those studs you'll want to bed down now and then! He could even be happy for you when you brought one home for the weekend! With no balls of his own he couldn't possibly be jealous of them! Could he?" I knew I'd flinched visibly. Ellie's hands were holding mine firm in my lap, but she'd felt me instinctively clutch at my jewels. I sat very still, hoping that this latest proposal would evaporate into the air. No such luck. "Becky, I wouldn't want my darling hurt, just because he loves me," Ellie said. She could feel my fright. "Aren't we asking enough from him? For now?" Rebecca seemed to back down a little. Or maybe not. "We both love the same woman," she said. "I'm willing to try to like him, as long as he doesn't flaunt his male privilege in my face the way that bastard husband of mine did." She paused and thought a moment, and a slow smile began to light up her face. For the first time, she scrutinized me seriously. Then she continued, "Well, we'll discuss it later, just the two of us. As long as Joseph really will become a woman like us! Nearly all the way may be far enough, we'll have to see! I can wait to cut his balls off, if he'll do whatever's otherwise necessary! I've got to say though, if he must compete with me for you, I'd rather have a level playing field, with no special jollies for you hanging down between his legs!" She turned directly to Ellie and spoke from the heart. "Ellie, my darling Ellie. All I want is simple assurance that he isn't faking it. Is that too much to ask? To know that he's a man of his word. That he really means to become a woman of her word. That she really means it. That she's making an irreversible commitment to her new life with us. Is that too much to ask?" Not so much her words, but her tone of voice unsettled me. She had my number all right. And Ellie knew it! Now Rebecca leaned forward, and spoke quietly and rapidly to Ellie, all the while not once taking her eyes off me. Ellie glanced at me a few times as she listened and now and then nodded assent, anxiously, amusedly, reassuringly. "I tell you what, Ellie. I'll set three conditions. First, we send your Joey here to Miss Caroline's Girls' School for three weeks of behavior modification. Just as soon as there's an opening. I'll phone her and see if maybe she can take him this weekend. Hypno-therapy, deep-reflex conditioning, and careful instruction in how to be a woman, how to dress and walk and so on so he won't disgrace us every time anyone looks at him. Caroline's very good with husbands who get volunteered to her establishment by their wives. I've seen some of them -- they come out more feminine than the women who sent them there, and then they stay that way! I'll pay for the treatments myself. Because if your husband is sincere, sweetheart, your happiness will be well worth the price. And if he isn't, well, he will be when Caroline finishes with him." I tried to look at this woman with mild curiosity, as if I had understood nothing of what she had just said. But it was getting more and more frightening. Behavior modification? Did that mean I'd learn to be more gentle, less aggressive, more nurturing? That would be all right, I supposed. What more? Learn how to swing my hips when I walk ? No problem, I could do that! I'm sure Rebecca saw me still attempting not to understand, and failing. She smiled and kept looking straight at me. "The second thing I want is his signature on a sheaf of blank surgical permissions. And a proxy. So he knows starting right now we're serious. So that as his wife you can approve whatever surgical procedures we think necessary, whatever he may think of them. Cut off his balls if he acts up, cut off his head too if he thinks he's getting away with anything. Caroline will need written consents anyway -- she doesn't like backlash when her clients finally wake up and realize what's been done to them. And we'll want it for the other things we've already mentioned, because he'll surely want to look pretty, with a pretty face and figure to flaunt at us. He can have such fun seducing his former buddies!" Now she glared at me. "I'm sure he'll want to do that!" she said. It was a challenge. I ignored it. She saw, and for some reason that fact amused her. Her lips compressed satisfied, then she continued. "Maybe he won't need a surgical castration. The hormones I'd use to wipe out his sperm and grow his tits would fry his balls anyhow, sooner than he might imagine. I do want him to know though that starting right now his balls are ours, not his. Mine, really, since you're probably feeling partial toward them. That his balls dangle where they are now or dangle from my rear-view mirror any time I want them to, at my whim. That he keeps them only if I'm persuaded that he doesn't want them, that they don't matter, that he doesn't care, they're a birth defect he'd just as soon see removed. If I'm persuaded that he's submitting to us for your benefit, not for his. If he knows that you're mine, not his, and that he's ours!" This wasn't anything like the threesome I'd had in mind. At most, I meant maybe me in a nightgown and a dab of lipstick eating them both out while we all hugged and kissed, and me solicitous of my wife's every desire until her guilt became overwhelming and she rededicated herself to me and me alone. But now Rebecca had the ball and was running with it. With my balls too. When had I dropped it? Them? "That sounds only fair," Ellie said. "Doesn't it seem fair to you, sweetheart?" What could I say? I had to depend on Ellie to protect my essential manhood. She'd still want to have sex with me, that I knew. Maybe. So I nodded. Rebecca continued. "Maybe if he's a really good girl we'll make him a real girl as a reward. Give him three places to enjoy himself with a fella, not just the two he's got now. The kind of special girl place we've got. Then his friends could call him a 'cunt' too, the way they call us 'cunts'. They do, don't they?" I couldn't tell if she was serious or not when she said that. Me with a "fella"? She was needling me, becoming really unpleasant. Telling me I'd be a pervert! Again I didn't respond. Neither did Ellie. I hoped Rebecca was just being spiteful. "One more thing I want," Rebecca said. I'd crossed some kind of border, apparently, because now for the first time she turned to talk to me directly. Now she could acknowledge my existence! "It's very simple. A show of good faith. A test. I want you to cross a point of no return right away. Tomorrow, if we can arrange it, and I think we can. That would begin to persuade me that all the work we'll need to invest in you might be worth the effort. You look to be about my dress size. About a 14 do you think, Ellie?" "Just about, I think," Ellie replied. "He used to be an 18, almost a 20, but I've been bringing him down for some months now. We've both lost quite a bit of weight." I looked at Ellie. I used to be an 18? When did she start thinking of me in women's dress sizes? I decided she was just translating my men's sizes into women's as she spoke, praising me to Rebecca in Rebecca's terms. "Then tomorrow you'll start wearing women's clothes. We'll provide your starter set, Joseph," Rebecca said. "Until you can buy your own. You'll take tomorrow morning off from your office, so we can start you off right. Then you can go back to work tomorrow afternoon wearing a proper respectable three piece suit, the kind you usually wear to work anyhow." Her previously skeptical smile began now to spread triumphantly across her face. She was enjoying herself! She'd won! She knew that her girlfriend, my wife, was agreeable to almost anything she proposed! My Ellie was hers! "A conservative business suit, Joseph, something that won't attract undue attention." Then she stood up and leaned over me, and spoke crisply, defiantly, as if challenging me to protest, to find anything she was saying the least bit unacceptable. "But a woman's three-piece suit! Nothing flamboyant! Faux Chanel Jacket flared at the hips, cream silk blouse with a cute bow tie, a short gray skirt, dark stockings, low pumps, pearl accessories! I have just the outfit for you in my car, dearie, in your driveway this very moment. Or is it my driveway? Simple daytime makeup, nothing bold or dramatic, just eyes, cheeks, and lips. One of your wife's wigs, unless we can get your hair permed and styled and set to look respectably feminine." She looked it over critically. "I bet we can! You'll do fine, I think. You might even be passable, not that I care. You with me so far?" I was too far gone not to be. I nodded. "Then that's what you'll wear to your office tomorrow afternoon! Tomorrow and from now on! No gradual transition for you, Missy! Tomorrow you're irreversibly a man who's decided he'd rather be a woman, and you'll explain that to your colleagues, your secretaries, your clients, your supervisors, the janitor, everybody. Because that's what you are, aren't you? Isn't that what you're telling us?" She waited. Ellie waited, concerned. I swallowed. Then nodded. "If your boss wants to send you home because he hates faggots or he's transphobic, or if someone objects when you use the ladies' room -- and that's what you'll use starting tomorrow, and no other ever again! -- or if anyone objects for any other reason, well, that's their prerogative. You'll deal with it, lady! No compromises. Tomorrow I want you to deliver such an unforgettable shock to everyone that they'll all dash to their phones and their e-mails and send the news around the world, so an hour later everyone who ever knew you will know what you are. Everywhere!" Now she looked maliciously gleeful! "You'll agree with me I'm sure that when everyone knows, you're a lot less likely to back away from our little arrangement and take Elaine with you, away from me. You'll already be someone else in everyone's mind, a laughingstock, a pussywhipped wimp, a queer clown, a brave transsexual woman, a sissy psychotic, who knows, but anyhow something you aren't now and will never be again, a man! Then as a woman, maybe your company can accept you and keep you on, every organization now and then finds they have a transgendered woman in their midst. But as a man, after tomorrow you'll be ludicrous. After tomorrow you'll have nowhere to go, will you? As a man, you'll be a traitor to your sex, a deserter, a failure, a loser!" She smiled sweetly at me. Smugly, too. The woman was diabolical! I nodded, a knot forming in my stomach. Did I really want this? No. Could I get out of it? It didn't seem so. Not and stay with my Ellie and keep my marriage going somehow, I couldn't. Did I want to? Already there was no way I could cut and run with any dignity or pretense of sincerity, not and keep any dregs of Ellie's respect. Certainly not after tomorrow. Was my marriage worth it? Which was worse, losing Ellie or losing my respectability? I loved Ellie. Despite everything! With all my heart. Life without Ellie was unimaginable! "Isn't this wonderful?" Ellie said. "Now I won't have to leave you after all, sweetie. I can have my Becky and my Joey too! My 'Joey.' You'll need a new name, honey! We both want to forget that there ever was a 'Joey.' Joy! That's you! I'll have my dearest Joy living with me from now on! I'm so glad you thought of this, Joy darling! And offered yourself to us. You've made me so happy. Aren't you happy too? Tell me you are!" She looked at me so anxiously I had to smile at her, to try to reassure her. I nodded. "Tell her, Joy!" Rebecca was looking straight at me, and I saw that her smile had disappeared. "I want to hear it!" "Yes, I'm happy too, Ellie," I said, my voice flat. "You're happy, who?" Rebecca snapped. "'Ellie' is my name for her, just as 'Becky' is her name for me." Those are our private, intimate little names for each other. When you began to date her way back, and you began to call her 'Ellie,' I couldn't say anything about it. Not back then. But now I can. From now on, Joy, you'll call her 'Elaine'! That's her name. Isn't it, Ellie?" Ellie nodded. I mean Elaine. She was looking at me encouragingly, and I'd like to believe a little sadly. But I couldn't tell. "Say it, Joy precious!" No question, Rebecca's tone was threatening. "I'm happy we can still live together, Elaine," I said. "No, let's make that 'Miss Elaine'! And I'm 'Miss Rebecca' when you address me. You are not on a first name basis with either of us! Not yet!" It was a rending moment for me. Like a divorce! Rebecca came between us and spoke, and now we were no longer a couple. But then, wasn't that was what Ellie had told me anyhow, just before dinner? Wasn't that why we were now a threesome, because I'd thought a threesome preferable to nothing? Not exactly a threesome like this though. "Miss Elaine," I repeated. "Yes, Miss Rebecca!" Rebecca disappeared for a moment, then came back carrying a pad of legal-looking documents and a pen. "The surgical proxies," she said. "Standard doctor's equipment. Never leave home without them!" I signed a few. She witnessed them. Then she handed them to Elaine, Miss Elaine (no, to me in my own mind she'll always be 'Ellie'), Ellie also witnessed them. Then Ellie disappeared with them into our study and came back without them. "Nicely done, Ellie," Rebecca said when Elaine had sat down again, this time in a chair opposite both of us. "Cued beautifully. And it's all his idea, you heard him, and now it's signed and sealed, so now he's responsible for everything that happens next" Elaine stood up and leaned over and actually kissed Rebecca! On the mouth! "Love will always find a way," she replied. "Thanks, honeybuns, for giving this a chance to work! I really didn't know what to do. I didn't want to lose him, but I never thought he'd propose this, much less agree to it! He really did reach for every hint I threw at him! He's so sweet! I do love him, you know. And now I really do owe you!" "No problem, Ellie darling. Though remember my own purposes. I do mean to collect from you, sweetheart! Beginning now! Awww, look at him! He has no idea what we're talking about!" While I was working out what they might have meant by that, Rebecca stood also, produced a hypodermic out of nowhere, pinched up skin on my wrist, and gave me a swift shot. "Just a tranquillizer for now, Joy, baby," she said. "Mostly for Ellie's sake. Miss Elaine to you! She'll feel so much better knowing you're not troubled by our sleeping arrangements tonight. Or by anything, from now on. And her happiness is everything to me. Just as it should be for you, but we can't really trust that it is, yet, can we? Just sit still now and feel peaceable, and then you can go to bed any time you like. In whichever spare bedroom." She was right. I sat still and felt increasingly satisfied with the way things were turning out. It wasn't too bad. It could have been a lot worse. It wasn't bad at all. I still had what I wanted. I watched quietly as Rebecca and Elaine talked together in voices too low for me to make out, touching each other and giggling, my wife glancing casually over at me now and then. They were now old, familiar friends who enjoyed each other's company. It was so nice, seeing two women who felt that close. Which was why they hugged each other on their way upstairs. Loving friends. Girls together. Was that a twinge of jealousy I felt? No, envy! I wanted to be one too! A girl, like them! To belong, to be one of them! Well, that was certainly what Rebecca had in mind for me. Pussy and all, she wanted me to think! She was joking. I hoped so, anyway. I just sat and watched then, feeling warm toward them both. They paused in the hall at the top of the stairs, in front of the door to our master bedroom, then turned toward each other with their arms wrapped around each other possessively. It felt to me like a sacred moment. So very sweet! Like newlyweds poised on the threshold of a bridal chamber! My Miss Elaine looked into her Becky's eyes with such tender affection! And her Becky so very gently took my wife's head into both her hands and pulled her face close, and kissed the tip of her nose so very delicately. They were both about the same height. They looked so serenely happy together! A matched pair! Then they kissed each other with real feeling, their soft lips pressing together. It was so beautiful, two women kissing, their faces melting into each, neither dominating, each yielding to the other. Elaine then pulled her Becky closer, and their kisses grew more heated, passionate, their mouth moving as if they wanted to swallow each other. They reached to touch the tips of each other's nipples. I sat and watched. Their bodies writhed into tight intimacy. Then they broke off, breathing hard, and began to pull each other into the bedroom. Each glanced down toward me. Rebecca grinned at me. Elaine tilted her head back and smiled, signalling to me how pleased she was. Was that smile also a little mischievous? Did she purse her lips just then to blow me a kiss? To reassure me? To mock me? They slipped into our bedroom and shut the door. I looked at the closed door. Their bedroom. After a moment, I got up and went upstairs myself, into one of the spare bedrooms, and fell onto one of the beds the two of them had used during Rebecca's previous visits here, probably. At least Ellie and I were still together here in the same house. Miss Elaine and I still shared our l