Old Man and the Threesome  4 0f 4

Old Man and the Threesome 4 0f 4




She walked up to me and began taking my clothes off. She was crying, and this time, I was crying, too.

A week later, Candy surprised me again when she said, Tomorrow, we're going to church.

But we don't believe in that mumbo jumbo, I said.

I found a church where they have the same values that we have, she said. The only difference is that they mix Jesus into it. I met some of the people and told them we are sinners and doubters, and they said they didn't care, because from what I told them, we were more like them than we were different.

She looked at me and saw my skeptical expression.
I just think we need to be around people like them, Candy explained. But if you're really against it, we don't have to go.

We went, and she was right. The services were painless, especially because they had a great choir, and the people were wonderful. We soon had a bunch of new friends and were doing things that we really believed in. Sometimes I find myself thinking that only a god could have planned our strange path.

Marlene called me at the office two months after the fateful night, and I could tell she was in bad shape. She begged me to see her that night. I said that I didn't want to see her ever again, and she became hysterical and said that she might kill herself if I wouldn't see her. I told her to call me the next day.

That night, I told Candy about the call.

Jed, she said, If you don't mind, I never want to hear her name again. I am never speaking to her again, but I guess you should talk to her. When you do, tell her that you will not be sharing your conversation with me.

I met Marlene at Denny's after work the next day. I didn't recognize her at first because she wasn't dressed to show off her figure. She was subdued until I told her what Candy had said, and then she broke down and put her head on the table.

I didn't say anything as she went on crying for a few minutes. Then she raised her head and dried her tears on a napkin and looked at me for another couple of minutes before speaking.

What did you say to her? What did you do? You're smarter than I thought you were. I was sure I had won her away.

We're both stupid, I said. I was sure you had, too. She's smarter than both of us.

Here, said Marlene as she handed me a binder with some DVDs in it. These are the videos. Candy didn't tell you that we had cameras hidden around the room. That's why all the lights were on. I was going to show the videos to Candy to remind her of the best orgasm she's ever had and how disgusting you looked. I was sure they would seal the deal.

Now I can't stand looking at them, because they remind me of what I ruined. I destroyed the ones on my hard drive, so if you want to shred these, no one else will ever see them. You probably think it's a trick and that I hope you show them to Candy. Somewhere in my mind, I'm probably wishing for that too, but now I don't think it will do me any good even if she does see them.

I've loved Candy for a long time, and she loved me. But I was arrogant enough to think I could take it to the physical level with cheap tricks, and now I've destroyed the best thing in my life.

You hate me, but I know that you also love her, so you have some idea about what I'm going through. If you can ever forgive me and if she ever lets you talk about me, tell her that I would do anything to undo what I did. Tell her if she would give me one more hug, I would die happy. Tell her oh, what's the use?

She put her head in her hands began to cry again, but this time silently.

When she stopped, I said, I promise you if she ever lets me bring up your name, I'll tell her what you said.

She looked at me in amazement and then jumped out of her chair and onto my lap, clutching me with her hands around my neck. She smothered my face with kisses.

She stopped long enough to say, You wonderful man, you good man, and then kissed me some more. She stopped and got off of me and sat down facing me again.

Why did I hate you? she said. Why did I try to destroy you?

There was more crying.

When she stopped, I told her I had to go. She thanked me again and said she wouldn't stop hoping.

About a year later, someone told me Marlene had started dating men, and maybe nine months after that, I heard she was engaged. That's the last I heard of her until one Sunday morning when Candy was acting strangely.

Maybe you should go to church by yourself this morning, she said after she had already dressed. I have a headache.

She didn't say anything else at breakfast, but she had a strange expression on her face. Just as I was walking out, she joined me.

I might as well go, she said, without explaining what she meant. Looking at her, I decided I'd better not ask what was going on.

It didn't take me long to find out. Shortly after we were seated, I saw Marlene and a man walk down the aisle and take seats on the other side of the aisle from us. They didn't attempt to approach us, but the minister did a few weeks later.

He asked us to meet with him, and when we were seated, he told us that Marlene and her husband had met with him, and Marlene had told him everything that had happened. He turned to Candy.

Do you forgive her, Candy?

Yes, I do, Reverend.

Would the two of you be willing to meet with her and her husband? It is my sincere belief that she has repented and they mean no harm and would just like your friendship.

Candy spoke slowly as if she was picking her words carefully.

Reverend, do you remember your sermon about condemned prisoners a couple of months ago?

I think so.

You told us that no matter how evil they were and what horrible things they had done to other people, even to helpless women and children, before they murdered them, God demanded that we forgive them. You also told us that forgiving them didn't mean we had to free them or prevent their execution. You said for those who truly loved Jesus, there was no contradiction. Is that right?

"Yes, Candy, you certainly understood that sermon.

And I think you understand me now, too, Reverend.

Yes, Candy. I'll tell them.

A few months later, Candy asked if I had ever watched the videos Marlene had made. I told her I hadn't, and she said she felt like looking at them and would I like to join her?

No thanks, I said, "but since you brought her up, I have a promise to keep, and I now have to talk about Marlene a little. She would like the chance to personally tell you how much she regrets what she did. She told me that she made the videos with the idea of showing you how incredible sex would be with her and how disgusting I was for going through what the two of you did to me.

That reminds me of something she said that night. She said that she would give you the best orgasm you've ever had. Was she right?

Yes, said Candy, but so what? It only made me angrier when I realized what she was doing. I was so into the amazing sex that my mind had turned off. It wasn't until I heard you say 'Help!' that I began waking up.

You heard that?

Yes and when I looked at you and saw you were hurting, I realized in a flash how she was manipulating me.

"She wanted me to fist you, but I no longer wanted to do anything. I just wanted to stop and get her to leave. My mind was in a fog or I would have stopped at once. I don't know why I waited until you came.

The next morning, I awoke with complete clarity. I knew that I still had to work out my complicity, but I also knew for certain that I never wanted to see Marlene again. I did mourn her a long time, because she was my oldest friend.

Then why do you want to watch the video of the three of us now? I said.

Just because all of a sudden I'm turned on by the idea nothing deeper than pure voyeurism but if you tell me no, I won't. I've learned that there are certain things that turn me on that can end up turning on me.

I guess its okay, I said, but please don't watch when I'm around.

That's a promise, she said.

A couple of days later, she was a wild woman in bed. I wanted to ask her whether she had watched the videos that day, but I was afraid to.

Every once in a while, she goes crazy like that, and each time, I've suspected it was the video. After wrestling with it in my mind the first few times, I've decided that I should stop worrying about it and just be grateful for the results.



By nutbuster