A lesbian friend talks a married couple into having a threesome

“Marlene wondered if you’d ever mentioned a
threesome,” said Candy.

“Why would I?” I said.

“I’ll tell you in a second,” Candy said. “I told her
you never did, and she was surprised because she said
all men want a threesome. Is that right?”

“Probably right, most men have imagined it at one time
or other.”

“What about anal?”

“What about it?”

“She was surprised that you never brought that up
either.”

“You forgot that the subject did come up before we
were married, and you said the idea was totally
repugnant to you. Have you changed your mind?”

“No, but Marlene said that even though most women
didn’t like anal, their husbands still try to get them
to do it.”

“How does Marlene know all this? She’s a lesbian.”

“She told me that her biggest turn-on is to make love
to straight women.”

“Like you?” I asked.

“Yes. She said she’s been trying to find a way to get
me into bed since we’ve known each other, but she
always had the feeling that I’d turn her down if she
asked, which I would. She told me that’s when she came
up with the idea of the threesome.”

“And you said?”

“I said I’d tell you.”

“That means you’re interested.”

“No, it doesn’t. Why do you say that?”

“Because you didn’t tell her no.”

“I wanted to see how you’d react.”

“Do I sound eager?”

“No. But Marlene said to tell you that anal would be
part of it.”

“Did you tell her that you’d be willing to do anal?”

“No.”

“So she’s offering her ass to me?”

“I didn’t say that. Maybe she thinks she can talk me
into it. I don’t know.”

“Well, you can tell her I think she’s the hottest
woman in the world except for one, and if I was ever
interested in anal sex with a lesbian, she would be
the one I’d choose.”

“I’ll tell her.”

“You sound disappointed.”

“Well, I’m not, or maybe I am, because right now
there’s only one thing on my mind, and if you don’t
come upstairs immediately and help me get it off my
mind, I’m calling Marlene.”

“At your service, boss,” I said, and I dutifully
followed her amazing ass that was putting on a show
for me all the way up the stairs. She wasn’t kidding
about being aroused. It was the wildest sex we’d had
in months.

Marlene was a tiny ball of dynamite with a breathy
voice in the Marilyn Monroe style. She was slim with a
small, perfectly round ass, but her boobs were way too
big for her body, and that’s where everyone’s eyes
focused. Her sexual preference probably broke the
hearts of thousands of guys since she announced it in
high school.

Candy had been friends with her since childhood, and
they became even closer when Marlene came out, because
Candy was supportive of her when some of her other
friends dropped her. Even so, I couldn’t see that the
two of them had much in common.

***

A few days later, Candy brought up the threesome idea
again.

“You really are interested,” I said.

“Well, Marlene asked me again and I told her what you
said. She said you’ve probably been thinking about it
and you may have changed your mind. Is she right?”

“No, and I haven’t been thinking about it either, but
you have.”

“Yes,” Candy admitted. “I don’t know why, and I don’t
even know if I want to do it, especially the anal
part. All I know is that when I think about it, it
really gets me hot. Are you doing anything for the
next hour?”

The subject didn’t come up for two more weeks, but
then it returned in a different form.

“Marlene thinks you should do it for me,” Candy said.

“What?” I said, although I knew exactly what she was
talking about.

“The threesome,” she said. “She said the reason it
makes me hot is because deep down, I really want it,
and I’ll get angry and frustrated if we don’t do it.”

“Do you agree with her?”

“Well, my first reaction is no, but to be honest, I’m
thinking that if we don’t do it, I might keep thinking
about it. But that’s not a good enough reason. I still
can’t say that I really want it, but when I picture it
in my mind, my feelings are not that I don’t want
this. Of course, my imagination and the real thing are
two different things. It might turn out to be ugly and
disgusting and make me regret that we ever did it. But
I guess it comes down to this: I’d be willing to take
the chance if you wanted it.”

“Well, I don’t want it. I’m not going to deny that
when you bring it up, I don’t get aroused, as you can
see right now. The thought of having anal sex in a
threesome with two beautiful women has got to arouse
any man with blood in his veins.

“But we’ve never done anything like this before and
I’ve got a bad feeling about it. And I know I can’t
hide behind ‘I told you so.’ If I give in, it will be
as much my fault as yours. But instead of saying what
I should say right now, you’ve got me to the point
where I’ll think about it some more and give you my
answer in a week. But please don’t bring it up again
until then.”

***

For the next week, I didn’t approach Candy for sex,
and I think she was scared to approach me. It wasn’t a
pleasant seven days, because I felt from the beginning
that I’d already given in by agreeing to think about
it.

I spent the seven days trying to find a strong enough
reason to stop this whole thing, but neither Candy nor
I are religious, and it didn’t violate any of our
ethical beliefs. And using my premonition that this
would turn our badly seemed lame.

Candy just stayed out of my way and said nothing.
Sometimes I saw her look at me and wondered why she
didn’t tell me to forget the whole thing, why she
wanted me to go along. Wasn’t it the man who was
supposed to be interested in swinging or kinky sex and
the woman who was supposed to shoot those ideas down?

The week ended on a Friday, and when I told her my
decision, she said Marlene would be coming over the
next night. I figured Marlene had coached her to set
up the date quickly before I changed my mind. That
night, I approached her, and I could tell she was
dying to have sex, but she turned me down. “Marlene
said we shouldn’t do anything tonight, because that
would make us both even hornier tomorrow night,” she
said.

When she showed up, Marlene was wearing pants that
looked like they were painted on. Her rear cheeks
jiggled with every move she made. And on top, she was
almost spilling out of her halter top.

She was smiling a naughty, mischievous smile, like a
schoolgirl who has just snuck into the bathroom to
smoke a cigarette. She looked totally different from a
scheming sexual predator of straight women.

“Hi, Jed,” she said in her perky, squeaky voice. “Are
you ready?”

“Let’s get this over with,” I said and walked up the
stairs. In the bedroom, Candy and I looked at Marlene
nervously while she smiled her cute smile at us.

“First, we’re all three going to undress really
slowly,” she said, “so we can look at each other’s
bodies and get really excited. That’s why I’m putting
all the lights on. Meanwhile, I’m going to explain the
rules.

“Number one, Jed, you are not to touch me. Only Candy
is allowed to touch me. Candy can touch you and me,
and I can touch you and Candy.

“Number two, you will both do exactly what I tell you
to do. All three of us are going to come, but it won’t
be simultaneously. I will determine when it will
happen.

“OK, that didn’t take long. I like what I see.” She
was looking at Candy, who looked like she would
explode if she didn’t have sex soon. I knew that
expression.

“First, I want Jed on his back on the bed and Candy
between his legs.”

When I felt Candy suck me in, despite the ambivalence
I was feeling, I was hard in less than a minute.

“I think he’s ready,” said Marlene after a while. “Now
I want you to lift his legs up in the air, Candy. I’m
going to get over here, behind his head. Now push his
legs back at the ankles toward me. That’s it. Do it
slowly, because we don’t want to pull any muscles.
That’s it. Now hand me the legs. Good, I’ve got them.”
I felt her little hands close around my ankles.

“I’m going to continue to hold them now, Candy, while
you take some of those small pillows and push them
underneath Jed’s ass. Good. Now I’m going to pull them
slowly back until they are behind his head, while you
push the pillows further to give him support. That’s
perfect.

“Now take his hands and pull each arm across one leg
and down. Tuck each hand underneath his body. That
locks his legs in this position behind his head. It’s
called the Viennese Oyster position, and it’s usually
the woman who’s in it, because as you can see, it
opens up what’s between her legs and makes it easier
for the man to push his thing in deeper. See how it’s
pulled Jed’s ass up in the air and opened his asshole.
Now put some pillows behind his head, too, and push it
up a little more.

“Now get on top of him in the 69 position. Yes, you
have to open your legs wide because they are going
over his legs that are pulled back. But that’s OK,
because it opens you wide, too. Do you feel his face
pushing into you? Good. Now adjust so that you’re
right over his mouth. There. Now look at his dick. See
how it’s raised up so high that it’s actually pointing
down. Lift it up and go to work on it again while Jed
starts working on you. I want him to get you off with
his tongue now.”

I felt that wouldn’t take long, because when Candy
lowered her vagina on me, it was pouring out love
juice. She was already nearly over the top before I
even began. Once my tongue got inside her moist pit,
she began writhing, and soon she was coming.
Meanwhile, her mouth was driving me crazy.

“Did that feel good, Candy?” said Marlene. She sounded
shrill. “Try to remember it because tonight is about
comparing orgasms, and this is just the start. Relax
and lift up off Jed. We don’t want him to smother, do
we?”

“OK, now that you’ve recovered, get off of him and go
around between his legs again. This time I want you to
use your hands on him. Take some of that lube that I
put on the nightstand for you and put it all over your
hands. See how we positioned him so his dick is aimed
down at his mouth. Don’t you think it would be fun if
he came into his mouth. I’m going to kiss him now
while you work with your hands on building him up
again. But don’t let him come yet.”

When I heard these words, I decided this was getting
too bizarre and began to say something and stop the
proceedings. But before I could, Marlene covered my
mouth with hers, and Candy couldn’t see that she was
also pinching my nose with her thumb and index finger.
I couldn’t breathe, but when I struggled, Candy
thought I was responding to her pumping my penis.

Just as I felt I was going to black out, Marlene
lifted her mouth off me, and I began gasping for air.
“See how excited he’s getting,” Marlene said. “You’ve
got him really aroused.”

I was still gasping, but I was aware enough to realize
that something was going on here that neither Candy or
I understood. The cute, perky Marlene had a hidden
agenda. I was out of breath and feeling week, but I
tried to lift up my hands to free my legs. Before I
could do anything, Marlene said, “Keep going Candy.
I’m going to kiss him again.”

Once again, Marlene’s mouth and fingers cut off my air
supply, and I was gasping when she released me. She
looked at what Candy was doing. “That’s it,” she said.
“It looks like he’s almost there. Remember what I told
you to do for him to have a giant orgasm. I’m going to
pull his legs back further to get the tip of his thing
just an inch away from his mouth. See how his mouth is
open to receive. It’s going to stay wide open, I
think, but I may need to kiss him one more time to
make sure he’s excited enough. We’ll see.”

I didn’t want another “kiss,” so my mouth stayed open
as I saw my penis move right in front of it and felt
myself approaching an orgasm. I was trying to hold
back, but my attempts were having an opposite effect
and bringing me to the edge faster.

Marlene was watching me closely and she must have seen
I was getting close. “OK, now, Candy,” she said, and I
felt a finger from Candy’s other hand plunge into my
anus. Marlene was right. It not only sent me over the
edge, but I exploded with a huge groan and sent huge
spurts of semen into my mouth. Some of the come went
straight to my throat causing me to choke as I
swallowed it, some of it went up my nose, causing a
horrible burning feeling and nausea from the smell,
some of it filled my mouth with a terrible taste and
some of it missed my mouth and coated my face.

The orgasm was so strong that even after I had nothing
left to squirt, my body was still thrusting. Finally,
I calmed down and my satisfaction turned to disgust as
I felt the goo covering my face. I lifted one come-
covered eyelid and looked up to see Candy staring at
me. Her face was red and sweaty. She was in a state of
high excitement.

“Take a look, Candy,” said Marlene. “You’d think that
Jed would be humiliated by what he just did, but
that’s how men are. They don’t care about anything
except coming. And you saw what happened when you
stuck your finger in his ass. That’s why they’re
always interested in anal. They are obsessed with
asses, and often, that’s where their head is, too.”
She laughed her cute, high-pitched laugh, which now
sounded to me darker than a witch’s cackle.

“Yes, Candy, I guess we should clean off his face,
although I love the white pancake makeup he’s wearing.
OK, wash it off and pat it dry. Look at him. He can’t
say a thing. I think he’s still reveling in his
degradation.

“Now it’s your turn for something special, Candy. I
want you to get back in the position we started with,
you on top in a 69. That’s good. Now both of you will
use your tongues to get each other aroused. I’ll watch
for the signs and tell you what to do next. There, Jed
is hard again, and I see he’s put some more color in
your face.

“Now, you need to sit up and let go of Jed, Candy.
That’s it. Now lean back a little and put your hands
on the bed to support you. I’m going to pull your legs
up and forward a little and spread them apart, so that
your juicy bush comes into my view on this side.
There. It looks beautiful.

“Yes I know your anus is now over Jed’s face. That’s
the idea. He’s going to give you anal while I work on
your pussy. Yes, we promised him he could do you in
the ass, and he will, but with his tongue, not his
dick, so you won’t feel any discomfort at all. You did
wash yourself down there like I told you, right? Then
don’t worry. There shouldn’t be anything coming out.

“You say you don’t think he likes this because he’s
not using his tongue inside your ass? Just give him a
second to get used to it. I’m sure he’s going to love
it.” As she said this, I felt a hand close around my
balls and squeeze them hard. I screamed out in pain,
but my scream went right into Candy’s anus.

“See,” squeaked Marlene with a little laugh. “He did
something just then, and from the way you squirmed,
you felt it. I think his tongue is about to go into
action, but let me know if it doesn’t. Oh, he’s
started, and I can see you are really getting into it.
I want you to push out now as if you’re doing you know
what, because that opens up your anus, and he can push
his tongue deep inside you. Do you feel his tongue
inside yet? No? Oh now you do. He loves doing this,
believe me.

“Now keep on riding his tongue while I whisper
something into his ear, and then you’re going on a
roller coaster ride.”

As I was working away inside Candy’s anus, I saw out
of one eye that Marlene’s face was approaching my
right ear. When she got right up next to it, she began
whispering to me.

“Got the idea yet, Jed?” she said. “I’m showing Candy
that you are nothing but an animal who will gladly
accept any kind of humiliation to get his rocks off.
Combined with the amazing orgasm I’m going to give her
now, she will see that there are better choices than
staying with you. I hope you’re enjoying the show. I
see you’re trying to get your head loose. Keep it up.
When you move it, Candy just thinks it’s part of your
service of her asshole.” She moved away.

“OK, Candy,” she said. “I see that big beautiful moist
bush calling to me. I’m crawling up over Jed’s tool
and pushing it against his belly to get to you. Do you
feel my hands gently parting your hair and exposing
the beautiful red flower in the middle? In a second, I
won’t be saying another word, but my tongue will be
communicating with your pussy. Try to relax and let me
do all the work while Jed enjoys the anal that he
wanted so much. Let’s make this last as long as we
can. My goal is to give you the most overwhelming,
most pleasurable, most memorable orgasm you’ve ever
had.”

For the next 20 minutes, Marlene played Candy like an
instrument. I felt it because each time she became
more aroused, her anus spasmed around my tongue,
squeezing it and twisting it in different directions.
Finally, I heard Candy singing. It was one note, a
very high one, and it started deep inside her body and
grew fuller and louder second by second until it felt
like it was going to shatter not only glass but
everything else in the room.

Her anus was spasming wildly and out of control and
suddenly she was moving it all over my face and
pushing it down hard. Faster and faster she moved as
the note stopped for a moment and then jumped even
higher as she lifted her ass and came down hard on my
face. Then she fell backward, letting me breathe at
last.

Even after this, her voice didn’t stop. It now sounded
like a combination of a cat purring and a child
whimpering. She was lying on the bed behind my head
while I was trying to recover, so I heard her clearly.
I also heard Marlene panting, but I didn’t see her.

After five minutes or so, I felt Candy stirring behind
me, and Marlene’s squeaky voice began speaking with a
lot of breathiness. “I’m not going to say anything
about what just happened, Candy, because sometimes
words just spoil things. But tell me when you’re
ready, and we’ll finish up with Jed.”

All was silent for a few minutes. I wanted to say
something, but I was frightened. Had Marlene really
stolen Candy from me with that huge orgasm? Would I
sound pathetic if I tried to tell her what Marlene had
whispered to me? In the end, I didn’t say anything.

“You’re ready to finish?” said Marlene. “OK, remember
what I was telling you about men and anal and what
happened when you stuck your finger inside Ned? I’m
going to give Ned a big kiss while you get between his
legs and use that same finger to push some more lube
inside him. Good.” She smothered me again with her
mouth and fingers on my nose until I was gasping.

“He’s getting excited. Do you hear? Now get a bunch of
lube on two fingers and put both of them inside as far
as they will go. Good. Now more lube. Keep pushing
lube inside until he’s silky smooth in there. Now, put
in three fingers. See how it’s not hard to get them
in. Push them back and forth. That’s it. Now faster
and faster.

“I’m going to start pumping his dick now, while you
push those fingers in and out. Maybe he will take over
and do it himself if he gets excited enough. See how
his body jumped when you put four fingers in. He’s
really getting excited now, and I’m going to give him
another kiss.”

When she put her mouth over mine and pinched my nose
this time, I tried to hold my breath as long as I
could, even though Candy’s fingers were causing
agonizing pain inside as she pushed them in and out of
me. As Marlene released me, I used all my strength and
screamed out “Help!”

But it didn’t come out a scream. It was barely above a
whisper. Candy, who has good ears, heard something.
“What was that?” she said and turned around to looked
up at me while her four fingers were making me squirm
in pain.

“I think it was Ned sighing,” said the voice of
Marlene.

“Oh,” said Candy, but I think it was more in response
to what she saw on my face as she looked at me. I was
grimacing from the horrible pain in my anus. She
didn’t stop what she was doing, but she said,
“Marlene, I think I need more lube. Do you have
another jar.”

When Marlene got up, Candy leaned over and whispered.
“Whack off as fast as you can, Jed, as soon as you get
the chance.” Then her face was gone.

“You’ve still got plenty of lube in this jar,” said
Marlene.

“Oh, I thought it was empty,” said Candy. “Sorry. I’m
going to get Jed aroused with my mouth so we can
finish, because I’m getting tired.”

“OK, but be careful not to bring him off,” said
Marlene. “We don’t want him coming until your entire
hand is inside him. It’s called fisting, and a lot of
men really get excited by it. When you get him
aroused, take your mouth away and place his hand
there, and let’s see if he’ll whack himself off. If he
isn’t ready yet, I’m going to give him another kiss.”

Candy’s talented mouth and tongue soon had me almost
forgetting the pain in my ass as the urgency began
sweeping up from between my legs. I was almost there
when she took her mouth away and said, “OK, Jed, you
take over.”

I started pumping myself as fast as I could and
Marlene saw me. “OK, Candy, now tuck your thumb behind
your fingers and push your hand all the way in.”

As she finished speaking, I yelled out and began
squirting into my mouth again. Not much semen was
left, so it wasn’t as bad as the first time. But more
important, I felt Candy’s fingers being carefully
pulled out of my ass.

“What are you doing, Candy?” asked Marlene. “You
didn’t put your whole hand in yet.”

“But he already came,” Candy said, “and I’m really
tired.”

“That’s too bad,” said Marlene, “because I wanted to
finish on a special note. But we did get a lot
accomplished, didn’t we?”

“We sure did,” said Candy. “I never imagined the
threesome would be like this, especially with anal.
But I’m really tired now. Do you mind if we wind this
up?”

“I understand,” said Marlene. “You probably have a lot
to think about. I’ll just get my stuff together and
go. We can talk next week.” Candy didn’t reply.

I was still lying on the bed feeling numb and
wondering if I would ever want to get up again when
Candy came back from showing Marlene out. She sat down
next to me and leaned over and gave me a kiss on the
cheek. I opened my eyes and saw tears streaming from
hers. Then she lifted me up slightly so she could put
her arms around me and buried her head in my shoulder
and began sobbing. I put my arms around her.

I held her as she cried herself to sleep. The pain at
my crotch kept awake for a while. As I drifted off, I
was wondering, why was I comforting her instead of the
other way around?

***

When I woke the next morning, she wasn’t there. I
couldn’t keep myself from wondering if she had left me
for Marlene until I heard some noises downstairs. Then
I smelled some good aromas through the nasty stuff
that was dried up in my nostrils. I put on a robe and
walked downstairs, wincing from the pain in my rear
with every step.

“You’re up,” she said in a perky voice, but her face
told me she had been crying. ” You were totally out
when I got up. Why don’t you take a nice hot shower,
and then I’ve got a special breakfast for you. I
guarantee it will make you feel terrific.” There was a
hint of a tear in her voice as she spoke, and she
didn’t sound convincing.

When we sat down to eat, I said, “Candy,” and she
said, “Jed, I don’t want to talk about last night now.
If you don’t mind, I’m going to try to not even think
about it for a few days. OK?”

“OK,” I said. I was trying to think of what to say to
keep her from leaving, but I was at a loss, so I was
glad for the extra days, although I was scared that
she might leave without saying anything. Maybe she was
just staying with me those few days to make sure I was
all right. I racked my brain to come up with something
to convince her not to desert me for Marlene.

We spent a quiet Sunday at home doing stuff around the
house and watching some TV, and the next few days were
typical work days, except for Wednesday, when I got a
call from Marlene.

“Is everything OK with Candy?” she asked me without
even saying hello.

“Sure,” I said.

“Well, she’s not returning my phone calls,” said
Marlene, “and I was worried.”

“No, she’s fine,” I said, “goodbye.” I didn’t offer
any more information to the bitch. I wanted to curse
her and tell her off, but I thought that’s just what
she was waiting for.

I told Candy about Marlene’s call at dinner, and she
said, “I guess we should talk tonight.”

After dinner, we went to the living room and she
poured both of us drinks. She sat on the couch, and I
sat in my favorite easy chair, and we looked at each
other for a few minutes. She looked like she was
holding back tears.

“Jed,” she said in a halting voice, “I don’t want to
think about the other night, and I don’t want to talk
about it, because I’m scared to death to hear what you
are going to say. I’m a criminal who deserves to be
punished, but of course, I want a quick execution
because it’s not as hard. I’m always taking the easy
way out.

“So tell me honestly, can you ever forgive me for what
I did to you? I have no excuses, and even though you
said that if you went along with it, it would be your
fault, too, I don’t accept that. This thing was all
about me, and I’m afraid I ruined a wonderful
marriage. I would do anything to take back Saturday
night, but I can’t, and…

“Please be quiet, Candy,” I said. “You’re not getting
out of our marriage that easy. You’re going to pay for
what you did for a long time.” I smiled at her when I
said it to show it was a joke, but she got up from the
couch and rushed over to me and sank to the floor,
reaching out to put her arms around me, sobbing wildly
into my stomach.

Through her sobs, she said, “Oh Jed, I want to pay and
pay and pay for what I did as long as you’ll let me,
but I can never pay enough.”

When I calmed her down, I said to her, “It will be
hard, but I’d like to forget the whole thing if it’s
OK with you.” At that point, I was so relieved that I
wasn’t losing her that I didn’t even care what she had
done.

She looked at me and said, “I need to tell you some
other things about this, Jed, but I’d like to postpone
that for a while and concentrate on the payback. If
you’re not hurting too much, we can go upstairs, so I
can begin my first payment right now.”

The following Tuesday, Candy said not to schedule
anything for Saturday night because we were going to
an exorcism. I didn’t ask for details.

After dinner at a nice restaurant on Saturday, Candy
told me to drive home, and when we got there, she
asked me to wait downstairs until she called me. When
I was summoned, I entered a bedroom illuminated only
by dozens of candles. Candy was dressed in a sheer
negligee that I had never seen before, but it made her
look even sexier than when she was nude.

She began to recite an incantation that she had
obviously made up herself. The gist of it was that she
was ridding the bedroom of evil spirits forever.

Then she went over to the bed and lifted up two velvet
cloths. Under each one was a bright red heart made out
of cloth, and on each heart was a large padlock that
was open, with the key stuck inside it.

“This heart is Jed,” she said, as she lifted the lock
off one of them, “and I am now locking it forever for
Candy. He is locked up for Candy, and no one else ever
gets to have him.”

“This heart is Candy,” she said as she did the same
with the other lock. “I am now locking it forever for
Jed. She is locked up for Jed, and no one else ever
gets to have her. Candy’s heart and lock go into Jed’s
underwear drawer, so he will see it every day, and
Jed’s heart and lock go into Candy’s drawer, so she
will see it every day. End of ceremony.”

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 and 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 God and 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.

“I just think we need to be around people like them,
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 thought about how we had
gotten there, and I was amazed to find myself thinking
that only a god could have figured out 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 no, 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 not ever speaking to her,
and I won’t be in the same room with her either. 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 a nearly empty Denny’s after work the
next day. I didn’t recognize her at first because she
wasn’t dressed to show off her figure like usually
was. 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
more than five minutes. Then she raised her head and
dried her tears on a napkin and looked at me for
another couple of minutes.

“What did you say to her?” she finally said. “You’re
smarter than I thought I you were. I was sure I had
won her away.”

“We’re both stupid,” I said. “I was sure you had, too.
But she’s smarter than we are. I think she figured it
out somehow.”

“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 I insisted on all the lights being 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 clinch 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, and somewhere
in my mind, I’m probably wishing for that, 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 conceited enough to think I could take it to
the physical level with some cheap tricks, and now
I’ve destroyed the best thing in my life.

“I know you hate me, but you have to admit that my
scheme actually brought the two of you closer
together. And 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, I’m begging you to ask her to let me beg her
for forgiveness. Tell her I’ll never talk to her about
sex again. Tell her that 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 on top of me, clutching me with her
hands around my neck, and 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? Why do I hate men?” Then there was more
crying.

When she stopped, I told her I had to go. She thanked
me again and again and said she wouldn’t stop hoping.
But Candy didn’t change her mind.

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 I saw Candy 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.

Then 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 months 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?” he said.

“Yes, I do, Reverend,” she replied.

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

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

“I think so,” he said.

“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, it was our duty to forgive them. You
also told us that being forgiven by us didn’t mean we
should free them. They still needed to be executed for
their crimes, and for believers in 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. I promised her I would tell you that
she would like to beg you for forgiveness. 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.

“Which reminds me. 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 more
angry when I realized what she was doing. I’m mostly
angry at myself, because I was so sucked into the
exciting sex that my mind was 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 in
pain rather than enjoying yourself, I realized in a
flash how she had manipulated us. Why do you think I
told you to bring yourself off as fast as you could
and ignored her instructions by sucking you until you
were ready to come?”

“Why?” I said.

“Because I knew she wanted me to fist you, and I no
longer wanted to do anything. I just wanted to stop
and get her to leave. My mind was reeling. But the
next morning, I awoke with complete clarity. I knew
that I still had to work out something about 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 three of us now?” I
said.

“Just because all of a sudden I’m turned on by the
idea, nothing deeper than that. 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 it’s OK,” I said, “but please don’t watch
them 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,
for no reason, she goes crazy like that and each time,
I’ve suspected it was the video. After wrestling with
it the first few times, I decided that I should stop
worrying about it and just be grateful for the
results.

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