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Odd Man Out



   By Ed Rider



   "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."

   "Yes.  She said she's been trying to find a way to get me in 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 are 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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