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Glen Wiseman
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2003

Chapter 12

The article that Glen was reading for the December issue of the 
magazine was really good. It described the sexual options that 
existed in a marriage of two men and two women. Although the 
language was not explicit, the variety of options that were 
discussed was very exciting. He had a taste of it when the trio 
returned home and the memory of that evening was enough to get 
him hard in a flash.

He set the article aside and went into the bedroom. Wanda was in 
the shower. He removed his bathrobe and got into the bed. He 
heard the shower stop and grinned in anticipation. She entered the 
room wrapped in a towel, her hair still wet. She stopped and eyed 
Glen with a hungry look. She said, "Reading this stuff makes me 
horny. I bet it has the same effect on you."

"You bet. Now get over here before I climb out of this bed and 
ravage you where you stand."

Wanda slowly removed her towel. She dropped it on the floor and 
stated, "You have to catch me first."

Glen jumped up as she ran out of the room. The chase was on. He 
followed her into the living room. She shrieked and ran outside. He 
followed after her, noticing that she stopped before stepping into 
the cold snow. The chill December air was very cold on their 
naked skin. Wanda was freezing as she was still wet from her 
shower. Her escape outdoors was very short lived as she 
immediately ran back into the house. Glen followed her back in the 
house laughing. He threatened, "I'm going to chase you outdoors 
again. You'll have to let me catch you there or you'll freeze to 
death."

She giggled and moved like she was going to try to slip past him. 
He lunged in that direction, but she escaped in the other direction 
and ran into the bedroom. He recovered and followed her giggles. 
He caught up with her and they ended up on the bed.

Glen smiled and stated, "I'm going to have to punish you for 
running away little girl."

"Little girl? Me?"

Glen started tickling her. She thrashed around and laughed as she 
tried to escape his touch.  She finally grabbed his cock and 
threatened, "If you keep that up, I'll bite the head off next time I 
put little Glen in my mouth!"

They were soon in an embrace. Glen latched onto her breasts with 
his lips and suckled as he flicked his tongue over the nipple. His 
other hand moved over to the other breast and squeezed lightly. 
Wanda liked rough touches most of the time, unlike her sister who 
preferred it a little gentler. Wanda cried out in delight. She grabbed 
his head and pulled him up to kiss him. The kiss was long and 
passionate. His hands ran over her body throughout the kiss. His 
hand traced the valley between her buttocks. She shivered under 
his touch. When they broke, she said, "I want you to take me in the 
bottom."

Glen was surprised by the request. If he even touched Sandra there, 
she freaked and would stop everything. Wanda repeated, "Please, 
take me in the bottom."

Glen answered, "Okay. I will. Let me warm you up a little bit 
before I do that."

He moved down her body and started licking the lips of her pussy. 
She responded quickly with hips that moved under his touch. He 
ran a finger down the crack of her ass. When it reached her 
asshole, he paused just a second. Wanda tried to scoot down to get 
more pressure against her asshole. 

Glen flicked his tongue against her clit. He rubbed his finger 
around her asshole. Her legs locked around his head as she 
screamed out her orgasm. It surprised her with how suddenly it had 
come upon her.

He had to wait for her legs to relax before he could get up to get 
the lube. He kept some in the nightstand by the table. For now, he 
was held tight. He looked up at her from his position between her 
legs. Her hands were on her breasts squeezing the nipples. It 
looked so painful that Glen winced. She seemed unaware of her 
actions. He rubbed her asshole again with the result that her legs 
tightened even more. 

 He stuck his tongue in her pussy working it in and out. She slowly 
relaxed her legs and then started shifting around on the bed. He 
looked up to see what was the matter. She pulled her hand out of 
the nightstand and looked at the tube of lube. He extracted himself 
from between her legs. She spread them wide for him to have 
better access. Glen took the lube and put some on his finger.  He 
started smearing it around her asshole. She reacted immediately. 
He put more lube on his finger and slowly inserted it into her 
asshole. With his other hand, he put a liberal amount of lube on his 
cock. 

She grabbed her ankles and pulled her butt off the bed giving him 
excellent access. He pressed his cock against her. It slipped in very 
easily. He started to thrust into her very slowly. She moaned and 
he stopped. She begged, "Oh God that feels great. More, I need 
more of you in me."

Glen slowly pushed into her. She screamed and begged for more. 
He had finally entered her fully. He started to pull out and she 
tightened her muscles trying to keep him in her. He thrust into her 
slowly allowing her to get used to having him in her. She 
screamed, "Fuck me. Faster. Harder. Fuck me hard."

Glen started thrusting faster into her. She continued to beg for it 
harder and faster. He obliged until he was thrusting into her as fast 
and hard as he could. He reached down with a hand and touched 
her clit. She screamed in pleasure and her ass tightened in an 
inescapable grip. Glen couldn't move. The earlier tightness of her 
ass was more than enough to bring him off, but after she had 
tightened her muscles, it was so tight that he couldn't ejaculate. 

She finally came down from her orgasm and Glen started thrusting 
into her again. He set a fast and furious pace. The entire time, she 
was screaming, "Oh yeah. Just like that."

In minutes he was ready to come. He waited until he started 
coming before touching her clit again. This time, her orgasm 
totally overwhelmed her. Glen watched her face as it twisted and 
contorted in ecstasy. Her lips were twisted like she was snarling 
and her face was scrunched up as though in pain. Her orgasmic 
blush had spread down from her neck to almost below her breasts. 
Her nipples were so swollen and erect they seemed to have 
doubled in size. He had never seen her so excited. 

The effect of her orgasmic appearance was like an electric shock 
through his system. He was proud that he could bring that much 
pleasure to another human being. He was awed by the sheer power 
and intensity of her orgasm. It made his orgasm seem insignificant 
in comparison. Glen ran his hand across her body in the hope of 
extending her pleasure. His actions seemed to have the desire 
effect. 

He kept caressing her body for ten minutes. His cock had shrunk 
and slipped out of her ass. His come dribbled out. He slowly ran 
his hands over her breasts. He was rewarded by her deep gasp. He 
ran a hand down to her pussy. He brushed one finger over the lips 
with a light teasing touch. She screamed out another orgasm as her 
entire body shook. 

Glen was amazed at the sensitivity of her body. He ran his hands 
back up to her breasts. She continued to softly shudder under his 
touch. He wondered how long he could keep this up. He had never 
heard of this happening to a woman before. He lay down beside 
her and put an arm around her. She snuggled closer and sighed as 
her orgasms subsided. 

Glen held her gently for a long time. She was soon softly breathing 
as she fell asleep. Glen slowly extracted himself from her and went 
into the bathroom. He took a shower, but hardly noticed what he 
did as his mind was on Wanda in the other room. 

After the shower, he took a warm damp washcloth and returned to 
the bedroom. He cleaned her up the best he could without waking 
her. He then lay down and put his arm around her, quickly falling 
asleep. 

Wanda woke before Glen. She looked at him for a minute; happy 
and comfortable in having his arm around her. She turned so that 
they spooned. She moved his hand so that it cupped her breast. She 
couldn't believe how good she felt around him. She was totally 
relaxed in his presence and wanted to do anything to make him 
happy.

Glen slowly woke up. He felt a breast under his hand and could tell 
by her breathing that she was awake. He asked, "What are you 
thinking about?"

In her comfortable state, she replied, "We love you so much."

Coming from anyone other than one of the twins, her statement 
might have been presumptuous. However, he recognized that she 
was speaking for both of them. He answered, "I love you both very 
much too. I can't believe that you are in my life."

Wanda turned and looked at him. She immediately missed the 
feeling of his hand on her breast. She asked, "You love us?"

Glen looked her in the eye and said, "I love you with my whole 
heart."

Wanda, took a deep breath, and then asked, "If you had to pick 
between us, which one of use would you pick?"

Glen shook his head and answered, "Impossible. That's like having 
to pick between having the top half or the bottom half of a body. 
You take the whole package. Neither one of you would be happy 
without the other close by."

Wanda, pleased with his answer, hugged him tightly with tears 
running down her cheek. She couldn't believe how well he 
understood them. She cooed, "You have us."

Glen smiled and caressed her cheek. He leaned over and kissed her 
nose and said, "You had me from the start."

Her reaction was to push him on his back and climb on top of him. 
She started kissing him passionately. She moved down his body 
kissing him as she went. She stopped and kissed his nipples and 
gave them a little nip. Glen was always amazed by the sensation. 
He hadn't realized that his nipples were that sensitive. She spent a 
little time working on his nipples. His cock started to erect. She 
rubbed her pussy against it bringing it to full attention in seconds. 

Once he was erect, she lowered herself onto his cock. She went 
slowly and enjoyed the sensations of being filled by him. Glen felt 
like a hot warm moist glove was enveloping his cock. She slowly 
raised and lowered herself on his cock, enjoying the sensation and 
closeness. She leaned forward until she was lying on his chest.  
They stayed in the position, with Glen slowly lifting his hips 
thrusting gently into her, for at least twenty minutes.

Their coupling was interrupted by the arrival of Sandra. She had 
come in the cabin and stripped as she made her way to the 
bedroom. Glen looked over in time to see her climb into the bed 
next to him. Tears of happiness were running down her face as she 
said, "He loves us."

Wanda sat up and started moving on Glens cock. Her motions were 
not only up and down, but also in tiny circles. The sensation was 
too much for him and he started to rapidly approach an orgasm. 
Sandra reached over and started to rub her sister's clit. Wanda's 
efforts became even more energetic as she approached her climax. 
Glen grunted and said, "Oh, God! I'm coming."

He started coming. Sandra pinched Wanda's breasts and helped 
drive her over the edge. The ending, despite the pleasure to the 
body, was almost anti-climatic. It was the emotional closeness they 
were sharing that had been more important than the sexual aspect. 
Glen sighed and pulled Wanda down to hug her. Sandra cuddled 
up to the pair, embracing them both. 

Wanda slowly removed herself from his wilting cock. Her cunt 
was quickly replaced by Sandra's mouth as she cleaned him with 
her tongue. When she had finished him, she went to her sister and 
cleaned her by sucking the come from her pussy. Her actions were 
gentle, intended to clean and not to excite. 

Glen lay back enjoying being with the two of them. He found 
himself with an arm around each twin and each one with her head 
snuggled onto his chest. He asked, "So Sandra, what brought you 
over."

Sandra smiled and answered, "I was sitting in the house and all of 
a sudden this very warm feeling of being loved came over me. I 
knew that you had just told Wanda that you loved us."

Glen looked at her in disbelief and asked, "You actually felt that?"

"Oh yes."

Wanda smiled and added, "I knew she was coming over here as 
soon as you said it to me."

Glen shook his head astounded at the closeness of these two. It was 
like they were born connected in the mind. He just continued to 
hold onto them and consider how lucky he was to have them both. 
This was perhaps the least likely male fantasy to come true; to 
share two twins that actually had sex with each other. He wondered 
how he could have been so lucky to find himself in this position.

They lay there for a long time until they were interrupted by the 
arrival of Cliff and CJ. CJ looked at the threesome on the bed with 
interest. She had known they would all be naked from the trail of 
clothes they had followed to the bedroom. It was the first time she 
had really encountered the three of them together in any overt 
sexual situation. The closeness of the three touched her and she 
looked back at Cliff. Cliff was smiling and shaking his head. 

Glen looked over at them and asked, "What's up?"

Cliff looked a little nervous as he answered, "I got a call from our 
IP provider. We've gotten close to a thousand emails this 
morning."

Wanda started and looked up at him in surprise, "A thousand in 
one morning?"

CJ looked at Cliff and then stated, "Yes, a thousand threats. All but 
one or two legitimate mails were threats."

Glen looked at Cliff who looked away in embarrassment. It was 
clear from his reaction that the source of the problem was Cliff's 
editorial. Glen stated, "Let me guess. The emails basically state 
that the people involved are all sinners and that God is going to 
punish them. Everyone is going to burn in hell."

CJ nodded her head. "Exactly. It appears that they all originate 
from some group that calls itself the Last True Church of Christ."

Glen was worried. He wondered if this group was going to escalate 
the threats. He wondered how people who claimed to represent 
God could possibly act so counter to God's wishes. He stated, 
"Well, print up a representative sample of the threats and take them 
to the Sheriff. You have to let him know that there may be some 
problems. In the mean time, don't respond to them in anyway. 
There is nothing that you can say that will stop them except closing 
down the magazine."

Sandra sat up and looked at Glen. She asked, "Do you think we 
should do that?"

CJ answered for Glen. "No. You can't do that. You are helping a 
lot of people who feel isolated and alone. Your magazine is 
meeting a real need."

Cliff looked at CJ in surprise and said, "You sound like you really 
approve of our magazine."

CJ blushed and then said, "Well, let's say that after reading it I 
realized that there were some things in life that I really wanted that 
I was afraid to consider."

Glen watched the exchange and realized that there was a need for 
the two of them to have a little chat. He stated, "Why don't the two 
of you get over to the Sheriff and have a nice long talk while you 
are going there?"

Cliff nodded and said, "That's a good idea."

Cliff and CJ left the room together holding hands. It was nice to 
see them together. Glen had worried that Cliff was going to end up 
as a life long bachelor, occasionally coming over to his place to get 
a little relief when the sexual pressures got too much for him. A 
small town was a tough place to have a strange sexuality.

Glen got up after they left and suggested, "Let's make breakfast."

Sandra looked at him in surprise and stated, "It's almost noon. You 
haven't eaten breakfast yet?"

Wanda giggled, "You came over here in time to catch the end of 
round two this morning. We had a short nap in between rounds."

Sandra laughed looking at Glen and said, "Wow. You must have 
been good this morning."

Glen looked embarrassed and left the room while the twins talked. 
He went into the kitchen and realized that it was close to noon. He 
went to work frying up some bacon for bacon and eggs. While the 
bacon was cooking, he got the bread out and butter to prepare 
making the toast. He wouldn't start the toast until he was cooking 
the eggs, but now was the time to get everything together. 

The twins came in and pushed him out of the kitchen. They were 
still naked, but then covered themselves with aprons. The covered 
fronts and bare backs presented a pleasant sight. He stood, 
watching them cook; amazed that such modern women held so 
tightly to certain traditional roles. It really bothered them when he 
cooked or washed dishes when they were around.

He went over to the dining room table. He could watch them work 
from there and continued to appreciate their bodies. Identical firm 
butts, framed by the apron, grabbed his attention. They definitely 
had fine butts. He glanced at the clock and realized that he was 
going to have to get busy after breakfast. Christmas was in three 
days and he hadn't finished his presents for the trio. 

It wasn't long before breakfast was ready. The twins in their 
normal efficient fashion had buttered the toast, finished the bacon, 
and scrambled the eggs. He looked in delight at his dining 
companions as breasts tried to peek around the loose bounds of the 
aprons. Sandra asked, "What are you smiling about?"

Glen laughed and said, "Oh, I was just appreciating the beauty of 
my dining companions. I love you so much and just can't believe 
my luck in having found you."

The twins glowed in the light of his praise. They exchanged a 
glance and Sandra said, "Well, the feelings are mutual."

The group finished eating. Glen's experiences with his wife had 
made him a little more comfortable in expressing his feelings. His 
male nature would occasionally overtake him and he would find 
himself unable to say what he was thinking. He hoped the twins 
understood. It had been easy to say that he loved them. He found it 
nearly impossible to say how much he cared about them. Finally, 
he stated, "The two of you make me feel complete. There has been 
a hole in my spirit that you have touched and healed."

The twins looked at him in awe. That was the nicest thing that 
anyone had ever said to them. Their eyes misted as they looked 
across the table in adoration. Glen shifted nervously and stood up. 
He said, "I have to get to work in the woodshop. I'll be back in here 
in a couple of hours."

He left the room and quickly dressed. In less than five minutes he 
was out the door heading towards the woodshop. Entering, he took 
pleasure in the sight before him. The odor of fresh cut wood 
tantalized his nostrils. The individual machines, so cold in their 
metallic brutality and strength, were capable of producing work of 
great delicacy. There were different kinds of large saws - band 
saw, table saw, jig saw, and a miter saw. Other pieces of 
equipment included a router, planer, and several sanders. Mounted 
along the wall were his hand tools. 

He went to his current projects and looked at them. There were 
three jewelry boxes missing their lids and a gun rack waiting for its 
last coat of varnish. He sat down on the chair at his work bench 
and started on the lids for the jewelry boxes. Last night he had 
finished gluing the pieces together. Now he would sand them and 
put the first coat of varnish on them. He took a small piece of 
sandpaper and started working. Sanding calmed him. The 
repetitive motion was soothing and freed his mind to think of other 
things.

He took his time. Even though he only had three days until 
Christmas, he would be done tomorrow with the boxes. He took a 
moment occasionally to look at the various bags on the counter 
that contained the jewelry he was going to put inside the boxes 
when he had completed them. In the corner, still in their boxes 
were three guns. A small .22 caliber rifle, a .306 caliber rifle with a 
scope, and a 20 gauge shotgun. He would probably have to train 
Cliff on how to use them, but it would be nice to have a hunting 
partner next year.

Time passed quickly as he worked diligently. Before long, all of 
the boxes had been sanded. The sanding had brought out all of the 
wonderful grain of the apple wood. The gun rack had been 
smoothed with steel wool. He closed his eyes and ran his fingers 
across the surface. That was how one truly measured the quality of 
their work. Imperfections that the eye missed stood out like 
mountains under a light touch. 

He put on some gloves and opened the small container of varnish. 
The odor of the oils that comprised it assaulted his nose. He took a 
deep breath through his nose, enjoying the smell. It was the smell 
of impending completion as it marked the last major step in the 
production of furniture. He applied it with the smooth strokes that 
Fred, the manager of the wood store, had taught him. 

It didn't take long to have a nice even coat of varnish on all of the 
presents. He stepped back appreciating his work. There was 
something nice about having created something of beauty that 
would last for years. He had worked hard to make sure that his 
work could last forever, the wood was too precious to waste by 
creating junk.

He went to the other area of his workshop and grinned at the stack 
of chests. Each was painted white. Inside of each one, was a little 
paint set that the kids could use to personalize each one. Two days 
from now, he would put on an Elf costume and deliver them to the 
orphanage.  A number of organizations had come together to make 
this a good Christmas for the kids. They had arranged for the toys 
for tots collected by the marines to be put inside the chests. The 
marine in charge would come as Santa Clause. The Elks had put 
together a nice spread of cookies and punch for the kids. The choir 
from the local church had agreed to sing Christmas Carols. The 
mayor was going to read the Night before Christmas. He was 
looking forward to it.

He eased out of the workshop closing the door behind him. He 
smelled the fresh air. The time spent in the workshop with the 
varnish had dulled his sense of smell. However, he could make out 
the scent of burning wood from the fireplace. Another great smell 
that contrasted sharply and pleasantly with the crisp winter air. The 
smoky smell promised warmth against the cold. 

He entered the house through the mud room. He stomped his feet 
removing the snow from his boots. He sat down on the chair and 
removed his boots, preferring not the track the wet of melting snow 
through the house. He entered the house proper and looked around. 
The twins had decorated the tree while he had been working in the 
wood shop.

They came out from the kitchen. He looked over at them, 
appreciating the view. They were wearing his shirts. He couldn't 
believe how sexy his shirts looked on them. When he wore them, 
they looked like shirts. On them, their panties just peeked out the 
bottom along the sides. The top two buttons were unbuttoned 
giving very suggestive hints at the breasts underneath. Four hours 
ago, both had been naked, but he caught himself trying to sneak 
peeks down the open front. Even as he did it, he realized how 
ridiculous male behavior was at times. 

Glen and CJ returned from town in a quiet mood. Their meeting 
with the Sheriff had been a little rougher than they had predicted. 
The Sheriff's initial response had been concern. When he learned 
about the magazine, his tone had changed to one that was more 
hostile. The Sheriff believed strongly in family values despite the 
fact that his son was gay. There was many a night that he laid 
awake at night wondering how that had happened. Dale had said, 
"Well, they have a right to be offended by the filth that you are 
promoting."

"Filth? You have no idea what you are talking about. Cliff is 
writing a magazine for people that love each other. It is a great 
thing he has done. You might want to read an issue or two."  CJ's 
eyes had narrowed as she told her uncle off. She had continued, 
"And Cliff is a fine young man that you should be proud to know."

Dale was surprised at how much CJ defended Cliff. In fact, Cliff 
had been just as surprised. Cliff had blurted, "God, I love you."

Outside of a blush that spread over CJ and a raised eyebrow from 
Dale, no one reacted to his statement. Dale had sat there for a 
minute and then said, "Show me this magazine."

Cliff and CJ had left shortly after logging him onto the web site. CJ 
knew that Dale would do his job regardless of how felt about Cliff. 
CJ was secretly happy though; Cliff had said that he loved her. 

At the house, they joined the others around the table. The twins 
had cooked some of the trout that Glen and Cliff had caught 
earlier. The fish were served on a wonderful bed of rice with 
mixed vegetables. Glen went to take his normal place at the table, 
but Sandra stopped him. She said, "You sit at the head of the table 
and Cliff sits at the other end."

Wanda continued, "We sit on each side of you. CJ sits beside 
Cliff."

Glen stated, "That leaves us with an empty chair."

Sandra smiled, "Oh, that is for the man they find."

"Huh?"

Wanda grinned, "Can't you tell? They are in love. Cliff needs a 
man in his life to be complete and CJ needs two men."

CJ stared at Wanda and Sandra in a state of shock. She stuttered, 
"How did you know?"

"Oh, come on. It's so obvious. You love Cliff and Cliff loves you. 
Yet when you see Cliff standing next to another man, your eyes 
dart from one to the other and a secret little smile crosses your 
face."

Sandra added, "Oh yeah. You can almost see the excitement as 
kinky little ideas cross your mind."

Cliff blushed and asked, "Uh, why haven't I noticed that?"

Wanda chuckled and said, "Because when you look at her, the only 
thing she sees is you."

CJ and Cliff shared a look. They both turned to the others and 
blushed. Sandra noticed and said, "That's okay. Don't feel 
embarrassed. Tonight you can borrow Glen. Remember, though, 
he's ours!"

Glen finally asked, "Don't I have a say in the matter?"

The twins giggled and Wanda answered, "No."

By the time dinner ended, the topic of conversation had shifted to 
less embarrassing subjects. They had decided that tomorrow they 
would all go cross-country skiing along some of the trails that Glen 
had cut through the woods. Everyone agreed to come over to his 
house in the morning so that they could get an early start. He still 
needed to finish the presents in the woodshop and needed the 
afternoon for that purpose. CJ needed to work tomorrow night, so 
the morning was the best time.

After the women had finished the dishes and Glen had carried in 
wood for the fire, the group sat around drinking coffee. Everyone 
was quiet as they thought about their schedules over the next few 
days. With a suddenness that startled everyone, the twins jumped 
up and carried their cups to the kitchen. They passed through the 
living room as they went to the bedroom. A few minutes later they 
emerged fully dressed. 

Glen stood up when Sandra went over to him. She wrapped her 
arms around him and said, "Have a good night. Don't let them wear 
you out too much."

She kissed him and then stepped back. Her sister took her place. 
She kissed him passionately and said, "Show CJ what you can do, 
sweety."

The twins turned to leave the cabin. As they approached the mud 
room, Sandra turned back and said, "You two have fun with him."

Wanda just winked at the pair frozen on the couch. Glen walked to 
the door of the mud room and, as they pulled on their boots, said, 
"I love you."

"We love you," the twins answered in unison. Then they were 
gone.

Glen returned to the living room and sat down in his recliner. He 
said, "Sometimes you have to forgive them. They have this 
exuberance for life and forget that others aren't always willing to 
go along with their plans."

Cliff laughed and said, "Hey, those are my sisters you are talking 
about."

"So you know exactly what I mean."

"Yeah, I guess I do." Cliff knew that Glen wasn't going to go along 
with the suggestion of his sisters.

Glen got serious and looked at the two of them. He asked, "Did 
you find anything out about the group that's sending all the hate 
mail?"

CJ nodded and glanced at Cliff before answering, "Yes. They are a 
very serious group that is very conservative in their beliefs. They 
are led by a guy that says he is a descendant of one of the judges 
from the Salem witch trials."

Glen winced and asked, "What is his name?"

"Reverend Jonathan Corwin."

