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Part II
A marriage changed
Cheryl had never been a high school beauty, carrying a few extra pounds back then. But by the time she got to college, she had enough of being the wallflower and decided to change her life. Using the school gym facilities, she started running and a weight regimen. Nothing fancy, but enough to see results within a few months. As the baby fat went away, a slimmer, attractive young woman emerged. She loved the attention she received from young men, even some professors.
And with attention and dates came sex. Cheryl loved sex. She was no nymphomaniac, but she certainly enjoyed it when she had it -- with some men more than others. But that was typical. Then Ross had come along. Unlike the immature boys Cheryl had been dating, Ross had been the dashing veteran who acted like a man and stole her heart.
Cheryl had enough sex partners before Ross and after to know that his cock was above average in size and girth. But while that was pleasurable in its own right, Ross had been a typical guy with an oversized dick when they met. Overconfident, and just as guys like him did, he just stuck it in and tried to drill for oil in China. While Ross's girth gave her orgasms, his deep prodding had become uncomfortable, then painful as they continued.
Still, she liked Ross a lot, so she worked with him until he was more gentle and also a better lover. She taught Ross how to go down on her properly and do different positions than just missionary and doggy. By the time they married, they had a good sex life she had looked forward to.
But with going to law school in Dallas and Ross working in Houston, their sex life suffered. Seeing each other on weekends was OK at first. That is until ExxonMobil sent him overseas on trips. Their time apart was ofter a month, or sometimes more, as after returning, Ross had to stay in Houston for another week. Before long, there was a distance between them. The personal, not just the miles apart kind.
They had argued more than a few times. Cheryl wanted him to get a job in Dallas, while Ross's plan was for her to transfer to a Houston Law School. Neither wanted to give in, so their problems continued unsolved. And while their sex was still hot when they had it, it lacked the closeness of the past. And in his frustration with her, Ross had resorted to old sexual habits -- grudge fucking her hard, and painfully so.
Attention from other students was not in short supply for Cheryl. By this point, she did look like the actress Alice Eve. Not just in her body but her facial structure. The hot girl next door type as Mark Kuhn, a classmate, called her.
"You may be Jewish, Cheryl, but you look like a Shiksha." (A term used in Jewish society denoting a non-Jewish female.)
At first, Cheryl had been irritated at Mark's comment, thinking him snobbish as some can be in any culture -- inward and downright superior thinking of outsiders. But as she got to know him, she realized most of his friends were not Jewish, so he was not as she had thought. His comment had been about her looks - the blond part. In his circle back in Long Island, NY, most Jewish women were dark-haired and fair-skinned. Mark had hit on her a few times, but she had reminded him she was married.
But as the problems with Ross continued unsolved, she learned to rely on Mark's friendship and eventually gave in to going on a date with him. She practically felt single during that time. They went to dinner, then drinks and dancing at a college bar. One thing led to another, and before long, they were kissing.
Be it the alcohol, the closeness she had been lacking, the loneliness, or Mark's comforting ways, and Cheryl let her guard down. They ended up at her flat, kissing, petting, and eventually having sex in her bed. It had not been the best she had, but she needed someone to hold her and make her feel wanted.
There had been some guilt at first. Cheryl had cried and vowed to get a hold of her life. But Ross had been obstinate on the phone when they talked, and in a fit of anger, she stopped caring about cheating on him. The second time she had sex with Mark, mersin escort there was no alcohol to cloud judgments or blame it on. And unlike the first time, there had been no date.
After a lecture they both attended, they were supposed to study at the library. But Cheryl had offered they study at her place, much to Mark's approval. Neither bothered with books as they were all over each other as soon as the door closed. This time the sex was better. Mark's cock was not as big as Ross's, but he was thick enough to make Cheryl cum. And that was good enough for her as they rutted like animals for release. They saved foreplay for other times.
That became their routine from that point on. Classes, go home, fuck, study, fuck, eat, study, fuck again. Neither was interested in anything but a sexual outlet.
When Ross was supposed to visit, Cheryl drove to Houston instead. She was surprised at the lack of guilt she felt around her part-time husband. Cheryl had done some thinking on the drive down from Dallas. Either she and Ross would repair their marriage, or they would not. She didn't see that happening anytime soon, so she would keep her affair back at Dallas and her marriage in Houston.
They had kept it civil as she and Ross went to dinner -- chatting about his trip to Africa and her classes in Dallas. Both were polite until the drive home when the conversation of one of them moving close to the other came up.
"Ross, why don't we bench this conversation for a while," she had suggested.
"Why?"
"First, I haven't seen you in a while and wanted us to have a good evening and night as husband and wife. Then..."
"Then what?" he asked coldly, looking at the road.
"I missed you. I missed us, how we were before. I just want us to have a weekend with just us and no job or law school talk. Can we do that?"
Ross had been quiet for a few seconds, then nodded reluctantly. The sex that night had been a bit less harsh but still far from their best. After he fell asleep, Cheryl had watched him sleep, wondering where they were headed. Her graduation was over a year away, and nothing would be resolved before then, so why argue?
The next day they had driven to the coast and managed to stay civil. She had gone shopping while he read a book on the hotel terrace. When Cheryl returned, Ross had been on the phone as she said, "I'm back," and ran to the bathroom. He had not heard her and kept talking. When she returned, she caught one side of the conversation.
"...no... I tried that already... no, Ben, she doesn't want to come to Houston anymore than I want to quit my job and... yeah, we're being civil, but... thanks buddy, I'll stay in touch... you say hi to Lacy for me... you guys are the best... OK... see yah when I see yah..." then he had laughed. "Bye dickhead," he had said and laughed as he hung up.
"Was that Ben?" she asked.
"Were you eavesdropping?"
"I just got home and..."
"Never mind. Do you want to go to dinner?"
"Sure, let me change," she replied.
The second night was more strained than before, but there had been no fight. Yet, one could cut the tension with a knife. They both knew where they stood, and it was not a good place. As if that was not enough, amid all the stress of their reunion, she had skipped taking her birth control pill.
As planned, Cheryl kept seeing Mark. Only she stopped having him over her place. Instead, they only had sex at his flat - careful to cover her tracks in case Ross paid her an unannounced visit. In a further concession, she drove down to Houston each weekend he was there.
Cheryl tried not to compare the two men sexually. Sex with Mark was more relaxed, but it was more intense with Ross. Still, they were different people, and her relationship with each was also distinct. But she needed both. Mark was just a fuck buddy, friend, and study partner. While Ross was still the man, she loved and hoped to have a future after law school was over. But slowly, she was beginning to realize that while she loved Ross, she was no longer in love with him.
Then Cheryl missed her period. It had to be Mark's, she thought. The last time Cheryl had sex with her husband was before her last period - what with him being away on a long trip again. Ross had returned right before her scheduled period, but she missed it after he was gone again. Testing herself three times, Cheryl then went to her OBGYN for confirmation. And she was still pregnant.
The conversation about her pregnancy did not go well with Mark. She had told him she was on the pill when they first hooked up, and he berated her for "fucking up."
"Cheryl, look at us. We are both up to our ass in studying to get through law school. Next year will be our most demanding. Do you think that you can do it pregnant and with a child near the end when we will be pulling our hair to finish?"
Cheryl knew that Mark was correct, but she wanted someone to reassure her and be there mersin escort bayan for her. Mark was speaking logic. But her mind was on a child growing inside her and what to do about it.
She had never been on either side of the abortion debate as she thought herself too careful to be in that situation. And yet, here she was. Even if she had been cold and willing to pass the child as Ross's to him, she knew that was impossible. Both she and Ross were blond and blue-eyed. On the other hand, Mark had dark-brown eyes and jet black hair. As such, Cheryl was certain that passing Mark's child as Ross's would not go over well.
At this low point in her life and stressed out, Cheryl took a road trip to clear her head. Somewhere along the way, pains shot through her abdomen, and she pulled to the side of the road. A Texas Ranger found her and called for an ambulance on his way to work.
Unfortunately, the doctor at the hospital did not do his job right, and Cheryl developed an infection. The next doctor tried to clean up the mess of the first, but it was too late for Cheryl's reproductive system. By the time she left the hospital, she could no longer have children.
In Cheryl's mind, no matter how much trouble they had between them, Ross deserved to have a woman who could give him kids. Not only that, but Cheryl felt responsible for the entire mess and could not face Ross. So they went their separate ways, and she focused on finishing law school.
The hospital offered Cheryl a one-time settlement of one million dollars, but her law professor mentor represented her and got them to raise it to 2.9 million before she signed. She offered Ross half of the amount through their lawyers, but Ross refused it. Cheryl was not surprised. She thus donated his portion to a charity for children of fallen veterans. Then Cheryl used the rest to pay off her tuition to the law school, buy a car, and general expenses. In time, she no longer had any contact with Ross.
Her relationship with Mark was never the same after. They saw each other in lectures and were civil, but the damage had been done. For a time, Cheryl did not date or even seek sexual contact with anyone. But eventually, her body's needs won over her past man issues. Yet other than a few hookups with other students, she had no steady boyfriend or many repeat men in her bed. No one had impressed her that much. And more so, Cheryl was focusing on graduating and planing her career.
Not wanting to stay in Texas and all the memories of marriage failure, Cheryl took an offer to work for the New York City District Attorney's office. As soon as graduation was over, she rented a small apartment in Brooklyn and focused on passing her New York State bar exam. She hardly had time to date in her early days in New York as time after passing the bar was spent on legal case preparation or in the courthouse as an assistant to a veteran ADA.
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"Where's your bathroom?" Cheryl asked, placing her half-filled drink on the table.
"Come, I'll show you," Lacy said and pulled her friend's hand. "Keep going down the hallway to the last door on the right."
Ben was looking at the two women leave when his wife turned to him and waved him to her.
"Be a dear and get another bottle of wine ready when we come back. OK?"
"Sure thing," he smiled back as she leaned in to kiss him.
"I love you," Lacy said and kissed him again. "I love you so much."
"I love you too, babe," he responded, kissing her again.
But Lacy broke off, giggled, and ran after Cheryl. The bathroom door was closed, but Lacy knocked and opened it.
"Oh! It's you," Cheryl said, abandoning her feeble attempt at modesty as she sat on the toilet with her skirt hiked to her waist -- blue panties by her knees.
"Yes, it is me," Lacy said as she gave herself a once over on the mirror. "But I bet you wished it was Ben, right?"
Cheryl's mouth stayed open as she froze in place. When Lacy stared at her with a challenging look, Cheryl averted her gaze, focusing on wiping and pulling her panties up.
"I'll take those," Lacy blurted out.
"Excuse me?"
"You won't need them," Lacy replied, holding her hand out with a mischievous smile.
"Lacy, I'm... a bit confused."
"Oh, come on, Cheryl," Lacy replied, still holding out her hand. "You have always had the hots for Ben and he for you. This can be the opportunity of a lifetime."
Chery was stunned but did not deny it. She had always had a crush on her ex-husband's best friend. And she knew that Ben found her attractive, but they had never crossed the line.
"I don't know," she replied to Lacy with hesitation. "Are you sure?"
Lacy moved closer and took the blue panties from her friend's hands. They gazed at each other for a few seconds. Cheryl wanting it to happen but confused if they should. Lacy determined to make her husband's hall pass come true that evening.
"I'll make this quick. Cheryl, I escort mersin know you want him, and he wants you. I'm not stupid. You two used to circle each other like cats back in the day. I'm surprised you never got together behind mine and Ross's back."
"Lacy, I was wrong in what I did to Ross, but I would never do that to you and Ben."
"Nice to know," Lacy replied. "Because I wanted to fuck your ex-husband's brains out and didn't for the same reasons.
"So why now?" Cheryl asked, pulling her skirt down sans panties.
Lacy placed the blue lace panties on the counter and stared at Cheryl from the mirror.
"Knowing he can't produce children has about killed Ben inside. Up until you showed up, he was a shell of himself -- hurting and withdrawn. Tonight, I saw a side of him I had not seen in months. Maybe a year."
"But..." Cheryl muttered, "this is big, Lacy. Once we do this, how do we undo it?"
"We don't have to undo anything. Ben needs a morale boost, and you are going to give it to him. It's not like you don't want to."
"I won't lie, Lacy. I would love to rock his world. Or him rock mine," Cheryl said, pulling Lacy around, so they were eye to eye. "Have you thought this through?"
Lacy nodded.
"Thought it and talked about it. You are the only woman I would ever let Ben be with. And I want you to help him get on his feet again. Do you understand?"
"Will you be there?" Lacy replied, shaking her head in disbelief. "I can't believe we are talking about this."
"Every man would like a threesome, Cheryl. I want to make this worth his while. But I can just go to bed early, leaving you two for the night."
"I can't believe I'm agreeing to this," Cheryl laughed nervously. "But I think together may be better. I would be thinking of you left out if I was alone with him. As if I was cheating on you... I can't go through that again, Lacy."
"Good, I understand," Lacy said, reaching under her skirt to pull her panties off as well.
When the two women went out, they left a blue and burgundy set of panties next to each other on the counter.
***
"Just how much time does it take for two women to pee?" Ben asked with a smirk as he offered the women glasses of white wine.
"You are asking things no mortal man should be allowed to know, Ben Mathews," Cheryl replied, molding her body on one side of Lacy's husband -- while his wife did the same on the other.
"Come with me, you two," Lacy said, leading the way.
Caught up in her happy mood, Cheryl and Ben followed the smiling Lacy, who stood under the mistletoe.
"It's not midnight yet," Cheryl feigned indignation.
"It's midnight somewhere," Ben replied and seized his wife, planting a kiss on her welcoming lips.
'Smart man,' Cheryl thought. 'Your wife first. I can wait. I've waited years for this.'
Cheryl watched her two friends kissing as the three of them hugged. She could feel Ben's arm was around her waist as well as Lacy's from the other side. It had been so long since she had had physical contact with someone she felt close to. Wanting to stay unattached, all her sexual dalliances since the divorce had been purely sexual and brief. There was a warmth this couple exuded that comforted Cheryl.
Much to her surprise, when her married friends stopped kissing, it was Lacy that offered to kiss her first. Cheryl had not kissed a woman in adulthood. One girl in her senior year had kissed her briefly, but nothing had come of it. Yet as Lacy's luscious lips made contact with her's, Cheryl felt an arousal she had not expected.
'Wow!' Ben exclaimed inwardly.
His cock was bursting in his jeans. He could not believe his luck. It had been some time since his wife, and he had their hall pass pact, and he had lost hope of it ever happening. In the last few months, he had even begun to wonder if it had happened at all.
Then out of the blue, Cheryl had called to say she was moving to Cleveland and wanted to visit them. Not that his love or attraction for Lacy had waned, but the last year had been daunting to them sexually. Instead of having sex for fun, they seemed to have sex to get her pregnant. Even after they received the bad news of his infertility, Ben and Lacy continued to try to get pregnant.
Having read that, sometimes the stress was the cause, they continued trying with hopes of success. But as the months passed with no pregnancy, they lost hope. And along with that came a mundaneness to their sex. Sometimes, Ben fantasized about having sex with Cheryl to get himself more aroused. But that Christmas Eve was no fantasy. Cheryl, his dream hall pass women, was here. In their home. In his arms. And she was kissing lacy with enthusiasm he had not expected to see.
Cheryl pulled back, shocked at what had transpired, and looked at both Lacy and Ben in turn. Then she kissed Lacy once more, touching their tongues before pulling away. Aroused, Cheryl tried to catch her breath.
"It's Ben's turn," Lacy said, nodding her head toward her husband as her eyes stared at Cheryl's.
There was a second that seemed to last a lifetime for all of them. It was that moment before and then that after. As the women stared at each other, Cheryl knew she had Lacy's final approval and gave in to the moment.