Odd Man Out

"We'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 Jed? I'm going to kiss Jed 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 again when she lifted her mouth.

"Do you hear him?" she asked. "He's excited again. 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. Now, put in three fingers. It's not that hard to get them in, is it? Push them back and forth. That's it.

"I'm going to start pumping his dick now, while your fingers make love to his ass. He's going to take over and do it himself when he gets excited enough. OK. Time for four fingers. See how his body jumped. He's really getting excited now. 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 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 has good ears, and she must have heard something.

"What was that?" she said and turned around and looked at my face while her four fingers were making me squirm in pain.

"I think it was Jed sighing," said Marlene.

"Oh," said Candy uncertainly. She was staring at my face. I wonder what she saw there as I grimaced from the excruciating pain in my ass. 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 it was still something special, wasn't it?"

"It sure was," 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 in my ass kept me awake for a while. As I drifted off, I was wondering, why was I comforting her?

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," but she stopped me. "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 hung up without offering 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," she said hurriedly, "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 softly. "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 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 pieces of velvet cloth. 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."

She placed her heart and lock in my underwear drawer, saying, "You will see it every day." The other she placed in her own drawer, saying, "So Candy 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 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," Candy explained, seeing my skeptical expression. "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 planned 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 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 she 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 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. 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 all the lights were on. I was going to show the videos to Candy to remind her of the best orgasm she's ever had and how disgusting you looked. I was sure they would 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?" 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.

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 angrier when I realized what she was doing. I'm mostly angry at myself, because I was so 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 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.