That Damned Valentine's Day Card

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The door closed behind her, then Alyssa was guiding me back to the table. She giggled. "Just you and me again."

I nodded, still having a hard time getting my head around things.

Alyssa looked at me anxiously. "You Ok with last night?"

I came back to the present. "Surprisingly so."

"So maybe it won't be a onetime thing?"

"I think that'll be up to Sheri," I said.

She grinned from ear to ear. "God, Alex. I think you and I are going to be really good friends. I hope so."

Her smile was contagious. "Me too, beautiful."

* * *

My life was blessed. Over time, we five became the best of friends. I never got to fuck any of Sheri's girls, but they joined us in bed regularly. I got blowjobs from Joanie and Shannon, but Alyssa was always all about Sheri.

Occasionally Shannon would hook up with a guy, and we lost her for a couple of months, twice in that first year. She showed up on our doorstep afterward both times, and we'd take her to bed, reassuring her she was a fantastic woman, and she'd get it right. I don't know what the hell is with wrong with the males of the species sometimes.

Joanie was different. She just loved to be with us. The sex wasn't spectacular, not as good as with the other two, blowjobs aside. Still, she spent the night more than both the other two put together. Sheri confessed she loved waking up in Joanie's arms almost as much as she loved waking up in mine.

It was obvious that Alyssa was in love with my wife. The intensity of her attention sometimes bothered Sheri, but damn, that girl could drive my woman crazy. We left her in a quivering mess at least once every couple of weeks.

We spent more time with just the two of us in bed, then we did with our friends, but a weekend didn't pass when one of them didn't join us for a Friday or Saturday. We went out a lot, and in less than six months, with my gorgeous instructors, I wasn't a half bad dancer. I never got much rest though, dancing with all my girls. Maybe I should say Sheri's girls, but they felt a little like mine too.

Like I said. Life was good.

* * *

For the better part of a year.

He didn't make it back. He made it ten lousy months, and was lost to an IED. Sheri cried for two days. She and Joanie were together all the time, basket cases. To be honest, I wasn't a whole lot better.

The three of us attended his funeral, and we were both surprised to see that his mother and sister both knew who we were. They thanked us over and over again for what we'd done. His mother told us how happy he was, how excited he was over getting to come home. A new start, new friends, and a new lease on life. His sister made us promise to keep in touch.

The request for our presence at the reading of his will was even more surprising. We knew he was well off, and had a trust fund. We just didn't know the extent of it. He came from money. Old money. He left Sheri a substantial amount, and his life insurance, we found out, was in Joanie's name. We tried to refuse it, but his family was adamant we accept it.

"You all made him happy for the first time in years," his mother argued. "Don't belittle his last wishes."

He even left me something. His prized collection, which I knew nothing about. A 1967 Corvette 427 Stingray, black with tinted windows, a '68 Corvette 427 Convertible all original in bronze, a '97 40th Anniversary ZR-1 in Ruby Red, and a '60 Corvette Convertible in turquoise. He left me a message, that I knew how to take care of "Beautiful things."

We almost got in a fight, when I insisted that his mother and sister should each take one of his cars. They insisted they had no use for them, and we shouldn't break up the collection.

I did manage to get rid of two of them, and lost possession of the '60 to my wife, and the ZR-1 to Joanie. I was secretly please that I got to keep the '67.

I think of him, and what Sheri had done, or hadn't done, every time I drove either one. I never did ask her to tell me what they did. I never regretted my decision.

I framed that damn Valentine's Day card, and put it on the wall at the foot of my bed. It changed our lives, and not for the worse.

Sheri tells me she has a surprise for me, on her new official spoiling day. The day after Valentine's Day. February 15th. The girls have been conspiring, whispering and getting quiet whenever I'm around. They're up to no good. Or maybe a lot of good. You don't suppose...

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AnonymousAnonymous5 days ago

The fact that they broke up the dead soldier's car collection against the express wishes of his surviving family is the real proof these people have no values and the whole story is pretext to justify any and all sexual deviancy.

I've read stories that were good that were at least honest about their perversion upfront, but this story tries to convince the reader that everyone is a great person who would never cheat.

You can get the same basic story done better from the Bible: David and Bathsheba and Uriah the Hittite. Narratively the same solution is used: kill the spare male off screen in war, avoiding all the drama and confrontation and consequences the actions of the characters would likely actually build up to and fall out.

In a realistic story, people are going to jealous and breakup or even get violent to each other. The best case scenario is hearts get broken as rejections happen and relationship statuses get shuffled around.

All the characters are naïve and don't understand each other because they're not honest with each other with themselves let alone their partners.

The way to repair this story by rewriting the point where the suspension of disbelief breaks is the wife needs to realize admit much sooner she wants to stop being bound by monogamy and straight up open the relationship because she's tempted by curiosity and lust.

At that point, their entire definition of loyalty needs to be reassessed and overhauled. The version of the man presented most of the way through the story couldn't handle it. Hell he walked out on her and nearly through away his whole relationship just because she wanted a conversation. He can't handle anything.

You gave this pathetic man simple minded selfish and short-sighted fool everything in a Disney simp fantasy of "and they all lived money-ly ever after" and he deserves none of it because he never wanted a functional relationship in the first place.

You don't even understand your own character: he wants to own and control things and he becomes a cuck who owns cars but not the women. He's *not* happy at the end of the story.

You don't understand character development or even personality starting points in anyway.

The first woman needs an entirely different sort of man to make her actually happy. This one is making a whore and cheater out of her and she'll be conflicted and guilty knowing she's using him dishonestly and he's clueless. She can't respect him or herself in these circumstances.

The woman needs someone who would actually talk to her not throw freaking beer bottles through the drywall.

AnonymousAnonymous12 days ago

So, the husband gets hit by the Martian cuck, pimp, and polyamory ray and all is well. Bullshit premise, misandrist character development....makes you think the author wishes he were the husband. Degenerate and revolting.

Oldfart72Oldfart7213 days ago

Piece of shit. He should put her on the street

AnonymousAnonymous16 days ago

Do not believe a good man would accept her offer of magic pussy cheating is cheating and accepting money and cars hi wife earned on her back

AnonymousAnonymousabout 1 month ago

Sacrifices still have consequences.

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