The End Pt 02

Marc should have been sitting there with a huge erection. He was flying home to his lovers after being away for 5 months. He should have been fantasizing about all the fucking they were going to do when he got home. But, of course, he was not. That was no longer home and they were no longer his lovers.

He did not know how to handle seeing them again. He was certain they would be expecting a sexual reunion that might go on for days. He knew they would not excite him and they would know something was wrong.

Carlie suggested, "Maybe you could think of me when you're with them. Maybe you could fake it. People do it all the time."

"But what if I accidentally say your name?"

"That would be the end." She paused. "Wait, you're not seriously thinking of doing that, are you? Just so they can throw you out? Don't make the break-up happen like that. At least be nice to them."

Jane and Paula picked him up at the airport. He gave them each a cursory hug, pretending the flight exhausted him. They had planned their evening: a special dinner, then to bed. Julia was with baby-sitter. They had the freedom to immerse themselves in each other and make up for lost time, and lost love.

He was quiet at dinner. They looked at each other, wondering whether they should go easy on him tonight. After all, he was back and would not be going away again. All the rest of his work on the new company would be here. It might take a while, but they thought they would all be able to renew and refresh their love. Absence does make the heart, and loins, grow fonder.

Jane and Paula had entertained each other in bed while Marc was away. They had fun and managed to find out new things about each other's' sexual appetites. They got so good at fucking each other they actually began to compete to see who had the most orgasms. There were nights they could not stop fucking. When they went to work in the morning they were still horny for each other. They never once suggested it was better without Marc than with him, but they were glad he was away and they could learn so much about each other. And they were looking forward to sharing what they learned with Marc when he returned.

He was preparing to tell them about Carlie. He knew it was not going to be easy, he just hoped it would not hurt too much. Them or him.

"While we've all been working on the project, I've spent most of my time with one of the other partners there. Her name is Carlie, and I'm going to marry her. I'm sorry." That was it. Precise and definitive. Blunt and to the point. Just like a computer program. He did not look at them.

Jane looked at Paula. "You were right," she said. Paula nodded.

"I'm sorry," he repeated. They both glared at him.

"What about us? What about all this?" Jane asked, gesturing toward the house, reminding him it was his home, a home he had made with them, a happy home.

"Oh, don't worry, I will pay child-support," He had already let go of them, and moved past them, but he owed something to Julia. He thought it was money. They were even more shocked. They were expecting love.

"So you think you can buy us off?"

"I took this job because I felt I needed to provide for you, and I will do that." He said it without emotion, as if he was fulfilling a contract.

"Marc, this is your home. You belong here; with us, with Julia." His facial expression did not change. There was no softening, no recognition, and no re-connection.

He repeated "I'm sorry," for a third time. There was nothing else he could say. All he wanted to do was leave.

Jane and Paula got up and walked out of the kitchen. He heard them climbing the stairs. Then he heard a door slam. He just sat there, stunned. Had he really just broken up with them? Was this really the end? Should he just leave now? He did not know what to do.

An hour later they came back into the room. "We don't want your money. We're doing OK. Put the money in a trust fund for Julia. We never want to see it," Paula said.

"And we never want to see you again," Jane said it as coldly as she could, even though she was seething inside. If she had a weapon she would have used it on him.

They waited for him to say something. He avoided looking at them and quietly got up and walked toward the door. They looked at each other in disbelief. Until this moment they thought their extreme harshness would wake him up, make him realize what he was losing. He turned and opened his mouth to speak, but Paula interrupted him. "If you say you're sorry one more time, I swear I'll kill you with that frying pan."

He left.

Paula and Jane sat at the table, unable to believe what had just happened. Marc, their Marc, the Marc they loved, and who, they believed, really loved them, had just walked out. Paula started to cry.

"Hurts, doesn't it?" Jane said, smiling wryly. She meant her bland comment to be funny. Paula nodded but did not smile.

"I really loved him," Paula sobbed. "I thought he loved us. I thought this was going to be happily ever after." Paula paused and looked at Jane. "You knew when he took that job that he was looking for a way out, didn't you?" she said. Jane nodded. "Well he found it. He found her."

"I honestly didn't think he would find someone. I just thought he wanted a way out," Jane said. "Well, she can have him. I still have you. You're all I ever wanted, anyway."

"Yeah, it went too far, didn't it?"

"We just wanted to fool around with him, not become his wives," Jane added.

Paula nodded. "But that's what we did. We were stupid."

Jane smiled. "And he just did us a favor."

There was a long, deep silence. "Let's get drunk," Paula said. "Then let's fuck."

"Way ahead of you," Paula said, stripping her clothes off and grabbing at Jane to kiss her.

"Booze, sex and you," Jane said, "That's all the 'happily ever after' I need."

They did not need Marc, and they did not even want him. They were rid of him, and alone with each other, just like it meant to be. And they had Julia, the only wonderful thing to come out of their ménage-a-trios. They would tell her that her Dad had died, and that he left her some money. They would pretend to be sad, and never tell her the truth.

They were complete. All they needed was each other. One night, after her third or fourth orgasm, Paula looked into Jane's eyes and asked, "Will you marry me?"

Jane smiled. "About damn time you asked," she said, grinning. She switched her vibrator all the way up to the 'earthquake' setting and shoved it deep inside Paula. Then she waited for Paula to melt into another orgasm. As Jane melted into her own, she whispered, "Yes, yes, yes! I will! I love you, Paula."