Jack hurried across the street and up his driveway, trying to come to grips with the three-way he'd just experienced with Diane and Sharon. Well, not entirely a three-way. It was more of a two-on-one-way, with Diane the beneficiary of all the attention.
As he crested the hill, Jack experienced a Deja-vu moment. His ex-wife Audrey's car was parked in its former spot beside the house. There was an unexpected pang of compassion when he spotted her in the backyard, standing beside Rascal's grave.
'The Vet must've called her when he couldn't get a hold of me.' He approached her with a heavy heart, wanting to console her at the loss of their fur baby.
At the sound of his rustling footsteps she turned, folded her arms over her chest, and gave him a puzzled look. "What happened to the fence?" She looked him up and down. "Why are you half naked? Why are you carrying your underwear?"
He'd forgotten about his appearance. "Uh, it's not important."
"God, you smell like a brewery. When did you start drinking?"
'The day you left' was on the tip of his tongue, but he let it go. "So, you heard about Rascal."
"Rascal? What about him?" Then she looked at the grave again. "Oh! Sorry, I didn't know. That's too bad. I know he meant a lot to you."
'To us,' he thought, but then realized the truth did not include her. "Why are you here?"
"This is probably bad timing... but I'm suing you. I want some of our land... as alimony."
Controlling his anger through gritted teeth, Jack said, "Our land? Our land! It's not our land. It's my land. My family's land. You left! You are not family anymore."
"Well... I was family for 34 years. I'm entitled to some of it, for putting up with all your farmer bullshit. You were more interested in your trees and blueberries that you were in our marriage." Audrey calmed her voice, and said, "All I want is twenty acres on the north edge, so I can sell it. Ray and I want to move to Florida."
The mention of his ex-best friend Ray touched a raw nerve. "Fuck Ray and fuck you!"
"What's going on?" Jack and Audrey turned to see Diane and Sharon striding across the lawn.
In their haste to follow Jack, they'd put on tee shirts and nothing else. At least that was the impression he got from the bouncing breasts and 'high-beams'. A streak of embarrassment coursed through him.
Audrey looked them over, and said, "None of your damn business. Who are you?"
Diane and Sharon stopped on either side of Jack.
"We're Jack's friends," said Diane. "I live across the street. Who are you?"
Audrey examined the women's lack of apparel more closely and then at Jack's. She gave him an evil grin. "What's going on, Jack? Do they know about your... you know," she looked pointedly down at his crotch, "Your disability?"
There were no words he could think of to express his anger that wouldn't sound like a threat if repeated in a court room.
But Diane did not have a problem with expressing herself. "You must be his ex. The bitch that cheated on this wonderful man with his best friend. Jack is a fantastic lover. I know, because he's mine."
Then out of the blue, Sharon held out her phone to show Audrey a photo. "That's right. He's my lover, too. So, suck it, Bitch!"
Staring at the phone, Audrey's eyes looked like they'd pop out of her head. Jack grabbed Sharon's wrist and pulled her hand around so that he could see the picture. It was a screen capture from this afternoon's naptime. Only the nap had ended, and Jack sucked tit while Sharon ate at the wye. 'Damn that picture frame camera!'
Audrey marched toward her car, and said over her shoulder, "What happened to you Jack? I guess you'll be hearing from my lawyer."
"You happened to me Audrey! My life is fantastic now. Without you!" Although, at the moment, Jack didn't feel so fantastic. He turned on Sharon, and said, "What the hell are you doing? Keep your porn to yourself. I have a reputation to protect. I live here."
Sharon shook her head sadly. "You live here, but are you really living, Jack?" Unexpectedly, she grabbed the back of his head and pulled his lips to hers. They were open and demanding, until he pulled away. Then Sharon waved to someone behind him. Jack turned to see her husband, Lou, looking up from Diane's driveway. A new arrival to the party.
Jack stepped back, shocked by what happened. He looked at Diane, who stood by observing, wearing a sheepish grin. She shrugged, and said, "She's a good kisser, isn't she?"
As Audrey's car rolled down the driveway, Jack turned and headed into the house. "Get away from me. All of you!" Slamming the door behind him, he stood motionless pondering what happened to his quiet country life. Sleep it off, he decided was the best medicine now. Sober, he'd be better able to deal with... everything.
But sleeping in the hot bedroom proved impossible. So, Jack gathered up his camping gear and headed out to the tents at the pond where it was much cooler. After a brief, refreshing swim, he lay down to rest in the small tent and fell fast asleep.
Sometime after dark, voices startled him awake. His brain no longer fuzzy, he sat up and listened intently to the nearby conversation.
A voice he recognized as Diane's said, "I really don't think we should be here without Jack's permission."
"Don't be a party pooper. Jack's sleeping it off. He'll never know. Besides, he wouldn't ever deny you, would he?" That was Sharon's voice.
"I guess not."
A man that must be Lou, added, "I know the feeling. I can't deny either of you beauties anything." He laughed.
"And I know why, you perv," said Sharon.
"That's right, Honey. Now let's get naked and go for a swim."
Only the rustle of feet and fabric was heard for a while.
Then, "You ladies look so sexy in the moonlight."
"You don't look so bad yourself, Sweetie," said Sharon.
Jack held his breath, waiting for Diane's response. When he thought she'd remain silent, she didn't. "I feel so alive, naked in the moonlight. Free under the stars," she laughed, and added, "with a nice breeze to keep the mosquitoes away. I love living here."
Unsure of how he should feel, Jack waited until the sound of splashing indicated they'd moved away. He eased to the tent flap and peeked out. The moonlight glistened on the water and on the three bodies adrift. They splashed and laughed, knocking each other off the innertubes and raft until they tired. The night still warm, no one grabbed a towel to dry off as they approached the picnic table to rest. He couldn't help appraising each body as they approached. All fit and glowing with beads of moonlight. Jealousy spiked at Lou's familiarity with naked Diane.
Resting was not on Sharon's mind. She sat on the tabletop with her feet on the seat, legs wide apart. She spread her pussy lips with one hand, and beckoned Lou with the other, "Sit and have a taste, Sweetheart. I've been horny all day. I need some satisfaction."
"Mmm, don't mind if I do. You look delicious," he said, leaning down between her thighs.
Sharon moaned when Lou's lips contacted hers.
Jack's line of sight was limited, but the moaning proved erotic enough to make his heart race. He'd never thought of himself as a voyeur or an exhibitionist until he met Diane. Now he felt uncertain of what was right and wrong, good or bad. Lines of appropriate human intimacy blurred around these people.
