Natasha, Emily, and Me. 2
A little background
Matt and Natasha have been married twenty - five years and have two children.
They have completed college and now work elsewhere, they have nothing to do with these events.
Matt recently retired as a Line Leadman with thirty years of service. A stocky man, he still has the musculature one develops in line work.
Natasha is going through menopause, but cannot use Hormone Replacement Therapy (HRT) because of her family's medical history. She works full time as Office Manager for a major plumbing contractor.
Emily, now thirty - five is a Professor at the local college. Modern American history being her area. She was married until six years ago. The divorce was by mutual agreement; she had tenure, and her husband was offered a plum job on the east coast.
Since then she had been dating irregularly, but not meeting anyone she would want to be with long term.
~~~~~
Another morning with me standing at the window, cup in hand, looking at more snow.
"Shit. I'm beginning to hate this stuff."
About then Jack Ryan (no, not that one. This one's an ass hole.) comes blasting down the middle of the street on a snow mobile. Even through triple pane windows the damn thing is loud.
So ass hole goes screaming down the street, turns and heads back towards his place.
Just as he passes in front of my place, Webster Burns across the street steps out from behind his tree and smacks Ryan full in the face with a shovel full of snow.
Down goes Frasier! Well, Ryan. He tried to get to his feet but Web stood over him with the blade of his snow shovel against his throat. I couldn't hear what was said, but it looked like Web was saying if you come down here again this will have been the easy one.
Web backed up and let dip shit get up, who then looked like he was lipping Web. You don't want to do that. Web was a Linebacker in college, and even fifteen years later still solid muscle.
Ryan eased over to his machine and slowly, very slowly, drove up the hill to his house. Web looked over my way, saw me in the window and raised his shovel in triumph.
I raised my cup in salute.
Natasha cuddled against my back. "What's going on?"
"Ryan's getting a lesson in neighborly manners." And I told her what had happened.
"Just the snow? Or did Web include the shovel with the snow to the face?"
"Looked like just the snow."
"Pity. Em's still asleep, want to come back to bed?"
"Always ready for you."
During the twenty - five years we've been married, I've missed a lot of time with her because of work. When my phone rang (usually about an hour after the bars closed) I went to work. There's something attractive about wooden power poles to drunks.
Then there's the weather; rain, snow, lightening, wind - if it could bring lines down, it did.
So now when 'Tasha says she wants to cuddle, we cuddle.
As usual it starts out with us stripping down and getting close. I love having her half over me, one breast pushed against my chest, a leg curled over my thigh. And yes, I do get hard. Soon enough we'll get to kissing and caressing, and very soon after she'll rotate around and make love to my cock. She's never in a hurry now, just as I'm taking my time lovingly kissing and licking her pussy.
Sometime later, half an hour maybe more, we heard a light cough. Nude Emily was standing in the doorway. "You two look so good like that."
Natasha mumbled something about thinking she was asleep.
"Oh I was, but all that sexy moaning woke me up."
'Tasha rotated around. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be, the only better way to wake would have been me doing the moaning."
'Tasha waved, "Come join us, there's plenty of room on him."
And that's how I ended up with two naked women on me. I'm not complaining, just sayin'.
So of course I had to kiss Em, then over to 'Tasha, and then back again.
Soon enough I'm getting hard again, I've got two nipples drilling holes in my chest and two hands taking turns playing with my cock. "Take him." 'Tasha said, "I want to watch you making love to our husband."
Whoa, first time she did that.
Em lifted up and over my hips and reached down to guide me in, but 'Tasha's hand already had me. "Let me." she said.
Em slid down until I was all the way in then held that for a minute. She looked over at 'Tasha, "I love this moment. I can feel all of him. I don't want to move, but in a minute I will." And she began a slow rise and fall, slowly picking up the pace.
I was holding her by the hips, then rubbing her sides, caressing and then gently mauling her tits. Every so often she would lean forward and we'd kiss. Truthfully I had forgotten 'Tasha was there.
I opened my eyes to see 'Tasha running her hands over Em, even squeezing her tits when I wasn't. The real eye opener was when they kissed. Not a hard passionate kiss, but slow and careful, a first and exploratory kiss. All this while Em is riding me.
When the broke their kiss Em grabbed my chest and launched into the fastest, maddest, hardest ride we had had in the last month.
We came together, with her crashing to my chest. Still breathing hard she looked at me, then 'Tasha, "I love you. Both of you. It's not like anything I've ever experienced before."
Natasha leaned down to her, held her hand and leaned in and kissed her again. "Emily, I love you too. Just as much as I love this big stud of ours. I've never felt like this about a woman. But I do love you."
Em put her head on my chest. I felt tears.
Natasha cuddled against us, an arm draped over Emily.
~~~
I was in my shop when Em came in. "I'm going back over to my place. I have a stack of grading to do."
We looked at each other for several heart beats, I could see tears forming, and then I opened my arms to her. "Why the tears?"
"I love you, and I'm afraid this won't last. Then what will I do?"
"I'm no great philosopher. Hell, I just managed high school. But what I've learned is what we get is in proportion to what we give. Yeah I know that sounded dumb to me too. Look, if the three of us want this to work, then we'll have to put in the effort. 'Tasha and I haven't always been on the same page. What I think saved us is that we both didn't say 'divorce' at the same time. We'd be in an argument, I mean she's Irish-Russian. That's volatile! But if she pushed me to the point of me saying the 'D' word, she'd shut her anger down instantly. And the same for me.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that the three of us will have our awkward moments, we may even fight, but if we keep long term in mind we'll be okay."
"But what if we don't? Last I mean."
"Then we savor what we did have. And if we separate, let's do it on good terms so we always have the best of memories."
"And you say you aren't a philosopher."
"Hey! You're the college professor, you should be telling me this stuff."
"Hah! Not my field!"
~~~
So I wander into the house, but Natasha is on the phone in her office. I'm sure she's dealing with business. I go into the kitchen and grab a cup of coffee. (Yes, there's always a pot brewing during the day. Old work habit.) I go back to look out the front window.
The snow on the street is pretty chewed up and slushy by now. Kids are playing all over and most of the sidewalks are clear and I'm thinking I'll have to do mine too. Web across the street is just finishing his when I hear a roar coming down the street.
Fuck me! Here comes Asshole Ryan on a Quad!
Web looks up and takes a football stance - one hand down, knees bent for a quick launch, head turned and watching Ryan. Just as dip shit is even with him Webster Burns makes one of the best tackles of his career!
Web took Ryan clean off his machine and damn near into
my
yard. They both got up. Well asshole was a lot slower than Web. This time I can hear them shouting, but still too muffled to make out the words.
But again it's pretty clear; Web tells Ryan knock this shit off, Ryan cussin' at Web.
Then Ryan did something really stupid - he took a swing.
Yup, Down Goes Frasier.
By the time I got boots and coat on and grabbed my snow shovel Ryan had disappeared.
~~~
Later that afternoon I went over to Emily's place. Ruth Baxter was on her porch, checking her mail, so I gave her a wave. She'd been a widow about ten years. Her husband died in an industrial accident. Nice lady, friendly but kept mostly to herself.
Em let me in, said I had good timing as she needed a break from the papers. I finally looked around at her house. No, I mean really looked around; last time we were too concerned with getting some heat to pipes. The walls in the entry and living room were a warm light yellow and on the walls were several framed pictures. At first I thought they were photos, but lookin at the first I could see a very realistic mountain lake.
"Did you do this?"
"I did all of these."
Mountain lake, streams, forests and meadows. "Damn, these are good. What did you use?"
"These are water colors. It's much easier to work with than oils or acrylics. I'd be on a hike and stop to sketch something, then take a few pictures to insure I got it right. When I sat to do one of these I would refer to the photos, but not copy. Sometimes I'd move a rock or a tree to make the composition a little better."
I began to realize I'd only been seeing one or two aspect of Emily. Just like the crews I led. I knew my guys at work and a bit when we would get together after. But I really knew nothing about them personally. Well, I didn't know the Emily at her house. What she liked or didn't. Her music, and obviously her art.
"Come on, I'll show you my studio." And she grabbed my hand, leading me down the hall. At the back of the house was a large sun room. At one end a couch and stuffed chair with a couple tables, a floor lamp and several books.
The other end had an easel and a drafting table with a large multi drawer cabinet beside it. On the easel was a sketched beginning of something that might have been a lake. On the table she had a partially completed picture.
"Hey! That's me. And 'Tasha. Are you the uncompleted part?" She had Natasha and I side by side, arms around each other. But she would be lower and in front of me.
