The Contract Ch 05 1

This is my fifth installment on my first submission. This chapter is from the point of view of Paul Beckson again. I would like to thank Redwing2655, LKHooker, and MarionRed for their editing help. I hope you enjoy.

***** Saturday 5:20PM , 10/21/2006, 8 hours prior to the end of chapter 04 *****

It was signed and done! I, Paul Beckson, was longer married to Tonya! I was free! I had walked away with 65% of the assets of the marriage, a little farm and a bonus check for $83,458.92 that wasn't even included in the agreement!

I was more than happy with my lawyer Carol Bernstein. She'd figured out that Tonya's lawyer was doing something screwy, and that she might have squirreled away some money that was at most one tenth of the bonus check. Carol could have gone after that money, but would've had to include the bonus check in the settlement. I knew Carol was good, but never thought she'd get a 90/10 split on the bonus check.

It also came out that Tonya had been planning the divorce for a while. According to Carol, she had secretly put aside little amounts of money for the last two years to pay her lawyer. She'd started to divorce me two years ago. This bonus check was the first I'd ever received as a commission for landing an account. If she'd divorced me two years ago, she'd have no claim to it. I felt the money was completely mine.

I also felt right about getting an annulment. This meant that I was not at fault. The basis for the annulment was that my wife refused to bear children, my main beef with our marriage. I had outlined to Tonya, in very plain terms, that she could (1) have a career as a dancer, then (2) have children, and (3) become a school teacher. Tonya had skipped part about having children.

My lawyer Carol, my two friends Mary, Sherri, and I had a great time celebrating at dinner. It was supposed to be a divorce strategy dinner, but it ended up being an annulment celebration. Sherri felt bad about causing the fight in the parking lot and insisted on paying for the meal. Carol and I could not tell her that Morton Packaging was not mad at me at all. In fact, Richard laughed through the "termination", knowing how much of a farce it was. I'd be back at work again in about 5 months, after getting my life back on track.

After dinner, I found out that I was going to switch rides. Carol had driven me to this dinner, but Sherri and Mary were going to take me back to my hotel. Carol had a concert to get to, with a one hour drive to get to the town it was in. I was going back to my hotel room in the big white van I'd seen in the at Morton Packaging parking lot from time to time, but not every day.

As we approached the van, I became more curious about it. "Mary, I thought you drove a Jetta."

"I do, this isn't mine. The van belongs to Sherri's sister. We swapped vehicles for while."

Sherri opened the door and clicked the unlock button. Mary was shotgun, I was in the back. When I opened the sliding door, I saw that only one of the bench seats in the rear was still in place. There must have been 8 feet of empty space behind the bench. "What's the story on the van? Are you moving somewhere?"

"Paul, we could help you move your things tomorrow if you like, but that's not why my sister owns the van. She's a freelance jeweler and sells her stuff at art fairs. She uses the rear of the van to haul her booth to shows, but art fairs are seasonal. Right now, she's on a road trip to restock consignment stores. We swapped cars so she could save on gas."

Whoa! Sherri's sister was in the arts and crafts business! I was now very interested in Sherri's sister. She knew the ropes. I had never thought about how cyclical the business might be. I was going to start taking classes in fusing glass in two weeks. Now I was starting to figure out why it was being offered at this time. This was the down time for the artists, and courses like the ones I was taking would allow new skills to be developed for the next season. I had aspirations of developing an independent business with Beckson Glassworks. Now, Mary and Sherri may have a contact that I needed. I could work on my craft for the next five months, and then start to develop the business while working at Morton.

I didn't trust Mary and Sherri completely, but, at this point, I needed them as contacts. They were a tie to Morton and a potential business consultant. They wanted me to sell them my sperm and give up parental rights to any children I might sire. But, I didn't want to start their family, I wanted to start mine. I needed stay on friendly terms with them and string them along about using me as a sperm donor. The idea of using them to move some of my stuff started to appeal to me.

"Sherri, I have made arrangement with the Kendo team to help me move things out of the garage on Monday. But, I could use your help to move the more fragile things, like my craft stuff. I have a lot of glass to be moved, and I think you two would be a lot more careful than the Kendo team."

Sherri nodded as she drove. Mary turned around to face me. "Sounds good to us, it seems like the van is going to help you. You weren't very talkative at dinner. You haven't talked about how you're day went. I went through a divorce a year ago. Do you need a sympathetic ear?"

I shook my head. "Actually I am actually having a good day today. I worked out with my Kendo team this morning, and convinced them to help me move my stuff tomorrow. I also signed up for new classes at the Dojo. This afternoon I went out to the farm I inherited. The people building my workshop had started drilling holes in the ground and filling them with metal rods and concrete. I am almost out of my marriage, and had a great dinner with you two."

"What do you mean almost out, Paul? It's over!"

"Not until I sign over the house, and she gives me the balance of the funds. Then, and only then, will it be over."

"You're still hanging on a bit, aren't you? You're talking about what you did, but not how you felt about what's happening to you."

Mary turned back, "If you're not ready to talk about how you feel. I understand. Paul. I've been through it. But, it's going to hit you in a couple of days. When you're ready to talk, give me a call. I know we did a sneaky thing with the STD test, but I want you to know we wanted you to have hard evidence in your hands, not just my word that Tonya and Ben were doing the big deed behind your back."

Sherri chimed in, "Oh, that's right! We have your test results with us!"

"I don't think I need them anymore, Sherri."

"That's OK, I want to give them to you, anyway, plus we have a gift for you, too!"

We pulled into the parking lot of the hotel and I got out. Mary went to the back of the van and retrieved an overnight case with a bow on it. We both walked around to the driver's side of the van, where Sherri was gingerly stepping out.

We started walking up, and Sherri lagged behind a bit.

I turned around, "Sherri, are you OK?"

"I'm in a little pain, but I'm OK. I'll be better when we get inside."

We went straight to my suite. I was a little worried about Sherri, but Mary insisted that she knew about Sherri's condition, and that she was OK. They had me sit on the couch so that they could give me my present. Mary opened the overnight and produced some papers, and handed them to me.

"First, for the little stuff. Paul, here are your test results, and yes, you have Chlamydia."

I looked at the test results, and noticed that they were a lot more forms. I turned to another test result, which was completely clear of all STDs, It was Sherri's. "Wait, why do I have Sherri's results?"

"Paul, you'll find mine in there too. We are both clean. AND......."

Both Sherri and Mary turned around and dropped their pants. I was now seeing two glorious bottoms with thongs on. Each woman pointed to a small round band aid on their left butt cheek.

"WE are both on medication to prevent us from getting Chlamydia!"

Mary stepped out of her pants, and went to the overnight. She pulled out some small boxes.

"Paul, these are two doses of RU486, the morning after pill. We are giving you a gift of us tonight. We are going to be your love slaves all night. You can look at the packaging, and we will take this pill in front of you. We will not get pregnant tonight and are willing to give ourselves to you, to make up for getting you fired. Please Paul, it's the least that we can do."

"I can't do that, I mean, what about Sherri, she is in pain! How can I do this with Sherri in this condition?"

Sherri carefully finished pulling her pants off, and proceeded to unbutton her blouse. She smiled as she removed her blouse, and undid the center clasp on her bra. I stared as Sherri's breasts, those tantalizing breasts, poured out of her bra in all their glory. Sherri winced as the breasts jiggled. I couldn't tear my eyes from those glorious orbs as she slowly approached me.

"Paul, I really want to have a baby. Before Mary and I had sex, she would pretend that she was my child, and would nurse on my breasts. I don't know how it happened, but I started to lactate."

As Sherri approached me, I could see milky drops starting to form on each nipple. I started to salivate. These are breasts that I had lusted after, bigger now than ever before. They were completely engorged!

"Please Paul. I'm so full I'm in pain. My breasts are aching to be drained. If you don't want to help, or if it's a turn off for you, I'll understand. I'll go into the bathroom and express myself, but I wanted you to have an opportunity to do it for me to take away the pain! Please suck on my breasts and ease my suffering!"

She walked up to me and put a nipple an inch from my open mouth. My mind was not thinking about anything but latching on to that nipple. I didn't say a word. I just leaned forward and started to lick the drops dripping from her proffered breasts. I reached up and ran my hand over the other breast. The mere touch and the licking turned the dripping into a stream. Milk covered my hand as I started to suck. My hand was pulled away from her other breast as Mary's lips latched onto the other nipple. We both drank Sherri's nectar as Sherri's hands came up to caress our heads. Sherri started cooing and singing a lullaby.

I knew that Sherri wanted to start a family, but never knew this could happen to a woman. Sherri probably wanted a child more than I did, so I knew that I would have to watch both of them take the morning after pill. For now, though, I wanted to live in the moment, with Sherri's nipple in my mouth. I fondled her breast and found hard lumps in places. When I pressed my fingers on the lumps, the pocket of milk would clear and the lump would soften. I continued until every lump had been cleared. Once I was satisfied that Sherri pain had ended. I pulled back.

"OK, now I know what human breast milk tastes like, and figured out that I don't have a breast feeding fetish. I accept your offer to be my love slaves for tonight. You two can get rid of the rest of the milk any way you want, but I want to see you take the pills!"

I was a little curious about Mary nursing on Sherri's breasts. "Mary, do you really enjoy Sherri's milk?"

"It is honey from my honey. Of course I do!"

I shook my head. I didn't want to be treated like a child. I understood that Sherri wanted to feel like a mother, but I didn't understand why Mary wanted to feel like a child. Maybe Mary had something in her past.

Mary continued to drain Sherri as I read the packaging. The instructions were exactly as Mary had stated. I also found a Viagra pill. I looked at the lab results, and everything checked out. We were consenting adults, protected from pregnancy, with an STD to be controlled with medication. I needed to figure out what I wanted to do. While I waited for Mary to drain Sherri's breasts, I played with her rear. She spread her legs to give me access as she completed her task. Reaching between her legs, my hand was lightly slapped by Sherri."

"Paul, this is not sexual to Mary, this is bonding and an assurance of safety. Stroke her as you would a child. She'll be very primal after this. You'll be rewarded soon."

So, there it was. Mary had baggage she had to overcome. If this went too wild, Mary would shut down, and I didn't want that. I could demand things, but it would get ugly. I needed to keep this in a "safe" zone.

We took our pills, and then I laid out my plan for the night.

"I have never had a three way, nor have I ever seen how a woman makes love to another woman. I also know that I can probably have no more orgasms tonight than the fingers on one hand. Sherri, I know you were approached by Mary's ex and my guess is that you've have had many three ways."

They both nodded, so I went on.

"The main thing I know is that Sherri stole Mary's heart from her ex in one night. You must know an incredible amount about making love to a woman. I want your knowledge and want to practice in using it. I want you to show me every nuance of what you've learned about pleasing each other. What turns you on, as well as what you with the women you've been with. Show me, from a woman's point of view, what intimacy is all about."

We went off to the shower and Sherri took the lead. She used her knowledge to give me a very explicit anatomy lesson on women. She spent time talking about eighteen different erogenous zones that she enjoyed playing with, and the different touches that she would use on each.

Slowly, they showed me how they wanted their body touched, and what signs to look for. It changed how I stroked their flesh to maximize their sensations. I was not feeling their body for my own pleasure, but using my touch to heighten theirs. My body mingled with theirs, as I learned what to seek to bring their bodies to the edge of rapture, over and over again.

We had turned sex into a journey, not a goal. I found out that intimacy for a woman had little to do with the orgasm. The object was to express your love and embrace the love you received. I learned about how each reacted to the same touch and how to alter my touch to maximize their pleasure. I learned to recognize the change in the odor of their sweat as excitement drove their bodies to a state of lust. It was not about thrusting as deep as I could, but feeling the places of pleasure within their bodies, and thrusting to the right depth.

Sherri was easier to please; she was open and free of inhibitions. Mary was closed, and needed time and trust to respond. I found out how to work with each of them, and to recognize what each had to offer.

I'd dated Tonya for two years, and been married for eight, but in seven hours of slow lovemaking, I ended up knowing both Mary's and Sherri's body better than Tonya's.

Each of us would take breaks, clean up, and rejoin the action. It all took place in a slow relaxed pace, never racing to the finish, until the very end. I fell asleep exhausted. I slept peacefully.

***** Sunday 7:15AM, 10/22/2006 *****

The three of us were still in bed when I woke up. I rolled over and saw Mary again nursing on Sherri's breast. Sherri smiled at me, put one finger up to her lips and give the "shhh" sign. She then motioned me to get out of bed and come around and look. I got out of bed and silently walked around. Mary had her eyes closed. She was still asleep with her mouth wrapped around Sherri's nipple. Mary was sleep nursing!

Sherri smiled, and whispered to me. "Isn't she cute. She's almost done."

I stroked Sherri's bottom, and gave her a kiss on the shoulder, "Any chance for some morning nookie?" I said in a whisper.

"Sure, we're still yours to play with. Let me finish feeding her, and we'll go and play on the couch."

I went into the bathroom, and then to the couch. In a few minutes Sherri went to the bathroom, and then joined me on the couch. We had to keep quiet and mostly cuddled and did some oral. After we had been going at it for about a half an hour, Mary sauntered by as if nothing unusual was happening and went to the bathroom to answer nature's call.

She came back, and stood in front of us, and yawned. "You wouldn't believe the amazing dreams that I have been having lately!"

Sherri and I just looked at each other and started laughing.

Mary looked at the two of us, "What!"

Sherri giggled some more, "Come here baby, I'll tell you later."

We had two more hours of fun.

The overnight Mary had brought also contained fresh underwear and blouses for both women. We showered, dressed, and had breakfast at the hotel breakfast bar. I called Tonya and asked if we could pick up some things in the garage. She said it was OK.

We didn't go into the house; but pulled into the driveway and went to the detached garage. Tonya opened the back door and waved, but never came out. I waved back and unlocked the side door of the garage. I went in and opened the main garage door from the inside. I noticed a few things that Tonya had put in the garage. I picked one up, a lamp, and started for the house.

Tonya made no effort to come out of the house, but said "You didn't take any lamps, Paul. I thought you might want some."

I looked down at the lamp. "OK. I'll take the lamps. But I want to know... my lawyer said that you started a separate savings account at another bank. Is this true?"

"Paul, I never wanted to hurt you. I didn't think you would find out."

"Tonya, you're sorry because I found out, and not because you had an affair. Since you didn't answer my question, I'll assume that you did have a secret bank account."

"Paul...."

"It's OK Tonya, my lawyer figured it out, and it was an acceptable loss. It would have taken a lot of time to document what you did. That would have cost a lot of money to figure out. I'm just glad it will be over soon."

"Paul, did the last eight years mean so little to you?"

"Tonya, I'm just tired of fighting with you, I just want it to end."

I turned around and put the lamp in the van. I went back to the garage and picked up a box of assorted glass frits. When I came out of the garage, the back door to the house was closed and Tonya was gone. Mary, Sherri, and I didn't say much. We carefully loaded up the glass, most of the tools, two small kilns and left.

We drove out of town, and down Brown River Road. The property I inherited was ten acres that bordered the Brown River, 8 acres of the Brown River floodplain, and 2 acres of a small flat topped hill about 30 feet above the floodplain. The floodplain had about 15 feet of water in it on the worst recorded flood, so I felt very safe on top of the hill. We unloaded the stuff into the shipping container.

Mary asked if she could use the bathroom, so I let her into the trailer. After going into the trailer, Mary decided that she could hold it until we went back for a second load. I showed Mary and Sherri the 24 holes in the ground, spaced 10 feet apart on a 4 x 6 grid, filled with concrete and metal rods. My workshop was starting to take shape.

We left and stopped at a gas station on the way back. I put $40 in the tank while Mary and Sherri used the restroom at the station. Mary came back to the van with a can of insecticide and told me that she liked being alone in the bathroom.

We did a second trip to my old home to get more stuff out of the garage. This time we never saw Tonya, just a pitcher of iced tea, an iced tea maker, and a set of six plastic tumblers. There was a note, "I thought you might want these too. Tonya." I knew she was trying to make a peace offering, but I was not about to go up to the door and knock.

We ran the second load to the Farm. I wanted to go to each of them and use the knowledge I had gained to thank them for helping me. When Sherri placed the final box down, I embraced her.

"Thank you for helping me move, Sherri."