This is part 4 and the conclusion to this story. Tom is a character that began as a stand -alone story and as it proceeded I wanted to bring it into the SF Bay Area environs and characters from the later chapters of "The Epiphanous Spouses". This is not a story of great wrongs and retribution. There is no bitch burning and from my perspective there is no judgement of right or wrong. These are people who might do what others would not or not do what others might rush into.
There were no real people harmed in the writing of this story and it is not a collection of my experiences in any way except in understanding the emotions involved. I am going to leave anonymous commenting open for now but will probably delete those comments that are not constructive and adding to any fruitful discussion.
Part 4
Mildreid was gone when I woke up at 6AM. It was another work day for me and by 7:30 I was out of the apartment and on my way to the office. I left a note on the table for Janet and Helen. Seeing Helen with Janet was a big surprise and I would have appreciated a heads up but I was sure the surprise was intended.
The earlier evening really was the first time I had ever seen Helen drink shots. Even when we were young, it was always wine or maybe a beer. Liquor was a rarity and only then as a cocktail of some sort. Worse still, if she had been sober there would have been no way either of the young men to her side would have ever touched a bare nipple not to mention running a set of fingers over her exposed pussy. There would have been at a minimum a set of reddened cheeks.
I suppose I saw it all as pretty darn funny in hindsight. Mildreid told me later that she had asked Hans and Dietrich, the barkeep, to make sure things did not get too far out of hand and that it was she that had started the shots at the insistence of the young fellows. Obviously they were looking for pussy. Mildreid was just looking to be entertained by two drunken middle aged American women who couldn't hold their liquor.
In any event, I left my two visitors to their own devices with local tourist maps and a spare key. I had a company to run. Mildreid was all business when she showed up with not so much as a hint of the prior evening festivities. These Germans were a different breed of people all together. Even Ingrid, as flirty as she is, approached her job with straight forward professionalism.
Later that afternoon I received a call from my friend David Stone. He and his team had arrived in Mannheim a couple days earlier and wanted to invite me and whatever guests I wished to bring with me to a weekend retreat outside the small town of Heddesbach. It's a rural getaway community not far from Mannheim-Heidelberg that Mildreid was familiar with from her youth. I readily agreed and let him know I'd have three guests with me. All the arrangements were made.
When I arrived home that evening, Helga had prepared a delightful meal and set the table for everybody. I asked her to join us which she graciously accepted. I should note that it is highly unusual in European customs to have any domestic hired help join at the table but I had squashed that customary view right at the start. At first she didn't know how to react to that but by the time I got a couple glasses of wine into her, she began to see the light.
"Janet, Helen, you are both looking a good bit more alert than last night."
"Why thank you, Tom. I can remember about a third of the night so if I missed something extraordinary, I'm sure you'll fill us in." Janet smiled as she spoke.
Helen just looked sheepishly around the table.
"I'm afraid I don't even remember how I got here." She said.
"And that my dear is probably a good thing." I replied.
Helga was just smiling and staying quiet. I found out later when Helga arrived, both women were still passed out, stretched naked across their respective beds. Later, they both walked out bedraggled and naked while standing in the living room looking at each other and burst out in crazy laughter.
I'm not sure how they spent their day but they apparently left around 10AM and had just arrived back before I came in from work. All of us picked up after dinner and when Helga had left, the three of us sat down in the living room
"So, Ladies, how did the two of you come to the decision to travel together?" I asked. It was a question mulling around in my mind all day.
Janet stepped right up to it.
"Well, Tom, I just didn't want to travel alone and since Helen didn't have anything planned, I asked her to travel with me here to see the sights of Europe!" She actually had a straight face when she said it.
"Besides, you have a really big place here and you know it's no trouble."
Helen just sat there, legs crossed, sipping a glass of Riesling with only a hint of a smile on her face.
I wasn't going to argue with her because truthfully I really didn't mind. It's just that when I got to the point of fucking Janet later, I didn't want to worry about my former wife listening to me do it. At that moment the door buzzer sounded and Janet bounced up announcing she would get it. OK.
"That's Mildreid. She and I are going out. I don't know when I'll be back so don't wait up." She laughed.
Mildreid just stood in the foyer smiling. She has been doing a lot of that lately.
"Before you go, you need to know that all of us are going away this weekend after work tomorrow, you too, Mildreid. We have been invited by David Stone and his team to a weekend retreat in Heddesbach, so don't get too smashed this time."
With that, they just giggled and out the door they went. That left Helen and I alone together. She got up and came over next to me and sat down.
"Tom, I hope you are not mad that I came over with Janet. She insisted really but I know I could have been firm and said no."
"Helen, I'm not mad, just surprised. How are the kids?"
We talked a while longer catching up on family matters and I then invited her for a walk through the neighborhood with me. The old city of Heidelberg is a Baroque lesson in historical architecture. Much of it had been bombed heavily in WWII including the Heidelberg Castle but the old city had been restored and rebuilt for the most part. The Castle was still pretty much a ruin but it had its charms, especially when lit up at night.
We window shopped with her on my arm for a while before we turned into a small Gastehaus cafΓ© to enjoy a WeiΓbier, a Riesling for her.
"Helen, this is what I always wanted for us after the kids left, to be able to walk around Europe, enjoy ourselves and live life as we desired."
"I know, Tom, and I blew it bad, didn't I?" She actually laughed lightly at that.
"Yeah, you did but so did I. We don't need to dwell on that. You know I don't hold any animosity toward you. Hell, we've enjoyed some good times together."
I smiled more for myself than anything else. We had gained an amicable relationship over the past couple of months, even with my absence, and I felt good about it. When I looked at Helen, I saw my soulmate since my youth even though there was a large crack running right down through the middle of that image. I didn't see innocence anymore. I saw remorse and repentance yet I didn't know how to move forward. I had just fucked Mildreid the night before and it was certain I'd sink into Janet, if not tonight, then certainly over the weekend.
The problem was that none of that was who I really am. I've told Janet this and Helen already knew. I'm a monogamous man by inclination. Being single meant I didn't have the obligations of marital monogamy and then there was the 'arrangement' Janet and I had during our long separations.
Mildreid was the fruit of that deal and I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy her immensely. Hell, if I were living under different circumstances, I could fall in love with the woman. For that matter, I probably already was or at least I was completely smitten by her. Ingrid and the English tarts were just a sexual diversion, Ingrid not even being a choice really. I didn't remember fucking her at all although she provided the absolute best blowjob I have ever received, bar none. The diversions were not in the picture.
Whatever the image, Helen was still my first picture of beauty when I thought of a woman and would always remain so. Janet was hot, sexually exciting. Mildreid was sensual and enchanting, hypnotic with her charms. As for myself, I was a fit, successful businessman pushing toward 50 who didn't want to make choices and if I did, I wouldn't know how to choose in this regard. For now, I turned to Helen, my former wife.
"Helen, let's go home."
We walked back to the apartment, her arm in mine, right past the tavern. I asked her to wait a moment while I went in and made things right with Dietrich. I gave him a 100 Euros and noticed out the corner of my eye that Mildreid and Janet were holding court with an animated German couple and three men. I didn't get her attention but as I started to turn to the door, I saw her wink in my direction with that shit eating grin on her face again.
Helen did sleep with me that night although we didn't have sex. We just lay together whispering to each other in the night. Both of us were dog tired and it felt good to just lay there without any obligations. I don't know when we drifted off to sleep but I woke alone in my bed at 6AM as usual.
Late that afternoon, the four of us, Helen, Janet, Mildreid and I, drove to the retreat estate in Heddesbach where David and his wife Marylyn greeted us warmly. In addition to the Stones, we were introduced to Kiera Wilson and Millicent Ethredge who were two of David's on-site team for their acquisition. Three other team members would be arriving later.
Millicent was a tall statuesque absolutely beautiful golden haired woman and attached at her hip was almost the opposite, Kiera, a dark haired, tattooed young lady a few years younger yet with her own magnetic beauty. Where you saw one, you saw the other most of the time. Mildreid took an immediate liking to both of them and they disappeared down the halls of this huge dwelling.
I introduced Helen to David and his wife and along with Janet, the three ladies headed off in another direction leaving David and I to converse.
"Three women, Tom?" He chuckled.
"I only started with one." I replied and winked back at him.
"Yes, I know. I've been there and done that too."
Janet had told me once that David and Marylyn had a storied past that was not only salacious but inspirational for its drama. She didn't share a lot of details and I didn't really want to ask. I did know that Pam and David had briefly been lovers but that was the extent of it. Yet, they are all close friends with Pam considered a member of their family for all respects. I resigned myself to ask David about it over drinks some evening.