Dear Readers,
I considered doing a follow-up series to 'Best Spring Ever,' but decided against it in order to work on some other ideas. That left me with the feeling that the story was incomplete. I needed more closure on it and opted to write this epilogue. If you didn't read the rest of the series, this will make little or no sense to you.
It isn't like the rest of the story. Sex has a much less significant role here. It's about the people. Specifically, Hilda and Dennis, and what happened to them.
Thank you for reading my stories. I do enjoy your comments. Even the 'go hang yourself' ones.
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Best Spring Ever - Epilogue
Richard had spent a long hard day at the office and was glad to finally be home. He came in the front door and put his briefcase on the table, then walked into the kitchen. His wife, Hilda, was on her knees sucking her teenage lover, as he leaned back against the kitchen counter, enjoying it.
"Hi Richard," Dennis said.
"Hey, Dennis. Hi, Honey," Richard replied, smiling.
She pulled off and turned to her husband. "How was your day, Sweetheart?"
"Shitty. How was yours?"
"Mine was good. The girls and I went shopping, and after we got back, Dennis dropped by. Let me finish and I'll come and take care of you," she said, turning back to Dennis.
"Are the girls home?" Richard asked.
"They're in Lina's room," Dennis replied.
"Lina, Gretchen," their father called.
Both girls walked into the kitchen a moment later. "Hi Daddy," Lina said, as she walked over and gave him a kiss. Gretchen kissed him too.
"You taste like pussy, Gretchen," her father told her.
"I was eating Lina."
"The women in this household are insatiable. Can one of you girls help your dear old father out with this hard on?"
Gretchen knelt quickly and pulled down his pants. She had him in her mouth immediately. Lina knelt beside her, but Gretchen playfully nudged her away with her shoulder.
"Mom, Gretchen won't share Dad's cock with me," Lina complained.
"Gretchen, share with your sister," her mother replied.
Lina and Gretchen shared sucking their father. Dennis came in Hilda's mouth a few minutes later. After wiping her mouth then having a drink of water, she walked to her husband. Hilda leaned forward to kiss him, smiling.
"After you brush, honey," he said, making a disgusting face.
"Oh, sorry. I wasn't thinking," she replied, seriously, and left the room. Richard rewarded his daughters with a creamy mouthful a few minutes later, just as Hilda returned to the room. "All brushed," she said, and bent down then kissed her husband.
"Babe, you know I enjoy watching you and Dennis but the idea of sharing his cum nauseates me."
"I know, honey. I'm sorry. It was thoughtless."
"Daddy, you don't mind tasting yours," Lina said.
"That's different. I'm just not into guys."
"Dad, you should try it. Dennis doesn't taste like vitamins like you do," Gretchen added.
Richard looked at Hilda. "Do I taste bad?"
"Not bad, honey. You taste like vitamins. Yours is probably healthier," his wife replied.
"When you drink gin, you can taste that too," Lina said.
"Any other issues with my cum?" he asked, sarcastically.
Sensing the developing tension in the room, Dennis spoke. "Folks, I'm going to head out," he said, as he quickly left the kitchen and out the front door.
"Richard, is there something on your mind?" Hilda asked.
"I'm sorry, it's just been a tough day," he replied.
"Dinner is in the oven. How about after dinner I give you a nice massage and some lovin'?" his wife asked.
"Or we could all three massage and love on you," Lina offered.
"Will Dennis be here?" Richard asked.
"No, honey. He's never here on weeknights between seven and ten. Your rule, remember?"
"Yeah, I forgot," he said, dejectedly.
"Honey, something's wrong. Talk to me, please?"
"After dinner, okay?"
"Okay. Can I fix you a drink before dinner?"
"Gin and tonic." Richard hesitated. "Scratch that. Is there anything I can drink that doesn't fuck up my cum?"
Lina looked at her father, teared, then left the room. Gretchen followed her.
"Richard, she didn't mean it like that," Hilda said.
"Yeah, well fuck the vitamins too!" Richard snapped, then left the room.
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Dinner was unusually quiet, and after finishing the meal, Richard walked out the front door and left without saying a word.
"Mom, is Dad upset about something?" Gretchen asked.
"There's something going on. I'll talk to him when he gets home."
"Did you guys have a fight?" Lina asked.
"No. The only thing I can think of is the comments about the taste of his cum and my thoughtless attempt to kiss him. Give us some space when he comes back. We'll clear it up."
Richard returned home just before ten. The girls were in their rooms and Hilda was lying in bed reading. He showered and joined her in bed but hadn't said a word.
"Richard, talk to me please."
"Hilda, I'm really tired."
He turned and gave her a peck on the cheek then turned his back to her to sleep. Hilda put her book on the table and turned off the light. She laid there quietly for several minutes before Richard sat up on the side of the bed. She turned to him and put her hand lovingly on his back.
"The only time I can get a hard on is when I'm watching you fuck or suck Dennis."
"When did that start?"
"I realized it about two weeks ago, but it's been going on for about a month now."
"Are you sure that's it? Have you had your blood pressure checked?"
"I went to the clinic today. The doctor gave me a prescription for sildenafil."
"Is that a blood pressure medicine?"
"Hilda, it's generic Viagra. My blood pressure, heart and labs were all normal. I'm only forty-three and I can't get a fucking boner unless my wife is fucking her boyfriend in front of me. This is fucked up."
"Richard, I'm your wife. There's no reason we can't go back to the way things were a few months ago. No more outsiders. Just you and me. I've told you that all along."
"Babe, I have five women available to me for sex pretty much anytime I want it, but unless you and Dennis are right there in front of me having sex, my cock doesn't work."
"How about I do my throat magic on it? That's always works." She reached around him and put her hand on his crotch. He was soft.
Richard moved her hand away. "Not tonight, Hilda. I went to see Julia and talked to her about it. I've also failed with Lina and Gretchen over the last month. Unless you and Dennis are there it just doesn't work."
"What'd Julia say about it?"
"She said to relax and be patient. Limit alcohol. Get my blood pressure checked and see the doctor. If that's all good, she'll start working with us if we want her to."
"Why have you waited so long to say something?"
"It's embarrassing and emotionally devastating when you realize you've been turned into a cuckold by your wife."
"You're not a damned cuckold!" Hilda barked. The cuckold comment really hurt.
He turned to her. "What would you call it?"
"You're a bit of a voyeur, but you aren't a cuckold. Richard, I love you. As of now my activities with the others, including Dennis, are over. If you want to continue with our girls, Debi, and Julia, I'm fine with that. I'm your wife and my body is yours whenever you want it."
She rolled over with her back to him. Hilda knew she sometimes overreacted to things but didn't feel this was one of those cases. He had just accused her of cuckolding him. Their marriage had been wonderful before she and Richard had lived out his fantasy of watching her with a young bull. It was his idea, and his fantasy. They had both loved it, and it quickly escalated into sex with their daughters and Dennis' mother and sister. No one was keeping secrets, and everyone was enjoying the status quo, until this. Dennis would be really hurt by her decision, but she had told him upfront that her loyalty was to her husband, first and foremost. He would understand. She also felt it was appropriate to allow Richard to continue with the sexual openness within their group. He wasn't being a cuckold. She would only be restricting her own activity. From this point forward, Richard would be her only lover.
*****
The next morning, Hilda was up early. She dolled up and wore a very sexy gown as she served him breakfast. He didn't pay any attention to her efforts and left for work after eating. She was disappointed but knew this might take some time.
Mid-morning, she called Dennis. He was working that day and they arranged to meet at the restaurant across the street from his work at one for lunch. She was waiting at a table outside when he walked up.
"Hello beautiful," he said, smiling.
"Hey, handsome," she replied, pointing to a seat.
They lived in a small town and when in public never made any gestures that indicated they were anything more than friends.
"This is a nice surprise. I don't think we've done a lunch before, have we?" Dennis asked.
"Not that I can remember. I ordered for us already. I hope you don't mind."
"No, that's fine. I only have a thirty-minute break."
"Dennis, Richard's having a problem."
"How can I help?"
"We have to quit seeing each other," she said, with a blank expression.
His smile faded. "Permanently?"
"Yes. I'm sorry."
"We talked about this before. I know he has to be your number one priority. I understand."
"You know I love you, don't you?" she asked.
"Hilda, it's okay. If this is how it must be, then so be it."
Hilda's eyes were tearing. "God, this is so hard."
"Hey, none of that. We both knew this day might come. You have a husband to take care of. That's what matters."
Lunch arrived and they ate quietly. Both picked at their food and after about fifteen minutes Dennis stood. "Thank you for lunch...and everything. I love you. Goodbye, Hilda." Dennis turned quickly and walked away.
"Goodbye, my love," she whispered, to the space where he had been. Hilda put money on table to pay, then hurriedly walked to her car as her tears poured from her eyes. By the time she reached her car, she was sobbing. She sat there until the worst had passed then drove home to her empty house. Hilda laid on the bed and cried herself to sleep.
Dennis returned to work and after being back about an hour, went to his supervisor. "Joe, something's come up. I'm going to have to quit."
"Sorry to hear that. When are you leaving?"
