Kicker, Fran, and Molly

KICKER, FRAN AND MOLLY

I’m Francis Allison, thirty-four years old. I was in good shape when I was thirty-three. Not so much, anymore, but working at it. I was hit by a pick-up truck while jogging on a country road, last year. I was jogging, with headphones playing Santana. Then I was wrapped around a tree. At the time I wasn’t aware why I was wrapped around a tree. I recall, now, that I heard a roar and dodged toward the berm of the road. When it happened, I was not making an analysis of what had caused me to be at the tree. I just knew I had to get to the road. I began to crawl. I later learned that I did make it to the road, just. A man on a Harley saw me there, called 911.

I was taken to Memorial Hospital, some twelve miles away from the scene of the incident. They ‘stabilized’ me, and packed me off by chopper to University Hospital for extensive treatment. I had a small skull fracture, several broken ribs, one of which punctured my lung, and a broken shoulder blade. I also had a displaced hip, and an injury to my left knee. At University they relieved some pressure on my brain from a hemorrhage, and began repairs. They dealt with the ribs, and lung. (I know all this from reading my charts and speaking to various medicos. At the time I was in an induced coma.) The next day they realigned the hip, and did a quick arthroscope on the knee. The shoulder blade required more extensive work, over a matter of days, for reasons having to do with the number of breaks. They put me into a cast to immobilize the bone and arm. My right arm, too.

All of that happened and, perhaps luckily, I recall almost nothing of it. I came out of the coma, and into a fog. Sometimes I was awake. Usually not. I really couldn’t move much. When I was more aware, I began to ask about what happened, and about my family. I had been in and out of consciousness for three and a half weeks.

I was reassured that my family was okay and would be in to see me soon. As to what happened, a Sherriff’s investigator was called in to take a statement. I told him what I knew. He knew more than I did. The biker who called 911 had seen an old pick-up truck headed east. It passed him before he found me. The driver’s side mirror was dangling. The driver was a tall man, wearing a hoodie and baseball cap. The biker didn’t get a great look. He saw no one else in the truck. The investigator had driven over the route, until the side road came to a larger highway. At that intersection, he found the mirror. It was from an older Ford, 80’s perhaps. Back where I was hit, the officers had found some debris, consistent with the same model. He asked if I knew anyone with that type of vehicle. I didn’t. He then told me that the incident was being treated as a deliberate assault. Since it resulted in serious injury, the State Police had been consulted and called in to help. The local sheriff had a limited budget. He said that a State Police investigator would be in to discuss the matter with me in the next days. I thanked him. I began to consider who would want to — basically — kill me. It was possible that it was some random crazy. I thought that unlikely. So, I took stock and called my accountant. I had a lap top computer brought to my room. I was in good enough shape to use one.

I spent about an hour on the computer, checking bank records, my deposits from certain royalties, outgoing amounts. I had a business account, and it made deposits into a joint checking account for me and my wife, Molly. Out of that account we took care of regular expenses. There seemed to be about $40k more outgoing than was ordinary and necessary, over the time between my accident and today, just 25 days. This was done with several checks, made out to cash. Molly signed them. I stopped all deposits into that account. There was only about $12k left in it. I withdrew as much as I could, $5k. I didn’t know what was happening. I expected Molly and the kids to visit today. I had to decide whether to ask about it.

MOLLY AND THE GANG

Molly is my wife, Molly Allison, nee Herbert. Molly is a pretty, vivacious woman, medium height, good figure, a natural blonde. She and I met at university — State U. We have two children, Blake, eleven, and Mary, ten. They are both in the local school. Molly is my age. We met at college. She was a football groupie. I tutored several players. All the football guys lived in a dorm for them only. Except many of them had off campus apartments. I met Molly when we were sophomores. I was tutoring three or four players. She was sexually involved with them. Three of the players had an apartment in a complex near campus. There were three bedrooms and a big living room with a kitchen/dining room off that. That’s where I would go to tutor these guys in certain subjects — different for each.

Roland Jefferson was a running back, a star. He was also quite intelligent. He didn’t need ordinary tutoring. However, he had an advanced statistics class that was difficult, and he wanted to do well. So I got involved. Roland was an African-American, just over six feet, maybe 220 pounds. At the time he had a short Afro. He was very handsome, brown skinned, and was a heartthrob.

Marty Baker was a wide receiver, first team. He was a light complected African-American who needed help with basic math. He wasn’t slow or anything. He just spent a lot of time with various coeds, and not a lot of time with the books. I would catch him up at test time.

Kenneth (Kicker) Bascom was a tall, blonde guy, also very good looking. He was, as his nickname implies, a kicker. He was an all-around kicker. He kicked off, punted and did field goals. He needed some help with a basic computer class, and also with trig. I don’t know why he was taking trig, since he wanted to kick in the NFL, or else sell real estate. (Or both.) Once he said that someone told him that trig was all about angles. So was kicking. He took trig. I don’t think it helped. However, he really didn’t need help — with kicking.

All these guys were juniors that year I met Molly. She practically lived at their apartment, although I never knew which bedroom she’d be in on any given day. There were other women who cycled in and out of the place. None were there as often as Molly. Molly had a dorm room, but I don’t think her roommate saw much of her. When the team was on campus, she would cook breakfast and dinner, if someone was there. Nothing fancy. She also cleaned up some.

I had a regular schedule with the fellows. During the season I would see them in the morning, about 9:00 am through noon. Who was first depended upon who came out of hibernation earliest. Usually it was Jeff (Roland). Often, he was waiting for me when I got there. It was really a pleasure dealing with him. His was the bedroom that Molly most often frequented. They seemed to get along well. Of course, they were not exclusive. Jeff had an ongoing relationship with his high school sweetheart, Twyla Thorn. She was at another school, a hundred miles off. She would come to campus two or three times a semester. Molly would be in another bedroom on those nights. I really liked Twyla. She was beautiful, and kind. She and Jeff were in love, it was clear. It was also clear that she knew about Molly. Once I asked her, obliquely, about that.

“Better one than ten,” she said softly. “You know, Fran, Molly really likes you. I’m counting on you.” At the time it didn’t register with me.

Marty and Kicker usually lagged in the morning. Sometimes, when I was more familiar with them, I just woke them up. Almost always there would be a woman, or women, with them. Molly was one I’d see in that position at times. Mostly others, though.

I had my own apartment, even though I was just nineteen. In high school I wrote a computer program, working off some games that I tore apart. I added a new wrinkle that allowed better 3D graphics. When I got to university, I showed it to a professor. He sold it to a company, on an exclusive. I had a deal with him, where he got the first ten thousand, and I got the rest. The rest turned out to be about two hundred thousand over eighteen months. More royalties to come. Ergo, I was able to afford an apartment in the same building as the three guys. And a used Jeep. I also paid my tuition, relieving my parents of that burden.

One morning, the team was going to go on the road, and it was hectic. I was there not so much to tutor as to help organize. Jeff didn’t need that, but the other two did. Molly and I provided that. The suits and ties, slacks, shoes, etc. all in the proper bag. Meal vouchers, and other sundries. This was just in October. Molly had been with them for over a year, but I only came in August. Molly and I ferried all the stuff to the bus departure spot, dropped it off. We waved bye-bye. And relaxed.

“Where to?” I asked her.

“They’ll be gone four days. I guess I’ll go back to the dorm.”

“Why don’t you come over to my place? I’ll make dinner. Maybe. We can do something.”

“Where’s your place? I thought you were in a dorm.”

“I’ll show you.” I drove to the apartment building. I parked.

“C’mon.” We got into the elevator and went to the fifth floor, where I had my one bedroom. I unlocked the door.

“Here we are.” I ushered her in.

“So, this is why you can show up on a moment’s notice. You live three floors up. Man, are you some rich guy?”

“I made some money programming last year. Not rich. No family money. Just a small talent in a big world.”

“Man…..what’s for dinner?”

I had planned on pizza order in. But I had a pound of hamburger, some tomatoes, lettuce. I made burgers and a salad. She helped. We seemed to mesh in the kitchen. We meshed at the guys’ apartment as well. She was aware of that, as we ate.

I asked her, “What’s your idea of a major? If you know.”

“I’m a chemist. My major will be in chemistry. How about you?”

“Math, computer programming.”

“You must be really good at it. You know, to have this apartment and all.”

“Yes. I am good at it.”

She smiled. “No false modesty.”

“Just an honest appraisal.”

“See, I thought you were just a nerd. Now I see you’re a well-off nerd.” She laughed, and so did I.

She said, “I bet you thought that I was just a football groupie slut.”

“No. Not just a football groupie slut.” I smiled at her, and she laughed.

“I’m so happy,” she said. “Now you know there’s more to me than my nympho behavior.”

“You know, I…..I mean you’re really hot, and you know it. What’s up with the football thing? Why not basketball, tennis?”

“I like the football guys. I like the sex. Except for Jeff, it’s uncomplicated and enjoyable.”

“Except for Jeff?”

“Jeff is different from the other two. You know that.”

“Yep. Are you in love with him?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know what that means. It’s not the same a chemical reaction.”

“You know Jeff is in with Twyla. She knows Jeff sleeps with you, too. I’m just a teenager from a small town. No shit like that happens.”

“It does. You just don’t see it. No one hides here. Well, not as much.”

“I’m…maybe. Can’t prove a negative.”

“Enough of this deep shit. What are we going to do while the players are off playing?”

“I can think of something,” I said.

“Hmmmm. I don’t think so. You’re not my type.”

“I do play tennis.”

“See, not my type. Do you have any good stuff on that big TV?”

We watched an action flick. Then she fell asleep on the couch. I covered her up, and went to bed.

When I woke up, she was gone. I had her number. I called. Make sure she was okay. She said she was, thanks for the couch. I knew she was probably just downstairs.

The next few days I spent working very hard on a math problem assigned by my adviser. I eventually solved it. He never expected that. I mailed the solution to myself, with a post mark. Never can tell who might do what. The guy, Professor James Mills, proposed to write up the solution, send it for publication. I agreed. I told him he could have his name second, mine first. He initially balked. But I told hm about the registered letter. We did it my way.

Sunday afternoon the guys were landing, and Jeff had a difficult quiz to prep for, so I was at the apartment. So was Molly, and surprise, Twyla. The three arrived together, toting cases. The team had had a narrow escape, winning on the last set of downs. Kicker had come through. He was ebullient when he arrived.

Marty walked in first, went straight to his room. Jeff came in, saw Molly and gave her a hug. But he was alert when she shied away. There was Twyla. They hugged, and started off to his room. Kicker was yelling in the hall. Jumping around. He came in, saw Twyla and Molly. He whisked Molly off into his room. It was a quick move on his part. But I knew that Twyla wasn’t fooled. Really, they should all have just discussed the matter, instead of a flimsy pretense. Not my business, though.

Marty came out of his room to meet a woman — Sue Queen, aka SusieQ. They left for an early dinner. After about forty minutes, Molly and Kicker emerged, looking happy.

“Welcome back, Kicker. Great game.”

“Thanks. I’m headed to the Summer House. Want to bask in glory. I’ll be back later, maybe.” He walked on out. Molly didn’t look put out. She smiled at me.

“Maybe we can go upstairs, if that’s okay?”

“Sure.” It was about 6:30 and I ordered Chinese delivered. We ate, talking about the game.

“Kicker sure reacted fast to Twyla’s being there,” she said. She smiled.

“He got a bonus,” I muttered.

“Yes. He did. Me, too, I suppose. He is good in bed, maybe a little self-involved.”

When she said this, I realized that she was treating me like I was one of her confidant girl buddies. Okay, so I decided to go along with that.

“How about Marty? He sure gets enough practice. Him and Kicker both, I’m sure.”

“Marty just likes to fuck. White girls. He’s not mean, and he does have a LOT of practice. Before I got into this last year, I thought football guys were supposed to be celibate before games. Now I know they need to relax, before, and celebrate after. I like both of those modes.”

“Molly, some time you need to branch out to more genteel sports, like tennis.” I wiggled my eyebrows at her with fake suggestivity.

She laughed, with me, “I could be the ball girl, eh?”

“Just think, all that effort, grunting and swishing, turning on a dime. Has to get those ball girls hot. Maybe I should try out for the team.”

“Don’t you have a girl friend? You’re good looking, rich, and smart. Who comes over here when I’m not around?”

“No one, really. I do sometimes get lucky. But basically I’m shy.”

“Not gay? I wondered, you know, with you hanging around the apartment.”

“Definitely not gay. That whole scene at the apartment is so very interesting, though. Especially you.”

“Li’l ole me? I’m just a football groupie slut who got lucky.”

“And who gets straight A’s in science classes, including physics.”

“How can you know that? You…..oh. You’re a hacker, too.”

“Just sometimes. I was really curious about you….Li’l ole you. You seem to be a bundle of contradictions. As much time as you spend at the apartment, to get the grades you do, you have to be some kind of genius. I looked because I thought you might be flunking out, and I could help. But, no! You’ve never had a grade below an A.”

She actually blushed. “I guess you know my secret. Now that I think about it, you’re the only one who knows all that about me. Except maybe Jeff. He knows I’m smart. I helped him once with his physics course. He asked. He didn’t seem surprised when I could do it.”

“Are you going to try to take him away from Twyla?”

“No, I don’t think I could, anyway. They’re made for each other. They’re both gonna be famous. With him, me being a white girl is a drawback, too.”

“Oh. I think you may be wrong about all that. I hope you don’t get hurt.”

“I mean, Jeff knows that I fuck the other guys. He never says anything. If he, you know, really cared, he’d say something. If he asked, I’d stop. He doesn’t.”

‘Changing the subject a little, the other day I got interested in that problem you were assigned by Thomas. The one with linear functions.”

“You SOB. There’s no way to hide stuff from you, is there?”

“No. Well, not stuff that gets recorded. Why did you stop at function six?”

She explained. I understood, in a foggy way. She really was supersmart. I knew full well right then that I was in love with her. I think she did, too. But I just didn’t see the use of saying that.

The season went on. The pattern of life at the apartment stayed the same, except I started hanging out more there. I was accepted. And I got to see a lot of good-looking women. One evening I was sitting on the couch when Molly came in looking for something. I thought no one else was there. She was wearing just a shift dress, flip flops. It was December, but she looked like summer. I said so.

“What? I look like summer. You haven’t been here long, I just left to get mail. Why are you here?”

“I came to see you. I’m lonely, bored and horny, if you must know. Maybe I should give you a birthday present.”

“It’s not my birthday.”

“When is it?”

“April Fool’s Day. Makes for a few jokes.”

“I know. Mine is the same day.”

“You’re kidding! I never met anyone else with that day.”

She jumped on the couch, straddled my reclining form and gave me the hottest kiss I ever had. I was stunned. But I knew what to do. I grabbed her by the ass and kissed back.

“Ahem…” A voice, female voice, said. “Looks hot!” It was SusieQ. Molly turned to look at her. As it happens, when Molly jumped me, my cock was hanging down the leg of my gym shorts. It was rock hard now, and it seemed that SusieQ could get a glimpse.

Molly jumped off. She looked at my erection, barely hidden, if hidden at all.

Molly turned to SusieQ, “My, that looks like a lot more than I might have guessed. What should we do, SusieQ?”

“Let’s show him how to use it. No one’s in Kicker’s room. He’s gone for the night.” She grabbed my cock and pulled me up by it, laughing.

Molly was staring. “Good idea.” SusieQ led me into Kicker’s room by my dick, and Molly followed.

Molly was in a lather, I could tell. “Who goes first? Me. He’s really mine first.” She pulled off her dress, dropped her panties and straddled me. SusieQ was already naked. She was stroking my dick. Then she straddled my face, and sat. I felt Molly lower herself onto me. She bucked up and down, and she came right away. If I had time to consider it, I would have been amazed. I was licking SusieQ. She came on my face. Molly’s hands wrapped around her and began fondling her tits. SusieQ moaned and came all over my face again. Molly was still pumping, faster and faster. I started to come. Couldn’t hold on any longer. I felt her respond as well. It was amazing.

After, we all three collapsed. I was underneath Molly, beside SusieQ.

I said, “What brought that on?”

SusieQ said, “Your big dick, dummy. Who knew? A big hard cock will always cause Molly and me to react. We just didn’t know you had one until now. You’re in for it. You may not survive. You’re not as big and strong as the football guys.” She giggled, but I wondered how honest she was being.

“I can hold my own. Don’t hold back on my account.”

Molly said, “That’s why I like you, you always say smart things. Can you rise to the occasion?” She stroked me. SusieQ shuffled down and put my cock into her mouth. I rose. SusieQ flopped onto her back and pulled me between her legs. I plunged into her, fucked her hard. She was strong, and she pushed back hard.

“Harder, harder….,” she panted. I gave it to her as hard and long as I could, and she had several orgasms, one after the other, until I could hold out no more, and pumped her full of what I had left. I collapsed next to her.

Molly was staring at me. She licked her lips. It was like she was in a trance. She moved to me and sucked my flaccid cock, licking it clean. It wasn’t the first time I had had that happen to me (another story about an older woman who took me under her wing when I was eighteen). Molly just kept on licking, then started sucking hard. I had my hands in her hair. I came, again.

After that we all showered, not one by one. We had wet sex.

We slept. In the morning, we were drinking coffee in the kitchen when Jeff came out of his room. He looked at us. He smiled.

“Been busy, Fran?” I smiled back at him. He started to laugh.

“Both of them? Both?”

Molly said, “Just because he’s a nerd, doesn’t mean he can’t fuck.”

Then she looked at me. “Actually, now that I think about it, I thought we were going to teach you a few things. But you seemed to know all about what to do. I think I’ve been misled. How about you SusieQ?”

“He never told me he was an innocent.”

I said, “I never told anyone that. Well, maybe when I was trying to get into Molly’s pants, I let her assume that. Sorry.”

Molly was laughing now, “Apology accepted.”

“I’ll cook some eggs,” I said. “I never told you, but I can cook, too.”

Later on, Molly and I were sitting on a bench on campus, before going to class. She asked, “How did you get sexual experience? I’m curious.”

“I was seduced when I was eighteen, by a widow who lived near me. She and I went at it for two years, until I left for college. She taught me everything she knew. She knew a lot.”

“So you just had the one lover?”

“More, but she was the best, until now, I mean.” Molly smiled at me.

“You know, I’m still partial to football guys. Maybe a tennis guy thrown in sometimes.”

The year went on like that. I arranged to have regular tests for STD’s, always negative. The season ended with a win in a minor bowl. The guys had big hopes for their final year. The semester ended. I visited my parents at home for two weeks, and I also saw Mrs. Brown, referenced above. Just twice. Over the year, Molly and I got to be really good buddies, apart from the sex. She began to explain her work to me, and I reciprocated. She was surprised when I, finally, was able to understand what she was doing. I was not so surprised that she caught up with me in math. She wasn’t as interested in the programming (where, after all, I was making the bucks).

When I was home, I spoke to my old high school programming buddy. He was working on something, and going to community college. He and I produced a program that could add more depth to some of my games, using a random selection method. I told him we’d go 50/50 if I sold it. In the end, we both got some heavy cash. I traded the Jeep when I got back to school, got a new F150 four-wheel drive. It was a life-style choice, I knew. Medium sized guy, big truck. Molly didn’t like it. She asked if I was going to wear a cowboy hat. I didn’t understand. There were no horns on the truck.

Molly was back on campus when I came back, and the three guys were at summer practice elsewhere. We lived at my apartment. Of course, we slept together every night, with no third parties. We got really comfortable with each other. The sex was great for both of us. But the guys were coming back in late August. It was a subject that was a sore spot.

Two days before Guy Day, I asked Molly, “What will happen when they come back? Will we just go back to the way it was?” I had a catch in my voice, completely unintended.

“Fran, I….I have thought about it. For the last two years I have had these three guys in my life, then you. You know I’m falling for you. I just don’t know.”

Jeff was the first back from camp. He was early, due to a sprained ankle. He knocked on my apartment door around dinner time. I opened it.

“Jeff, back so soon. Thought it was Saturday.”

“My ankle was keeping me from practice. I came back for some mild treatment. What’s up with you two? The apartment looked pristine.”

That was his way of asking whether we were living together. Which we were, for then.

“Molly has been staying with me. Dinner’s ready, there’s a lot, should be enough. Just home made pizza.”

We sat down around the kitchen table. We ate pizza and drank beer. We talked about the summer, football camp, my new computer program, and in the end, about the three of us.

Jeff started, “Maybe we should talk about this year, you know. So things don’t get awkward. By the way, Twyla will be here tomorrow.”

I said, “I guess it’s up to Molly. I don’t want to press the issue. Or maybe I do, but I won’t.”

We both looked at her. She had known when Jeff came in that this discussion would happen. She didn’t seem flustered.

“I’m in love with you both. Both of you are just what I want in a guy, smart, good in bed. Maybe Jeff is closer to my football paradigm. But I’ve been convinced that the football thing isn’t necessary for a real good time. Thing is, Jeff, if I’m looking for a permanent thing, I’m only going to get that from Fran. In the end, you’re going with Twyla.”

“Does that mean we’re through? Because that’ll ruin my year for sure.” Jeff seemed emotional.

Molly looked at me, and at him, me and him. The whole situation got tense. She stood up, reached down and pulled her dress right off over her head. There was nothing underneath.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me up. She grabbed Jeff’s hand, started toward the bedroom. It didn’t take a genius to see what she wanted. I looked at Jeff. He shook his head, then he grinned.

“Not like I never did this before,” he said.

Molly wasn’t into talking. I was naked very quickly, and so was Jeff. I was rock hard and so was he. I looked at him and he looked at me. Molly was on the bed looking at us, and she had the most devilish smile I’d ever seen.

Looking at me, Jeff said, “Fuck, woulda never guessed. It’s a tie.”

Molly started laughing. She told me to sit at the head of the bed. She crawled up to me and started sucking my cock. She was on all fours, wiggling herself at Jeff. He took the hint.

The spit roast lasted quite a while, and ended when Jeff and I came, basically simultaneously. Molly collapsed. Jeff sat on the side of the bed.

After a while, Molly said, “I’ve always wondered about that. For all my slutyness, I never did that before. I hope it won’t be the last time. And….it was still a tie, not that it should be a competition.”

Both of us started to protest. She cut us off. She scootched around and grabbed Jeff’s cock. She started to lick it clean. She wiggled her ass at me. I was hard again. I entered her from behind. I fucked her slowly, as she sucked Jeff. He was also hard. This time the whole thing was going to last a while. It lasted about twelve minutes. I know because I was curious and facing the clock. Molly kept having rolling orgasms. But at around twelve minutes I picked up the pace, into a hard fuck rhythm. Molly seemed to suck harder on Jeff. And she started to come. I felt the intense pressure she was putting out and I filled her up on my end. Apparently, Jeff filled her mouth. I wasn’t sure, because I was otherwise occupied. But when she rolled off the bed, his dick was soft. Mine, too.

We were all exhausted. Molly was just sitting on the floor leaning on the bed. She began to hum a tune. I recognized it. It was ‘Heaven, I’m in Heaven…’ I chuckled. I don’t think Jeff recognized the song.

I hit the shower. Jeff and Molly followed when I was done. I fell asleep. Woke up the next morning. They were both still in bed, asleep. No spooning. It was a King bed. I rolled out, but Molly woke up, then Jeff.

Jeff looked at the clock. “Shit, gotta go. Twyla in twenty.” He jumped into his shorts and t-shirt, ran out. It was 8:00. How she was going to get there at that time I didn’t know.

Molly brushed her teeth, then me. We were naked. I waggled into the bedroom. Stuff happened. Then we made breakfast.

“What are we going to do about all this?” I wanted some more definitive answer from her.

“Let things develop. You know, I meant it when I said that I loved you both, but that you were the one I could get. Sorry, you know, for the practical approach.”

“If not for Twyla, then who?”

“You, you, and only you,” she sang. “Maybe.”

“Hah!”

“Hypotheticals are not my strong suit, as far as relationships go. I think we should invite Jeff and Twyla up for dinner tonight. We can cook something nice, maybe a quiche.”

“You……are a devious person. Why should we do that? Do you think you can somehow….work things out? You know Twyla knows that Jeff fucks you.”

“I assumed that. Don’t you think the evening could be very interesting?” She was giggling.

“Okay. I do think that. But I don’t think Jeff will agree to come.”

“Leave that to me,” she said. “I’ve never had much trouble getting Jeff to come.”

Jeff and Twyla arrived for dinner at around 6:30. I had a nice wine and we had two quiches, ham and cheese, and spinach with feta.

Twyla looked fantastic, but so did Molly. Twyla word a dress that fit tight on top, but swirled below the waist. It was two shades of green. She had green, open toed sandals.

Molly wore a loose white top, which seemed to be made of silk. She had on a dark skirt, that stopped just above the knee. She had flat sandals. The top allowed plenty of bounce. Molly wore no bra.

Jeff and I were in dockers and sports shirts.

We had snacks, wine, then ate the dinner. Tiramisu for dessert. Every minute the tension ratcheted up a little. There was small talk at the start, then compliments for the food, and wine.

As we moved into the living room, I said, “Well, once I recall thinking that stuff like this had to be discussed. So let’s discuss the situation. As I see it, well…..choices have to be made.”

Twyla spoke up, “I know that Jeff and Molly have a thing going. I once told Fran that it was better one than many. But now, I think I was misguided. With them it’s not just sex, is it?” She looked at Jeff.

“No, not just sex. Started that way, but now….”

I said, “Molly?”

“I told you both, and I’ll tell Twyla, I love them both. But I think Jeff will end up with you, Twyla. Not me.”

Twyla started to cry, silently. “Jeff? True?”

“Yes. I’ve loved you most of my life, and I’m only twenty. Sorry, Molly. And you have Fran.”

“But what about now? I’m going back in two days. Will you guys, start up?”

“Twyla,” I said, “I think this year Jeff and Molly and I can work something out. But I assume Jeff and Molly will have sex.”

Molly spoke softly, “Twyla you look tense. You need a shoulder rub.” She moved behind Twyla, began squeezing her shoulders, slowly. Twyla seemed to relax. I was mesmerized. I knew that Molly’s back rubs never ended without sex. I believe Jeff knew that as well. He simply looked on as Twyla relaxed into Molly’s touch. Molly moved her hands from the shoulders to the chest, just above the breasts. She rubbed slowly. Twyla’s eyes were closed. Molly began to knead her breasts, leaning over the back of the couch, her head next to Twyla’s. Molly nuzzled Twyla, licked her neck and ear. I was erect now. I looked over at Jeff. He had a boner, too. We both stared at the two women.

Molly turned Twyla’s head toward her and kissed Twyla. It was a slow, long kiss, and Twyla cupped her hands around Molly’s face. The kiss ended. Molly slid over the back of the couch, took Twyla’s hand and pulled her up into a full body kiss. Both women’s hands roamed over the other. Molly stepped back and took her top off. No bra, nipples hard. She put her hand under Twyla’s skirt, slowly right up her thigh. When she reached her goal, Twyla moaned. Twyla massaged Molly’s breasts. Molly took her hand and led her to the bedroom. Jeff and I followed.

I dropped my pants and took off my shirt as I walked into my bedroom. Molly had Twyla’s panties on the floor. She launched herself between Twyla’s legs and started licking her. Twyla had a big obvious orgasm, with sound. Hard to describe it, somewhere near a moan, but with gravel. Molly moved up and kissed her. The kiss broke and Molly looked at Jeff and me. Licked her lips. Stood up and embraced Jeff. Twyla watched. Twyla looked at me, naked and hard. I was standing above her. She moved around and grabbed my cock. Jeff had Molly in the air, with her legs around his hips. He was already inside her. He moved her back and forth, as Twyla began to suck my cock. She brought me close to completion, but I pulled her off, tossed her onto the bed. She opened herself for me, and I mounted her. At that point I wasn’t worried about Jeff.

Twyla was muttering, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Not shouting, muttering in my ear. I began to pump her hard, and she came on me, a real corker, hard and long. After, she started muttering, “Fuck, fuck…” I kept plowing her. She pushed me up and swung her leg, like she wanted me off. But when I let up, she had me over on my back, still inside her. She kissed me hard, moving fast, rubbing herself on me. When she started coming again, I filled her up. She stopped muttering. “Oh, Oh, Oh…” It was a loud rhythmic sound. Then it was over. She rolled off me.

I looked over at the other two. They were sitting on the love seat, looking at us. Jeff’s cum was leaking out of Molly. He was semi-erect.

Molly began to clap. She grinned. “A few orgasms can go a long way toward solving awkward problems.”

When she said that, I thought it was pushing too far. But no.

Twyla hesitated a second, still in sated mode. She smiled. “No doubt about it.” She looked at Jeff.

“You’re all right with this white boy screwing your woman?”

“Once in a while, with permission, maybe.”

“I’m gonna need another permission soon. She was stroking me, and I was getting hard.

“Granted,” Jeff said. “It’s the least I can do. Molly started sucking his cock.

Twyla moved onto all fours, invited me with a swaying motion. I was hard again, and I mounted her from behind. After a few minutes I reached around and started rubbing her clit, just like Mrs. Brown taught me. It worked wonders. Twyla cam hard, then she came hard again when I didn’t stop. I came inside her soon after. We fell to the mattress.

Molly was riding Jeff while they sat on the love seat. Twyla and I watched. It was intense, and they both got off soon.

I started clapping and Twyla joined in.

“Shower time,” I said, bolting for the bathroom. I did a quick rinse, and the rest of them followed. I got dressed, if you can call gym shorts dressed. I went out and got a beer. Soon the other three came out as well.

Twyla asked for a beer. All of them got one.

“So, how is this going to work? If we were all here, it would be easier, you know we could just switch.”

Twyla said, “And what about other partners? I don’t have any. Well, now I have had Fran.”

“And me,” Molly piped up.

“Yes, and you. All of us have had you, Molly. I was serious about others though. I don’t see how…..well, does anyone feel the need to go outside this group for sex this year?”

I said, “Not me,”

Jeff said, “Me either.” We all looked at Molly.

She said, “You mean no more Marty. No more SusieQ. No more KICKER?”

Twyla said, “Yes, that’s exactly what we mean, Molly. Too risky these days, especially with those three. I know that last year was a free-for-all, but we were lucky to get through that unscathed, disease free.”

“Okay. I understand. Just the three of you. No….no Kicker. I’m gonna miss him, though.”

“And you,” she said, pointing at me, “No Mrs. Brown!”

“Okay. I forgot about that. Worse for me than Kicker for you, though.”

“Who’s Mrs. Brown?” Asked Jeff. I could see that both he and Twyla were curious.

“Some cradle robber who took advantage of Fran when he was of a tender age.” Molly was chuckling.

“I was sixteen! My birthday. April Fools.”

Twyla and Jeff were laughing. “Seems like you’re a lucky guy, Fran,” Jeff said.

That was how we all carried it that year. Molly and Jeff and I switched off, did threesomes, and switched apartments as well. I continued to tutor Kicker and Marty. Jeff didn’t have a need then.

Kicker was really pissed off that Molly cut him off, though. For a while he pouted. He wanted to be ‘Mollycoddled.’ That was the smartest thing I ever heard him say. But SusieQ and a new girl, Joanne, placated him. Plus, his ordinary complement of short-term conquests. Things settled down. When Twyla was in town, we all went up to my place. Those were great times for all of us.

Over holiday break, we all went home for a week, but then reconvened at my place for a rotating orgy. Just the four of us. When we wanted some one on one time, we had two bedrooms available.

The season didn’t live up to expectations, and once again the bowl game came before break. Marty and Kicker had done well, and expected to be drafted by the NFL, but in the late rounds. Jeff hoped for better than that. He had done really well, until he missed two games with the same ankle problem. He came back, though, and picked up where he left off.

Spring semester the three of them worked out to prepare for NFL try out camp. Kicker was having some problems, hooking kicks from long range. He was frantic. Molly asked me if I could help him out.

“I don’t know anything about kicking.”

“You know about golf, though. And I think you might be able to see with fresh eyes. The coaches haven’t helped. They just say for him to relax.”

I had Kicker send up some films of his kicks in games. He had only missed two field goals all year, both from 50 plus yards. I also had him video his kicking now. I fixed a superimpose program that printed out data in the form of stick-man figures. I saw something. I made a date to meet Kicker and Molly at the field. I had a tape measure and a pink garter.

I had Kicker hit a few 35 yard kicks, them moved back to 45. He was okay, then not so good. We moved to 50 yards and he shanked two of three.

I set up the tee (Molly was holding for him.). I used the measuring tape and a triangle. I put the pink garter on the ground.

“I want you to concentrate of stepping with your plant foot in the garter.”

“Okay. Why?”

“Trust me. Only look at the ball after your foot hits the garter.”

He tried it. On the third try the ball took off straight. And all the others after that took off straight. Mostly they cleared the goal posts by five yards of more. A fix.

“You were too concerned with distance, wanted to crush the ball. That caused you to take a bigger last step. Too close to the ball. Foot came around and hit off center.”

I showed him the stick figures. I showed him where to put the garter. He thanked me profusely.

Try out camps went well for all three. Marty went in the fifth round, to Baltimore. Kicker went in the sixth round, to Washington. But Jeff was drafted by Washington in the second round. He made a lot of money by that. It was thought that the ankle injury kept him out of the first round.

Once the school year was complete, the three guys were due in their respective team camps. Their apartment was re-rented. To three other football players. Molly was curious, but I told her not to mess around with them. Too tempting. She agreed. We still were living at my apartment. But Jeff and Twyla had moved to Virginia. Kicker, too. Marty had a ‘farm’ between DC and Baltimore. It was ten acres, with a big old house. All three of them made their teams.

Molly got a job as a chemical engineer for a company that did DNA analysis. Her work was in suburban Virginia as well. I had made a bundle more money with a program I wrote for two NFL teams, based on the one I used for Kicker. He had told his team about it, and they wanted it. Baltimore also heard about it, probably through Marty. I refined it, using my programs for the game industry graphics. It was good for kickers, passers, and maybe even runners and receivers. I sold them an exclusive use permit. I bought a house in Virginia, down the block from Jeff and Twyla.

Marriages. Jeff and Twyla decided to marry. They were established in a nice house in Virginia, and she was working as a high school librarian. Molly and I, Kicker, Marty, two other players from school, and families were all to attend. It was in a park with a grove of trees and a big pavilion. Things went very well, food was good, drinks, too. A small band allowed dancing. The happy couple kissed. They were going off for three days to the beach in Delaware. Twyla tossed her flowers. Molly caught them. She turned and gave me a big kiss.

We danced at the reception. Molly danced with me for a while, then with Jeff. She was crying when she danced with him. I was with Twyla. The four of us had not had any swaps since Jeff and Twyla moved to Virginia. Not even when we moved there. Now, with them married, and listening to their vows of fidelity, I doubted that there would be any more. That was okay with me. I had great sex with Twyla, but I was in love with Molly. I knew that she might want a ring, soon. Twyla threw the bouquet right at her, for a reason. I was conflicted. I needed to be sure – as sure as you can get – that Molly would not stray from the marriage.

The next night, after dinner, we sat down to talk.

I asked her, “Molly, I know that we’ve been together for a while. I know that you and I have been true to our promise — no one but Jeff and Twyla. Now that they are not available, I was wondering…..what you might want.”

“I want you.” She smiled.

“Only me? Me and only me?”

She hesitated. “I know what you’re thinking. Well, maybe I do. I’ve always been a slut, I love football guys. Can I be true to a tennis guy? Right?”

“Yes. That’s my true question, and I need an honest answer. I don’t want to marry, have kids, and then down the road have all of it blow up.”

“Honest answer. Yes. I can be true to you. I have been true to you, all this summer. I….I think….I know it’s a chance that I’ll slip up. Here’s what I promise. Any time I feel like that’s a possibility, I’ll tell you. I won’t sneak around. We can discuss it. I won’t go out and get drunk, party. Not without you.”

“Okay. What you’re saying is that, if you are tempted, I’ll know about it. That’s good. But if I say no way, then you won’t?”

“Yes.”

“Promise?”

“I promise. I love you. I don’t ever want to hurt you.”

“I have this to say as well. So far we’ve been together, but we always had other outlets, other people in our beds. Well, except for the last few months. If we get married, I will…I mean it…I will expect you to be for me and only me. I give you the same promise. Not even Mrs. Brown.”

“Done,” she said. She kissed me. “When do I get a ring?”

I pulled a small box out of my pocket. “Now.” I showed her what I picked out, a small gold band with F & M inscribed in script.

“It’s beautiful, Fran. So beautiful.”

“Just like you, Molly.”

We set the date for a weekend when the team had a bye. Marty would also be in Baltimore, not on the road. A Saturday afternoon wedding at a small park, with an indoor pavilion. Dinner at a hotel, with dancing after. I left the details to Molly, Twyla and their mothers. I had Molly sign a pre-nup, but a generous one. The only thing was if there was infidelity on her part, she would leave with a much lesser amount. If on my part, I agreed not to contest a 50/50 split. I really hoped it would never get used.

It all went off like clockwork. Our wedding vows promised eternal fidelity. We kissed, ate dinner, danced, had a great time. Jeff and Twyla, Marty, Kicker all had fun. Molly danced with all of them, including Twyla — a fast dance but sexy. Some eyebrows were raised.

We went to the Keys for two weeks. Not full-on season, but nice. I started to learn how to sail. We had a great time.

The guys each had pretty good seasons in their first pro year. Neither team went past the first play off round. But Kicker, who started as just a punter, won the place-kicking job as well. His percentage was in the top three of the league. Marty caught a lot of short passes. So did Jeff. He was being used primarily as an H Back type of receiver. A lot of hits across the middle, though. I worried about that. It seemed to me that all of it might be cumulative.

I bought a gym, really a fitness center, about two miles from our house. I thought of it as a hobby. Kicker and Jeff used it all winter and spring, along with the team facilities. It was good for business to have them working out there. Some of the other team guys came in the spring as well.

I hired a trainer specializing in self-defense. We had a lot of interest in that, and so I got another guy. “Self-defense” was a term that encompassed punching, kicking, throws, counters. One thing — insurance costs went up. Not enough to spike the profit.

Kicker and Jeff really liked the ‘self-defense’ class. One of the guys, Charlie, had Kicker kicking a heavy bag, high kicks. I wondered about it. But Kicker said it might increase his range. My programming kept me busy in the mornings, after Molly left for work. But just after lunch I would go to the gym and do ‘self-defense.’ It was getting me in great shape. I had quickness and was building strength.

Life went on. Twyla got pregnant, a boy. Joseph was born in December, just after Christmas. Poor kid.

Three years passed, with basically the same football situation. In his fourth year Kicker took a hard hit from a blocker on a punt return. His kicking leg was badly broken. I guess that’s why NFL teams separate kicking duties. You had to hand it to Kicker, though. He went right after the ball carrier, trying for the saving tackle. He still had his long term contract.

Kicker bought a condo about two miles from our neighborhood. Marty still had his ‘farm.’ Kicker became somewhat of a celebrity, since he went out clubbing a lot in the off season. He was handsome and well-known. He got his picture in the papers often, dancing with a good-looking woman. They usually came home with him, but never more than once or twice. After the injury, it took him quite a while to get back into the club scene. He was morose, and he hung out at our house, or at Jeff’s, a lot.

Marty also had children. He had a harem, on the farm. There were four, then five women there for him. He didn’t marry them, but he supported them and their children. One woman, Betsy, was his favorite. She was a little older than the rest, had a ten year old son and functioned like a den mother. I loved our visits to the farm. Lots of kids running around, lots of good-looking women. Betsy especially interested me. If not for my promise to Molly, I would have tried for her. After all, she wasn’t married.

Molly got pregnant, on purpose, eighteen months after we moved to Virginia. Blake was born, and Mary quickly followed. Molly took long leave from her work, both times. She started working from home for a while. I almost always worked from home. So the kids had a lot of parenting. When the kids were young, they saw a lot of Kicker, who hung around as he rehabbed. They loved him. He played with them when I was busy. He was almost underfoot. He was good with them.

He recovered, however, and resumed place kicking. Not punting, except in emergencies.

The kids grew up and went to school, sad to say. Molly went back to work. Jeff had some good seasons, one injury riddled one, and then some more decent ones. Twyla had another child, a daughter Jenna. She was a real firecracker, same age as Mary. They were close.

After eight seasons Kicker retired. Or, to be precise, he was cut because his range diminished. He had made some bucks. He still lived in his condo, and entertained. He began hanging out with us in the neighborhood.

Of course, we had lived in this same neighborhood since college. Jeff, Twyla, Molly and I had made friends there. We met parents who had kids the same age as ours. Saw them at soccer games. (Jeff wouldn’t allow Joseph (Jojo) to play football. Jojo was a good soccer player, and great at kiddie basketball.)

We had barbeques, dinners, PTA meetings, and other social events. Molly always invited Kicker to these. Often, he would bring a young lady. That made him popular with the neighborhood husbands. He was already popular with the wives.

I was doing a program to integrate some three-dimension graphics with other military programs. It was contracted by the Army. I had a visitor one day, when I was at the house with Kicker. It was a smallish, dark guy, who told me he was with the Israeli government, and showed identification. He wanted to discuss hiring me for a job very similar to the one I was doing for the Army. I was pleasant to him. I introduced him to Kicker. Then I sent him away. I called my contact with the Army, told him about the visit. He told me that he’d send a team around that day. They came a few minutes after Kicker went to the gym. They went over the house with some equipment to check for devices. None. They installed some cameras in the downstairs. If he came back, they wanted pictures. They installed security. I already had that, but theirs was more sophisticated. I made sure that the data was also downloaded to a lap top upstairs. I completed the program for the Army with no further visits, or security incidents. Molly’s work was getting much more intense, since she had risen at the company. She was gone from seven a.m. until after six. That meant that I was now the main caretaker for the kids. They were in grade school, and I participated in car pooling for sports. I got to know several of the moms. Some of them came on to me. Many of them were interested in Kicker. He was often at my house or Jeff’s, and he would go to the kids’ games and do car-pooling. I warned Kicker away from that. It was only trouble, and he had single women to help him out when he needed it. Kicker took my advice, mostly, I believe.

One day I realized that Kicker had become a big part of our family life. On the weekends, he would be around for all the social functions. Jeff and Twyla and their kids as well. Sometimes we’d all go out to Marty’s farm, see how many children he had now. All in all, life was peaceful and good.

Molly and I were doing well, sexually. We seemed never to have lost our passion. When she started working more, it slacked off a little, but became more intense. I did notice, a few times, that Kicker and Molly would be touchy feely on the weekends. One day a friend, Dave Jenkins, asked about that.

“What’s up with Kicker and Molly? They seem close.” He was, I believe, trying to give me a heads up.

“What makes you say that?”

“You know, at your house they’re always sort of affectionate. He’s a hound, but he doesn’t do that with the other women. I just wondered.”

“I’ll keep it in mind. You know, he’s around so much since he stopped playing, he’s become a fixture.”

I did keep an eye, and I noticed that Kicker and Molly were a little too affectionate, even in public. I decided to ask her about it.

“Hey, Molly, I was thinking that Kicker has been hanging around a lot lately. I don’t think it’s good for him. What do you think?”

“I like him being around. He’s a hoot, and the kids like him.”

“A guy spoke to me about him last week. He said that you and Kicker seemed real close. He meant sexually.”

“I have not had any sort of contact with him that way. No way. I do like him. Maybe people see that. I’ll be a little more careful. You know, we have our past between us, and that may come through.”

Two years later Molly came to me one evening after the kids were in bed, if not asleep.

“I’m feeling restless,” she said. “I promised to talk to you if that happened. A guy at work is coming on to me. And I confess that lately Kicker has seemed more appealing. None of this is your fault. But, I don’t want to fuck up. I wonder if monogamy….is realistic.”

“What’s the guy’s name, at work?”

“Why do you want that? Please don’t go all he-man on me. He’s a salesman for the company, big lot PCR kits. He’s very good at sales and he’s…..attractive.”

“Name?”

“Harry Baxter.”

“And you haven’t done anything with him?

“Nothing sexual. I went to lunch with him last week. He’s definitely trying to get into my panties. He doesn’t really hide that.”

“And you’re bringing it up because…..you’re tempted?”

“I guess so. Even though I know what he is, I still…..He’s still attractive, and attentive.”

“What about Kicker? Is he coming on to you?”

“No more than usual. He’s always been kind of open about wanting more from me. He’s not obnoxious about it.”

“Let me consider the problem. Meanwhile, no outside sex. I mean that. Stay away from Baxter. No lunches, no flirting. Nada.”

“Okay. I’m sorry. It’s been ten plus years since I had another guy. Maybe I’m just a slut at bottom.”

“You kept your promise to talk to me. You also promised to be faithful, if I said no. For now, I’m saying no.”

The next day, I went to the computer about Harry Baxter. I found out that he had a long history with married women. I got in touch with another computer nerd guy I knew. I set him the task of delving further into Baxter. It didn’t take long to understand that the guy was real bad news. It also didn’t take long to understand that he was extremely effective at what he did. That was bedding married women. His name was in several divorce papers. He’d been employed at Molly’s firm for about seven months.

I printed out the material about Baxter, and left it on Molly’s home computer desk, in a folder. That evening she came in my office late, having read the Baxter dossier.

“All right, Frannie, I see that Baxter is big trouble. He’s also been after Mona Bridger. I’ll warn her off.”

“So, we’re all right about Baxter? He’s completely cut off?”

“Yes. Creep. Charming, though, and good looking.”

“I’m not reassured, somehow, by that answer.”

“I will not have anything more to do with him. Period.”

“Okay, but what about your general desire for a new cock? Because that’s what it right?”

“Yes. Well, in Kicker’s case, a new old cock. Don’t you ever want other women?”

“Sometimes. Not often. I’m really attracted to Marty’s main squeeze, Betsy. But I never came on to her.” We let it go at that.

About three days after this conversation, I got a call from the Army contact I had when I did the program for them. He asked if the small Israeli guy had been around again. I told him no. He said that the guy was not Israeli, but Iranian. He told me to beef up security at home. I followed up on that the next day, when Molly and the kids were not home. Outdoor cameras were installed. An alarm system was primed to monitor things indoors. It connected to the main office of the alarm company, for them to monitor. It seems that what I wrote for the Army had assumed some importance, in ways I did not yet understand.

Molly was aware of the changes. I explained about the Army contract. I told her she didn’t have anything to worry about. It was just a precaution. I believed that. No one would gain anything by dispatching me, so far as I knew.

Things moved along for some weeks. I made an extra special effort in bed with Molly. She appreciated it. She made that very clear. I appreciated that.

It was a Friday when I got a call from Mona Bridger’s husband, Peter. I had met him at her company functions.

“Fran, have you heard of a guy called Harry Baxter?”

“Molly mentioned him a while back. She said he was a hound, and was coming after her and Mona, too. She said she’d warn Mona. What’s up?”

“I have information that he, Mona and Molly went out for drinks last night. At Angelo’s. Was Molly late?”

“No. Well not real late. Maybe forty-five minutes. How about Mona?”

“An hour. Nothing happened except drinks, flirting. I’ve been having Mona watched.”

“I can ask Molly about it, if you like.”

“Please. Let me know how that goes.”

When Molly got home, on time, I was relieved. I had dropped the kids at my Mom’s house earlier. They were here for an overnight, because my sister was visiting.

“Molly,” I said, “Have you seen that guy Baxter lately?”

She flushed, “I had hoped to keep you out of that,” she said softly. “I’m making an effort on Mona’s behalf. She’s about to do something that’ll screw up her life. She was going out for drinks with Baxter. I invited myself. I should have told you, though.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I thought it might cause needless trouble.”

“What do you think I should tell her husband? Maybe he should have Baxter whacked.”

“Fran! Oh geeze, I hope you were joking.”

“I hear he’s in the trash hauling business. Harry Baxter might end up dumped.”

“Oh my God. Oh.” She seemed really distraught. I began to wonder who she would warn, Mona or Baxter. I decided to let it ride and find out.

“Whatever. I was really joking. I don’t know enough about him to say that seriously.”

That night, for some reason, Molly was particularly ardent. She jumped my bones as soon as I came out of the shower. Not an unpleasant experience. But that added to my nascent suspicions.

The next day I decided to go out to our weekend house, because I had to check on the propane tanks. I was going to stay overnight, come back Sunday morning. The tanks were still okay, half full. I scheduled a delivery for November. I decided to take a bike ride along the paved road, then up a few hills and around an eight-mile loop. It was one of my favorite country workouts.

I was still on the first, paved road mile when I ended up wrapped around a tree.

RECOVERY

Molly and the kids came to see me the day after the police. The kids at first seemed abashed. But they soon saw it was just me underneath the bandages. We had a good talk. They told me about their school, games, and their friends. They said that Kicker was taking my place coaching Blake’s soccer team. That seemed fine, after all he could kick. Molly shooed the kids outside after about half an hour.

She said, “You looked like you were getting tired. I needed to speak to you about some things.”

“What? Money?”

“Yes. I see that deposits into the account have stopped. I assume you know about the forty thousand or so. I wanted to explain. I lent the money to Kicker. He was in a bind. He said a temporary bind. I had our accountant look over his stuff. He agreed that the shortfall was temporary. So I lent him the money. I thought you wouldn’t mind.”

“Okay. I don’t mind. I take it that he has been a big help to you while I was out of it.”

“Yep. He’s around every day. What else — SusieQ is back in his life. She showed up, licking her wounds from a divorce. She and Kicker are close again.”

“Does she have kids?”

“A little girl, Frannie — imagine that. She’s eight. Her name is Elise. Her father is in Europe, not coming back. Kicker is getting to know her.”

“Sounds okay.”

“They’re at our house. All three.” She looked uncomfortable.

“Why? Kicker has a condo.”

“We all just thought that she’d be more comfortable with lots of people, some kids, around. I mean Elise. Not SusieQ.”

“Lots of changes since I went down. ”

“When do you think you’ll get out of this place?”

“I have to go to rehab, they say. Maybe tomorrow, if I can walk today. In fact, here they come now.”

A young woman came in with a walker. Molly said goodbye. When the door opened, I saw Kicker outside with my kids. I confess that I wondered what was going on at my house. I did get out of bed. I hurt all over, but I plowed through that pain. Really, I welcomed it. My initial foray took 30 minutes. Linda, my nurse, was very pleased. I believed that all that ‘self-defense’ practice had strengthened my body such that I could make a come-back.

After a brief rest, I used a cell phone lent to me to order another cell delivered. I also called my nerd buddy, Bing. I asked him to obtain someone to watch my house, and report what was happening there. In an hour, I had my new phone. I activated it, called Bing. He’d already made arrangements, to start immediately.

I slept. I was awakened when a State Police investigator came to speak to me. He had heard that I was headed to rehab. He had some questions about my life before the assault. II informed him that the Army had upped security on me; that my wife had lent Kicker money, that a man named Harry Baxter had pursued my wife prior to the assault. He seemed most interested in the Army material. He brought up a photo of Kicker on his phone. I Id’d him. Then he brought up a photo of Harry Baxter. I had never met Baxter, but had investigated him. I identified him. The investigator told me that the pick-up truck that hit me had been found, driven by a teenager from DC. Someone had left it in Southeast, keys inside. It had been stolen from a farm outside DC, about twenty miles from where it hit me. Tests were being run on the truck, but it was sure that that truck was the one used. The biker had Id’d it.

I was placed in a rehab center near my house the next day. I went by ambulance. But I walked into the place, with a walker. Molly came to see me that evening. She gave me a big kiss. A hot kiss.

“I’m really missing you, babe.”

“Can’t say I thought too much about sex lately,” I replied. “Soon, though.”

“The kids will come to see you tomorrow, my Mom will bring them. I have to work.”

“Great. How’re Kicker and Susie?”

“They’re doing ok. They make a lot of noise.”

“Ah…well good for them.”

“Kicker always said he wanted a family. Maybe he has an instant family now. He’s always been so good with kids. I think Elise likes him.”

We chatted for a while, then she left. I phoned Bing for a report. Nothing unusual at the house. Molly three kids, Kicker and Susie were there, coming and going, eating meals, sleeping there. The report didn’t say who slept where or with whom. I wasn’t really suspicious, but the forty thousand, and Molly’s mood prior to the assault made me want more information.

A week went by. Kicker and Susie visited one day with the kids. My parents and sister came by. I was working my tail off at rehab. I made some arrangements to move to a place I located on the internet. I also called Jeff.

“Hi, Jeff, it’s Fran.”

“Hey, how’re you doing? Sorry I haven’t been by. Two straight travel games.”

“I’m busting ass to get back to normal. Gonna take a minute, though. Any news on your end?”

He hesitated, “Well, not really.”

“What’s the hesitation?”

“You know, Kicker and SusieQ and her daughter are living at your house.”

“I know. What do you know? You’re very uncomfortable.”

“I don’t know anything.”

“Is Twyla there? Please put her on.”

Twyla came on, “Hey Fran, how are you?”

“What is it that Jeff won’t say?”

“We were over at your house the other day — Friday evening. It just seemed like Molly and Kicker — and Susie — were into something. I don’t know what, though. Didn’t ask.”

“That’s it? You think maybe they’re all sleeping in one bed?”

“I don’t know that. Hope not, since you don’t seem to know.”

Then we spoke about my rehab plans. I told them I was going to Benjamin Ho’s facility. He provided a different type of rehab, emphasizing calming massage, coupled with stringent physical activity. Jeff had heard of it. We talked rehab. He’d been through two and a half.

I was happy to have heard from them, but troubled by their perceptions. Reports from the house were the same.

My rehab with Ho was a revelation. I spent the first few hours getting a massage, complete with smells and music. Then Ho came around, pulled me out to a gym with a mat. He put me through a grueling workout, walking, walking at speed. Sitting and standing. It was my hip that hurt the most. The shoulder was still partly immobilized, but I could use my hand. After the workout, I soaked in a warm tub. Then another massage. This routine went on for four days. No visitors. On the fifth day I did a television call with Molly and the kids. It was great. The next day Molly and Kicker came out to see me at lunch. I had been through the morning routine. And……I was feeling tired, but satisfied.

“You’re looking good, Fran,” Molly said, with a big smile.

“Thanks, this place is doing me a lot of good.”

Kicker said, “When do you think you can get home?”

I looked at him for a while, without saying anything. It made him nervous. I looked at Molly, also without speaking.

“Is there something I should know? Why are you both here, anyway.”

“Fran,” Molly said. “We haven’t strayed. I can’t say I’m not tempted. But SusieQ probably saved that situation.”

“Kicker? What do you have to say?”

He looked down. “I want her bad. But we haven’t done it.”

“What have you done, then?”

Neither replied. “Look,” I said, I don’t know what might happen when I come home, which won’t be for a while. BUT I DON’T WANT YOU FUCKING OTHER PEOPLE WHILE I’M LAID UP. I DON’T WANT YOU GIVING BLOW JOBS, GETTING LICKED, KISSED. NOTHING!!!!” This was almost shouted, and the peaceful atmosphere disappeared.

Kicker held up his hands. “Understood.”

Molly said nothing. I got up. I walked, limped, away. I needed a massage to relax. Surprisingly, it worked. I told Ho that I needed to make a trip that evening. Maybe an overnight. He wasn’t happy. However, he seemed to understand.

At 9:00pm I had a driver pick me up. I was dressed in jeans and sneakers, a light jacket. It was 10:00 when I turned the key in the front door, disarmed the alarm. There were lights in the kitchen. I walked back there. I stopped short.

Molly and SusieQ were at the table, talking.

SusieQ was saying, “…can’t see what isn’t there.”

Molly replied, “Well, things haven’t all been innocent. Not completely. Kicker wanted a lot and only got a small favor. But I don’t think Fran would understand.”

“Just use a tool. For God’s sake, Molly. It’ll only be a few more weeks. Maybe less.”

“Yeah. Also, that guy Harry came by just after Fran was hit. Right away he started hitting on me. I kicked him out. But he’s just as tempting as Kicker, and I see him every day at work.”

“Didn’t he get it on with your co-worker? Isn’t that enough?”

“Yes. He did. But no, apparently not.”

I walked into the room. “Hi, ladies!” They both jumped like they had been shot.

“Fran, why are you here?”

“Just checking in. Thought I’d stay the night and go back tomorrow morning.”

“Oh,” Molly said.

“C’mon. Let’s go upstairs.” I walked slowly up the stairs, into the master bedroom. Kicker was there, lying on the bed in his underwear. He jumped when he saw me.

“Geeze, Fran. What…..?”

“Why are you in my bed, Kicker?”

“Me and SusieQ sleep here. Molly is in the guest room, with twin beds. Sorry. I’m telling you, Fran, I haven’t done anything wrong. Not that it would really be wrong.”

I got a pair of my pajamas from the lower drawer. I walked out. Molly was at the top of the stairs. She gestured to the guest room. Her sleepwear was laid out there.

“Bet you were surprised to see Kicker in your spot, eh?” She was laughing at me.

“Not so funny, Molly.”

She just came up to me and hugged me. She gave me a kiss, then another hotter kiss. I had not had sex for weeks. I did beat off starting last week. Twice. I was here for more, but Molly was going to have to be gentle. I told her so.

“Okay. I’ll see if I can get the job done without major injury.”

By the time she finished that statement, she was naked, and the door was closed. I unbuttoned my shirt, my pants, dropped them. Molly pulled down my boxers, as I kicked off my shoes. She took my hard cock into her mouth. And I got a blow job, to completion. She swallowed. She was rubbing her clit. She moved onto the bed, spread her legs. I pulled my face into her, licked her slowly, then faster, then really fast. He came hard. I was hard. She pushed me onto my back and carefully mounted me. She started slowly.

“Okay? You’re still hard. I hope I don’t hurt you….much.”

My hip hurt, but not enough to ruin the sex. Molly sped up and had another orgasm, then another, as I came inside her. She got off me slowly, sat on the edge of the twin bed.

“I really needed that, Fran. Things were getting difficult without you.”

“I’m so happy to hear that, Molly.”

We slept in separate beds. In the morning, I got up, showered, brushed as she showered. The she pulled me between her legs. She saw I was hard.

“Let’s try it this way.”

It worked. I didn’t have any real pain. We both got off. Then we headed to breakfast, which I smelled already.

I was headed back to rehab at around 7:30 when Kicker asked to walk with me for a second.

“I want to apologize and explain about Molly. Ever since school I’ve been in love with her. It almost killed me when she cut me off senior year. I’ve tried to keep from coming on with her. Sometimes I failed. But, she and I haven’t done anything since junior year. Except she gave me a hand job through my shorts a few days ago. I apologize.

“Okay. When I get home, we can discuss all this. I have a lot to think about.”

I spent another two weeks at Ho’s. At the end I was running. Just 100 yards, but still. I had gone home to Molly twice, for the same reason.

I had also given a lot of thought to our marriage, and Molly. She and the kids were my world. I had some ideas. (And I hoped they involved Betsy. And Twyla, too.)

What else I gave thought to was just who had run me down. From the questions asked by the police, they were focused upon the Iranian, or Harry Baxter, or, improbable to me, Kicker and Molly. The Iranian, or whoever he worked for, didn’t seem to have motive to kill me. Kicker and Molly were out as far as I was concerned. But the cops saw them as having motive — my money, and for Kicker, my wife. That left Harry Baxter or some random shitkicker. Baxter might have thought that without me around, he could have Molly. I wasn’t buying it, though. He had many other targets. So I leaned to a random asshole.

The first day I got home, there was a ‘small’ party for me. We had a steak grill, with vegies, beer, pasta, cake. It wasn’t so small, after all, when Marty showed up with the five women and all his kids — ten total, ranging from one to Betsy’s teenager, who was adopted by Marty. Jeff and Twyla, their kids, Kicker, SusieQ. My mom and dad, Molly’s too. Some friends from the neighborhood. Lots of music. I even danced. I had been good at it before the meeting with the pick-up. Not as much now. Had to work on it.

I looked at these people, especially the ones from university, as my family. Because of Molly’s sexual restlessness, I wanted to work out some way to proceed without her leaving or cheating in a weak moment. I thought of it as partly my responsibility. After all, I had known well when we married that Molly was, in short, a slut, and so a risk. I actually liked Molly’s slutty ways, when we were younger. I wasn’t possessive. At least not overly so. I shared her with Jeff (and Twyla, but somehow that was different). I thought about Marty and his five women and ten children. I wondered how he managed, and how the women managed.

The next day I called Marty. He was home, and invited me to come to his farm. At the party he had told me that he was in the process of relocating. The house was cramped, and he intended to retire after the year. He was going to sell up. He bought a piece of land beyond Dulles airport, twenty-seven acres, with a lake. A larger house was in process, with a foundation being dug. That was news to me. But it meant that he and his clan would be within a thirty-minute drive of us, even in rush hour.

Now I arrived at the farm, regarded it with a nostalgic eye, knowing his plans. He greeted me, and Betsy was with him. Most of the kids were off in school. The women were at work, he said. Betsy had her youngest, a three year old boy.

“What’s up, Fran? Looks like you made a good recovery from the hit and run.”

“Yep, almost back to normal. Little pain in the hip, some in the shoulder. They say it’ll go away. I’m back doing ‘self-defense.'”

Betsy said, “What’s that?”

“Just some kicking and punching. You know, makes you feel like a real man. But also it strengthens your entire body. That’s what saved me, I think, when I got hit.”

“I’m happy you did it then,” she smiled. “You’re worth saving.” She was so cute.

We all went inside. Marty got me a beer, and one for Betsy.

I said, “I was thinking lately about life styles, jealousy, monogamy and all that. Molly’s been restless.”

Marty laughed, “Send her on out here and we’ll take care of that. Maybe once a month.”

“I…wondered how all of you manage to do what you’re doing here. Like a commune. Betsy, don’t the women get jealous?”

“Yes, we do. We work through it, and it gets easier. You know, just because we live here, and have Marty’s kids, doesn’t mean we’re exclusive with him. Some of us are, some not.”

“No shit. I didn’t know that. It must make it difficult, Marty?”

“Nah, I like the life we live. Betsy used to go off for a weekend, once in a while. Not so much now. But I didn’t feel as if I could complain. You know, lots of women here.”

Betsy wanted to know, “Why are you here asking? Are you and Molly opening up? Oh, man!”

“She’s restless. We had the thing with Jeff and Twyla. That worked okay. But then we all got married, and it stopped. That worked for a long time. Maybe it’s not working now.”

Marty said, “Just havta overcome possessiveness. Not so easy, though. But you did it before. What difference does a marriage paper make? I’m not married.”

“Easier said than done, overcoming. I don’t see a lot of choice, though.”

Betsy said, “If you do open up, please give me a shout.” She looked at Marty.

Marty chuckled, “I always saw a real spark between you two. Easy to see now.” He was looking at my crotch.

I was a little embarrassed. But I didn’t shy off. “I’ll call as soon as we work things out, believe me.” I was growing by the minute.

Betsy looked straight at my erection. “I see some true potential there. Maybe we can tap into that now.”

“Hmmm. Better not. But I won’t be too long, if that’s okay with Marty.”

“Okay with me,” he said.

When I returned home, a State Police car was just pulling up. A trooper got out, walked up to me.

“Mr. Allison? I’m Sergeant O’Brien. I have some news about your assault.”

I opened the door. “Come on in.”

Molly and Kicker were in the kitchen. I gave the Sergeant a cup of coffee. I explained that he was here about the assault.

“When we found the truck, we thought that there was no hope of connecting any relevant person to it, since many other people drove it. But we went ahead anyway. We have something that has led us to get a warrant. On a cigarette butt, we found DNA matching that of Harrold Owen Baxter.”

Molly was flabbergasted. “Harry? Harry ran down Fran? Why?”

“We don’t know why. We can’t find Mr. Baxter. He seems to have dropped off the face of the Earth. We have a nationwide lookout for him. That’s really why I came here. We want to warn you to be careful until we get this guy. I see you have security. Just be on the watch.”

“Sure,” I said. Please keep us up to date.”

He left, after finishing his coffee and explaining a bit about what a nationwide lookout was. I explained to him that my research into Baxter included an instance where the husband of one of his conquests attacked Baxter, but was later severely injured in an auto accident. He took details.

SusieQ had come in on the conversation. She asked, “Who is this guy?”

“He works at my company, as a salesman. He was making a play for me, just before Fran got knocked down. I cannot believe that he was so…..focused, I guess, on me.”

“He got to Mona, right Molly?”

“I do think he did. I’m maybe 90% sure of that. Mona has been subdued lately. She has stayed away from Harry. You know, I haven’t seen him for a few days. Just thought he was out selling.”

“Now, I want to change the subject, since we’re all here and the kids are outside. Molly has been, um….restless lately, sexually. I thought maybe you two could help her out.”

“Fran!” Molly seemed shocked. “I never asked for that. I…it wouldn’t feel right.”

Kicker piped up, “It would seem right to me.”

“Me, too,” SusieQ added. She wasn’t looking at Molly when she spoke. She was looking right at me. She licked her lips. Molly noticed this.

“What do you propose, Fran?” Molly’s curiosity seemed aroused. Maybe more than that. “Do you want a swap. Me for SusieQ?”

“I…this isn’t easy for me. Nevermind that all of us have had each other…..well except for me and Kicker. I just was out talking to Marty about how he manages. We discussed jealousy and possessiveness. I feel like Molly is the love of my life. But I also love other people, including you two. Not the same, but, you know.”

Molly said, “When you talked to Marty, was Betsy there?” She leered at me. She was only partly joking, though.

“Yes, she was part of that conversation. You need to get over your possessiveness and jealousy. We didn’t do anything.” I also was only partly joking. Molly knew how much I fancied Betsy. We had discussed it before.

“But, if we open up, you will do something with her. Lots of stuff.” Molly was somewhat thoughtful when she said this. She knew that the feeling I had for Betsy was not just lust. (Of course, lust led the field.)

I said, “One step at a time. I promise you, Molly, that you are number one with me, and always will be. I just want to see what it might be like here, with us, to start.”

SusieQ said, “I have some really vivid memories of what Molly and I had going with you in school. Really intense memories, Fran.” She stood up. She was tall and strong. I was on a kitchen stool. She ran her hand through my hair. It was a possessive gesture. I looked at Molly. She wasn’t concerned with me. She was looking at Kicker. It would have gone down right there, if the kids hadn’t been in the yard. It almost did anyway. SusieQ pulled me to her and stuck her tongue into my mouth. When we came up for air, Kicker had Molly in a full body kiss.

I was shaky when I said, “The kids!” The two of the broke it.

Molly said, “I’ll call some pizza for dinner. All this will have to wait until after bed time.”

It was an evening filled with sexual tension. The three kids were happy with the pizza and didn’t seem to notice. I played a video game with all of them and Kicker after dinner. The women were off in the kitchen, ostensibly cleaning up, but really planning. Kicker and I lost the game, and we took them upstairs at 8:30. We were coming back down at 9:00, on the stairs.

Kicker said, “Are you sure about this, Fran. Much as I want it, I don’t want to fuck things up, so to speak.”

“I thought it through. Gotta happen. I know there are risks. For all of us. But, risky not to as well. Go for it.”

Molly and Susie were in the living room. When Kicker and I walked in, there was a hush, and an atmosphere of vibrant expectation.

Molly said, “We decided to pair up, now. We decided to be sure that, for now, we wake up in our own beds in the morning. The kids. Maybe not always that way.”

They had agreed on the rules. SusieQ stood up and almost broke my spine with a hug. Molly and Kicker were on the stairs. They went to Kicker’s room. SusieQ and I hied on into the master bedroom. She closed the door, turned to me and commanded me to strip.

The thing I had with Susie and Molly in school involved me being submissive. SusieQ really got off on that. Molly went along. She liked the vibe from SusieQ. We only did it a few times. Susie explained one day that the three football guys were so strong, and she liked to wrestle them and lose. But she was as big as me, 5’9,” and she was as strong as I was then. She was lean but with a good female figure. When we wrestled, I lost. In fact, I didn’t try very hard to win. I don’t know if I could have won.

Now, SusieQ was ready to pick that right up. Who was I to object? I took off all my clothes, stood there, naked and hard.

SusieQ said, “Still a big cock, and on such a little frame. Makes a girl aggressive. You know, when I moved in here, you were just as strong as the rest. But now, not so. I could put you on my shoulder and carry you. On your knees!”

She took her clothes off as I watched from my knees. She pushed my face into her crotch. I licked her until she came. Then she pulled me up and threw me onto the bed. God, she was strong. She pinned me down, kissed me, felt me up, all over. She was totally in control and we both loved that.

She fucked me on top. First slow, then hard. She came two times before I did. We rested and then she sat right down on my face. Messy. I was hard anyway. She had another orgasm, rolled off.