Closure


   Her legs were open and the man was caught in the photograph slamming his
hard cock in her pussy.  The next photo was her being fucked from behind.
She had a look of pure lust on her beautiful face.  The other ones were
similar in nature.  Photos of her being fucked in a variety of positions. I
was looking at the photographs because it was raining.  I'll explain.



   I was finally getting around to cleaning the garage.  Lori, my wife had
been on my ass for over a year.  Paul Ryan, that's me, doesn't like to get
in a hurry about some things.  Cleaning out the garage was one of them.  I
tried to explain to Lori that it was something that needed the perfect time
to start.



   Because it was raining to hard for golf and it was a Saturday, Lori
deemed it the perfect time for me to get my ass in gear.  It amazed me how
much shit two people could accumulate and why we bothered to keep it.



   Lori and I had been married nearly half of our lives.  I married my
beautiful bride the summer after we graduated from college.  Only the young
could have managed to do what we did.  After we both finally made it
through college and Lori finished her nurses training.  I went on to law
school and now we both work at our chosen profession and we both love what
we do.



   Lori and I started out the same age, but somewhere over the years I got
ahead of her.  I'm forty-one and she's holding at thirty-nine.  I'll have
to admit the years have been kinder to her then they have to me.  She can
still turn heads.  Except for a few wrinkles around her eyes she could pass
for twenty-nine in a heartbeat.  Her big beautiful breasts are still works
of art and only sag a little bit from their own weight.  Thirty-eight D, if
you must know.  Lori keeps herself fit by working out.



   Like most young professionals we wanted to get started professionally
before having a family.  When we did decide to have children we found out
Lori couldn't conceive.  It took some time for us to get over that news. 
Except for her nagging me about the state of the garage, she's nearly
perfect.



   While I toiled in the hot garage, Lori kept me supplied with cold beer.
I wasn't fooled because I knew she was doing that just to keep an eye on
me. My good wife brought me a sandwich at lunch.  By that time I had
already made a hundred trips to the curb with crap.  You could see that I
had been busy because you could actually see parts of the concrete floor.



   Not long after we moved in to the house, I build some shelves along one
side of the three car garage.  They were packed with boxes and other junk.
That's where I was when Lori came out with another beer.



   "Standing there looking at it won't get the job done, boy," she chided
me.  I thought that would have been a great time to tell me what a
Herculean job I had already done and declare it enough for one day.  Not my
Lori.  Apparently her view was, 'never mind the mule, load the wagon'.



   "I'm not sure what to do with all that shit," I told her.  "I might
throw something away that you would want to keep."



   "Nice try, Sport," she said laughing.  "Throw it all away for all I
care. Anything I want to keep is in the house.  That's mostly all your
stuff, so have at it.  I'm going to the store.  Anything you need?"



   "Beer."



   "On the list.  Anything else?" I told her some pretzels and chips would
also be nice.  I didn't have any hope of getting any.  The quacks had
noticed my blood pressure was up a bit and Lori considered their
recommended diet to be written in stone.  I put my foot down at no beer and
Lori had conceded, but salty stuff was only a fond dream.  I watched her
drive away and set out on the task ahead of me.



   Lori was right.  Most of the stuff on the shelves was mine Twenty years
of accumulated junk.  Old records, magazines and the like.  That's how I
ran across the photographs.  They were in a cigar box inside another larger
box.



   The instant photos had been taken nearly twenty years previous.  I know
because I had been the photographer.  They were faded, but not much.  The
guy on the backside of the cock that was in Lori was my best friend, Dallas
Murphy.  I had not seen the pictures in almost twenty years when I put them
in the cigar box and stored them away.



   Seeing the pictures brought back a flood of memories.  They also gave me
an instant boner.  I took some of them not very long before Lori and I got
married.  We were living together while I went to school.  Lori was working
as a nurse and supporting us while trying to get her master's degree.



   I had to smile looking at the old photos.  That was what we did for fun
because it didn't cost anything.  I remembered the first time I shared my
soon to be wife with Dallas.



   Dallas had scored some weed and we were smoking a joint, drinking some
wine, and getting high.  It was a hot night and the air-conditioner wasn't
doing much of a job to keep it comfortable in our small apartment.  Lori
had stripped down to shorts and a tee shirt.  Dallas and I were down to
just shorts.  After a while as we got mellow we stopped noticing how damned
hot it was.  I started fooling around with Lori and got her shirt off. 
Neither of us were paying much attention to my buddy who sat watching us.
If Dallas hadn't gasped loudly at the sight of her naked breasts, I guess
we would have completely forgot him.



   "Are you enjoying the show, Dallas?" Lori asked with a tipsy giggle.



   "You bet," he answered.  "I knew you had to have great tits and now I'm
finally getting to see them." Lori giggled.  I went back to nibbling on her
hard nipples.



   Blame it on the wine, the weed, the heat, or whatever, but I asked him
if he wanted to help me play with her tits.  Next thing I knew he was
beside us on the ratty old couch his mouth clamped on one nipple.  It
didn't take long before Lori was a seething caldron of passion.  She was
sizzling and ready to fuck.



   Since I was the host, I offered Lori's pussy to Dallas first.  He
pounced on her like a cat on a mouse.  I got sloppy seconds and he got even
sloppier thirds.  That night set a pattern.  Dallas was in Lori's cunt
almost as much as I was.  Even after we tied the knot.  Two days after I
was admitted to the bar, Dallas shipped off .  He was Naval ROTC, and he
was killed in some sort of freakish training accident a couple of months
later.



   Looking at the old pictures, I found that tears were streaming down my
face when I saw one that clearly showed his face.  I hadn't realized how
much I missed him even though the years had softened the hurt.  After we
got the news that Dallas had been killed, his name, for some bizarre
reason, wasn't ever mentioned by us again.  Neither was the subject of sex
with others mentioned.  It was almost like Lori and I suddenly became two
completely different people.



   I was still looking at the photos when Lori returned almost an hour
later.  I put them back in the box and returned the box to the shelve then
I went to help her carry in the groceries.

   ***



   "What's wrong, Paul," Lori asked me.  We were in bed for the night. 
"Did you over-do it today in the garage?" I almost told her that I was
dieing from the stress of working in that damned garage, but I knew she
wouldn't think it funny.



   "No, I didn't over-do it," I said.  "What makes you think something is
wrong?"



   "You've been quiet all afternoon and evening.  What's got your goat,
Paul?" I didn't answer her for a long while.



   "I was thinking about Dallas," I finally said.  "I guess it put me in a
funk." Of course she kept on digging until I told her about the old
photographs.  She went silent for a few minutes.



   "I forgot all about them.  They were in the garage?"



   "Yes, I forgot about them, too."



   "Can I see them?" she asked quietly.



   "Now?"



   "Yes, please," she answered.  I got out of bed and went out and got
them.



   "Oh my God," She said looking through the top few photos.  "Look how
young I looked." I looked over her shoulder at the photos.



   "Lori," I said.  "You looked like a million dollars back then, but to
tell you the truth, you look a lot better now." She cut her eyes at me and
laughed disbelievingly.  I was serious and I told her so.  Maturity worked
great on Lori.  She went back to looking through the stack of pictures,
then started over again.  "Look," she said holding one out for me to see.
It was taken just after we got married.  Dallas had gone with us on our
honeymoon.  "Dallas," she said softly then repeated his name again.  "Do
you still miss him?" she asked.



   "No," I answered, shaking my head.  "Not for a long time.  Not until
today, anyway.  I had forgotten how much fun he was.  How much fun we had
together.  Me, you and Dallas.  What a fucking threesome, huh?  A lot of
good memories." Lori got up, gathered up the scattered photos and put them
back in the cigar box.  She put them on the dresser and came back to bed.



   "Yes, Paul, a lot of good memories.  Goodnight, Love," she said, kissing
me.  I was almost asleep when I heard her softly say, "A lot of great
memories.  We should make some more."

   ***



   Her words were on my mind the instant I opened my eyes the next morning.
I wasn't sure what she meant by 'making more' memories.  I thought maybe
she meant that we should find another friend like Dallas.  Problem was, I
didn't want another friend like Dallas had been.  Of course I had a lot of
friends over the years.  The guys I played golf with were friends, but
nothing like Dallas had been.  Lori and I got together with friends for
dinner or to play cards with.  After I considered what she said I concluded
she had not meant finding a new best friend.  I wasn't absolutely sure I
knew, but I thought she was talking about sex.  Even after we stopped the
threesome sex, our sex life had always been active and good.  After a few
years of marriage we settled into a comfortable routine.  Routine was the
exact word.  Did Lori mean we should open it up again?  I thought I was
reading her right.  Now my problem was how to bring it up.  I wanted to
proceed slowly, but the idea excited me a great deal.  I had thrilled
watching Lori and Dallas.  Would it be a similar buzz with someone else?



   Lori was outside scratching around in a flowerbed.  I got coffee and
went out to watch her.  Lori is always fun to watch.  She glanced up when
the storm door slammed.



   "Good morning," she said.  "Are you over your blue funk?" I laughed and
told her I was over it.  "Good," she said wiping the sweat from her brow.
"We're going to have to go, you know?" I knew exactly what she meant. 
After Dallas was killed they shipped his body back to his home of record
which was Philadelphia.  I've always thought we hadn't gone to the funeral
because we couldn't afford the money or the time.  I knew better.  It had
been the profound act of cowards.  We had been too stupid or to afraid to
realize we needed the closure.  A rainy Saturday had changed our thinking.
Lori was absolutely right.  We would have to go close a chapter that had
been open way too long.



   We hadn't know his parents at all and we had only met his younger
brother once.  I spoke with Chad, the brother, sometimes after the funeral
and never again.  Once a few yeas ago got a Christmas card from Chad Murphy
telling us his parents had both died earlier that year.  That was the last
message we had from him.  I responded with a card telling him how sorry we
were.



   Since I have a lot of resources at my beck and call, I didn't have a lot
of trouble finding out where Chad Murphy lived and worked.  He was still in
Philadelphia.  He was surprised to hear from me, and even more surprised
when I told him Lori and I were coming to visit Dallas' grave.  I'm sure he
was curious, but he didn't question me about the sudden and long overdue
journey.  He volunteered to meet us and take us to the military memorial
park where Dallas was buried.  Since Lori and I both have vacation plans
made it wasn't any trouble to shift them around a bit.  I called the
airline and made reservations for the following Monday.

   ***



   It was a first for both Lori and I to be in Philly.  I'm bound to say
the flight time was not quiet as long as the check-in through security. 
Air travel is a pain in the ass since 9/11.



   Chad met us and we all took a minute to appraise each other.  I
remembered him as a pimple-faced teenager.  Of course he had matured.  He
had changed from a gawky boy into a handsome man., full of confidence. 
Chad had a startling resemblance to Dallas.  Not so much in looks, but in
action, and mannerisms.  His laugh, especially his laugh, took some getting
used to.  He sounded exactly how I remembered Dallas laughing.



   "So do you want to get to your hotel first or go to the cemetery?  I
cleared the whole day to do anything you want to do," Chad said.  I told
him that we didn't want to put him out and that we could get a taxi or rent
a car.  "Are you kidding me?" he said with that oh so familiar laugh.  "Big
brother would rise out of the grave and thrash me if I didn't show his
friends around.  Tell me what you want."



   "Cemetery," Lori said.  "Too long overdue." That settled it.



   Chad kept up a running commentary as he drove us out to the military
graveyard.  He told us he was divorced and not even looking.  He told us
that his next woman would be a rental.  Lori seemed to think that was
funnier than it was.



   The thing I had dreaded the most turned out to be okay.  Of course there
were tears, but nothing like I expected.  We said hello to the grave site
and then we talked about all the good times we had enjoyed together, and
then after about half an hour we said goodbye.  Closure, so simple, yet
sometimes so hard to get.  Now we had it and it felt good.



   Chad took us to the hotel and dropped us off, but not before we agreed
to let him buy our dinner that night.  Over dinner we discovered that Chad
owned his own consulting firm.



   "Yes sir, we're the people who will borrow your watch and charge you to
tell you the time of day," he said laughing.  "I hope you'll let me show
you my city," he said.  "I have plenty of time and I'd really like to do
it." After getting Lori's nod, I agreed.  Our travel plans were very
flexible.  He took us back to the hotel and said he would see us in the
morning.



   "Chad seems nice, doesn't he?" Lori said.  We were getting ready for
bed. "A lot like Dallas, I think."



   "Yeah, I wonder if he's hung like Dallas was?" Lori giggled.  I had to
wonder if she wanted to make some new memories with Chad.  Lori and I made
love that night.  After we finished I lay awake for a while thinking about
the different levels of sex.  Making love, for example, was always nice. 
It's the loving and friendly coupling of two people who are in love.  The
other extreme was fucking.  Similar, but vastly different.  Hot sweaty
passionate fucking was my favorite, but it had been a while since we had
done that.  Monkey love was what Lori used to call it in the bygone days.

   ***



   Chad took us to the tourist attractions in and around the city over the
next two days.  In case you didn't know, there are a lot of sights to see
in Philly, and I'm sure we missed a lot of them.  Almost as if by mutual
consent nobody mentioned Dallas.  At least until the third day.  We were at
the ball park ready to watch the Phillies play.  Chad had managed to get us
great box seats.



   "Dallas loved baseball," Chad said.  He was sitting between Lori and me.
"He could have played professionally if he hadn't gone to college."



   "How about you?" Lori asked.  "Did you play ball?"



   "Some," he said with a laugh.  "I wasn't anywhere as good as he was. 
The difference in us was, I liked it, but Dallas Loved it." He signaled the
vendor for another round of beer.  "He loved you guys, but I guess you know
that, don't you?"



   "Yes, we know," Lori said taking his hand.  "We loved him also."



   "Every card, every letter, and every phone call was always about you
two," Chad said.  "I hope it won't make you uncomfortable that he shared
intimate information with me.  We were very close."



   "No, it doesn't make us uncomfortable," Lori answered.  That wasn't
exactly the whole truth.  I was a bit uncomfortable.  "Brothers should
share with each other.  That was a very special time in our lives."



   "Dallas told me one time, it was like he was married, but without the
responsibilities of marriage," Chad said laughing.  He turned and looked at
Lori.  "You know he was in love with you, don't you?" Lori squeezed his
hand and nodded.  "I was a little jealous of him," Chad added.



   "Why?" Lori asked.  "Silly question, I guess.  Never mind." She said
with a self-conscious laugh.  No one said anything for a while.



   "I tried the swinging life with both of my wives," Chad said.  "I wanted
to be like my brother, I guess."



   "That didn't work out?" Lori inquired.



   "Not so well with number one," he said with a grin.  "My second wife was
okay with it until she developed a thing for women.  Next thing I knew she
was through with men, including me.  That's why I said my next woman would
be a rental, so I could get the terms settled up front." He turned toward
me.  "Are you still swinging?"



   "No, not any more.  Not since Dallas.ah, went away," I answered.



   "Chad, swinging, as you put it, isn't for everybody," Lori said.  "For
some people it just doesn't work at all.  What Paul and I did with Dallas
was special.  We weren't typical swingers."



   "No, I guess not," he said after giving it some thought.  "Do you miss
it?" He was looking straight ahead so I wasn't sure which of us he was
asking.  I was formulating an answer when Lori beat me to it.



   "Sure," she said.  "There is an excitement in that sort of relationship.
Any woman who was used to having two men would naturally miss it." Well,
that was news to me.  I wondered why we had never discussed it.  I missed
it also, but I just shoved it back in my mind and stopped thinking about
it. Apparently Lori still thought about it some.

   ***



   The ballgame ended in a loss for the home team, but the swinging
conversation didn't completely end.  It came up again while Lori and I got
dressed for dinner.  I decided to grab the bull by the horns.



   "Lori, do you want to get back into swinging?" I asked her.



   "Paul, we never were swingers," she said laughing.  "We never swapped
mates or attended orgies.  You never express any desire to have another
woman."



   "Hell no!  One woman like you is enough for any man," I agreed.  "I
guess I was a wife sharer, huh?"



   "Yes, so I'll turn the question around and ask you if you want to go
back to sharing me with other men." Lori as usual went right to the heart
of the subject.  Did I?  I knew the answer and I didn't see any sense in
beating around the bush.



   "You were never so hot, so alive, or so beautiful as when you were being
fucked by Dallas," I answered.  "I loved you more when we were engaged in
hot steamy threesome sex.  Yes, to answer your question, I would like to
see you fucking another man again."



   "Chad?"



   "I don't know," I answered honestly.  "That seems a bit weird, doesn't
it?  I mean the brother of an old lover?" When she didn't answer I pressed
her.



   "No, I don't think so," she said.  "Does it feel odd to you?"



   "Yeah, maybe.  I don't know how I feel about it.  Can I ask you a
question?" she nodded.  "Did you and Dallas ever fuck when I wasn't around?
You know, if I was in class or whatever?"



   "No," she answered shaking her head.  "I don't know why, but we never
did.  Anytime we did it, you were always there.  Would it have bothered you
if we had?"



   "No, it wouldn't have bothered me," I answered truthfully.  "At least
after we all had done it a lot.  Chad, huh?"



   "If you agree and it doesn't freak you out." She came over and stood in
front of me straightening my tie.  "I'll admit when I saw those old
pictures it turned me on big time.  My motor has been running ever since."



   "You been thanking about getting two cocks in your cunt again, haven't
you?" I said laughing.  She smiled up at me and nodded.  "Be hard to
specialize with Chad living five hundred miles away, won't it?" she nodded
again.  "Do you have somebody else in mind closer to home?"



   "No, this is all relatively new stuff, Paul," she said.  "We'll just
have to see where it takes us."

   ***



   We got back home on Friday with two weeks of vacation left.  On the
flight back Lori and I talked long and seriously about Philly.  It had been
a wonderful experience.  Chad and I fucked Lori the night Lori and I talked
about it.  We had finished a nice meal.



   "Chad, let's go back to our room for a few drinks," Lori proposed.  Chad
looked at me and I nodded.  I could see that he wondered about the meaning
of a 'few drinks'



   "Chad, let's go do some drinks and do Lori, also," I said to make sure
he understood.  He grinned and quickly agreed.



   There is a period of time when two men and a woman are together that's
peculiar.  A feeling of uncertainty or maybe even anxiety for everybody
involved There is that moment when it's time to shit or get off the pot.  I
elected myself as the man in charge.



   "Chad, doesn't Lori look nice tonight?" I asked.  We all had a cocktail
from the mini-bar.



   "Yes, she certainly does," Chad answered.  "You are one lucky man, Paul.
Very lucky."



   "I certainly am," I agreed.  "Lori looks better now than she did in
college, and she was a fox back then.  She could have modeled then and she
still could now.  I'll prove it to you.  Lori, go put that blue outfit on
and show Chad that you still have it." Lori got up and went into the
bedroom to change.  The blue outfit was something new I bought her just for
the trip.  Neon blue bra and panty set with a shear floor-length matching
robe.  While Lori changed, I put some music on and got my new digital
camera.  I wanted to capture the moments.



   Modeling naughty-nighties was not something new.  Lori often teased and
tantalized Dallas and me.  One day she put a show on for us using a wine
bottle as a dildo.  She got a royal fucking that day.  Lori wasn't, or at
least hadn't been, the least bit shy displaying her body.  She knew she
looked damned good and made the most of it.



   When she emerged, I quickly saw she hadn't lost any of her showmanship.
She came out and walked over to where Chad and I sat waiting.  Instant
hard-on time.  I took a couple shots while she slowly moved around the
room. The robe was so shear we could see her panty and bra clearly.



   Lori came to the center space between us, stopped, look directly at both
of us and took the robe off.  She casually put it over one shoulder and
made another circuit around the room coming back to stand before us.  Yes,
she still had it and even more then she used to have.



   I took a couple more pictures of her while she posed.  I saw Chad
swallow hard a couple of times.  Lori glanced at me and I nodded my
encouragement.  She slowly and sinuously removed the bra, freeing her great
rack.  I heard the audible gasp from our guest.  I may have gasped, too. 
Her beautiful tits were always a sight to behold.  She tossed the robe and
bra away and took another turn around the room making her huge globes
bounce and sway.



   "My God!" Chad said.  "She is something, isn't she?" Couldn't argue with
that.  Lori came to a stop in front of Chad.



   "Do you want to see any more?" she asked in a husky, sinuous voice. 
Chad swallowed and nodded his head.  I figured he didn't have enough saliva
to speak.  I know my mouth was dry.  "Then you take the rest off," Lori
said stepping closer to him.  His hands trembled when he reached out and
took the panties in his grasp.  I snapped a few shots of him pulling them
down exposing her trimmed pussy to his gaze.



   When she was naked except for her heels, she stepped back to a low table
and leaned back on it.  Slowly.  Ever so slowly she spread her legs,
opening them wide and back until she was completely exposed to his wide
opened eyes.  I took some more photos of her spread open and toying with
her clitoris.



   "Boys, I do not intend on being the only person in the nude," Lori said.
"Should I put my clothes back on?"



   "What do you think, Chad?" I asked.  "Do you want some of that pussy?"
He nodded and stood up, undoing his belt as he did.  "Go get some, then," I
encouraged him.  Chad make short work of his clothes, not taking his gaze
from Lori pussy.  When he was naked he approached her, his legs apparently
unsteady.  He knelt to his knees and buried his face in her cunt.  I heard
Lori's soft moan of pleasure as he ate her.  I got some great shots of
that.



   Chad proved himself to be a good fucker.  After he ate her to a racking
orgasm he shoved his cock in her and fucked Lori like fucking was about to
go out of style.  I knew he couldn't last long with the tempo he set, so I
got ready.



   Fucking Lori was always a treat but fucking her cum filled, hot box just
after another man was a special treat.  I almost forgotten how good it was.
We fucked her a couple of turns in the living room of the suite and then
managed to get her onto a bed.



   Lori was a smoldering mass of lust.  She always liked anal sex and she
got plenty that night.  At some point, I have no concept of time, we double
fucked her, sending her in to a long series of climaxes.



   Chad left us sometime in the wee hours.  I was asleep before he got the
door closed.  It had been a tiring but totally wonderful experience for all
of us.



   Chad was back the next day for more of my wife, and she was ready to
accommodate him.  Lori was hotter than I ever saw her.  We didn't even make
it out of bed that day.  One or both of us always had our cocks in her and
she wanted more.



   We had gone to Philadelphia for closure.  We got that and with the
closure we opened a brand new chapter in our life.  A chapter I was looking
forward to with great anticipation.