Another Ending

The story so far............

An American couple in the 1920’s decide to move away from a spiritually and creatively bankrupt USA and travel to Europe where they both feel that they are ready to join the Bohemian writers’ of the Left Bank of the Seine.

Arriving in Paris, they soon join the set of ex-patriots and enjoy the wild and heady heights of late drinking in cafes together with a very decadent style of living. Everyone appears to have copious lovers and sex is all around them.

The wife has had a very conservative upbringing and is quite shocked at the promiscuity she witnesses. The husband is less shocked and completely confident of his fidelity.
On their first night in their new apartment, the wife is shocked to see two people in the courtyard fucking. She has never seen anyone have sex. She has never even seen her husband having sex because she always does it in the dark and he has never really seen his wife naked, not properly. Poor sod, no wonder he dropped his trousers as soon as he was asked to by the utterly beautiful and bewildering woman who shoved him into the nearest cubicle, lifted her skirt and doubled over to take it from behind.

Interestingly, it is not only the husband who is infatuated with this woman. The wife cannot take her eyes off her and soon finds that she too is overcome with passion for the woman, although she is terrified that she might be turning into a lesbian.

The woman who is fucking the husband is bisexual and takes a fond look at the wife, deciding that she wants to strip her of her sexual prudery. She really likes this woman and is shocked when she finds out that she is married to this bloke who she has started to ‘fall in love’ with. However, this does not hold her back as she has already formed a relationship with the woman that she wants to become sexually intimate.

The wife, on a weekend away with these new friends, discovers the woman and her husband having sex in the garden, mesmerised by the rawness of it, disappointed that she has never had this type of sex with her husband, intrigued why she is so turned on by watching it. In a fit of jealous rage, she asks a neighbour who is also at the party to fuck her, and again is so surprised at her ability to cum, mainly due to the arousal of watching her husband fuck this other woman whilst still feeling very cheated.

Eventually, after some consideration, she goes to the woman’s flat and leads her into the bedroom of her husband. She decides that the greatest love possible is to allow her husband to be the person that he truly is and give the woman to him. Simultaneously, she begins an affair with the woman too.

So this woman is fucking both of them without the husband knowing that the wife and his lover are at it too. He begins to get suspicious of the growing affection between his wife and his lover and follows them around town. Eventually, he lets himself into his lover’s apartment and finds his wife and lover fucking madly and clearly enjoying the experience massively.

He is distraught. He realises that he loves his wife more than anyone in the world but cannot give up his mistress. His wife realises that she loves the mistress more than anyone in the world and is not prepared to give her up for the sake of the marriage. The mistress loves the husband more than anyone in the world but does not want to come between a man and his woman. It’s all a bit of a nightmare, and who is going to sort it out?

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Well, there are various possibilities. The chosen one was that the two women, having been discovered leave the man in the apartment and go off for a night on the town. Whilst they are gone, he magically discovers his lover’s diary, which informs him that she has a nondescript terminal illness and she has weeks to live. He searches for them once more and weeps in his lover’s arms as he confesses to this knowledge. She begs him not to tell his wife and she decides that she is going to go away to London on the pretence that she needs help with her morphine addiction.

They wave her off at the Gare de Nord and she travels to the next station, where she is picked up by another mutual friend who drives her to the coast where she jumps off the cliff in her beautiful red dress.

And the man and wife live happily ever after as in all good Brother Grimm stories.

But isn’t this a little bit of a cop-out. Here you have an intriguing scenario that is glibly and simply disregarded, possibly because the author did not know how to end it in any other way. I wonder whether he did think of alternatives, or perhaps he decided that he didn’t want to write as much as it would take to resolve or conclude with another viable ending.

So I am going to suggest what could have happened and invite any reader to do the same....... in summary for a longer version is really required.

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Greg opened the door and walked in to the apartment. There was no sign of Eleanor or Sophia but he could hear from beyond the bedroom door a familiar sound of groaning passion. He knew that sound so well. His cock remained stiff many a time to the arousing melody of his mistress being engulfed by the overwhelming strength of the orgasms that he powerfully provoked within her.

He knew she had other lovers but this one was clearly good at his job. She really was exceptionally turned on.

What should he do? Should he turn away? Should he sit and wait until she was finished, possibly masturbating at the sound of the cumming tide? Or should he go in and see for himself who it was that was creating this beautiful murmuring that was so intoxicating?

He stood by the door and cupped his ear to the sounds. The man was exceptionally silent for all he could hear was the voice of his woman, demanding more fucking, anticipating and asking for cunnilingus.

His curiosity could not be tempered.

He opened the door quietly so that he would not disturb his lover, though clearly she might be a little disturbed if she saw him hovering over her bed.

He walked into the room, still darkened by the hour of the morning, and looked in intrigue as he saw his lover’s arse raised in the air as she knelt down to give fellatio to her other lover. He moved closer, quietly, without discovery to see that his lover was licking cunt not cock; a beautiful cunt, smothered in dark hairs that his lover was carefully twisting her tongue through, moistening an already moist pubic mass that could happily have taken his fingers simultaneously.

He followed the line from this beautiful pussy, taking in the curvature of the woman beneath his lover, feeling the softness of her breasts with his eyes, wondering at the divinity of these erect nipples, seeing the arched neck of the appreciative woman as she danced her way to an erotic orgasm; her face riddled with passion.

Her face, her face, eyes closed, lost in perfect love.

“What the fuck are you doing to my wife?”

He tore the remaining and discarded bedclothes away from the bed and looked down in horror as his wife gushed forth a profusion of juices from her excited cunt. Sophia giggled nervously at the timing of Eleanor’s eruption, and turned to Greg with a smile.

“It looks as though I am making her cum, sweetie” was all she could say for the evidence was there for him to see.

Eleanor darted up from this unexpected intrusion, desperately clasping a pillow to her bosom as she did not want to her husband to see her in this state of undress. How incredibly bizarre!

“Greg!” she called as her husband and his severely reduced erection charged from the room in disgust.

He sat down in the sitting room and put his head in his hands. How could they do this to him? How could they possibly betray him to this extent? How could she be unfaithful to him? How could she bloody cum like that?

Eleanor and Sophia sheepishly slid into the room in identical gowns. Sophia sat besides Greg and gently stroked his hair, caressing his anger out of him. Eleanor crossed the room and stood nervously before him, waiting for what was about to come.

“How could you Eleanor!” he said quietly from his downcast lips. “How could you? I have no idea who you are.”

“I love Sophia” she responded. “I love her just as you love her. Why is my love a crime and yours a passion?”

“You are my wife! You should be faithful to me and me alone!” was the utterly unwelcome response.

“So it is okay for you to fuck Sophia but not me” she screamed. “It is perfectly okay for me to give you the freedom to make love to this woman but I am not allowed the same liberty?”

“No, you’re not” shouted Greg, portraying his disgust as well as his irrationality.

Sophia removed her hand. She could not believe that she was hearing this madness from the man she loved.

“Greg, you are not being fair darling. I adore Eleanor and all we were doing was enjoying one another with as much tenderness and passion as she has allowed you and I to have. What is the difference honey? I still love you. She still loves you. You clearly still love us otherwise you would not be so upset, or are you somehow humiliated by this passion of ours?”

Greg sat silently. He knew that Sophia was telling the truth. How could he possibly object to his wife taking a lover, even his lover, if he was doing just that with the very same woman? And she was right. Nobody’s feelings had changed, just circumstance. But he was angry. He was jealous. He felt possessive, more about a possession of Eleanor than of Sophia. And he and she both realised in that moment that he did not love his lover in the way that he loved his wife.

He looked dejected. He did feel humiliated but he could not understand why. He could not fathom how he could be so stupid as to resent this growing love between the two women in his life that meant more to him than anything.

They all sat in silence. Greg, having finally raised his head, leant back into the comfort of the sofa. Sophia looked on at him with her hand on his leg. Eleanor sat at the dining chair watching them both, not moving, understanding at once how much she adored them both, how intensely intimate she was with both, how much she longed for them both, how infatuated she was with Sophia.

This was a mess.

Sophia loved Greg. Greg loved Eleanor. Eleanor loved Sophia.

Greg loved Sophia but not as much as he loved Eleanor. Eleanor loved Greg but not as much as she loved Sophia. Sophia loved Eleanor but not as much as she loved Greg.

How were they ever going to come to terms with this? How were they going to break free from the destructive emotions that could break them all into dispirited pieces of emptiness?

More silence and more stillness. Nobody dared to speak.

Suddenly, Sophia rose from the settee, stood where both her lovers could see her, and threw the robe ceremoniously from her body. She stood there in all her bewildering beauty with her hands on her hips, staring from one to the other. She then sat down on the floor of her apartment, straddling her legs and started to dramatically and urgently fist herself, looking from one to the other and then abandoning all onlookers to the orgasm that she was about to have.

She lay down as the moisture erupted out of her, drawing an hysterical line of war between husband and wife.

She drew the ejaculation up her body, lining her stomach and her breasts with this torrent of water, smiling to herself in the climax she had induced.

Eleanor stood up, looked straight down at Sophia and discarded her robe in the same manner. Greg watched on. She then moved over to Sophia’s aroused and climaxed body and stood above her, fingers carefully shoved up her cunt. After Sophia’s display it was not long before Eleanor too was cascading eruptions of fuck juices out of her body, straight onto the pubic hairs of her wonderful lover.

The women both laughed at the power of their cunts.

Having cum all over Sophia, Eleanor turned to her husband. She stood in front of him and masturbated once more, with just enough distance that he would have had to move had he wished to touch her. As she felt herself climaxing once more she shot towards him and fired her juices all over his trousers.

He was soaked.

“For fuck’s sake, Ellie” he cried as he jumped off the sofa to remove his cum-clad pants.

Both women were giggling ferociously now and in spite of his frustration and angry passion, it was clear by the protrusion of his penis that Greg was as aroused as his women.

Eleanor took advantage of the situation, kneeling down before her husband and taking his cock in her mouth for the first time in the seven years that they had known one another. Her expertise of tongue and hand movement so surprised him that he snidely lurched an unnecessary comment out of his mouth.

“So where did you learn that from, honey?”

Eleaonor refused to rise to the bait.

“Instinct sweetie” she replied.

“Hell yes” said Sophia “This woman of yours Greg has the most superb sexual instinct. She fucks me better than a practiced whore from the Moulin Rouge. I’ve never seen or felt anything like it!”

“Oh so you prefer my wife’s fingers to my cock now?” he bitterly spat out as his erection still remained, as his wife still hungrily devoured his cock.

“Go my darling” said Sophia to Eleanor. “Pull on him. Jack him off. Hand fuck him hard”

Eleanor was expertly wanking her husband as her lover knelt down before her, moving her arms around her neck, kissing her passionately, making her way to her bobbing breasts, stimulating those delightfully piquant nipples. Eleanor continued, reaching out for Sophia’s kisses, lookin up at Greg who was finally lost in the sensuality of the moment.

“NOW!” shouted Sophia as she thrust Eleanor’s open mouth onto her husband’s cock just at the moment that an urgent spurt of white gunk poured out of this penis.

“Oh my goodness!” was Eleanor’s inexplicable politeness.

“Tastes good doesn’t it, honey” said Sophia as she stole some of Greg’s spunk from her lover’s mouth, feeling the tingle of anaesthetic on her tongue.

Greg collapsed into his chair, his penis still dribbling the remnants of his arousal.

The two woman collapsed on the floor but were soon embroiled in more sexiness as Eleanor took it upon herself to release another orgasm from Sophie.

“Are you two fucking insatiable?” shouted Greg, though with a distinctively different tone in his voice.

The women did not respond but carried on making love in front of their man, and all he could do was watch with the most immense satisfaction.

Once they had finished arousing one another once more, they both instinctively jumped onto the sofa, either side of their man, taking it in turns to sit on top of him, riding his cock for the next half hour, kissing one another intimately as they did so.

In the most incredibly arousing moment, all three of them came together as Greg spurted more semen into his wife’s pussy, as Sophia wanked at the joy of watching, as Eleanor reciprocated with her own flood of juices.

Together, they all flopped onto the settee in completion.

“So what now?” asked Eleanor much later.

“I don’t know” said Greg. “I really don’t know”.

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TO BE CONTINUED