Mary looked at Julie with a prompting gesture. Julie stated Terry’s address and Mary repeated it into the phone.
“Thanks Bobby, I really appreciate it…. No, you can’t come for a visit … Dammit, Bobby, my husband is standing right next to me… No, absolutely not… You would renege on your word?… Whatever happened to your honor?… Well, okay, but you better not fuck with him…”
She handed the phone to me. “He wants to talk with you,” she said reluctantly. Dumbfounded, I stood up and took the phone to my ear and said hello.
“You are one lucky son of bitch!” he said, and hung up. I looked at the phone then handed it back to Mary.
“What did he say?” she asked.
“He said I was a lucky son of a bitch,” I replied, and shrugged my shoulders. Mary smiled.
“I’m the lucky one,” and she gave me a loving embrace.
Julie asked, “Mary, what did you just do?”
“I sped things up for you. Bobby has a way of making things work on schedule. I just put your ex on your schedule.” She smiled, pleased with herself.
“I recognized that name. I can’t have you beholden to a man like that. Not for me.” Julie’s concern showed on her face.
“Nah, he was beholden to me. He owed me one, and I was just calling in the marker. Never thought I would, but I kept his number just in case.” Mary said matter-of-factly.
“And why did he owe you?” I asked, with a tinge of jealousy.
“Oh don’t worry, honey, he was just an old flame from my wilder days. Just before I met you, come to think of it.” She was getting thoughtful. “I was his alibi for an incident that he had nothing to do with. Kind of risked hell with my parents when I told the police what he and I were actually doing. He told me he owed me one, and now he can pay me back.”
“And what were you doing?” I asked.
Mary smiled “One day, when we are alone, I will tell you in great detail. But, not until this is ready to work again,” she said, as she lightly caressed my cock. I basically just figured out that my wife had had wild sex with a crime lord who still seemed to have the hots for her, and that simple caress erased all my jealousy.
“I think I will be a lot better tomorrow,” I said with a grin.
“This was just sex, Mary; you didn’t have to get involved with my problems,” Julie stated uncomfortably.
“That wasn’t just sex for us, sweetie.” She leaned in and gave Julie a kiss on the cheek, “Even if I never saw you again, I would still consider you a dear friend. I have held back with Chuck because I feared he wouldn’t respect me, and Chuck held back for the exact same reason. Chuck was right when he called you a therapist.” Julie was crying again. Mary embraced her, and I embraced them both.
“I thought I would have to move back in with my parents. My life was so fucked up,” Julie whimpered.
“Well, I think Chuck agrees with me that you can stay as long as you need to straighten things out, even if Bobby fails to come through,” Mary said while caressing Julie’s back.
“Absolutely!” I said, way too quickly, “Those eviction talks tear me up inside. There’s no way we’re putting you out on the street now.” I still couldn’t believe that I was having a group hug with two naked women and I wasn’t trying to hide my junk. It felt natural. I was feeling kind of like a stud hugging my two women. I felt it was a good time to straighten up my cluttered mind a bit.
“So why did you pick the name Ethel? Kind of a weird alter ego this day and age,” I asked with obvious interest. I was learning a lot about my wife, and I thought this might give me a bit more insight.
Julie laughed, “What? Did you want her to use Fred?” Mary began to laugh, sharing another private moment with Julie at my expense. Fred… Ethel… ah, the light bulb went off.
“I Love Lucy,” I grinned, as I finally realized the link.
“You better not!” Mary said sternly, followed by more of Julie’s laughter. You get two in-sync women together and the sole male becomes a plaything for their mind games. Mary hugged me to prove they didn’t mean harm. Damn, I married a smart woman.
“I fear we have made quite a mess of your apartment. We should help you straighten up.” Mary said, looking around.
“Absolutely not! I haven’t had guests in a while, and it will be kind of therapeutic for me clean up after. Kind of like getting back to the real world.” Julie smiled as she looked at the state of living room. “You just get this lovely man cleaned up into and bed. I suspect he may sleep for a week.” She grabbed my head and pulled me in for a wicked sexy full-mouth kiss. God, I felt like a stud. Yes, I had already begun ignoring my earlier non-manly behavior.
“Come on stud,” Mary said, reading my mind as she pulled me off Julie. “Get your clothes on. Every wet dream has to come to an end.” Mary and Julie shared a look laced with a smile. We dressed and said our goodbyes. They were mixed with a lot of hugging and delays, but we finally made it to the door.
“I learned a fun way to get cleaned up, honey,” I said to Mary, trying to hint about a gentle continuation to the day. Mary leaned over my shoulder and silently mouthed a thank you to Julie as we exited. “Oh, really? Does it involve soap?” she teased me as we headed upstairs to our apartment.
Two days later, while I was reading the morning paper, Julie knocked on our door. She was really excited and ran right up to me at the kitchen table while dragging Mary behind her.
“Terry’s lawyer just called. It’s the most amazing thing. He has written up a wonderful distribution and has a judge waiting to adjudicate at my earliest convenience. I asked him if tomorrow was OK. He said he would schedule it immediately. I couldn’t believe how much of the assets I get, and Terry is going to pay for my baby’s college. Terry already signed it and cut a cashier’s check. Of course, the lawyer made me promise that if anyone asked, I would say the agreement was equitable. He was quite insistent about that part. He really seemed concerned that I wouldn’t be happy.” She finally took a breath. Damn, she looked so happy, and was bouncing around while she was explaining.
Julie continued after filling her lungs again. “Thank you so much, Mary. I don’t know how I will ever repay you. Oh, and you have to thank Bobby too. Do you think I should send him a thank-you note? I feel so free. Of course, I will get you guys your money immediately. I don’t…”
Mary grabbed her. “Take a breath, sweetie. It’s wonderful news. We couldn’t be happier for you.” She hugged Julie more to slow her down than anything else. “I’ll convey the thank-you to Bobby. As for the money, take your time. We know you’re good for it. Settle your finances and see us when you’re ready.”
“You two are the best.” She was still bouncing. “My life was crap, I met you guys and now everything is coming up roses.” It was infectious. Mary started smiling, getting kind of bouncy herself. I was just enjoying the happiness. Life was good.
“You know, I have a free day Saturday, and I still feel we kind of cheated Chuck out of his girl-girl thing.” Life was great. My insides jumping for joy yelling pick me, pick me. Mary looked at me and I gave her an exaggerated nod as I could tell she was excited as well.
“That would be wonderful. Want to mess up our apartment this time?” Mary asked with smile.
“Hell no, I’m planning all new furniture now. Might as well give the old stuff a goodbye workout.” I have never seen such a happy person, “let’s get started early, say about 9 AM?” she asked. I was really beginning to like mornings.
“We’ll be there,” I said, before anyone could possibly disagree. Yes, another appointment with heaven, and I didn’t even have to hide it from my wife. Life was excellent. Mary’s eyes were broadcasting her desire as well. It was going to be a long wait till Saturday.
“Good, see you then,” she said, as she bounced out the door. Just before the door fully closed, she poked her head back in. “By the way, I think I am going to be a few days late with next month’s rent.”
Mary looked perplexed. For once she was a little slow on the uptake. Rick, fortunately, decided to handle this. I slammed the paper to the table, stood up and, as sternly as I could, said, “I have ways of dealing with freeloading bitches.”
A light bulb went off in Mary’s head and Ethel added with false bravado, “Just another slut that needs a lesson in timely payments.”
“Oh, goody,” Julie giggled as she closed the door and scampered off.