It's Me Again

It's me again

The Firefly ringtone sounded and I answered my cell phone.

A familiar female voice said, "Eric, it's me again; Georgia."

I called my wife over and I put my phone on speaker. We spent the next half hour talking to our old friend and lover whom we had not seen in three years despite spending effort and time looking for our dear Georgia. It was Friday night at 5:30 and my wife Ginger had just got home from her part-time job as a nurse working mostly with area nursing homes, in Durham Region, Ontario, Canada, administering injection medications and duties personal support workers were not qualified to legally perform on aging baby boomers. We were about to get dressed to go celebrate my first year working full time in my chosen career as a History Teacher at a local high school. I was very lucky to get the job as the city we lived in, Oshawa, Ontario, had fewer and fewer children. Fortunately the latest government was very pro-immigrant and low to moderate paying jobs were abundant in the area meaning lots of families with four or five kids or more for every two parents. As the school year ended I also got a part-time job for the summer as relief staff counselor for a large local Mental Health Non-Profit Network using my secondary career, counseling that I was forced into when being a teacher looked impossible. We also had recently closed on a run-down house north of nearby Whitby. We talked for half an hour until my phone battery was about to die.

I finally interrupted my wife and Georgia saying, "Georgia, my phone battery is about to die. We were about to go out and celebrate my first year at my new job and my new part-time summer job. Can you join us for dinner? It will be easy to add you to our reservation at that new restaurant at Queen and Charles Street. It's an Italian restaurant called "Tivoli"."

Georgia quickly said, "Yes! See you in an hour in the lobby of the restaurant."

Ginger and I had a quick shower together. We were a little frisky but we didn't go past teasing each other. Finally we tore ourselves away from sex play to dress in semi-formal dress for the classic Italian restaurant. Even while dressing I couldn't keep my hands off of that 5' 6 ", 36 DD -30- 32, red haired body of my beautiful, adorable and sexy wife. It had been almost 3 years since we last saw Georgia with her short natural blonde hair, 5' 8", 34 DD - 28 - 32 sexy body. She had vanished so mysteriously and then we forced ourselves to move on. Georgia was often on our minds as the song goes. She would often ignite our lust, deep desires, and passions as she had ever since Ginger met her nearly four years ago.

Seven years ago I had given up searching for a History Teacher Job and had gone back to college to train as a counselor at the college and university in north Oshawa, Ontario. I was in my second year of a three year program when I met Ginger with her long flaming red hair in a class which was common to the Counseling Program I was in and the Nursing Program that Ginger was in. I asked her out on a date that very first day of class. We only had one class together each semester since we were both a little more than half through our diploma. Classes became more and more intense and then there were the placements, but somehow we made time for each other and somehow the stress made making love more intense. When we graduated I proposed to Ginger, we moved in with each other, Ginger got a great flexible job with a Regional Nursing agency where she travelled from the borders of Pickering/Toronto to the west, a bit north of Beaverton in the north, Port Perry and Wesleyville to the east and Lake Ontario to the south. After graduation I got work at one of the local mental Health agencies on a part-time basis akin to my new summer job at the same agency I had worked at for a few years until landing my dream job of a History Teacher that I currently held.

A year of barely eating and living in a mouse infested townhouse in North Oshawa we saved up enough for a modest wedding the first weekend in June at an upscale resort on Rice Lake owned by Ginger's uncle on her mother's side. We only had to pay wholesale price for the food, flowers, DJ, and minister. My parents paid for the flowers and both sets of parents gave us a scenic Rocky Mountain rail tour and flight to and from Vancouver, British Columbia. Other Friends and relatives gave us spending money mostly as wedding gifts. It was an amazing week-long honeymoon through mountains, past rivers and waterfalls. We especially loved expensive Vancouver with Stanley Park and other famous landmarks and it's Chinatown. It was such a great and tiring adventure that we needed a vacation from our honeymoon. We used the three days when we got home to relax and do nothing but make love in the comforts of home taking no calls and talking only to the take-out food delivery people.

A year in the glow of wedded bliss followed and then Ginger decided to take a ceramics class every Saturday afternoon, which is where she met Georgia. Georgia later jokingly quipped that it had been her therapy. They became fast friends and when the class ended and they had made 3 ceramic items they signed up for a Saturday Stained Glass Class during which time Ginger brought Georgia home to meet me and have dinner.

Over dinner things heated up shockingly fast. Ginger and Georgia hungered for each other and as I joyfully watched, they stripped naked and made love. I stripped naked and sat on a chair near the bed hoping to be included. Ginger rested after a very strong orgasm and waved me over to the bed where she grasped my hard dick and began eagerly sucking me until I was close to cumming and, stopped. Then she offered me to Georgia who licked and sucked my balls a few times. She went on to lick my dick and deep-throated me a few times. Then my sexy wife spread her legs and welcomed me. I eagerly took that invitation and easily slid all the way into her depths. Her moans of pleasure were soon muffled by the sandy blonde pussy of Georgia. All this stimulation was too much for me and I came deep in my wife's very wet pussy.

Ginger was next to reach orgasm followed quickly by Georgia. I lay back and rested, but those sexy nymphos had other ideas and soon double-teamed me licking and sucking my balls and dick; getting me completely hard again. I was lost in the feeling and then I felt cool air and a condom being rolled on me. Ginger had been on birth control for years, so this could mean only one thing. I was getting more aroused by the moment, but a part of me had to voice my concern for the sake of my marriage. My wife making love to another woman didn't bother me since I knew she was bisexual long before we were married. The opportunity and right woman simply had not come along.

I asked softly, "Ginger, are you sure about this? Georgia, do you really want this?"

They both nodded and Georgia climbed aboard, groaning and moaning as she eased down upon my thick almost 8 inch dick. The tightness, warmth, and novelty of a new and different pussy enveloping my dick was beyond delight. It was even better sharing this wonderful experience and this beautiful woman with my wife of barely more than a year. Georgia had a wild look of passion as she sped up her ride; all of us filled with pure lust and desire. Georgia quickly came and I held back wanting this to last. She got up off of me quickly and for a moment I thought she regretted having sex with a married man. Over dinner we had learned she came from a strict rich family which owned a large national grocery chain with a small international presence; mostly in the States and the UK. Georgia had simply moved to the side of the bed, bent over; spread her legs, and her gaping pussy.

Georgia simply said, "Doggie style?"

I nodded and got into position.

Ginger added, "Me too! This is so hot and wonderful. I don't know why we never tried this before."

I slid slowly into Georgia and after a few minutes switched to my wife's pussy as she bent over the bed kissing Georgia as I made love to both of them. Making love soon turned into raw fucking as my lust built up higher and higher as I barely remembered to alternate between my wife's hot pussy and this hot blonde 19 year old's pussy. I finally came deeply in a pussy and it took me a moment to realize I was holding Georgia's amazing round ass; so it was her pussy my dick was buried in. I filled the tip of the condom as Georgia started to cum again squeezing what little was left in me. When she stopped cumming I pulled out limp and exhausted from the effort. Ginger was behind us, pulled off the condom, and stroked my dick draining any remaining cum from me. My sexy partners quickly got back on the bed and got into a sixty-nine bringing each other to orgasm again. Georgia's appetite was far from being sated and brought my wife to yet another orgasm.

Georgia started again, but Ginger said, "No more!"

I laughed since I had seldom heard those words from Ginger. Her sexual appetite and desire is above average, but Georgia's sexual appetite was far beyond both Ginger and I. Georgia looked at the clock by the bed, got up, and quickly made a phone call. She was talking to her mother lying about being too tired to drive and would drive her car home in the morning or afternoon; definitely being home for their 'Sunday Family Supper'.

Georgia stared at our naked bodies and smiled.

Georgia said, "I hope you guys don't mind me staying the night? I'm hoping you'll be ready for more fun later or in the morning or even the afternoon before I drive to my parents' mansion in Port Perry on Lake Scugog. Sunday Supper IS NOT OPTIONAL in my family; often the only time we see each other."

She added with a seductive smile, "You really don't want me to leave do you?"

My eyes bugged out as she posed seductively and then obscenely.

I finally said, "Stay as long and as often as you like."

Ginger couldn't speak and merely nodded several times. Georgia crawled into bed between us and began languidly stroking my dick and Ginger's flaming red furred pussy. My wife and I snuggled up against our friend gently stroking her beautiful naked body until we fell asleep. In the morning I was awakened by the soft familiar moans of my wife as I looked on as Georgia was pleasuring my wife's pussy. Georgia looked up at me and winked. Georgia moved into a sixty-nine and they began to gently bring each other to a soft, fluttering, quiet, orgasm. It was so beautiful I almost wanted to cry. My hard dick reminded me how turned on I was. My very full bladder reminded me of how urgently I needed to pee.

I gently got out of bed to give these sexy women a little privacy and alone time. I had to do something to take my mind off of the two hot naked women in my bed. I decided to get the morning coffee going. As I measured the Timmies homebrew, placed the reusable coffee filter in the coffee maker, washed some of the dishes long forgotten from last night's supper due to our spontaneous sexual adventure last night. I thought about whether or not last night and this morning was a one-off, one-night and morning stand? Is this something which will last? Is this moral? Will my having sex with Georgia destroy my marriage? Am I jealous of Georgia and Ginger? Are they jealous of me with either of them? That quick succession of questions came to a stop as the dripping coffee and splashing water was finally too much for my full bladder. I ran to the bathroom to piss.

While I was there I decided to take a shower. I quickly grabbed a large towel from the linen closet, still hearing soft moans coming from the bedroom as I walked past it. I hopped in the shower, got the temperature just right, got my hair wet, put shampoo in my hair and then heard the toilet flush.

"Fuck, DAMN IT!" I swore as the water got suddenly very hot

Ginger said, "Sorry."

As I rinsed my hair with eyes closed and then felt the shower curtain move. Next I felt shower gel being applied to my semi-hard dick. Then I was enjoying the feel of my dick and balls being gently stroked and massaged. Then a face cloth was rinsing my dick. My eyes were still closed as the face cloth was replaced by a mouth sucking my dick and another tongue licking my balls. Somehow I had missed Georgia joining us in the tiny shower. I opened my eyes in time to see Ginger bend over against a shower wall offering her wet pussy to her lovers. Georgia and I lapped at my wife's fiery red pussy from behind until she came. As Ginger recovered, Georgia grasped my hard dick and placed it at the entrance of our lovers' pussy and I slid into the wet familiar pussy of my wife. Georgia helped us reach quick successive orgasms by alternating between licking my swinging swollen balls and Ginger's clit.

Afterward we slumped to the floor, taking advantage of our position licking and pleasuring Georgia starting with her pussy. After Georgia came a few more times, we finally gently washed her entire body and then it was my wife's turn to be pleasured and scrubbed clean. When we were finished we were washing with cold water. We got out, dried each other off with the extra towels the ladies had brought. We were reluctant to get dressed and went to the kitchen where I made breakfast for my incredibly sexy lovers. I had to dump the coffee I made earlier and made a fresh pot as I made us all some bacon and a simple omelette with odds and ends from the fridge.

After staring at our naked bodies through breakfast, it was Ginger who suggested we go for a walk and enjoy the lake breezes at the Mc Glaughlin Wildlife Preserve behind the GM Canada HQ which had picnic tables. Ginger and I often took long romantic walks holding hands in the area; enjoying it at all times of the year. We got some cold water in our metal water bottles, our picnic basket and then drove our friend out to one of our favorite places where we tried walking off our breakfast. We enjoyed the herons, cormorants, swans, sparrows, terns, killdeers and even the herring gulls; even the squirrels. Georgia had no idea this was out here so close to a major highway and a nuclear power plant and a corporate HQ of the Canadian arm of a major auto manufacturer. Georgia had grown up in Toronto until age thirteen and then moved to the big mansion on Lake Scugog where her family now lived north of the town of Port Perry. The ceramics and stained glass classes were a way to escape from her oppressive wealthy family.

By 1 pm we were getting hungry again and took a short drive to a nearby chicken fast-food place where we bought some fried chicken and salads; along with some cold water. It was starting to warm up on this early June afternoon. When we returned, we chose to sit at a picnic table on a small hill surrounded by meadows to the north, a view of the lake to the southeast and southwest and a small wooded area directly south. We enjoyed our picnic and I enjoyed seeing the tight fitting and slightly short top and shorts Georgia borrowed from Ginger to wear this afternoon on our hike. It was almost 3 pm as we left for home. Ginger suggested that Georgia had enough time to freshen up and wash her clothes from yesterday using our washer and dryer at our townhouse. It was unspoken, but understood that we would also have time for some love making. I barely knew Georgia, only from what Ginger told me from their ceramics class, yet I found I was starting to fall in love with her. I know Ginger and I felt it was more than simply lust for Georgia which she had.

When we all got home we all stripped naked in front of the washing machine, loaded it, started it, and then walked to the bedroom in an unspoken agreement. The ladies got started on the bed and I began stroking my dick as I sat and watched. When they came, they rested with Georgia on top of Ginger in a sixty-nine facing the end of the bed AND ME. I was rock hard, so I grabbed a condom from the nightstand, tore one open, slid it on me, moved behind Georgia, and slid all the way in on a slow steady thrust. Georgia moaned sending vibrations deep into Ginger's pussy. I grabbed her hips and started up a steady rhythm we both seemed to enjoy. When Georgia came I paused deep in her until she was done cumming. I eased out of her, took off the condom, walked to the other end of the sixty-nine, and eased into my wife's pussy. I pumped her and made love to her exactly how she loved it most. Georgia climbed off and watched as husband and wife made love. We forgot Georgia was even there until we heard her in the chair cumming again from masturbating while watching us. That excited me so much that I came, which turned Ginger on and she came milking what little I had left in me.

Georgia glanced at the clock, raced to throw the clothes in the dryer, then hopped into the shower finding it already occupied by us. We tenderly and quickly washed her and we washed ourselves as she dried herself, applied make-up and perfume, got her clothes out of the dryer, dressed and we tossed on shorts and t-shirts minus underwear, kissed Georgia goodbye and watched her drive off into the distance. That was the first of many weekends we spent with Georgia. We often went to movies or out for supper or simply shared a pizza; sometimes streaming a movie. During that wonderful year together with Georgia we explored almost everything sexual a two females and one male threesome could do. Watching my wife use a strap-on dildo with Georgia was a huge turn-on and one of the highlights of that exciting year with Georgia. When my wife and I "double penetrated" it was a wonderful sexy act enjoyed by all; a bit too awkward to be a frequent part of our sex life with Georgia. A couple times we went camping, hiking, or a concert. Then she was gone from our lives, seemingly forever, at the end of June a year after that first night of sex together.

We had planned on a regular quiet evening of take-out Canadian Chinese food on the Friday night. Georgia was expected at seven, and when she did not appear by nine we called her cell phone. We were taken aback when her father answered the phone.

Mr. Frost said, "Georgia has gone away. She's safe from you perverts and far away from you. I sent her away. GOOD-BYE!"

We never had a chance to say a single word to Mr. Frost. He had already made up his mind about us and due to our unconventional PRIVATE sex life, often involving his daughter, had judged us as "perverts". Ginger bawled her eyes out and a late supper with Georgia was soon forgotten; only Georgia was on our mind. We talked about possibilities based on the little that Mr. Frost had told us. Being very intelligent people and working as a team we made some sound deductions before falling asleep that night still in our clothes. We had deduced that Mr. Frost had sent her to another province, country and most likely to the States since we knew his company was expanding successfully in the brutal American grocery market. He also had stores as far away as Victoria, British Columbia or Los Angeles, California. We knew from Georgia that she had relatives in those same places and other places such as Winnipeg, Miami, Boston, and Buffalo.

We also strongly suspected Georgia was a person with STABLE Bipolar 1 or 2 disorder. Maybe she had some other mental or physical illness? She had always expertly deflected any such questions when we had asked about her past. Georgia was sexy, intelligent and all about "THE NOW" and not about yesterday as I often had to be as a History Teacher. When we had played board games she often won not due to distracting us with her body, but sheer force of will and intelligence. She avoided drinking alcohol which was a big clue that she was on psychiatric medications. We knew she took prescription medication, but hid well whenever she took her medication. We loved and respected her too much to go snooping in her purse to find out what medications she was taking. We agreed that whatever her problem was and her father's true reason for taking her from people who loved her and whom she loved dearly, there was nothing more we could do.

We spent the next 3 years barely eating, cutting our cable and every expense possible trying to save up money for a down-payment for a house. Hopefully we would soon be able to start a family. We both excelled at our jobs and put almost all of our sexual energy into work instead of the active sex life we enjoyed with Georgia back when we felt more alive than we ever thought possible.

Flash forward to now and tonight as we drove to dinner. It had been years since we had last been out and tonight we were celebrating the closing of our new home we had just bought and the other slightly lesser job related events. We now made more than enough for a cheap house which we might need to fix up which was far from people. It was a small cozy home on twenty acres on the edge of a speck of land north of Whitby, Ontario called Myrtle Station.

As we got into our car we formulated a game plan for dealing with Georgia. We would be welcoming, loving, and honest; trying not to cry too much. We still loved her and would accept her and any tale she told us unconditionally. As we approached the restaurant Georgia got out of a newer Honda Civic, set the alarm and walked into the restaurant. We drove around the block once and finally parked behind her on the street in front of the restaurant. Georgia now once again was the opposite of my wife with long flowing blonde hair which had been short when we knew her three years ago. Ginger had long red hair three years ago and now had short professional looking cropped red hair. Ginger looked and acted like a tough, yet caring badass at work being a great nurse and advocating on behalf of her clients best health. At home Ginger was still warm, tender, adventurous, and loving; much like the woman Georgia had fallen in love with.

Nothing could stop the energetic blonde goddess waiting for us as she got up from the bench she was sitting on and collided with Ginger ending with a passionate overly long kiss on the lips. Most of the restaurant was watching so I cleared my throat loudly to remind them where they were.

I finally quipped, "What, no kiss for me?"

Georgia reluctantly left my wife and collided with me with equal force and an equally passionate kiss on the lips; only a much shorter duration. I noticed from the tight embrace that Georgia was bustier, slightly rounder ass and less tight stomach; clearly having gained a few extra pounds. As soon as we separated, we were taken to a cozy corner table and ordered our dinner. None of us could drink alcohol, so we toasted our multiple celebrations with sparkling water instead of champagne. Georgia seemed reluctant to start so I told her of the past three years of our lives.

I said, "Not much has changed in our lives. We cut back on a lot of expenses and were able to add enough to our savings for the down-payment and mortgage to buy a house north of Whitby in the hamlet or town of Myrtle Station. It will need some work, but as you know we are both very good with our hands. I finally got my dream job of being a high school history teacher and during the summer I now replace vacationing counselors at a community mental health agency. Ginger got a couple raises and changed her look to be more professional. We still go for picnics, but have not been camping since we were on that wonderful fall trip to Killarney Provincial Park. This is also the first time we have gone to a restaurant or ate restaurant food since we last saw you. Everything was about saving up for a hefty down-payment for a house. We move in next weekend."

Georgia looked nervous and ready to run until, as one person, we put our hands on hers. Like many times before, we seemed to have a calming effect on her. Finally she spoke.

Georgia said, "As you most likely guessed when we were 'dating' I have a mental illness. Before I met you wonderful friends I was stable for a year. Shortly after meeting you, Eric, I began to get hypersexual when we experimented with rough sex, DP, and bondage. The true me is not into that and I could tell neither were you two. You merely did it to make me happy and I appreciate it. I am bisexual and I love you both equally; more than any other people I've ever met. I wanted to stay with you forever, but one day my dad found my condoms, and a very sleazy outfit I wanted to surprise you both with. He freaked, then I freaked out and the yelling fight led to an actual mental breakdown for me.

The final thing that triggered my psychosis was my father taking away my car and allowance forbidding me from ever seeing you again. I was told he sent me to a mental hospital in California near where he has some stores and some of my cousins live. I barely remember flying on a plane or entering hospital. When I was released from hospital I lived with my cousins in their compound near Los Angeles and given a job stacking shelves and updating prices on the shelves. A couple times due to my creativity they let me arrange and set up special product displays; ignoring my extremely high IQ. I finally proved myself to be a 'good girl' by having no sex or relationship with anyone and showing up for work on time never missing a single day. I never had any relationships since I'm still in love with and deeply desire both of you. I only hope you both still love and desire me despite what my father did and that I never sent you any form of communication."

Ginger responded, "We both still love and desire you. We strongly suspected you had bipolar or schizoaffective disorder, but that is something you seemed to want to keep private; even from us."

Ginger leaned closer to Georgia and whispered, "I want to get my head under that sexy dress you're wearing and if you have panties on I will tear them apart with my teeth and lick you to a thunderous orgasm."

Those words had me instantly hard and sent a shiver through Georgia and I swear she came. I called the waiter over for the check and left a hefty tip. We practically ran for our cars and as we ran I swear I smelled the almost forgotten scent of Georgia's arousal. We got to our townhouse in half the time it should take us. As we made it to the bed, clothes went flying and, then we hesitated. It was as if we had suddenly forgotten how to make love to each other. Ginger broke the ice by moving our old lover to the bed on her back and began to assault Georgia's pussy with her tongue just the way we remembered she liked it. After that first orgasm both of my lovers seemed much more relaxed. Georgia then moved Ginger into a sixty-nine on top of her. I stood at the end of the bed watching as this still beautiful woman brought my wife to orgasm.

To complete the reunification Georgia beckoned me closer and took my dick all the way down her throat. She sucked me like that a few times and then inserted me into my wife's pussy. I eased into her then built up a rhythm we both enjoyed while Georgia alternated between licking my wife's clit and my balls. As soon as Ginger came I quickly followed.

We rested a minute, and then I moved around to gaze at and prepare to enter Georgia's pussy. Ginger sucked my dick and was about to reach for a condom when Georgia stopped her.

Georgia said, "Ginger no need for condoms anymore. My father insisted I get put on the birth control pill which I've been on for six months planning for and eager for this moment. SO, Eric STOP wasting time and stick that fat beautiful long dick in my pussy NOW!"

Ginger grabbed my dick and inserted me into the now tight pussy of Georgia's. Ginger moved away to watch us. Georgia let out a steady moan as she watched me ease into her very familiar pussy. I was only half in when Georgia came. I let her rest until she moved her hips urging me deeper. I was soon thrusting in and out of that beautiful blonde pussy and gently made love to this sad wounded woman. As my speed of thrusting increased we were both soon cumming with me spurting deep into Georgia. When I eased out of her, Georgia spoke, "I really NEEDED THAT. I missed that nice fat dick. My family never allowed sex toys like dildos or vibrators. All I had was my fingers to masturbate with. Now I want to lick your cum out of Ginger's pussy while you fuck me from behind."

I did as I was told and was happy to see Georgia being assertive and confident once again. It felt wonderful easing into her pussy bare-back while she licked my wife to a few orgasms. I came again which set Georgia off and that set my wife off. We all climbed into bed and cuddled up to sleep with Georgia in the middle. In the morning I was awakened by a tight pussy enveloping my dick and it took me a minute to realize it was Georgia. She quickly reached one orgasm and was on to another when I came triggering another orgasm. We apparently woke up Ginger, so the two of them got into a sixty-nine, and I hopped into the shower. When I came out and got dressed Georgia tore herself away from Ginger's pussy.

I said, "I'm going out to get breakfast sandwiches and coffee. Most of our stuff is packed and ready for next weekend's move."

Georgia remarked, "If you see a car following you, ignore it since father hired a detective to keep track of me. Feel free to bring him a black coffee."

I was there and back in less than 30 minutes and did get the detective a black coffee which I told him was from Georgia. He was a bit alarmed, but eagerly took it and the small timbits which I told him was from me. We spent the rest of the weekend mostly in bed only going out for a quick picnic at lunch time on Sunday. We enjoyed a leisurely walk afterward along the Lake Ontario shore. The time apart from Georgia seemed to vanish. All those soft tender romantic moments with Georgia came flooding back and we cherished our lover returning to us even more. Others might have been angry and turned their back on Georgia, but we had no room for hate in our hearts; only love for the three of us. Georgia was a part of us whether she was near or far.

It was then time for Georgia to go home for the week. Life returned to the new normal with joy in our hearts and Georgia in our bed. By moving day we were completely ready and Georgia got to meet our friends. After doing two trips to our new house we unpacked and had many of our friends camped out in our large yard. Supper was multiple pizzas and then marshmallows by our new fire pit. The house was restricted for only for Georgia, Ginger and me.

In the morning the nurse friends of Ginger including Georgia made an outdoor buffet breakfast. Then the guys from the high school and a few counselors I knew, under the direction of a carpenter and roofer friend of mine, did as many repairs as possible to our home and built a small pottery barn with a kiln. We also cleared shrubs and trees near the house where we were going to build a baby room and a guest room. Georgia was able to get steaks from her family's grocery chain plus salads and potatoes. We rented a party barbecue to cook it all for our hard working friends for supper. The next morning we had another buffet breakfast and finished up the work on the house. By lunch all of our friends and their tents were long gone. All that was left was Georgia, Ginger and me. We enjoyed left-over steak and salads for supper then quickly showered. Now that we were alone on a property surrounded by trees, we finally fulfilled an old sexual fantasy we all had of making love outdoors in the summer sun. Georgia stayed until morning and departed after breakfast.

Life returned to a new normal and Georgia was able to spend a couple extra nights a week with us; getting the pottery barn fully operational. We laid the foundation for the new rooms and let it cure for the summer. We spent another wonderful year and a half with Georgia and then her mother died. She started being more forgetful. We made love less and less frequently until she vanished. We actually drove to her family's mansion to ask her father where she had disappeared to. The death of his wife mellowed him a bit and he actually called to tell us his detective found Georgia in a warming room in Toronto. He said he was sending her to Europe somewhere this time. When she's ready and if she wants to she can come live with us since it was the most stable time of her life when she's with us.

We waited and waited then a year later we gave up waiting. We didn't have the heart to tear down her pottery barn and stained glass studio or not keep closet space for her. We decided to make a baby and while thinking of Georgia we got pregnant. Nine months later, Mary Georgia Saunders was born and our life was never the same. The day Mary was born was one of the happiest of my entire life. Mary's first birthday came far too soon. All the friends and family departed after the party, we put Mary to bed, and then we heard a car pull into our driveway. Out stepped Georgia and then she reached into the back seat and took a baby out of the baby seat. It had been yet another 3 years since we last saw our lover and apparently things had not only changed in our lives but also clearly in Georgia's too. We were all now parents.

Georgia knocked on the front door and we opened it cautiously this time.

Georgia cheerfully announced, "Mommy 2 and daddy we're home. Let me introduce little Shawn Eric Saunders. He's your son Eric. When I got sick the last time I stopped taking ALL of my pills including my birth control pills. When I missed my period a few times I got scared and ran. My father's detective found me and he got me to help in time to prevent any harm to OUR baby; Shawn. He's named after my grandfather and you. I'm so sorry I never called or texted or Skyped you or even came here face-to-face until today. I was really sick and wanted to kill myself. I almost sent him to you several times with a nanny and then kill myself. Then I got a great counselor at a hospital in Scotland who reminded me of you and I felt strong enough to come here; home at last. The big question is if you will take me back forever? Will you make a home for us here?"

Ginger spoke first saying, "Of course we will take you in and make a home for both you and Shawn. We love you both and from the day we had dinner at that Italian restaurant in Oshawa this was your home. That's why we built the pottery barn and stain glass studio and kept it ready to use while you were gone. Now, OUR DAUGHTER Mary will have a big brother to grow up with."

I added, "That goes double for me. Shawn is my son and you are my second wife; our long lost love. This IS and has ALWAYS BEEN your home. Georgia, stop running. You don't need to run away from us the people whom you love the most in the world and the people who love you more than any other in the world. You can now meet your daughter as we make a bed beside her for our son."

Ginger got the bedding ready and took care of our children. I took our second mommy into the bathroom to shower. I took off her clothes, shed my own, and hopped into the shower. I gently washed Georgia, got between her legs, licked her pussy to orgasm, she sucked me fully hard, bent over the back wall of the shower as I eased my dick into her and she quickly confirmed that she was on the birth control pill. I pumped her until she came and then I pumped her for a few more minutes and I came also. The years had changed her with larger rounder breasts from breast feeding and stretch marks from giving birth to our son. It hurt a bit not being there for Shawn's birth, but now our daughter Mary had a big brother to grow up with. While I rested and pondered those thoughts kissing Georgia passionately; my first wife and our lover Ginger joined us. We played and washed a bit more in the shower, then led Georgia to our bedroom.

A couple times during the night we took turns taking care of the babies or making love to each other. We were at last a complete family. Over the next decade we had a girl, Victoria Rose Saunders, born to Georgia. Next was James Franklin Saunders to Ginger and lastly was another boy born to Georgia; Harry Michael Saunders. The years were not as easy as we hoped, but life with a bipolar mommy as the den mother in a country home was very interesting. Georgia slowly became a great mommy and a great artist selling stain glass for retro's of old farm houses and churches. She also sold pottery and ceramics with innovative glazes and styles. She now averaged a hospitalization every seven to ten years; often in a private facility in southern Ontario paid by the rich part of her family. No other monetary help was offered or requested. For the rest of our lives Georgia never again ran away or was sent away from us and stayed with her family at our home in Myrtle Station.

The End

Postscript

It was twenty years after Georgia came back to us permanently that society caught up with us and multiple partner marriages of people over 18 and up to five members were legal. The day after the laws were changed we had a huge wedding. It was a trio wedding which now included Georgia as our LEGAL SPOUSE. I was 55 by then and we now had a few grandchildren. All parts of our family had come to accept our relationship and any whom did not had died long ago. Word had gotten around and our marriage became a focal point of many of the celebrations of the new law. As we aged the sex became less intense, but the love and friendship between us grew deeper with each passing year. We lived long into old age happy and together with Georgia; mostly happily ever after.