Doing Anything for Love

Author's note: All of the characters in this story and series are over 18 years of age.

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We hadn't been to the movies in ages, as we stood in line I said to Heather that I thought the last time we were here was to see a Disney movie with the twins when they were still in public school.

The line moved quickly and all the while we were holding hands and both feeling pretty good about how we felt about each other, at least for the moment anyway. It had been less than a week since Kelly had met Heather at the wife's appreciation night gala.

As incredible as that had been, I knew it was only a matter of time though before the questions would begin. Our neighbor a retired busybody named Mrs. Robinson had already pulled me aside to tell me what she thought was shocking news.

She tried to whisper as if anyone could hear her talk, "I don't want you to be the last one to know."

"Know what?" I had asked innocently, pretending not to already know where this was heading.

The old lady paused as if trying to figure out a good way of telling me.

"I know you love Heather, any fool can see that," she paused again and they shook her head.

"Brian you are too good a father and a husband not to know, but your wife isn't faithful." She looked relieved to finally get this off her rather sizable chest.

"What do you mean," I tried to look shocked.

"Do you mean she is seeing other men?"

"Worse."

"Worse, is she's seeing two other men," I couldn't help myself.

"No, No, No, I saw Heather and ANOTHER woman kissing each other in your driveway the other night and they weren't just quick pecks, Heather and the other woman were going at it hot and heavy."

I tried to look shocked but didn't really succeed, "Oh."

"Oh? is that all you're going to say?" Now Mrs. Robinson really was shocked.

"I saw the one woman with her hand up Heather's dress and I can recognize "Heavy Petting" when I see it and Heather was obviously enjoying it," Mrs. Robinson said almost becoming belligerent.

"Do they still call that "Heavy Petting?" I asked almost conversationally. Mrs. Robinson was even more shocked by my lack of being upset.

"Brian, I cannot believe that you would be so unconcerned that your wife was engaging with someone who was a lesbian, in full view of your neighbors." Mrs. Robinson's face was almost completely bright red and she was breathing hard.

"Actually, Mrs. Robinson, the woman you saw with Heather is Kelly, and I know all about it. Heather is going through some really tough times and I thought Kelly would help Heather get some things sorted out?"

If the old lady was shocked before, now she was mortified, "You know your wife is being felt up by other women and you are okay about it."

"I shouldn't be surprised; it was actually my idea."

When I told Heather again how Mrs. Robinson was speechless for the first time since we had met her, she had told me I was horrible but we both knew that Mrs. Robinson would be just the first, and before long we were going to have to deal with the gossip, not to mention telling Carly and Naomi, our twins.

Heather laughed again as I retold the story while we waited in line and said, "Let's talk about that after the movie, right now I just want to enjoy the movie, just you and me."

I agreed, as Heather opened the door for me and I caught a reflection of Kelly in the glass door.

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"Hi mom, Hi mom," I recognized their voices at once, Carly and Naomi, a lot had happened since they were last home.

"Hi guys, it's nice to hear from you both," we usually talked once a week and since they were both living together on the coast and going to university it wasn't uncommon for them to call together.

Normally it took a few minutes to get past the awkwardness that could sometimes accumulate because of our separation, tonight was no different, but after a few minutes most of that was gone and I was busy asking them about school. I say most of it, because I could tell something was lingering just under the surface, and besides, today was Thursday, and they usually called it Sunday night.

"Come on Carl, what's bugging you," Carly didn't even try to deny something was bothering her and just like twins, if something bothered one, it bothered the other.

"Mom, are you gay?" Naomi blurted out without any attempt at subtlety.

I coughed, shocked at my daughter's boldness, not so upset that she asked, but I wondered why they could even suspect that I might be.

"Sorry, Mom, Naomi isn't known for her finesse, but one of our friends saw you and another woman at the movies a few nights ago," Carly said, in a voice that was relaxed but tinged with concern.

Our phones were silent for a few seconds.

Naomi, spoke again, the words coming out faster than I am sure she would have wanted, "Not that being a Lesbian is a bad thing, both Carly and I are bi..."

"Naomi!!!!," Carly raised her voice, "This isn't about us, it's about mom..."

"Well, it's true." Naomi said, "In fact, Carly and I have slept together..." Carly cut her off, this time using several words I didn't know she could use that quickly or harshly. I would have laughed if it hadn't been me who was their prime suspect.

"Naomi, mom doesn't need to know anything that you and I do together or who we sleep with regardless of how they identify," Carly was always the calmer and more logical of our two daughters but I was pretty sure that she didn't mean to imply that her and her sister had been active with each other. Strangely none of that bothered me, I was more concerned with the fact that Brooke and I hadn't really decided how to tell Brian, much less our daughters.

"What did you hear?" I asked, I wondered if they would notice that I didn't deny their concern.

"Caitlyn and her boyfriend," they both blurted it out at the same time before Carly took control back and said, "Naomi, I will tell her," I could picture her telling her sister off in the way she had done since they were little.

"Caitie said they were in line and she commented about a Milf standing in line ahead of them."

"Milf?" I asked, not having recognized the term.

"Mother I'd like to fuck," Naomi added, this resulted in another "Shhhhh" from Carly.

"Caitie wants to fuck me?" I said not upset at the term but considering that Caitie thought I was sexy and despite myself, I couldn't help but consider Caitie's small and very curvy body.

"Not you, although she has said you are pretty hot before," she paused as if knowing she had already said too much. "No, she meant the other woman that you were holding hands with and then kissed in front of everyone as if nobody in our town would care that you would kiss another woman in public."

"Mom, you know how conservative our town is," Naomi added, in a remarkable adult tone.

Silence for a moment or two, my mind whirling at a million miles a second. I had a ton of ways to blow this and only one chance to explain myself and the time was measured in milliseconds.

"It was daddy."

Silence.

"Mom, come on, Caitie said the woman was smoking hot and when she recognized it was you, she was confused, hurt for us, and kind of turned on that you would even be holding hands with another woman."

"Is that all she thought she saw?" I said, secretly hoping that was all they had noticed.

"No Mom," they both said together again, and Naomi added, "Caitie said they sat in the row behind you and watched you two making out like teenagers and she was pretty sure the Milf was feeling you up for most the of movie."

Carly spoke, this time her voice was firm, strained, and almost demanding, "Mom are you seeing another woman behind Daddy's back?"

More silence.

"You might not believe this, but let me explain," and I started talking.

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It had been a long time but not so long that I didn't remember the feeling.

There was something about being naked with a woman who was fully clothed. The sense of vulnerability, of being exposed, of being a plaything. It was a feeling that was hard to explain to someone who didn't understand. In my life I could only remember one person who understood, I hadn't thought about her in so long that sometimes I wondered if my memory of what we did had even really happened.

Allowing my eyes to roll back in my head, I could feel warm lips moving on my cock. I remembered one of the first times that feeling had been real, Kate Anderson, Coach Anderson. I had never told anyone, even Heather didn't know, nobody did, nobody but us. She had waited until I had turned eighteen, we had kept the secret, it had been the only way to keep her safe. I smiled as I remembered the many close calls, a little disappointed too because they had been the reason Kate had told me we had to stop.

She had been the only one who had really created those unmistakable feelings, those feelings I had when I was inside her mouth. Until now.

I could feel the hot breath on my smooth skin, I could feel the touch and soft grazing of long fingernails softly moving along different parts of me. I had almost given up on ever feeling that way again, I loved Heather but knew she would never even do this, much less the other things that Kate would do. The feelings, the desire, the intensity flooded back now.

This feeling rekindled the feelings I had for Kate, I knew she was in her late fifties now and we still saw each other occasionally, we would smile, and I could see in her eyes, the same feeling I had looking at her, I didn't think it was lust, it wasn't love, at least not the kind I had for Heather, but desire, very much it was desire. I felt this way now again, it was a feeling I craved having been denied it for so long.

I felt the soft touch of fingers on my smooth skin, the caressing of my balls, the single pleasure of one finger and nail tracing a path between my ass and balls all the while the warm mouth bobbed up and down the length of my cock. I could feel my breathing coming more irregularly, I could my back arching, and I could feel my body trembling as the woman's tongue worked its magic.

Standing, I looked down at the woman on her knees as her mouth held me tight and as if to ensure I wouldn't get away, one hand was firmly, but not tightly working my shaft up and down, and the other hand was playing and rimming my ass. I could see her blonde hair, she looked up at me, the intensity of her blue eyes mirroring my own.

I could almost feel the cum rising, I could feel the heat, the could sense the pressure, my body almost arched out of bed, and a deep-seated groan escaped from someplace deep inside me. Then I was coming, I said as much, but the woman obviously knew as my hot, sticky, cum filled her mouth, once and then twice. She didn't miss a job, as I caught my breath, she licked her lips, using her tongue to quickly check and lap up any that spilled, but it hadn't.

Cleaning me, she took her time; despite coming, my cock was slow to return to normal and she took her time. Finally, she looked up into my eyes and smiled, it was a smile I recognized, it was a smile that shocked me to the core. The smile belonged to Kelly.

Then I woke up.

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"So tell me what happened after I left."

Brooke sat in her chair while I sat beside her on the couch in her office. She was dressed in a short business skirt, white blouse, and stylish boots, her hair was up, and her scent was of old spices, adventure, and just a hint of something else, I couldn't put a word to it but it made me think of arousal and it was everything I could do to focus on answering her question and not want to ravish her. She had that effect on me every time I spoke to her, especially lately, it wasn't that I wanted to cheat on Kelly, I mean Brian, but somehow with Brooke it just felt... felt justified.

She placed her hand on my thigh, the warmth radiating from her small hand didn't help my focus and only dialed up my passion even more.

"Kelly and I danced all night, she told me in the morning how sore her feet were, but we both had more fun dancing together than we had enjoyed in years. On the dance floor, we talked and kissed, and she felt me up shamelessly. I know several people commented loud enough for us to hear but between you and me Brooke, it only added to my excitement."

As I talked I knew how flushed I was getting, and as if not paying attention Brooke moved her hand slowly up and down my thigh my bare thigh. I tried not to stare at her fingers as she brought them up closer to the hem of my own short skirt subtly, almost as if that wasn't her purpose all the time.

"At one point Kelly even came into the lady's room with me, for a few moments we were the only two in the room and Kelly pushed me up against the wall and slipped her hand under my dress. I was soaked and moaned almost continuously as she used her fingers to work my little box and we were right out in the open if anyone had walked in on us there would have been no hiding anything. It felt so wanton, so nasty, and so absolutely incredible."

"The entire night had been like that, I remember you leaving, about you kissing both Kelly and me passionately right in front of everyone. I felt the stares, the shock, the disbelief because nobody believed that any of us could be somebody's husband, leaving them to scandalously jump to the conclusion that three lesbians had crashed their gala. It was delicious and was the most erotic I think I had ever felt in my life."

"Somehow we ended up at home, in our driveway, we stood in the warmth of the evening breeze, the moon illuminating the darkness and we kissed, we kissed not like Brian and I had kissed before, we kissed like we were both ravenous like we both knew we only had this night. I remembered thinking, "What if someone sees us," and thinking who the fuck cares and I let Kelly have her way with me.

"Then I was naked and lying on the picnic table, Kelly's face was between my legs which were wrapped around her almost like a vice. Her tongue and her fingers danced on and in my body making my moaning so loud I was sure all of the neighbours would hear me. Never once though did Kelly tell me to be quiet, I arched my back and pelvis, pushing myself harder against her, she never slowed down, she kept pushing me towards the edge and letting me teeter right on the edge for so long I begged her to let me jump.

At one point I noticed a light come on at Mrs. Robinson's house next door, I laughed to myself wondering what that old busybody prude would think if she looked out her window, seeing me naked, legs wrapped around another woman, my pussy being devoured, and sounds coming from my mouth leaving no doubt as to how I was feeling. That's when Kelly let me go, her tongue and fingers never stopped but she let me leap into the abyss, I felt that feeling when my legs tightened, my body screamed, and I came hard. My world exploded into white, I felt the tremors last and last and then the blackness returned."

Brooke was slowly massaging my inner thigh, I could feel the wetness in my panties, and more than once, I knew Brooke could feel it too as she ran her fingers across me.

"The next thing I remembered was waking up in bed, Brian was asleep beside me, for a moment I was scared it was just a dream, a horrible tease, that nothing had happened; then I noticed the dress hanging on the back of the door. I leaned over and kissed Brian softly and whispered, "Thank you, it was real, it did happen."

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Brooke told me she didn't want to do this in her office. I was afraid from the moment she first called me. When I asked what she wanted to talk about, she said it would be better to talk in person.

I feared the worst, now sitting across from her I think in her office might have actually been better.

In the quiet half-filled restaurant I think I was even more afraid of what Brooke was going to tell me than I was when she called.

We had made nice, but painfully delaying small talk while we ordered. I got more and more anxious seemingly with each passing second.

"Brian, we need to talk about Heather," she said this just as the server had taken the menus and had barely left our table when my heart stopped.

Brooke's look said everything, my marriage was over, everything I had tried to do, dressing up as Kelly, going out on "date nights" dressed as Kelly, all of it was for nothing.

"Thanks for trying Brooke, I said trying to keep from tearing up," I sniffed a little, trying stoically not to cry, "You did everything you could to save it."

A second or two passed.

Brooke looked confused but reached across and took my hand, her hand was warm, and inviting, and I could feel the electricity running through her body and connecting with me.

"Heather is a lesbian," I knew the words were coming, they were not a surprise, they were not a shock, but they were devastating because I knew the way she was when I was dressed as Kelly and the way she was when I was me were two totally different people.

"I'm sorry Brian, I tried." If possible the warmth of her touch seemed to have increased.

"What can I do, I love her so much it hurts when I think of not being part of her life. Are you sure?"

Brooke waited several moments before replying, "Brian I am sure and so is she, to be happy she wants to be with a woman." There it was: a simple statement, nothing fancy, nothing extravagant, just the truth I knew was coming, the truth that would end my marriage, and tear me apart from the only person I had ever truly loved.

Brooke looked a me, she was sympathetic, she was concerned, but weirdly she also didn't seem too upset, I could see something in her eyes that gave me a small glimmer of hope.

"What is it?"

"You noticed Brian," she smiled. Reaching down into the black abyss that I was rapidly sinking into Brooke held the promise of a chance.

"There is something you could do, but I don't know that you would be willing because the sacrifice would exact a huge cost to you and I don't think I could think of anyone except you who might do this.

In my mind, I grasped that glimmer of hope with both hands, "What hope, what could I do? Heather is a lesbian, there is nothing I can do to change that."

Brooke looked at me took a small sip of her wine and waited until some people moved past our table.

"You could become Kelly permanently."

I was confused, I already was Kelly anytime we went out, on dates, shopping, or going on little day trips, I was getting to the point where I was Kelly more than I was Brian, "What do you mean I am already Kelly most of the time."

Brooke took another sip, seemed to savor it, and then said, "What I am offering is for you to really become Kelly, to not dress like Kelly, but to transition and become a woman for Heather."

End of Chapter 3