My lesbian lust for Auntie Evie

You can bet your bottom dollar that, from the moment I got into my car and drove towards Walter's and Evie's house, I was on the phone with Elisa. She heard words come out of my mouth that I don't think any woman had heard another woman say. Every time I threw out a rhetorical question like, "Why did she have to lie to me?" or "She said she wanted to marry me and leave him, but has she done it yet?" Before Elisa could even get a full word out, I talked right over her, giving her more statements, more questions, and more anger.

Just as I pulled up in front of Evie's House, I said to Elisa, "Hey, I'm here, I gotta go."

She answered, "Don't do anything stupid." I know you're mad, but don't get yourself in trouble. But call me after, let me know what happened."

I wiped the tears from my face, adjusted my hair, grabbed a few deep breaths to try and calm down, and exited my car. I knocked on the door lightly at first, tap, tap, tap, but didn't hear or see any movement, so I decided I was going to knock like Walter did when he came to my place drunk.

Bang! Bang! Bang, I pounded, pushing the doorbell numerous times in combination. Seconds later, Walter opened the door, surprised to see me standing there. "Hi Bella," he said, shocked that I was standing on his front porch. "Come in."

"What's up?" He asked, as I heard Evie's voice coming from down the hallway, asking, "Who's at the door?"

"It's Bella," he loudly replied.

"Bella!" she chirped out, as if maybe she was excited, or intrigued by why I had come.

After Evie entered the room, greeting me, she spoke out, "Bella, I'm surprised to see you here. What's going on?"

"What's going on? I replied. "What's going on?" I barked louder.

"Did you tell him yet, Evie? Did You?" I snapped out in anger.

I can see the sheer panic in her eyes as repeating her question and my tone sank deep into her brain. I think at that moment, she knew her little game was up. Evie didn't reply. She just stood there frozen, speechless, staring into my eyes, as if she was begging me by some mystical telepathic connection, to not say another word.

"I'll tell you what's going on, Walter. A few weeks ago, I asked your wife to marry me, and she said yes."

I grabbed Evie's right hand and pushed her finger with the ring toward his face. "This ring, Walter. This is an Engagement ring. I slipped it on her finger after we had sex. She said, "Yes." Since then, she has told me several times she was going to fucking leave you, tell your kids that she is a lesbian, and move in with me. But she hasn't!" I added.

"Did you know any of this, Walter? Did your precious lying, fucking wife, tell you any of this?" I barked out.

"Hey, watch your language," he snapped out.

"No, fuck my language and fuck you both, Walter," I replied.

"This is your game, right? The one you both play, with young, confused, unsuspecting girls? Isn't it?" I barked out.

"No, I don't know what you mean." They both tried to speak out as I cut them off.

"Oh, but it is!" I snapped back.

"See, I just had dinner with another girl from the guides that you both fucked and left hanging. Maybe you remember her! Her name is Jennifer. She told me all about how you (as I looked at Evie). She told me all about how, just after her graduation, you told her you had feelings for her, and since your marriage was in doldrums, you'd like to experiment and try lesbian sex. AND (I emphasized) the playbook was really similar to what you told me, how it developed, and how, when Walter found out, she had to sleep with him too. Sound Fucking familiar, Evie?" I asked.

"No, wait, Bella," she started trying to justify their actions. "That was a long time ago, and I was interested in experimenting."

"Ah, yes, but strikingly, that was the same thing you told me, Evie. You said you were interested in experimenting and wanted to try it with me. Even further, you had never been with another woman. Don't you remember I asked her?"

"I can pull up the text messages you sent about it." I snapped out as I reached into my purse to get my phone, "because unlike you, I don't delete my messages to hide them from my husband. But clearly, you had been with other women, Evie. You both had. So, you fucking lied to me. See Walter, my assumption is right, your wife is a fucking liar."

"You both are," I added as I finally managed to have my phone in my hand, waiting for them to deny anything so that I could prove my point.

"Even worse, Walter, it seems that you both have been with other women, because Jennifer told me the names of two other girls you guys pulled this shit with that she knows of. And I have no doubt there's more." I added.

"So, back to my question, Evie. Did you tell him?" I snapped out? Did you?

"Did you tell him about Faversham? Did you tell him you wanted a divorce? Did you call that Lawyer yet, the one you said you were going to call? DID YOU?" I screamed out!

"I got the messages to prove it. FUCKING LYING BITCH," I screamed out as I started to lose it even more.

"Walter, I have to ask, was the call that night when you 'found out' about us, a setup? Did you guys rehearse that, or was it spontaneous? Cause you did the same thing with Jennifer!"

Tears began rolling down my cheeks. My hands were shaking. My stomach was so queasy.

"Bella, please," Evie cried out. "I'm sorry."

"I told you I was beginning to become curious about women in my thirties," Evie spoke out. "That's when Jennifer happened. And there has only been one other woman, since her, and then you." She tried to justify. "I never lied, I just never had feelings like this for anyone, as I do for you." She added.

"Well then, Evie, here's your chance. We're all right fucking here." I added.

"Tell Walter you love me. Tell him you want a divorce. Tell him you want to marry me and live a life as a lesbian. Tell Him!" I demanded of her.

Evie stood looking at Walter. I knew she wasn't going to say it. I knew at that moment that she was full of shit.

"Common Evie, now's our chance. The cat is out of the bag. You're wearing my ring. You promised me the world. You told me you just had to find the right time to tell him. To tell the kids. Common, Evie," I kept egging her on. "Common. Prove your love. Tell him!"

Evie just stood there frozen. She never said a word. Walter looked almost dumbfounded. I started to think to myself that maybe I had changed her. That no matter what had happened before with whomever it happened with, I had changed her into a lesbian. That she had actually fallen in love with me and wanted to leave him, but never had the courage or the strength to do it.

After standing there for what seemed like an eternity, watching her sway back and forth, dip her head down, cup and rub her hands, she still hadn't spoken a word. I stepped forward to be in front of her, I grabbed her hand, I reached out, slipped the ring off her finger, saying, "You don't deserve this. You two fucking pieces of shit deserve each other."

"The truth hurts, Walter," I spoke out. "And tonight, I found out the truth," And so did you," I added.

Just as I turned to grab the door handle to let myself out, I looked back and did something I never expected I would ever do to or for anyone. In the heat of my anger, I lifted my shirt up, pulling the bra cups up with it. I barked out, "Take a good look at these tits, because neither of you are ever going to see them again."

Just after I got my shirt back down and the tits back in place, I reached down with both hands, thrusting my pelvis forward, pointing to my crotch, and said, "Neither of you is ever going to see this pussy either."

As I reached for the door handle, I turned back around and said, "I am going to find out who the other two girls were and make contact with them, to let them both know they were played, used, and violated, just like Jennifer and I had. Moreover, I truly hope both of those girls show up here and give you an ass-whooping that you both deserve."

I whipped the inside door open and literally kicked the screen door to force it open. I slammed the door so fucking hard behind me as I walked out that I thought the glass panel in the middle would have shattered. I actually wished it would have. I got into my car, sped off, hearing my tires chirp as I pulled from the curb, and just drove around for a long time.

I held the engagement ring in my hand, thinking of more things I should have said to them both. Deep inside, I hoped that just after I left their house, the shit truly hit the fan between them. That Walter finally realized as much as they had played me, and other girls they had seduced, that he had been played by his own wife, who, just a few weeks prior, had agreed to marry me. That he finally knew the absolute liar he was married to.

But then I thought, maybe he did know, maybe she told him. Maybe it was all a part of their game. Either way, I had my ring back, I said what I needed to say, and I felt relieved that the truth had been spoken right in front of them both.

The problem was that I was still very heartbroken. Still questioning my sexuality, still trying to figure out where I belonged in the world, and yet through it all, all I could think about was eating her pussy. Feeling her on top of me. Wanting that kind of lust and love. Not some hairy ass thick guy who would pump me for a few minutes, cum, and go to sleep. I wanted that not to stop, constant, long, deep sexual nights, just fucking until I couldn't cum anymore.

In the midst of my anger, fears, depression, anxiety, heartbreak, and resentment, I realized I hadn't called Elisa back, so just as I pulled up in front of my house sometime later, I texted her and told her I would call her tomorrow or the next day, because I was too emotional to talk. She replied that she understood.

I went to bed that night holding one of my rainbow bath towels. I had acquired online. It felt comfortable, it felt right, and it gave me the strength I needed to start putting my life back together.

Over the next few days, Elisa and I talked a lot. Even though I wasn't completely interested in having some form of a relationship with her, her constant barrage of questions about lesbian sex, love, tenderness, fears, and desires made me realize that maybe she needed to experience something she was dying to do, and apparently, she wanted me to do it with her.

A few weeks later, when my mind was a little straighter and my emotions were in check, I started to feel like myself again. I gave it to her. More than once, actually, but I'll get to that part of the story in the next chapter or two. Just know the night I confronted them wasn't the last time I heard from Evie, but I got my revenge, and I hope it broke her heart, just as she broke mine.

Stay tuned.