THE SUPER BET
PART TWO


Gametime arrived. Tom and Dawn arrived, and we spread out the food. We 
ate and chatted before the game started, kind of avoiding any 
conversation about the bet. Then we settled in the living room. Tom and 
I took the side-by-side easy chairs-the girls sat on the couch off to 
the side.

Carolina won the toss, but the Patriots' defense shut them down. Troy 
Brown had a nice punt return. The Patriots moved the ball a bit, but 
then stalled. Vinatieri had to try a field goal-and missed it.

Not a good start for the Pats. Tom was bouncing up and down at the 
missed field goal.

But the Panthers offense went three-and-out again, including a sack. 
Brown had another decent return-but the Patriots got caught for holding. 
They started at their own 37, and they also went 3-and-out. It was 
setting up to be a defensive struggle early. The punt was weak-the 
Patriots' punter sucked-but we got a good bounce. The Panthers started 
at their own 11. Another 3-and-out.

"Jesus. Whoever scores first, wins," Tom said. "This game's going to be 
3-0."

"And we should already have three," I said in disgust. "That's not like 
Vinatieri."

"That might come back to haunt the Pats," Tom taunted.

"Yeah, yeah. Let's see if the Panthers can get one first down before you 
start taunting."

The first quarter ended like that, with neither team able to do much. 
But the Patriots got a nice sustained drive going early in the second, 
and it ate up a good chunk of time. Unfortunately, Givens dropped a pass 
on third down and then Vinatieri, unbelievably, missed another field 
goal try.

"Jesus," I hissed, "when's the last time Vinatieri did that?"

"I know," Tom said. "I'm amazed myself."

But then, on the next series, Delhomme fumbled, and the Patriots took 
over deep in Carolina territory. And they finally broke the logjam-a 
five yard touchdown pass from Brady to Deion Branch, after Brady had a 
nice scramble for a first down. 7-0 Patriots. I stood up and did a happy 
dance.

"Don't worry, we'll come back," Tom said confidently.

"How, exactly? Carolina hasn't gained a yard yet!" Tom just glared at 
me-and I noticed Dawn shooting me a little smile. Heather studiously 
ignored that.

However, after the kickoff, Carolina got their offense going and started 
marching down the field. "There we go, that's more like it," Tom said. 
He was right-they scored on a long touchdown pass.

"YEE-HAH!" Tom screamed. Damn. The Pats' defense had completely shut 
them down to that point. This wasn't good, not at all.

The Pats got the ball back with a minute left. Brady completed a short 
pass, and then threw a feeble incompletion. "Brady's no Joe Montana," 
Tom smirked.

"He's closer than you think," I replied. Just as I said it, Brady 
completed a 60 yard pass to Deion Branch. "SEE?" I gloated, grinning. 
First down on the 15 with plenty of time. It only took a couple of 
plays. Touchdown, Patriots! I did another happy dance, and Dawn was 
openly grinning at me. Tom looked plainly disgusted. Heather, to my 
surprise, looked more bemused than anything.

It didn't end there. The Patriots did a squib kick, which backfired. The 
Panthers were able to get close enough for a field goal. 14-10 Patriots 
at halftime.

The chat during halftime was about anything other than the bet, or the 
game. The weather. The news. Justin Timberlake ripping Janet Jackson's 
shirt off. Whatever.

The second half started with a Patriots' three-and-out. The Panthers got 
a little drive going, but the Pats shut 'em down (thank goodness). The 
Panthers punted and the Pats took it deep within their own territory. 
The Patriots got a couple first downs but then got stopped and had to 
punt again. Miracle of miracles, Walter got a good one off-and Carolina 
got a penalty. The Patriots shut them down again and got the ball back.

And marched right down the field-another impressive drive, leading to an 
Antoine Smith touchdown. The Pats ended the third quarter with a 21-10 lead.

But the Panthers came right back with another impressive drive, and cut 
the lead to 21-16. Then they tried a 2-point conversion. They didn't get 
it-so at least they didn't get within a field goal.

"Jesus Christ, this game is going to give me an ulcer," Tom said.

"Got that right."

"And we thought it was going to be a defensive struggle," he said.

"And it was, for the first 20 minutes. Then all hell broke loose," I 
laughed.

The Patriots marched down the field again, seemingly having figured out 
the Carolina defense. They got it to the ten. And, then-disaster. On 
third and goal, Brady threw an interception.

"THAT'S IT!" Tom screamed. "That's the break we needed!"

He was right. At first, it didn't look like it, because the Pats looked 
like they were going to stop them. But Delhomme threw an 80-yard TD 
pass. Jesus. What the hell was going on? The Patriots didn't give up 80 
yard TD passes! Peyton Manning couldn't do that against them and they 
were giving them up to Jake Freakin' Delhomme????

They went for two again, and didn't get it-so it was only a 1-point lead 
for the Panthers.

And it was true-the Patriots had solved the Panther's defense. They 
marched right back down and scored-on a pass from Brady to linebacker 
Mike Vrabel, of all people. Then they went for two-and got it. 29-22, 
Patriots, with 2 1/2 minutes left.

But here came the Panthers. They marched right down the field again, and 
got it to the fifteen.

And, on third down, they scored.

Tom and I just looked at each other. Neither of us could believe it.

"I have to say, I did not predict this much scoring," Tom said. I agreed 
with him. The extra point tied things up. There was a minute left-and 
then overtime.

Then the Pats got a break-Kasay kicked the kickoff out of bounds. So, 
the Pats got the ball at their own 40. They had a minute to go 60 yards 
for a TD-or about 40 to get into Vinatieri's field goal range. Of 
course, he'd missed a couple already. I'd rather see the TD.

The Patriots got a first down-but then Troy Brown got called for 
offensive pass interference. That pushed them back ten yards. Brown 
redeemed himself with a great catch, but there was still lots of yardage 
and time was ticking away. But Brady threw a great pass to Branch on 
third and three and got the ball down inside the 30. They had saved a 
time out and called it with 9 seconds left. Enough time for Vinatieri. 
It would be a 41 yard field goal. Would this be the Vinatieri who had 
won all those games for the Patriots in the pass, or the Vinatieri that 
had missed two already today? Could he do it?

YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There were four seconds left.

Vinatieri kicked off-he kicked it deep. And the Patriots got 'em.

YEEEEEHAAAAAAH!!!!!!! I did another happy dance.

"Congratulations," Tom said graciously. "At least it was a hell of a game."

"That much is true," I agreed. "Damn, though, I wish I were back in 
Boston. The place is probably going nuts."

"No doubt, and you have to live with all the depressed Panthers fans," 
he laughed.

"Yup, and I'm wearing my Patriots hat to work tomorrow," I laughed. And 
then I brought it up. "So, when do I claim the winnings on my bet?"

Heather shot me a look. Tom cleared his throat. "Look, I've been 
thinking about that." Are you kidding me? Was he going to try to weasel 
out of this? "You know, I don't think Dawn ever really agreed to this." 
He was going to try to weasel out of it! "I think I pushed her into it. 
I think she should get one last chance to get out of it-and I'll come up 
with another acceptable way to pay off the bet."

"Hmmm. Somehow I don't think you'd say the same thing if Carolina had 
won," I pointed out.

"But that wouldn't have affected Dawn."

"You sleeping with Heather wouldn't have affected Dawn? Are you nuts?" I 
snorted. "Anyhow, though, I will agree. For Dawn's sake-and mine, I 
prefer not to sleep with women who are reluctant. But, OK, if Dawn 
thinks she was coerced into agreeing, I'll let her out of it," I 
said-making sure all knew I was being generous towards Dawn and not 
Tom-or Heather, for that matter.

"I wasn't coerced," Dawn said quietly. "I said I'd go through with it 
and I meant it."

"What?" Tom blurted.

"This is what you wanted," Dawn reminded him. "This whole bet was your 
idea-and everyone knows I always do what you tell me to do, right? Well, 
I did what you told me to do. I agreed with the bet. If you're not 
prepared to lose, you shouldn't be betting." I was amazed-in the two 
years I had known them, this was the most stern I'd ever heard Dawn be 
with him. She looked at me. "Not tonight, OK? I'll be in touch."

"Fine with me."

She got up off the couch and headed for the door. Tom, plainly 
distressed, followed.

I just sat in my easy chair, feeling unbearably smug, watching the 
post-game festivities. Tom Brady won the MVP again. I should've bet on 
that, I would've predicted it.

Heather came and sat next to me, in the chair Tom had just vacated. 
"You're not really going to go through with it, are you?"

"Sure," I told her.

"But why? I mean-I thought you'd agree, and if you won, let everyone off 
the hook."

"I might have," I said, "until I saw how enthusiastic you were. If Tom 
had won, you wouldn't have let Dawn and me off the hook, would you have? 
Why should I?"

"So, let me get this straight. You're going to sleep with Dawn for 
revenge or something?" she hissed.

"Not revenge, no. I'm going to sleep with Dawn because you all opened 
the door on this. I'm also going to sleep with Dawn because she wants 
to. And because I think it'll be fun. Dawn told me that Tom was her one 
and only."

Heather nodded. "I knew that."

"And she wants a new experience, wants to see what she's missing. I 
think that will be fun."

"How could she be missing anything?" Heather snorted. "With Tom the hunk?"

"All I know is what she said to me. I'll find out when I sleep with 
her." Inside, I was shaking my head. Sometimes women just don't get it.


Tuesday night, Dawn called. "Tom's been trying to get me to back down. I 
think he's surprised that I won't. Anyhow, I did agree to two things: 
first, he's going away on business from Thursday until next Tuesday, and 
he asked me to do this while he was away."

"OK, Friday then?" I said.

"That's good. The second thing is-it has to be at your house. But, 
that's me, too. I'd rather it happen in your bed." She took a breath. 
"He's cheated on me in our bed. I just can't do it there, with you."

"I'll see what I can do about that."

I went and found Heather. "Friday for me and Dawn. And Dawn wants it to 
be here, not there."

"OK," she sighed.

That easy? I thought I'd get an argument on doing it in our bed-I was 
surprised I didn't. "Well, it had to happen either here or there," she 
said. "It really doesn't make a difference."

"You seem to have come to terms with this."

"It's going to happen. Maybe someday you'll have to come to terms with 
something happening that you don't want to happen."

That sounded like a threat. And if I knew Heather, it was a threat 
having to do with 'getting back at me' by sleeping with Tom. But I let 
it go.


The rest of the week passed fine. We talked normally, we even made love. 
Everything was good.

Until we got home after work on Friday. Dawn would be arriving at seven. 
And Heather was plainly nervous. We cooked supper together and she was 
distracted and fidgety. We ate, and it was the same. Then, at 6:30, she 
announced, "I'm going out for the evening, OK?"

I expected that, so I told her it was fine. She kissed me and, without a 
word, left.

As I said, she seemed nervous. I was wondering if she had planned an 
extra-curricular activity for herself tonight. She hadn't cheated at 
all, as far as I knew, and I'd never had any reason to be suspicious.

But I hadn't, either-and I was about to, wasn't I? I don't know. Was it 
cheating if she agreed? And she did agree-to the parameters of the bet, 
in any case. If she was going out tonight to find someone else, I most 
certainly had not agreed. But, shit, I certainly didn't feel like I had 
the right to be sanctimonious about it.

Dawn came at seven precisely. I took her coat. Dawn was, basically, a 
demure woman-but she'd gussied herself up a bit. The skirt was a little 
shorter than usual. The blouse was unbuttoned a little lower than usual. 
She was wearing a little bit of makeup-which I'd never seen on her at 
all. Dawn, as I said, was pretty. The way she was today, was very 
pretty-a strange combination of innocence and sensuality.

She was plainly nervous, though. She sat down on the couch and requested 
a glass of wine. I was surprised at that-Dawn wasn't a drinker. I got it 
for her and she sipped it, sitting on the couch, looking uncomfortable.

"Dawn," I said tentatively. "you know, this doesn't have to happen. If 
you want, we can just tell Tom it did. You don't have to go through with 
it."

"I want to," she maintained. "Look, I'm not going to pretend I'm not 
nervous, because I've never done anything like this before. But I want 
to, believe me."

"Why?" I asked.

"I'm not going to answer that until afterwards, if then. Just trust that 
I want this, OK?"

"OK," I said. I stood, and extended a hand to her. "Shall we go upstairs?"

She smiled, stood, took my hand, and I led her up to my bedroom. She sat 
down on my bed and looked at me apprehensively. I sat next to her, and 
smiled. "If I'm going to do this, I'm doing it the right way," I said.

"OK."

With that, I leaned in and kissed her. At first she was-well, she wasn't 
resisting, but she was, I don't know, trying to get used to the idea. 
This didn't last long. Within a few seconds, she was eagerly kissing me 
back.

"Lie down," I whispered, and she did so, stretching out on the bed. I 
leaned over her and kissed her again, running my hands up and down her 
flanks-just touching, not in any 'forbidden' areas yet. She shuddered at 
first, then relaxed.

I gently probed her mouth with my tongue, and she opened for me, 
accepting my tongue probing into her mouth. I kept my hands rubbing up 
and down her sides, then reached for the top button on her blouse. She 
visibly stiffened.

I stopped my hand. She broke the kiss, and grunted, "Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"I want to do this. I have to do this. Yes, I'm sure."

"You don't have to do anything."

"Yes, I do. For me. Please."

Look, Heather, my wife, wasn't my first. We'd met junior year in 
college-and throughout high school, and before that in college, I'd been 
with a number of girls. And, a couple of times, I'd found myself in that 
common situation-where the girl's body language was saying 'yes' but her 
mouth was saying 'no'. I always stopped. I listened to the mouth.

But I'd never been in this situation before. Dawn's mouth was clearly 
saying yes-but her body language was all wrong. It confused me.

I decided to just plow through and try to relax her. I quickly got her 
shirt off, and then her bra. She was practically shaking at this point. 
I didn't know if it was fear, or lust.

I brought my lips down to her nipple. I swear, she jumped. And then she 
moaned..

I lightly sucked on her nipple and rubbed the tip with my tongue, as my 
hand went to her other breast. She squirmed underneath me, her breath 
coming out in little gasps. Jesus. I'd never been with a woman whose 
boobs were this responsive!

I reached my hand down from her breast and slid it up under her skirt. 
Damn responsive. She was soaked! But, when my hand grazed her pussy 
through her panties, she flinched again. It was strange. She 
flinched-and then she moaned.

That's when I looked up at her. Her eyes were clenched tight. Her mouth 
was wide open in an O. She was beet red. She was squirming. It was one 
of the sexiest things I'd ever seen in my life.

It gripped me. I wanted to drive her over, and in a hurry. She was so 
worked up-and still so conflicted about it-that I wanted to push her. 
Before she knew it, her panties were off, her skirt was hiked up around 
her waist-and my face was buried between her legs.

"TRAVIS! GOD!" she screamed, as my tongue made contact with her pussy. I 
burrowed in, licking deep, nudging her clit with my tongue. I wanted to 
push her over this way, and I knew it wouldn't take long. But Dawn was 
having none of it.

"God, Travis, fuck me! NOW!" I quickly stripped off my pants, climbed up 
between her legs, and entered her.

Somehow, I had the presence of mind not to ram it into her. I went very 
slowly. I slipped it into her, inch by inch. She just went nuts. Any 
inhibitions she had when we started were gone, gone, gone. I bottomed 
out, and ground my pubes up against hers, pushing myself against her clit.

She just went. Just from that. She must have been seriously worked up.

Now, I had something I had always prided myself on in bed-I had very 
good stamina. I could go a respectable while before I came. Dawn's 
writing and spasming and guttural moans as she climaxed around my dick 
were definitely testing my stamina.

I held myself deep inside her until I felt her come down. Then I started 
moving, very slowly, in and out of her. I wasn't right close, but it 
wouldn't take much. I was trying to make it last.

Dawn wasn't helping. And I really didn't mind, I have to say. As soon as 
I started moving myself in and out of her, she started climbing again. 
And it was incredible to watch. She was writing and spasming, with her 
eyes still clenched. She moaned every time I hit bottom. Then her legs 
wrapped around my ass, her hands grabbed my waist, and she started 
chanting my name like a mantra.

Damn. I was not going to hold out long. Luckily, I didn't have to. She 
stiffened, her hands dug into my waist, and she screamed my name, as I 
felt her pussy squeeze my dick again. That was all I could take.

We ended up collapsed on the bed, all arms and legs and intertwined body 
parts and leaking fluids and gasping breaths.

"Oh my oh my," Dawn gasped after a few minutes.

"Tell me about it," I answered.

"It's never been like that," she said in wonder. "I was hoping it'd be 
better, but I didn't expect that."

I didn't quite know what to say. I didn't have to. She snuggled into me 
and kept talking. "You see, Travis, there's something I always suspected 
but didn't have evidence to prove. And that's that Tom sucks in bed. Now 
I know it for a fact. I mean, twice? If I get one with him, it's a miracle."

"That bad?"

"Travis, he takes my clothes off, sticks it in, and it's over in three 
minutes. If I'm really lucky, I get a fondle. It's all about Tom." She 
took a deep breath. "I never knew any better. You have to understand, I 
was raised strict Baptist. Sex was for marriage. I was a virgin on my 
wedding night. It wasn't even discussed in my house. I got married at 23 
and had no idea what it was all about."

"I fell in love with Tom in college. He charmed the dickens out of me. I 
fell hard. And he seemed to have no problem with me waiting until 
marriage. Of course, that's because, I now know, he was getting it 
elsewhere. He's a typical chauvinist when it comes to women-virginal 
bride, sluts on the side." My eyes bugged out of my head-Dawn never 
talked like this.

"So, I marry this guy. My wedding night was painful and awkward. Well, 
maybe it'll get better, right? Nope-it's less painful, but that's it. I 
guess, for a while, I figured that's the way it was supposed to be. But 
girls talk. I remember a conversation a few years ago with some of the 
girls at work. I must admit, I blushed to my roots at how down-and-dirty 
it was-but I also learned just how hopeless my sex life was.

"Understand, it was always something I was interested it, growing up. 
But it seemed forbidden and I was told it was evil and all that. And 
then I ended up with Tom. And then I heard that the fact that it wasn't 
what I had expected wasn't my fault. Even Heather-she told me once how 
good you were."

"She did?" I snorted. "Then why was she so gung-ho for Tom to win the bet?"

"Because I've never told her how hopeless Tom is, probably. Anyway, I 
saw this opportunity and I went for it. And I'm sorry if I scared you at 
first, because I was completely going against my upbringing. I mean, I 
just committed adultery-my mother is probably spinning in her grave. But 
I had to. I had to find out. So now I know. I'll never be able to thank 
you enough for this, Travis. Heather's a lucky woman."

"I wish she'd realize that. I love her dearly, you know-but I think 
sometimes she takes me for granted."

Just then we heard a noise, kind of like a combination of a bump and a 
squeak, from outside the bedroom door. Dawn looked at me and whispered, 
"What's that?"

"I don't know." I got up and crept over to the door, and opened it. To 
my absolute fucking amazement, there, on the floor, sat Heather.

Her skirt was bunched up to her thighs. Her panties were strewn on the 
floor beside her. And she was crying.

"Heather?"

She looked up, horror etched on her face. "Travis? Oh GOD! What-why-"

"We heard something."

"Oh God I'm so embarrassed." She scrambled to her feet, and looked like 
she was going to run.

"Heather, what are you doing here? I thought you were going out."

"That was a ruse. I parked the car around the block, walked back, and 
waited until the bedroom light went on." She took a deep breath. "I 
didn't want to admit this, but the thought of you with another woman, 
especially Dawn, had me so turned on I couldn't stand it."

"Why are you crying?"

She waved at the bedroom. "What you said. Because you're probably right. 
I do take you for granted." She got a little smirk on her face. "But who 
would've thought Tom was such a dud in bed? Poor Dawn." Then she grinned 
and blushed at the same time. "I guess you showed her the difference, 
judging by the sounds I was hearing."

I just grinned, then I heard from the bedroom, "Travis? Is that Heather?"

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry, Dawn," Heather called into the bedroom, "I'll leave you guys 
alone."

"No, Heather, get your ass in this room!" Dawn said. Heather and I just 
looked at one another, and traipsed in the room. "You were 
eavesdropping!" Dawn said.

"Yes," Heather admitted, eyes downcast.

"That's OK. You had to make sure I didn't break anything," Dawn giggled. 
She was sitting in the bed. The sheet was pulled up covering her boobs, 
but it wasn't doing a very good job. "Come here," she said, pointing to 
the bed. Heather tentatively sat down on it, and Dawn reached over and 
hugged her. "Thank you. You have no idea how much this meant to me."

Heather looked at her. "Dawn, you've changed."

"I feel free. Liberated." She grinned at Heather. "So, why, exactly, 
were you eavesdropping?"

"Well, it turned me on. You and Travis together. I was turned on just 
thinking about it."

"Are you still turned on?" Dawn asked. Heather nodded yes. "Well, I can 
leave. It's OK, I had a wonderful time. He is your husband, after all."

"What if I don't want you to leave?" Heather said with a gleam in her eye.

I had to stifle a bit of a gasp. Heather had been with a few women in 
college, I knew that, and she had enjoyed it. She'd told me it was just 
experimenting, it was fun but she was done with it-but she was looking 
at Dawn like she was a particularly tasty morsel.

"What do you mean, you don't want me to leave?" Dawn said with a clutch 
in her throat.

"I think you should stay, " Heather said. "This is your night, you 
should be part of the fun." She leaned in close to Dawn. "Have you ever 
been with another woman?" she asked.

"No," Dawn gasped.

"It wasn't just thinking about Travis that turned me on, you know. I 
heard you moaning and screaming. It got me going so bad, Dawn."

"Heather-oh God-I don't think I could do that!" Dawn gasped.

"Do what? Do this?" And Heather leaned in and kissed her.

I'd been flaccid since Dawn and I had finished. Seeing Heather kiss 
Dawn-well, that changed and in a hell of a hurry.

Dawn? She was shocked. But only for a minute. She started to go with it. 
Heather pulled away and said, "Do you want me to stop?"

"No," Dawn whispered. Heather leaned back in and started kissing her 
again. Feeling left out, I decided to help out by getting Heather's 
clothes off of her. She purred into Dawn's mouth and patted my hand.

Heather kept kissing Dawn but she also slid her hands down to Dawn's 
breasts. She fondled Dawn's nipples. Dawn moaned into her mouth.

Heather, however, was completely worked up. As soon as I got all her 
clothes off, she leaped off the bed, and approached it from the end. She 
pulled the sheet off of Dawn, exposing her completely. And then she dove 
right in-but, as she was lowering her face into Dawn's crotch, she 
turned to me and hissed, "Fuck me!"

What a sight I was presented with! My beautiful wife, her ass presented 
to me, bent over and licking our neighbor's pussy. I didn't have to be 
told twice-I slid into Heather, pushing her face deeper into Dawn's pussy.

I pounded into her, back and forth, and listened to her moan into Dawn's 
pussy. Dawn, for her part, was gasping and whining at the assault from 
Heather's tongue. Heather had been all worked up, so I knew it wouldn't 
take her long. Her battering tongue took Dawn right with her. I stopped 
moving for a bit as they both came down.

"Did you cum?" Heather asked me.

"Not yet-you know how my second one is," I grinned.

"Good," she grinned back, then pulled herself off my dick. She crawled 
away, and settled down on the bed next to Dawn. "Fuck her again-I wanna 
watch!" Heather demanded. I grinned at her, climbed back up onto the 
bed, and slid myself into Dawn's wet pussy. Dawn, still on a high from 
her last orgasm, groaned deeply.

I fucked Dawn, with Heather there. Her hands roamed all over both our 
bodies. She frigged Dawn's clit, and then leaned over and took Dawn's 
nipple into her mouth. What a sight. I wasn't going to hold out long 
watching that. Neither was Dawn, not with all that stimulation. We 
collapsed in a heap again-except, this time, it was a three-way heap.

We cuddled there for a while, then Heather said something that I hadn't 
even thought of. Stupid me. It's just that I'd gotten used to only being 
with Heather, and I knew what she did.

"Dawn?" Heather asked. "This is the wrong time to ask this, but are you 
on birth control?"

"No," Dawn said quietly, not quite realizing yet. "Tom and I have been 
trying to get pregnant. I've never been on it." That's when it hit her, 
and her eyes opened wide. "Oh!" she gasped.

"How long ago was your last period?" Heather asked quietly.

"About two weeks."

"Oh, shit," I groaned. "Oh, shit."

"You mean you might have just gotten me pregnant?" Dawn asked.

"It's very possible," I said. "Oh, God, Dawn, I'm sorry. I just didn't 
think. I'm so used to Heather being on the pill, since she's the only 
woman I've been with in six years."

Dawn looked at me, looked at Heather-and, to my complete amazement, 
started laughing! Heather and I looked at each other, wondering what the 
hell was going through Dawn's head. Finally, getting control of her 
laughing, she told us.

"We've been married for five years and have never used a thing-and I've 
not gotten pregnant. Tom, of course, says it must be me. I've urged us 
to go for testing, but Tom refuses. What he doesn't know is that I 
secretly went and tested myself-and I'm fine. I shouldn't have any 
problems getting pregnant. So, I'll bet money that my lovely husband is 
shooting blanks." She giggled. "And there's a chance that you got me 
pregnant! Wouldn't that just be a kicker! The big he-man Tom can't get 
his wife pregnant-but you can. That'd be rich!"

Heather and I just looked at each other in amazement. "You wouldn't be 
upset?" I asked.

Dawn sobered a bit. "I've always wanted kids. Badly. But this probably 
wouldn't be the best time." She took a breath. "I'm leaving Tom."

"You are?" Heather asked.

"Yes. Tonight was the final straw. I can't live with him anymore." Her 
eyes clouded over. "He's supposed to be my husband, and you two gave me 
more love than he ever has. Now that I know the difference, I'm through 
with him."

Heather and I just looked at each other. What had we done?

"Don't do that!" Dawn said. "This isn't your fault. I was leaning 
towards this anyway. You two just showed me what I should be shooting 
for." She took a breath. "Anyhow, I should get dressed and go."

"Why do that?" Heather asked. "This bed is huge, you'll fit."

"You want me to stay here?" Dawn squeaked.

"We want you to stay here," Heather confirmed. Dawn looked at me and I 
nodded agreement. Dawn happily agreed, but asked to take a shower. We 
pointed her towards the master bath.

After we heard the shower turn on, Heather turned to me. "That girl is a 
mess."

"Maybe. I think leaving Tom is the right decision, though."

"So do I. Damn, and I thought I wanted that bastard? Travis, I'm sorry."

"No harm done."

"What do we do if Dawn's pregnant?"

"I'm most concerned about how you would deal with that," I told her. 
"Another woman carrying your husband's child."

"With Dawn, I don't have a problem with it." She took a deep breath. 
"Travis, I love Dawn. She's the sweetest person I've ever met in my 
life-well, tied with you," she giggled. "I knew she wasn't happy, but I 
never knew why. She'll be a good mother. What are you going to do about it?"

"We'll have to talk about that-but I won't abandon Dawn or the child, if 
there is one."

"I know you won't. But I'm going to be jealous."

"I thought you just said you wouldn't have a problem with it?"

"The problem I'll have with it is wanting my own," Heather said quietly. 
"I know we said we were going to wait, but I've been hearing those baby 
pangs for a bit now anyway."

"Well, then, we'll just have to play catch-up," I grinned.

"Two babies by two different women?" she grinned. "It's a good thing we 
make good money!"


Dawn stayed the weekend. It was very comfortable. Especially for them-I 
went out to run some errands Sunday and came back to find them in a 
rip-roaring sixty-nine! Luckily, they quickly made sure I didn't feel 
left out.

On Monday, Dawn took the day off from work and consulted a lawyer. When 
Tom came home from his business trip Tuesday, his wife wasn't living in 
his house anymore.

She was living in ours.

It wasn't anything Heather and I had ever thought about. Hey, every guy 
has a threesome fantasy-but that's what it was. That it came true, after 
we dragged Heather into the bedroom, was as good as it could get. Or so 
I thought. I certainly didn't think it would become permanent. But it 
did. Evidently Dawn and Heather had talked while I was out Sunday-before 
they went to bed. Heather knew right from Friday night that she wanted 
Dawn to stay. I didn't take much convincing. Dawn just fit, right into 
our lives, like a glove.

Dawn had the biggest problem with it-because of her upbringing. A 
threesome? With a married couple? And having sex with another woman? 
Those were big huge fat sins, the way she was brought up. Once could be 
explained away, at least to herself. Staying couldn't be.

But she stayed. I'll never forget the conversation with her 
sanctimonious older brother, when she told him where she was living, and 
with who. He hasn't spoken to her, since. The funny thing is, she does 
speak to her sister-in-law, who thinks Dawn got the better of the deal. 
Apparently, Dawn's brother has a lot in common with her 
soon-to-be-ex-husband.

Dawn had finally decided that her rigid beliefs had led her to Tom. "I 
think God would want me to be happy, and loved," she said. And we do 
love her. Heather always had. It didn't take me long. I'd thought that 
Heather was the love of my life. It was a revelation to find that I 
could have two. Dawn brightens my days, just as much as Heather does. 
The wonderful thing is that they do the same to each other.

She pretty much didn't fight Tom on anything. They sold the house and 
split the money. Dawn didn't need anything else-she had a good job, and 
she had us. Tom threatened to kill me once, but that wasn't going to 
happen. I just laughed at him. He knew damn well that if he had taken 
care of his wife, she never would've left.

And, yes, Dawn got pregnant that first weekend. Heather had to play 
catch-up, but now she's two months along to Dawn's five. Dawn's having a 
girl, we don't know about Heather yet.

Yes, it'll be a strange little family, that's for sure. But we're all 
very happy, we all love each other, Dawn's happier than she's ever been, 
and we can't wait for the babies.

And one thing we've already decided about the kids-they will be raised 
Patriots fans!