String Theory

Do we talk about these things? I’m not sure how this plays out. It is true. I had set things in motion but the number of possible outcomes to any particular starting point seems beyond count. And as at each turning point there seem to be uncountable possibilities, I realize, this is not chess. This is way beyond that. The butterfly effect is small potatoes compared with this.

I’m as unsure as you, but I think we should share. If we don’t, I’m afraid either I will lose you or you will lose me. Yes, we should talk about it. In fact, I’m a little afraid about tonight!

Why?

Bakit¹? Are you crazy? Because she’s young and beautiful and I am old and pangit²! You will want her and not me!

I know I am not supposed to laugh and laughing at that moment would have been beyond the worst thing I could do. Still, it is very hard to not laugh.

Wife, how old am I?

Sixty-six.

And how old are you?

Thirty-five. See? I am old!

If you are old, what am I?

Pogi! Hehe.

You are not old. You are thirty-one years younger than I am. Yes she is, at least with her clothes on, quite beautiful, but I have seen you with and without clothes and you are incredibly beautiful. Plus, she’s a lesbian! She is yours and not mine. And finally plus, we are husband and wife and that will never change. Never.

I’m not sure. What if I am a lesbian too? I mean, if she and I become a couple, which one of us will be your favorite?

If you become a couple? Huh, well I admit I have never considered that, but I guess it will either be you or both of you as a couple. I don’t know, but we are not there and that is purely speculative. But from that comment, I gather last night was special for you in a good way?

I am not sure you can call it good. The sex was great. Maybe too great. How is it possible to feel, the way I think I feel, about someone so quickly? I mean, it can’t be love. Right?

I don’t know. How does she feel about you?

I afraid to ask.

Do you still think you love me?

Silly! Of course yes. Husband, I will always love you.

Then I see no problems that we can’t solve.

Hope you are right. Please tell me you didn’t have sex with Noime in front of Gina?

No, I didn’t have sex ‘in front” of Gina. I had sex with Noime and Gina.

Husband! Gina is 8 years old! How could you?

Well, I could ask you to ask Gina’s father, how he could have taught the child to give him head like she does… or you could ask Gina’s mother, your sister, how it feels to watch your little one go down on your husband in front of you. Do you want to ask them?

Oh my G! Ganun³?

Yes, really.

Oh, husband, my head is spinning.

Mine is too. The only truly good part is that I have spilled the beans about Gina and it looks like, considering everything else that is going on, this will not be the cause of a blow up. It also, possibly, paves the way for the fulfillment of Gina's desire. Once again, only time would tell. Just because my wife hasn't freaked out, does not auger any specific result, especially when it comes to the Teacher.

So tell me about last night.

Mahal, I don’t understand it. I know I am not lesbian, but I had to have her. When we get into bedroom, I think I just about rip her clothing off. Mahal! She is truly beautiful. I do not have breasts like her. I do not have hips like hers. My skin is not flawless like hers. She is fourteen years younger than me. I think you will love her more than me. I afraid of that! ... You know her clit? It pops out of her pussy! Oo! I had to suck it and lick it. I drive her crazy with that. Then I suck like a baby on her breasts. Hehe, I wanted milk! And then, Mahal, I kiss her. Mahal, I kiss her and it feels the same way in my belly, like we kiss. I think I will faint if I standing. She shows me something called 69. You know that thing Mahal? Yes? Really? Huh, why you not show me that? She do that with me. It great. We do each other and I cum twice. Hehe, I get her to cum four times! She says I am the best! Mummm, that was nice. But then we stop and just hold each other when we sleep. I kiss her this morning again. I can’t stop Mahal. I am happy with her.

And I am happy for you. I give her a kiss and she kisses back with fervor. I cannot tell if it is out of love or guilt for the passion she feels for her female lover.

Oh, Mahal, I will also change the sheets. She does something that is almost like pee. She says it is called squirting. I know it’s not pee because she do it into my face when I am sucking her clit. It comes from her pussy and not her pee hole. You know about such things?

I have read about it, but never seen it.

Hehe, maybe you will see tonight. But it happens sometimes when she cums. Cute but wet and messy with the sheets! I will put towels on the bed before we start tonight.

As the day progresses, almost on an hourly basis, my wife seeks me out for a hug. I am not sure if she is trying to reassure me or herself. I am not sure she knows either.

My wife had sent the maid off, for the week. The cooking, cleaning and shopping duties fall entirely on my wife, who this first day of flying solo, is ruing her decision in regards to the length of the maid’s leave. I suggest that my wife text the girl and ask her to return sooner, but she doesn’t want to do that, for a couple of reasons. First, now that she has given our maid the week, she feels it would be unfair to shorten it and second, she isn’t sure what is going on here and doesn’t want to have to deal with the issue of the maid in the middle of everything else.

To lighten her load, I suggest we go out for dinner, but that gets a negative response. So tonight it will be Chicken Adobo with sitaw, grilled eggplant, yesterday’s Humba and, of course, rice. There will be more sweet red wine too.

Tonight Gina will not be with us and Noime will be sleeping alone. That is a little unfair to her. In the afternoon, when she gets home from school, I explain to Noime that there is a possibility that both she, and Gina, might get a chance to be with the Teacher, if things continue to go well. That seems to settle her down, but Noime asks a question that gets my attention. Does that mean you love the Teacher, Uncle?

No, Noime, but it seems that Tita does. Since Tita and I am married, if Tita is going to be with Teacher, I will have to be as well.

Uncle, I think you need to find love in your heart for Teacher, or it will be bad! And maybe I need to find love for her too. If she joins you, then she must join me! You are mine, Uncle.

This is part of my learning curve about what is happening in Noime's brain. Her thought process seems more healthy and intelligent than is mine.

The Teacher arrives at 5:30PM with an old and dull orange overnight bag. As she enters the door, kicking off her heels and setting the bag down, she walks over to my wife to gives her a peck on the check. My wife was having none of that and moves in for a serious tonsil tackle. But the Teacher breaks off, Ann! The child!

It’s OK, Noime is fully aware of what’s happening.

She what?!

I tell you it’s OK! Now I need a kiss!

My wife gets one, sort of, but the Teacher is still a bit on the hesitant side.

Now sweetheart, I think you owe my husband a kiss too.

The Teacher's head snaps up. I don't think she is ready for that, but I gather she isn't going to cross my wife. That is a revelation. My wife is the dominant one. Who knew? And so the Teacher, a little more than shyly comes over to me and leans in for a peck. But I figure what is good for my goose would work for this gander. I pull the female into my arms for a real kiss. She resists briefly, but following my wife's lead, I whisper sternly into her ear. Do as I require. You are ours now. Yes, I know, it is a risk. But I have been taking a number of risks lately. And anyway, I figure, if we don't establish the rules now, I will both have problems in my marriage as related to my wife's connection to this female and have problems completing the mission I have set for myself, regarding Gina and probably Noime.

My gamble pays off. The Teacher gives me the smallest of acknowledgments and then melts into my arms for a real kiss. lesbian or not, she will comply.

I haven't described her yet. She is taller than my wife by a good three inches. Her breasts are bigger. If not C cups, they are a generous B. Her legs are graceful, and muscled, but those muscles smoothly taper down to make a damn fine example of a swim suit model. Her hair and eyes are shiny and black. Her skin is fair, as fair as my wife's, and my wife's is remarkably fair for a Filipina. The Teacher has a long lovely neck and an oval face with skin that is flawless. Her face is simply lovely. And that face is, as ludicrous as it sounds, plastered to my lips. My hand reaches around her back and I grab her ass. She pushes her legs wide enough so that my right thigh now presses against her pussy. As the kiss breaks, she whispers, You don’t have to worry. I’ll be fine with you in bed. Thank you for sharing.

I think we better eat now, or it will never happen! So speaks Noime. That gets us all laughing and moving to the table. Once we get to the table, as we are all filling our plates from the serving dishes, Noime finds her voice again. I had cautioned the Imp to cool it and not let on as regards her well rounded knowledge in the area of sexual practices and sexual politics. But she will claim to me later, that our own actions prior to sitting to the table, gave her license to break that prohibition. So Ate⁴, yesterday you munched on my Tita. Today it looks like you will munch on Tita and Uncle. Is this just a fling, or are you joining the family?

My wife almost loses it and I am a little nonplussed. But Teacher, knowing evidently how to deal with precocious young girls, takes a breath and gives, as good, as she got.

Noime, I am not sure for myself, and I have not been asked to join this family. To do so would be a very serious thing. What do you think?

Well, you made Tita happy but also confused. I think Uncle stays with her, no matter what happens. That is just the way he is, you know. Just like he will never leave me, either. Me and Tita belong to Uncle.

All of this is happening completely in front my wife and me, as we sit mute.

Why do you think your Tita is confused?

She does not think she is lesbian. But she likes it with a girl and she very much liked it with you. So if she is lesbian and she is Uncle’s asawa⁵, that is confusing. Hindi⁶?

Noime, yes it is, but women aren’t always one thing or another. It’s sort of like when you eat Lechon⁷! You know, there are some people who only want that wonderful crunchy skin and there are others who prefer only the meat. But most of us like both. It’s just that we like one a little more than the other. Of course, because of how we are raised here in ‘the land of the morning sun,’ we are told that to be a lesbian is a bad thing. So if we women have those feelings, we hide them from everyone. We even hide them from ourselves. So we live our lives not even allowing ourselves to discover an important part of us. I like both men and women, just like your Tita. The only difference, if there is any difference, is that I prefer women more than men. It may be that your Tita prefers men more, or maybe the same as women, or maybe women more, but she still loves her husband. Maybe it’s too soon to know.

So if I have feelings for both boys and girls, that’s normal?

Do you?

Talaga⁸ Teacher, talaga! Thank you for explaining. That makes me very happy!

And then from the other side of the table comes a more adult female voice. It makes me happy too. Thank you for explaining that! I guess I just like most of us Filipinas. I hiding that part of myself. You are right too. I do not know yet how balance will be. The only thing I sure of, I love my husband and I never leave him.

I respect that of you. I know you are honorable and that is a good thing. I tell you, I have been jealous of women who are so happy in our legal marriages. I want a woman, but such arrangements cannot end in marriage. It has been so frustrating for me. Also, I am jealous of the stability of a marriage to a gwapo⁹ foreigner. You have it all. I will never have that. Now I am here and you are welcoming me. I hope this works out and we find a way to stay together.

My wife, seems deep in thought for a bit before speaking

You did something to me that I only start to dream about in the past week. Such things only now come to my mind. I dream about being with a female. I tell my husband and he don’t leave me. He help me find you. He do that! He make you happen for me. If he want you to stay, then, so long as you want to stay, you stay. If he want you to go, even if you and me, want you to stay, you go. Yes he is my Pogi guy. I am very lucky.

I will do my best Ate. May I ask, how this little one knows so much? How does she learn this?

This is getting a little too serious and too deep for dinner table conversation, especially as we have not even eaten our food yet. Ok girls, time to eat. We can deal with the rest of this in the privacy of a bedroom. And as for you Imp, we will deal with your attractions to boys and girls tomorrow.

Promise, Uncle? Tomorrow?

Yes, Noime. I promise.

After supper all three females cleaned up the kitchen and dishes. I sit at my computer, committing as much, as was said, down in writing. I am still typing away when it is time for me to take my shower. The showers start at 8:00 with Noime and 9:00 with the Teacher and my wife. I follow at 9:30, entering our bedroom at 9:45.

Entering the bedroom, candles aglow once again, I find both, the Teacher and my wife, wearing night slips. At that moment I am convinced, I have indeed slipped into an alternate universe. For in the universe I had previously inhabited, in no possible scenario, was it possible that I would ever bed two females as beautiful as these two together, of their own accord. It is not that is wasn't probable, it just wasn't possible. Yet here they, and I, are.

I remove the towel I am wrapped in and hang it by the door on a simple hook. By all rights, at least one of them, if not both, should be running for the exit. Instead, my wife comes up to me and lays a lip smacking kiss on me. That is as much of a dare, as it is a claim of ownership. As the kiss ends, the Teacher moves in for her turn. Standing, she insinuates herself so tight to my body that I have to put my arms around her to keep her from falling backwards. As we are about to kiss, she breaks it off and tells me, Since you are about to make love to me, please call me by my name. Please call me Gladys.

Huh. Gladys, what’s your nickname?

Joy2x¹⁰.

Joy2x stop talking and kiss me.

And kiss me she does. In the process, she grabs hold of my member. Her lips work mine without hesitation. I respond by mauling her definitely C cup breasts and her delightful little ass. I wonder. Would a lesbian want a child? Why not? My wife is unable to have children. Would Joy2x want my children? Just the thought of this, as I hold this beauty queen in the most intimate way, is causing me to discover a passion to impregnate her. I am fantasizing about watching her C cups become D cups, filled with the milk my wife so wanted to drink.

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Chapter 7