This is the rework of a self-published auto-biographical story (2008), rewritten for this blog. Names of characters have been changed.
Content warning: mental and physical abuse, misogyny.
Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in getting up every time we do.
6 March 1994
Continued from… First threesome
Even before eight o’clock the next morning the household on the smallholding was in full movement. Just like the evening before, Fran was the only one in the kitchen. She was preparing a champagne breakfast, while Annie had to stay outside to keep Fred company. He insisted.
Later that day Annie and Fran relaxed outside in the sun, on a blanket.
“Didn’t you mind Fred going out with me?” Annie asked Fran.
“No, I didn’t. I knew that he wasn’t doing this for himself, but for us,” was Fran’s surprising answer.
“Didn’t you feel jealous?”
The conversation moved to the movie that Fred and Annie saw in the cinema.
“You know,” Fran said, “the funny thing about that is that Fred doesn’t even like to go to the movies. He never even watches movies on television.”
Annie was stunned. A warm feeling of love for Fred surged through her. That he went to the movies with her even though he didn’t like it! Surely his feelings must be real if he did something like that for her. Annie didn’t realize that going to the movies, was part of Fred’s game to break her resistance.
“Fred suggested that my children and I move to the smallholding,” Annie blabbed.
“Really?” This time Fran looked surprised. “He didn’t say anything about it to me. I would love it! Lovely! Wonderful! When do you move in?”
“Wait! Wait! Slow down! I first want to go on a trip for my work and only then will I think about it.”
“Which trip?” Fred, who had just joined the women, asked.
Annie didn’t get a chance to answer him. Fran summarized their conversation for him. The next couple of minutes Annie felt like she was sucked into a whirlpool. No matter what she said, they had a reply. She said she wanted to be independent, and they reminded her of her lonely nights. She said she didn’t want to unsettle her children, and they told her their kids and hers would become the best of friends.
“Just look at how good they are together now,” Fran mentioned.
Annie came up with a lot more things, about the distance she had to travel to work (Fred and Fran both traveled that distance the same day), about what people would think if she lived there (no one had to know) and about her kids having to switch schools (there was a school nearby). No matter what she said, the couple had solutions for her ‘problems’.
Before she could properly think about it, she agreed to move to the smallholding soon after she came back from her trip.
“I still want to go on my hiking trips when I live here,” she halfheartedly said, trying to hold onto something familiar. “You can join me or I will go alone, but I don’t want to give up my sport.”
“I’ll go with you,” Fred nodded.
Annie yet again stayed the night. Their lovemaking followed the same pattern as the night before. Annie slept next to Fred again. On Monday morning, she left early to go home. They all changed into their different uniforms and then she dropped her children off at their different schools before she went to work. Work quickly took her mind off what had been discussed the day before.
To be continued… The work trip (part 1)
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