Time Travel

”Come in, Jack,” Michelle said in a nervous voice.

It was rare to see her like that. She always knew what she wanted, and wasn’t shy to let anybody know what it was. This time… She was definitely holding something back.

She was wearing one of her better outfits, a satin black V-neck top and some snugly fitting blue jeans. Sort of sexy casual, one might say. Maddy on the other hand just had a sweater she threw on, one that hid the curvier parts of her body. She even had the hood over her head.

Sort of a mismatching pair indeed.

I stepped in, throwing one last glance at Gretchie, who was making almost comically exaggerated gestures of being deep in thought. She held her head between her hands and rubbed her temple. Good. She understood the seriousness of my request.

“So. You guys. What exactly are we planning here? Lunch?”

Michelle and Maddy looked at each other. There was definitely something in the air.

“Um… Is it just me or is there something really awkward going on?”

“No, no. Don’t worry. This is… just harder for us,” Maddy spoke cryptically.

“Let’s all just go to the living room. I want this over with,” Michelle spoke.

Nobody had a problem with that. I took off my shoes, jacket, backpack and followed them into the living room. Maddy and Michelle sat next to each other on one couch, while I took over one of the comfy chairs across from them. The way our positions looked, it was like the two of them were about to interview me for a job.

“Jack… there’s… Well…” Michelle kept starting and stopping.

She sighed. “Look, Jack, you don’t have to know every detail. The main thing is that me and Maddy here have some… blockage, and it started after the night you came over two weeks ago.”

Yes, I know. Blockage.

AKA the orgasm locks.

I could just tell them. Tell them that only I could make the cum from now on. And they’d just accept it as a normal thing.

The sad part about that would be that I could never tell them that again. Once that pin was off the grenade, it was off for good. And while that definitely had some advantages, it would leave me out of some fun stuff. Like them slowly, naturally and shamefully begin to understand that neither of them could get each other off, only I seemed to have the ability to do that.

I really wanted to see how their relationship would develop from that point on. If I just told them how it was, they’d have no reason to doubt their commitment to each other and why neither of them could no longer cum. The mystery would be over for them. It was just Jack.

No, this seemed like more fun. Slower, but more fun.

I wanted to enjoy every inch of **** I could bring upon them.

“Me and Maddy have been thinking about the reason for all this. And there can be only one explanation. You see, the guilt of what we did to you… It didn’t really hit us until you visited. And sure, we did that spanking and slapping thing that night… but it didn’t really feel like anything changed. And we sent you that… picture of us, but apparently that was just another mistake.”

“Yes. Yes it was,” I added.

Michelle managed to look both angry and guilty at my comment.

“So, um…” Maddy butted in. “We thought about it for a long time, and came up with maybe the best solution for all of us. Something to give us all clear closure.”

An oiled-up threesome?

Michelle stood up, and came over to my comfy chair. She sat on the armrest.

“The way the whole thing happened… Me and Maddy just left you one day. I just left you that note. I don’t even remember what it said.”

Me neither. I actively tried to push that memory of me finding that breakup note on our kitchen table. I just tore the paper up and spent the next day and a half coiled up in fetal position.

“We need to do this the right way. Sort of… fixing history,” Maddy said, walking over to the other side of the comfy chair.

“It’s… just a little roleplay. Okay?” Michelle added.

What?

“Let’s pretend we’re married again,” Michelle said. With all sincerity.

What the fuck where they talking about?

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I inquired.

“Yeah yeah. I know it sounds stupid, but we’re sort of running out of options. And perhaps this will fix everything.”

“I still have no idea what you’re talking about.”

She laid her hand on top of mine.

“So here’s the thing. Let’s pretend it’s the day I left. And instead of me leaving the note, we had a meaningful discussion about why I am leaving with Maddy. We can make that into reality, if we just play it out.”

That…

Sounded absolutely horrible.

“Yeah, and me,” Maddy pointed at herself, “I’ll join the conversation later on. And we can all talk about why we’re doing this. And how I never want to stop being friends with you. That was a big, huge mistake I made in the previous history of our lives. But we can change that now.”

Oh right.

This’ll fix everything.

Hey, Jack, we’re leaving you and running away together, but we want you to feel good about it too.

Bull fucking shit.

I had trouble keeping my rising anger down.

How should I play this?

…

Hmm. So. Michelle wanted to be roleplay as my wife again.

I could work with that.

They were looking at me desperately, hoping I would agree to their cuckoo therapy session.

“…Okay. Let’s try this.”

Both of them relaxed visibly, and smiled.

“Great! You guys start, and then call me when you’re ready!” Maddy shouted excitedly, put her shoes on and exited the house.

Now it was just me and Michelle.

With tangible awkwardness floating in the air.

“So what blockage do you guys have?” I asked, knowingly teasing her.

“Forget that. We’re supposed to time travel to one year ago. Before all that.”

“Oh right, to the time before you broke my heart and sued me for everything I had?”

Michelle sighed.

“Please don’t do that Jack, we have to get over it. Please.”

“So how do we start this play?”

“Don’t think of it as a play, Jack. Think of it as reality. They way things should have happened.”

“Alright then.” I got up from the chair, and walked over to Michelle. “So how about this. I just walked in from work. You look like you want to tell me something.”

“Yes, that’s perfect! Let’s-“

Before she could continue, I grabbed her by the waist and dragged her over to me.

I gave her surprised face a big kiss on the lips.

She tried to get out, but I held her face in place with my other hand. Just for a few, aggressive seconds.

Her lips tasted just like I remembered. Wet and lipsticky.

Then I released her, and she backed away, gagging a little bit from the unexpected exchange.

“So good to see you wifey. I had a long hard day in the office.”

She stared at me, wide-eyed.

“What… in the name of…”

“Yes, dear?”

“Tell me that didn’t just happen. Oh my God.”

I sighed. “What? Aren’t we supposed to be making this as realistic as possible?”

“There are some fucking limits, asshole!”

I sat on the sofa, pretending to look depressed.

“I guess I’m not even allowed to kiss my wife in this version of history. Go ahead. Just break up with me and destroy my soul.”

Yeah. That’s right. I had only one trait on her. Guilt. And I was going to use it and **** it as much as humanly possible.

Immediately, Michelle’s expression turned into one of empathy, and she sat down next to me, putting her hand around my back.

“It’s… It’s alright, Jack. It’s understandable.”

I surprised her again, this time by throwing my arms around her and hugging her tightly.

I felt her tits squeezing against my chest.

“You’re the only one who truly understands me, honey.”

She wanted to change history?

Good. So did I.

Radically.