I always enjoyed stories by pigwiz, and her famous (to a few of us) unfinished fic Red Picket Fence. I messaged pigwiz in May of 2020. I didn't receive a reply until January of 2021. My question was if she was going to finish the fic. She said no, she wasn't. We communicated sporadically throughout the Winter about the story until I worked up enough nerve to ask if she minded if I finished it. To my surprise, she said she didn't mind at all, and sent copies of her notes and a flowchart of the fic. The ending she had planned was pretty much a surprise to me. I asked if she minded if I changed the ending if I finished the story. I thought I'd lost her there. She didn't reply for about a month, but in her next reply she agreed to whatever I wanted to do with the story. So, based on her notes and flowchart, with changes where I felt them necessary, I'm going to try to wrap this up. I thought about it on and off for a bit, then decided to do it. To make sense of the story, I'm reposting her original chapters with no changes. My take on her fic start at chapter 18. Beth (pigwiz) hasn't replied to my messages since May of '21, so whatever I come up with, hopefully, will have her blessing. So, without further explanations, enjoy the great unfinished pigwiz fic of 'A Red Picket Fence' and my humble attempts to finish it.

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A Red Picket Fence

Mel put her arm around his shoulder and leaned into him, putting her head on his shoulder. Sam did the same from

her side, with her arm around his waist.

He could get used to this - easy!

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Chapter 3

He put his arms around their waists, Melanie kissed him, Sam leaned in a bit closer and moved his hand up onto her

left boob while Carly continued; "Sam and I told Mel she was nuts, and to get back over here. She came over that

one time, you two fought over the fence idea again, and she came back to Sam's." At this point, Melanie nuzzled into

him and whispered "I'm so sorry, sweety" into his ear. Carly continued; "Melanie was a wreck. It was a Saturday

night, so we all sat around drinking wine, a bit too much wine actually, as we all ended up in bed together, but that

was when Melanie had this idea..."

"Wait..." Fred said, and then decided he shouldn't have said anything. He knew if he mentioned them 'all being in bed'

he could really screw this up. He decided to mark that down as how they all knew about him 'tasting like Sam', and

just accept that as a foregone fact. He was able to recover though, since there was another subject to broach.

"This was your idea, Mel?" Fred asked.

Melanie nodded her head and whispered in his ear; "Yeah, like it?"

On the surface he liked it... What guy wouldn't? But, there were a number of questions he'd like answers for. 'Why'

was the biggest. They were all moving in? Why would Melanie want that? As far as he could tell, most women didn't

want to share much of anything. Especially their mates. The household dynamics were going to get crazy, insane

crazy, and fast. Any social groups come with a pecking order. His had just doubled in size. Who was going to be

dominant? He knew better than to expect the macho, gorilla - beating - it's - chest type of dominance. That just wasn't

'him'. Of the three women, Melanie seemed the most submissive, but he knew that was a crock. She had him

wrapped around her little finger, and she knew it. He really didn't mind though. That seemed fairly normal in most

working marriages... The ones that last anyway. She was quite cunning about how she got her way in most things.

And, she knew how to pick her fights, when to fold on something and go for the bigger prize. He really had no idea

how Carly 'worked' in that sense. On the other hand, Sam was easy. She told you what she expected, and lashed out

if she didn't get it. Her behavior had improved considerably over the years. He'd seen it happen. She was his sister in

law. Sam and whatever gal she was with at the time did come by at least once a month for dinners, card games...

Normal couple stuff. It was like she had taken a clue from Mel... Sam was still dominant, but now without being

domineering. At least with the gals he'd met that Sam had dated. This whole thing was kind of crazy, yeah... Melanie

crazy. He really would have expected this more from her sister. Melanie had always seemed... Well, normal. And, this

was far from normal. He nodded his head, assuring his wife that he did indeed like the idea, even though he still

wasn't exactly sure, and then kissed her. She smiled back at him.

"Yeah, all us Puckett girls have a kink or three. I was a bit surprised though. You'd think this would have been my

idea." Sam said while moving his fingers from the side of her breast to her nipple.

"Okay... Can I ask a couple questions?" Fred asked while making slow circles around Sam's areola.

"Sure." Carly said, while the others nodded their agreement. Sam huskily moaned out "Of course."

He knew, as before, he had to use a bit of subterfuge with the questions as he could end up pissing off everyone. He

thought for a moment, and then asked.

"First, why? Why all three of you with me? It's not like you and Carly couldn't attract guys if you wanted. Obviously,

Carly can, and so could you, easily." He asked Sam.

Sam started to say something, but Carly cut her off; "Because we trust you..." She said.

Sam and Melanie both nodded in agreement. Sam moved his hand away from her breast, back to her waist, and then

sighed.

"Sorry, I can't think while your doing that, but yeah, what Carl's said. And that we've known you forever... Hell you

married my twin sister, and put up with her, which is saying a lot. And, we all have a history. Each of us have been

involved with you romantically at one time or another, even though in Carly's and my case it was when we were kids,

and it never really went anywhere. But she and I still have our feelings about that. Another important point is that we

all 'work' with you. You know that, and we know that. Being around you is comfortable and safe. Besides, Melly's

been saying stuff about your skills since you guys got together... And also, what a nice guy you are. There aren't

loads of nice guys out there. You're a good catch. Here's something you don't know: Your wife, little miss rainbows

and unicorns, has been suggesting we do a threesome for the last couple of years. I was all for it, but wouldn't. I

thought it might screw things up for you two in the end."

At this, Fred's jaw dropped again. He was once again stunned by another revelation. Carly burst into a fit of chuckles.

He turned to his wife, who was grinning mischievously, and nodding her head. He was about to speak again, when

Melanie jumped him, pushed him onto his back and pretty much tongue fucked him while stroking his cock. His

fingers immediately sliped up the inside of her thigh with two sliding into the damply aroused warmth of what Mel had

always said was his 'Happiest Place'. He stroked in and out of her a few times, the way he knew she liked, before

moving his thumb to her clit and working it as well. She huffed, moaned and keened sadly as she straightened herself

back into a sitting position.

"Damn..." Carly dreamily said as Melanie crawled back off of him, gently removing his fingers from inside her, saying;

"Just wait, baby. It's Carly's turn next."

Sam was looking rather determined as she mumbled "Right there... That was some hot fuckin shit... Look, little

Freddie is getting ready again!"

"Carly's turn...?" Freddie asked, confused, and attempting to change the subject away from his slightly stiff dick. He

knew he wasn't ready for another go just yet. He also wanted his wife, and he wanted her now. He wasn't sure what

all this turn stuff was all about, but he did realize that it would be best not to rock this boat. Really, how bad could it be

if he had to fuck Carly before getting back to his wife?

"Yes, we drew straws to see who was first. Sammy won first fuck, Carly second, and I'm last. Except I get you all

night! All to myself!" Melanie said excitedly as she lightly clapped her hands.

He knew he was in some far off alternate universe now. His wife had just gushed about being last in todays fuckcapades,

and was ecstatic about having him, her husband, all to herself for the night. Truly a WTF moment. He

decided it would be politicly correct to say or do something, something between them, and them alone. Suddenly, he

thought of the tree house. Man, he loved that place. Not long after they had been together Mel had taken him to her

and Sam's secret childhood spot... The tree house. Just south of the Japanese Gardens, and north of the Playfield at

Washington Park are a few acres of trees pretty much left to grow wild, like a regular forest. She had taken him into

the semi wild section and shown him the treehouse that she and Sam had built, and played in when they were young.

The two girls had filched stray lumber and rope from some construction sites, and built it themselves. Only parts of it

remained by then... Most of it was hanging from branches by rotting rope, or lying on the ground around the tree. But

there was enough of it left so Fred could get an idea of what it once was. Just after they had moved into this house

together, before they were married, he had surprised her with a tree house that resembled the tree house she and

Sam had built. His was much better constructed, and had a few safety features around the edges so you couldn't fall

out of it. She'd loved it. Later that day, in the early evening, she had taken his hand while he was on the couch

watching TV, and bade him to follow her. Leading him out to the old maple tree in their backyard, she had climbed the

wooden ladder entry to the tree house, while wordlessly indicating for him to follow. He'd looked up to get on the

ladder, and noticed she was commando under her short summer robe. Yeah, that was a great tree house. He leaned

over and whispered "Can't wait, want to check on the tree house tonight?" and then kissed her. She nodded while

pulling him into a near death grip hug and kissed him back. He was thinking he might have to get some chap stick

since he'd be kissing something every time he turned around now, it seems.

"And, we all three agreed that's the best way to get turns in the future... You know, in case we are all feeling like

some personal 'Freddie time'." Sam added while Carly pulled a tube of an old 'Pick Up Sticks' game out of her purse,

and shook it.

"We broke the sticks into different lengths, longest wins." Carly concluded.

To the girls, Freddie seemed to be staring at the tube of 'Pick Up Sticks'. What Fred actually was staring at was Carly.

Or, more precisely, Carly's chest. When she'd leaned forward her dress had shifted just a bit and the top had fallen

forward. There wasn't much cleavage to look at, kind of non cleavage really, but he could see her two tiny pert

titties... And they looked great! Unlike Mel and Sam's pink areolas and nipples Carly's were more brown, and perfectly

shaped. Just like the old saying; 'anything more than a mouthful is a waste'. Carly's boobs were perfect for ecological

tit licking... Waste not, want not. He licked his lips.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts and forged ahead.

"Wow... You three really thought this out! Okay, so why attempt to impersonate your sister today, Sam? And why did

it take you three and a half months to let me know? That kind of pisses me off." Fred asked.

"Well, we didn't agree to Mel's idea right away. And then you sent that picture of the fence painted red a few days

after. As crazy as the idea is, it was really sweet that you'd do that for her, so we all pretty much decided right then

and there to do this." Carly said.

"Yeah, but since I'd won first go, we had some work to do. We are twins, and we had kept our hair about the same

length, except I don't normally do pony tails like she does." Sam said as she pulled the pink scrunchy out of her hair

and let it fall into her more familiar 'wind crazed' do. "Also, I wasn't on 'the pill'. Carl's wasn't either at the time.

Whether this was going to work or not, Carly and I didn't feel like getting knocked up the first week we were here.

Those pills take a month to six weeks to work properly. Then there was the bush problem. Melly's always kept her

bush kinda natural, and mine was shaved. I had to let the pubes grow out. We knew that if I just showed up here

saying 'fuck me' you'd just throw my horny ass out. We still wern't sure if it would work. We almost decided to send

Melly first anyway, since identical twins aren't identical 'everywhere'. You picked up on that right away, and knew it

was me anyway. I was so proud of you for that! It's good that you knew Melanie from me by our snatches. Good

work!" Sam said as she continued grinning and patting him on the back.

"Oh... Well, uh thanks..." Fred said.

"While we're on that subject. Would you prefer shaved? I was thinking of a kind of close cropped triangle." Sam said

while pointing to her now identical to Melanie's pubic hair.

"Yeah, do you like 'landing strips'? That's how I keep mine." Carly said while standing and pulling up her dress to

show Freddie.

"Oh Freddie, you have got to feel her texture, lover. Carly, come over here so he can feel it." Sam said.

Carly took the few steps to get to the side of the bed, while holding her dress up around her hips.

Fred was mesmerized as he stared at Carly's perfectly trimmed landing strip and the pleasure filled folds waiting just

below it. He was shocked that Carly would just pull up her dress and show it to him like it was nothing. His wife was

sitting inches from him, her twin, who he'd just had sex with, was just on his other side. And now, their childhood

friend just hikes up her dress on command asking him if he likes the way she trims her pubic hair. Maybe it was Carly

that was actually the submissive one.

"Well don't just stare, feel it, darling." Melanie said as she took his hand and ran his fingers over Carly's thatch.

"Perfect..." Fred mumbled as he rubbed her hair, feeling just a bit apprehensive about judging a womans pubic 'do'.

But, he didn't feel apprehensive enough not to move his finger a bit further down and began rubbing the folds over

Carly's clit. Carly responded by shifting one leg up onto the bed, shivering a bit, and then kneeling to kiss him for all

he was worth.

Suddenly, he felt like Thor in Vagina Valhalla.

"Woo Hoo! Look at that! Little Freddie's looking for some work!" Sam gleefully said as she pointed to 'Little Freddie'.

Carly stepped back, ending her clit massage, deeply sighed, and then said:

"You two can trust to his physical prowess and stamina if you want. I, on the other hand want to get laid, and well laid

at that. I'll go with his apparent abilities also, but with a little help from science..."

At this, Carly, who had been moving back toward the vanity chair picked up her purse and pulled out two pill bottles.

"Here" She said shaking out two pink pills from the first bottle and handing them to Freddie. "This is vitamin B-12. You

can have two now, and two more in an hour, just before we're going to get... busy."

"Hold on, just a minute. I just realized something... We've never asked him what he wants to do, or given him his out.

Fredstud, do you want to do this? It'll be like we're all married. You'll have three wives. Or, would you like it to be just

Melly. She's staying one way or the other. So, what'cha say?" Sam interjected.

Fred thought for a moment. This was an insane offer. It wasn't only the sex, which would be incredible, it was

everything that would be involved. And they all wanted to move in. Heck, he wasn't even sure where they would all

park their cars! He wanted some more information.

"So, just like we're all three married, huh? So no others from outside, no odd boyfriends, girlfriends... No one except

us. It isn't all about sex, which is great by the way, it's all of us acting as a team. All of us together, heading in the

same direction. And you three want to commit to this? " He asked Sam directly, and the others by implication.

"I will." Sam said nodding.

"Me too." Carly added.

"I know this was your idea, Melanie. But this is what you want as well?" Fred asked her.

"Yes, this is what I want. All of us, together. So, are you in sweety?" Melanie asked her husband.

Fred popped the two vitamins in his mouth and chewed. "How can I refuse? I'm in, and we'll make it work." He said

grinning. He just hoped he was able to squelch the lecherous grin he was feeling.

"Your damn right your in... In all of us!" Sam said, laughing.

"Oh Sam... A toast then!" Carly said while handing out the champagne.

"To us!" Carly said as they clinked their glasses and drank the champagne.

Carly sat her glass down and opened the next pill bottle. He put his hand out, and she dropped a single blue pill into

his palm.

"That's Viagra. The mildest dosage. At your age it will keep our friend like a cast iron fucking machine for three to five

hours, with some rest time between orgasms. It takes around an hour to work. Now, I brought some groceries, and so

did Melanie. You need a nice high protein lunch to... Well so things will work like they should." Carly said, smirking.

"Yeah, some lunch. After the pussy pounding I just got, I'm starving! What's for lunch?" Sam said while getting up, out

of bed.

"Egg salad sandwiches, and tomato soup. That'll put little Freddie back in working order!" Carly chirped as she stood,

moving toward the door.

Fred looked around at the three women. This was going to be crazy, insanely crazy, fucking crazy, and chuckled at

his pun. But what the hell? He knew he could trust them as much as they could trust him to do right by them. He

grinned at the thought of them all, tossed the pill in his mouth and drained the rest of his champagne to wash it down.

He'd always wanted to play with Carly, now he was going to be doing just that in about an hour. He began to wonder

how she tasted, what noises she made... As thin and petite as she was he thought she was going to have one helluva

tight pussy.

Sam walked around the bed and sat next to Freddie, jarring him out of his reverie.

"If someone would have told me I'd be saying this six months ago, I would have kneed 'em in the berries. This is

going to work, I can feel it, I know it, and I love you for it. You've already realized you've got three crazy bitches to

watch out for, and you've assumed that responsibility without flinching. We'll have your back too, you know we will.

You can count in it." Sam said, then kissed him.

"We'll have your front too! Look at the little fellow! He's so happy to see me!" Sam continued saying as she began

stroking his dick.

Melanie chuckled as she got up off the bed.

"You do realize, this isn't all about sex, right?" Sam asked.

Freddie looked at her, finding it difficult to respond with her hand working him into a carnal froth. He took her hand in

his, slid his fingers between hers, raised her hand and kissed the back of it. "Yeah, I do get it. For whatever reasons

you three want to be with me. It is confusing, but I'm attempting to understand everything." Fred said as he dropped

her hand beside him.

"Now, back to the important stuff. So what do you think, a sexy triangle? Shaved? Leave it wild like Melly's, or another

landing strip?" Sam asked as she got up to stand in front of him, pointing to her pubes.

Fred turned himself until he was sitting on the edge of the bed with his face not a foot from Sam's bush. He stuck his

finger between her legs and rubbed back and forth along her still damp slit. Sam leaned over him and clutched his

shoulders.

"Damn Benson... You really don't... give a girl... a chance to... catch her breath... do you." Sam huffed and grunted

out.

He began rubbing her clit with his finger, then pulled her head down so he could whisper in her ear: "I love your

pussy, Sam. I know Mel's, and can get her off and screaming in less than two minutes. I'm going to practice on you...

You and Carly both, until I can do the same with both of you..." His left hand had started massaging her tits as he

spoke... First one, then the other, and then moving his head down to lick and suck the nearest.

Oh Fuck... that's hot." Sam whimpered, shivered, bucked and then nearly collapsed onto him. She slid down the side

of the bed. His dick was right in her face, and she knew exactly what she needed to do.

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And there is chapter three!

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