Part 5: Things Get A Little More Complicated
We reconvened in the drawing room. The atmosphere was extremely heavy; no one spoke. I guess that no one wanted to be the one that started a mass brawl. Carter arrived pushing the cutest-looking little trolley before him. A coffee machine, mugs, creamer, sugar, and some cookies were placed on it. He found a power outlet and set the coffee brewing. Carter then sat next to my mother, which came as no surprise to me.
“O.K,” I started, to bring everyone’s attention to me, trying to be a calming and rational influence while emotions were still running so high.
“Firstly, Mother,” I turned to face my mother. I couldn’t read her mood, although I guessed that she was fuming underneath her inscrutable face.
“Mom, this isn’t Dad, this is Hamish, his twin brother.” Mom moved to speak, but I stopped her with a raised hand, a trick I’d picked up from Hamish during our first meeting.
“Before you continue, I must tell you something that you may find hard to hear,” I steeled myself for what I was about to say. “The reason that we didn’t hear anything from dad after he left us was that he was unfortunately killed about a year after you split up. It was a home invasion that went wrong. His entire family was slaughtered.”
I watched my mother. She didn’t move, didn’t speak but I saw the tears start to fall from her eyes unashamedly. I wanted to hold her close, to let her know she wasn’t alone, but I had other duties to attend to. Thankfully, Carter, being as sharp as ever had read my face, and placed a comforting arm around my mother’s shoulders.
“We can talk about this more tomorrow, mom. I know you’ll have questions.”
“Hamish,” I had turned to face Becky’s father. His face was still like thunder cloud and his eyes were smouldering like coals under hooded eyes.
“My sincere apologies for making you assume that I had hurt Becky in some way. While it is true, we were disagreeing, I assure you that I would never knowingly cause Becky harm, in any way.” I paused, watching his face soften a little. That’s progress I thought, relieved.
“All I will say is that Becky has confided in me something which conflicted with my sense of morals. If she decides to confide in you also, that is Becky’s business. I will not interfere with that,” I took another deep breath. “Again, my sincere apologies for any misunderstanding I have inadvertently caused, and I harbour no ill feelings for you defending your daughter, just as I would defend her.”
Carter rose, noticing that the coffee had brewed and moved to pour the drinks for us all.
“Becky,” I looked at her. The poor thing hadn’t looked up from the floor since we’d all taken our seats in the drawing room.
“All I am going to say in this gathering is that I both understand what you have said to me, and I apologise for jumping to conclusions before you had finished speaking. I am truly sorry.” I paused. The mood in the room seemed to be a lot lighter now that calm explanations had been issued, and apologies offered.
“If you want to talk about this more with me, I will listen to you, this time without jumping to conclusions or presuming to know your motivations.”
Becky lifted her head so her gaze could meet mine. My eyes were full of hope that she’d accepted my apology. I wasn’t to be disappointed. Her beautiful green eyes, while still brimming with tears, had regained their customary sparkle. She even managed to smile at me crookedly before nodding her head up and down in agreement.
I retrieved my coffee and took a long draught from the mug. I usually drink it black, but with sugar. I decided that I needed a kick at this moment and forewent the sweetening of the drink. The bitterness was exactly what I needed at that moment. It tasted wonderful.
“Hamish, thank you for letting me explain and allowing me to apologise to all that needed it. I’m going to my room now. Please, would you all excuse me? I need to be alone for a while.”
I left the drawing room with no thoughts other than the recent events. I was tired and I needed to sleep. I needed an undisturbed night, so instead of turning left at the top of the stairs and heading to ‘our’ room; I turned right and went to what was ‘my’ room.
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I showered and then tried to watch T.V. I found I was aimlessly channel surfing, with nothing grabbing my attention for more than a few seconds. Understandably, I was a little preoccupied with the evening’s events. I kept mulling them over in my mind. I kept stalling on the statement that had kicked this all off… ‘Oli! I SAID NO!’ The pain in Becky’s voice was undeniable.
I shut the TV off and lay on the bed, just my sweatpants on. With the room now in almost total darkness thanks to the floor-length blackout curtains, the only light source was the little red stand-by LED on the TV recessed into the wall and very quiet, due to the additional soundproofing that Hamish told me he’d had installed, I was asleep in moments. I just wish I could say it had been a restful sleep.
I was haunted by various dreams, no, nightmares. They were just horrid fantasies. Some were of heartbreak in various forms, all of which, perhaps unsurprisingly were of Becky and Sophie being busted in most of the places where I had made love to Becky.
Others were of Becky saying that she DID want to go through with their pact, and I would just have to live with it or get out. All of them ended in me being single and back in the halls of residence.
The other dreams I was experiencing were even more unsettling to me. They started in a similar vein, with Becky and Sophie being caught in a tryst of torrid lesbian fucking. In these dreams, I didn’t get mad. I got revenge. I am not a vengeful person by any measure. So was quite shocked at myself, well, more accurately, my subconscious, I guess?
I would post the various pictures that Becky had used to seduce me all over my social media, with various hashtags consequently, ruining her good reputation at Yale. Disturbing, certainly! But that wasn’t the pièce de résistance.
No. The crowing horror of this nightmare was me packing all my stuff into my suitcase in a big show of leaving, everyone was there. Hamish and Simone, Carter, my mother (now Mrs Carter, for some reason…), Becky and Sophie, all stood on the landing outside their respective doors. I stormed off towards the stairs, but instead of turning right and descending to the front door and my future freedom, I made a beeline for Simone and Hamish and took Simone up in a passionate embrace – never taking my eyes off Becky and taking great delight in seeing her break down sobbing in Sophie’s arms. Fucked up, right?
I have no idea what time it was when I woke. I was still above the covers and found I was slick with a thin film of sweat. I rolled over so I could head to the bathroom and grab a shower, but instead found myself rolling on top of a person-shaped obstacle in the bed. I was stunned. How had I not noticed someone climb into bed with me? Then I recalled all the nights I’d fallen asleep waiting for Becky to return from her favourite night-time jog, blissfully unaware that she was there until she traced the muscles on my chest with a fingernail to wake me.
“Shhhhhhhh,” was all the lump in my bed said, and I felt a pair of arms start to snake around my back.
“Becky, is that you?” I asked. “I meant it when I said I didn’t want to be disturbed. I’ve got a lot of thinking…”
I was cut off at the end of my sentence by soft lips touching mine and a warm, soft tongue probing my mouth tenderly. Initially, I resisted, but the sensation was so delicious, and so damned sensual that I couldn’t help myself but return such a beautiful kiss. Primal instincts took over and my member started to come to life by itself at the delicate touch of female lips to mine.
My senses came back to me in startlingly sharp focus. SIMONE!? It had to be. Becky would have respected my desire to be left alone. Simone on the other hand would be relishing another crack at me for her body count, consequences be damned.
Horrified, I broke the embrace and rolled off the unidentified body in the bed. As I rolled over, I inadvertently brushed over a naked breast, I know this because I caught the erect nipple with my hand. My fear was rising that Simone was in the same bed as me and was naked to boot. All I needed was for Becky to walk in and ask Alexa to turn the light on and that would be me done, forever, no matter the actual circumstances. Appearances are everything.
My mind was still fogged by visions of nightmares and sleep generally and was playing catch-up when I realised that the breast, I’d just brushed over accidentally wasn’t Becky’s. It wasn’t large enough. I had a sinking feeling in my heart and the pit of my stomach did its level best to fall through the floor. Simone! It had to be. I was resigned to the fact that Becky and I were now, one hundred per cent, officially over. The shouting would come later, but it wouldn’t last long.
I was so very disappointed in myself for leaving myself exposed to this sort of outcome. I should have seen this coming a mile away, I chastised myself. I propped myself up on one arm and dejectedly asked Alexa to turn on the lights.
My eyes adjusted to the bright light. “Who the FUCK are you?” were the first words out of my mouth. Laying before me, completely naked was an unfamiliar blond woman, about my age.
“Hiiiii. Good afternoon, you must be Oli?” The stranger in my bed rolled onto her side so she could offer a hand in greeting. All I did was nod, dumbly.
“It’s so nice to meet you Oli,” she said, enthusiastically pumping my hand up and down. “Becks has told me so much about you, but she didn’t mention you were this much of a hottie though, or that you’re so, damned, ripped.” her eyes traced a line down my chest to my abdomen. Secretly, I was pleased the definition in my abs was coming out. I’d been working on getting in better shape.
“Again, who the fuck are you?” I asked – patience now officially worn through.
“Oh, RIGHT! So, so sorry,” The figure pointed a finger at her temple while saying at the same time “Dumb blonde.”
One thing I can’t stand is self-deprecation. The rising storm cloud that was on my face made her realise I wasn’t in the mood for being frivolous, and she settled.
“I’m sorry. Hi. I’m Sophie. Good afternoon, Oliver,” said the no-longer mystery woman in my bed, with a huge smile.
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“Wait. You said afternoon twice. What time is it?” I was about to ask Alexa the time when I heard Becky telling me that it was a little after noon.
I shot off the bed, putting as much distance between the (admittedly smoking hot) blonde in my bed and me, as I could humanly manage. I whipped my head around to find the source of the familiar voice. There she was, sitting on the pull-out stool that nested under the vanity on my blindside.
I had to do a double-take. Becky was dressed in the same lingerie that she’d worn the first time we’d made love. Flowing auburn locks held up in a neat bun, secured with her signature chopsticks. Sexy black basque, lacy black panties that were so skinny, it may as well have been just a strip of ribbon and to top it off, my beloved black fishnet stockings held up with garters attached to the bottom of the basque.
“Becky. I. Erm, THIS ISN’T WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!” I protested.
“You know how I feel about this kind of thing with fidelity and my dad and all. I would never, wait. What the hell are you wearing?”
As usual, putting two and two together, and getting five. I didn’t want to wait for the answer. I was incandescent with fury. I had forgiven Becky last night but asked for time to process the evening’s events and she repays me with this… bullshit? Oh, hell no.
I retrieved my hoodie from the floor where I dropped it before showering last night then flung the drapes open. The metal curtain hoops scraped against the wrought iron curtain track, making a terrible grinding noise. I winced at the high pitch squeal of differing metals scraping against each other.
“That’s it, I’m done with this, and with you, Becky.” I waved an accusatory finger in Becky’s direction and headed for the door.
“Woah… slow your roll there Oliver,” Becky commanded. Like with my mother, I knew when I was in trouble if I got my full name in a conversation. I stopped in front of the bedroom door, my shoulders heaving as I was breathing so hard. I glowered at Becky, then at Sophie, and back to Becky.
I was going to stand my ground on this one. Usually, I would do everything to avoid conflict that I could. This was different. This was a betrayal of the most heinous nature, to my morals.
“What Becky?” I asked angrily.
“What can you possibly say to me that could rationally explain, this?” something in the loving look on her face made me decide that I should stick around for the explanation. I couldn’t say what it was then, and to this day, I still can’t.
“I’ve been awake all night thinking about, well, everything, Oli,” Becky started to explain.
“I’m like you in one very important respect. I like to keep to my promises, wherever it is possible to do so,” Her voice was level and had a marvellously soothing quality to it.
“You promised yourself that you would never knowingly cheat on anyone or have a relationship with another that was already spoken for.” I felt my breathing start to slow somewhat, listening intently to what she had to say. I was still pissed off, of that there was no doubt, but I wasn’t going to be that guy that acted on anything other than all the facts (usually after I’d eventually calmed down). Plus… she was making sense, damnit!
“I had a text from Sophie at about one A.M. telling me that she’d caught an earlier train, was in New Haven and would grab a B&B somewhere until today. Of course, as I was still awake, I said that I would come to get her from the station and bring her here.”
I could feel my face starting to turn red again. Becky could see my ire rising and continued quickly.
“I picked her up and promptly broke down in tears. After explaining everything that had happened last night, we concluded that it would be wrong to exclude you any further from, this.” Becky gestured between Sophie and herself.
“We’ve been awake all night, thinking of how best to do this, but nothing we thought of seemed likely to work. We thought of a romantic French-themed dinner at the ‘Union League Café’ and decided that it would be too crowded if we created a scene if things went sideways. The same is true of pretty much every option we thought of.” Becky took a breath, and I was surprised when the next person to speak was Sophie.
“As Becks said, nothing we thought of seemed like it was going to work until she came up with this idea.” Sophie gestured to the room and its occupants. I suddenly became aware of her still very naked body, and her seemingly extraordinary ability to be comfortable being nude in front of a total stranger, who, on top of everything else, was her best friend’s soon-to-be ex-boyfriend.
“Becks has told me about your strong moral convictions and your iron… will.” She giggled a little, the innuendo hadn’t been lost on me, as Sophie’s eyes fluttered down to my crotch. To my surprise, my cock twitched a little. ‘You’re a traitor’ I thought at my little friend.
I found that I was now calm and breathing normally. “So, we thought we’d give you a little surprise and initiate you into our private little sorority, as an honorary member, of course!”
“Okay. I’m listening,” I was now more intrigued than angry and found myself curious about where this was going to go.
“So, Oliver. This is simple,” said Sophie as she hopped up onto her knees and shuffled to the end of the bed, her body facing Becky, but her head turned towards me.
“You, Oli are a rare specimen, with true morals and a sense of chivalry when it comes to protecting your loved ones. Quite honestly, it’s adorable and it’s so fucking hot,” she turned back to Becky.
“However, Becks has an equally strong sense of loyalty to her friends and any promises she makes to those friends, having never willingly broken a promise as far as I’m aware,” I looked at Becky, as her head was shaking.
“So, what to do?” Sophie continued. “Irresistible force meets immovable object time, right? Well, not necessarily. Consider an alternative option. What if it wasn’t cheating? What if it was consensual Oli, what about then?”
Sophie looked back at me, holding my gaze without blinking. Waiting patiently for an answer. I realised that the ‘dumb blonde’ was anything but. She was as intelligent and as well-reasoned as she was stunningly attractive.
Becky stood and walked towards me. I couldn’t help but once more be captivated by her unspoiled beauty and raw sensuality. Damn, she looked amazing in that getup. Admittedly, out of all the outfits and costumes we experimented with, her current ensemble was my favourite.
As Becky approached me, I couldn’t help but be drawn to her magnificent tits heaving in her bustier. The sight was hypnotic. Becky stood on tiptoe to kind of equal my height and gently pushed her lips to mine. Just like our first kiss. It was very delicate and almost chaste. Just a hint of what could be.
After a moment, Becky broke off the kiss and looked deep into my eyes, deep into my soul.
“Oli, I’m so very sorry for the way that I’ve handled everything so far. I do love you, far more deeply than I ever thought I could love someone. That will never change unless you wish it so.” She paused. Considering her next words extremely carefully.
My mouth was suddenly extremely dry. How on Earth could I be angry at her? She was gorgeous!
“I also want, no, want is the wrong word. I NEED to keep my promise to Sophie. But clearly, that can’t happen due to your issue with fidelity. So I am saying this now, strictly for you, Sophie, and myself.”
Where the hell was this going? I wondered, suddenly terrified that I was being dumped.
“Oliver Johnson. Sophie and I would very much like it if you would join us to make a ménage à trois, or a throuple. I hereby give you my consent in perpetuity, for any extra-relationship encounters with Sophie, either together or separately, if they are pre-approved and agreeable to ALL.” I was dumbfounded.
“The only proviso is, that you will extend me the same courtesy. This agreement will strictly be between us. A closed triad, meaning that we will all be exclusive with each other. No one outside of the three of us would be intimate with any of the others,” her words hung heavily in the air.
Sophie added to the explanation as if sensing that I was way out of my depth in this new landscape.
“It’s not polyamory either. That is where a throuple or even a quad is in relationships in their group, but also seek gratification from outside the family unit.”
Was I still dreaming? Was my subconscious playing a deliciously crafted prank on my poor, battered psyche and was just about to pop the bubble with a thumb tack?
“Whaddya say, hotshot,” asked Sophie, playfully, almost expectantly. “You want a crack at this?”
When I turned to look at Sophie, she was playfully pulling on her nipples and eyeing my boxers hungrily. My cock was going to take no for an answer no longer, and I felt it beginning to stir in my sweat under her gaze. Sophie licked her lips unconsciously at the sight.
I looked back to Becky. I searched her green eyes for subterfuge but found none. It had been ages since my paranoid fantasies about being punked by the student body had crippled me with girls emotionally, and if I’m honest, the thought did flash through my mind.
The other thought that raced through my mind was my id screaming at me ‘WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, MORON? Two beautiful bi-sexual women in your room ASKING you to join them, and your dick is limp? You’re a fucking embarrassment!’
“I don’t see that I’m going to change my mind, Becky. No offence Sophie, you are stunning, please don’t think it’s that I’m not attracted by you, I am! But the whole threesome thing is just one step away from full-on cheating.”
Becky was the one to make a positive argument to my negative. The perfect yin to my yang.
“Instead of thinking about this as a negative, look at the positives of being in a throuple with both of us! Think of all the fun we could have together!” Becky’s impassioned pleas did make some sense to me, but that little angel on my shoulder was winning the battle against his devil counterpart on the other.
I think Becky was missing the point I was trying to make. This wasn’t just about sex for me, this was about love and commitment. To our relationship and one another. Up until last night, my most frequently recurring dream had been growing old with Becky somewhere. That dream was now a seemingly distant memory.
I mulled my options carefully. Could I seriously see myself in a relationship with two women simultaneously without shattering my sense of morals? I didn’t think I could. But then there was Becky and her happiness to consider. I desperately wanted to please her, in every aspect of our life together. She stood before me in an outfit that she knew was my favourite and guaranteed to have me eating out of her palm.
Again, more psychobabble nonsense – the power of suggestion, I thought, looking over Becky’s amazing figure once more. Outright permitting me to fuck her best friend, at the same time as her. I tried to look at this from Becky’s perspective but kept coming back to the same damned argument. Cheating by proxy is still cheating. I needed counsel from someone I trusted more than anyone else. I needed my mom.
“Can I have a while to think about this, Becky? This is a big step, and I must be certain it’s the right move for everyone,” The look of disappointment on Becky’s face was heartbreaking.
“Just promise me one thing Becky?” I asked, somberly.
“Anything baby. I so want this to work between all of us,” I could tell that her answer was sincere.
“Don’t do anything together, until I’ve given you my decision, please?” I stared into Becky’s green eyes. She fixed me with a gaze that assured me she was going to do as I asked.
“Ok, Oli. Anything at all. I love you so much,” She gave me a short, but fiercely strong hug and went to retrieve her clothing from the vanity. I noticed that Sophie’s clothes were also there, neatly folded up next to Becky’s.
I made my exit and commenced my search for my mother. I started by knocking on the door to her room on the opposite side of the hallway. There was no reply. I guessed that she may be in the kitchen, trying to reel in Carter.
I was lost in thought and moving on autopilot as I navigated the staircase. I was oblivious to the fact that tears were streaming down my face. I continued into the kitchen and sat down heavily at the table. Mom and Carter were nowhere to be seen. I didn’t fancy hunting the house for them, so I sent mom a quick text, asking her to call me when she could. I then called for an Uber and made my way into town.
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My usual distractions were doing nothing to calm my tailspin. I went to my favourite coffee shop and ordered a grande americano with a shot of amaretto, took a seat in the window and watched the world pass me by. All the while, my ego and my id were battling each other fiercely. I decided that I needed to do my due diligence and learn more about throuples. I didn’t want to go into anything half-cocked if you’ll pardon the pun.
Of course, I’d heard the term, and seen many videos on the subject. It was only now that I fully understood why Becky was so into watching porn with me. For me, porn used to be an outlet for certain, needs. Just a tool. More recently, watching it with Becky, became a source of inspiration for many of the various naughty fantasies that we both held and then thoroughly enjoyed acting out with one another.
So, when Becky confessed to me early on in our time together that she too, both not only enjoyed watching porn but frequently masturbated to it with an array of vibrators that she owned, I was a little shocked. Horny as fuck, but surprised, nonetheless. Now though, I knew it wasn’t just the men she was fantasizing about.
It was especially hot if there was a threesome featured, with two women and a ‘hung stud’ as she called them. Naturally, this gave me some cause for alarm. Was Becky unhappy with the size of my cock? She’d never voiced any problems with it, and it always felt like it was filling her pussy up nicely.
I returned to the matter foremost in my mind. Throuples. I called up the term on google and was assaulted by a veritable cornucopia of meanings, and definitions when my eye was drawn to an article entitled ’10 FAQs about being in a throuple’ I clicked the link and started reading avidly.
I was so engrossed in the read that I hadn’t noticed that my mom and Carter had come into the same coffee shop and seen me sitting in the window, engrossed in my phone’s screen.
“Oli?” Nothing… I was so far down the rabbit hole that when mom reached out to touch my shoulder, I damned near jumped over the table.
“Jesus, mom! I’m sorry – I was somewhere else, researching something,” I trailed off, not finishing the sentence.
Mom plonked herself down opposite me and asked Carter to fetch coffees for them both before asking if I would stay to join them.
“Do y’all want another?” she asked, questioningly. Looking over at my now cold and half-empty mug, I don’t remember drinking any of it. ‘How long had I been here?’ I wondered to myself.
“Yeah, sure mom, thanks,” I nodded towards Carter, who knew my order by heart, then I looked at my mother, knowing that I could tell her anything and she’d listen impartially. Nothing phased her or gave her the ick. So, why was I having a hard time bringing myself to be open about my problem? It wasn’t being in a public space. The noise of conversation in the space was blending into white noise, no one could hear anyone else’s conversation without paying close attention, so fear of being overheard wasn’t the issue.
Deep down, I knew it was because I was dealing with some strong feelings about infidelity and abandonment. Two things that I had, until the other night, not talked about with my mom. She reached out a hand and placed it over mine, reassuring me.
“Now y’all know you can tell me anythin’ darlin’. You’ll not upset me. I can see you’re all cattywampus about somethin’ eatin’ at ya.”
I realised that I’d not told them where I was.
“How’d you find me?” I asked, trying to avoid the real issue.
“Silly! Y’all checked in on Facebook.” Mom giggled. I loved that sound, it made me indescribably happy to hear it, especially if I was struggling with something.
Carter returned with drinks and some cookies. Setting them down.
“Now, what brings you here, Sir? Your message to your mother said you needed to talk,” Carter was sitting very close to my mom. I was pleased she was getting closer to Carter. She needed someone to look after, and more importantly, to look after her.
A little embarrassed, I asked if he mind calling me Oliver, or Oli when it was just us. I smiled warmly. I liked Carter. He was good a person.
“Very well, Si… Oli. I insist that you call me Alistair or Al. What seems to be your bother?”
I laid out the whole situation, knowing full well that I could trust these people with my most intimate issues and never face betrayal or ridicule for any reason.
Carter remained impassive; I couldn’t read him at all. Years of practice turning a blind eye to Simone’s indiscretions I surmised. My mother though, looked like she was ‘fit to be tied’ as she’d put it. Carter said nothing but nodded sagely occasionally as if he were taking it all in and formulating a coping strategy for the house, whatever the outcome of my decision was to be. I would later ask him why he hadn’t voiced an opinion. He replied that ‘It wouldn’t be proper considering that he lived under the same roof as me,’ fair point, I thought.
We talked at length about this issue and the information that I’d researched before they arrived. The takeaway from it was that it was ultimately my decision, but that life is to be lived. Mom had the best viewpoint. It’s better to have tried something and discovered a wonderful new adventure in life than to live with loss and regret about what could be. I had decided to heed her counsel and found I couldn’t wait to get back to Becky… AND Sophie.
We gathered our collective possessions and left the store after finishing our drinks. I caught a ride home with mom and Car… Al. ‘That was going to take some getting used to,’ I thought.
I felt like a little schoolboy when the Maybach pulled up to the house. I hopped out and opened the door for my mother, offering her my hand as she gracefully unfolded herself from the seat. I saw Al nod with approval at my manners.
“If you’ll please both excuse me, I have some business to attend to,” both my mother and Al cast me knowing looks and bade me good luck as I disappeared into the house.
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I made my way to our bedroom, expecting to find Rebeca and Sophie there, doing girl stuff, nails, hair… that kind of female bonding thing. I was surprised to find that the room was vacant. I thought for a moment and looked at my phone which happily showed me it was 16:20 – the digits were still superimposed over the very first picture that Becky had sent me.
‘Ah. Kitchen,’ I thought out loud.
Going into the kitchen, I found it was in darkness. Then through the window, I spied the lights of the summer house shining brightly in the dark. I’d forgotten that the last job of the summer that Al had done was installing heating into the now year-round house, as I had jokingly christened it. I practically sprinted up the garden path to the summer house and waited outside. There were sounds of music and laughter coming from within. They were having a good time I thought. I knocked twice on the door and made my entrance.
Becky jumped up off the recliner she was sitting on and hopped the two steps it would take to reach me. She flung her arms around my neck and pulled me down for a very sensual, gentle kiss. I responded immediately and allowed her tongue to find mine.
“Oli,” she cried happily having broken off our kiss.
“I’m so glad you found us in here. Isn’t it cosy with the heating now?” Becky was gushing.
Usually, it was a sure sign that she’d had two or three of her favourite dirty Martinis. I quickly glanced around the space and saw no alcohol bottles.
‘Must just be happy.’ I thought.
“Oli, you’ve been gone for hours! We were starting to get worried about you,” Seeing Becky suddenly sobered by the thought that I may have come into mischief, I felt my heart melt a little more for this gorgeous woman.
“It’s true, I’ve been a while. And I know you understand that this is a life-altering decision for all of us. I needed to think a great deal about your proposal.” I stopped mid-sentence and considered the look of hope on Becky’s face. I glanced over to Sophie, who was looking at Becky and me with a similar expression on her face.
“I’ve decided that, um,” I left the answer hanging there, like low fruit in a trap… waiting for one of them to take the bait. Surprisingly, it was Sophie to spring the trap.
“Out with it, hot shot… What’s it to be?” Hope was written all over her face still.
“I have decided that life is too short to not try something new and live with the loneliness and regret of a missed opportunity later. I accept!”
The squeals that both Becky and Sophie let out were high-pitched, long and deafening. They were now both on their feet hugging me and jumping up and down. It was as if they’d won a million dollars. I must confess that I felt amazing at making them feel so, happy.
I stood there, being embraced by the two most beautiful women I’d ever seen, and they were both willing to let me have them, body, and soul. I felt indescribably happy, a little frightened and a multitude of other emotions all at the same time.
“So,” I said nervously, more to myself than expecting an answer. “How does this work?”
Becky moved away from me slightly and turned so she was now facing Sophie. Sophie in turn did the same.
Becky moved towards her, and they embraced gently. Both sets of full, luscious lips found their marks and they kissed slowly, passionately. Their tongues were dancing lightly and light sighs from both women filled the small space. After a few moments, Becky turned to me but clung to Sophie still.
“Soph and I have discussed this. If you accepted our invitation, we’ve agreed that as a caveat to our original pact,” Becky paused and glanced back toward Sophie, then continued with a huge grin. “We’ve agreed that we would like you to join us, as an observer, to witness our ‘farewell fuck’ as it were.”
We took a slow walk back to the house. The night air was bracing, and I felt impossibly alive. Becky on my right, holding onto my arm and Sophie on my left, holding my hand tightly. We got to the back door and Becky opened it. In the kitchen, Hamish and Simone were eating one of Carter’s quickie snacks, Welsh rarebit. It was cheese on toast with a splash of Worcestershire sauce.
By all accounts it was delicious. I must confess that having not eaten since I’d grabbed a burger at lunchtime, it smelled fantastic. My stomach gurgled in agreement. We paused briefly to greet them, asking them about their day and in turn, they asked about ours.
Hamish looked at us all for a long while, almost studying us. Eventually, he broke the deafening silence.
“So, I take it all is now in accord with you three?” I was surprised at his frankness and suddenly felt very exposed. As ever Simone just sat there, silently judging us, a wicked smirk on her face.
Becky must have felt my body tense when she whispered to me, “It’s ok baby, daddy and I had a long talk and he’s given his blessings.”
Hamish confirmed this by saying “Yes Oli, I think it’s very healthy that you explore all opportunities that may be presented in your life. I hope you all have a good evening.”
Hamish went back to his food and both Becky and Sophie giggled a little. We made our goodbyes. Pleasantries were done with, and we carried on through to the foyer and towards the stairs to our room.
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Our room was already in ‘romance mode’, soft lighting and gentle music setting the mood perfectly. I grabbed the small stool from under the vanity and sat down. I found that I was quite eager to be a witness to two events tonight. The first was the end of a torrid, solely lesbian affair that had so far, lasted a total of four years on and off as location permitted for both parties. The second was the birth of our throuple. I found I was quite looking forward to getting to know Sophie better, and not just in the biblical sense.
Becky faced me while Sophie moved behind her and I saw both of Sophie’s hands moving up Becky’s abdomen towards her chest.
“Goddamn, I’ve missed these tits, Becks,” Sophie seemed perfectly comfortable with her sexuality and was not afraid of being an exhibitionist.
Sophie was massaging Becky’s chest the same way I do. Opposing directions on each tit, pressing firmly into her soft flesh, and igniting her desires. One thing I learned in my time with Becky was that she could have her impressive chest played with for hours and be almost hypnotised by the sensations she experienced from just that.
Becky had allowed her head to fall to one side, her beautiful long red hair was draped over one shoulder, allowing the milky white flesh of her neck to be exposed. Sophie dropped her head forward and began planting soft little kisses down Becky’s neck to her shoulder. Becky groaned softly in response, lifting her arm to caress her lover’s head in appreciation of her efforts.
In conjunction with the hands exploring her boobs, soft kisses on her neck were the key to getting her motor running. Before long, the air was filled with the sound of Becky’s soft moans of pleasure drowning out the subtle solo piano music that Alexa was playing.
Becky stepped forward slightly and removed the sweater she was wearing. It revealed a lacy black bra that was very see-through. Her lovely pink nipples were already hard and trying to free themselves from captivity. I chuckled to myself as I imagined telling them that their captivity was to be extremely short-lived. Becky discarded the top and left it in a puddle on the floor. She turned to face Sophie and helped her take her top off also. Sophie was wearing a matching bra. Admittedly, a few sizes are smaller, but unmistakably the same pattern.
Sophie looked at me and smiled. It wasn’t a lustful or wanton smile, nor was it predatory. It was warm and genuine. She was genuinely happy that I had agreed to at least try and was thanking me, in a small, private little way for also agreeing to both allow and witness this deeply personal ending to their romance as two individuals.
Sophie bent her head down and allowed her lips to meet Becky’s. Their tongues were dancing with each other, and I would occasionally get a glimpse of their tongues touching between their luscious lips.
I found my trousers were beginning to feel uncomfortably tight, despite the stretch nature of the fabric. Becky let her head drop as she took one of Sophie’s tits in her mouth and started sucking on her nipple through the fabric. It was now Sophie’s turn to fill the air with sounds of delight. Occasionally, Becky would become over-enthusiastic and suck a little too hard, causing Sophie to squeal in delight.
Becky’s other hand was squeezing and kneading the supple flesh of Sophie’s free tit, twisting, and pinching the nipple that had somehow, managed to break through the barrier of lace and was breathing sweet fresh air. I also noted that Sophie’s nipples were much longer and squarer in profile than Becky’s.
I imagined the eraser from the end of a pencil, then doubled its dimensions and guessed that was a pretty good idea of the size and shape. I found I was becoming conscious that I was making notes on how Becky was pleasuring Sophie. I realised that this was their plan, so I could learn by observation.
“The crafty little minx.” I thought to myself. “No… minxes,” I corrected myself happily.
“Like what you’re seeing so far, hot shot?” Sophie teased me between soft, low moans of pleasure.
I was transfixed. The sight of two scalding hot women who were not looking for a quick hook-up that was to be a seedy secret made in a ‘by the hour motel room somewhere’ that needed to be kept was sexy as hell. Now that the whole house knew, I couldn’t find a single reason to hold any reservations about my decision. I was all in, I decided. All this raced through my head, and I just nodded, like some dumb fool. Sophie started to say something else but sighed loudly instead as Becky started nibbling on her free nipple.
Sophie put her hands on both sides of Becky’s beautiful face and lifted it towards hers. She kissed Becky deeply, passionately. I had already experienced one of Sophie’s kisses, although, at the time, I hadn’t realised it was her doing the kissing. As I recall, it was rather pleasurable, and I felt a small pang of envy.
I thought that I was the only one that was going to kiss Becky that way for the rest of our lives together. Never in a million years would I have thought that not only would I approve of seeing Becky kissing someone else, let alone her best friend in the same way Becky kissed me, but that I would find it incredibly erotic. I was looking forward to being in Becky’s place, with Sophie.
Becky began pushing Sophie towards the bed and suggested that they lose their lower garments on the way. Becky then turned to face me, the same way that Sophie was facing. They both kicked off their sneakers and let their sweatpants fall to the floor, helping each other stand as they kicked themselves free of the legs of their pants.
I was speechless. Both stood before me, a vision of loveliness that was beyond my wildest fantasies. Both were wearing matching bras. I had thought that a coincidence. Now, I saw that they were also wearing matching garters, panties, and my cherished black fishnet stockings.
I couldn’t help it; my cock would be restrained no longer. I stood and dropped my sweatpants and boxers to the floor. Allowing exquisite release of my turgid cock and allowing it to bounce freely in the cool air.
“Awww. Look at that,” Becky cooed. “We’ve caused a commotion in his pants Sophie-baby. What do you think we should do?”
Sophie looked at me… then my cock, which was so hard it was pointing due north, and the head was level with my navel. Then back to me, and finally up to Becky. Her face was a study of worry.
“Becks, erm. You said he was a talented boy, but… Fuck me! That is a BIG cock,” Sophie looked back at my meat.
“I haven’t had one that big before,” Sophie sounded genuinely intimidated.
I looked at Becky, wondering just when she’d told Sophie about my cock.
Of course, she had. No secrets to the closed triad. Becky for her part giggled a little. And glanced down at my twitching iron-hard cock. A look of hunger washed over Becky’s face, and she licked her lips slightly.
“I had to keep him honest Soph. I didn’t want him getting ‘big headed’ as it were.” They both giggled.
“Oli, it’s time I gave you my final tiny little secret,” I could see Becky blushing in the dim light. I was no longer worried about anything as I stood here, now totally naked in front of these two women having removed my top also.
“OK, I’ll bite,” I said with a chuckle. “Lay it on me.”
“Oli, I’ve not mentioned how impressive the size of your cock is to you before, because I didn’t want you getting cocky about it, no pun intended,” She giggled again, and Sophie started nibbling on Becky’s neck once more.
“Hmmm, that’s nice baby, just there,” Becky moaned in bliss with Sophie’s delicate kisses to her neck.
“Fact is Oli, it’s not just OK as I have told you before, it’s fucking sensational!” Sophie thrust a hand between Becky’s ass cheeks and found her moist pussy.
“Oh, Fuuuuuuck,” Becky moaned. “It’s a monster that quite honestly, the first time I saw it, intimidated me. Oh, fuck that feels good Sophie. Don’t stop, baby. I’m so wet for you right now.”
I felt a warm glow flood over me. I was the object of desire of two smoking hot women who have both confirmed that finally, something about me wasn’t average.
“Besides, it’s not just his cock that’s amazing Soph. He’s got a wicked good tongue too.” Becky boasted for me. She gave me her signature wink and I just stood there, grinning like an idiot.
I was finding it very hard to not interfere with their tryst. That was agreement, I could watch their ‘farewell fuck’ as Becky had termed it. This was going to be a long, long night I feared suddenly.
Becky turned and placed a hand between Sophie’s tits pushing her back towards the bed. Sophie sat down and spread her legs for Becky. Becky knelt and hooked her thumbs over the edges of Sophie’s matching panties, gently peeling them away from Sophie’s soaking wet pussy.
“Oooooh, someone is already wet for me. How convenient,” Becky purred with appreciation.
There was no way that she didn’t already know that Sophie would be dripping her nectar all over her panties and the insides of her thighs. It was becoming more and more apparent to me that this whole thing had, at least in part, been premeditated. And I didn’t give a fuck that was the case. It was fucking hot!
“I am Becks, I’m so fucking wet for you! Please don’t make me wait any longer,” Becky kissed her briefly before allowing Sophie to continue. “I’m so fucking horny for you right now,” Becky took one last look in my direction and flashed me a beautifully wicked smile before turning back to Sophie and placing her head between Sophie’s legs.
I shuffled the little vanity stool around the bed so I could get a better angle on the action. I was engrossed as Becky planted little butterfly kisses up and down the inside of one thigh, while the freshly manicured nails scratched down the inside of the other thigh. Sophie let out a long, loud moan of pleasure, anticipating what was to come.
I wasn’t worried about the noise carrying. Hamish in his wisdom had paid extra for additional soundproofing for each room when the house was built. I was suddenly profoundly grateful that his discretion in trying to hide his daughter from his kinks was paying dividends for us too. I was also secretly delighted that his daughter was turning out to be just as kinky as he was.
Another groan from Sophie brought me back to the proceedings immediately before me. Becky was edging close to the shock of unkempt blonde hair that was a stark contrast with her auburn locks.
“Please Becks. Please lick my pussy. It’s been aching for you for so long, please don’t make me wait for it any longer baby,” watching this, and listening to the interactions of both women, I looked down and found that I had subconsciously started gently stroking a finger along the top of my now hard cock. It wasn’t quite at full mast, but it wasn’t far off! I didn’t care. If they looked, they looked. They were having fun why couldn’t I? I reasoned.
“Do you think you’ve earned your reward, Sophie? Have you been a good girl all year?” Becky was certainly teasing the shit out of poor Sophie, who looked like she’d been ready to cum for several minutes.
“Oh yes! I’ve been the best girl, Becks. I promise I’ve not touched anyone else all year.”
Damn… no wonder she was so horny this morning I thought. She’s been celibate for a whole year. That’s tough. Especially if she was this horny all the time.
“Then you have earned your reward Soph. Lie back for me and spread your legs wide.” Becky lifted herself onto the bed properly, to get better access and slowly, so very slowly parted Sophie’s huge labia with a finger, getting it nice and wet. Once her finger was sufficiently damp, Becky leaned even further forward and gently blew on Sophie’s exposed and hugely engorged clit.
I am certain that all the neighbourhood dogs barked in unison at the frequency of the squeal that Sophie let out when the gentle sensation of wind on her clit and the insertion of a finger into her pussy occurred simultaneously.
“OH, MY FUCKING GOD!!! You are so MEAN. Lick my pussy already you bitch,” Sophie was begging now.
It was so hot to see and hear live, not pre-recorded in some twisted fantasy written by a fourth-rate failed writer, acted out by people being paid by the hour to ‘entertain’ kids and lonely people who jack off to porn on YouPorn or PornHub. This was far more intense and personal. Wholly unscripted and most surprising to me, loving. These two shared a profound love. One that they were willing to share with me. Suddenly, I felt quite humbled.
I must admit I was impressed with the size of Sophie’s labia. Becky’s were on the large side and were a great turn-on for me. I could play with Becky’s lips for hours. But Sophie’s labia were massive. I allowed myself the fantasy of sucking those huge lips into my mouth and playing with them with my tongue. The unconscious stroking on my cock was becoming more urgent, I realised.
Sophie suddenly stopped breathing, her eyes closed, and her mouth formed a little ‘oh’ shape as Becky allowed her lover to have her reward. Becky’s tongue parted Sophie’s lips, and a shudder rocked Sophie’s whole body as Becky allowed her tongue to become rigid and slowly plunged it into Sophie’s soaking wet hole.
“Oooh fuck yeah,” Sophie moaned, extending the yeah for several seconds. “Oh, fuck Becks, I’ve missed you so fucking much. You feel amazing, baby!”
Becky went to town taking long, lavish licks at Sophie’s pussy. Working her way up from the taint to the clit, making little circles around the now hyper-stimulated nub which was now resembling the tip on a pool cue for size, and then doing the route in reverse. I could see in the dim light that Sophie’s bush was becoming slick with moisture, a mixture of her juices and Becky’s saliva.
Occasionally, Becky would pull her head back and blow softly on Sophie’s now painfully erect clit. Each time this happened, Sophie would start to issue a low sound, almost a growl. Was the power of Becky’s breath having that profound an effect on her? I vowed to myself that I would find out.
Becky reached out and retrieved something from under her pillow. I became aware of a faint buzzing in the air and realised that she’d brought a vibrator out to play.
“Are you ready for the main event Soph, or should I play a little longer for you?” Becky asked in the sweetest, most innocent voice I’ve ever heard.
Just the juxtaposition of that voice in this setting was so damned hot that it was exhilarating.
“Oh, baby! I am so fucking ready. You have no idea,” Sophie wailed, driven wild with a passion that was being denied by Becky. I realised that it wasn’t just me that she liked to edge. A grin formed on my lips.
Becky leant down, placed her tongue on Sophie’s clit and began to lap at the nub gently. At the same time, she teased the vibrator between Sophie’s swollen lips and began to lubricate it with her juices. Inch by inch, Becky fed the toy into Sophie’s soaking pussy until it had all but disappeared. Sophie started to moan long and loud again, and both hands went to her tits, tugging on her impressive nipples that now impossibly, seemed bigger than before.
Becky began a slow rhythm of pumping the toy into Sophie. Each time was a slow outstroke followed by an even slower in-stroke. Every so often, Becky would remove the toy completely from Sophie and stuff it into her pussy at the same tempo. Each time brought a moan of pleasure from Becky. It was clear that it was having the right effect on Sophie.
The moans Becky was making coincided with her sucking Sophie’s swollen clit into her mouth, I would later learn that the humming created a kind of natural vibration that was especially effective on both nipples and more importantly, the clit. Sophie was writhing and bucking underneath Becky’s skilful attention. I know it was driving me fucking wild. Given how long Sophie had said she’d abstained from sex, it took her an impressive amount of time to reach her first orgasm. But when she did, it was long, loud and to my great delight, extremely wet.
“Becks, oooh, don’t, stop. Please, don’t you, fucking, stop,” Sophie’s breath was rapid and shallow. She was panting with the building of the orgasm that Becky had planted in her, nurturing the seed, helping it grow until it was ready to unfold its petals and greet the world. Sophie’s hands were rubbing her tits hard, and she was pulling furiously at her nipples.
“Ooh, it hurts, so, bad, gonna cum. I need to, cum, baby, make me cummmmmmmmm. AAAAAAAAAH!”
Sophie let loose with an ear-piercing scream of release as her hips bucked on the bed wildly, throwing Becky off her completely. Her orgasm was powerful, and she gushed a veritable tsunami of long pent-up sexual tension all over Becky, the bed linen and a good portion of the carpet too. I had never seen so much squirt before now.
It wasn’t just pissing, either. There was a milky colouring to it, and it was far more viscous than straight pee. My dick was throbbing so badly now. I didn’t care. I needed to cum so bad my balls felt like they’d burst. I reached down and started to stroke my cock while watching Becky scooping up Sophies cum from her tits and sucking greedily on her fingers, before moving on to Sophie’s dripping mound, her thighs, pretty much everywhere.
All the while, soft moans and sighs were coming from Sophie, who was now laying down, spent from her insanely large climax, playing with her nipples, and running her hands gently over her skin. Becky looked away from Sophie and back towards me for a moment, I guess she wanted to know if I was enjoying the show. She smiled at the sight of me jacking off to the sexiest scene I had ever seen.
A wolfish grin formed on her lips as she looked at my cock with open lust glowing in her eyes and licked her lips once more, slowly, and so seductively. Anticipating what lay ahead.
Becky had always been a naturally happy soul, and I hoped that I made her even more so. I know for certain that she made me deliriously happy. But seeing her like this, in the embrace of her female lover, finally being true to her true nature was quite simply, the most beautiful thing I think I’ve ever witnessed. Forget the sex, and the lust, this was just unadulterated joy. For Becky, it was the missing piece of her life.
“Don’t blow your load yet, tiger. ” You have no idea what we’ve got planned for you later,” was all she said, with a wink.
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Sophie sat up, a thin film of sweat had formed on her body, both from her exertions and from Becky’s ministrations to her immediate needs. She looked down between her legs and saw just how much she’d cum everywhere.
“Oh, Becks. I’m so sorry! I had no idea that I would cum so much! I’ve ruined your carpet and bedding,” A flash of embarrassment swept across her face.
“Don’t worry about it, Sophie,” I said, trying to be at least useful for my soon-to-be new partner.
“It’s not the first time that we’ve had to replace bedding and rugs because of, happy accidents,” I flashed her a sincere grin and knew by the look on her face that she was both grateful for the support and relieved that there was to be no backlash.
“I hope to God it’s not the last either,” I added, feeling deliciously naughty.
“When you two have quite finished openly flirting in front of me,” Becky chimed in. Her tone was light, and it signified her approval that I was relaxing in Sophie’s presence and beginning to engage her one-on-one.
“I have needs that must be met!”
Becky stood from her kneeling position by the bed and walked around to what is customarily my side of the bed. She hopped up and knelt, supporting her upper body on her arms and waved her beautiful ass in the air. Offering herself freely to Sophie.
“Soph, would you have any objection if I change things up a little, baby?” Becky asked, clearly going off the script that they’d agreed to. By this time, Sophie was between Becky’s thighs and was planting lavish kisses up and down the insides of her legs.
“No objection at all babes, I can see that this is killing him,” I heard the words from Sophie, but the meaning didn’t register, and I stayed where I was. Sophie grinned at me before she returned to the insides of Becky’s milky thighs and sighed contentedly.
“Oli, baby. Come kneel on the bed beside me, so I can help you with that painful-looking swelling,” Becky purred, so seductively.
