Ron lifted the duvet cover very carefully so that he could feast his eyes on Alison’s still sleeping body. With some regret he reminded himself that they were going to try and abstain from sex for two days; then together unleash a sensual and sexual tsunami of lust on Jane when she returned. He slipped from the bed, as quietly as he could, and went to make a pot of tea.
When he returned five minutes later he found that Alison was almost awake.
“Good morning darling wife,” said Ron softly. “I bring tea.”
“Oh, you beautiful man,” said Alison, sitting herself up against the headboard. “Do you think we ought to have a rota for tea making in the morning?”
“It’s a thought,” replied Ron. “I’m very happy making us tea in the morning, but we’re not really used to what sort of routines and patterns we’re going to have. I’m going to give some thought to having a mini kitchenette installed on this floor. Fridge, sink, kettle and maybe a small induction hob. It’s actually quite a trek to the kitchen.”
“I like that idea,” said Alison. “It makes sense while other plumbing work is being done. The morning pot of tea would be simpler, whoever makes it; and wine cooled for when the three of us are having some quality time up here.”
“Anyway, what’s our plan today? The weather seems to have changed a bit, so it doesn’t look like you’re mowing the lawns this morning.”
“No! I think we’ll clear your room ready for the guys to get to work on Wednesday. We’ll clear most of the ‘bathroom’ to be, as well. Then we can start hanging some of your pictures. We want to start creating a good impression for your Susan when she comes to see you.”
“Sounds good to me,” said Alison. “I’ll start cooking us breakfast. Do you suppose our wife has got up yet?”
“Well, Janie might be up, but I doubt Viv will be. It’s not even eight o’clock.”
In fact both Jane and Viv were up and dressed.
“We’ll go out to ‘Sams’ for breakfast Mum. Then hit ‘Tesco’s’ to stock me up. After that, we’re tourists.”
“I’ll just see if they’re up at Greygarth,” said Jane, “I’ll text Ali.”
“Hey!” cried Alison. “There’s life down in London. They’re just going out to breakfast. They’ve beaten us to it. I’m going to give her a quick call – watch the bacon for me will you?”
Alison walked out onto the patio for a better signal, but stayed under shelter from the steady rain. It was more than five minutes before she returned, with a very thoughtful look on her face.
“Bacon’s in the oven keeping hot,” said Ron. “I haven’t started the scrambled eggs yet. Deep thoughts seem to be churning around your beautiful head, my darling. Do you want to share them?”
Alison smiled and walked over to Ron, and they shared a long and loving kiss.
“We love you, our husband. Our wife has given me some advice as to our care for each other today. So there is going to be a change in the plan, my darling. After breakfast, we will proceed with the jobs on the list. Lunch will be at one o’clock. I will do the Moussaka that I had planned for this evening. Then, my darling, we are going back to bed. Our resolution in respect of abstinence is unlikely to survive. Be intrigued my darling, but not in any way alarmed. Conversations in London are precipitating something Janie and I had been talking about.”
Ron grinned, and raised his eyebrows in query. Down in London Viv’s face wore a similar expression when Jane made a suggestion.
“Viv, sweetheart! If it doesn’t bugger up your plans too much, would you like to call Katie and Alice and see if they would like to join us for dinner tonight, or lunch tomorrow?”
“Mum? You’re not thinking of being naughty are you?”
“No dear. I like them, and I would like them to be a part of a bit more conversation I want with you. It should fit into place. I also have a strong feeling that they’re in need of some support. Do you remember me saying yesterday that I suspected their families didn’t approve?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Your Dad is also in for a bit of a surprise my darling. Their resolution to abstain from sex for a couple of days is not likely to last beyond this afternoon. You’ll understand when we speak.”
“Okay Mum, I’ll give Katie a call now.”
“I don’t know about buying you handcuffs today Mum,” said Viv as she touched the digits on her phone, “I think thumbscrews might be …”
“Hi Katie! It’s Viv, sorry to call at this time on a Saturday..”
“No, everything’s fine. Well, I think it is, but Mum is being mysterious. If you try and kidnap her again – she’s yours!”
“Ha haha! Oh, I think she might like that. Look, she’s asked me to see if you could join us for dinner tonight, or lunch tomorrow. We’re going to Randall & Aubin tonight and Simpson’s tomorrow. She wants to carry on a conversation we’ve been having and she thinks it would be good for you to be part of it.”
“Hmm! That’s a thought, I’ll ask her, hang on”
“Mum, is the topic of conversation something that we want to air in a crowded restaurant? I mean, how about we have a meal and a wander then all come back here?”
“That sounds even better dear.”
“Katie, how about this? Pack an overnight bag for you both and come over to the flat, say half five or so. We can all go from here. If they can’t convert the booking from two to four then I’ll find us somewhere else.”
“I’m Flat 8 on 12 th Floor of Stewart House – Connaught Dock.
“Great, see you then.”
“All sorted Mum,” said Viv laughing. “We’ll change your bed later and you can bunk in with me tonight. Katie sounds excited, and I heard Alice squealing. I hope you know what you’re doing, because I don’t”
“Viv darling, can we have a hug please?”
Viv looked at her mother. For a moment she caught a sense of fear.
“Mum, what is it? It’s alright, it’s alright!” she said, taking her mother into a strong embrace.
“Yes, it is dear. Your Dad will always make sure it is. For a horrible moment I wondered if I had invited the elephant back into the room at Greygarth. Now! Let’s go and see what Sam has cooked for breakfast shall we?”
At Greygarth the morning passed swiftly and the jobs were done well before Alison broke off to put her Moussaka together. Ron forgot his concerns about the forthcoming conversation, through being immersed in the straightforward tasks they were about. Alison suggested they shower before lunch, after their morning labours.
“Choose wine for lunch, my darling. Then choose some for us to enjoy in bed while we chat,” said Alison. This brought Ron back to the purpose of their afternoon.
“I enjoy cooking,” said Ron, “but having two such excellent chefs in the family is certainly something. This is absolutely delicious darling.”
“It’s a good tasty dish, but one day I will make us all a real one. I’ll give the meat at least six hours slow cooking before putting it together. That day Ron, we should eat it outdoors with some fresh crusty garlic bread. Do you know how I would like us to have a meal like that?”
“Go on,” said Ron.
“About two dozen people around a long trestle table. Carafes of wine and maybe some live music playing. Dougal and Katrine running round with some friends. Ted and I stayed at a hotel in Tuscany some years ago and that was the atmosphere. We’ve the space here to do it.”
“Then we shall, my darling, we shall. I know Janie would love it.”
“There’s only one problem Ron. The friends.”
“The friends?” queried Ron.
“Yes, my darling. Leave the dishes for now Ron, and take me to bed – take me to Janie’s bed. That’s her suggestion, and there’s a good reason for it.”
“I shouldn’t be alarmed, you said. I’m heartily glad you gave me permission to be intrigued.”
“Not for much longer, sweetheart. I’m going to try and turn the intrigue into understanding. After that, I hope, we’re going to have some fun. I’m going to take my clothes off here. I like the idea of you perving my bum as I go upstairs.”
“I’m pretty keen on that idea too,” said Ron, with a grin.
“Just cuddle me for a minute, please Ron. I’m worried that the elephant might try and get back in the room.”
Ron drew Alison in close to him. His caresses were re-assuring, rather than sexual.
“The elephant is gone, my darling. He can’t stand being talked about and we did that. There might be more things to say, I’m sure there are. While ever we talk, the elephant stays away.”
“So, my darling, begin where you need to, and take your time. Remember I love you and Jane and that a triangle is one of the strongest structures known. The fact that Jane is not with us, does not change a thing.”
“Thank you Ron. I hope I get this right. Jane and I were planning this conversation but we were both going to be part of it. It isn’t going to change even the tiniest thing in our menage a trois. We think we will be even stronger. Jane wants to talk to Viv, for reasons she will explain in more detail. However, we want you to hear what we want to say before Viv does.”
“Ron, my darling husband, I need to take us back to the time when Ted died. All the friends we had rallied round. Any help I needed, they all said, then I only had to ask. The only ones who didn’t say that were you and Jane. You both simply got stuck in and helped. Jane was terrific when I had to go into hospital. I couldn’t drive for a few weeks after and you were always there.”
“The one thing I wanted from my friends was their continued friendship and company. The problem for them was that I wasn’t part of a couple anymore. Wives seemed to regard me as a threat. The best way to guard their husbands from this widow who might turn predatory at any moment, was to keep me away. Invitations to dinner dried up almost overnight.”
“Some of the wives might have had cause to worry. Not from me, but about their husbands. A couple of creeps made some very unsubtle suggestions that actually made my skin crawl.”
“For some, it was the embarrassment of not knowing how to behave. I wasn’t an old lady. What could they talk to me about without making me feel bad and making the grieving process more difficult? Kindest option was not to engage with me at all. Ha!”
“It was hard Ron. I got through because you and Jane never wavered in anything. That only makes me still have shivers now for what I almost did to you both.”
“Darling,” said Ron, “we’ve dealt with that elephant. He’s gone, remember?”
“Sorry my darling, some feelings I’m still struggling to throw off.”
“Anyway, it wasn’t all that long after Ted died that I began to feel the void of an intimate physical relationship. To put it bluntly, I was missing sex. Ron, you saw how I reacted to our ‘safari’ yesterday? You made me feel ecstatic with the reality of the memories you brought back. It was you I was fucking darling, not Ted in my mind. You fucked me to such wonderful heights – I went higher with the memories you helped me to conjure up. You laid a bit of a ghost to rest, Ron. I think you also woke up a new animal in me. Just wait until the three of us have a safari!”
“Anyway, the various husbands around were never going to be the object of my desires. I did have some fantasies about you my darling, but I’ll tell you about those some other time – when Janie is with us. Oh! I need to say that Jane knows every bit of all of this. I don’t know why she needs to be talking to Viv about it just now, but I know she will have a good reason. I wish she was here with us though.”
“Ali, my sweet wife. You’re unfolding some background I had no idea about. It’s also a big mountain for you to climb. So, let’s have a rest and drink some wine. Relax and get ready for the next part of what you want to say. I think you’re going to be telling me something about how you and Jane came to be lovers. Am I right?
“Yes!” replied Alison, quietly. Then Ron threw her completely.
“Ali my darling, listen to me. I love you and Jane without reservation.”
He was holding her hands and his face shone with his joy for her. Alison felt a radiated sense of consent for what she was to say, and a feeling of liberation.
“You’re building up to telling me about something that was utterly wonderful and amazing for you both. Don’t spoil that memory, or the telling of it, by dowsing it with guilt. Whatever happened between you was wonderful and you must both treasure it. No! We must all treasure it, because it’s part of how we became what we are now. We can work out the date and put it into the calendar to be celebrated. Celebrated by the three of us as the formative moment of the menage a trois. ”
“So, if you are going to tell me about it, then tell me the wonderful tale, my darling. Tell it with the passion you felt in the moment. Don’t tell me like a confession. Re-live your excitement, and recount it with pride, wonder and joy. I can’t promise not to feel a bit of pain, but any avoidance by you opens a door for a new elephant.”
“The moments when you fell into each other are priceless gems of happy memory. They must not be spoiled by being shy of telling me. Ali, my darling wife, tell me with the bubbling excitement of the moments you discovered each other. Help me to be a part of it, just as we are now all three a part of each other, please.”
Alison stared at Ron in wonder. She had, indeed, been gearing herself up to being defensive, and playing down the searing sexual heat that she and Jane had unleashed.
“Ronnie, you wonderful, wonderful man. Thank you. That was a beautiful thing to say. Janie and I have wanted to tell you all week about that time, but we didn’t know how to. We didn’t want to sound like we were making excuses. We still want to say how sorry we were for how we treated you.”
“Enough of that Ali, my sweet. Thrill me with your story.”
“We’re not there yet Ron. I have to give you some more background. Some of it is unpleasant.”
“As the months rolled by I became quite desperate about wanting sex. I began to think I was obsessing. I began to fantasize about men I’d see as I walked around Ripon and it made me feel a little unclean. It made me cry at night. At times I would shout out to Ted that I was sorry. I felt guilty about it. At the same time I was bringing myself to orgasm with my fingers. The release was great for a few minutes, then it all seemed so sterile. Why couldn’t I control myself?”
“Then I finally decided I had to do something. It was either that or go mad and do something somewhere horribly inappropriate. I had started snapping at Ted when I talked to his picture. I was even blaming him for dying and leaving me. That made me feel even more wretched.”
“What did you do?” asked Ron gently. Alison had gone quiet and tearful. He drew her in close and caressed her hair and touched her cheek.
“I took myself off to Leeds and the Radisson Blu,” she began quietly, “I told people it was for some retail therapy and a bit of a spoil in their spa. What I was actually hoping for was to get picked up on the lounge bar by some businessman passing through. I wanted to get fucked.”
“I sense that it was not a happy experience?” said Ron.
“Darling, it was one of the most horrible experiences of my life. I was booked in for three nights. On the first night I had dinner alone but got to know my way around the place. The following day I had some fun shopping. I bought a couple of things for myself, something for Susan and a few things for Dougie and Kirsten. I was bubbling and happy. Then I dressed to knock ‘em all dead when I went down to the Cocktail Bar. Ron, I was advertising cleavage.”
“Wow!” said Ron, with a grin. “How many did you slay?”
Alison grinned, and perked up.
“I caught one quite quickly. If I hadn’t been so desperate I would probably have seen him for the low life he turned out to be.”
“He had noticed me dining alone the evening before, might we share a table? He was on business – he was a diamond and precious gem factor. Oh! Such glittering lies. He was a divorcee, he said, and dining alone in hotels took the edge off the food. We had a very pleasant meal together, and I smile now that he booked the whole cost to his room. It’s a small consolation.”
“I readily accepted his invitation to join him for wine in his Executive Room. In the lift we kissed. I wanted him to take me there and then. When he cupped my breasts and teased my nipples, I was set to explode. I knew I was going to rip his clothes off when we got to his room.”
“And did you?” asked Ron.
“This is where it gets horrid Ron. We got to his room and he opened the door.
“Well Grant?” said the woman. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?”
“My ‘would be lover’ had lost the power of speech.”
“I’m Alicia Stewart,” said the woman. “Grant is my husband. As his little brain is trying to formulate lies at the moment, he has forgotten his manners. May I ask who you are?”
“I looked at this beautiful woman Ron. Her eyes told me the story of this predator.”
“My name is Alison Wright, I said, looking her in the eye.”
It was clear to Ron that Alison was struggling.
“Mrs Stewart! I said. I feel deeply ashamed and humiliated. Your husband told me he was divorced two years ago. This was clearly a lie for his own ends.”
“I am the widow of the most amazing man, the most wonderful lover, and the most wonderful father. My darling Ted was also the most amazing life companion.”
“How you must have laughed inside, Grant. This has got to be an easy one, you must have thought. Well, the seduction hasn’t happened, but I think you may well
have destroyed me.”
“I went up to him and slapped him. I slapped him very, very hard. I was going to hit him again but my arm fell to my side. The enormity of the feeling of guilt and betrayal of Ted began to drown me.”
Tears rolled down Alison’s cheeks in her struggle with the memory.
“I turned back to Alicia and tried to speak, but my body let me down. Ron, it was the most awful moment of my life. I began to collapse.”
“Alan! she shouted, as I began to go down. I was caught, and helped to the bed.”
Alison’s body was wracked with tremors and tears were in free-flow. Ron too, felt tears on his cheeks as he held her to him tightly. He felt her begin to wriggle free of his hold. He was relieved to see a grin beginning to form.
“I’m okay now darling, thank you for helping me. It gets good from here.”
“Well, mostly. I wish Janie was here.”
“Anyway,” Alison continued, “I looked at Alicia. I expected venom and contempt, but I got compassion.”
“Are you staying in the hotel? she asked.”
“She and Alan then helped me back to my room. Alan is Grant’s brother. The other man was Mark, he is Alicia’s brother. He was told to guard Grant until Alicia got back.”
“They got me to my room and Mark was sent back with instructions to ‘babysit’ Grant and use up his mini-bar. Alicia stayed with me some time, and I think she saved me Ron. She explained her husband’s serial philandering. She got me laughing again and she said something truly wonderful to me.”
“Alison, you are still proud to be called Mrs Wright. I am not proud to be called Mrs Stewart. When the divorce is through I shall revert to my maiden name of ‘French’.”
“I said that I hoped she would have better luck than me at finding a new partner. I told her about how my ‘friends’ had treated me as a rogue single woman.”
“Don’t worry about me, she said, with a huge grin. Her name is Liz, and we’re going to be very, very happy once I’ve got rid of the rat. My body is now a man free zone. I hope you will find your happiness, Alison. Please don’t let your experience with my husband stand in the way of it. She followed it up with a lovely email.”
“So, I came back to ‘Windyrigg’ determined to find a Convent to go and live in, as it was obvious that my body too, was going to be a ‘man-free’ zone, whether I liked it or not. Then Janie turns up and tells me about our Brackenthorpe treat. Thank you Ron for that. It was just what I needed then but…”
Alison stopped speaking as Ron pulled her in close for a kiss.
“Skip remorse,” he said, “get to the juicy bit.”
“My encounter with Grant Stewart had just about destroyed my self-confidence. You two have been there for everything for more years than I can remember. I unloaded everything on Janie as we drove over to the Spa. She knew I had been on a shopping spree, but I hadn’t had an opportunity to tell her the horrid bits. I told her I had gone to Leeds in the hope of finding a man in the hotel and being given a good seeing to.”
“What did she say to that?” laughed Ron.
“She said she would act as spotter for me at the Spa for likely targets. Cougar on the loose! Lock up your men ladies! she shouted.”
“Did you spot any likely men?”
“No! The radar was shut down pretty quickly after we arrived, I’m afraid,” said Alison.
“Our first session was a massage. It was supposed to relax us and ease away any tensions. I’m sorry Ron, my darling, it did the reverse for me. It was the first tactile experience I had since before Ted died. It fired up every nerve ending I possess. It wasn’t sex, but it awoke every carnal instinct in me. I tried to relax, as the lovely Laura said, but I was clenching my thighs.”
“We got back to our room and I showered first. I couldn’t stop touching myself. I was playing with my nipples and finger fucking. Eventually I heard Jane shouting through the door and asking when she was going to be able to get in the shower. I got out and dried and put on one of the supersoft robes they have.”
“Sorry Janie love, I said as I came out of the bathroom. I got carried away massaging the bits that Laura didn’t.”
“That sounds fun, she giggled. I might try that myself.”
“But what our darling didn’t grasp was just how much I needed the physical release of sexual contact. I’m really sorry Ron. You understand because of what we so cruelly put you through. I, of all people, should have understood what we were doing to you, because of the desperation I had been through. I’m sorry my darling, I really am.”
“Ali, my beautiful wife, I said, skip the remorse.”
“I don’t think Janie was as long in the shower but I was oblivious when she came out. My robe was open and I was playing with my nipples and squeezing my breasts with my right hand and fingering myself with my left.”
“Al? I heard her say, softly but clearly.”
“Oh my God, I’m sorry Janie, I said as I pulled my robe closed. Look at the state of me! What a pathetic sight I must be? Will anyone want me again, as I was once wanted? I want to be feel desired again. I’m sorry Janie, but who will have me?”
“Ron!” squealed Alison, “Can I really try and tell it how it happened?”
“Hey girl! I think we should try and re-create a tiny bit of your ambience, don’t you? I think we should get our clothes off. Some flesh to flesh while you talk the walk might be good, don’t you think?”
“Okay Ron. Last one naked pays a forfeit.”
Ron groaned, theatrically. He was always going to lose on that one.
“Ha!” said Alison, “I’ll let you know the forfeit later.”
“Carry on with the tale,” said Ron. “You might find that the attention my dick pays to the story helps you gauge how it’s going.”
Alison giggled and treated his already semi-hard cock, to some very slippery sliding handiwork and sucking.
Ron sat back leaning up against the headboard while Alison sat in front of him, cross-legged.
“Ali, the fresh shaven look suits you. You’re not leaving anything to my imagination sitting like that. I think Janie is going to like it as well. Anyway, she had just come out of the bathroom and caught you playing with yourself.”
“Yes, and I had sobbed pitifully about being wanted. I did feel wretched Ron.”
“Janie came over to me and stood very close. She lifted her right hand to her lips and kissed her finger tips. I watched, in an almost hypnotic state, as she very slowly moved her hand to my face. She touched my lips, passing her kiss to me. Every fibre of my being was quivering. My butterflies were electric and I stopped breathing. As she drew her hand away I took hold of it and kissed it.”
“Maybe, she whispered, we could try having each other while we’re here?”
“We stood looking into each other’s eyes and it felt as if time had stopped. I managed to reach up and touch her right cheek. Janie lifted her hand to touch my left cheek. It was like a circuit had been completed which generated a magnetism that drew us in more closely. It all happened in very slow motion, but I could see Janie’s lips quivering just as I felt my own doing the same.”
“Ron,” said Alison in wonder, “When the kiss came it was an epiphany for us both. At first it was soft as we both explored something wholly new. When our tongues met, they unleashed something more animal in us both.”
Alison looked at Ron. She saw his face sharing her joy. His lips were parted as if to give her words of affirmation.
“My robe had fallen open and I felt Janie’s hands on my flesh for the first time. When she found my breasts and stroked my nipples, I groaned in a pleasure that my body had forgotten. My knees buckled for a moment that caused us to break contact. It broke our contact but a new bond had been made between us.”
“Jane stood back for a moment and undid her belt. She shrugged her robe to the floor. I did the same. We looked at each other’s bodies. We’d seen each other nude before – changing rooms at the gym etc – but we had never looked at them as we did at that moment.”
“We came together again and, as we kissed, our hands were exploring. Suddenly we were thrusting our mounds into each other hard. We staggered in that embrace over to my bed.”
“Neither of us had any idea of how to make love to a woman. Ron! It was so wicked and exciting at once. At times it was hilarious. Janie thrust her hand between my legs. She placed two fingers either side of my pussy lips and began to frig me. The sensations that sent to my clit had me screaming and thrashing like a fish out of water. When she pushed a finger into my cunt, I just lost it completely. That was my first non self-induced orgasm since Ted had died. The tensions of three years exploded. It was so unbelievably powerful. I think I may have passed out for a moment.”
“Ron! It was so thrilling and exciting and naughty. I felt I was losing my virginity all over again; except that this time it was fun.”
“When I could speak again I just held Janie close and began to cry. I was shaking.”
“Janie, you have just saved my sanity. Thank you, darling. Plans to move to a Convent now well and truly shelved.”
“We lay there cuddling for quite a while. Ron, I suddenly felt very wicked. Can I tell you what I did?” asked Alison, bouncing with excitement.”
“I think you have to now, don’t you?” laughed Ron, catching her mood.
“I wriggled down the bed and got between our darling’s legs. She had a surprised look on her face for a moment. Then she grinned and I began to start to explore with my fingers and tongue.”
“Ron! It was an unbelievable experience. I had never been anywhere near another woman’s cunt before and there I was using my tongue. I just remembered how Ted used to work on me and I tried to do my best. It was wonderful. When Janie started to moan, I could feel her juices begin to flow. It was so sweet and beautiful. I tried to catch it all.”
“I never really understood it when Ted said that pussy licking gave him so much pleasure. Then I did. I loved it Ron, I loved it. There’s so much more to tell but I want to save some of it for when the three of us are together. Our wife my darling wants us to put on a show for you. We discovered so much that week.”
“Ron, I’m sorry. I’m suddenly feeling dreadful again about what we did to you. We plunged you into a sort of dark age.”
“Al, you both know it was bad for me. I talked about the dark place so we don’t need to go there again. Don’t call it ‘my’ dark age’. Call it ‘our’ renaissance. Something wonderful began for us all. Maybe one day you and Jane might re-enact it for me? That is unless you want to keep it personal?”
“Ron, I think that is a delicious idea. You could film us as well.”
“That sounds like a very good idea,” said Ron.
“I wish we had had your courage and imagination though darling. We should have explored things with you when we got back, and not exclude you as we did.”
“It couldn’t have worked Al. We couldn’t have come together then, as we have now. A huge part of my being and masculinity took a beating when you returned. I’ve explained that. At best we would have been two pairs with a spare part and an air of resentment hanging over us. You and I wouldn’t have come together for a start, would we? No darling, I had to have my dark time. I went into the dark of a chrysalis, I had no idea that was to be reborn, but now I see what glorious thing has emerged for us all.”
“Thank you darling, thank you. Thank you for helping tell it with the excitement it gave us.”
“I love you Al. I love Jane. I wouldn’t want it told any other way.”
“Well, my darling husband,” said Alison. “I think it’s high time you had a bit of a treat. “How about we…”
Alison paused as Ron put a finger to her lips.
“Something I think you ought to do now, my darling, before anything else. I think our wife may have just a tiny anxiety about how this conversation has gone, don’t you? Let’s give her a call?”
Jane and Viv had enjoyed a more orthodox morning of shopping. Jane bought some ridiculously expensive foodie things in Harrod’s. Viv agonised over something to get for ‘menage’ – to give it some tangible recognition.
“You coming up to Greygarth and hugging us is all we want,” said Jane. “If we manage to plan some sort of ceremony then I think we’ll work with you on how you all contribute. A lot depends upon Susan’s reaction, of course. Mary’s is anyone’s guess. In fact, we may leave it a while before we tell her.”
The two women enjoyed a light lunch at ‘Wagamama’s’, with Viv guiding her mother as to what she was eating, and how to eat it. They spent the first half of the afternoon wandering around the stalls at Covent Garden, enjoying the street theatre, before deciding it was time to get back to the flat to freshen up.
They had only just arrived back at Stewart House when Jane’s phone rang. The display simply said ‘Greygarth’. Ten minutes later, after Viv had watched a display of every imaginable emotion on her mother’s face, she found herself almost picked up and waltzed around the room.
“Mum! What’s happened?” laughed Viv, “what’s going on?”
“I’ll tell you when we are all together later sweetheart,” cried Jane. “Are you sure you’ve got lots of wine in?”
At five twenty Katie and Alice arrived amid shrieks, giggles and hugs. The two girls delight at seeing Jane again was obvious.
“Oh my God Viv! This place is amazing,” declared Alice. “I can’t get over the view. The rent must be ginormous.”
“The family trust owns it,” said Viv. “I am blessed beyond belief to be living here. It’s lovely to welcome you both. I know we’re going to have a lot of fun tonight, but I’m warning you that Mum is a bit giddy and mysterious at the moment. She might have to be restrained.”
“Oooh! I think we might be up for that Katie, don’t you?”
“Girls, I feel a bit giddy, I admit, but there is a more meaningful side to it all. I had such a lovely time with you all last night that I wanted to share more of our story with you. Katie and Alice, that is something that Ron and Ali and I are not going to be able to do very often. There are not many people I will be able to talk to about the reality of our menage a trois. I want to tell you more about how we got to where we are.”
“Viv darling, you said something beautiful to me on Thursday evening. You said we should just carry on if you came to stay. You wanted to recognise us for what we have become and celebrate it. Katie and Alice, I would love to celebrate it by sharing it with you. Would you mind?”
“Can we tell you something about us as well?” asked Alice. Her voice had a slight pleading edge to it.
Jane looked at her two new friends. She saw faces loaded with longing, and eyes filled with desperate hope. She smiled and nodded to them slowly.
“Yes dear! Please do. You don’t have acceptance in places where you most want it, do you? Am I right?” she asked, as she opened her arms.
Viv watched as her two friends dissolved into her Mother’s embrace. She was awed by the mutual sense of intuition and perception the three shared.
Jane hugged the two younger women “Yes, my dears, yes! You can tell me things, and I shall listen,” said Jane.”
Viv understood that something special, and unexpected, was happening. She waited, and it was almost two minutes before her Mother moved them all on, gently.
“Now, before my darling daughter decides to go to the cinema, let’s re-join the party shall we?”
Twenty minutes later the four women were in a cab heading for the West End. Viv had booked an early table knowing that her Mum preferred sitting down to eat before seven thirty. There was an atmosphere of giggly naughtiness. The Cabbie thought to himself, “Tears before bedtime, and headaches in the morning.”
Back at Greygarth Ron and Alison were recovering. The full power of coherent speech had not yet been restored to them. Ron looked as if a bucket of water had been thrown at him. Alison was panting softly. Her head was still only twelve inches from his now deflated cock, where they had collapsed after the crescendo of their ‘sixty nine’. She licked at the semen on her lower lip and scooped that which smeared her chin onto her forefinger, before sucking it into her mouth.
“Oh! Ali, my darling. We’ve got to describe that to Jane on Monday. How about I do the narrative and you do the actions? Then we swap roles when I go down on her?”
To be continued. The story has been broken at this point to allow the story of Katie and Alice to be developed.
