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<1st attachment, "Menage a Trois. Chapter 8.txt" begin>
Chapter Eight
Weeks went by and Alice remained away, at home
with her mother, although she telephoned us
every day. He mother had cancer, she told us, and
she could not get away for a single day. She
didn't know how long she would be at home. The
doctor tried to sooth her with false hopes, but
Alice knew that her mother was dying.
"She seems to be taking it well, as far one can tell
from the tone of her voice," Molly said to me
after hanging up the phone. "Our little girl must be
feeling very desperate, however. First there
was that freak-out about losing us, and now she is
definitely losing her mother."
"We'll have to be very sweet to her, when she
returns," I suggested.
"Shit, Tommy! You're such a fucking romantic!"
Molly shouted. "No, Tommy, I'm sorry," she
then stammered. "You're a tough guy, but you're
too soft in your head about Alice and me. What
if Alice lets herself get pregnant in some stupid
search for security, because she knows that you
would never abandon her in that case."
"Alice is not that kind of person," I replied in a
huff.
"She'd do it out of despeation, out of a fear of being
cut lose from us. She knows that we two
are moving ahead, that we might go so far that we
would leave her behind just because she can't
keep up. She might give us a baby, Tommy, to
slow us down, to hold us not by love but by
responsibility."
"If she does that," I said with a hopeless sigh,
"we'll just have to accept it and work extra hard to
move on. I can't cut her loose. Could you?"
"I would be so pissed that I might even think of
giving her a small slap on the back of her head.
No, Tommy," Molly smiled into my face and
palmed my cheek, "I could never let loose of
Alice. It's bad enough for me that she's been away
from us for just these few weeks."
* * *
"I've met an interesting couple," she told me one
day in February, shortly before my twenty first
birthday. "They're graduate students, doing
economics Ph.D.s."
The chill of her body shocked me a bit, when I
embraced her. She had walked twenty minutes
from campus to our house in subfreezing weather.
"Did you actually meet them, or did you just stalk
them," I asked, knowing the woman.
"Well, I stalked them for a couple of days, and this
morning I introduced myself to them. They're
really fine people. We're having dinner at their
place tomorrow evening."
"I never turn down a free meal, Molly, but what's
the catch?"
"Actually, they both seemed to come on to me, and
they pressed me to describe you in detail. I
think that they're swingers."
"So we're going to dinner tomorrow with a couple
of swingers," I responded in a controlled
explosion. "Let's go to a movie together instead."
"They're really beautiful people, Tommy. They
both have raven black, lustrous hair and pale,
pretty faces. They're slender and about our height.
They're very polite and well mannered.
They're cultured."
"Molly, I have no desire to frolic with strangers.
You and Alice are all I need and want."
"Tommy, dear," she said softly and cuddled to me,
"when the three of us settle down and have
children, we will be content with just each other.
But now we're still young. Let's experience
what's out there for awhile, what's available to us.
You'll like Sara. She's stunning."
"And you'll enjoy Sara's husband, I assume."
"Yes, Tommy, and Sara too, I hope."
* * *
It was an older apartment building, perhaps ten
stories high, very elegant and up scale with a
doorman, who rather disdainfully told me where I
could park my old car. The lobby inside
shimmered with marble and bronze, and real
flowers were placed here and there, some potted,
some cut. The doorman, who somehow knew our
names, summoned the elevator and took us up
in its plush interior to the penthouse.
"Molly!" a beautiful woman exclaimed, when she
opened the door to us. She was not much
older than I, but she seemed to be more of an adult.
"And this must be Thomas," she beamed
grandly at me, presenting a hand, which I shook,
although I think that she expected me to kiss it.
"I'm delighted to meet you, Thomas," she said in a
rehearsed manner. "Molly has told us so much
about you."
The second part of "us" soon appeared, a
handsome guy whose facial features resembled his
wife's. "Hi, Tom," the man said with a smile, and
he presented a hand which was meant to be
shook.
I tried to be suave, but stammered through the
introductions. The two of them were as beautiful
as Molly had described them, but they were so at
ease, so in control of the situation, that I felt
almost like a child before them, although they were
only in their mid twenties.
Their penthouse was lush, expensive and very
tastefully laid out. Their names were Sara and
Jack Grandin, and Sara immediately took charge of
me, leading me into the large main room,
toward one of the couches.
"Let me get you something to drink," she said as
she invited me to sit down. "I have white wine,
simple Napa stuff, but maybe you would like
something stronger."
"The wine will do," I responded with a smile,
although I would have been more comfortable
with a can of Coke.
The lovely woman went away and soon reappeared
with a tray of cheese and elegant crackers
along with two large glasses of wine. She placed
them on the low table in front of the couch and
then sat down next to me. I looked across the room
and watched Jack sitting on another couch
with Molly. She was giggling at something he had
just said. I knew for a fact that we were there
to fuck, but it was all so elegant, so civilized.
"You seem to be a bit tense, Thomas," Sara purred,
her pale, beautiful face turned to mine, her
eyes startling blue, capturing me.
I was at a loss. I didn't know how to behave in that
situation. I felt like a fool in front of the
gorgeous woman. For a moment I wanted to get
Molly and leave the place, to go back to our
world, where I was always at ease and in charge.
Sara took the glass from my hand and placed it on
the table, her gaze never leaving my face. She
had about her a slight aroma of lavender.
"Relax, Tommy," she whispered as she leaned
against me, her hand on my chest. She kissed me.
I glanced desperately across the room, as I kissed
back, but Molly and Jack were gone. I gave
myself up to the opportunity, clutched the beautiful
woman to me, palmed a modest breast and
heard myself say slyly "What's for dinner?"
Sara giggled and said "You can feast on me,
Tommy"
I heard Molly emit playful yells from behind a
bedroom door.
Sara grasped my hand, pulling me up from the
couch with her, and we actually ran, trotted to a
bedroom, where we disrobed chaotically, clutching
to each other, yet wanting to take off more of
our clothes at the same time. We were soon naked
on the bed, kissing. Sara ran her hand down
my body and discovered my apparatus.
"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed, a quaver in her
voice.
I licked and sucked her in foreplay as my hands
explored her exquisite flesh, giving her a couple
of quivering orgasms. "Don't hurt me," she
implored in a ragged voice as I mounted her and
then plunged myself into her, meeting at first,
unexpectedly, a familiar resistance.
"Tommy!" she screamed in obvious pain, yet she
pushed back at my thrusts, sobbing all the
while as I hurried my self to pleasure.
I got off of her body quickly, when I was finished,
and I cuddled her to me, cooing to her, trying
to quiet her sobs with my kisses, all the while
wondering how this married woman could have
been a virgin.
"Jack's my brother," she explained, after she
calmed, snuggling her body to mine, "my twin. We
never went all the way."
* * *
I did not penetrate the lovely young woman again
that night, because I knew that she was sore,
although I pleasured her with my fingers and tongue
several times. She found me agreeable and
would not be apart from me. She licked on me, but
her mouth was too small to do very much
with my fat cock. She could get it in, but it
stretched her mouth uncomfortably.
Her face was so different from Molly's blondness,
I noticed more than once as I embraced her in
the dim light, so pale in contrast to the raven black
of her hair. She was a stranger to me, yet we
were lovers for the moment.
"Do you still hurt," I asked, whispering into her ear
as I held her to me.
"Yes, I'm sore, but you can do it again, if you
want."
"No, I don't want to hurt you."
"You may if you want," she said in sly invitation.
We slept through the night, my body cupped to
hers. When the birds began to chirp, just before
dawn, I climbed upon her and she became fully
awake. She spread her legs widely, wanting me,
and we did it slowly, then faster, as she directed
me, achieving an orgasm despite her
discomfort.
Sara would not let go of me, and I truly did not
want to be free of her. In the stark light of the
morning I gazed at her pale, beautiful face, and she
stared back at me, her face alive with
wonder.
"It was beautiful, Tommy, absolutely beautiful,
although I'm really sore now," she murmured into
my ear as we showered, clutched together under
the warm, pelting spray.
* * *
We sat that morning around the kitchen table, a
glass top set on a black, iron frame. We were
famished, because we never did have dinner the
evening before. Molly and Sara were fussing at
the stove, preparing hash and eggs.
"I heard my sister cry in pain last night," Jack said
softly, looking into my face without the least
rancor.
"Yes," I replied. "I'm very sorry, but she forgave
me."
"And so do I," he smiled. "I could never do it,
although we often got very close. I would always
back off, because I could not bear hurting her in the
least way."
"After a few days her soreness will go away," I
observed.
"Yes, I know. I can hardly wait. Tom, I'm
profoundly grateful to you and to Molly."
"Molly?"
"Yes. I was a virgin until last night. In fact, except
for Sara, I had never before touched a
woman sexually, although I have had a number of
homosexual experiences. Have you?"
"No," I replied, keeping my temper. "I don't find
male bodies at all attractive."
"Yes, I know what you mean. I had to give it up
when I was about sixteen, when I became too old
to attract hairless boys."
Molly then came over to the table and put her arms
around Jack's neck from behind, snuggling
her head to his. He licked on her smooth forearm.
The two of them had a genuine affection for
each other, I noticed, but I was not jealous.
"Guys, go get your food. We're not going to wait
on you."
* * *
We drove to campus that Monday morning to catch
our ten o'clock classes. It would be an
impatient wait until Friday afternoon, when we
would rejoin Jack and Sara for the weekend, and
for what Jack described as "something special", as
he and Sara bid us good-bye at the elevator
door. Sara blushed, when he said that.
"Isn't Jack a lovely person?" Molly remarked.
"Yes, he is. "I noticed your affection for him this
morning."
"You'll always occupy the top rung of my love
ladder, Tommy," she said and snuggled to me as I
drove. "But will you let me fall in love with him? I
need your approval. I want to just let
myself go and love him without guilt."
"I don't think that Alice would approve of what
we're about."
"Alice is not here, Tommy. And these kinds of
affairs only last a couple of weeks or so."
"How do you know that?" You're rather
inexperienced in these matters."
"I've read about this in romance novels, when I
was fourteen years old."
"Well I suppose we can afford to have a fling, and
I will let myself go with Sara, because I
know for certain that they're no threat to our
marriage. It's hard to imagine it, but their bond is
even tighter than ours."
"Ya, I know. It's almost spooky. Were you
surprised to find out that she was a virgin? We
heard her cry, and Jack got very upset. He cried
too. He sobbed like a baby."
"I was astounded. I was already inside of her
before I realized that I had ripped her hymen. I
pushed at her, not expecting to meet an obstruction,
and I just broke through. She's a brave girl.
She pushed back and wouldn't let me stop until I
came.
"I remember when you did it to me, darling. I'll
always remember that as something precious,
although I almost died from the pain you caused
with that monster of yours."
* * *
Time dragged. Friday could not come too soon. It
was not that we were horny or sexually
deprived, because Molly and I fucked twice a day
that week, more often than usual. We were
eager to touch and feel again the bodies of our new
lovers, to let ourselves go and fall in love. It
was an emotional as much as a physical yearning
that resented the clock's slow ticking.
Then, finally, it was late Friday afternoon. We
showered together, washing each other lovingly,
arousingly, but not going all the way, because we
wanted to save it for Sara and Jack. We
kissed and snuggled under the warm spray, trading
love words and phrases, committing
ourselves to each other forever, once again,
preparing ourselves to go and fall in love with two
beautiful other persons, who were almost
strangers. We would not have been allowed to do
it, had Alice been there, although we didn't really feel
that we were cheating on her.
* * *
"Hi," Sara smiled a grand hello, when she opened
the door to us. She offered herself to me for a
kiss as we stood in the doorway, and I took her into
my arms to taste her lips and tongue. When
we eventually stood apart, she looked nervously at
Molly.
"I need to know, before I make a fool of my self,"
she said cryptically, gazing into Molly's
beautiful face.
Molly knew the code. She embraced Sara, who
responded with a sigh. They kissed
passionately, each of them fondling a breast of the
other, as if to communicate their willingness
to go all the way.
Jack came to the door as the girls were engaged in
their unspoken promises of lesbian pleasure
to be experienced sometime that weekend. He did
not offer his hand to shake, but stood beside
me and put his arm around my shoulder in a very
familiar way as we watched the girls continue
with the kissing and fondling. I did not get angry or
move away from him, but I intended to tell
him politely, later, that I was not at all interested
in what I thought he had in mind.
"Come, let's go inside," Jack suggested, when the
girls separated to catch their breaths.
With the door closed behind us Sara and I went
hand in hand into the living room, while Jack
and Molly kissed in the hallway.
"Let me take that," Sara said and grabbed hold of
our overnight bag, which she deposited in a
bedroom. When she returned, all four of us stood
for a moment, awkwardly, in the middle of the
room.
"Let's start with a couple of drinks," Jack
announced with a smile, "and then we'll have a
light supper that Sara has prepared. I have both vodka
and gin for martinis, Tom, or would you prefer
whisky?"
"To tell the truth, Jack, I've never had anything
stronger than beer in my entire life, and then only
a single sip of that."
"I don't intend to turn you into a sot, Tom," he said
as he turned to fuss at the bar. "Consider this
a ceremonial libation, because we are tonight going
to engage in a ceremony, a most important
one. You and Molly are to attend the
consummation of my marriage to my sister Sara."
Sara blushed demurely and squeezed my hand, as
Jack presented us with a tray of vodka
martinis. I accepted one and sipped cautiously at
the strange liquid. We stood in a group
nervously trying to make small talk and behave like
civilized persons, but our hands seemed to
roam and touch one another. Jack again had a hand
on my shoulder and another on the back of
Molly's neck, who was stroking Sara's cheek,
looking excitedly into her pretty face. Sara held
my hand.
"We have all weekend, people," Jack announced
with a sigh and let his arms fall to his side.
"Let me refill your glasses, because I want to offer
a toast. Then we can eat."
The scene was so grand and foreign to my simple
experience. It was as if it were rehersed
before hand on a stage by practiced actors.
When he finished pouring, he held up his glass and
said "I salute the lovely Sara, my twin, my
beloved wife, who has always been first in my
heart and shall be for eternity, with whom I
shared our first orgasms at age eleven, whom I
shall penetrate this evening for the first time with
our dear friends, Molly and Thomas, in attendance
to witness the holy act, to serve, as it were,
as best man and bride's maid."
We tossed down our drinks in a swallow.
"Don't smash the crystal," Jack cautioned. "We're
not Greeks."
We then gathered at a buffet where there was an
array of cold foods, including shrimp and
caviar. Jack pressed a third drink on me, but I
scarcely touched it, because I was already feeling
a bit giddy, as was Molly who fell into a giggle fit.
"It's time," Jack announced. Sara immediately
went into a bedroom and shut the door. Jack
fetched a silk sheet from a closet which he spread
on a low, armless couch. He arranged two
arm chairs at either side of the couch. "These are
for the witnesses," he said, nodding to us.
"Please, undress and sit down. I'll be back
shortly." He went into another bedroom. Molly
began to giggle again, perhaps in embarrassment,
but we were obedient and stripped naked.
After a few moments Jack came out of his bedroom
clad in a long silk gown which was held
closed by a belt. He went to the door of the other
bedroom and knocked lightly. It opened and
Sara came out. She had let down her raven hair.
Her solemn, pale face was unadorned by any
make up. She too was clad in a white, silk gown,
this one with buttons down the front. Jack led
Sara to the foot of the couch, between our two
chairs and began slowly to unbutton her gown as
the girl stood impassively with her eyes closed.
When he was finished he pushed the garment
off her shoulders and it fell to the floor, leaving
Sara beautifully naked. Jack undid his belt and
shrugged off his own robe. His erect penis was of
average length and girth, and it was just
inches away from my face. Jack assisted Sara to
recline on the couch, which was low enough
that when her feet were flat on the floor, her knees
were raised upward at an angle. He clutched
a bare knee to his cheek and then licked her inner
right thigh. There were tears in his eyes. He
knelt between the woman's legs, who was
breathing irregularly in anticipation of something
wonderful. Jack positioned his cock and moved
slightly forward, penetrating his lover and then
lowering his body to hers. They kissed as they
fucked, the most beautiful way to perform the
act. The noise of their excitement began from the
very moment of penetration, because it was
caused largely by a profound emotional release.
The duet ended, too soon, in a crescendo of
ecstasy.
Jack then got to his feet and gestured to me.
"Please," he said, nodding at Sara, who still lay on
the couch, semen oozing from her onto the sheet
below. I got onto my knees between her legs
and fucked her ceremoniously, loving the sight of
her and kissing her lips as I came. When I got
up, Sara rose with me, clinging to my arm. Jack
then motioned to Molly, who understood what
was expected of her. She lay on the couch with her
feet on the floor, her legs spread widely, and
Jack urged me to take my wife. My cock was still
hard enough to penetrate her, and in a few
strokes it grew rigid. We fucked with our heads
together, whispering love words. After Molly
cried out in orgasm for a second time, I withdrew
from her, because I realized that I would not
come again so soon after my first discharge,
despite the fact that something inside my wife that gripped
the head of my cock. Jack then took my place,
bringing Molly off twice more, fucking her until
he came again.
Molly got up from the couch, semen running down
an inner thigh, and clutched weakly to Jack
for support. Jack led her to a bed room, with Sara
and me following, the girl clinging to me.
Inside was a very large bed upon which we all lay
in a pile in the dark, where we would spend
the night making love, each with every one else,
where I would suck cock for the first time and
not feel ashamed about it.
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