1 comments/ 8895 views/ 4 favorites A Perfect Solution By: Scorpius1945 Author's notes: 1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is purely imaginary and, to the author's knowledge, bears no relationship to any occurrence in real life. 3. Please note this is a revised version of the story in response to readers' feedback. *************************** Marilyn walked confidently through the impressive doors of one of the top legal firms in the city, unfazed by the size and grandeur of the reception area. As the top marketing executive for a large multinational company, she was very familiar with the trappings of quality and expected nothing less. "Good morning Mrs Hudson," greeted the middle-aged legal secretary/receptionist. "Humphrey told me you'd be calling in this morning and he just needs your signature on the forms here for us to proceed. If you could just sign here and here," she pointed to the spaces marked with a small tag, "Then it will all be done." "I'll need to read it all first," replied Marilyn, "I never sign what I haven't read." "Oh, alright, if you insist. Most people just sign the form and trust that it's all legal and above board, but if you wish to read it first then feel free to do so. There's a comfortable chair and desk over against the far wall. Can I bring you a cup of anything?" "Thank you. Coffee please, white with no sugar." Marilyn left for the chair while the receptionist pressed a bell push on her desk. As Marilyn settled into the overstuffed chair she noticed Steve had already signed the forms. She placed her hand over his signature, emotions welling up as she thought of all the other forms they'd signed together over the years. She placed the forms on the desk and took out her favorite pen, the one Steve had given her as part of a set for her last birthday a few weeks ago. She thought it ironic that she was going to be using that pen to begin divorce proceedings. She thought back through time, how they had attended the same high school, and how gracefully he had danced with her at the graduation ball, their first date. She thought how young and carefree they'd been back then, the world at their feet, the bright endless future ahead, and compared it with how she felt now. Her eyes teared up as a young intern brought her a cup of coffee and some plain biscuits. "Is there anything else you need, Ma'am?" she asked politely. "Yes, do you have a box of tissues please? I seem to have a runny nose all of a sudden." "Yes, Ma'am," she replied, returning a few seconds later with a small box. "You may keep these," she informed her. No wonder legal fees were so expensive, she thought. She took one and patted her eyes gently before blowing her nose. She remembered how they attended college together, he studying the sciences and engineering, she focussing more on people skills and social aspects, exploring what made people tick, what their motivation was for doing the sometimes idiotic things that they did. They both graduated top of their streams from college and attended the same university, he studying engineering, she psychology then marketing. They were officially recognized as an item by their peers from the start, neither even looking at another as a potential partner. The joy in their eyes when they were together was plain for all to see. Those were wonderful days, full of interesting academic challenges, the days of carefree youth. She remembered her 18th birthday party with all her friends on the lawn of her parents' large house on the beach, the warm breeze off the calm sea, the waves lapping on the beach as they partied the night away. Then the surprise weekend away shortly afterwards when Steve took her to a beautiful resort, in wonderful, peaceful surroundings where, on a blanket under the stars, she lost her virginity as they made love for the very first time. She relived the fear of possible pain, the relief when it was trivial and the joy of mutual love fulfilled for the first time. She remembered the glorious ache after making love again and again, five times the first night, three the second. She unconsciously hugged herself at the memories. She remembered their marriage, again on their parents' lawn, overflowing onto the private beach. The joy, the speeches, the commitment to each other, forever, as she became Mrs Stephen Hudson. Nobody could have been happier than Steve and Marilyn at that moment. Then their honeymoon, the beautiful Caribbean resort on the beachfront, walking along the beach, watching the moon, a few days past full, rise out of the ocean into a cloudless sky, its reflection shimmering on the water amongst the reflections of thousands of stars as wavelets lapped at their feet. They had taken a blanket with them and laid that on the sand and made love under the vast expanse of the heavens as husband and wife. Oh the joy of those blissful, carefree seven days of honeymoon. Marilyn remembered their graduation with masters degrees, Steve in structural engineering, herself in marketing. Then the hunt for work, the hopes, the rejections, the persistence and their support for each other. She remembered their first jobs, her working as an advertising agent for a local newspaper, him as a junior structural engineer for a construction company, both so proud to be considered worthy of even these relatively low paid positions. She remembered how they struggled to buy a home, mortgaging themselves to the hilt, borrowing money from parents to pay for the basic furniture they needed, their biggest luxury being a large comfortable bed. She smiled as she thought of the long, lazy Sunday mornings lying in bed together, honouring and caressing each other and making love gently and sensuously several times before eating breakfast in the early afternoon. She remembered the joy of being head-hunted by the local branch of a large multi-national corporation to lead their marketing division while Steve was appointed head of the design team at his work. Still he dreamed of being an independent consultant, but first he had to do the hard yards and gain industry experience. "Oh Steve," she muttered, caressing his signature on the page, "Why did you have to do it?" Once more tears came to her eyes and she dabbed them away, realizing she hadn't even started to read what she was supposed to sign. She pulled herself together and settled down to read, until she came to the part regarding custody. She couldn't help it; she simply burst into tears and sobbed into a tissue. She remembered the joy she felt when Dr Mathers confirmed she was pregnant with Sally. She and Steve had gone out to celebrate with a beautiful five course meal and dancing, although being pregnant, she avoided alcohol. The pregnancy seemed to last forever, yet in retrospect it was over in a moment. She took maternity leave from work and had beautiful, healthy baby Sally, a gorgeous child who was now eight and, of course, topping her class in elementary school, just as her parents and doting grandparents would expect. On her return to work she had been told that head office wanted her to move to New York as chief executive of the international marketing team, a huge promotion. She remembered how Steve had supported her, promising that they could return frequently to Florida to visit their parents, Sally's grandparents. In return she'd promised Steve that her far higher salary would allow him to establish his own consulting business in New York, a huge step up for him as well. They remembered the sad farewells as they departed, taking many of their belongings, selling their first home and arranging to buy an apartment in Manhattan, a seriously poorer lifestyle in a far more crowded environment, they agreed, but a stepping stone to their dreams. She remembered the joy of Dr Reeve confirming that she was pregnant with their second child, and the absolute devastation a few months later when she miscarried. Tears fell from her eyes at this memory, landing on Steve's signature. She brushed them away angrily, smudging the ink in the process. The support she received from Steve, who was also devastated and very busy as he strove to establish his own business, was wonderful and made up for the lack of available support from near friends and parents. She relived the relief and joy when confirmation of her third pregnancy came shortly afterward, with the tension of the next nine months in case the unthinkable happened yet again. The joy and relief of Brian's birth was incredible, with both sets of parents flying up to meet their new grandchild. More tears flowed at the memory, this time tears of joy. She sat back and drank her coffee quietly, taking a break from the memories and the emotional wringer that she was putting herself through. The receptionist had apparently been watching her closely and came over to talk with her. "Is everything alright, Mrs Hudson?" "Yes, fine thanks," she said lifting her teary eyes to meet her gaze. "Listen, dear, there is no point in putting yourself through all this, you know. Just sign the papers and we'll do the rest. It's easier that way. What he's done to you is unforgivable and he deserves everything he gets." Inside Marilyn bristled. How would she know? Yes, he'd admitted adultery, he'd agreed to a divorce, but that didn't mean he wasn't contrite. It didn't mean that he didn't love her anymore, or any less, and it certainly didn't make her love him any less. He was still her Steve and always would be. And who was the receptionist to judge what was forgivable and what was not? "I'll be the judge of that, not you," Marilyn replied tersely. The receptionist retired quickly, recoiling from Marilyn's sharp retort. Marilyn returned to her memories, thinking of her wonderful children, now six and eight, of the beautiful home they had recently purchased beside the ocean with grounds for the children to enjoy, a peaceful haven away from the madness that was central New York. She'd met Tracy at a social event Steve's business put on for staff and families last Christmas. Before a blazing log fire in their huge entertainment room the twenty or so staff and families talked socially. She, of course, had been hostess, tending to drinks and nibbles and mixing and mingling with everyone. Tracy was a young college graduate with a great body and reasonable intelligence, Marilyn quickly assessed. She surmised that it wasn't just her intellectual abilities that had proved attractive to Steve, noticing the way his eyes followed her as she walked across the room. After all, she reasoned realistically, she was now in her mid-thirties, didn't have near the sexual appetite she had even a couple of years ago, and she knew that new blood was always a lure for men, no matter what the potential costs. However, Marilyn had been devastated to arrive home early ten days ago to prepare a surprise birthday dinner for Steve, only to follow a trail of frilly underwear to their bedroom where Steve and Tracy were doing a little more than discussing business. She had thrown Tracy out, almost literally, and given a very contrite and embarrassed Steve an earful. In the heat of the moment she'd used the D word, had moved out of their bedroom to the spare room, sobbed herself to sleep and the following day she told Steve that he had to find somewhere else to live and she wasn't prepared to share their house with him. The result of this was she was sitting here in her attorney's vestibule, crying like a baby over a piece of paper. What to do, oh, what should I do, she sighed. She looked into the possible future they had had, a bright glowing future of fun family times, laughter, joy, challenges and achievements. Of watching their children grow and flourish. Of living in a beautiful home with good friends, loving husband and family. She knew that once she signed this paper under Steve's signature, all this would be gone. They were all there until that time. Once she signed, she was committed. To what? To loneliness, nights alone in a big bed, two children to care for alone unless Steve received custody, as he well may, in which case she had no husband and no children except for visiting days. They would need to sell the house and she may get 50% of it, then again, if he received custody, she may end up with far less and still have to pay alimony. That was a lose-lose situation as far as she was concerned. As a marketing executive, she avoided even win-lose situations like the plague and always aimed for win-win situations, encouraging her staff to seek out the best solutions to challenges. Now more than ever she needed to heed her own advice. What would a win-win outcome look like in this situation, she wondered? Unforgivable! The word stuck in her throat. Nothing was unforgivable. The only thing stopping people from saying 'I'm sorry' and 'I forgive you' was ego. It was a fear of backing down, of appearing weak, of maybe admitting that you may be partly at fault; a fear of someone else taking advantage of you. People, especially in the big apple, avoided that at all costs. Their self-esteem was fragile enough without having to admit they may have been partly to blame and forgiving was simply unheard of. It meant that you were prepared to overlook something instead of taking all you could while you had the advantage; offer a hand of friendship and reconciliation instead of kicking your opponent while he was down, or punching him while he was on the ropes. Anyway, who was the opponent? Steve; my darling, loving and lovable husband, she realized. Tears again filled her eyes at what she was about to do to him, to her children, to her and to them all. There had to be a win-win situation and she was determined to find it. She thought back to when she attended Sunday School and later church with her parents; remembered how the preacher had taught forgiveness and that the Bible taught people to love their enemies. Steve, an enemy? Hardly. Was Tracy the enemy? If so, should she love her? Unforgivable! The word caught in her throat. Images of loving her enemy, loving Tracy and Steve, went through her mind. She made her decision. She took another tissue and wiped her eyes, blew her nose, replaced her pen in her handbag, picked up the piece of paper and, while looking the receptionist in the eye, tore it in half once, twice, a third time then a fourth. She left the pieces where they were and walked out without a word. Once in the busy street, breathing deeply of what passed for fresh air in New York, she took out her phone and speed-dialled Steve. Tracy answered. She felt her body clench up, then with a conscious effort she relaxed. "Good morning Tracy, Mrs Hudson here. Can I speak with Steve please." "I'm sorry, Mrs Hudson, he's with a client at present. Can I take a message?" At least she had the formalities right, thought Marilyn, she hadn't just gone to pieces as some people would. Maybe she was practiced at speaking to her lovers' wives. "No," she said, her voice hardening, "What you can do is to put me through to him and make sure he answers. Do it now please." There was an instant's silence, Tracy clearly wondering what to do, then she made the best choice, remembering the saying about hell's fury and scorned women, she dialled his extension, presumably speaking with Steve before transferring the call. "Hello, darling," Steve's soft voice come on the line. "Sweetheart, I've just been to my attorney to sign the divorce papers. Can we please meet in an hour at our favorite café, you know, the one by Central Park?" "Why do you want me to do that?" he asked. "No questions, can you meet me there in an hour or can you not?" Steve sensed she was determined and that this was important, vitally important. "Yes, I'll be there." "Thank you, darling." Marilyn disconnected and started walking to the café. She idly window-shopped as she walked, her mind churning with what had to be said, what had to be done, a tiny thought coming through which could just possibly, perhaps, maybe be a solution. If it was agreeable to both Steve and Tracy, she thought she may be able to accept it also. It was certainly light years better than any other idea she had. Steve was a few minutes early, a good sign decided Marilyn, who was adept at reading people. They selected a secluded table, ordered and engaged in small talk while waiting for their meals. Once they were delivered they began to discuss the business at hand -- themselves. "I went to the attorney's all set to sign and then got to thinking about us, about our courtship, marriage, the highs and lows, and eventually I reached a decision. Thinking through our lives together I realized we'd been through many things, many joys, many sorrows. We had come through these because we supported one another. Right now I know you need my support more than ever, just as I need yours. I decided there had to be a better way. So I tore up the paper and walked out." Steve looked stunned. "So you don't want a divorce? You don't want to kick me out, take me to the cleaners?" Marilyn was silent for a long time, slowly eating. "Part of me does, but most of me doesn't. And the part that doesn't is winning. The part that does just wants to get revenge, to hurt you, regardless of how much it hurts me. It doesn't care. It's also called ego. What does your ego want?" Steve did a double take. This wasn't at all how he'd thought this meeting would go. He had expected Marilyn to be gloating about her victory over him, about legally being able to bankrupt him, to destroy his dreams, to rub his face in the dirt, yet here she was talking about herself not wanting to do this, realizing that she couldn't hurt him without hurting herself even more. And she hadn't even used the kids as leverage. What a question. What does my ego want, he thought. "I guess that my ego enjoys the thrill of the chase, the adrenaline rush of the possibility that Tracy and I would be discovered. It is blind to consequences. It is prepared to hurt others for instant gratification. I'm sorry, honey, really, really sorry. I know that I hurt you, betrayed your trust, broke my wedding vows and I deserve anything and everything that you choose to do to me. However, I promise if you take me back it will never happen again." "Yes, I guessed as much. I wonder how much of that is just words? I wonder how much you regret being caught rather than regret your actions. It is usual, I would expect, for men to show remorse when they've been caught being unfaithful. It is usual for them to make promises, such as you just have. It is also usual for them to renege on those promises, especially as you admit you like the thrill of the chase and the danger of possibly being caught. However, I also believe that nothing I say or do can change you in any way; the only person I can change is me. So first I need to apologize to you. I'm sorry that I'm not as interested in sex as I was, sorry that I'm not young and nubile like all the Tracys in the world. But I was once and if you look in the mirror you'll see that you're not as young and virile as you once were, and your ego resents this so chases young skirt to prove you've still got what it takes. Darling, as far as I'm concerned, you'll always have exactly what it takes to keep me happy." She watched as tears welled in his eyes. He blinked them away, his ego unwilling to allow a woman, even his wife, to see him express his emotions in this way. So how could he answer that? What should he say now, he wondered? She'd completely hit the nail on the head, had told him exactly how he felt, provided the exact reasons that he would have provided if he'd had the guts to say it, or the perception to realize it. He did the best thing possible; he remained silent, wondering where this was leading. A Perfect Solution "I could forgive you, I could come back to you, take you back, make you promise that you'd never again see Tracy, that you'd fire her. But what would that achieve? There would always be another Tracy. I'd always be suspicious of you, suspicious that when you were working late it was actually in intimate surroundings with another woman. So that is not an option." She stopped talking once again, taking another mouthful and chewing slowly, watching as the emotions played over his face, as he wrestled with himself about what to say. He said nothing; he was learning fast. She finished her final mouthful and drank the last of her coffee. She then picked up her bag in preparation for leaving. "So, I would like to do three things. The first is forgiveness. The receptionist at the law firm told me that what you did was unforgivable. What does she know? So I chose to forgive you. Darling, I completely and utterly forgive you from the bottom of my heart for being unfaithful to me with Tracy. I understand your motivation, although that in no way excuses you, and accept that you will continue to feel this motivation in the future. I also do not believe that your actions provide justification to destroy our lives, our children's lives and to bring grief and suffering to our parents and loved ones. To do that would be masochistic and sadistic lunacy. The second thing I want to do is to invite you home. Your children and your wife need you. Please come home and be my lover again. The third thing I want to do is to invite Tracy into our home, our lives and our bed for as long as you and she wish her to stay. These invitations are open for 24 hours, and I will not take an answer earlier than in 23 hours' time. Please consider them and let me know by," she looked at her watch, "12.45pm tomorrow." She stood up, bent and kissed Steve on the cheek as she passed, and walked out. Steve sat, stunned, and watched her walk out of the café. He then turned back to the table, rested his elbows on it, his head in his hands and wept, his sobs shaking his body, tears falling on his half-finished lunch, his 1pm appointment completely forgotten. His first thought was 'yes, yes, yes', then he admired her management of the situation, the forced delay before she would accept an answer, creating the need for him to respond, not simply react. Of course his initial reaction was total agreement, what man wouldn't agree to his wife and new lover sharing a bed with him? He had to admit she was a master (mistress?) at people management, and he had no doubt that she was totally sincere. What were the down sides? As an engineer he had been trained to look at things from all angles, gaining different perspectives and looking for the weak link. He could see none. From a relationship viewpoint it made absolute, although totally unconventional, sense, but convention was something which he had frequently defied in his work and was the basis of his success; novel solutions for difficult situations. So Marilyn's proposal struck a chord in that respect. Financially it was very strong, keeping the family unit together and even adding to the strength by bringing someone else into the family unit to share the financial burdens. He would have to clarify with Marilyn if she envisaged Tracy living with them full time or just sometimes. He pulled out a pen and made a note on the napkin. Would it make a difference, he wondered. No, but his engineer's mind had to know. Socially, of course, it would be interesting, but then family was a term that was broadening in context now, especially with same sex marriages, and was cohabiting with two women really a problem? There were cults and civilizations for whom this was the norm and they had successfully survived for many thousands of years. Then he considered whether possibly the offer was transferrable, one or both ways, he wondered. If Tracy left, was he able to find someone else? Under this agreement, was Marilyn able to bring another guy into their bed? He made another note on his napkin. Eventually he managed to pull himself together enough to ready himself to leave, noting it was 1.30 so he phoned his 1pm client with profuse apologies, then paid the bill and headed back to the office. As he was walking back he realized that he needed to speak with Tracy about this. So he called her into his office and closed the door. He explained the situation and was greeted by a look of incredulity on Tracy's face that would probably have matched his in the café. "You mean you, I and Marilyn would all sleep together in the same bed each night?" asked Tracy. "That's right, as I understand it." "For how long?" "As long as you and I wish, I guess." "Could we get married then?" "No, that would be illegal. But we'd be partners together. I guess you and Marilyn could also be deemed to be partners as well." Tracy thought about that for a few moments. remembering the fun she and another girl had sharing a bed in their twin room at boarding school. That could be fun, she thought. "There are some things I'll need to clarify before I finally accept, but I really cannot see any down sides to this arrangement," summarized Steve. "Ok, well, seems all good to me too. Can we discuss this again tomorrow morning before you give your answer please? "Sure can." Tracy went back to work, thinking about the solution to the problem. Neither she nor Steve did a great deal of work for the remainder of the day. Steve went online and Googled 'two women one man' and read about the concepts of polyamory. Interestingly Tracy and Marilyn did the same search. All were relieved to know that what Marilyn had proposed had a name and, even better, a support community. Like Tracy and Steve, Marilyn did little business work that afternoon. Despite her confidence that this was the best decision in this almost impossible situation, she was nervous, wondering how she would feel about sharing a bed with Tracy and watching her make love to her husband. The major challenge she saw was that they would all have to completely reprogram their egos, removing any resistance to another person making love with their partner; even removing the concept of the possession of another as a partner. Marilyn slept alone in her big bed that night, going over objectively what had happened, what she had proposed, the positives and negatives, these latter being very few and usually ego-based. Reassuring herself that the decision was now out of her hands and she had done everything she could, she went to sleep and slept soundly. Not so two other people. Steve and Tracy lay together in her big bed, holding each other but both lost in thought. Every little while one would make a comment and they would discuss another aspect of the proposal for a while, then drift back to a restless doze. By morning both were tired and listless, unlike their usual romantic selves, but they both agreed that accepting Marilyn's offer and terms was the best possible decision for all concerned. The following day, at 12.45 on the dot, Marilyn answered her phone. "Hi, darling," she said, the familiar ring tone announcing Steve's call. "Hello, sweetheart. I've made a decision; I'll accept your offer and Tracy's agreed as well. Thank you, honey." A wave of relief washed over Marilyn. It was over; it was beginning. She knew the hard work was still ahead but at least they had an agreement in principle. "Thank you, darling, I'm so pleased you and Tracy are accepting. So tonight, can we all please meet at home. Come for dinner and both you and Tracy are most welcome to stay the night. No pressure, but if you wish you can prepare for that; if it happens, then it happens, but I don't think any of us should try and force something unnaturally at this stage." Omigod, it was said; Marilyn felt like she was an observer of her life, watching as a remote likeness of herself made decisions and offers. She seemed to be isolated from the effects of these decisions and felt very voyeuristic. They made some trivial conversation, Steve asked about the kids, and then they broke the connection. She came back to reality with a thump. She checked her diary and found she could leave early, so planned a lovely meal, the children would eat earlier then would probably want 'Auntie' Tracy, as she would undoubtedly be known, to read them a story before bed at about 7pm for Brian and 8pm for Sally, then they would be able to discuss the polyamory proposal and, if all went well, she would be sharing her bed with Steve and Tracy later that night. She didn't even think of the worst case scenario, where Steve returned to Tracy's bed and left her all alone. Dinner was very enjoyable, Tracy hit it off with the kids and, being 22 and really more a big kid herself than an adult, enjoyed playing with them before putting each to bed with a story. She then returned to the lounge where they opened a bottle of chilled white wine and relaxed, continuing the process of becoming comfortable in each other's company. "The offer you made is extremely generous," began Tracy, "I don't know that I could have done that if the tables were reversed." "Well, the alternatives were far worse. I simply had to get over my egotistical self and completely lose any need for revenge, any feeling of betrayal, any need to make myself right and you and Steve wrong, whatever those words mean now. Once I managed that, and it wasn't easy, then everything fell into place. I totally forgave Steve. That doesn't make what he did right, it just means that I realize he's human and a male. It also means that I realize why he did what he did, which doesn't make me wrong, it's just how I am at this stage in my life. Also nothing is anyone's fault. I don't hold a grudge against you or Steve, I have no need to exact revenge on you or Steve. I just hope that our polyamorous relationship can develop and thrive healthily." Steve and Tracy looked at each other. "I told you she didn't want to poke your eyes out with a sharp stick," he told her with a grin. "Thank you darling." "Thank you so much," added Tracy, "I'm really sorry for what happened. If I'd been stronger I would have rejected Steve, but I wasn't, I really desired him and I've come to love him dearly, just as I love you for the attitude you are taking about all this." After that they discussed the practicalities of the situation, their sleeping habits, intriguingly they discovered that they all enjoyed sleeping naked, when they liked to shower and the important issue of what to tell the children. "That's a tricky one," agreed Tracy. "I'm quite happy to be called Auntie Tracy but explaining why and how I arrived in the household is difficult." "There is one thing I insist on," said Marilyn, "We will not lie to our children. Children are able to accept and understand anything provided it is explained to them at their level. I suggest we firstly wait until they ask, and then simply tell them that Mummy and Daddy love each other and we both love Auntie Tracy so she sleeps in our bed with us. Issues of sexuality can be discussed when those issues arise. The children do not know about that at present; let's allow them to preserve their innocence for as long as possible in this sex-mad world. We certainly don't want to foist this awareness onto them at this stage as there are too many concepts they do not understand. We're looking at the problem from the point of view of adults who know what happens with men and women in bed, they don't. Leave it be." They all agreed with the wisdom of this concept and agreed to answer questions honestly and at the level at which they were asked. The evening passed quickly with mainly small talk until it was time for bed, there being work for them all tomorrow. They discussed times for rising and worked out a program so they could all get to where they were going by when they needed to be there. It was convenient that Tracy and Steve could travel together, leaving Marilyn to find her way to work as usual after the children left for school. Steve was a night time showerer so showered in the glass shower cubicle while Marilyn and Tracy brushed their teeth and hair and removed their makeup in the bathroom proper. Both were thankful that the bathroom had two sinks with a large mirror behind them. He felt a little strange standing naked under the cascading water while two women, instead of just one, were right outside the transparent, but water splattered glass, however, he simply carried out his routine and they did theirs. Once he had dried himself he walked into the bedroom naked, as usual, to see two women, one on each side of the bed, sitting up watching him, four hard nipples aimed in his direction. For a brief second he felt embarrassed, then realized that both had seen him naked before, he'd had sex with both of them, so what was the big deal? He lost the embarrassment but retained a certain self-consciousness, more from the idea that each would see him naked in front of the other. Still, if it didn't bother them, then it wouldn't bother him. Besides which, he enjoyed seeing the two sets of breasts looking at him over the edge of the sheet. He climbed into bed and placed himself between them, wriggling down under the sheet. "Are we all good?" he asked, looking to left and right. They both agreed they were good, so to save further embarrassment he reached up and turned off the light. He then reached his arms sideways behind their backs and cuddled them both to him. They moved against him seemingly willingly and he kissed them both on the lips. They lay there, unmoving, for a few minutes, everyone waiting as though in suspended animation for someone else to do something. It seemed the longest few minutes of Steve's life. Then he felt a hand move towards his crotch and gently cup his balls and stroke his cock. From the direction he could tell it was Tracy so he freed his arm and responded by stroking and cupping her sweet pussy, wishing he had the gall to initiate lovemaking with her. He was aware it was early days yet and decided to play a waiting game rather than try to push anything too fast in case it backfired. He then felt Marilyn's hand moving over his hip, following her habit of many years of holding his cock while she went to sleep. He moved his other hand to her pussy just as she reached his cock and found Tracy's hand already in possession of it. Oh hell, thought Steve, is this the first cat fight? Marilyn changed her movement into a stroking one, stroking the back of Tracy's hand, reassuring her that all was well. Tracy let go of him and held Marilyn's hand, then guided Marilyn's hand to his cock while she cupped his balls, having wordlessly come to a tacitly agreed sharing of his private parts. He began tracing the outline of Marilyn's pussy lips, which he knew she enjoyed. Despite the tension between them all, Steve had become aroused. Never before had he experienced two women caressing his genitals at the same time. His cock grew and tented the sheet. "Darling, do you need some sexual relief?" asked Marilyn. "Actually, yes, I think I do," he replied, wondering what his wife's response would be. Marilyn twisted herself up so she could rest on her elbow and looked towards Tracy. "Tracy, darling, I feel really tired and just don't feel like entertaining Steve tonight. Would you please be able to relieve him of his load?" Steve was stunned. The changes in Marilyn's attitude were unbelievable. Here she was, only a short time after nearly divorcing him, suggesting to his girlfriend that she might be able to make love to him, and in her bed with her present. The excitement caused by her question brought Steve to rock hardness. "Yes, I'd love to do that for Steve," answered Tracy. "Shall we leave the light off this first time, darling, while we're all getting used to each other and this new-found sexual freedom?" ************************** Steve's story: Tracy and Marilyn agreed to leave the light off this time but thought that in a few days they wanted it on so they could more easily participate together. Tracy leant over me, kissing me, her hands massaging me beautifully as she always did. Marilyn joined in, stroking my belly and nibbling at my neck. I felt Tracy becoming aroused and wet, just as I was. She squeezed my precum out of my cock and used it as a lubricant on the head, rolling the palm of her hand over it gently causing incredible feelings like pins and needles to surge to my hands and soles of my feet. Her slit was juicing copiously and I spread this around, introducing first one then two fingers into her vagina and gently massaging her sensitive G spot. The whole eroticism of the situation was overpowering and Tracy quickly pulled me over on top of her, spreading her knees wide and drawing her feet upwards to fully expose her pussy to me. I moved upwards a little, placing my cock at her opening, then on elbows and knees I thrust into her, helped by her hands cupping and pulling my ass cheeks, impaling her in one stroke. She let out a grunt as I filled her, almost as though I'd pushed the air from her vagina. We lay together like that for a short time, Marilyn moving so she could reach both of Tracy's nipples. She began twisting and squeezing them, causing Tracy to squirm beneath me as I began moving back and forth inside her. I could hardly believe that I was making love to my girlfriend with my wife watching and, indeed, helping stimulate her. It was beyond my wildest dreams. It took very little time before Tracy started panting her pre-orgasmic pant, which I knew from the few times we'd made love before. I also knew I couldn't hold out much longer so some part of me took over and drove me onwards, causing me to push into Tracy even harder and faster, and then I was there, I pushed in hard and froze in position, my hot sperm squirting inside Tracy's pulsating vagina as she came hard around me. After a few seconds we both relaxed and I began to soften, slipping out of her as I lay on the mattress once more. Marilyn handed me a towel and I wiped my cock and cleaned up our juices from Tracy's pussy. "That was wonderful," I said, "Thank you both so much." I kissed each of my darlings sensuously as they kissed me back, thanking me as well. "That's the first time I've been present when people have made love together," said Marilyn, "It was so sweet, so sexy, such fun helping you on your way, Tracy. Thank you for the experience." Tracy reached over me and she and Marilyn shared a deep, sexy kiss as two sets of hard nipples poked into my chest. I was treated to a close up preview of things to come. We then all settled down, cuddled in together and slept. ***************************** The following morning Steve awoke early. Both Marilyn and Tracy were still sleeping soundly so he used the bathroom then returned to bed. He heard no sound in the house so assumed the children were also still asleep. As he crawled back under the covers Marilyn stirred and he snuggled into her, caressing her back as she awoke gently in his arms. They kissed, gently, passionately. "Thank you, darling, for proposing this excellent solution to our challenges," he whispered. "That's Ok, sweetheart, I didn't want to lose you and I wanted you to be happy, so this seemed to be the best possible solution. How it works out or for how long I have no idea, so I'm just taking it a day at a time. So far so good." Steve felt his cock hardening as he held his beloved wife in his arms. He began caressing her breasts, then her pussy. "Are you feeling sexy by any chance?" asked Marilyn. "Oh yes, darling, you know me, always hot for you." "Yeah, and anything else wearing a skirt," she joked. "Hey, that's not fair. Just one little fling and I get branded like that," protested Steve. A Perfect Solution Marilyn was immediately contrite. "I'm sorry, honey, that was totally unfair. Sorry. Would you like to make love to me now sweetie?" "Yes, darling, very much, if that's what you'd like." She kissed him again, hard, "Oh yes, honey, I do like." She reached down and cupped his balls, kneading and stretching them away from his body as she knew he enjoyed. His cock hardened immediately and he began stroking her pussy lips, spreading her legs for better access, feeling her arousal in her flow of juices, which he spread over her lips and clit, gently massaging her clit as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the erotic sensations pulsing through her. Then Steve felt another hand on his back, gently caressing him, and he checked over his shoulder to see Tracy grinning at him. He mouthed a 'Thank you' to her and focussed again on Marilyn. It took only a few minutes before she was ready and panting for his cock, a far cry from normal arousal patterns recently. It must be some primeval instinct among women when there is competition for a male to become quickly aroused to increase the chances of pregnancy, although these were zero with Marilyn this morning. She quickly spread her legs and pulled Steve between them, positioning him so his cock was at her well-lubed entrance. He pushed slowly and gently and felt his cock enter her, felt each well-known bump and ripple of her vaginal walls as he continued to push inside until he pressed against the end, her clit being squeezed gently by his pubic bone. Tracy, meanwhile, had begun caressing, squeezing, kneading Marilyn's breasts and nipples, causing amazing, previously unfelt sensations. Never before had there been someone to stimulate her breasts like this while Steve made his initial entry. She mouthed 'Thank you' to Tracy's grinning face. Then the sounds started, Brian and Sally were obviously having some sort of disagreement. "I'll get it," said Tracy, rolling out of bed, pulling on her house coat then leaving the room. There are definitely advantages to having a polyamorous relationship, thought Marilyn, it's probably unfortunate that more people don't try it; maybe marriages would be a lot better if they did. Steve and Marilyn continued making sweet passionate love, both moving together, their motions and resulting sensations acting as a balm to smooth the emotional turmoil each had endured during the past few days, creating a loving togetherness that was more intense and more healing that they had felt in many years. Today was not a day for marathons and within a few minutes Steve was ready and searched for signs of Marilyn's tell-tale pre-orgasmic behavior. She was panting gently, responding to each thrust with one of her own, her vagina was pulsating around his cock and she was making small mewling sounds. He knew she was almost there and his spurting hot cum would undoubtedly push her over the edge. He thrust faster, harder, focussing now on his pleasure, his orgasm, and then he was there. He went rigid, his cock spewing forth his hot seed against the end of Marilyn's vagina. She cried out loud, trying in vain to stifle the sounds of her joy as her orgasm washed over her, obliterating everything else besides the feelings deep inside her and her love for Steve. She felt his cock pulsating, causing a sympathetic fluttering in her vagina as she rolled her head from side to side, her body shuddering with emotion and joy. They relaxed together in post-orgasmic bliss, hearing sounds from the kitchen as Tracy fed their two children, allowing them the almost unknown pleasure of being able to make love in the morning undisturbed. Time passed and they kissed, cuddled for a while and then separated, Steve's cock now soft, both fully sated for the time being. They showered together, dried each other, dressed in their business attire and went to the kitchen to be greeted by "Hi Mommy, hi Daddy" from two happy children. How could any decision besides the one she made have been better than this, Marilyn asked herself. They all ate breakfast together, the children caught their school bus, Marilyn left for work with kisses for them both, leaving Tracy and Steve alone in the house. "Thank you, darling, for looking after the kids while we made love. It's one for the first times that we've been able to make love in the morning since Sally was born." "That's Ok, honey, but you owe me one and I want payment now." Tracy took hold of his hand and led him to the bedroom, removing her housecoat and placing his hand on her very wet pussy. "I got so hot just thinking about you two making love while I was looking after the children. Now it's my turn." Then she added in a husky voice. "Please fuck me hard, darling, make me cum, shoot your hot cum in me." She pulled off his jacket, tie and shirt while he undid his trousers, then she pulled him onto the bed. His cock had responded quickly to the stimulation of being stripped by a sexy naked woman and was standing out proud and ready from his groin. She placed him on his back and straddled him, working her way up his legs, holding his cock as she slowly moved her pussy into position. She finally lifted herself off him, moved forwards and then sat down hard, forcing his cock into the depths of her vagina, the head pressing firmly against the end of her tunnel as she ground her clit against him, then began a rapid fore and aft movement that caused his cock to move in and out of her tunnel while massaging her clit at the same time. Steve looked up at this gorgeous woman, his lover, her head thrown back, long blonde hair swaying across her back, nipples erect and bright red on her luscious breasts as she fucked him for dear life. It was plain to him that she wanted only one thing: to cum. He reached up and squeezed those red nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, twisting and pulling until she was making shrill cries of painful pleasure. She began panting, short sharp breaths causing small grunting sounds. Then she was almost there. "Ah, ah, ah, aaahhhh, yesss, AHHHH, AAAHHHH, YESSSS, AAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!!" Steve wasn't quite there, his earlier lovemaking having taken its toll on his reserves. As Tracy finished her orgasm, Steve was still on the way up so he held her in place, hands on her hips, and continued to move her as she relaxed, using her as his fuck toy. To begin with she was still post-orgasmic but after a few seconds she revived and synchronized her movements with those of his hands. Steve felt himself building towards his orgasm, enhanced by her apparent willingness to continue, and after only a couple of minutes he was almost there. Tracy sensed this. "Oh honey, take me with you!" she cried as she increased her tempo to stimulate herself to cum. The faster tempo also pushed Steve quickly towards his climax, but on hearing her words he gritted his teeth and held on, putting off the inevitable until she was closer. He kept this up until he could postpone it no longer, then thrust deeply into Tracy's vagina, went rigid and unloaded his third load of cum in 12 hours. Tracy was far enough advanced for the feel of Steve's hot cum against the end of her vagina to trigger her orgasm just as Steve was beginning to relax, so she threw her head back and continued her movements, letting out a shrill scream as she came yet again, her movements prolonging Steve's orgasmic pleasure. Slowly they became still until they were lying, Tracy on Steve, panting from exertion and covered in sweat. Steve looked at the time, and came back to reality with a jolt. "Hey, I've got a meeting soon. We have to go to work." "Oh darling, such a shame. I could lie here all day with you. Lucky you're the boss or I'd probably get fired for being late." She rolled off Steve, his flaccid cock falling out of her sopping vagina, and together they quickly showered, with no play time allowed, dressed and left for the office in Steve's car. **************************** Over the next few days they settled in as a family. Marilyn soon recognized that there were distinct benefits to having another female in the family with whom she could share the work, allowing her to spend more time with her children and husband. Tracy also seemed to enjoy the companionship of the family, especially her access to Steve and Marilyn. The two women quickly realized after the first day that the only way they were both going to satisfy their hungry libidos was by rationing their access to Steve and seeking stimulation and relaxation together. Both had previous lesbian encounters, but were, by choice, heterosexual. Now, by necessity, they chose to become definitely bisexual. In fact, they conspired together while discussing this delicate matter; they could, if they chose, place Steve on rations, or force him to be celibate if they wished. Neither wished at that time, but both considered it an interesting option for a later time. Accordingly, they both searched sex toy catalogues and soon met at the local sex shop during Tracy's lunch break. Neither woman was a prude, but the range of items on display frequently challenged their imaginations to devise a means for their use. So they chose to remain with the old tried and trusted dildos and vibrators, with additional harnesses for strap-on dildos. While there they also purchased some sexy lingerie to surprise both Steve and each other. They paid by credit card and walked out with their bags full, Tracy returning to work and Marilyn taking their purchases home. That night the children took forever to go to bed and settle, or at least, to the excited women, it appeared to be so. Once they were settled, however, Marilyn asked Steve to make them all celebratory drinks. Once he returned and handed them the drinks, he asked what they were celebrating. "Well, that will become plain during the night," replied Marilyn. They sat sipping their drinks and listening to soft music for a while until almost inevitably the talk drifted to love making. Tracy and Marilyn told Steve how they intended to solve their problem of the inability of his libido to keep up with two sexy women, and then they both went to their bedroom and slipped into some sexy lingerie before returning to the lounge. When they walked in Steve had stripped off to his undershorts and let out an approving whistle as they walked in. Both women watched his shorts for a response and were not disappointed; his cock was rapidly rising to the occasion and tenting the front of his shorts out towards them. "You see what I mean?" asked Marilyn, "It certainly doesn't take much to get him aroused, but the quality of his lovemaking seems to have decreased since the quantity has increased." Tracy agreed, although she'd have been quite happy with the quantity and quality if it had all been for her. However, sharing his libido was a small price to pay for sharing the loving relationship they were developing. "So," continued Marilyn, directing her comments to Steve, "We have decided a few things. We feel that you need some time to recuperate between sexual encounters but we also need to continue to have our high libidos satisfied. Therefore, we have bought a new toy." Marilyn produced a strap-on dildo from behind her back. "Don't I get a say in this?" asked Steve. "No you don't, at least, not at this stage," replied Marilyn. "We've noticed that as the quantity of sex has increased for you, the quality has decreased. I used to enjoy the copious quantities of cum you filled me with but now sometimes there's hardly any. So we've decided to take matters into our own hands and satisfy ourselves sometimes while you, of course, can satisfy us at other times. We trust you to be fair and to share your cock with us both. I'm sure, also, that you'll enjoy our all-women encounters. Shall we give him a sample, Tracy?" Tracy smiled in anticipation as she looked at Marilyn, Steve and finally at the strap-on dildo, wondering who would wear it and who would experience it first. "Yes, let's," she replied eagerly. "Can you use it on me first?" she asked, having made a split-second decision. "Of course, if you wish," replied Marilyn, slipping her thong off while Tracy slipped hers off also. Marilyn bent Tracy over the arm of the couch and used her knees to move her legs further apart. She gave the straps a final hard pull, forcing the base of the dildo against her clit most delightfully, then scooped some of Tracy's copious juices and lubricated the end of the dildo. She then moved forwards and placed the end at Tracy's opening. Meantime Steve had moved towards Tracy, letting her rest her head on his lap next to his rampant cock while he cupped her hanging breasts with his hands. Marilyn eased forwards, watching the end of the dildo penetrate Tracy's sopping vagina and hearing Tracy's soft mewling as she felt the intruder enter her. She continued to push gently into her until she felt some resistance, when she stopped. "How does that feel?" "Mmmm, delicious. It's pressing right on the end just as I like it." Marilyn began fucking the dildo in and out of Tracy's vagina as Tracy began showing the effects of the sexual stimulation, writhing gently from the combined feeling of the beautiful sensations from both her pussy and her breasts, ably caressed by Steve's hands. "How's it feel for you?" she asked Marilyn. "It's lovely, just watching you really turns me on and each time I push all the way in I feel a wonderful pressure on my clit. I think I could probably cum just from that." The action continued at an increasing pace for several minutes until Tracy's writhing and mewling increased and she began crying out louder. "Oh yes, like that, yes, yes, fuck me, oooohhhh, I'm gonna cum, I'm nearly there, fuck me hard, yes, YESSSS, YESSS, I'm CUMMING, AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!" Marilyn pushed into her hard, feeling the stimulation on her clit almost, but not quite, pushing her over the edge as well. She gently rubbed Tracy's back as she came, noticing that Steve's cock was rock hard and tenting his under shorts. Gradually Tracy came down from her high and Marilyn eased the dildo out of her dripping vagina. Tracy turned her head and shoulders to look up at Marilyn. "That was beautiful," she purred, "But now I want to swap places and fuck you. Ok?" Marilyn's pussy was desperate for some action. The stimulation of the base of the dildo against her clit had really turned her on and now she needed to cum. She quickly unstrapped the dildo and the two women swapped places while Steve removed his shorts and continued to sit and watch the scene. His hands, released from Tracy's luscious breasts, automatically found their way to his pole and began gently rubbing it. Marilyn saw this. "Don't you dare," she said threateningly, but with a grin, "It's because of your frequent over-exuberant orgasms that we're using a dildo to give you a rest. You're not to cum unless it's in one of us. Ok?" "Ok," Steve agreed, removing his hands from his cock and cupping his wife's breasts as she lay over the arm of the couch. Tracy positioned herself and thrust the dildo into Marilyn's vagina to the end without hesitation. "Ooohhh!" exclaimed Marilyn, wriggling her hips in delight. Tracy began thrusting into Marilyn, each stroke almost leaving her vagina, then rocketing back in to press against the far end. Each time the end of the dildo pressed deeply inside Marilyn, Tracy felt the base press against her clit, sending a wave of pleasure through her body and providing a strong incentive to repeat the thrust, which, of course, she did. Steve was caressing Marilyn's breasts just as she liked it, tweaking, roiling and squeezing her nipples to send waves of pleasure through her body. She began panting, each pant causing her to grunt softly. She felt the waves of passion and knew she was close, so very close, just a few more thrusts, a few more, then the surge of sensation was overpowering. "OOOOHHHHH, YESSSS!" she screamed, "YESSSSSSSSS Tracy increased the rate of thrusting, Steve squeezed her nipples really hard and Marilyn writhed between them, her overpowering orgasm causing her to moan, groan, cry out in ecstasy, on and on and on until at last she collapsed, limp, across the arm of the couch. Carefully Tracy withdrew the dildo, missing the rhythmic pressure against her clit. She had been quite close and felt she really needed to cum, but it was obvious to her that her needs would not be met this time. She glanced at Steve, noticing him moving his hands away from his rigid cock guiltily once he caught her glance. "Fuck me, darling, I need to cum," she said across Marilyn's prone body. Marilyn stirred, then lifted her head. "Let's all go to bed where it's more comfortable and then I want to watch you two fuck up a storm," she said. Slowly they stood, picked up the strap-on and made sure there were no tell-tale signs of their activities for the children to find in the morning, then walked arm in arm to the bedroom. They piled into the huge bed and Tracy turned Steve onto his back, crouching between his legs as she slowly caressed his huge rigid cock. She was always amazed at times like this that this monster would actually fit inside her. She bent forward and kissed the end, licking away the drop of precum, then wriggled her way up his body until she could kiss his lips, her well-lubed pussy lips sliding each side of his rampant cock as she opened her legs wide to straddle him. They kissed sensuously, then she lifted her hips slightly and felt the head of his cock at her entrance. She lay still and felt Marilyn, who had been kneeling beside them with her knees far apart, reach behind her and begin to caress and squeeze Steve's balls. Steve writhed beneath her, enjoying the attention of the sexual stimulation accompanied by the pain of having his balls squeezed progressively more firmly as Marilyn increased the pressure. After a few minutes of this Tracy needed to cum. She lifted her hips and body further, taking her weight on her arms, and then pressed down on Steve's cock, forcing him into her sopping tunnel before wriggling downwards until he was deeply implanted inside her and her clit was pressing against his pubic bone. They lay still like this for several minutes while Marilyn alternated between squeezing Steve's balls and caressing, pinching and squeezing Tracy's nipples. With a lurch Tracy sat up, bringing her legs from outside Steve's legs until they were bent and resting each side of his hips. She sat down hard on his cock, feeling the painful, pleasurable pressure at the end of her vagina and the surge of sensation as her clit was squeezed hard between their pubic bones. She was so close, but was determined to receive Steve's cum before she came. Tracy lifted herself off Steve then thumped back down, time and time again, causing Steve to grunt each time he was fully engulfed. After only a few thrusts Steve was raising his hips, thrusting into her in time with her descents. He reached down and held her hips then began pushing back and forth, rubbing her slippery trench across his cock as it pistoned back and forth inside her. They were both close, so close. Then . . . "AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!! I'm CUMMINGGGGGG," yelled Steve as he pulled Tracy onto him hard and spurted his hot cum into the end of Tracy's vagina. This was all Tracy needed. "YESSSSS, YESSSSS, OOOOHHHH, HONEY, CUMMMMM IN MEEEEEE, OOOOHHHH I'MMMMM CUMMMMINGGGGGGG!!" Both lovers writhed in passion as Marilyn watched them with love in her eyes, squeezing Tracy's nipples hard, then slowly reducing the pressure as her orgasm passed and she collapsed onto Steve. They lay together, hugging each other, panting. Marilyn joined them, lying beside them as they made space for her in their loving embrace, her arms around each of them; their arms around her. She had never felt so loved, so part of a wonderful erotic union between the three of them. She thought back to that day when she'd torn up the divorce papers and was more than ever convinced that she had made the best decision and that this loving threesome was the perfect solution.