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Memories and Possibilities Ch. 01

By: Romantic1





Memories and Possibilities Ch. 01



Matt appeared in the doorway, wearing his briefs, but otherwise as coated and odoriferous as I was. We smiled at each other. Neither of us said a word. 

After I put the baby down for the night, I found Matt standing in my bedroom looking out the window. He looked at me sheepishly and asked, "Should I go?"

I slowly nodded and said, "Yes, at least tonight. I need to get my head around what just happened. I hope we didn't break anything tonight – I mean our friendship." I had to sort out how I was feeling. Time had telescoped around me. I went and hugged Matt and kissed him several times, then gave him space to dress and collect himself.

I walked him to the door. He said, "Should I take my computer? Will we work together tomorrow?" He knew the ice was thin where he stood. I secretly awarded him an 'A' for sensitivity.

"No, leave things set up in the living room. I'll see you about 8:30 or 9:00. The sitter will be here to take care of Jonathan while we work." I felt that I should clarify the landscape so there were no disappointments the next day. At that moment I wasn't sure where I stood either. I needed reflection time.

We kissed again, and then Matt left to go home.

I poured myself another liqueur and went out and sat on the front porch of my small home. At this hour of the night things were pretty quiet in the neighborhood, and I could think. I sipped the rich liquid and thought about the past year: quitting work, getting pregnant, loving Jonathan, losing and searching for my husband, giving up, grieving, more grieving, a partial return to sanity as the old feelings of desire came back to me, and now Matt – the nice guy that had been there all along.

Did I love Matt? My heart beat fast at the thought, and my body trembled. I even felt my vaginal muscles contract in memory of our evening, squeezing some of my retained fluid onto my outer lips. Yes! Matt reached every pore and cell in my body. I sat and held my knees to my chest, aware that I was exposing my pussy to the front yard and street, should anyone pass by. Although it was dark, I loved the feeling of being an exhibitionist, of being temporarily sated sexually, and of feeling loved by Matt. I rubbed my fingers in my sexual emissions and brought them to my nostrils; we smelled wonderful.

I did feel guilty. I was married – to Jonathan – not the baby, but my husband. But he'd disappeared. He and his airplane had vanished into thin air somewhere out over the Caribbean Sea. I went through the thoughts I'd had so often since he left: was his disappearance permanent, might he show up tomorrow, would he call, how long should I wait, would I ever fall in love again? Question after question. And that night, at least, I knew I'd fall in love again.

*

Baby Jonathan usually woke, ate breakfast and played a little, and then took a morning nap. I called the babysitter and asked her not to come until lunchtime.

Jonathan was back in his crib when Matt arrived – a little early, but the baby seemed to settle down for a morning nap without complaining.

Matt came into the house a little tentative and resigned to work through the day, as we'd done so often before. This time, however, as he came in I stood nude before him – sparkling clean and smelling of lilac. 

I held my arms up to him and said, "Matthew, I love you. Now, please make love to me again."

He smiled, and soon we were again joined in coitus in my bed.

We worked in the afternoon until I had to take over from the sitter and play mother. Matt and I made love all evening long again. Lest we discover things about each other we didn't like after we were deeper in the relationship, we lay in bed and talked after round one of our lovemaking. I confessed my love affair with my vibrator, and what I thought was a near-nymphomaniac attraction for nearly anything sexual. I explained how Jonathan and I had just started to move into an arena where we wanted to experiment more with things sexual. I told Matt how I'd sat outside after he'd left the night before, scantily clad and exposing my pussy to the night air; I speculated that had someone walked by and even if it had been lighter, I probably wouldn't have changed my position on the porch chair. 

Matt confessed his strong sexual drive including an attraction to masturbation, adult pornography, and sexy stories. He said he'd love to abet my exhibitionist desires, commenting that he thought he could be really creative about where I might safely expose myself. He told me he'd be happy to join me, fucking me in public – a concept that made my fluids gush with excitement and anticipation. He told me he relished the thought that I was oversexed and wanted to experiment. He said I was his wildest and wettest dream come true.

Then we fucked again, this time making up scenarios about where we'd make love and who might watch us or even be with us. In one, Matt brought another man into our coupling, having the two of them fuck me in every conceivable way. My vibrator became the 'other man.' Matt was hard and long and satisfying. I came over and over again, and I fell more deeply in love with Matt – and in lust with Matt. He stayed over that night.

He stayed over the next night too, and the night after that, and the night after that. At my urging, he soon moved in with us. 

Matt was the kind of person everyone loved: neighbors, friends, my parents, and even Jonathan's parents when they found out I'd fallen in love with their son's former buddy and business partner. They too had moved on, and they so appreciated our including them in our family. After all, they were the baby's grandparents and I did love them too.

Our business succeeded and grew. I worried incessantly when Matt went on the road to sign up new clients. His flights were with commercial air carriers, and at least that took the edge off my fears. Nonetheless, I always breathed easier when he was home with us.

Matt and I fed each other's fantasies: by that, I mean we shared all our fantasies and sexual imaginings with each other, and then tried to make some of them happen. We'd occasionally go out and allow ourselves to be seen fucking in the car or in some parking lot. We had a favorite cocktail lounge we'd go to when we went out to dinner; I'd end the evening by flashing the waiter or some tired businessman. Well rehearsed, these situations always looked so natural and spontaneous. The exhibitionism really turned me on. 

Matt took me on the hood of the car one night while two other couples watched. He fingered me to orgasm in a XXX theater as we watched pornography. He made videos of us making love and then edited them into one hell of an amateur porn film. We made love in every room in the house, and then in every corner of the yard. He fucked me on the front porch one evening, even when a couple of cars drove by. We were keyed up, and playing out our sexuality. We were so evenly matched I couldn't believe it.

The baby grew, and then so did I. I got pregnant again. We planned it. As Jonathan turned three, Beth arrived. She was our love child, born of the love and care Matthew and I had for each other. In every way except marriage, we were a family.

A year later, I got a surprise call one afternoon from David Crowley, the family lawyer. He told me the court had again reviewed our petition for death certificate, and had said they would rule on it before the end of the year. He sounded optimistic.

I told Matt, and he hugged me to him with unusual ferocity, and then bolted from the room.

Oddly enough, for the years we'd spent together we'd never talked about marriage or what life after the court decision would be. It had always hung out there as something that might happen some day, but we didn't look beyond it, at least in so far as our own status was concerned.

Matt disappeared into our bedroom, and came back a moment later. He kneeled in front of me and held my hand. "Allison, will you marry me? Will you be my wife as well as the mother of our children?" He presented me with a rather large diamond engagement ring.

I pulled him up and hugged him. The four-year old and eighteen-month old toddlers looked on with great interest at what Mommy and Daddy were doing, although we had been affectionate in front of them frequently before. This time, however, Mommy was screaming, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

I'd taken to not wearing any wedding jewelry since Jonathan's disappearance. Now, I proudly sported 'The Rock' from Matt. We were engaged. Of course, we already lived together, but that was beside the point.

The court awarded Jonathan's death certificate almost six years after our original petition. 

Matt and I wed a month later. We had an informal wedding but a large assembly of relatives – three sets: Matthew's, Jonathan's, and mine. We even had several readings that Jon's brother; Matt and I did commemorating Jon's life and friendship. Then we wed, our son, Jonathan, served as a ring bearer as well as escort for his nearly two-year-old sister. The kids provided some comic relief to an otherwise serious ceremony of life, love, and moving on.

Our life did move on. I finally collected the insurance money we were owed on Jonathan's death. We also got an offer to buy our websites from one of the largest travel agencies in the world, and we took it. There were few strings. It was basically a 'take the cash and run' deal. They'd take over managing the sites and our clients. Suddenly, we were rich beyond our wildest imaginations.

We talked about what we'd like to do next now that we were suddenly out of the Internet business. Of course, that was what we knew best. We both had worried that things were getting over-hyped and that the prices some of the Internet companies were fetching as they were acquired were out of line with their true worth – ours included, but we did take the money.

The 'dot-com bust' came only months later in 2000, but by then we were in cash. By year's end, we stepped in near the bottom of the market and nurtured a couple of companies we thought should survive, and they did, complicated a year later by the '9-11' terrorist attacks. Overall, we made even more money.

Matt and I leased office space and started an Internet incubator for local entrepreneurs we thought had good ideas that needed some support to get off the ground. Our daytime activities were spent coaching and even providing some technical support. Increasingly, though we looked for investors or additional support for these burgeoning efforts. We liked playing venture capitalists as well as mentors to the small startups.

We moved the family to a much larger home on a large lake in a suburb outside Boston. We were the stereotypical upwardly mobile American family ... at least until one summer day a year after our wedding.

Matt and I were home alone. The kids were staying with my parents about a half an hour away. We'd just finished dinner, when the doorbell rang – an unusual occurrence in our life. No one ever came to the door in our neighborhood; New Englanders always called ahead.

I answered the door, and there stood Jonathan – my Jonathan, my husband, my former husband. "Oh, my God. Oh, my God ..."

I fainted.

To be continued



Memories and Possibilities Ch. 02



Recap: On a business trip in his own plane down the Caribbean chain, Jonathan disappeared, leaving a wife, pregnant Allison, behind. Jon's business partner Matt and Allison slowly develop a loving relationship, conceive their own child, and, after Jon is declared legally dead six years after his disappearance, Allison and Matt marry. Then, a year or so later, Jon unexpectedly shows up at Matt and Allison's front door.

*

Matt and I were home alone. The kids were staying with my parents about a half an hour away. We'd just finished dinner, when the doorbell rang – an unusual occurrence in our life. No one ever came to the door in our neighborhood; New Englanders always called ahead.

I answered the door, and there stood Jonathan – my Jonathan, my husband, my former husband. "Oh, my God. Oh, my God ..."

I fainted.

*

Both Matt and Jonathan were hovering over me when I came to, and I was lying on the sofa. Matt helped me sit up.

I looked at Jonathan and sobbed. I broke into hysterics. I felt so wildly conflicted inside. He was alive, he was my husband, he was dead, he was really alive, he wasn't my husband anymore, I loved Matt, and I loved Jonathan. My brain was a mess of emotions and wild feelings. I kept crying. My feelings ran wild. I couldn't stop. Both men kneeled next to me trying to comfort me and stop my uncontrollable weeping. In the two seconds it took me to process that Jon was at the door I'd become an emotional wreck.

Through my sobs, I blurted out, "How? What happened? Where ...?"

Jonathan held my hands tightly. He spoke as much to Matt as to me: "I crashed on a small island near St. Kitts. I hit my head very hard and destroyed the plane; I was really torn up. The plane burned, but I pulled myself away from it to the nearby beach. A fisherman named Daws and his wife from St. Christopher's found me and took me home to patch up. They were simple people, and seemed to care more that I'd survived than anything about the crash. I'd lost my memory and all my ID."

Matt said, "But that was over seven years ago." 

Jonathan nodded. My crying slowed as he talked. It really was Jonathan; I fumbled for his hand and held it tightly clutched to my chest. "I'd broken lots of bones. Some of them still aren't right. I'd also lost a lot of blood. Daws, the fisherman, and his wife stopped the bleeding and put splints on my legs and one arm. It took me months before I could walk or even feed myself. They kept asking who I was and what I remembered. I remembered nothing. For a while I was like a pretty dumb ten-year old." He paused and looked at me, "Oh, Babe. I'm so sorry for what I put you through. I can imagine what that time was like for you."

I held out my arms although I was still crying, and Jonathan came into them and held me. My sobs abated even further. 

Jonathan continued as I looked up into his face. His complexion was ruddy now – tanned and tight. He had a long-healed scar barely visible along one cheek. I could feel the muscles of his arms and chest through his off white shirt. "As I healed and could move around, I helped Daws repair his nets, and then I worked on his boat. I had to repay the nursing they'd given me. I became a fisherman. All the time I kept trying to remember, but there was nothing there."

Suddenly, I stood and hugged Jonathan to me with all my might. My initial shock at his sudden appearance after having been missing all these years was replaced my total joy and happiness that he was alive. Over his shoulder, I could see Matt beaming at us. 

I leaned up and kissed Jonathan. He kissed back, and then grinned down at me. Through my sniffles, I asked with renewed curiosity, "What about the other six years?"

He smiled. "At first I knew nothing. I barely had any skills. They showed me how to do the nets and that became my life for the first part of my healing. Little by little, month-by-month, some things came back to me – skills and ability to do things, and then I started to get flashes of memory of growing up – school, parents, friends, and even you two. I couldn't put names to anything or anybody; I didn't know where I was from. One of Daws friends told me I must be from the British Virgins because I talked funny. Turns out I talked funny because I'd broken my jaw, and it didn't set right. It distorted my speech."

Jonathan went on talking about his agonizingly slow recovery. As I listened I became aware again of the magnetism I felt for this man – my husband or exhusband. He had a smell I remembered – a scent that turned me on. I flushed and probably blushed at the sexual thought that raced through my addled brain. I tried to puzzle through what his status was now that he'd returned from the dead. Briefly I panicked that I'd rushed his death certificate, but then I recalled that we were past the seven-year window anyway. 

Matt asked, "When did you realize who you were? How'd you find us – find your way back home?"

Jonathan explained, "About three years ago Daws died of old age. I moved his wife in with their daughter on another island and decided to stay there – St. Kitts. It was more populated. A friend took me to a real doctor for the first time in years to see about my limp, my crooked bones and things. He started to work on me – to make me whole. Some of it was painful, but he straightened things, repaired my jaw, and fixed me up physically. He also brought in a psychiatrist to see about finding my memory. Every few weeks we'd explore the mental world in my brain, the few things I could remember, and started to build a profile of whom I'd been."

"So you found yourself?" I asked.

"Not right away," Jonathan explained. "It was a slow process. I had what they call post-traumatic retrograde amnesia. Some people never recover from it. In other than flashes, your first name came up about two years ago, but it took another year before I even could remember my own first name. Even then, I wasn't sure about anything. There was still so much I couldn't remember – details – so I didn't do anything right away."

"Over the next year, the psychiatrist coaxed from me my involvement with the Internet and I remembered I'd had a business ... then I remembered more about Matt and flying. He had me start to search for you and for my previous life on the Internet about that time. Some of what I remember now, I think is really from what I discovered on the Net over the past year or so. Memories did return, however. I kept healing. Finally, the docs told me to come and see you. I'm still healing; I'm still trying to remember things."

"Oh, Jonathan," I exclaimed I threw myself into his arms again. 

Matt and I became interviewers of our old friend, feeding Jonathan details and facts about our past together as well as asking a thousand questions. Eventually, Jonathan yawned. 

Jon listened with excitement as I told him about his son. He said he'd remembered I'd been pregnant, but wasn't sure if that was a valid memory. He was glad that Matt and I had a child and married. 

"Jon, can you stay with us? Can you stay here? Where's your luggage?"

He laughed and apologized; "I'm sorry for keeping you guys up so late. My luggage is probably still on the doorstep. I hadn't thought much of what I would do besides seeing you and trying to explain my disappearance to you. You were my first stop." He looked right at me, his eyes soft and yielding.

We coaxed him to stay. Matt helped him bring in his luggage, and we got him situated in the guest room. We all turned in.

I lay in bed next to Matt thinking about the chaos of the past couple of hours that Jonathan had been with us, the torment he had gone through to find himself, and the physical pain to crash and go through recovery only to have much of it redone a couple of years later to make it all right. Tears rolled down my cheek.

"You all right?" Matt asked in the near darkness of our bedroom.

I rolled into his arms. "I just can't believe it. I can't believe Jonathan is alive – is back here. This all seems like a dream of some kind."

"You thought it was a bad dream when he disappeared. This is the good dream; he's back." He hugged me, and we kissed.

He asked, "All those old feelings came back didn't they? The love? The yearning for him?"

I nodded into his shoulder.

"Then why don't you go to him – now. Part of this is about you, not just Jon. You need closure around this too. He is your husband too. Go and be a wife ... he's missed you all these years."

I pulled away in the dim light and studied Matt's face. The shadows revealed a loving expression on his face.

I just whispered, "Thank you," as I slipped from the bed.

Moments later, I slipped into the guest room. Jonathan was already in bed. He started, "Who's there? Is everything all right?"

"Everything is better than all right. You're here. You're home."

I lifted the sheet and slid into bed next to him. He was nude, a fact that made me remember that even when we were married he often slept this way. Jonathan opened his arms to me, and I rolled against him, our lips coming together.

"Oh God, I've missed you," He whispered. "Part of the time I knew there was a 'you' out there – a you that I loved and had left somewhere." Now Jon cried.

"And I've missed you. There hasn't been a day that I didn't think about you. I think in my heart I knew you must be alive somewhere. I'm so sorry I didn't wait."

"Matt is a good man. I couldn't wish better for you. I'm glad you married and had a child with him. You shouldn't be here with me; you should be with him. Go now."

I leaned in and kissed Jon. "No, I'm here for the night – per Matt's instructions. I'm to perform my wifely duties with you." As I said that I reached for Jon's groin, finding and fondling his penis. I could feel the shaft filling and tightening to my touch. Jon's breath changed rapidly.

We kissed more passionately, and the old feelings and emotions that Jon and I shared repeatedly in our growing up, our courtship and our marriage returned. My lover and confidant had returned, – and now I even had two of them.

Jon's lips found my breasts; he suckled them, bringing the nipples to a rigid state of arousal. One hand cupped a breast as he sucked on the other, his tongue dancing rings around the tip and his breath hot on the dampness he'd created.

I stroked his rod, my hand again getting used to the girth and length of his shaft, praying that it would be in me soon – bringing me on a new journey of love and appreciation for this man. 

Jon's fingers found my slit. He moved tentatively at first, stroking the slit as my juices poured forth as a welcome to the attention. Then his mouth was on me, his tongue and then his fingers invading my vagina as my emotions soared to where only eagles fly. I moaned, and we communicated only by our groans and noises with each other. 

My back finally arched as I came, again flooding the two of us with my juices as they flowed from my body. Jonathan lapped ferociously at my entire nether region not to clean me, but to savor each droplet of my emissions. I moved to accommodate his wishes.

"Jonathan," I whispered, "Make love to me. Fuck me. Take me. Have me any way you want."

He moved over me and before I could give further invitation, his long cock sank into me. 

I came. I was like a virgin again, being deflowered once again by the man I loved and had loved for all these years. I soared again to that place where orgasm after orgasm rocked my world.

We fucked for a long time, and then Jonathan came deep inside me. My legs and arms were wrapped around him, holding him to me lest he escape and disappear again. But no, this was deeply physical and emotional; this was real.

We lay there in the dim shadows from the bathroom night-light. Jon held me in his arms and whispered words of love to me as we came down from our galactic heights.

Jonathan said, "I don't know how I can ever repay Matt for sharing you with me. I hope I haven't upset your marriage or happiness with him."

I nodded to acknowledge the comment, wondering the same thing. Had my moment of appreciation, love and closure with my first husband done some damage to my newer marriage? How had I let this happen? Was I so driven by my sexual urges that I did a dumb thing by making love with Jon? 

"Go and be sure he's all right," Jonathan urged. "I can't reverse the past hour, but if there's trouble we should face it. He's my closest friend, and I don't want him to be hurt in any way by my transgressions."

A cheery male voice sounded from the doorway: "He's not hurt. If anything, he's turned on by watching his wife and you make love."

"Oh, Matt. Come here." I held my arms out to him, and he came to my side of the bed. He was naked, his cock full and swinging as he walked to me.

Matt said softly to the two of us, "You needn't worry about my being upset. I knew what I was doing when I sent Allison in here. I could see the passion in both your eyes downstairs. Besides, we've had a passionate and a sometimes-kinky sex life, as I learned the two of you did. We've often talked or role-played having a third man in our lovemaking. Sharing her with you is just an extension of the eroticism we bring to each other in our relationship."

As Matt sat beside me, my hand automatically found his shaft and started to stroke him. It was second nature to me – to the two of us. Jonathan watched with fascination; however, my other hand found his cock and started to stroke that beast as well.

Matt said, "May I borrow my wife back for a few moments to make love to her. With two of us, she'll be the most loved woman in the state."

Jonathan asked with a touch of concern, "You want me to leave?"

Before Matt could answer, I pulled Jon to me and kissed him passionately. My hand more energetically pumped his rod, now recovering from our first lovemaking session. "No. Stay and watch. Then you do me again, and then Matt will do me again." I spoke the words with authority; they were decisive and there was to be no argument.

I pushed Matt back on the bed and mounted him, sinking my flooded pussy down on his shaft. I was well lubricated with Jon's cum, and it oozed from around my union with Matt, but he didn't seem to mind. We started to grind into each other.

I leaned down and inhaled Jonathan's cock into my mouth. Matt watched me such on Jon's cock and pumped harder into my body with his shaft. I did everything I could think of to Jon's stick: licking, lapping, and making obscene noises as I blew him.

Then I opted for dirty talk. "I love the feeling of a cock back in my cum-filled pussy. Can you feel how squishy I am – I'm full of cum. I love fucking – making love – both. I love this cock in my hand as another fills my cunt. Pump hard. Cum in me. Leave lots of cum in me – on me. I'm everyone's slut tonight. You can both have me as often as you want – in any position you want – any way you want. I just want lots of cock inside me, thrusting hard into me, filling me with all you can give me."

I came. Matt came too. I'd talked myself into an orgasm – a cum-slut loving orgasm. Matt's shots of cum were strong, the strongest I'd felt in months as he ejaculated into me. I fell on his chest and showered him with kisses. Beside us on the bed, Jonathan lay and stroked his rod.

I rolled off Matt so I was between the two men. A large dollop of cum exited my cunt and dropped on Matt's abdomen. I realized it was the combined fluids of my two lovers – my two husbands. I leaned down and lapped the creamy liquid into my mouth. It tasted like a love potion – a brew made just for me.

"Do her," I heard Matt say to Jonathan. "Make love to her again."

Jonathan again approached me missionary style, and drove into me, although this time he kneeled above me so that we could all watch his cock slowly going into my pussy – and Matt and I most certainly watched. It was lovely. I held Matt's cock, feeling the pole harden as Jon commenced stroke after stroke into me.

I gestured to Matt to move, and soon he kneeled beside me so I could suck on his cock, bringing him oral pleasures as well. As I sucked, I felt Jon drive into me all the harder. This might be a one-night event, but I would remember this forever. The night I got taken by two men – by two husbands. I was the wife – the slut wife for my men. I threw myself at both of them, my body writhing beneath the fucking Jon gave me and my tongue and mouth wild with passion to give to Matt. 

Occasionally, I would pull away and talk to one or both men. "I love the taste of this cock I've been sucking on. I can feel all sorts of cum and cunt juice on it – my kind of cock-tail. Did I say 'cock'? Why, I love cock. All kinds of cock, like the one thrusting into my cunt right now. It's long and hard, and it goes deep in me. Soon it's going to cum all over me again. I'll be full of cum, and I'll love it. Cum. Both of you, cum – now!"

Matt spurted wildly towards my face, where I was directing his cock. His cum ran across my face, mouth, neck, and then down to my breasts. He came in volumes I'd never seen before. I lapped at the slippery white covered head as Jon watched and thrust all the harder into me. The scene must have been too erotic for Jon, for he fired even more of his juice into my velvet tunnel. I could feel his surges as I pulled him to me.

Despite my cum covered face, Jon leaned in and kissed me. Matt was right there too. The two men I loved bathed me in love, kisses, and the juices from our session. I felt two strong masculine hands rubbing the fluids all over my body. My eyes were closed in the ecstasy of the moment.

*

When I awoke, I was wrapped in Jonathan's arms. He was asleep with my head cradled in the crook of his arm. Matt was gone. For a moment I had to rethink where I was, and that Jonathan was really alive. I remembered the night before. Had it been a dream? I was sticky in places and elsewhere covered in dried cum. Did it happen as I remembered it? Oh God, what pleasure the night had been and what love I felt from my two husbands. I smiled when I realized that I was still horny; I certainly was a sexual being.

I started to slip from the bed, but Jonathan reached out and pulled me to him. We kissed, and I could taste my pussy juice on Jon's lips. "We're pretty ripe," I suggested. We kissed a little without getting too passionate.

He finally said between kisses, "Yeah, I could be talked into a shower." He looked around and asked, "Where's Matt?"

Before I could answer Matt came in the bedroom door carrying a tray with three cups of coffee on it. He was wearing his boxers.

Matt smiled at the two of us and said, "First course. I figured I'd wake us all up with some joe. I thought we could all go out to breakfast if you're up for it ... so to speak." He chuckled at his own humor. The tent in the sheet as Jonathan sat up clearly showed he was 'up' for something else. Nonetheless, we both reached for our cups.

We sat in silence for a minute on the edge of the bed. As we sipped our coffee in silence, my hand nearest Jonathan wormed its way under the sheet until I grasped his hardening penis. I wondered how we each viewed the 800-pound gorilla in the room – the fact that both guys had made love to me last night, and in a combined effort I thought as I smiled to myself. Just the thought again made me flush with sexual heat all over again. I thought further how I could be easily persuaded to skip breakfast in favor of another lovemaking session. I started to masturbate Jon beneath the sheet – very small up and down strokes.

As we sat I dropped the part of the sheet I'd held to my breasts, allowing both men to view me openly. I adjusted position and soon just sat naked on the edge of the bed, my moist pussy winking at Matt and Jon. I feigned innocence and total attention on my coffee, except now the hand that massaged Jon's dick was openly visible to Matt.




Memories and Possibilities Ch. 02



Jonathan reached over and stroked my thigh, running his hand from my knee up my leg to within a half-inch of my revealed slit. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, the caress felt so grand, especially coming from someone I'd loved so dearly and then thought I'd given up to the blackness of the Caribbean Sea. He did it again and again. The heat rose within me, and my fluids started to flow.

Soon, his caress was joined by another hand. Matt's hand slid up my left thigh, also stopping just short of my exposed pussy. He leaned in and kissed my lips as my head tilted back. "I love you," He whispered in my ear; "I love that you can so openly love the two men that love you. I don't want this to stop – this threesome. I was so turned on watching you and Jon last night, and then having him watch us." He took the cup of coffee from my hands and set it on the bedside table.

Jon smiled at the two of us and said, "You know, I think we're going to do it again right now."

As he spoke, two of his fingers penetrated my vagina. I thought, 'Oh, I am so ready for this. I don't care who it is that goes first; I am so sexed up by these two men. I may never return to normal – whatever that means.' I wanted 'normal' to mean these two men in my life – fucking me for all they were worth every hour of every day.

Matt's tongue found my clitoris as Jon's fingers sawed slowly in and out of me, teasing by G-spot. I opened my legs in total surrender to my two lovers. Someone sucked on my breasts. This was all I'd ever hoped for in terms of sexual fulfillment. I opened my eyes to see Matt sucking on the two fingers from my cunt when Jon offered them to him. Matt returned the favor, and soon Jon sucked on the nectar from my pussy as Matt pushed his tongue into my mouth in a gesture of pure passion. I moved into a heavenly state rather quickly. I'd adopted a few new religions, including devout hedonism and nymphoism.

Matt quickly lost his boxers and pushed me back on the bed. He again buried his shank in me at the same instant he leaned forward and drove his tongue into my mouth. My body clenched all over in a mini-climax from the sensations he brought. Matt started stroking into me with long, sensual thrusts. Jon's mouth was on my breasts again, his whiskers triggering a memory of lovemaking sessions years earlier. I still held Jon's phallus in my hand.

Matt leaned back from our kiss, and after moving slightly Jon's shank was right beside my face. I nibbled up and down the shaft as though it were an ear of corn. My mouth and tongue paid special attention each time I came to the bulbous end. Finally, I thrust my head forward so most of him was in my mouth and throat. He groaned with pleasure. We'd done this before too, and I'd certainly become more adept at the practice with Matt.

After a moment Jon pulled away with some reluctance and lay down beside us. Matt motioned for me to straddle Jon, and as he exited my moist chamber, I swung a leg over Jon, reached down, and positioned him at the entrance to my nest. Jon thrust up into me, driving his rod about four inches into me and lifting my whole body off the bed. Now I moaned.

I bent down to kiss Jonathan – my tongue exploring his mouth. As I did, I could feel one of Matt's fingers at my ass. He had the lubricant from beside our bed, and applied a liberal dose of it to my rear. His finger penetrated, and then seconds later, I felt the head of his steel shaft at my 'back door.' He slowly worked his cock into me.

The feeling of being loved by two men simultaneously is indescribable. Every part of me was a sexual animal. Every shred of modesty was gone. I was a fuck machine – a love machine. All I wanted was cock buried in my mouth, my ass, my cunt - anywhere. If more men had been in the room, I would have taken them all on.

I moaned and spoke, "Oh you guys don't know what pleasure your giving this lady. Actually I'm your lady slut – you can keep fucking me all day long, all week long, ... hell, all year long. I never want this to stop." I moaned when the two cocks jammed together deep in me, triggering even deeper hedonistic urges. Another small orgasm rippled through my body.

Matt said in a throaty voice, "You look like you're enjoying this; I know I am – two of us fucking you simultaneously. Do you like this?"

I shook my head in wild agreement with his statement. I could feel yet another orgasm building.

Jon leaned up towards my chest and alternately sucked on each breast, bringing the nipple to rigid attention. As he bit gently on each nip, I could feel the flood of girl-juice surround the two cocks in my nether region.

The men pumped for another minute, and then they stopped. I bleated out a "No, please don't stop," but my plea was temporarily ignored.

Matt turned me and then lifted me up onto his body as he lay on his back – my back was to his front. His cock sank into my ass easily this time. Both men were about the same size. Jon now stood and came between my legs. He thrust into me and started wild pumping and strumming of my clit with his thumb. I went into orbit. Another climax rippled through my body.

Both men sped up, feeling the pace of each other as well as the pace I was urging both of them to adopt with my hand signals and my own body thrusts. I couldn't get enough of them. "More. More," I told them. "Fuck me all over. I love this. You're sending me into orbit."

"I'm cumming," Matt announced.

"Me too," Jonathan replied.

As I started to crest I screamed, "Cum in me – all my holes. Give it to me." And they did. The three of us came within thirty seconds of each other, probably each orgasm triggering the next. I had one long and enduring climax of many seconds, aided my Jon's pinching and biting of my breasts. I could feel the jets of jizz washing the interiors of vagina and ass. The feelings and the experience of the past few hours were indescribable; I'd remember these hours forever.

There were three very satisfied people that morning.

*

We made it downtown to have brunch after we'd all showered and cleaned up. I carried a rosy 'just fucked' memory, walked slightly bowlegged, and surprised myself by how ready I was to do it all again. I caught myself making gaga eyes at both men. I even whispered little come-ons to each of them occasionally: "Want to go fuck again? I'm ready. I loved you cock in my mouth. Want me to slip under the table and give you a little blowjob? Want to stick your fingers in my cunt – it feels so empty." As we ended brunch I had to keep reminding myself that we had some other people to see, and so I reluctantly suppressed my sexual urges. I guessed that a close study of me by someone would tip them off to my sexually aroused state.

Matt and I drove Jonathan to his parent's house. Jon's mother nearly fainted, and his father was rendered speechless for nearly an hour – not an easy feat. Jon recounted his story to them. As their astonishment passed, they started to insist that he stay with them. Matt quite firmly announced that Jon would be using our guest room for as long as he wanted, and that this was a joint decision by all of us. We all nodded, and if their thoughts were like mine, the promise of further sexual romps for the three of us flashed through our minds.

After a visit of a couple of hours and promises to return the next day for a longer visit, we went to my parent's home on the other side of town. They too were speechless. Jon met his son and namesake for the first time. Little Jon, as we quickly started to call him, was puzzled by the attention and honor being accorded his new and additional 'father.' Big Jon had tears in his eyes. Beth, the daughter by Matt and me, quickly decided she liked having multiple fathers, especially when they both started to respond to her use of the term 'daddy.' She dubbed them Daddy One and Daddy Two.

As we returned home with the kids, Jon suggested a stop at a school playground. He said he still had some stuff to talk about and that locale would be a good place to talk. The way he put it piqued my curiosity and put me on edge that something was amiss.

We got the kids racing around in a small, enclosed playground, and then Matt, Jon, and I went and sat at a nearby picnic table where we could keep any eye on them.

Jon took a deep breath and began: "There's another part of my life I need to share with you – from the past few years. I didn't mean to hide it yesterday, but ... well, other events disrupted my thinking." He paused and blurted out, "I'm married."

To be continued



Memories and Possibilities Ch. 03



Recap: On a business trip in his own plane down the Caribbean chain, Jonathan disappeared, leaving a wife, pregnant Allison, behind. Jon's business partner Matt and Allison slowly develop a loving relationship, conceive their own child, and, after Jon is declared legally dead six years after his disappearance, Allison and Matt marry. A year or so later, Jon shows up very much alive. A torrid reunion occurs between Allison and Jon with Matt's blessing, and then his participation. After that initial night of passion, Jon reveals he too has wed someone else.

*

Jon took a deep breath and began: "There's another part of my life I need to share with you – from the past few years. I didn't mean to hide it yesterday, but ... well, other events and our reunion disrupted my thinking." He paused and blurted out, "I'm married."

The statement hung on the air for at least a full minute as both Matt, and I digested the implications of what Jon had said. He was gracious enough to allow that thought process to mature.

I finally said with some enthusiasm, "Tell us about her. Where is she?"

Jon said, "You'll laugh. She's my psychiatrist's daughter; her name is Molly. We live outside a town called Basseterre – it's the capital of St. Kitts and Nevis ... with our two-year-old daughter Coral. I didn't ... I just didn't know how to tell you earlier. I was scared you'd reject me out of hand."

"Wow!" I breathed. I still studied Jon with fascination and love. Nothing he could say, even loving another woman and having a child by her, would change my love for him. In a way I was shocked, yet I felt joy that he'd found love and a life of some kind despite his amnesia.

Jon went on, "Molly is also a psychiatrist. Molly and her father teach at the medical university on the island. They also teach at some of the other universities in the Caribbean chain. Oddly enough Molly's specialty is the treatment of amnesia, so you can see how we met." 

Jon paused and redirected his thought back to our situation, "Now I'm not even sure if the marriage is legal ... I mean I'm still sort of married to you ... maybe. And then I'm not sure of Molly's status when we come to the U.S., particularly since I was declared dead. Is she my wife or are you? Do I have two wives; am I a bigamist? Do I have to get a court to declare me 'alive' again – or get a new birth certificate?"

"Does she even want to come here?" Matt asked.

"We should pay back the insurance money," I noted quietly.

"Oh yes," Jon said proudly, still focused on Molly. "She studied psychiatry at Tulane – got her MD degree there. She did her internship and residency in Fort Lauderdale, so she's even licensed in Florida – and, of course, where we live."

"What about us?" I asked softly. I reached over and took his hand.

Jon shook his head. "When I left the island Molly told me to go back and ... and to be your husband – if you'd have me. She was or is willing to be the other woman, or to play any role in our lives I want ... or that you'll accept. We didn't know about Matt and you ... or the kids." He gestured to the playground where the children played on a seesaw, Little Jon being solicitous of his younger sister. I could see tears in Big Jon's eyes.

"You love her?" I asked softly. I already knew the answer from the tender way he talked about Molly.

Jon looked at me with a surprised look, "Yes, very much. She's been through a lot with me – as I slowly rediscovered who I'd been. She helped me heal and get back to normal – at least as normal as I am now." He squeezed my hand and added, "And I love you too. I always have ... I just sort of forgot for a while. When the memories started to come back, they came back with all the feelings I ever had for you." He leaned in and kissed me. Matt watched with a smile.

"What did Molly think when you started to remember me? Wasn't she horrified to find out you were married? Suddenly, all the questions started to roll into my head, one right after another." I had to bite my tongue rather than swamp Jon with my sudden awareness of the larger picture and all the implications.

"In a way she was surprised, but by then we were married, and she was pregnant. For a while, we weren't even sure if my memories were accurate – fact or fiction. Molly just accepted what came out of me – there were few judgments and little shock. Around that time, she did most of the hypnosis and brought the memories out from my damaged head. She's a remarkable woman. She's seen the love I feel for you – and for her. She knows it all."

"Why would she tolerate you coming back to me?"

"She said it's the right and loving thing to do," Jon said slowly as he stared at the children. "She's inclusive in her love, plus she knows that I won't abandon her. There's little about our time together she doesn't know about – after I started to remember, things often came flooding back in large blocks, like parts of my brain were suddenly turning back on after having been switched off for so long. She or her dad had me talk through my memories as they came. Initially, my memories were disconnected from each other – like reading random paragraphs in a book; but weeks later I'd connect a bunch of them together and suddenly they'd make some sense. Molly's father said it's like putting a puzzle together and suddenly realizing what part of the picture is about."

"Just how detailed were you – about us?" I asked with a touch of humor.

"Everything. Every detail. The love; the kinky stuff we used to do; our spats; our dating; fun places we made out; being engaged; the wedding and honeymoon; trying for a child; the house; our plans and aspirations; everything."

"That must have been entertaining for her," I said with a slightly sarcastic tone. I thought of how so many women are repulsed by the idea of kinky sex, particularly if one of the participants is their husband and the co-conspirator is not them.

Jon actually laughed. "It was. She's into some of the kinky stuff too – as we were, plus some of what we did around here turns out to pass for normal down on the islands – like nude bathing, wearing nothing under a summer frock, or making love on the beach with others around. Allison, I'm still a lusty guy – that part of me didn't get injured. She likes that in me; she's that way too. Believe it or not, we never had a bad or awkward moment of any of this."

I raised my eyebrows and winked at Matt. I said, "Let's go!"

We were all quiet for a few moments. Matt said pensively, "What none of us has right now is a vision of the future. There are so many options, and I bet you haven't even thought about all of them."

*

A week later, Jon ran across the tarmac at the small airport on St. Kitts and pulled Molly into his arms. I recognized her from snapshots Jon had showed us. He also lavished some kisses on two-year-old Coral in Molly's arms. Matt and I purposefully lagged behind so he could have an intimate moment with his wife – well, one of his wives.

Molly passed the toddler off to Jon and welcomed Matt and me with open arms as we walked up to them. Her hug and kiss were more than perfunctory, particularly with me. She studied me carefully at arm's length afterwards – we both did. We looked closely at each other, both of us smiling as though we were meeting a long lost friend.

There were some obvious similarities between Molly and me. We were both about the same height, both slender and athletically inclined, both generously endowed with breasts, and both brunettes. Our eyes sparkled with the excitement of the moment. Molly sported a deep Caribbean tan from the constant exposure to the sun in this clime. I'd retained a little of the tan from a recent vacation. In some ways, I thought I was looking at a long-lost sister. There was an instantaneous connection at a deep level between us.

Molly then greeted Matt with a similar strong hug and kiss. "I feel I know so much about you, Matt," She said. "I'm so glad you've actually come to visit – to see us here on the islands. I can't wait for us to talk and learn more about each other."

Finally, she latched onto my arm and Matt's and led the two of us back to the terminal to get our luggage. We loaded the luggage in Molly's open Jeep, and she drove the five of us over narrow pockmarked macadam roads to their home, Matt and I in the back seat on either side of Coral's kiddie seat. 

Home was a sprawling single story ranch house on a low bluff that overlooked the Caribbean Sea. A core had obviously started the structure, and then wing after wing after extension had been added to extend the building. A large pool and expansive patio graced the back yard, along with lush landscaping. One could easily forget that anyone else lived on the island, let alone in the rest of the world. Jon explained that they had a twenty-acre plot on a narrow peninsula with a thousand feet of shorefront.

Molly gave us a tour of the house while Jonathan settled our luggage in a guest room. We learned that Molly's father and mother had bought the core of the house decades earlier and then gradually added to the building as family need changed over the years. He gratefully turned the place over to his daughter after he became a widow. He was now trying to retire from his teaching duties at the local university. He lived in a condominium adjacent to the medical college on the island. She laughed and said, "That's his excuse for moving in with a gorgeous medical professor just a few year younger than he is. The two of them are like newly weds, although they've been living together for six years now." She added, "You'll meet them tomorrow when we drop off Coral for the weekend."

Jonathan joined the three of for the house tour holding Coral in his arms. She seemed glad to see her father again. He suggested, "Let's take a swim and sit on the patio. I always get some psychic strength looking out at this view." We were all exalted with the view: Nevis island about three or four miles off to the right, a semicircular cove of white sand called Banana Bay spread out a hundred yards below the pool deck, and there wasn't a soul in sight except for a lone sloop sailing between the two islands. I inhaled the beauty of the place as we went to open our suitcases and get our bathing suits.

When I came back out to the pool, Molly and Coral were splashing around at the shallow end. Coral had on water wings on each arm, but swam all on her own. Molly was topless. She gave me a big smile and beckoned me into the pool. I immediately undid the bra to my bikini and tossed it on a chair before I joined her. The afternoon sun felt delightful after the flights to the island.

Molly said, "When no one's around, we're usually sans clothes around here. As Coral gets older we'll have to modify that philosophy a bit, but right now its so refreshing. We can even walk the beach in the nude. No one cares. In fact, if you meet anybody – a rare event out here – they'll probably be that way too."

"This is my preference," I acknowledged. "I feel more than unfettered this way though; it also gives me sexual feelings – erotic feelings." I paused and added with a blush, "I've never admitted that to anyone."

Molly laughed and said, "Me too. We've made love out here a lot – all different times of the day and night. I think Coral was conceived on that lounger over there." She grinned.

She moved closer, and after a pause asked, "Allison, I don't want there to be any awkwardness between us – you know, being married to same guy and all. I don't know what you guys talked about up there, or what you want the future to be, but I want you to know how sorry I am we've met under these circumstances – I mean, Jon's loss of memory and long recovery and all."

I reached out and touched her shoulder in a caring gesture. "No one's reached any conclusions about the future. We're going with the flow. The logical thing is for Jonathan and you to stay together; Matt and I have already created a family. But then, all the love I felt for Jon came flooding back the moment I opened the door and he was there. I admit ... I love both men."

"Jon loves you too," Molly said. "I could see it in his eyes the moment he turned back to look at you at the airport." She paused and added, "But I also knew that before we encouraged him to go and find you. When we worked on his memories of you, his feelings of love for you came back slowly over time. I welcomed his recovery."

I asked softly, "Did it make you sad? Jealous? I'm so sorry if it did."

Molly said, "No, surprisingly. I actually felt included since I know he loves me too. By extension, I love you ... and Matt. I learned so much about you and Matt from Jon over the past two or three years, I feel as though you've been family all along. Having you here is like a dream come true." Molly moved, and we hugged. It wasn't what a friend of mine calls an 'A-frame' hug. She put her all into it, and our bodies pressed together from hips to shoulders, our breasts pushing against each other. I could feel her nipples press into my own breasts, and a jolt of erotic energy surged through me. She kissed me on the lips, a not unwelcome event although the gesture surprised me.

I whispered, "Thank you. That was nice." We pulled apart, and I floated back away from her in the pool, letting the water splash over my nearly naked body. 

Molly smiled at me and said softly, "I liked the kiss too." I think she blushed.

Some noise on the patio announced the arrival of Jon and Matt. Both dove into the pool near the deep end and swam under water until they reached us. They surfaced, and both kissed me on either cheek. I gave a quick peck back to both of them. Jon moved to Molly and Coral.

Matt said in a teasing tone, "I caught the tail end of something going on between Molly and you: nice hug; nice kiss."

I laughed and deflected the conversation; "I bet you prefer your women dressed this way."

He grinned and said, "You don't hear me complaining do you?" He paused and then wrapped me in a hug too. He said in a not too quiet voice, "Of course, I'm already horny, and I'm going to have to carry you away somewhere and ravage your body."

Jon looked over with an interested expression on his face. Molly too. I passionately kissed Matt on the lips, driving my tongue into his mouth. I said in a jesting voice, "Ravage me whenever you're ready, big guy."

Molly laughed and said, "We'll build a little ravaging time into the late afternoon while Coral takes her nap. There's always tonight too; she goes to bed before sunset."

I ducked under Matt's arm, went underwater and swam away from him towards the deep end. I thought how restrictive a bathing suit felt. Only swimming in the absence of most of it did I realize how it shielded one's body from the luxurious feeling of the water washing over parts of us that society has deemed necessary to hide.

As I surfaced, I realized I wanted to be entirely naked in the water. I removed my bikini briefs and tossed them up on the side.

Matt shot me a questioning look. I could see the lust in his eyes. 

I responded to his look with a coy smile; "I want to swim nude. Even that little bit of clothing felt inhibiting. Plus both you and Jon have seen me in my birthday suit – a lot this past week, and Molly's a girl with all the same parts. It's no big deal." I dove under water again, feeling the eddies of water swirl over my breasts, abdomen, and between my legs. The water fondled my body, adding to the erotic feelings already running through my mind.

As I surfaced, I caught Molly in the act of tossing her bikini briefs up on the deck. She smiled at me and winked. Jonathan looked rather pleased with the turn of events.

We swam for a while, and then Molly and I got out of the pool, and staked out adjacent lounge chairs in the shade of a grove of palm trees. We stretched out next to each other. She took my hand in hers. The men were playing with Coral in the pool; the toddler was laughing with glee as the guys tossed her carefully between them.

Molly spoke softly. "Allison, I hope it's all right with you that I make love with Jon."

The remark jolted me from the reverie of the late afternoon. "Oh, my God. Of course it's all right. Why would you think I had any rights to Jon?" I sat up and faced her to emphasize my point.

Molly said, "Well, you two are still married – if not legally, certainly in spirit. I know you made love this past week. All three of you." She gestured to the two men in the pool. She added with a touch of humor in her voice, "Now, that's something to be jealous of; two guys at once I mean." She looked up at me with her disarming smile; "What was it like? Can I dare ask you that question? Will you share?"

I lay on my side facing her nude body. I was testing myself to see how I responded to such close proximity to her nakedness. I could actually feel myself responding to the sensuality of her body. I spoke slowly; careful of the feelings Molly had for her husband – my husband – our husband. "Molly, when we first made love last week I didn't know he'd married. The thought just didn't even cross my mind. Matt urged me to reconnect with Jon, and I did. Matt was there. All the love I'd felt for Jon came flooding back. That first time gave me closure for all the years he'd been missing. I never wanted it to stop, and I think he felt that way too."

Molly said, "He did. After his memories of you came back, we talked a lot about how he could love two women at the same time. I was learning too. What we discovered is that love isn't a zero sum game. If he loves you, it doesn't necessarily mean that he loves me less. The amount of love he carries doubled because he does love the two of us. How do you feel about Jon and Matt?"

"Oh, Molly, that's so well put. I do feel full of love for both of them just as you said." I paused and caught her eye; I added, "And for you ... if that's allowed. I never had feelings for another woman as I feel about you. Jon talked a lot about you last week; you were a constant topic of discussion. You make the sun rise and set for Jon."

Molly squeezed my hand. She said, "Well, home is where the heart is. Our hearts are all in this triangle, and ..." She looked at Matt as he pulled his muscular form out of the pool. "Our hearts are all in this quadrangle, and we just need to decide what comes next. I have some ideas, but I should warn you they're radical. They're not a secret; I'll tell you later."

Matt went into the kitchen to get all of us some beer. Molly spoke softly to me again; "While we're together, I don't mind at all if Jon again makes love to you – even often. I just want some of his time too."

I blurted out, "Come and join us. We can all be together." I didn't think of the full implications of that statement. For me, the words were a logical extension of the threesomes Jon, Matt, and I had shared in the past week. Adding Molly to our loving mix would be a logical extension to what we'd already been doing.

Molly hesitated but said, "I think I will – we will."

Matt came back and gave each of us a beer. He plopped down on the end of my lounger. I could watch his eyes roam between my face, my breasts, Molly's face and breasts, her pussy, and then my pussy. He repeated the circuit multiple times in ten seconds. He was like a kid in a candy store, only this was eye candy. I smiled inwardly as I watched his bathing suit form a tent where his turgid penis lay.

Jon carried Coral from the pool, quickly drying off the toddler with a towel. He announced to us, "I'll put her down for her nap. I think I might take one too. Molly, care to join me?" We all understood the code Jon had just used. 

Molly grinned and rose from her chaise. She sashayed across the patio with a special swaying of her hips, picked up her bikini bottoms, and followed Jon and Coral into the house.




Memories and Possibilities Ch. 03



Matt grinned at me. I said to him, "We could do it right here, you know? I'm so horny I'd jump your bones anywhere with anybody around right now. Come and make love to me."

Matt flowed into my arms, and we kissed passionately. His tongue darting into my mouth nearly brought me to orgasm, a surprise that made me realize just how 'hot' the underlying conversations with Molly had made me. 

I reached down and pushed his bathing suit from his body. Matt helped and soon was as naked as I was. I went down on his waterlogged phallus, initially able to inhale the entire shaft into my mouth. I could feel him harden as I stroked and sucked on him. He groaned into the hot summery air.

After a few minutes I pulled off and mounted him cowgirl style. His cock slid right into my love tunnel, and I had an immediate orgasm. I'd been hanging on the edge since we'd arrived and that was all it took. I spasmed around his rod, as he began to pump up into me. I realized the hours we'd been with Molly were all foreplay to our lovemaking: Jon and Molly; Matt and I.

I let my breasts hang down on Matt's chest, purposely swinging left and right to stroke his chest with my nipples. They were like large, hard erasers – so sensuous, the feelings they evoked inside me were unbelievably arousing. My pussy clenched as the feelings surged through me like lightning bolts traveling from breast to vagina.

"You liked having two pussies winking up at you, didn't you?" I asked Matt in a tease. "I watched your eyes. You went from breasts to breasts to pussy to pussy, you pervert." I pushed my cunt down hard on his dick.

He smiled as he thrust into me. "I've never been so close to two naked women simultaneously – we'll, except at a strip joint a long time ago, but that was a 'no touch' zone. You, I like to touch." He ran a hand up over my breasts and pulled me down for a kiss.

I dropped down on him hard. "I like to be touched. I think if you touched Molly it'd be all right too. She watched you very carefully. I think we're going to all make love together later. Is that too much for you? First, you share me with Jon, and now I share you with Molly. Is that too mind blowing?"

"Oh, God, Allison. I'm going to cum." Matt's hips became a blur beneath me. I met him stroke for stroke in that minute as we clawed our way to our magnificent climaxes there on the deck. We exploded into each other, Matt's hips arched upward into me as I ground my cunt down on the fullness of his erupting cock. I could feel the gush of his cum surge into me. 

I collapsed onto him, as he fell back to the lounger beneath me. As we caught our breaths, Matt said, "Were you kidding? About what you said earlier?"

"About Molly and you? No, I wasn't; pay attention to her. Let her get to know you better than what she's learned from Jon these past years. She knows the three of us have all made love, and made peace with that. She knows we want to do it again too. She even told me she's cool with Jonathan doing it again with us. If I read between the lines, she'd like to be there too. The logical conclusion to that is we do what we do every which way and she's included."

"And you're OK with that?"

"Yes, my darling husband, I'm OK with that. This is confusing, I know. So long as none of us get jealous or possessive, I think this is all right. The moment one of us starts to get 'clingy' I suspect whatever magic we're feeling will be over. We should talk about that with Jon and Molly some time real soon – like over dinner before things begin. I think everyone should be on the same page."

Matt and I cooed and kissed some more after that brief discussion. He'd hardened again, but I suggested he save it for later. He was content with that idea.

We went back in the pool; although we nearly fucked again we got so romantic with one another. The idea of being with another couple, people I loved, was so compelling to me I could barely stand not rushing headlong into the foursome. 

Jon and Molly appeared a short time later. Both of them were nude too. They gave us coy grins and slipped into the pool to rinse off the 'sex sweat' they'd generated. Jon came up behind me and held me in his arms. I could feel his erection on my ass; I tried to capture it between my legs so he could hump me, however, the currents of water in the pool and angle we tried frustrated his attempt.

Matt had gone over to Molly. He'd also come up behind her, embracing her from behind as well. I watched as his hands embraced her breasts; she welcomed the advance with a sly smile. I could imagine what Molly was feeling, since Matt had sported a generous hard-on from our after-play before she'd entered the pool. Matt was whispering in her ear, and Molly seemed very receptive to whatever he was saying. After a minute, she turned and they started a deep soul kiss that even curled my toes from ten feet away. They were both visibly panting when they parted and drifted slightly apart in the water.

I pulled Jonathan behind me until the four of us were close to one another. I spoke carefully as I glided over to Molly and hugged her: "There's some momentum in our relationship with each other that I want to make sure we talk about before someone feels hurt. Is this a good time?"

Matt, Jon, and Molly nodded or said, "Yes."

I went on, "I'm in love with all three of you – and I mean physically, emotionally, and spiritually. I feel a deep connection. I've made love to you Jon and to Matt – you're my husbands. The law may have something to say about that, but that won't reverse what I feel. Jon has made love to Molly and me, and I don't want that to stop; I have a long history with Jon – only the last seven years or so were missing until a week ago. We were lovers twice that long before that."

I looked from face to face as we floated near each other. They were interested and attentive. Everyone knew where I was headed; yet I had to keep going. "We are about to complete the circle of our relationship with each other – the four of us. I support this. I've thought about whether I'd be jealous or have misgivings about all four of us in an open relationship – an open, sexual relationship – and I like the idea very much. I stand to have two – maybe three – lovers. I know Matt and Jon like each other deeply, but not in a sexual way and that's all right – even if they change. But, there are some unknowns – Molly? Matt? Jon? – how do you feel about this kind of relationship? Can we do this in a way so no one feels hurt? Can we avoid being possessive or jealous?"

Jon came to me and held me in his arms. I welcomed the deep kiss he gave me. I felt that this was a test for all of us. What did we each think when he did that? I felt one of his fingers enter my vagina. I moaned into his kiss, our tongues visibly dancing as we pushed into one another.

As Jon pulled away, leaving me panting, he turned to Matt and asked, "Matt, buddy, what were you thinking as I kissed and fondled Allison?"

Matt was caught off guard, but he answered truthfully: "I was hoping I'd get to do that with your wife – with Molly – later tonight. I also thought it was exciting – and sexually stimulating. I felt myself ... well, I got hard watching the two of you just as I did a week ago when the three of us started making love together for the first time. I have no problem with you loving Allison. You would have heard before now if I did."

Jon turned to Molly and asked the same question: "Molly, darling, what did you think when you watched me with Allison?"

Molly smiled. "I got wet between my legs. I wanted my husband to be satisfied and happy with Allison. As you fingered her, I felt sympathetic spasms in my own pussy – as if you were fingering the two of us at the same instant with the same finger. If I felt anything at that instant, it was that I wanted Matt to come up behind me again and do the same thing to me. Is that OK?" 

Jon smiled and said, "Oh, it's all right with me. Matt do it, please, if it's all right with Molly."

Matt moved in the shallow water so he was in front of Molly. The two came together in a soul kiss that belonged in some epic movie, arms frantically wrapping around each other. Jon and I watched as one of Matt's arms slid down to Molly's ass, fondling that lovely piece of real estate, before the hand visibly circled to cup her pussy. Through the rippling water, we could see him carefully insert a finger into her. Molly moaned one long sexual sound of orgasm. She clutched onto Matt's shoulder with white knuckles as they broke from the kiss; however, she was still climaxing and didn't – couldn't – let go. Matt held her and kept kissing her, his pent up wishes coming true.

We were quiet except for the panting from Molly. She shot me a modest grin as she sank down in the shallow water and floated slightly apart from Matt. She finally said, "Wow! What a thrill."

When Molly could talk more cogently, she added in a soft voice, "I think it's radical that we form a foursome, and while you were gone last week, that's all I thought about. It's the logical result that makes us all happy – if we can be open and supportive about it."

Jon turned to me and asked, "Allison, what did you feel – when Matt was loving Molly?"

"I almost came as well. The whole scene made me horny. Was I jealous? No, only that I didn't have your cock – any cock - inside me." I wanted to use the crude term to see if it would shock anyone. It apparently didn't. "I wanted to be in there too in some way – for instance, licking or feeling as well. As for my feelings about Matt doing that, I was glad he got his wish so soon. I felt no jealousy or possessiveness. What did you feel Jon."

Jon came over to me. His penis was as full as I'd ever seen it. I opened my legs under water, and he slid into me. He said, "Does that answer your question?" I nodded. He went on, "Watching Matt and Molly together made me unbelievably horny. How erotic and stimulating? I want to watch them make love later if they're willing. I want us all to make love together. I never want what I'm feeling now to stop. I've never been so excited or aroused in my life – at least the parts of it I can remember." He looked at me with a puzzled expression and asked humorously, "Now, what's your name again?" He grinned at me as I swatted at his shoulder. 

With little fanfare, he withdrew from my pussy and floated over to Molly. I watched as he impaled her on the same cock I'd been on only seconds before. She moaned again. He said, "This is an equal opportunity cock. It will lead me to the nearest vagina, and that's whom I'll make love to"

Ó

As he spoke I felt Matt's cock slide between my legs from behind. I repositioned myself, and he slid into my vagina again. I had a small orgasm as he stroked in and out of me a few times. He finally withdrew and whispered, "More of everything after dinner."

Just then we heard the call of two-year-old: "Mommieeeeeeee. Where are you?"

Molly stood in the shallows of the pool and rolled her eyes. She said as she moved out of the pool, "Her grandpa and his girlfriend will have her tomorrow and overnight ... and she will go to bed on the early side, particularly if I can convince anyone to read her a few stories." Molly reluctantly left the pool and headed into the house to get Coral.

The next couple of hours broke everyone's concentration on the emerging relationship the four of us were forging. We all put on some casual clothes, not so much for modesty but for the indecency in how we used our clothing. We knew no one was wearing underwear. Molly chose a short dress, so was often approached and petted, or she'd twirl around so the dress briefly exposed her pussy to us. I wore loose short-shorts, and was equally accessible. My full breasts pushed against a thin tank top; I know my areola showed through the material – I tested it ahead of time. The guys wore only boxers with tents in them that didn't seem to recede.

The guys touched, stroked, fingered, and caressed Molly or I when near. Molly and I started to come on to each other as well, although some of what we did was to excite the guys.

Coral demanded attention and her dinner. I took over that part of the operation and fed her. She seemed to like me, and we enjoyed playing together. I was missing my own kids in that time. The guys took to grilling dinner outdoors as well as creating a salad. Molly set up the patio table and attended to the other details of the meal.

As I studied my lovers, I could tell that like me they could barely contain themselves. If Coral hadn't been at the house, we would long ago have finished our first fuck with each other's partners. I could even visualize what that would have been like: each couple going up on the deck and picking one of the large loungers. Jon coming over me, and fucking the daylights out of me, while Matt and Molly duplicated our moves only a few feet away on the other lounger.

I shook my head so the vision would go away and allow me to pay better attention to the two-year-old who now had peanut butter in her hair. Molly came and sized up the situation. She walked away and returned with a bottle of baby shampoo. She handed the golden bottle to me with a smirk.

Coral played in her highchair at the end of the patio table while we ate. She was such an engaging child, and so alert. I'd seen one or two tears, but that was normal for a child this age. After dinner, I became Aunty Allison the Bath Giver and Bedtime Reader. Coral allowed me to get her into her PJs, and then we curled up in a large chair with a pile of children's books. I read story after story to the contented little girl while the other adults cleaned up dinner and put things away.

Everyone seemed to be studying Coral's eyes. Were they getting heavy? Was her alertness fading for the night? Coral on the other hand must have sensed the excitement. She kept saying, "Just one more book, Aunty Allison." And so, I'd read her another book.

Time eventually did take its toll on the child. Somewhere around the twentieth book she fell asleep in my arms. I kept reading to be sure the initial spell wouldn't be broken. After I finished the book, I carefully carried Coral into her room and put her in her crib. She was sound asleep for the night.

When I came out on the deck, Matt, Jon, and Molly were all naked again. The guys were on either side of Molly on one of the large loungers. Molly held both cocks in her hands and was slowly masturbating the two men. At the other end of things, both men alternately sucked on Molly's breasts or French kissed her. It was a sexy scene to say the least, and I felt the spigot in my vagina turn on. Molly was getting her wish to be sexed by two men.

To be continued



Memories and Possibilities Ch. 04



Recap: On a business trip in his own plane down the Caribbean chain, Jonathan disappeared, leaving a wife, pregnant Allison, behind. Jon's business partner Matt and Allison slowly develop a loving relationship, conceive their own child, and, after Jon is declared legally dead six years after his disappearance, Allison and Matt marry. A year or so later, Jon appears, his absence due to years suffering from amnesia after a plane crash injured him. After a torrid that expands to include Allison, Jon and Matt, Jon tells them he too has married. A week later the three of them fly to St. Kitts to meet Molly, Jon's wife, and his child by her. A sexual chemistry ignites between all four of the adults.

*

I came out on the patio of Jon and Molly's home after putting Coral to bed. Matt, Jon, and Molly were naked again. The guys were on either side of Molly on one of the large loungers. Molly held both cocks in her hands and was slowly masturbating the two men. At the other end of things, both men alternately sucked on Molly's breasts or French kissed her. It was a sexy scene to say the least, and I felt the spigot in my vagina turn on. Molly was getting her wish to be sexed by two men.

The last vestiges of sunlight were leaving the western sky. I slowly removed my shorts and shirt so Molly would get her two-on-one time. I reclined nude on the adjacent lounger so I could watch the threesome. I immediately drove two fingers into my cunt and started to masturbate. I would put on a show for them, as they were for me.

Molly rearranged the men so that she could go down on Matt. His eyes and mine were locked together as her mouth slavered over his cock, and then gulped down nearly his entire length. He watched as my fingers pumped in and out of my valley, and my other hand rapidly massaged my clitoris. We'd both masturbated for each other before, but this was much different – much more sensuous with two other people there.

Jon kneeled behind Molly and applied his tongue to her slit. There was still plenty of light and the angle was just right to see his oral muscle lap at her wetness and then slide into her opening. Jon added fingers to his attempt to excite, seduce, and bring pleasure to Molly. Molly continued her work on Matt's penis.

After a few minutes, Jon changed his position. His rod was rigid and standing at ninety degrees to his body. Without using his hands, he moved behind Molly and thrust his cock into her quim. He pumped a few times, and Molly started to oscillate to meet his thrusts. Matt watched his friend pump into the woman that was blowing him. Molly moaned around Matt's dick. 

After a few minutes and with a nod to Matt, Jon flipped her over on her back and visibly worked his cock back into her pussy. She was hairless, yet we could see the shadow of her pubes where her hair had been. Her slit visibly came forward engulfing Jon as he thrust into her. Molly had grabbed hold of Matt again and pulled his cock to her mouth. She took it at both ends. 

I was enthralled watching the trio. I knew my turn would come, and it came sooner than I expected.

Matt and Jon exchanged looks and some nonverbal communication. Jon suddenly jerked his cock from Molly's pussy. A visible gaping hole remained for a second or two before Molly pulled her legs to her chest as she writhed in orgasm. A low moan escaped from her lips, however, she smiled in her ecstasy.

Matt moved around and passionately kissed her lips, and then worked his way down to her large breasts, sucking each breast into his mouth as he pushed her legs down. I watched him worm two fingers into the slot where Jon's dick had been only seconds earlier. Molly splayed herself open to accommodate his friendly assault. She pulled him to her for a deeper kiss.

Jon came to me. He gently rocked me back on the lounger and pushed my legs apart so my pussy was exposed to the evening air again. He kneeled before me and lowered his mouth to my pussy. I almost couldn't be sure he was there for the first few seconds; the flicks of his tongue along my slit were so light and airy. But then, I knew; he zeroed right in on my clit, sucking the entire miniature shaft into his mouth. The act shot me into the stars.

Jon's tongue fucked into my vagina, a skill I'd nearly forgotten he had from years before. Once on some Florida beach, he'd brought me off this way. The memory came back to me; I wondered if he remembered, or whether he was on sexual autopilot. Jon added some fingers to his romance of my cunt. The whole scene and feelings he was giving me were so elating that my back was arched so that my pussy could push into his mouth and tongue.

When next I looked, Matt kneeled before Molly. He held his shaft in one hand and slowly inserted it into her sparkling pussy, her juices of anticipation coating him as he sank to full depth into her loveliness. She held her arms up to him, and he relaxed into them, although both their hips oscillated in synchronous rhythm as his cock sawed in and out of her. They kissed most of the time, or Matt was sucking on one of Molly's taut breasts.

I asked Jon softly, "Do you remember my favorite position?"

He raised his mouth from my pussy and said tentatively, "Woman on top?"

I nodded and nudged him away from my pussy. Jon lay down where I'd been, and I made a show of mounting him, sinking down on his erection only a fraction of an inch on each of our thrusts into each other. I teased the two of us for over two minutes this way, allowing deeper penetration only a fraction at a time – "Mini-strokes," I told him. When our pubes finally ground together, it was an occasion. I just held him and used my vaginal muscles to squeeze and milk his cock. Jon's eyes held mine. This was a game we'd played to each other for most of our courtship and marriage; it drove both of us wild, and certainly made the end state orgasms more noteworthy.

I felt inspired and started more sex talk. "Can you feel my cunt around your long, hard cock? Can you feel my muscles milking the cum from your balls? I want all your juice deep in my cunt – I want it leaking out of me so everyone can see that you fucked me." Jon lifted me until only the mushroom head was nestled in my crevice, and then he jerked me down on his shaft. I moaned. "I love it when you thrust into me like that. All the senses in my body go on high alert. They want an orgasm with your cock in me. They want you to climax in me."

I heard the slapping together of the two bodies on the lounger next to us. Jon and I both looked and watched as Matt slammed his body into Molly. The scene was more arousing than I'd suspected it would be. I expected to be consumed with curiosity and concern about all the various relationships; instead, I let go and relaxed into the moment. I knew this would work out all right.

I talked to Jon: "Is that your wife. Matt has his huge cock buried in her pussy. He's fucking her really hard. Hear that slapping sound – that's the sound of two people fucking, and from the sounds they're making they love it. Matt is going to cum in Molly's pussy. He's going to leave a gallon of cum inside her. Oh, look at how he can suck on her breasts while his cock is thrusting in her cunt. Do you like that? Look how pointed her nipples are? She could cut glass with those nipples they're so hard. She's excited – excited to be fucked by someone new."

As I talked and spit out sentence after sentence of provocative, sexual language, Jon pounded into me harder and harder. I switched back and forth, editorializing between describing Matt and Molly, and what I was feeling or wanted to do. 

I remembered a couple of incidents from our past and vocalized them for Jon. Molly and Matt were listening too as their bodies slammed together. Molly had moved so she was on all fours, and Matt was now fucking her doggie style, often reaching under her and fondling her swaying breasts. 

"Jon, I remember a time before we were married when we hadn't fucked for almost a week. We badly needed to get together. We were both so horny we could barely stand it. I know we both masturbated when we were alone; however, we needed the kind of release that we could only find together by that time. It was summer, and we drove down to the beach at dusk and took a blanket into the dunes. Just before total darkness, we were both nude and you had this gorgeous cock buried in my puss. I guess I was too noisy, because another couple came and watched us for a minute. Then, they pulled off their clothes and started to fuck only twenty feet away from us. I watched as his big cock sank into her cunt, and he fucked her right there. They watched as we did it too. You came first deep inside me, but he came in her right after that. I was so turned on."

Jon nodded. He remembered. He said, "I actually remember that. I remember that we did it again – right there – all four of us again after resting only a few minutes. They were turned on too. We could barely see each other when we finished, but we all ran into the warm surf to wash the delightful smell of sex away. She was stacked too, and he was hung. Did you like watching his cock swing as we came back to our blankets?"

"If he was here now, I'd fuck him," I told Jon. He thrust harder into me. Matt moaned and in a hoarse voice told Molly, "I'm cumming."

Molly said softly to him, "Cum in me. Give me your man juice. Give me all you have. I love you." 

Matt's hips became a blur, and Molly's legs wrapped completely around him and urged him faster and deeper into her. Then they reached their crescendo. Matt's back arched away from Molly's body, and he made three or four last thrusts into her. Molly's back arched too, and she fell forward onto her arms, her back end sticking up in the air where Matt remained connected to her; his cock buried to full depth in her pussy. They froze in that position as the paroxysm of pleasure swept over both of them. Then we heard the gasps for air, and Matt collapsed atop Molly's back, rolling both of them to their sides. Molly turned and the two kissed passionately.

Seeing the act so close to us, made it impossible not to respond sympathetically to their sexual completeness. Jon started to move harder and more definitely into me, and I leaned over him and worked my hips more erotically. We didn't need to communicate; we knew we were seconds away from completion. As Jon extended his thrusts into me, I pounded harder into him, and then we came.

To compare my orgasm to fire works would be like comparing Niagara Falls to a glass of water. I went to that place in the universe that few people find: a corner of nirvana – where pleasure is extreme and unforgettable. I held onto that space for what seemed like hours, savoring every nuance of the cock bursting with semen inside me, as well as my own emissions and my own sensory overload. My eyes were closed, yet there wasn't a corner of the universe I couldn't see, taste, feel, and hear. Those hours turned out to be mere seconds. 

I fell onto Jon and showered him with kisses. He returned the kisses and whispered such tender words of love to me that my heart swelled. I loved everyone. I felt so loved.

Later, we went into the pool. It was even more sensuous after making love – the four of us naked together only feet from each other. Mostly, we were quiet; conversation seemed inadequate by then. Each of us floated to each other. We looked in awe at each other, and we knew what each was feeling and had gone through. We'd all been there for each other.

Later, Jon carried me into the house, and Matt followed carrying Molly who had her head on his shoulder. Somehow, the four of us snuggled into Jon and Molly's king-size bed. It helped that Molly and I were in the middle with our partners of the night spooned behind us, their erect cocks again poking us.

As Jon penetrated me again, I found myself kissing Molly. They were kisses of love and of passion. I felt her hand fondling my breast and pinching one of my nips. The move made my vagina clench around Jon's cock. 

Molly whispered to me, "Oh, Allison. I know we've just met, but I feel as though I've known you for years – through Jon. I knew it would be like this. I love you. I feel so close to you. We are lovers – sisters – kindred spirits that have finally found one another." We kissed again, our tongues dancing together. 

Matt had filled Molly's pussy with his meat again, as Jon was in me. The men both watched and listened to Molly and My speaking words of love and passion to each other. I know it made Jon harder and pumped up his libido. I reached across Molly and smoothed Matt's hair as he pumped into Molly.

Our climaxes were only slightly less exciting than the ones we'd shared on the patio. This time we were ready for sleep after our exertions. I recalled only a couple of times years before when I'd gone to sleep with Jonathan's passion still resident inside me. And then, the pleasure of sleep joined the pleasure of our sex, and all went dark.

*

I awoke to kisses on my eyelids. When I opened them, Molly was there with a huge smile on her face. She kissed me again. The sun streamed in one side of the house. Jon and Matt were gone.

Molly said, "Good beautiful morning. I feel so wonderful."

I stretched and took stock. I smelled of sex. The entire bed and room smelled of sex. Molly smelled of sex. I loved the smell of sex. I kissed her briefly. "Do I have morning breath," I worried aloud.

"No, you taste and smell like pussy and cum. I think we shared some of that around last night. Not enough to suit my tastes." She gave me a nasty grin, and I had to laugh and grin back as I nodded in agreement.

I told her, "Sometime, when the guys aren't around, I'd love it ... if just the two of us ... well, you know."

Molly thought and said, "We'll have the guys take Coral over to her grandpa's house after lunch. That'll be our time. You can meet my Dad and his girlfriend on Sunday afternoon when we reclaim her." She smiled at me as she pulled me up from the bed into her arms. We stood beside the bed hugging and slowly rubbing our nude bodies against each other. We kissed.

Molly and I again adopted the monokini and a tank top as the dress of the day. We found the guys in the kitchen with Coral in her high chair turning some scrambled eggs and toast into a mush that filled most of her tray.

Molly and I got long passionate kisses from each of the men. I can't speak for her, but I felt myself get wet all over again, part of it I'm sure the expulsion of fluids from the previous evenings love making. Oh, well, I thought; I'll go in the pool after breakfast. Coral watched all the hugging and kissing with great interest, so when the adults were finished we each paid some attention to her, much to her delight.

Matt and I volunteered to take Coral for a walk, pushing her along the seldom-traveled road in her stroller for a bit and then letting her walk while she held one of our hands. I checked in with Matt: "Hey, husband. Are you all right with everything that happened last night? I was pretty devoted to Jon last night. How do you feel?"

Matt grinned at me: "I feel like the cat that swallowed the proverbial canary. I love you ... and we've always had a great sex life. Then Jon comes back, and I realize one of men's great fantasies over and over again – watching his wife with another man. The fact that Jon will stay in your life and that this will get repeated over and over makes that fantasy realization even better. Plus, we like each other and feel comfortable double teaming you."

Matt checked in with me and then continued: "Now, I meet Jon's wife – or significant other – and she's wonderful. She's pretty, talented, and personable, and the kind of person you fall in love with in thirty seconds. Moreover, she likes me too – we even used the "L" word with each other ... and then we get to make love."

I asked, "Do you love me any less?"

"Hell, no!" Matt responded, almost in shock. "I love you even more. I never knew I could hold so much love in me at one time." He stopped us, came and kissed me, right there in the middle of the road. "What about you? How are you feeling?"

"Sort of strange actually – but strange in a really nice way. First, my pussy is all a tingle from last night ... this past week of lovemaking. I really like making love four or five or more times a day. But the other thing, and I think I'd already adjusted to Jon being back and the two of you loving me, is that Molly loves me too – and I love her. I never thought of myself as bi-sexual, but I guess I am, at least with her. The two of us will talk later, but I think she feels the same way. The love I'm carrying hasn't doubled, it's multiplied three time or even more because of all the combinations."

Matt kissed me again, and we continued walking. He pushed the pram while I walked holding Coral's little hand and pointing things out to her. Only once did we hear a car and have to get out of the way.

When we got back to the house, obviously Jon and Molly had made love during our short absence. Molly blushed when I raised my eyebrows at her, plus she didn't want to make immediate eye contact. Jon looked unusually happy. I smiled inwardly, joyful that they'd also reconnected in a meaningful way. I could feel the love they shared.

We lounged around the patio while Molly put together a kit of toys to go with Coral to her Grandpa's. After lunch Matt and Jon loaded Coral into the Jeep, and they headed out to the University area of the island and to run some shopping errands in the main town.

As the Jeep disappeared Molly came to me in the kitchen. She just walked up and held my face in both hands and kissed me very tenderly. I whispered, "You have much love to give, don't you?"

Molly nodded. She said, "Where you, Jon, and Matt come, I do. I just feel so resonate with you, like all our hearts are beating on the same frequency. I felt it the instant I met you." She pulled me through the house to the bedroom.

We collapsed together on the plush bed, losing our tops and monokinis along the way. Molly said, "I've never made love to a woman before – except for last night a little." She settled over me missionary style as she spoke, and then kissed me.

"Me neither," I whispered to her. "Me neither."

"Then let's experiment about how to bring each other lots of pleasure – about how to show each other our love."

I lost track of our orgasms, not that I was keeping a score. Molly had one toy, a vibrator, that we took turns using on one another. We learned from each other how to give cunnilingus with superb skill. The best use of fingers and lips also proved a great learning experience, plus it made me appreciate the work Matt and Jon showered on me. By the end of two hours, when we lay back in blissful exhaustion, both our bodies hummed with our sexuality. I napped in Molly's arms for a few minutes, and then we both got up and took a swim.

We were lying together on one lounger when the guys came back. We were well oiled with suntan lotion and baking our bodies as we relaxed. I dozed again, until a Prince Charming named Matt kissed me awake as he lay beside me. Jon was kissing Molly too. I stretched my nude body in a cat-like manner, slowly wrapping my arms around him, and pulling him to me for another kiss.

"What'd you guys do while we were gone?" Matt asked, although I think he could guess the answer.

I grinned sheepishly, and squeezed Molly's hand on my other side. Matt caught on right away. He ran his finger from my neck down between my breasts, across my abs, and down to my slit. I arched up slightly to meet his hand. He asked in a husky voice, "Are you ready for some male companionship or have you given up on men?"

I smiled and said, "Always, lover. All I've done with Molly is double my chances for a date on Saturday night." I held my arms up to him as he laughed at my rejoinder.




Memories and Possibilities Ch. 04



*

By dinnertime we were not only sexually sated, but also rested from afternoon naps with our lovers. I liked the idea of a siesta. I also liked the idea of making love all afternoon. I liked the idea of making love any time.

The afternoon had been different because we had made love together – all four of us in one bed taking turns as couples, switching off, and forming various threesome combinations. Matt and Jon had even touched one another, masturbating each other for the girls, and then aiming and directing each other's cocks into the pussies that lay open and waiting for them. I know the male-male contact broke some barriers that both Jon and Matt carried; it was a big step for both of them.

The four of us sat around on the patio naked. Apparently, we each had a sexual buzz as I'd had earlier in the day due to Molly's attentions. Despite my continuous arousal, I studied my cohorts for any discomfort. Finally, I asked, "Are we all OK with what we've done – what we're doing? I want a sanity check."

Matt tried to defuse the serious moment with a little humor: "Now you ask!" Everyone laughed, but reflected on the question.

Jon responded to me in a more serious tone, "I'm fine if Molly and you are all right. I think Matt and I have more resilience that perhaps you give us credit for. We're male and like to spread our seed around. This is a fantastic situation where I get to be intimate with the two women I love without any guilt or recriminations. Personally, I couldn't be happier; I just wish it would never end." Matt nodded agreement. We all looked at Molly.

Molly said, "I'm fine." After a pause she said, "Fine is a rather indefinite word isn't it. Let me elaborate and tell you what's been running through my head for a long time. A month ago, after many revelations and remembering by my husband, I sent him up to his other wife - Allison. Based on what I learned from Jon about Matt and you, I would have bet that you two stayed close and got married." Molly looked affectionately at Matt and I, and then went on. "If Jon had left a wife behind – a pregnant wife –, he had a duty to fulfill. He needed to give you closure on his disappearance – his crash, and he needed to see his child. By then, Jon knew he needed closure too."

Molly sat up on the side of the lounger; the move made us more alert to her words. She reached over, and we held hands again. She said in a matter of fact tone, "I knew he'd probably have sex with you. We're alike, and I know Jon. I wanted him to, and I told him so." She paused and changed direction, "I don't want you to think I was making a sacrifice – I wasn't. I wanted him to be happy; it wasn't at my expense. I knew that whatever happened would be based on love – love with a capital 'L'."

To be provocative, I said, "On that basis everyone that has a heart flutter for someone else and starts an affair would be acceptable."

Molly said, "Most people are too quick to leave an established relationship and too quick to jump into another one. They deal with each other on the basis of their own ego and personal needs, and unfortunately those needs soon take precedence over any other person. The relationship becomes a game that plays out as long as one's needs are satisfied. Don't fulfill my needs and I'll become manipulative, withdrawn, passive-aggressive, angry, condemning, and anything else I can think of to get my 'love' object back into line."

She examined each of us before continuing: "I learned all this dating in school and in my first couple of serious relationships – they didn't go well, so then I finally had an epiphany and turned everything on its ear. I decided I'd base everything on love rather than need. By that I mean I'd put the other person first – really first; I'd focus on kindness, giving, mercy, compassion, acceptance, non-judgment, intimacy, and the creation of joy. I'd create love where none existed, because I figured out that love is energy. It's not physical. You can't destroy real love; you can only temporarily cover it over."

Matt asked, "So it's worked for you?"

"Absolutely. Right out of the gate I had a magnificent relationship for five years with a guy named Rob."

"But it ended," I suggested.

"Yes, but by mutual agreement and with love for each other. Jon met him. He lives on the other side of the island and works at the hospital." Molly paused and went on, "We have a bunch of myths about relationships. One is that we expect them to last forever. They don't, so we shouldn't be surprised and manipulative and such when we realize they're in trouble or ending or changing into something other than a romantic coupling."

"A second myth, sort of relevant for us, is that a relationship has to be between only two people – a man and a woman, although society is getting more tolerant of gay and lesbian relationships so long as they're between two people. Many civilizations and sects have accepted multiple partners in a relationship. I've known of several multiple partner relationships. They worked for while, see myth one, however, there's no reason one couldn't last for a long time."

Jon sat beside Molly. He spoke more to Matt and me than Molly; "The keys to making it work are the same as for a couple. They're the traits Molly just mentioned. Put egos aside and create joy for each other."

Matt said, "It sounds idealistic – something to strive for. Don't you guys argue and get mad at each other?"

Molly laughed, "Of course, we're human, but when I find myself getting steamed off at Jon what I'm learning to do is to say 'Stop' to myself. I then start to affirm aloud some of the reasons I love him, anything that comes to mind, even if I have to say it through gritted teeth for a couple of minutes as I stomp around. That makes me think of my egoic reaction and other approaches or mindsets to whatever situation ticked me off. Here's an example: Jon leaves his dishes in the sink rather than putting them in the dishwasher. It bothered me and was a constant source of aggravation for me; we even talked about it but nothing changed. One night I caught myself boiling over the situation, but I remembered that Jon often did that so he could be with Coral or me, and I loved to walk the beach with Jon, and I loved to be kissed by him, and then I thought about the dishes and decided it was a 'So what?' situation. Getting the dishes done wasn't important, and certainly moving bits of pottery and glassware around shouldn't impact the love I feel for Jon. Bingo! Situation over and done with – apparently forever. I haven't had a bad thought about dishes and Jon since."

Jon said, "Molly has me doing this too, although I need more practice. We've even agreed to a safe phrase to remind each other to change our thinking. Without it, were we to say the wrong thing, it could make matters even more heated."

"What's the phrase?" I asked.

Molly and Jon both responded simultaneously, "I love you."

*

After dinner, we sat around the patio talking until shortly after sunset. After a lull in the conversation, Jon asked the three of us, "Would you think it too kinky to watch some porn." He grinned at Molly and me. We both nodded our assent with nasty smiles. Matt didn't need to be persuaded either. Jon and I always had a few porn films around the house before his disappearance. I'd cleared them out when Little John got to an age where he tended to poke around in my private corners.

The four of us moved into the living room that had a large flat screen television. Jon fired up the DVD player, and soon we were watching some action porn in a film called Flashpoint X. Matt surprised me by knowing the porn divas in the film: Jenna Jameson, Jill Kelly, and Asia Carrera.

The sexual temperature in the room rose as the film unfolded. Jon was sitting next to me. I started to stroke his thigh, and then moved to the bulge in his loose boxers. Our arms were crossed; Jon had started to do the same to me, running his fingers up inside the legs of my short-shorts to stroke my rapidly awakening pussy. Molly and Matt were similarly engaged on the other side of me.

"Shall we get naked?" Matt asked rhetorically. The fact was we again were ready for a sexual evening. The few pieces of clothing we had on in the warm clime flew in all directions.

Jon sat down, and I kneeled in front of him as the movie played on to my right, the sounds of moaning, panting, and fucking coming from the sound system. He hardened up in a few seconds. Molly duplicated the feat on Matt. We took our time. We'd made love in the afternoon so there seemed less urgency to rush to orgasm than might otherwise be the case.

I stretched out my blowjob, taking rests and only lightly using my hands or mouth. Molly nudged me at one point, and we switched partners much to the delight of the men. I swear I could feel Matt get extra hard because of the switch. We again did it a few moments later, only this time, Molly and I put on a little show for the guys while the movie struggled to rescue the weak plot with copious amounts of fucking filmed from every angle. Molly and I fingered each other as we shared our tongues rather visibly for the guys. No one complained that we temporarily blocked the TV screen. 

I lay Molly back on the sofa between the two men. The men moved into her upper body while attended her nether region. Molly has the nicest pair of pussy lips; I love to pull them into my mouth and suck on them, run my tongue over them, and drive my fingers and tongue between them into her velvet vagina. Molly and I were both panting when I stopped.

After that Molly and I impaled ourselves on the two cocks. To the men's delight – and our own, we changed partners every few minutes. The erotic movie continued, adding to the aroused feelings we all had. While Jon and I were fucking, Molly and Matt were right next to us. Often, even as the men's cocks stroked in and out of our cunts, I noted we all glanced at the porn film on the TV screen.

While Matt was sucking on Molly's breasts as she rode him cowgirl style, I reached a finger down and slowly worked it into her ass. I added another finger and then another to my exploration. Jon pumped into me with his rock hard cock. I asked him in a whisper, "Anal?" He nodded, and I dismounted him.

Jon moved behind Matt and Molly, and sank his lubricated thumb into Molly's wrinkled opening. I salivated all over his cock just before he worked it into his other wife's tail. Molly groaned in sexual satisfaction at the fullness she felt from her two lovers. I just watched and fingered my own clit right next to the threesome. Molly shot me a look brimming with sexual heat, arousal, and satisfaction.

After a few minutes, Molly asked to be flipped over. Jon rolled with her still impaled on his cock until she sat on his lap with her legs agape. Matt quickly moved so he could fuck her as her pussy yawned open to him. A threesome in the film showed two 'firefighters' similarly engaged with a young damsel they had supposedly rescued from a burning building; she was thanking them in her own unique way. 

Between the moaning and sounds of fucking in the film and the similar sounds Molly, Jon, and Matt were making, I was one horny individual. Matt sped up. I could tell he was racing to completion, and only seconds later he proved me right. He pounded into Molly a few times with extraordinary power, and then suddenly stopped as he arched his back in the convulsion of his orgasm. I knew his white jets were washing the inside of Molly's cunt. Molly had cum too, weakly asking Jon to hold still just a few seconds until her spasms passed.

As Matt pulled away, I lunged off the sofa and grabbed Matt's cock. He was coated in his own cum, Molly's emissions and juices, and the residual from Jon's session with Molly that afternoon. He tasted wonderful. I cleaned him, and then moved in front of Molly, attacking her open pussy with my tongue. I wanted every drop of the fluids leaking from her vagina. Molly didn't disappoint, and I found great satisfaction in making her cum again as my tongue ravaged her pussy. Matt had taken my spot on the sofa next to our new threesome, slowly stroking his tumescent rod as he watched us.

After I was through, Jon pushed Molly over so she was on all fours. He reentered her and began slamming into her hips. The motion wasn't all Jon, however; Molly was rocking back into him as hard as she could without breaking contact. Their bodies slapped together in the warm summer air. All of us now had a sheen of sexual sweat on our bodies.

Jon announced his climax the same time Molly started to emit a series of little screams timed with the pounding together of their beautiful nude bodies. After their obvious cums, the two collapsed into each other's arms on the sofa.

"You might leak," I said. "Shall I get a towel?"

Molly laughed. "Too late now. Besides it's all water soluble, and the sofa has Scotch guard on it." We all laughed as she rolled her eyes back to enjoy the last of her double penetration and climax. Jon waved at Matt and I weakly from his prone position next to her.

I remained on a sexual high. Since our afternoon session, I had mostly been a spectator and avid enthusiast in bringing Molly, my new lover, to unimagined sexual highs. Matt had hardened by now and sat with a rising shaft. Watching Jon and Molly had been all too arousing, particularly if one had been a participant in part of that process, plus he commented that my act of cleaning up Molly was a huge turn on. Lastly, there were the remnants of the porn film on the television screen; it had been well done, and the fuck scenes were actually fantastic and arousing for both male and female alike.

Matt gently pushed me over on the sofa until my head rested in Molly's lap. I could smell her arousal. Molly stroked my breasts and even my clit. Matt entered me and started a slow, erotic oscillation that gradually lifted me higher and higher on the arousal scale. Molly leaned over and sucked on a breast, and then she kissed me for all she was worth – her tongue driving into my mouth between her words of love and adoration. Her timing was meticulous; Jon had started to rub my clit, taking over from her. Even the thought of all three of my lovers working on me brought me to a new high, and then my autonomic physical body took over and I climaxed.

The three of them wrapped me in the love I felt wash over me with my orgasm. Although my eyes were closed, I could feel hundreds of kisses all over my body. I felt so loved and cherished. I hoped all my lovers felt the same way I did. I couldn't wish more for them.

Later, the four of us walked down to the beach naked and moved as a group into the low surf. Jon pointed out some luminescent plankton-type creatures that lighted the waters with a beautiful glow, just like lightning bugs in the summer air. The Caribbean Sea surrounded all of us with the same love we felt from each other.

Later, I cuddled up to Jon on a lounger and we lay on our backs. The stars were amazing. Molly and Matt were right next to us.

"So, what now?" I asked. "Is this just sexual frolic for the week we're here and then it's over." I paused and added emphatically, "As Jon said, I don't want this to be over."

Matt spoke immediately on my heels; "I don't want to leave. This is like the Garden of Eden." He paused and became the realist, "But we have two kids, two jobs, and a bunch of people that depend on us back in Massachusetts. How do we solve all that?"

Jon said in a serious tone, "You've got to know I don't want this to end. I've finally reconnected with Allison after a long and unplanned hiatus – plus a son I didn't know I had until a week ago, and your adorable daughter. I'm deeply in love with two women ... and one guy. Why would I want this to end?"

Molly spoke slowly: "I love all three of you too. I can't believe how fast we've connected on so many levels. You've got me locked up – mind, body, and spirit. Couldn't you move down here? We have this huge house. We can fit the kids in too. We even have all this land around us; we could be creative about how we use it."

Thus, our discussions shifted from who'd make love with whom, to how we all want to be together in a meaningful way, and then to how to make it happen.

*

When I lie on my back facing a bright sun with my eyes closed, I can still see shadows and patterns. A shadow darkened my eyes. I cranked one eye open. A light sea breeze kissed the shore, and some afternoon cumulus clouds dotted the sky. The day was perfect in every way I could think.

Jon stood there, tall, lean, bronzed in the sun, and naked. He was smiling and watching Matt and Molly kiss in the thigh deep water of Banana Bay a hundred yards off. Like Jon and me, they were nude too. Only a few minutes before we'd made love on the beach in the midday sun with our partners – Jon and me, and Matt and Molly. This was not an unusual occurrence, although the mix of partners was subject to change from moment to moment, even in the midst of our lovemaking. We were together all the time since Matt and I had moved a large part of our lives down to the island almost a year ago.

That afternoon, the children were in school and child care. It was my turn to pick everybody up, however, I knew I had another half hour before I drove the van to the town to retrieve them. 

Molly had resumed her teaching at the University on the island, now taking over completely for her retired father. She also published several papers on the treatment of amnesia patients, one specifically discussing the use of sexual memories and libido as a recovery technique for severely impaired patients.

The Internet gave Jon, Matt, and me an amazing opportunity about where we worked. We opted for a new small office we had built over looking the Caribbean Sea only a short walk away from the house. Of course, it took forever to get permission from the government to start and run the business, but now it was thriving. Again, we were specializing in tours, hotels, inns, and restaurants throughout the Caribbean chain. Turns out we were again becoming the 'go to' site for touristy kind of information about the whole region.

Jon, Matt, and I traveled a lot, usually in pairs. Actually that usually meant I went with one of the guys. We'd get to shack up for a night or two at some romantic inn or resort somewhere along the Caribbean chain, and the other male and Molly would have duties on the home front. When we could arrange the right babysitters, we all went on holiday. Of course, we got an emperor size bed because everyone always slept with everyone else.

We kept the house near Boston, Massachusetts, and even made some modifications to it to accommodate all of us in a family setting. Molly rearranged her schedule so that she could spend a significant chunk of time there. This gave everyone a more cosmopolitan setting part of the year, and some island time the other part. Moreover, it put the children in a more academic and stronger social setting for a good part of the year. This was all going to work out just fine.

Jonathan's return had shocked us all, and had been a blessing – he'd survived a plane crash, struggled through years of recovery for his body and his memory, and then faced a new reality where he had two wives - one with a husband, and a child he'd never met. Jon often seemed the happiest of all of us; he wanted this life with all of us in it and all of the intimacy, loving, and sharing that goes on.

Jon still has holes in his memory, and he still visits several doctors and Molly's psychiatrist father about the residual damage from the plane crash and his trauma. One day he remembered enough to even lead us all back to the small atoll he'd tried to land on; we found a few remnants of a burnt out aircraft that was probably Jon's old Cessna 310.




Memories and Possibilities Ch. 04



As a result of Jon's return, Matt and I met and fell in love with Jon's other wife, Molly. She fell for each of us too. When the idea came up of sharing ourselves with each other, it seemed natural and not at all at odds with what we should have been doing. We set society's norms and customs aside in favor of our own. We also go out of our way to set our own needs and egos aside in favor of the others. We often use Molly's approach for keeping love in our complex relationship, and it works. Molly said it best one day with some saying she paraphrased: "Life is short: break all the rules, forgive quickly, kiss slowly, love truly, laugh uncontrollably, and never regret anything."

The End