Message-ID: <14394eli$9808151838@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "E.Z. Riter" Subject: {EZ}Sharing (MF+ Rom) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980806204016.15825.qmail@hotmail.com> The attached work of fiction is intended to be entertainment for adults in locations in which it is legal. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read. This is a copyrighted work. Reposting or any other use strictly prohibited without the express, written permission of the copyright holder, except may be posted as part of a review or posted to free-access, noncommercial archive sites. Copyright 1998 by E. Z. Riter. Please! Give me your comments. E-mail address: ezriter@hotmail.com Dear Reader, This is a foursome romance, with little sex and no violence. It does have a plot and some humor. SHARING Fresh from the gym where I had worked out, showered and shaved, I walked down the breeze way toward Marcia's two bedroom apartment home. As we had agreed, I arrived at six thirty, expecting to find the great smells of a home cooked dinner and a beautiful woman waiting to make love to me. Divorced and forty-one, Marcia was a self-confident, successful, wonderful woman whose pleasure I had shared for a little over a year. She had a lovely body, although she would tell you her waist was a little big or her thighs a little full. I preferred to think of her as lush and feminine. I loved the way she looked, she way she felt in my arms. Our relationship was wonderful with many common interests shared with joy. She was a woman I could talk to and have fun with and be myself with. From my perspective and from hers, we had only one problem. Sex. That was our problem. I wanted a lot of sex, at least once a day. She enjoyed it twice a week. She would work hard to never disappoint me, having sex constantly if I asked. But, I try to be sensitive to women and their needs. If I let her rest and we had sex only twice a week, she was hot, demanding, and eager, enjoying it much more, which let me enjoy it more, too. She called it "the problem" and it was probably a typical problem for couples everywhere. I felt guilty if I pushed and horny if I did not. She felt guilty if she said no and dissatisfied if she said yes. Knowing I was coming over, normally she would have hurried home from work and "prettied up," as she calls it. That is why I was so surprised to find her in jeans, a sweat shirt and a funny expression. Something was amiss as she kissed me gently when she let me in, and, silently held my hand to lead me to the couch. "What is wrong?" I asked as we faced each other. "I love you, Jack. I love you very much. And, I know you love me, too, in your own way." I did not respond but waited her out. I wanted to see where she was headed. "I feel no matter what happened between us, even if I married someone else, you would always be there for me. Always. Anytime I needed you. For the rest of my life. You would do anything for me, wouldn't you?" "Yes." She smiled knowingly. "Except marry me." Her tone was quiet, but it was a tone which chill men's souls, like the sound of a tiger's footfall before it leaps. I froze. I could feel my head spin for an instant and the adrenalin blow out of my glands like a water from a fireman's hose. Something big was coming. "Actually, that does not bother me, Jack. It is all right that we will not marry. I was married to Bill a long time and I am happy being single. I have children, many friends here at the apartment, and, good friends at work and at church. There are a lot of worse things then being single. I have a man - a strong, wonderful, sweet, virile man - as much as I want a man, maybe a little more than I want, sometimes." She laughed self-consciously as she rubbed my forearm with her fingers to let me know she cared. She snuggled up against me, putting her flat hand on my chest, slipping her fingertips between the buttons of my shirt to touch my bare skin. "What does bother me, perhaps, frightens is a better word, is that I will lose you, that some other woman will sneak you away. That is what marriage has done for women, given them the false security of thinking their man will come home to them." "Marcia, don't worry about that. I..." "But, I do worry. The problem is what worries me. You are a very good man, but you have strong needs and desires. What if you find someone else? What if you find a woman who wants sex as often as you do?" "Honey." She put her head on my chest, under my chin, snuggling more. I could feel her heat and her soft breathing. She smelled good, a warm, rich woman smell, extremely light in perfume. Too many woman soak in perfume and I find that offensive. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly, enjoying her closeness. We just lay like that for a while, not speaking. She slipped her hand down to feel my cock. She found he was very hard. "See. You are ready to have sex. Me, I won't really be ready for a few more days. We need to do something about that." "You do that to me. Having you this close makes me want you." "Having any woman this close makes you want to get laid, you mean," she bantered in a friendly way. "What do you suggest?" I replied as I felt a light blush come and go. Had I said the wrong thing? She sat up, using her hand on my chest to push her body away from mine until we looked eye to eye. She took both of my hands in hers. "I love you. I really do. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. Do you understand? Do you know how much you mean to me?" "I love you, too, and I want to be with you." "But, it is different for you. Look, I." She was frustrated now, trying to decide what to say or how to say it. Words are so important. Words cannot be taken back. I know marriages where one party caught the other cheating and it was forgiven, but, then, a few misplaced words and the walls of Jericho fell. She smiled, a neutral smile but her eyes had deep secrets about to be revealed. "Jack, I have a solution for the problem." She had spoken slowly, the words measured but not emphasized by tone. "What?" "You need more than one woman." I was a soldier who just discovered he was in the middle of a mine field. Sudden, real fear coursed through every vein. I quivered as beads of sweat popped out on my face. She smiled, then her hand slid across my face to carry the sweat away. "This is not a test. I am not trying to trick you. I want you to be honest with me. Totally honest! You are disappointed sexually on occasion, those times when I am really not interested but just have sex to make my man happy. Right?" I said nothing. I could hear the mines ticking under my feet. I could see the thin antenna wine sticking above the surface just waiting for me to touch them, launching the mine to chest height before it exploded. "Answer me, honey. Please." I was looking for an evacuation helicopter. She shook her head in mock disgust. "Well, I am disappointed when I have sex when I really don't want to." The mines were ticking louder. My legs twitched as I fought the urge to jump to safety. She gave me a hard, but playful, swat on the chest. "Oh, relax! I am being very honest with you. I even know you have sex with other women occasionally. See. I am not hysterical." "I don't have . . . " She covered my mouth with her fingers. "Don't lie to me! I would rather you bring a woman here and fuck her in my bed than have you lie to me!" She roughly seized me in a long, deep and desperate kiss, then held me tightly, letting her own fears subside before she sat back to speak again. "Other women bother me for two reasons. I do not want her to steal you away. And, I am afraid of HIV . . . Say something! You still think I am trying to trick you, don't you? I am not. Please, Jack, help me by being honest." "Marcia, I am never disappointed in . . . " She gave me one those disapproving stares. Every man knows those stares which penetrate his soul. He has been receiving them since he was born. His mother started it. His grandmothers and aunts reinforced it. Then, sisters and girlfriends. But, his wife or significant other could always do it in the most devastating way. I found my tongue, but I was afraid I was losing my mind. Only a crazy man would really be honest in a situation like this. But, I spoke anyway. "Okay. I agree. I am disappointed on occasion and I can tell when you... well, when you don't want me." "Oh, Jack, I want you! I just don't want sex as much as you do. Can you understand that? Can you understand no matter how much I love you there are times I do not want sex, and there are times I just want to be alone, here, in my own little world?" I nodded as she stroked my head. "Well, then. My solution. You need more than one woman. That way . . . What is wrong?" "Marcia, I want to leave and go outside. I will take a deep breath, count to ten and come back. I think I have crossed into the Twilight Zone." "I am trying to be honest with you and think of what will make us both happy. I am not trying to trick you. Now, where was I. Oh, yes. You need more than one woman. That way you can have a happy, willing woman ready to make love to you all the time. I can have a night off. That will make us both happy. It makes sense, doesn't it?" Knowing full well this was a trick and I was going to die a painful death for my comment, I said it anyway. "Yes. It makes good sense." She laughed, an evil, hearty laugh as she tweaked my nipple through my shirt. "Scared shitless, lover?" "Yes. I am." "Don't be. I am being very straight with you." "Is that what Lorena Bobbitt said as she went into the kitchen for her knife?" She shook her head as though she was the female martyr suffering the dumb male as all women have always done. Then, she leaned into me, wrapped her arms around my neck so we were face to face. Her eyes were hot, piercing, the look she gets when she is thinking about sex. "Would you like that, Jack? Would you like more than one woman and have them always eager for you: hot and sweating, groaning under your powerful thrusts, quivering under you, begging to be fucked, like I am when I am rested?" She had not killed me yet. I decided to take her at her word and be honest. "Yes, I would like that." She set back with a smug but loving expression. "I knew you would. So, I have found them." "Them?" "The other women. Two of them. They are good friends of mine and they feel they way I do." "The way you do?" "Yes. The way I do." "Which is?" There those damn mines were again, ticking louder then ever. "I would rather have part of an exceptional man and lover than all of a mediocre one. But, I never want the downside of worrying about losing him." Marcia stood and pulled me up. "They feel the same way. So, we have agreed to share you. That way we all will know you are having sex with someone else, but we will know who they are and when you are with them. I know they will not steal you away. I know you will be satisfied sexually so the probability you will leave me for someone else is small. I can live with all that. In fact, I can live with it better then worrying about losing you all the time, which is what I do now." Suddenly, the mines stopped and the air smelled sweeter. Then, my adrenalin kicked in again and I was on full alert. "You are going to have dinner and spend the night with Susan in Unit 1066. She is waiting for you. I am going to do my hair. Tomorrow night, you have dinner and spend the night with Yvonne." She started guiding me towards the door. "Let me know how it turns out. If you do not like either of them, I have some others that would love to be part of the group." "Is Susan a hit woman for N.O.W.?" She laughed and patted my arm like a mother reassuring a child. "Have fun, baby. And, remember. I am sharing you, not giving you away. I do love you and want you." She kissed me and pushed me out the door. I stood there dumb as a stump as she clicked the bolt. Knowing full well I would either wake up from this dream in my own bed or I would be shot by the next woman who saw me, I wandered aimlessly to Unit 1066. I knocked and it immediately opened. I recognized Susan from the swimming pool when I came over to visit Marcia. She was mid- thirties, a little plump but with a lovely ass, pretty brown eyes, and a very shy, sweet smile. "Hi, Jack." "Susan, Hi. I, um . . . I . . . " "Please come in." She turned a bright red as she stepped back to let me enter. We stood in the front hall staring at each other, neither of us speaking. I heard the ticking again, but this time it came from a large clock in her hallway. "Jack, please, let's go straight to bed before I lose my courage." When I awakened the next morning with Susan curled in the crook of my arm, it took me a minute to realize where I was. Then, I thought more than a few minutes about how I got there. Marcia had sent me. Susan had taken me directly to her bed. I thought it all through again. It came out the same way. Either I was living in an alternate reality or Marcia, the woman I had been dating for a year, sent me to fuck Susan, her friend. Then, I thought about Susan. At first glance, I might bed Susan, but not have a long term relationship with her. But, after last night, I could see us together for a while. Susan had led me directly to her bedroom, turned out the lights and gotten in bed to undress. When I joined her, she was rigid. I cuddled and kissed her. It was like kissing an inflatable doll. "Jack?" she whispered. "Yes?" Silence as she breathed raggedly before speaking again. "Please . . . be forceful. I.... I.... I want this. Don't let me say no to you." I did as the lady wished to our mutual enjoyment. In the morning, I slipped out of bed to go to the bathroom. She was standing by the door waiting her turn when I finished. She hunched over, crossing herself with her arms in needless modesty as she padded back to bed. "Stop! Go back! Now, drop your arms. Let me see you." She gave a wide eyed, hesitant little shake of her head. "Would sweet Susan like her bottom warmed? I did not realize you enjoyed it that much last night." She turned a beet red, looking away from me in embarrassment. But, when she looked back at me, she could not hide the sexual desire in her face. "Well?" She covered herself and ran to bed, sliding in next to me. "I guess I get my bottom warmed, don't I?" she giggled shyly as she snuggled up to me. How we both made it to work on time, I will never know. Marcia called me about lunch. "Hello, lover boy. Have fun?" How the hell does a guy answer that question? "Marcia, I . . . " "... still think it is a trap of some kind. It isn't, although Susan told me I was crazy for letting another woman near you. Maybe I am. Anyway, she had, and, I quote, 'the most wonderful evening of my life'. The way she described you would make me want to bed you if I wasn't already doing it. Now, what are you suppose to remember?" "That you love me." "That is right! And, don't you ever forget it. Got a pencil? I will give you Yvonne's address." That night I arrived at Yvonne's bearing flowers. About forty-five, she was a tall, hyper blonde, very thin with short hair and no makeup to hide her freckles. She gave me a sexy grin and pulled me inside, kissing me hard with the door still open. "Monica was right. You are damn good looking," she said as she led me to her bedroom. She was wild, enthusiastic, energetic and demanding. Again, I awakened in a strange bed with a different woman. I was starting to like this. Monica called during the day and invited me to dinner that night. "I get you tonight, Jack. I hope you are up to me," she said with a laugh. When I knocked, Monica kissed me hotly at the door, hotter than I could remember from her in a long time. "Bed first, if that is all right with you." "Your decision," I replied. She led me to the bedroom where we made love more passionately than we had since our early days together. As she lay in my arms while we both recovered from our orgasms, I squeezed her hard. "You can always change your mind. We can go back to like we were." "No. I am happy with this. I will let you know if I change my mind." "All you have to do is tell me, baby. After all, this was your idea." She leaned back to focus on my face. Her expression was strong but playful. Her mouth had a little crooked smile. "But, it is an idea you like. Right?" What could I say? We dressed and quickly put dinner on the table. As we ate, we talked about us and Susan and Yvonne. The fear of being in a mine field returned, but, I was honest anyway. We heros are brave that way. "You made excellent choices. I like both of them." "I thought you would, but, I am glad to hear it. I have invited them over for dessert." She no sooner had said it than the door bell rang. The thought hit me that Marcia might feel differently actually seeing me with them. I kissed each one of them long and hard, as I had kissed her. If she objected, it did not show. It was strange at first, the four of us eating pie and drinking coffee together, but, the friendship of the three women for each other softened the atmosphere. It was obvious they had discussed this sharing arrangement long before it was mentioned to me. It was Yvonne who brought the issue out in the open. "Well, where do we go from here?" "He likes us," Monica replied. I reaffirmed that, telling them how much I had enjoyed the last three nights and how special each of them was. They all beamed from my comments which made me feel very good indeed. I beamed at their comments, too, although Susan did not comment. She smiled and blushed. They had a game plan. "Here is what we would suggest, Jack. Yvonne is going to move into this complex over the weekend. I have reserved a lovely two bedroom for you starting the first of the month. That way all of us will be close neighbors." "You won't even have to drive to get laid," Yvonne chortled, which made Marcia and me laugh and Susan blush. "Let us ladies arrange your social schedule. With very few exceptions, one of us will always be there for you. One condition. We want you have no one else but the three of us. Three should be plenty even for a big stud like you." "Did I detect some sarcasm there?" "No. She means it," Susan piped up before she turned crimson red realizing what she had said. "And, Jack romance us occasionally. Bring us flowers or candy. Have us to your place sometimes, or take us out." "How about two at a time?" Susan gasped. Yvonne laughed. "Don't press your luck," Marcia said as she gave me the evil eye. Six months later, things were going smoothly. We were over the bumps and I was living the life of a king with a harem. The good part is the harem liked it as much as I did. They did arrange the schedule. Once I had Susan for a weekend. Another time, it was Yvonne for three nights straight. I never complained. Really, there was nothing to complain about. Often, the four of us had dinner together, or played bridge, or went to a movie or concert. Yvonne did not like classical music. So, when she was out of town, Marcia, Susan and I went to the symphony. You get the idea. I did notice that Marcia always sat next to me and that little show of possessiveness pleased me. Then, I went to Susan's for dinner one night and Marcia was there, too. That had not happened before and I felt the adrenalin pumping again. "What is this? Is something wrong?" Susan blushed a bright red and mumbled. Marcia said it out loud. "We decided to give you two of us at once, Jack. You are a good man. You deserve it." The End Comments? E-mail address: ezriter@hotmail.com--====================987654321_0==_ Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----