Message-ID: <21384asstr$943222200@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <38384B72.504B8D7A@nls.net> From: Varangian X-Accept-Language: en Subject: {ASSM} Menage a Trois 8 (MFF, MF) Date: Sun, 21 Nov 1999 17:10:00 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: kelly, newsman This is chapter eight of twelve <1st attachment, "Menage a Trois. Chapter 8.txt" begin> Chapter Eight Weeks went by and Alice remained away, at home with her mother, although she telephoned us every day. He mother had cancer, she told us, and she could not get away for a single day. She didn't know how long she would be at home. The doctor tried to sooth her with false hopes, but Alice knew that her mother was dying. "She seems to be taking it well, as far one can tell from the tone of her voice," Molly said to me after hanging up the phone. "Our little girl must be feeling very desperate, however. First there was that freak-out about losing us, and now she is definitely losing her mother." "We'll have to be very sweet to her, when she returns," I suggested. "Shit, Tommy! You're such a fucking romantic!" Molly shouted. "No, Tommy, I'm sorry," she then stammered. "You're a tough guy, but you're too soft in your head about Alice and me. What if Alice lets herself get pregnant in some stupid search for security, because she knows that you would never abandon her in that case." "Alice is not that kind of person," I replied in a huff. "She'd do it out of despeation, out of a fear of being cut lose from us. She knows that we two are moving ahead, that we might go so far that we would leave her behind just because she can't keep up. She might give us a baby, Tommy, to slow us down, to hold us not by love but by responsibility." "If she does that," I said with a hopeless sigh, "we'll just have to accept it and work extra hard to move on. I can't cut her loose. Could you?" "I would be so pissed that I might even think of giving her a small slap on the back of her head. No, Tommy," Molly smiled into my face and palmed my cheek, "I could never let loose of Alice. It's bad enough for me that she's been away from us for just these few weeks." * * * "I've met an interesting couple," she told me one day in February, shortly before my twenty first birthday. "They're graduate students, doing economics Ph.D.s." The chill of her body shocked me a bit, when I embraced her. She had walked twenty minutes from campus to our house in subfreezing weather. "Did you actually meet them, or did you just stalk them," I asked, knowing the woman. "Well, I stalked them for a couple of days, and this morning I introduced myself to them. They're really fine people. We're having dinner at their place tomorrow evening." "I never turn down a free meal, Molly, but what's the catch?" "Actually, they both seemed to come on to me, and they pressed me to describe you in detail. I think that they're swingers." "So we're going to dinner tomorrow with a couple of swingers," I responded in a controlled explosion. "Let's go to a movie together instead." "They're really beautiful people, Tommy. They both have raven black, lustrous hair and pale, pretty faces. They're slender and about our height. They're very polite and well mannered. They're cultured." "Molly, I have no desire to frolic with strangers. You and Alice are all I need and want." "Tommy, dear," she said softly and cuddled to me, "when the three of us settle down and have children, we will be content with just each other. But now we're still young. Let's experience what's out there for awhile, what's available to us. You'll like Sara. She's stunning." "And you'll enjoy Sara's husband, I assume." "Yes, Tommy, and Sara too, I hope." * * * It was an older apartment building, perhaps ten stories high, very elegant and up scale with a doorman, who rather disdainfully told me where I could park my old car. The lobby inside shimmered with marble and bronze, and real flowers were placed here and there, some potted, some cut. The doorman, who somehow knew our names, summoned the elevator and took us up in its plush interior to the penthouse. "Molly!" a beautiful woman exclaimed, when she opened the door to us. She was not much older than I, but she seemed to be more of an adult. "And this must be Thomas," she beamed grandly at me, presenting a hand, which I shook, although I think that she expected me to kiss it. "I'm delighted to meet you, Thomas," she said in a rehearsed manner. "Molly has told us so much about you." The second part of "us" soon appeared, a handsome guy whose facial features resembled his wife's. "Hi, Tom," the man said with a smile, and he presented a hand which was meant to be shook. I tried to be suave, but stammered through the introductions. The two of them were as beautiful as Molly had described them, but they were so at ease, so in control of the situation, that I felt almost like a child before them, although they were only in their mid twenties. Their penthouse was lush, expensive and very tastefully laid out. Their names were Sara and Jack Grandin, and Sara immediately took charge of me, leading me into the large main room, toward one of the couches. "Let me get you something to drink," she said as she invited me to sit down. "I have white wine, simple Napa stuff, but maybe you would like something stronger." "The wine will do," I responded with a smile, although I would have been more comfortable with a can of Coke. The lovely woman went away and soon reappeared with a tray of cheese and elegant crackers along with two large glasses of wine. She placed them on the low table in front of the couch and then sat down next to me. I looked across the room and watched Jack sitting on another couch with Molly. She was giggling at something he had just said. I knew for a fact that we were there to fuck, but it was all so elegant, so civilized. "You seem to be a bit tense, Thomas," Sara purred, her pale, beautiful face turned to mine, her eyes startling blue, capturing me. I was at a loss. I didn't know how to behave in that situation. I felt like a fool in front of the gorgeous woman. For a moment I wanted to get Molly and leave the place, to go back to our world, where I was always at ease and in charge. Sara took the glass from my hand and placed it on the table, her gaze never leaving my face. She had about her a slight aroma of lavender. "Relax, Tommy," she whispered as she leaned against me, her hand on my chest. She kissed me. I glanced desperately across the room, as I kissed back, but Molly and Jack were gone. I gave myself up to the opportunity, clutched the beautiful woman to me, palmed a modest breast and heard myself say slyly "What's for dinner?" Sara giggled and said "You can feast on me, Tommy" I heard Molly emit playful yells from behind a bedroom door. Sara grasped my hand, pulling me up from the couch with her, and we actually ran, trotted to a bedroom, where we disrobed chaotically, clutching to each other, yet wanting to take off more of our clothes at the same time. We were soon naked on the bed, kissing. Sara ran her hand down my body and discovered my apparatus. "Oh, my God!" she exclaimed, a quaver in her voice. I licked and sucked her in foreplay as my hands explored her exquisite flesh, giving her a couple of quivering orgasms. "Don't hurt me," she implored in a ragged voice as I mounted her and then plunged myself into her, meeting at first, unexpectedly, a familiar resistance. "Tommy!" she screamed in obvious pain, yet she pushed back at my thrusts, sobbing all the while as I hurried my self to pleasure. I got off of her body quickly, when I was finished, and I cuddled her to me, cooing to her, trying to quiet her sobs with my kisses, all the while wondering how this married woman could have been a virgin. "Jack's my brother," she explained, after she calmed, snuggling her body to mine, "my twin. We never went all the way." * * * I did not penetrate the lovely young woman again that night, because I knew that she was sore, although I pleasured her with my fingers and tongue several times. She found me agreeable and would not be apart from me. She licked on me, but her mouth was too small to do very much with my fat cock. She could get it in, but it stretched her mouth uncomfortably. Her face was so different from Molly's blondness, I noticed more than once as I embraced her in the dim light, so pale in contrast to the raven black of her hair. She was a stranger to me, yet we were lovers for the moment. "Do you still hurt," I asked, whispering into her ear as I held her to me. "Yes, I'm sore, but you can do it again, if you want." "No, I don't want to hurt you." "You may if you want," she said in sly invitation. We slept through the night, my body cupped to hers. When the birds began to chirp, just before dawn, I climbed upon her and she became fully awake. She spread her legs widely, wanting me, and we did it slowly, then faster, as she directed me, achieving an orgasm despite her discomfort. Sara would not let go of me, and I truly did not want to be free of her. In the stark light of the morning I gazed at her pale, beautiful face, and she stared back at me, her face alive with wonder. "It was beautiful, Tommy, absolutely beautiful, although I'm really sore now," she murmured into my ear as we showered, clutched together under the warm, pelting spray. * * * We sat that morning around the kitchen table, a glass top set on a black, iron frame. We were famished, because we never did have dinner the evening before. Molly and Sara were fussing at the stove, preparing hash and eggs. "I heard my sister cry in pain last night," Jack said softly, looking into my face without the least rancor. "Yes," I replied. "I'm very sorry, but she forgave me." "And so do I," he smiled. "I could never do it, although we often got very close. I would always back off, because I could not bear hurting her in the least way." "After a few days her soreness will go away," I observed. "Yes, I know. I can hardly wait. Tom, I'm profoundly grateful to you and to Molly." "Molly?" "Yes. I was a virgin until last night. In fact, except for Sara, I had never before touched a woman sexually, although I have had a number of homosexual experiences. Have you?" "No," I replied, keeping my temper. "I don't find male bodies at all attractive." "Yes, I know what you mean. I had to give it up when I was about sixteen, when I became too old to attract hairless boys." Molly then came over to the table and put her arms around Jack's neck from behind, snuggling her head to his. He licked on her smooth forearm. The two of them had a genuine affection for each other, I noticed, but I was not jealous. "Guys, go get your food. We're not going to wait on you." * * * We drove to campus that Monday morning to catch our ten o'clock classes. It would be an impatient wait until Friday afternoon, when we would rejoin Jack and Sara for the weekend, and for what Jack described as "something special", as he and Sara bid us good-bye at the elevator door. Sara blushed, when he said that. "Isn't Jack a lovely person?" Molly remarked. "Yes, he is. "I noticed your affection for him this morning." "You'll always occupy the top rung of my love ladder, Tommy," she said and snuggled to me as I drove. "But will you let me fall in love with him? I need your approval. I want to just let myself go and love him without guilt." "I don't think that Alice would approve of what we're about." "Alice is not here, Tommy. And these kinds of affairs only last a couple of weeks or so." "How do you know that?" You're rather inexperienced in these matters." "I've read about this in romance novels, when I was fourteen years old." "Well I suppose we can afford to have a fling, and I will let myself go with Sara, because I know for certain that they're no threat to our marriage. It's hard to imagine it, but their bond is even tighter than ours." "Ya, I know. It's almost spooky. Were you surprised to find out that she was a virgin? We heard her cry, and Jack got very upset. He cried too. He sobbed like a baby." "I was astounded. I was already inside of her before I realized that I had ripped her hymen. I pushed at her, not expecting to meet an obstruction, and I just broke through. She's a brave girl. She pushed back and wouldn't let me stop until I came. "I remember when you did it to me, darling. I'll always remember that as something precious, although I almost died from the pain you caused with that monster of yours." * * * Time dragged. Friday could not come too soon. It was not that we were horny or sexually deprived, because Molly and I fucked twice a day that week, more often than usual. We were eager to touch and feel again the bodies of our new lovers, to let ourselves go and fall in love. It was an emotional as much as a physical yearning that resented the clock's slow ticking. Then, finally, it was late Friday afternoon. We showered together, washing each other lovingly, arousingly, but not going all the way, because we wanted to save it for Sara and Jack. We kissed and snuggled under the warm spray, trading love words and phrases, committing ourselves to each other forever, once again, preparing ourselves to go and fall in love with two beautiful other persons, who were almost strangers. We would not have been allowed to do it, had Alice been there, although we didn't really feel that we were cheating on her. * * * "Hi," Sara smiled a grand hello, when she opened the door to us. She offered herself to me for a kiss as we stood in the doorway, and I took her into my arms to taste her lips and tongue. When we eventually stood apart, she looked nervously at Molly. "I need to know, before I make a fool of my self," she said cryptically, gazing into Molly's beautiful face. Molly knew the code. She embraced Sara, who responded with a sigh. They kissed passionately, each of them fondling a breast of the other, as if to communicate their willingness to go all the way. Jack came to the door as the girls were engaged in their unspoken promises of lesbian pleasure to be experienced sometime that weekend. He did not offer his hand to shake, but stood beside me and put his arm around my shoulder in a very familiar way as we watched the girls continue with the kissing and fondling. I did not get angry or move away from him, but I intended to tell him politely, later, that I was not at all interested in what I thought he had in mind. "Come, let's go inside," Jack suggested, when the girls separated to catch their breaths. With the door closed behind us Sara and I went hand in hand into the living room, while Jack and Molly kissed in the hallway. "Let me take that," Sara said and grabbed hold of our overnight bag, which she deposited in a bedroom. When she returned, all four of us stood for a moment, awkwardly, in the middle of the room. "Let's start with a couple of drinks," Jack announced with a smile, "and then we'll have a light supper that Sara has prepared. I have both vodka and gin for martinis, Tom, or would you prefer whisky?" "To tell the truth, Jack, I've never had anything stronger than beer in my entire life, and then only a single sip of that." "I don't intend to turn you into a sot, Tom," he said as he turned to fuss at the bar. "Consider this a ceremonial libation, because we are tonight going to engage in a ceremony, a most important one. You and Molly are to attend the consummation of my marriage to my sister Sara." Sara blushed demurely and squeezed my hand, as Jack presented us with a tray of vodka martinis. I accepted one and sipped cautiously at the strange liquid. We stood in a group nervously trying to make small talk and behave like civilized persons, but our hands seemed to roam and touch one another. Jack again had a hand on my shoulder and another on the back of Molly's neck, who was stroking Sara's cheek, looking excitedly into her pretty face. Sara held my hand. "We have all weekend, people," Jack announced with a sigh and let his arms fall to his side. "Let me refill your glasses, because I want to offer a toast. Then we can eat." The scene was so grand and foreign to my simple experience. It was as if it were rehersed before hand on a stage by practiced actors. When he finished pouring, he held up his glass and said "I salute the lovely Sara, my twin, my beloved wife, who has always been first in my heart and shall be for eternity, with whom I shared our first orgasms at age eleven, whom I shall penetrate this evening for the first time with our dear friends, Molly and Thomas, in attendance to witness the holy act, to serve, as it were, as best man and bride's maid." We tossed down our drinks in a swallow. "Don't smash the crystal," Jack cautioned. "We're not Greeks." We then gathered at a buffet where there was an array of cold foods, including shrimp and caviar. Jack pressed a third drink on me, but I scarcely touched it, because I was already feeling a bit giddy, as was Molly who fell into a giggle fit. "It's time," Jack announced. Sara immediately went into a bedroom and shut the door. Jack fetched a silk sheet from a closet which he spread on a low, armless couch. He arranged two arm chairs at either side of the couch. "These are for the witnesses," he said, nodding to us. "Please, undress and sit down. I'll be back shortly." He went into another bedroom. Molly began to giggle again, perhaps in embarrassment, but we were obedient and stripped naked. After a few moments Jack came out of his bedroom clad in a long silk gown which was held closed by a belt. He went to the door of the other bedroom and knocked lightly. It opened and Sara came out. She had let down her raven hair. Her solemn, pale face was unadorned by any make up. She too was clad in a white, silk gown, this one with buttons down the front. Jack led Sara to the foot of the couch, between our two chairs and began slowly to unbutton her gown as the girl stood impassively with her eyes closed. When he was finished he pushed the garment off her shoulders and it fell to the floor, leaving Sara beautifully naked. Jack undid his belt and shrugged off his own robe. His erect penis was of average length and girth, and it was just inches away from my face. Jack assisted Sara to recline on the couch, which was low enough that when her feet were flat on the floor, her knees were raised upward at an angle. He clutched a bare knee to his cheek and then licked her inner right thigh. There were tears in his eyes. He knelt between the woman's legs, who was breathing irregularly in anticipation of something wonderful. Jack positioned his cock and moved slightly forward, penetrating his lover and then lowering his body to hers. They kissed as they fucked, the most beautiful way to perform the act. The noise of their excitement began from the very moment of penetration, because it was caused largely by a profound emotional release. The duet ended, too soon, in a crescendo of ecstasy. Jack then got to his feet and gestured to me. "Please," he said, nodding at Sara, who still lay on the couch, semen oozing from her onto the sheet below. I got onto my knees between her legs and fucked her ceremoniously, loving the sight of her and kissing her lips as I came. When I got up, Sara rose with me, clinging to my arm. Jack then motioned to Molly, who understood what was expected of her. She lay on the couch with her feet on the floor, her legs spread widely, and Jack urged me to take my wife. My cock was still hard enough to penetrate her, and in a few strokes it grew rigid. We fucked with our heads together, whispering love words. After Molly cried out in orgasm for a second time, I withdrew from her, because I realized that I would not come again so soon after my first discharge, despite the fact that something inside my wife that gripped the head of my cock. Jack then took my place, bringing Molly off twice more, fucking her until he came again. Molly got up from the couch, semen running down an inner thigh, and clutched weakly to Jack for support. Jack led her to a bed room, with Sara and me following, the girl clinging to me. Inside was a very large bed upon which we all lay in a pile in the dark, where we would spend the night making love, each with every one else, where I would suck cock for the first time and not feel ashamed about it. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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