And Then There Were Three (9 page)

“Come to us,” I said as I covered Nicole’s
lips with mine. We lay entangled with each other as we motioned for
Mark to join us. He undressed slowly driving us both crazy. We
needed him to touch us immediately. Mark removed the last remnants
of his clothes and slid onto the bed placing his hand on my back. I
was atop Nicole as we pulled him to join us. We plied him with
kisses laced with our comingled juices as he moaned appreciatively.
I slithered to one side and Nicole remained on the other side. His
head moved feverishly back and forth kissing us both. Our soft
hands took possession of his arousal, alternating our now familiar
rhythm. Mark’s body lifted several inches off the bed as we took
turns stroking him. As if rehearsed, and it most certainly wasn’t,
we both lowered to have our way with him. Together we sucked,
licked, and teased his hardness as he, I am sure, died and went to
heaven. We managed everything between his legs as he begged us to
slow down. The look of pure lust permeating our faces indicated we
would not be begrudging him this request.

“I want you to feel my husband inside you,” I
demanded. I instructed Nicole to sit down on my husband’s
impressive erection. Nicole straddled Mark and my anticipation was
greater than his. I wanted another woman, without my violent
streak, to confirm what I have known these eighteen years. My
husband is a fantastic lay! Nicole mewed as she lowered herself
onto Mark. He grabbed at her hips, as her primed body, slid easily
down his hardened shaft. Taking a seat in the chair I gave them
their moment as Mark had done so kindly for me. Not one surge of
jealousy or anger coursed through my body as I watched my husband
make love to Nicole. I will say that I wanted so badly to join them
but I knew we had to each have our uninterrupted turn. It was some
kind of kinky confirmation that this was really real. Watching them
switch positions had me practically dripping wet. Mark lavished
copious amounts of attention on her body. It occurred to me that
this was how he made love to me. He truly loved Nicole, as he loved
me. The smile spreading across my face was laced with love and
happiness.

“Oh God Mark!” Nicole moaned as her legs
shook with her climax. Mark pulled out of Nicole and motioned for
me to join them once more. When I took my position next to them
they both dipped their heads between my quivering thighs. I cannot
and will never be able to describe the sensations I was feeling at
that very moment. Nicole took to kissing my mouth as Mark slid
effortlessly into me. Holding out for as long as he could Mark let
the omnipresent orgasm release inside me as I clenched around him
screaming his name. Three bodies on Nicole’s bed intertwined and
kissed before finally sleeping peaceably.

Time was truly relative as Nicole woke to
Mark and I making love. At some point in the night as I lay on my
side Mark slipped inside of me. Tenderly he kissed the back of my
neck as he moved in and out of me. I lifted my leg slightly to give
him more purchase as he increased his speed slightly. Our soft
moaning awoke Nicole who took the before mentioned seat and
watched. Mark gripped my breast as he pushed deep inside me. I
placed my hand on his muscular thigh encouraging him to move
faster. Our lips found each other as he brought my body to pure
ecstasy. Applying his weight to my body forced me to my stomach as
he continued to move inside me. I grabbed the pillow as he plowed
into me before pulling me to my knees. With my ass high in the air
he kept up his assault. When Mark was ready for round two he was
ready to go all night. I looked over to Nicole who was touching
herself as she watched Mark pound relentlessly into me.

“Get over here and get some,” Mark commanded.
Nicole rushed to the bed as Mark dragged her down. Mark and I took
turns tasting her as she practically begged for mercy. Uh-huh it’s
that intense!

“Get on your knees,” Mark commanded once
more. Nicole did as she was told and I knew where this was headed.
Mark pound into Nicole but with a little less effort than he
bestowed on me, unsure whether her demure frame could handle the
assault.

“Fuck me Mark,” she bellowed, much to our
joined surprise.

“You heard our woman, fuck her Mark,” I
instigated. Slipping off the bed I went into Nicole’s bathroom to
run a bubble bath. I knew that Mark was going to want to come after
he had thoroughly given us both the business. The sound of Nicole
and Mark’s moaning, as their flesh slapped against each other was
so fucking hot. I finally separated my two lovers and we
reconnected beneath the bubbles. Nicole took her place on Mark’s
lap and began to ride him slowly. Mark and I kissed as Nicole’s
free hand massaged my special spot. Mark pinched and pulled on my
erect nipples as we neared our climax. Mark released his hold on me
to grip Nicole’s hips as he spilled into her for the first time. I
stood in front of Nicole as she licked my spot into absolute
submission. The three of us sat under the bubbles completely
sated.

“That was fucking amazing,” I responded
first. The other two shook their head in unison. With that
admission the conversational floodgates opened and we talked about
the lovemaking. We had a pretty good idea of what we liked and what
we wanted. Once that business was settled we washed, with casual
conversation as we changed the destroyed sheets on Nicole’s bed.
Eventually we settled down for sleep. The children were at their
grandparent’s house for the weekend. We planned to use this time to
make sure that we were not only sexually compatible but that we
wanted to make this official on some level. Mark and I were
struggling with introducing Nicole to our other children and slowly
incorporating her new role in our life. The thought of seeing her a
few times a week neither appealed to us nor would sate our appetite
to be around this woman. After tonight we would want more, not just
sex, but as our equal partner.

Early the next morning Nicole and I were in
her small kitchen making breakfast. If I am being honest we were
making out more than we were making breakfast. Mark leaned against
the wall enjoying the visual of his two women making out in the
kitchen.

“Good morning beautifuls,” Mark said smiling
broadly. I have it on good authority from my husband that what
happened the previous night was much more than sex. It confirmed
his feelings for Nicole without interrupting the long-standing
feelings he had for me. Nicole and I were practically beaming with
lust as we both invited him to join us. Mark provided us with
individual kisses and then simultaneously caressed our cheeks.

“I love you both,” he retorted easily.

“We love you too husband,” we responded
unanimously. Breakfast reconvened as we talked about our day. The
kids were in need of some specific clothes for school so we decided
to do some shopping after getting dressed.

It was hard inside the expansive mall to not
hold hands with both my loves. I would hold Mark’s hand for a while
and then hold Nicole’s hand. Sometimes they would hold hands while
I perused a rack of clothes. Nicole and I decided to make Mark
watch our fashion show as we tried on different outfits in a
boutique. Mark was in heaven when we tried on leather dresses.
Nicole selected a white leather sleeveless dress with a black front
leather panel over her breasts. The short length of the dress
accentuated her long dancer’s legs. I walked out of the dressing
room with the contrasting leather dress. The black long sleeve
leather dress hugged my curvaceous figure with a white panel
revealing my ample cleavage.

“Sold,” Mark exclaimed pulling out his
wallet. We both giggled as the saleswoman looked at us trying to
figure out our situation. In the end she shrugged it off this
looked like a three-figure commission. We settled on the leather
dresses, two pair of shoes, and several other outfits courtesy of
my husband. It was funny when men would try to hit on us how Mark
proudly claimed us both. A few men shook his hand or shook their
heads in disgust, more at his greed than the situation. Mark was
not comfortably stepping into his role as pimp either, if that’s
what you were thinking. These were the only ladies he had ever
loved in his life and he wanted men to know they were both off
limits.

“Excuse me you are Nicole right?” A tall
attractive man asked Nicole while she searched for dancing gear.
Mark and I were in another store nearby getting the kids
clothes.

“Um yes. Who are you?” Nicole asked looking
around nervously.

“My daughter Danielle is in your dance class.
I am her father Marcel,” he replied extending his hand. Marcel
dropped his daughter off a few times, taking in the lovely Nicole
but usually he was in such a rush he never had time to make proper
introductions.

“Oh Mr. Hunter, so nice to see you.” Nicole
shook his hand remembering the busy father.

“I was looking for the blue leotard for
Danielle that you requested for the next performance.” Nicole held
up her hand to indicate she had purchased several of those very
leotards. Nicole pointed out where the leotards were located in the
store before making her way to the stocking section. Once she made
her final selections she took her place in the short line. Mr.
Hunter was behind her with the blue leotard and dancing tights.

“I hope this isn’t too forward of me Miss
Nicole, but I was wondering if you would have dinner with me
sometime?” Marcel asked his voice a bit shakier than normal. Since
his divorce he had no problem asking and receiving dates with
women. Nicole gave him a pleasant smile before indicating she did
not think that would be a good idea.

“I am very flattered Mr. Hunter but I am
currently seeing someone,” Nicole said giving him a bright but
direct smile. Nicole has since relayed that had he made a move on
her before I walked into her studio, she would have gladly taken
his invitation. Mark and I watched this exchange and together we
wondered if we were holding her back from finding her happily ever
after. Neither of us made a move to go inside the store, as we both
felt bad for loving her so much and wanting her to ourselves. When
she exited the store we both plastered fake smiles on our
faces.

After scoring the things the kids requested
we walked around the mall before hitting the food court for
lunch.

“Alright you two what is going on?” Nicole
asked lifting a fork of lettuce to her mouth. Mark and I both
shrugged like children not wanting to admit the source of our
discontent.

“We do not want to stop you from finding
something uh normal,” Mark managed to speak before I was able.

“What do you mean? This is what I want. I
want both of you.” Nicole smiled giving both our hands a reassuring
pat.

“We want this too but we saw the obvious
attraction between you and Danielle’s father. We do not want to
begrudge you a chance to find a man or a woman for that matter.” I
said those words and did not mean those words at all. Jealousy
coursed through my veins at the very thought and I fought to shake
off the green tinge.

“He is attractive but after last night if you
two think that I could find that elsewhere you are both sorely
mistaken. I want you Eva. I want you Mark.” Nicole said with an icy
edge to her voice that meant the matter was closed. Mark and I
shared a quick look and went back to our food. The matter was
closed. We were free to thwart any incoming romantic interests. I
cheered in my mind and the very thought brought a less green color
to my face. Polyamory was our new way of life.

Later on that night we went out to dinner and
dancing. We refrained from any intensive lovemaking after the
shopping trip. We were all severely sleep deprived. Nicole and I
put on our new leather dresses. Nicole rocked black high-heeled
shoes and I rocked the white high-heeled shoes. We both pulled our
hair into neat long ponytails. Mark insisted we pose for several
pictures to keep on his cell phone. Nicole and I goofily posed for
our impromptu photo shoot taking some sexy and silly pictures. Mark
chose the picture where we had our arms around each other’s waist
looking directly at him as his screensaver. In a black and white
Polo shirt and black jeans with his signature Kenneth Cole loafers,
Mark was looking delectable. Nicole and I knew we would be beating
the ladies off our man tonight.

The looks were a most entertaining aspect of
our evening. During dinner we ordered three different entrees and
wasted no time, sharing our individual entrees amongst each other.
Restaurant patrons were busy trying to figure out our relationship
dynamic. I figured we might as well get used to it, because we were
bad at pretending not to be in love. It was infectious the feelings
of love we generated as we fell into easy conversation.

“Try not to hurt us too bad on the dance
floor,” I implored as Mark helped us both into our light
jackets.

“Oh I am not buying that. You seem to have
forgotten that I have dance with Mark. I know for a fact he can
move on the dance floor. And if the bedroom is any indication, I am
sure you will keep up just fine Eva,” she said giving me a knowing
wink.

“We have taken a few dance lessons over the
years Nicole. Don’t buy this phony baloney act from Eva. We can cut
a rug,” Mark said as I try to shush him. Laughing we waited at the
valet for Mark’s truck to be brought around. Standing there Mark
snaked a hand around my waist and then Nicole. We stood waiting as
the remaining valet’s took in the scene. When the truck arrived
Mark opened the passenger front and back door for us both. He
quickly tipped the valet who expressed, “Some men have all the
luck.” Mark did his best to stifle his laugh as he slid behind the
wheel.

Inside the small nightclub frequented by
urban professionals Mark took us to the dance floor immediately.
Together we gyrated and danced on Mark as he worked his smooth
moves on us. A few people took notice but no one said anything
untoward. At the bar we managed to wrangle three seats at the end.
Mark sat in the middle initially with Nicole and I both placing a
protective hand on his thigh. I loved the feel of this thigh
muscles tensing as we both touched him.