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Samantha’s First Threesome
Gallery of Independent Artist’ Coalition.
I love my job. I lucked up and landed at this small, unique art gallery after college. I tried to make it as a sculptor and received a rude awakening. My private school education in art gets you exactly jack shit in the way of marketable skills in the real world. “Samantha, my Mother demurred, “it is time to grow up and get a real job.”
I was selling a piece at an upscale auction when I met Jonathan and his wife Maddie. They bid high. They bid very high by the looks on the chairman’s face as he collected the bids and sorted out the winner. My simple clay sculpt of The Magdalene With c***d went to the gentleman in the back: Jonathan. I spent the rest of the evening chatting with the couple. Later, I thought about the outrageous amount of money they paid. Later, after everything that happened, I wondered if, in a way, they had bought me too. Had they bid high to have me?
They needed an assistant curator at their gallery. My family was the most generous of donors. In the way these things happen in the art world, within two weeks, I was there. Sculpting clay cleaned from my hands and nose. Dark hair pulled back in a messy bun. Clothes and high heels that delighted my society mother. I worked at the gallery for three years before they brought me into their private world. Their sexy world of exhibitionism and me’nage a’ trois. They brought me in quietly, a small taste first. Then showed me everything. They showed me everything.
It is a Sunday in Summer. Any given Sunday except for what happened next. Jonathan returns from the gentleman’s room, sits down and logs back onto his computer. Maddie and I are sitting on the board room table bidding via phone for a painting at an out of town auction.
Maddie is beautiful. She is unexpectedly funny as hell for a lady in $500 heels and $200 perfume. We realize right away that our upbringing and education is similar. We graduated from the same private day school, though by the trick of chance, never met one another. I took a sabbatical from life, restless and barefoot in my clay studio until I was thirty. She ended up married and in Manolo Blahnik’s right out of college. Yet , here we both are. In this gallery. Twinning in nice clothes and expensive makeup. Dark and lush in our different way. Come close her beauty whispers. No, stay away mine seems to say.
Jonathan is friendly and kind. He isn’t the usual gallery owner. His executive work at the gallery is his day job so to speak. His real passion is his art. His own art. And he is good. He is a painter. His work going for hundreds of dollars, hanging on the walls of lawyers’ offices and the homes of wealthy doctors.
So, here the three of us are, any given Sunday . I noticed that he has inadvertently left his fly open after returning from the bathroom and I can see his dick. I don’t know what to say.
Wow. I mean just wow. My boss his hung like a fucking porn star, I think crudely before I can edit my own thoughts. To be honest, I had thought about it before. I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t this. I mean, he’s just an everyday guy really. Instantly my mouth waters at the thought of that dick in my mouth. Lick and suck, hands and tongue. Yum. I can’t look away, and he catches me staring. I lick my lips and blink very slowly, like a cat. I’m caught. He knows I see. He knows I like what I see. Oh. My. God. He meant to show me himself. This is no accident.
We three work companionably together through the afternoon. Jonathan strokes himself a few times for me, never looking up . He is hard in his own hand and huge and I just can’t keep my eyes away. He doesn’t masturbate. He is sliding his fingers down and around his penis. He gives the lightest touch to the under rim of the head of his dick. He edges it round and round. Under and over. Under and over. Again and again.
He zips his pants hours later and leaves kissing Maddie, wishing me a nice evening. I think maybe I imagined the whole thing. Maybe it was an accident. Maybe he really didn’t know he left his fly open and I could see his whole cock. No. No way. He saw me watching.
Holy Shit! My rational brain kicks in. Maddie! What if she saw that? What would she say? Think? Do? What the fucking hell was I thinking watching him like that? I should have turned away. She is going kill me. Fire me.
She isn’t angry though. She slides a twinkling side eye at me and gives me a sly smile. Oh yes, she saw that. She liked that. It got her hot too. She saw that and she liked it. I never asked if they planned it together. This was my spoon fed taste. This was how it began.
Afterward, Maddie is more and more friendly to me. Jonathan always nice, is even more open and jocular.
I’m a pretty girl. I know this. I have an hourglass figure. Huge boobs and a small waist. I have long dark hair, usually back in an easy bun. Dark eyes and smooth white skin. I have never had trouble attracting men. I am nothing compared to Jonathan’s classy, put together wife. She is beautiful. She is striking. She is like a brunette Tinkerbell. Her skin is like an opal. Clear and pale with a beautiful high rosy natural blush. When she laughs her dark eyes basically twinkle like stars. She blushes when she is embarrassed.
It is sexy and sweet that blush. She flushes pink all down her chest. How many times have I imagined just how far down that blush goes. All the way to her nipples I am sure. How many times have I wanted to put my lips there. Put my lips on her and nip that flesh?
Weeks after the first time Jonathan left his pants open and showed me his cock they do something so daring I gasp when I realize it is going on. We are in the fucking board room during a foundation meeting with several donors. They have scooted closer to each other at the table, as talk of business is settled and the conversation turns to small talk. The mundane. Jonathan’s adult son is away at college. He is doing well. What is for dinner that night. He is fishing with his brother tomorrow. Who is grilling out. Who is dining out. Who is golfing on Saturday. They don’t skip a beat making polite conversation with the seven or so people in the room. Under the table Maddie slides her skirt up. High up. I can see everything. Ah, I think, she keeps herself bare.
He starts on her then. Moves his hand gently up Maddie’s naked leg. Inside on the smoothest, palest part of her upper thigh. I see that flush on her, and goosebumps sweep and raise on her arms. Higher and higher he goes, taking his time reaching her pussy. I can’t look away. I want to see this too. I want to see it all.
They betray nothing when he clearly slips one finger, then two, inside her. I bet she is warm and wet. I bet she is screaming inside. He isn’t even touching me and I’m almost screaming inside. Anyone of these people could see too, but no one seems to notice. This show is an exhibit. An exhibition. This is for me.
I know his fingers are moving inside of her. Inside and out. Inside and out . Soft, fast, slow. His thumb finds the tiny bundle of nerves inside her and I see Maddie breath in heavy and slow. She sits up a bit straighter in her chair, her voice never changes but I know he has found the center of her. Made her cum in front of all these strangers and no one saw anything. He looks dead at me and licks his fingers.
I’m crazy inside. I excuse myself. I almost go to the bathroom but something about the dangerous edge to what I have just seen makes me stop. I slip into a cool hallway of paintings. I am a sensualist. The colors and scents of oils and tempra , stretched canvas and watercolors excite me even more. The light and shadow of the room feed me. I lean against the wall , my fingers finding myself quickly and quietly I masturbate. One finger, two, my thumb . I find my own center of nerves inside. I’ve always had a fetish for my asshole. God knows why. I must bend over to reach behind with the other hand. I work myself with my fingers , with my other hand, I slip a finger inside my ass. My orgasm comes. It is a wild burst of color behind my eyes and shaking in my stomach.
I hear them in the hallway, get my clothes straightened just in time. Breezing out , I pass Jonathan and he catches my eye. Instantly I know. He must have been on the other side of the entrance. He was listening as I bit back any sound of my pleasure.
Threesome
Something Maddie told me:
Triolsme is the correct word for a sexual threesome in French.
A Menage a Trois describes a domestic situation involving three people. To make a home among three people either sexual or not.
“Would you like to come to dinner,” she says, on Friday?”
“Sure, I would love to.” I was about to be well and truly invited inside their world.
Over dinner at a genuine Italian restaurant, surrounded local mafia capo’s and little Italian grandma’s she told me their informal “rules.”
We only bring women into our lives that we both agree on. Beforehand.
We never, ever do things without the other present.
I’m into pleasing my husband. It gets me off to see him hot. If he wants another woman… I like to watch his face when he cums. I like the happiness I see there.
“ Some women just don’t get it,” she says. The power you have over your man when you give him what he wants…” And then: “Its important that you know, we don’t swing. We choose. We are private. We choose carefully.”
“So we agreed,” she finished, “we want you. We wanted you from the moment we saw you.”
Want. Unmistakable in its meaning. Want. Desire. Lust.
“Can we trust you?” She asked, already without suspicion or doubt.
“You, I said, the words stumbling out of my mouth, “ you can trust me.”
A phrase from catchecism comes to me. Latin: Dictum meum panctum. My word is my bond. And that was it. In a moments word, the three of us became lovers in word in not yet deed. Whether I had been bought or not,I had certainly been picked and chosen. I could walk away right now. I didn’t want too.
I realized that Jonathan has a fetish for exhibitionism. Not a pathological paraphilia. He isn’t going around exposing himself to k**s or anyone for that matter. I realize that exposing himself to me that day was after careful consideration. After years of getting to know me. He and Maddie had talked it over and made an educated gamble. They placed a bid on my desire and won. Jonathan does it quietly, things that could easily be taken as an accident.
I have never admitted it to myself but so do I.
Leave a button undone on my blouse. My breasts showing. I fucked someone once out in the open on the picnic tables at the park. I loved that. Once, I fucked the owner of a restaurant after hours, in the dead heat of Indian summer. We fucked hard and fast right on the floor. The wait staff was still cleaning the kitchen. Anybody could have walked in. I loved that too. Oh, how I loved that.
The very first time we were all together it was at their house. I think, they knew how nervous I was. For this, more privacy would make me comfortable. The house was private. We ate dinner and settled into the living room. Drinking wine and talking. It was so simple and easy. There was a shifting of energy and conversation in the room. Sexual energy was present like ozone in the air before a thunderstorm. I felt heavy with desire and sexuality.
Jonathan looked at me and held his hand out to me. Come. I kneeled in front of him as he sat on the couch. Moving closer to her husband on the couch, her eyes swept over me. It’s ok her eyes told me. Unspoken between us, communicating the way women can: It’s alright. We aren’t doing anything wrong.
I kneeled on the floor like a supplicant in front of Jonathan. I took him in my mouth and instinctively knew what he liked. What would bring him to come in my mouth within minutes. I took him in , whole. I wasn’t shy. I grasped my hand around his penis and went up and down. In and out my tongue swirling and licking him My mouth ever so slightly sucking on him. Mostly it was the rhythm of my mouth and tongue and hand that was driving him crazy.
I remembered what I had seen him do that first day with the edge of his cock. I took my tongue and flicked in and out around and under the edge of his penis head. I tasted the sweetness of his pre-cum in my mouth. If he had unknowingly schooled me in his tastes, the student became the master that night. Gently. Gently I put my thumb inside of asshole, not far. Just around the rim. My rhythm there a match to what my tongue was doing to him on his dick.
The entire time he had been holding Maddie’s hand. She was watching our show. This show was as much for her as it was for him. She sat quickly on her husband’s lap. Her bare pussy on his belly sliding and riding him. My mouth suddenly on her and him both. Her from behind. My tongue moved from his dick to her asshole. My hand still on Jonathan’s dick. They kissed deeply and hard. Lips and tongue moving in a symphony of knowing. A knowing that only lovers who have had each other many times can share. The excitement heightened by the knowledge that a new partner had joined to play.
He warned me when he came, maybe so I could pull away. Oh, but I didn’t. I stayed with him and took all his cum in my mouth. Madie said “don’t swallow…wait. Wait."
She kissed me then. We exchanged Jonathan’s cum from me to her. Then turned her mouth to her husband and gave him his own cum to swallow down. She arched her back and came loud. So different from the quiet shatter in the boardroom that day. I cupped her breasts in my hands from behind. She relaxed into me as I held her in an embrace.
“Now”, she said “what about you?”
What about me? I thought. I had never had a threesome. What happened next? Maddie whispered something into my ear, a murmuring permission. “Yes” she said. “Absolutely, yes.” She left the room. Jonathan and I were alone.
He was ready again in moments. From behind he took me on the floor with the French doors open to the rainy evening. I orgasmed in a slippery burst of my own slick and wet. I urged him not to be gentle and not to cum yet. Please, No. Do not be gentle with me. I want all of you.
I came and came again. Once. Twice. A third time. He took me so hard but he didn’t hurt me. He had been hard but very careful with me. I lay exhausted on the floor. In the rain and dark we slept. The pleasant smell of clean sex and pleasure around us like a gravity blanket. Maddie came in and lay between us on the floor near the fireplace. I had never had a threesome before, I was coming into this adventure later in life, I knew. I didn’t know what would come next. What comes next, I wondered?
We were back to work on Monday like any given day. Over the days, weeks, months and years that followed that first time, we stretched our limits of daring, simple sexuality turned to deep intimacy. We three came to love one another. Our love and consideration for each other made us outrageous is the lengths we would go to please one another. Eventually I moved in with Jonathan and Maddie…our threesome …or triolsme turning to a true me’nage a’ trois in the French way.
We continued to run the gallery as a trio of equal partners. Our threesome on display for anyone to see ; if only they looked. No one ever saw a thing. They had bid high and we had all won.
© 2018 BHL/ writing as wvpeacelilly
Gallery of Independent Artist’ Coalition.
I love my job. I lucked up and landed at this small, unique art gallery after college. I tried to make it as a sculptor and received a rude awakening. My private school education in art gets you exactly jack shit in the way of marketable skills in the real world. “Samantha, my Mother demurred, “it is time to grow up and get a real job.”
I was selling a piece at an upscale auction when I met Jonathan and his wife Maddie. They bid high. They bid very high by the looks on the chairman’s face as he collected the bids and sorted out the winner. My simple clay sculpt of The Magdalene With c***d went to the gentleman in the back: Jonathan. I spent the rest of the evening chatting with the couple. Later, I thought about the outrageous amount of money they paid. Later, after everything that happened, I wondered if, in a way, they had bought me too. Had they bid high to have me?
They needed an assistant curator at their gallery. My family was the most generous of donors. In the way these things happen in the art world, within two weeks, I was there. Sculpting clay cleaned from my hands and nose. Dark hair pulled back in a messy bun. Clothes and high heels that delighted my society mother. I worked at the gallery for three years before they brought me into their private world. Their sexy world of exhibitionism and me’nage a’ trois. They brought me in quietly, a small taste first. Then showed me everything. They showed me everything.
It is a Sunday in Summer. Any given Sunday except for what happened next. Jonathan returns from the gentleman’s room, sits down and logs back onto his computer. Maddie and I are sitting on the board room table bidding via phone for a painting at an out of town auction.
Maddie is beautiful. She is unexpectedly funny as hell for a lady in $500 heels and $200 perfume. We realize right away that our upbringing and education is similar. We graduated from the same private day school, though by the trick of chance, never met one another. I took a sabbatical from life, restless and barefoot in my clay studio until I was thirty. She ended up married and in Manolo Blahnik’s right out of college. Yet , here we both are. In this gallery. Twinning in nice clothes and expensive makeup. Dark and lush in our different way. Come close her beauty whispers. No, stay away mine seems to say.
Jonathan is friendly and kind. He isn’t the usual gallery owner. His executive work at the gallery is his day job so to speak. His real passion is his art. His own art. And he is good. He is a painter. His work going for hundreds of dollars, hanging on the walls of lawyers’ offices and the homes of wealthy doctors.
So, here the three of us are, any given Sunday . I noticed that he has inadvertently left his fly open after returning from the bathroom and I can see his dick. I don’t know what to say.
Wow. I mean just wow. My boss his hung like a fucking porn star, I think crudely before I can edit my own thoughts. To be honest, I had thought about it before. I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t this. I mean, he’s just an everyday guy really. Instantly my mouth waters at the thought of that dick in my mouth. Lick and suck, hands and tongue. Yum. I can’t look away, and he catches me staring. I lick my lips and blink very slowly, like a cat. I’m caught. He knows I see. He knows I like what I see. Oh. My. God. He meant to show me himself. This is no accident.
We three work companionably together through the afternoon. Jonathan strokes himself a few times for me, never looking up . He is hard in his own hand and huge and I just can’t keep my eyes away. He doesn’t masturbate. He is sliding his fingers down and around his penis. He gives the lightest touch to the under rim of the head of his dick. He edges it round and round. Under and over. Under and over. Again and again.
He zips his pants hours later and leaves kissing Maddie, wishing me a nice evening. I think maybe I imagined the whole thing. Maybe it was an accident. Maybe he really didn’t know he left his fly open and I could see his whole cock. No. No way. He saw me watching.
Holy Shit! My rational brain kicks in. Maddie! What if she saw that? What would she say? Think? Do? What the fucking hell was I thinking watching him like that? I should have turned away. She is going kill me. Fire me.
She isn’t angry though. She slides a twinkling side eye at me and gives me a sly smile. Oh yes, she saw that. She liked that. It got her hot too. She saw that and she liked it. I never asked if they planned it together. This was my spoon fed taste. This was how it began.
Afterward, Maddie is more and more friendly to me. Jonathan always nice, is even more open and jocular.
I’m a pretty girl. I know this. I have an hourglass figure. Huge boobs and a small waist. I have long dark hair, usually back in an easy bun. Dark eyes and smooth white skin. I have never had trouble attracting men. I am nothing compared to Jonathan’s classy, put together wife. She is beautiful. She is striking. She is like a brunette Tinkerbell. Her skin is like an opal. Clear and pale with a beautiful high rosy natural blush. When she laughs her dark eyes basically twinkle like stars. She blushes when she is embarrassed.
It is sexy and sweet that blush. She flushes pink all down her chest. How many times have I imagined just how far down that blush goes. All the way to her nipples I am sure. How many times have I wanted to put my lips there. Put my lips on her and nip that flesh?
Weeks after the first time Jonathan left his pants open and showed me his cock they do something so daring I gasp when I realize it is going on. We are in the fucking board room during a foundation meeting with several donors. They have scooted closer to each other at the table, as talk of business is settled and the conversation turns to small talk. The mundane. Jonathan’s adult son is away at college. He is doing well. What is for dinner that night. He is fishing with his brother tomorrow. Who is grilling out. Who is dining out. Who is golfing on Saturday. They don’t skip a beat making polite conversation with the seven or so people in the room. Under the table Maddie slides her skirt up. High up. I can see everything. Ah, I think, she keeps herself bare.
He starts on her then. Moves his hand gently up Maddie’s naked leg. Inside on the smoothest, palest part of her upper thigh. I see that flush on her, and goosebumps sweep and raise on her arms. Higher and higher he goes, taking his time reaching her pussy. I can’t look away. I want to see this too. I want to see it all.
They betray nothing when he clearly slips one finger, then two, inside her. I bet she is warm and wet. I bet she is screaming inside. He isn’t even touching me and I’m almost screaming inside. Anyone of these people could see too, but no one seems to notice. This show is an exhibit. An exhibition. This is for me.
I know his fingers are moving inside of her. Inside and out. Inside and out . Soft, fast, slow. His thumb finds the tiny bundle of nerves inside her and I see Maddie breath in heavy and slow. She sits up a bit straighter in her chair, her voice never changes but I know he has found the center of her. Made her cum in front of all these strangers and no one saw anything. He looks dead at me and licks his fingers.
I’m crazy inside. I excuse myself. I almost go to the bathroom but something about the dangerous edge to what I have just seen makes me stop. I slip into a cool hallway of paintings. I am a sensualist. The colors and scents of oils and tempra , stretched canvas and watercolors excite me even more. The light and shadow of the room feed me. I lean against the wall , my fingers finding myself quickly and quietly I masturbate. One finger, two, my thumb . I find my own center of nerves inside. I’ve always had a fetish for my asshole. God knows why. I must bend over to reach behind with the other hand. I work myself with my fingers , with my other hand, I slip a finger inside my ass. My orgasm comes. It is a wild burst of color behind my eyes and shaking in my stomach.
I hear them in the hallway, get my clothes straightened just in time. Breezing out , I pass Jonathan and he catches my eye. Instantly I know. He must have been on the other side of the entrance. He was listening as I bit back any sound of my pleasure.
Threesome
Something Maddie told me:
Triolsme is the correct word for a sexual threesome in French.
A Menage a Trois describes a domestic situation involving three people. To make a home among three people either sexual or not.
“Would you like to come to dinner,” she says, on Friday?”
“Sure, I would love to.” I was about to be well and truly invited inside their world.
Over dinner at a genuine Italian restaurant, surrounded local mafia capo’s and little Italian grandma’s she told me their informal “rules.”
We only bring women into our lives that we both agree on. Beforehand.
We never, ever do things without the other present.
I’m into pleasing my husband. It gets me off to see him hot. If he wants another woman… I like to watch his face when he cums. I like the happiness I see there.
“ Some women just don’t get it,” she says. The power you have over your man when you give him what he wants…” And then: “Its important that you know, we don’t swing. We choose. We are private. We choose carefully.”
“So we agreed,” she finished, “we want you. We wanted you from the moment we saw you.”
Want. Unmistakable in its meaning. Want. Desire. Lust.
“Can we trust you?” She asked, already without suspicion or doubt.
“You, I said, the words stumbling out of my mouth, “ you can trust me.”
A phrase from catchecism comes to me. Latin: Dictum meum panctum. My word is my bond. And that was it. In a moments word, the three of us became lovers in word in not yet deed. Whether I had been bought or not,I had certainly been picked and chosen. I could walk away right now. I didn’t want too.
I realized that Jonathan has a fetish for exhibitionism. Not a pathological paraphilia. He isn’t going around exposing himself to k**s or anyone for that matter. I realize that exposing himself to me that day was after careful consideration. After years of getting to know me. He and Maddie had talked it over and made an educated gamble. They placed a bid on my desire and won. Jonathan does it quietly, things that could easily be taken as an accident.
I have never admitted it to myself but so do I.
Leave a button undone on my blouse. My breasts showing. I fucked someone once out in the open on the picnic tables at the park. I loved that. Once, I fucked the owner of a restaurant after hours, in the dead heat of Indian summer. We fucked hard and fast right on the floor. The wait staff was still cleaning the kitchen. Anybody could have walked in. I loved that too. Oh, how I loved that.
The very first time we were all together it was at their house. I think, they knew how nervous I was. For this, more privacy would make me comfortable. The house was private. We ate dinner and settled into the living room. Drinking wine and talking. It was so simple and easy. There was a shifting of energy and conversation in the room. Sexual energy was present like ozone in the air before a thunderstorm. I felt heavy with desire and sexuality.
Jonathan looked at me and held his hand out to me. Come. I kneeled in front of him as he sat on the couch. Moving closer to her husband on the couch, her eyes swept over me. It’s ok her eyes told me. Unspoken between us, communicating the way women can: It’s alright. We aren’t doing anything wrong.
I kneeled on the floor like a supplicant in front of Jonathan. I took him in my mouth and instinctively knew what he liked. What would bring him to come in my mouth within minutes. I took him in , whole. I wasn’t shy. I grasped my hand around his penis and went up and down. In and out my tongue swirling and licking him My mouth ever so slightly sucking on him. Mostly it was the rhythm of my mouth and tongue and hand that was driving him crazy.
I remembered what I had seen him do that first day with the edge of his cock. I took my tongue and flicked in and out around and under the edge of his penis head. I tasted the sweetness of his pre-cum in my mouth. If he had unknowingly schooled me in his tastes, the student became the master that night. Gently. Gently I put my thumb inside of asshole, not far. Just around the rim. My rhythm there a match to what my tongue was doing to him on his dick.
The entire time he had been holding Maddie’s hand. She was watching our show. This show was as much for her as it was for him. She sat quickly on her husband’s lap. Her bare pussy on his belly sliding and riding him. My mouth suddenly on her and him both. Her from behind. My tongue moved from his dick to her asshole. My hand still on Jonathan’s dick. They kissed deeply and hard. Lips and tongue moving in a symphony of knowing. A knowing that only lovers who have had each other many times can share. The excitement heightened by the knowledge that a new partner had joined to play.
He warned me when he came, maybe so I could pull away. Oh, but I didn’t. I stayed with him and took all his cum in my mouth. Madie said “don’t swallow…wait. Wait."
She kissed me then. We exchanged Jonathan’s cum from me to her. Then turned her mouth to her husband and gave him his own cum to swallow down. She arched her back and came loud. So different from the quiet shatter in the boardroom that day. I cupped her breasts in my hands from behind. She relaxed into me as I held her in an embrace.
“Now”, she said “what about you?”
What about me? I thought. I had never had a threesome. What happened next? Maddie whispered something into my ear, a murmuring permission. “Yes” she said. “Absolutely, yes.” She left the room. Jonathan and I were alone.
He was ready again in moments. From behind he took me on the floor with the French doors open to the rainy evening. I orgasmed in a slippery burst of my own slick and wet. I urged him not to be gentle and not to cum yet. Please, No. Do not be gentle with me. I want all of you.
I came and came again. Once. Twice. A third time. He took me so hard but he didn’t hurt me. He had been hard but very careful with me. I lay exhausted on the floor. In the rain and dark we slept. The pleasant smell of clean sex and pleasure around us like a gravity blanket. Maddie came in and lay between us on the floor near the fireplace. I had never had a threesome before, I was coming into this adventure later in life, I knew. I didn’t know what would come next. What comes next, I wondered?
We were back to work on Monday like any given day. Over the days, weeks, months and years that followed that first time, we stretched our limits of daring, simple sexuality turned to deep intimacy. We three came to love one another. Our love and consideration for each other made us outrageous is the lengths we would go to please one another. Eventually I moved in with Jonathan and Maddie…our threesome …or triolsme turning to a true me’nage a’ trois in the French way.
We continued to run the gallery as a trio of equal partners. Our threesome on display for anyone to see ; if only they looked. No one ever saw a thing. They had bid high and we had all won.
© 2018 BHL/ writing as wvpeacelilly
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