A note from Jayne.
After that amazing time with Marie and Barnie, a lot went on. So much so that it requires two parts so I have written a 7a and b covering everything. I am submitting them at the same time so they should be published closely together.
It's not essential that you read them in order nor, for new readers that you go back to the earlier parts but, it is recommended.
Hugs
Jayne x
The 3 of us or, is it 4?
As close as Marie and I had been before she lent me her husband Barnie for sex, we became so much closer afterwards. We became total confidants, bosom buddies, and real mates. We chatted on the phone most days and told each other everything. We text and e-mailed each other and met as often as we could. Strangely, in some ways though, despite what we'd done with each other at their place in Kent, there was never any hint of us having sex together. It was as if what had happened there had to have Barnie included and without him anything between us just wasn't on.
I did, though, worry about the sex. Well not actually that, but more what was happening to me. I could hardly believe that not only had I been involved in a very intimate, loving and extremely intense threesome but that my lovemaking with Marie had been so deep, fulfilling, exciting and, to my utter amazement, satisfying. Yes, of course, I felt some guilt and remorse. That's inevitable, I guess when you do something new and unexpected and you don't understand the motivation. I couldn't get my head around just why after over thirty years of sexual experience I was suddenly so attracted to Martie. Or was it, I kept wondering, I was attracted to women? Although I hadn't found myself looking at women in a lustful way I couldn't get the memory of the feel of Marie's body on my hands out of mind. Equally, and perhaps more so, I couldn't get the sensations I had experienced of her hands and mouth on my body out of it either. And most impactful I couldn't shake the vision of her naked body from my mind.
Shortly after that amazing weekend Barnie had landed a contract that meant he was almost constantly travelling so, for a while there weren't many opportunities for the three of us to get together. But there were some opportunities and we took full advantage of them several times. They were not very regular nor frequent but over oh, I guess, the next year or so, she 'lent' Barney to me two more times. Ostensibly it was to provide me with the relief from the sexual frustration I needed but was unable to gain from men I met on dates. Both times Marie was with us. She was there on the bed as Barnie and I made love. She became as naked as we were during the lovemaking. And she joined in. No, I mean we both did. With Barnie there Marie and I had the courage, lack of inhibitions, freedom or his blessing, call it what you will, to hold and fondle each other. To kiss and touch, to probe, stroke and caress the other's body. To, in essence, have the most tender and loving, exciting and stimulating and pleasurable and satisfying three-way sex. Those nights when we all came together, in more ways than one, were magical times of such closeness and loving sex.
Barnie and Marie had been on holiday in the Maldives and South Africa for four weeks. On their return she and I had chatted briefly and had agreed to have a long catch-up phone call the next day. Since we had started our three-way lovemaking not only had Marie and I become closer physically but also emotionally as well. That meant we were able to discuss many aspects of our lives and she'd told me a lot more about their sexual adventures when they lived in Norway. I had recounted to her my, largely, failed flings with men since the divorce and up until very recently my lack of anything at all saying, "I haven't felt the need for any dates Em after all, there's been us hasn't there?"
"Well yes but Barnie's new contract's been rather messing us up hasn't it, how are you coping?"
"Well actually I have met someone,"
"Really, you kept that in the dark haven't you?"
"I didn't know if it was going anywhere so I didn't want to say anything if it just fizzled out."
"So, I take it hasn't?"
"Hasn't what?" I asked slightly missing her point.
"Fizzled out?"
"No rather the opposite."
"Is he great in bed Jay? she asked when I told her I was seeing a guy called Theo.
I said that he was and explained that he's a physio and I'd met him when I went to have some treatment on a strained hamstring muscle I'd got playing tennis and that he'd only recently moved to the UK from Australia adding, "And Em, don't take the piss about this promise?"
"About what?"
"He's only bloody thirty-two for Christ's sake."
"Oh my God, can you handle a guy that age?" she said with a laugh in her voice.
"I said don't take the piss."
"I'm sorry, good for you, so what's he like?"
"He's such a hunk," I'd explained going on to tell her that he's six-foot two and has a muscular tanned body.
"No, he's not blonde as well," I'd told her in response to her question, "But he's got great moody eyes, just like Russell Crowe and a fantastic tan, good legs and a fabulous arse."
"Trust you to notice that, you always look at men's bums first don't you," she'd laughed. "Anyway, how did you pull him?"
I explained that the physio company he worked for had an agreement with my tennis club and that the members got a hefty discount when using them. So when I'd pulled a muscle in my lower back I had obviously used them and had got lucky by having Theo allocated as my physio.
I was a little embarrassed to tell her but in the spirit of Marie's and my recent relationship I explained that as he'd massaged the back of my legs, I'd had the most erotic thoughts. My usual vivid imagination had gone into over drive as his hands had slid up my legs, "At the time I was only wearing my knickers with a towel over my bum," I explained.
"Mmm sounds very erotic."
"It was I can tell you. As were the thoughts going through my mind."
"And they were what exactly?" she asked.
"Well to be truthful luv I was imagining that on one of the times they slid up my leg that they didn't stop."
Marie laughed. "You dirty cow, but what nice thoughts. Did they stop or go on?"
"Of course they stopped."
"So, he didn't get you off on his massage table then? Or didn't he offer extras as the girls do in massage parlours."
"No thankfully, as I'm not sure what I might have said to be honest. I really was quite worked up."
"I bet you were, I assumed you were your normal frustrated self."
"You know me too well luv."
"I am getting to Jayne, well the new divorced Jayney that is. You know I read a really horny book once that had a fantastic massage scene in it. Hang on a mo it's in the bookcase somewhere." She put the phone down and was gone for a couple of minutes. "It's called The Big Apple by Pat Booth the ex-model," she said returning to the phone.
"I know her, I read a couple of her books they're quite raunchy aren't they?"
"Well this one was. The massage scene in it was between two women, though."
