A month had passed since the bombshell about Becka's marriage had rocked Lee and me. I had spoken to Becka on the phone, an awkward conversation at first, and things were good between us. She sounded really happy, and I was happy for her. I had worked hard at not falling head-over-heels in love with her, and I was glad I had handled it that way. Life has a way of charting the course it's supposed to take.
Becka's marriage, my time with Margie, and her friendship with Lee had started to clarify some things I had been trying to repress, namely my slowly growing desire to be 'settled,' and my deepening love for Lee. Margie, Lee and I spent quite a bit of time together—hanging out, partying, and yes, making love. A truly loving three-way that felt sublime every time.
One afternoon, as my clarity was just beginning to clarify, the three of us were sitting on my dock drinking beer.
"How many women do you love Steve?" Margie asked.
"That's a very popular question with you ladies," I smiled. "And my usual answer is . . . it's complicated. I love you all, but in different ways."
"How about living together happily ever after kind of love," she asked. "Would that even be possible for you, after all the sexual freedom you've experienced these last few years?"
"Oh, absolutely," I said, glancing at Lee who's face I couldn't read.
"You wouldn't miss all your women, or would you want to keep all that going, like your partner Ron?" Margie asked.
"No, I could never do that," I said. "That seems over the top and crazy, even to me."
"So what would you do?" she asked. "Would you be able to say no to a woman who wanted you?"
"Wow, tough questions today. You got a hidden camera on me?" I laughed. "I talked to my friend Chrissy about this a little while back. She asked me how I felt about open marriages. We both agreed an occasional bit of fun would be a great way to keep a marriage exciting, a loving three-way, or an occasional party at Lindsey's. Not too often though, not like Ron. I don't think that would work for me."
"How about you Lee?" Margie asked her. "You've fallen into the whole group sex world and enjoy it. Could you give it up for true love?"
"Absolutely," Lee said. "Don't get me wrong, it's the most fun I've ever had. But yeah, I'd give it all up."
"What about the open marriage angle?" Margie asked her.
"Well, I couldn't handle what Kathy does, with Ronnie out fuckin' who knows what every day. That's not me. But an occasional three-way with someone we love, and a party at Lindsey's once in a while? That sounds like heaven. Before I met Steve I would have laughed at any woman who gave that answer, but now that I've experienced the kind of sexual relationships I have, I'm absolutely open to that kind of thing. I think I'd be disappointed with a conventional marriage at this point."
"How about you Margie," I said, "would you want another conventional marriage?"
"Hell no!" she said. "My eyes have been opened and I'm not shutting them again. And when the hell are you gonna bring me to one of these Lindsey parties I keep hearing about?"
I laughed. "You're on the list for the next one sweetheart. Or maybe we could have a little get together here. What do you think Lee?"
"Something not too big maybe?" she said. "I don't want the local boaters thinking were all nuts around here."
"Since some of those boaters are my neighbors I'd agree with that," Margie said.
"Sounds good," I said. "I'll work on it."
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I sent Chrissy a stealth text asking her to call me, and she got back to me the next day.
"I need some advice sweetheart," I said. "Up at the lodge you said that both times you were with Lee and me you could tell that she was one of my loves. What did you mean by that?"
"Ah! Interesting!" Chrissy said, and I could hear her smile through the phone. "I meant it was obvious you guys love each other. What's got you confused?"
"So you thought she loved me? Or just that I love her?" I asked.
"Steven Mills!" she said. "What's going on? It's not like you to gather information on a girl, is it?"
"No, it's not," I said. "I think I'm on the verge of something big, and I'm just nervous I guess."
"Just ask her you fool," she said. "Not a single one of your women would say no."
"You did," I said.
"Oh Steve, now you just made me feel rotten, and two seconds ago I was so happy," she said.
"Sorry Chrissy," I said. "So I shouldn't be nervous about this?"
"Sure, be nervous," she said. "It's awfully cute on you. You're making me wish I was twenty years younger again. But seriously, I don't think you have anything to worry about. She's a lucky girl Steve."
"Thanks Chrissy," I said. "Assuming things go well, I'd like to throw a party to celebrate, here at the camp. I hope you can come."
"I wouldn't miss it for the world Steve," she said.
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Lee's head bobbed up and down on my cock, a mouthful of hot meat muffling her moans. I lapped up her sweet pussy juice and swirled my tongue around her asshole, caressing her smooth thighs and ass with my hands. I worked her pussy with my mouth just the way she likes, and she came with a shudder, squeezing my cock tight in her small fist.
"God I love y . . . that," she said.
"I love you too sweetheart," I said, and she looked back at me and smiled.
She turned herself around, took my cock in her hand again, and slipped me inside the heat of her beautiful pussy. I pulled her down to me and kissed her, a deep, passionate kiss that linked us at both ends again as my cock slid gloriously in and out of her tightness.
The love I felt at that moment was overwhelming—a connection with another human being that went beyond anything I'd ever felt, and when I came, still kissing her, tears rolled down the sides of my face into my ears.
"Oh no," she said when she saw my tears. "Something bad's happening."
"No sweetheart," I said with a loving smile. "Something good. I love you so deeply I can hardly stand it."
I reached under her bed and found the ring I had stashed there earlier and held it up in my trembling hand.
"My sweet Lee, will you marry me?"
"Oh my God!" she said quietly, her voice trembling like my hand.
She kissed me hard. It was a deep, moaning, tongue dancing kiss for the ages.
"Tell me I'm not dreaming," she said, her lips still touching mine and tears welling out of her eyes and dripping onto my face.
"I'm hoping that's a yes," I said as I held her tightly on top of me.
"Yes you beautiful man, yes! I'll marry you!" she said.
