Hi! I'm Michael. Not "Mike," please. Just "Michael." The girls call me "Mike" but they're privileged.
One thing you've got to know about me right away. I've got a really high libido. Always have, ever since I can remember. My teen-age years were hell, and college wasn't much better. I'd have to go back to my dorm room or the library and jerk off every afternoon, because the morning and evening cums just weren't enough for me. But now that I'm in a relationship with two women who wouldn't mind having my cock in them at least twice a day, things are a whole lot easier!
Jessie has asked me to tell my side of the story, and how I got involved with the two most wonderful women in the world. I've been reluctant to do so, since I thought they pretty much covered it in their own stories. But the girls say that I could give a slant to it that they couldn't, since I'm a guy, and guys always bring different expectations into a relationship than girls do. I wonder if that's true. Yeah, we guys are horny all the time, but these women are just as horny as I am, in their own ways. And men tend to put women on pedestals, and I'm as guilty of that as the next man. Jessie and Claire really do belong on pedestals, though. My only danger as I tell this story is that I'll portray them as more perfect than they really are. They did a good job of portraying me as I am, warts and all, and I don't know if I can do the same for them. But I'll try, anyway.
I married too young. That's the first thing. I was in my second year of college and was going out with a girl named Kay. (Yeah, we got a lot of jokes about "Michael and Kay" like we were the Corleones.) Well, we were each other's first lovers, and she got pregnant after our second fuck. So we got married right away, and I changed my major from art to business so I could start making money and support a family. I was lucky enough to get a job right out of college, because one of my economics professors knew a guy who ran a company that was making machinery, and the guy hired me and put me in the purchasing department. That's how I met Jessie.
I'll start with Jessie because, while Claire was the first one I had sex with, it was Jessie I knew first, and -- to be honest -- the first one I lusted after. I always had a thing for Asian women and, even though Jessie was only half Japanese, she fit the bill well enough, with her eye folds and her dark, straight hair. And she had a figure to beat the band, with all the curves in the right places, on full display when she wore those tight summer dresses that showed them off. Those dresses were knee-length, and there was enough shapely leg to make me wonder what the rest of her leg looked like, and what she had just north of there. When I saw her in the accounting department of the factory where I worked, I had a hard time keeping my mind on the job. I had to visit her office at least once a week to get an approval from her boss for a big purchase, and those visits were always the bright spots in my day.
It was common knowledge that I was already married and had a son, so I knew that there was no possibility of a real relationship. We flirted a little, and I got a chance once in a while to sneak a peek down her blouse and glimpse a bra cup, and even a bit of tit if she wasn't wearing a bra that day, but that was as far as it went. All I really knew about her was that she was foxy, single and had a pretty good fashion sense. And she was witty, smart, and fun to be with. To be honest, when I was fucking Kay, or when I was masturbating alone, I was often thinking of Jessie.
Then my life, such as it was, started to fall apart. My son Kyle got cancer, and we lost him when he was six years old, fighting to the last. Kay and I couldn't have another child, since I'd had a vasectomy shortly after Kyle was born, and Kay figured that one kid was enough. "One and done," you know. And we decided that we'd had enough of Wilmington, and wanted to move to the New York City area. So I Found a job with a chemical manufacturing company in Newark, New Jersey. I'd been buying stuff from them for years, and I knew their product line cold, so it was an easy transition from purchasing to sales. And I had a reputation of being easy to work with, so they were glad to get me, even at a higher salary than I had at Progressive.
Kay got a job with an advertising agency in New York, but it didn't last long. The job and the company. I knew from the start that it was under-capitalized and didn't have much of a chance. But then Kay had an offer from her old company to be part of a new office in Philadelphia. And that's really what put our marriage into a crisis.
We'd been drifting apart since Kyle died. It's a story you've heard before, I'm sure. Kay and I got married before we knew each other well; we were really little more than kids, now that I think back on it. She got pregnant with Kyle before we were even engaged, so it was really Kyle who was the reason we got married in the first place. When he was gone, so was the bond we'd had. We'd talked about adopting a kid, but she was against it.
And we realized that we weren't in love with each other anymore. I mean, we'd tried, but our tastes had changed, and we wanted different things out of life. And frankly, our sex life wasn't good. I wanted to try some of the more exotic stuff I'd read about, but she was into vanilla sex, and not much of that. She saw sex as something to use to make children, and not for pleasure. (I realized later that she might have had that attitude all along, and could have lied about being on birth control when we met.) And now that I couldn't make children with her, there was no reason for sex. So our sex became less and less frequent, and eventually died out altogether. We had a long talk, and a good cry, and decided that it would be better if we parted ways. The situation had become intolerable, with my high libido and her non-existent one.
So she moved to Philadelphia, working for her old employer in a new office, and wouldn't you know it? She fell in love with a co-worker there, and they got married, and she had a kid eight months later. From her past record, I guessed that her pregnancy was the reason they got married. Some people don't really change. But, hey, she was getting what she wanted out of life.
I was happy for her, but it wasn't doing me any good. And the "swinging bachelor" lifestyle wasn't all it was cracked up to be. I'd dated a few women, but never slept with them. Maybe I was pushing them away, not wishing to go through the ordeal of a relationship breaking up again, because the breakup with Kay made a wreck out of me. But I also started to realize that I couldn't be happy in life without a real relationship, and that it was time to start taking chances again. I was masturbating three or four times a day again, but this time it was even less satisfactory than it was when I was a college student.
At the art museum, there was a traveling Salvador Dali exhibit that I wanted to go to. I was always an art buff, and kept an interest in it even though I'd ended up in the business world. And now I had a chance to see Dali's original work, rather than just reproductions. So I jumped at the chance.
I saw Claire there. She was thin and tall, with shoulder-length blonde hair and the most arresting blue-green eyes I'd ever seen. She was sizing me up, somehow, and I wondered why she was looking at me. Had we met before somewhere? I didn't think so; I would have remembered those eyes. So I got to talking with her, and she knew stuff about Dali that I didn't know, and I found myself in a deep discussion with her about one of the paintings. From that, we got to talking about other things and, before I knew it, she asked me out to a bar near the museum.
She wanted to know my life story, and I told it to her. Everything, including the marriage, the vasectomy, Kyle and the divorce. She listened carefully and made all the right comments, and I realized that I really wanted to know this woman better. All the same, I never thought I had a real chance with this woman, with her astounding beauty and amazing fashion sense. She probably eats guys like me for breakfast, I thought, and then goes home to her billionaire Wall Street boyfriend.
And then it was time for her to tell me her life story, and I was amazed. It would be an understatement to say she was "sexually experienced." That slim woman told me she'd had dozens and dozens of lovers, of both sexes. She'd never had a steady relationship, for various reasons. But I got the impression that she was at the same stage in life I was, where she was looking for the right person.
She asked me, point-blank, if I was in a sexual relationship now, and if I wanted one with her. I told her that I didn't have much experience with sex... Kay was the only woman I'd had sex with, in fact. "Well, then," she said, "if it isn't good sex, it's my fault, not yours. But let's give it a try. No strings attached. If the chemistry's there, we may have something. If not, what have we lost? Nothing!"
