Chapter 3 – Settling In
Ahh, the reality of age. I always arose early to use the bathroom and returned to bed, trying not to wake her so I could just watch her sleep and contemplate the events that had taken place. It had been three weeks since the evening we first met. Hardly an eternity. But there was an easiness in the way things had worked out. The first three days were an all-out abandonment to the pleasures we all shared. We slept all together in the big oversized bed. But, finally, on the third night, our ages caught up with us. We all realized we were just completely fucked out. That night Wendy and I retired to a smaller bedroom. I lay in bed waiting for her to finish a bath. She came to bed in a long cotton tee shirt, which I had learned was her usual attire for bed. Before she could climb into bed I stopped her... "Wait. Please, just show it to me?"
She stood and lifted her tee shirt above her waist, exposing her glistening bald pussy lips. I just loved looking at it. She had puffy lips that always appeared to be open, even when she wasn't particularly turned on. Her clit was small and never really protruded like some women's did. But it was still the center of everything as I had correctly discerned before. And when she was all revved up she secreted a flood of pussy cream that was the sweetest I had ever tasted. Silky, almost like male pre-cum. And sweet, really sweet. I never tired of it.
"Thank you, love. Now come to bed." I welcomed her into my arms with a hug.
"Are you okay tonight?" she asked. I assumed she was asking if I wanted anything at all.
"I'm just fine. We can both use a little recharging huh?"
"Is that what you call it?" she asked. "I think we're just coming to grips with our ages." She chuckled.
"Well, that too. But I feel like a teenager again. Even now, in my mind I still want you but I know I couldn't."
"But we know it will only make it better by abstaining for a while. Right?"
She was right. So we waited. We cooked together, we shopped together. We even spent time apart doing personal things. She lunched with some friends. I spent some time repairing some things around my own house. In the back of my mind I was trying to decide whether to approach the subject of her moving in or not. We hadn't talked about that yet. How would she feel leaving Mark and Donna's house. Would she even want to. She had lived there for almost five years. How would they feel about it? There were a lot of questions. We did a lot of talking about everything.
On the following Saturday, after abstaining for the rest of the week we woke and ventured into the kitchen to find Donna making breakfast. "Hungry?" she asked.
"Starved." I answered. Wendy shook her head in agreement.
"I was just making some bacon and eggs. I put some more on."
"So what do you and Mark have planned for today?" Wendy asked.
"Just doing some shopping and then hanging out this afternoon, why?" Donna said casually.
"We'd like to talk with you guys about something." I responded.
"Okay. When we get back we can talk over a late lunch. That okay?"
"Perfect." I assured her.
Wendy and I made a salad and cooked some grilled chicken and surprised our hosts when they returned. We all sat at the patio table and ate as we talked. "We've been talking about where we go from here. Wendy and I, I mean. I've been repairing some things at my home. My house is on the market but I'm not sure whether to go ahead with that. I was going to downsize." I started
Wendy abruptly took over. "Whether or not we are married, we are certain that we are together, forever. We want to know how you feel about that. I've been with you both so long...and I don't ever want to lose what we have together... I guess it's kind of complicated."
Mark and Donna were looking at each other with a knowing look. When Mark spoke it was softly, quietly but with conviction. "Wendy, you don't owe Donna and I anything. We want only for you to be happy. Whatever you two decide is your business. We would never presume to interfere with any of your decisions."
"But I feel like I'm part of you, like you're part of me."Wendy interrupted him.
"Yes, and we feel the same. But you musn't be afraid of reestablishing yourself, with Randall, you two as one. Donna and I will always be here for you both, for whatever relationship you want that to be. So, Randall, if you want to sell your house you two are welcome to stay here as long as you need. Hell, forever, if you want. I know it's unconventional, but we all know we are anything but conventional anyway. And the sex...well, it's no secret we would be disappointed not to be able to continue sharing that...but we will enthusiastically support whatever you decide to do."
"It's so much a part of our lives I don't know how I would live without it." Wendy said.
"Of course you can. If it's what you want. Donna and I have always wanted you to get to this point. And here you are...facing a future of happiness with a man you obviously love and are intimately compatible with...willing to share a future of exploring life with you...You only have to look at the options and decide what you want."
"You mean you would want us to live here? Together? All four of us?" She asked.
"Only if it's what you want, Wen. And no decision you make will ever change our love or our relationship with you. Okay?" he assured her.
Wendy looked at Donna. "Are you sure, Donna?"
"Of course, Wendy. You are like our own blood. We just want you to be happy." Donna smiled and hugged her.
"What about you Randall?' Mark brought me into the conversation.
I was ready with quite an answer. "A few months ago I was ready to give up. The prospect of finding a relationship such as this seemed to be impossible. Five long years of searching. Dozens of unsatisfying hookups, swingers parties, one night stands. All those people who just didn't get it. People who thought they were having fun but were merely treading time until they find themselves alone and unfulfilled. Guys who just wanted to stick their cock in one cunt after another. And women who wanted things they weren't capable of having, or keeping. Sometimes I wondered if I really was right about it all. Was I being too ...what's the word...metaphysical about it? Too cerebral. But I maintained my quest. To find a partner who believes in the same things I do, who is interested in a relationship on the same terms and for the same reasons as I do."
I paused a bit gathering my thoughts. They were silent waiting for me to continue. Of course there is more to life than sex. We both are certain of our love for each other and our desire to live as one. But I believe sex is the lifeblood of a relationship. And when it comes to sexOne: In the human existence.. sex is the single most real, alive, moving experience life has to offer. Two: That the imagination is the most incredible aphrodisiac there is. And three: That orgasms should be unending and most of all shared. And here you are. Wendy...my true soul mate. We share all that right? You and I?"
She interrupted me which was a surprise. "Not only do we share all that but we share other things too. Like believing that a woman's man is her king who she will always desire to please. And a man's woman is his queen who he will cherish."
