Chapter 8 -- Someone's Mother Joins the Menage
Beverly Price, Karen's good-looking and sophisticated sixty-year-old mother slowly recovered from her shock at discovering that her daughter was living in a threesome in which I was the participating male. After sputtering and stammering for several minutes, she finally got control of herself and could speak.
Bev looked right at me finally and said softly, "You must be quite a man! I eagerly await getting to know you better this weekend." I nodded graciously at her compliment. Bev looked at her daughter and Lynn and added, "And you too. You all must be special people." She looked at Karen, "And I've probably underestimated you."
With that she threw he hands over her face. "Oh, do I have a lot to catch up on. It's been so long since we had a real talk ..." She gave us all a silly grin then sipped her wine. "So tell me how you all met ... and, I guess, how you got together."
Everyone looked at me. I told the first part of the story, about losing my wife, my depression, and then pulling out of it enough to know I needed to help someone else. I then looked to Lynn.
Lynn told her story about leaving her abusive alcoholic husband in Ohio and fleeing to a place on the map where her dart had poked a hole in a map -- Sarasota. She told how a friend of a friend led to her meeting me first by telephone and then, a few hours later, face to face just after she pulled into the small city. She went on about how we fell for each other, and then how I used my network to get her introduced to Emptive Aerospace, where she and Karen worked.
Karen took over and waxed eloquently to her mother about Lynn's capabilities and contributions at work and how they'd become close friends almost instantly, sharing even many intimate things such as Lynn's relationship with me and her own frustration with many of her boyfriends. She told how Lynn and she had talked about Karen joining us in some significant way, even an intimate way, but they hadn't had a chance to think up anything specific. Karen spoke about how we all felt threatened when Lynn's husband appeared in the neighborhood and how she and Lynn had changed places to try to fool him. She got demurely vague at that point and just alluded to the fact that around that tense time the three of us 'connected,' and she joined our relationship.
Lynn and Karen opened up to Beverly about the many issues we'd talked about and debated prior to formalizing our threesome. They also brought up in their own words about unconditional love and the point of being committed to each others' happiness and what that meant to us.
"So you'd allow one another to have another ... errr, relationship if one of you wanted to?" Bev asked in disbelief.
I responded, "In short 'yes,' but it's complicated. For instance, I wouldn't just plunge into another relationship unless I felt it would add something to my relationship with Karen and Lynn. More than likely, we'd talk about it in some way beforehand not to restrict one another, but to explore the effects that whatever it is would have on us."
"Do you love each other equally around your triangle?" she asked. "Isn't a triangle unstable in a relationship? Doesn't jealousy play a role ,eventually?"
Lynn jumped in; "Let me talk to that. We worried about jealousy when we started. In a relationship, it comes from feeling left out, being taken advantage of, or feeling a relationship that you have with someone is threatened. We go out of our way to be sure none of us feel this way. Jim is wonderful in this regard, and we love being his girls. We really protect each other and are intentionally inclusive."
"Another thing," Karen injected flawlessly, "is that Jim totally accepts the feelings that Lynn and I have for each other. He gives us our time and intimacy together freely and willingly. I don't think he's got a jealous bone in his body." I smiled and blushed at the accolades.
"Well, I'm still in a state of shock," Bev said, "but let me tell you all that I'm jealous of the love I see between each of you. I know you had lots of other ways to put this in front of me, and you all have done it in a caring and loving way. I am grateful for your including me and for your openness."
We all migrated into the kitchen. Lynn changed to casual wear that on her always looks seductive. Add to that two bikini-clad women and I kept having impure thoughts as we prepared dinner and the four of us sat to eat beside the pool.
We had an animated discussion about relationships, pairings, bisexuality and preferences over dinner. Bev continued to be amazed at how open and communicative we were. We were all still learning from the discussion. After dinner Lynn and I took a walk to allow Karen and her mother to chat without the rest of the 'family' being around.
When we got back, we bid them goodnight and slipped into the bedroom. Lynn and I were reading in bed, both of us nude, my arm around Lynn and my hand fondling a breast when Karen finally joined us.
"You guys walk on water as far as she's concerned," Karen told us as she pulled off her bathing suit and wrap. "And I have a request Jim." She shot me one of those 'I'm-not-sure-whether-you'll-like-this?' looks.
"Try me," I said with a smile.
"I think you should romance Bev a little tomorrow while we're at work," Karen said seriously, "it would do wonders for her ego, and she confided that her love life has sucked for the past decade. Believe it or not, she has self-esteem issues. I think she needs to get laid." Lynn and I burst out laughing.
"And you think that she'll roll over and spread her legs after breakfast?" I jousted back to Karen.
"No, no. It's just that ... well, you have a knack with women you're not even aware of -- probably it's your pheromones. It might not be tomorrow, but you can get started tomorrow. What do you think Lynn?"
