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Copyright 1998, 1999 by E. Z. Riter.
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Dear Reader: This is a romance with little sex and no violence. It does
have a plot and humor. It's essentially the same posted last year
under this title. I made changes improving the dialogue, flow and
editing. My thanks to the wonderful, literate women who were my coaches.
E.Z.
SHARING
Fresh from the gym, I sauntered down the breeze way toward Marcia's two
bedroom apartment. I arrived at six thirty as instructed. I expected to
find a home cooked dinner and a special woman waiting to make love to me.
Divorced and forty-one, Marcia is a self-confident, successful woman
whose pleasure I've shared for over a year. She has a lovely body,
although she'll tell you her waist is a little big or her thighs a little
full. I think of her as lush and feminine. I love the way she looks, the
way she feels in my arms. Our relationship is delightful. We joyfully
share many common interests. She is a woman I can talk to and have fun
with and be myself with.
From my perspective and from hers, we had only one problem.
Sex. That was our problem.
I wanted lots of sex, at least once a day. She enjoyed it twice a week.
She tried hard to never disappoint me, having sex constantly if I asked.
But I try to be sensitive to my woman and her needs. If we had sex twice a
week, she was hot, demanding, and eager, enjoying it much more. That meant
I enjoyed those times more, too.
She called it "the problem." It was a typical problem for couples
everywhere. Our libidos were different. That's all.
Knowing I was coming over, she usually hurried home from work to "pretty
up," as she calls it. That's why I was surprised to find her in jeans, a
sweat and a funny expression. Something was amiss as she kissed me
gently when she let me in. Silently, we held hands as she led me to the
couch.
"What's wrong?" I asked as we faced each other.
"I love you, Jack. I love you very much. I know you love me, too, in
your own way."
I didn't respond, but waited to see where her train of thought was
going.
"No matter what happened between us, even if I someone else,
you'd always be there for me. Anytime I needed you. For the rest of my
life. You'd do anything for me, wouldn't you?"
"Yes."
She smiled knowingly.
"Except marry me."
Her tone was quiet, but it was the tone which chills men's souls - like
the sound of a tiger's footfall before it leaps. I froze. My head spun
for an instant. The adrenalin blew out of my glands like water from a
fireman's hose. Something big was coming.
"That doesn't bother me, Jack. It's okay we won't marry. I was to Bill a long time and I'm happy being single. I have children, friends
here at the apartment and at work and church. There are worse things than
being single. I have a - a strong, wonderful, sweet, virile as
much as I want a man, maybe a little more than I want sometimes."
She laughed self-consciously as she rubbed my forearm with her fingers
to let me know she cared. She snuggled up against me, laying her open hand
on my chest, slipping her fingertips between the buttons of my to
touch my bare skin.
"What does bother me - maybe frighten is a better word - is that I might
lose you, that some other woman will sneak you away."
"Marcia, don't worry about that. I..."
"But I do worry. 'The problem' is what worries me. You're a very good
man, but your desires are stronger than mine. What if you find someone
else? What if you find a woman who wants sex as often as you do?"
"Honey," I said reassuringly.
She laid her head under my chin, snuggling closer. I could feel her
heat and soft breathing. She smelled good, a warm, rich woman scent,
lightly perfumed. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly,
enjoying her closeness. We lay together for awhile, not speaking. Her
hand slipped down my cock. It was very hard.
"See. You're ready to have sex. Me, I won't really be ready for a few
more days. We need to do something about that."
"You do that to me. Having you this close makes me want you."
"Having any woman this close makes you want to get laid, you mean," she
bantered amiably.
"Any suggestions?" I replied. I felt a light blush come and go. Had I
said the wrong thing?
She sat up, pushing away with her hand on my chest, until we looked eye
to eye. She took both of my hands in hers.
"I love you. I really do. I want to be with you for the rest of my
life. Do you understand? Do you know how much you mean to me?"
"I love you, too, and I want to be with you."
"But it's different for you. Look, I...."
She was frustrated now, trying to decide what to say and how to say it.
Words are so important. Words can't be unspoken. I know relationships
where one party caught the other and forgave, but with a few
misplaced words, the walls of Jericho fell. Her eyes held deep secrets
about to be revealed.
"Jack, I've got a solution for 'the problem'."
She spoke in a monotone, the words carefully measured.
"What's the solution?"
"You need more than one woman."
I was a soldier who had just discovered he was in the middle of a mine
field. Suddenly, real fear coursed through every vein. I quivered as
beads of sweat popped out on my face. She smiled as she slid her hand
across my face to carry the sweat away.
"This isn't a test. I'm not trying to trick you. I want you to be
honest with me. Totally honest! You're disappointed sexually on those
occasions when I'm not really interested, but have sex to make my happy. Right?"
I said nothing. I could hear the mines ticking under my feet. I could
see the thin antenna wire sticking above the surface waiting for me to
touch them and launch the mine to crotch height before it exploded.
"Talk to me, honey. Please."
I was looking for an evacuation helicopter. She shook her head in mock
disgust.
"Well, I'm disappointed if we have sex when I really don't want to. I
don't mean disappointed in you. I mean I get more pleasure from sex if it
has been a few days."
The mines were ticking louder. My legs twitched as I fought the urge to
jump to safety. She swatted my chest hard, but playfully.
"Relax! I'm being very honest with you. I even know you have sex with
other women occasionally. See. I'm not hysterical."
"I don't have . . . "
Her eyes were wild as she covered my mouth with her fingers.
"Don't lie to me! I'd rather you bring a woman here and fuck her in my
bed than lie to me!"
She roughly seized me in a deep and desperate kiss. We held each other
tightly, letting her own emotions subside before she spoke again.
"Other women bother me for two reasons. I don't want someone to steal
you. And I'm afraid of HIV . . . Say something! You still think I'm
trying to trick you, don't you? I'm not. Please, Jack, help me by being
honest."
"Marcia, I'm never disappointed in . . . "
She gave me one of those disapproving stares. Every knows those
stares. They penetrate his soul. He has been receiving them since his
birth. His started it. His grandmothers and aunts reinforced it.
Then, sisters and girlfriends. But his or significant other could
always do it in the most devastating way.
I found my tongue, but I was afraid I was losing my mind. Only a crazy
man would really be honest in a situation like this. Chilled with fear, I
spoke anyway.
"Okay. Okay. I'm disappointed on occasion when I can tell... well,
when you don't want me."
"Oh, Jack, I want you! I just don't want sex as much as you. Can you
understand that? Can you understand no matter how much I love you there
are times I don't want sex? And, sometimes I want to be alone, here, in my
own little world."
I nodded as she stroked my cheek.
"Well, then. My solution. You need more than one woman. That way . .
. What's wrong?"
"Marcia, I want to leave and go outside. I'll take a deep breath, count
to ten and come back. I think I have crossed into the Twilight Zone."
"I'm trying to be honest with you and think of what'll make us both
happy. I'm not trying to trick you. Now, where was I? Oh, yes. You need
more than one woman. That way you can have a happy, willing woman ready to
make love to you all the time. I can have a night off. That will make us
both happy. It makes sense, doesn't it?"
Knowing full well this was a trick and I was going to die a painful
death for my comment, I said it anyway.
"Yes. It makes sense."
She laughed, an evil, hearty laugh, as she tweaked my nipple through my
shirt.
"Scared shitless, lover?"
"Yes I am."
"Don't be. I'm being very straight with you."
"Is that what Lorena Bobbitt said when she went into the kitchen for her
knife?"
Her expression was the female martyr suffering the dumb male as women
have always done. She rolled her eyes. She leaned into me, wrapped her
arms around my neck so we were face to face. Her eyes were hot and
piercing, the look she gets when she's thinking about sex.
"Wouldn't you like that, Jack? Wouldn't you like more than one woman
and have them always eager for you: hot and sweating, groaning under your
powerful thrusts, quivering under you, begging to be fucked, like I am when
I'm rested?"
She hadn't killed me yet. I took her at her word and was honest.
"Yes, I'd like that."
She sat back triumphantly, with a smug, but loving, expression.
"I knew you would. So, I've found them."
"Them?"
"The other women. Two of them. They're good friends of mine and they
feel they way I do."
"The way you do?"
"Yes. The way I do."
"Which is?"
There those damn mines were again, ticking louder than ever.
"I'd rather have part of an exceptional then all of a mediocre one.
But - I never want to worry about losing him."
Marcia stood and pulled me up.
"They feel the same way. So, we've agreed to share you. We'll all know
you're having sex with someone else, but we'll know who they are and when
you're with them. I know they won't steal you away. I know you'll be
satisfied sexually so the probability you'll leave me for someone else is
small. I can live with all that. In fact, I can live with it better than
worrying all the time about losing you, which is what I do now."
Suddenly, the mines stopped and the air smelled sweeter. Then, my
adrenalin kicked in again and I was on full alert.
"You're going to have dinner and spend the night with Susan in Unit
1066. She's waiting for you. I'm going to do my hair. Tomorrow night,
you'll have dinner and spend the night with Yvonne."
She guided me to the door.
"Let me know how it turns out. If you don't like either of them, I have
some others that would love to be part of the group."
"Is Susan a hit woman for N.O.W.?"
She laughed and patted my arm like a reassuring a child.
"Have fun, baby. And, remember. I'm sharing you, not giving you away.
I do love and want you."
She kissed me and pushed me out the door. I stood there dumb as a stump
as she clicked the bolt. Knowing full well I'd either wake from this dream
in my own bed, or I'd be shot by the next woman who saw me, I wandered
aimlessly to Unit 1066. I knocked. The door immediately opened. I
recognized Susan. We'd met at the swimming pool. She was mid-thirties
with a lovely ass, pretty brown eyes, and a very shy, sweet smile.
"Hi, Jack."
"Susan. Hi. I, um . . . I . . . "
"Please come in."
She turned bright as she stepped back to let me enter. We stood in
the front hall staring at each other, neither of us speaking. I heard the
ticking again. This time it came from a large clock in her hallway.
"Jack, please, let's go straight to bed before I lose my courage."
When I awakened the next morning with Susan curled in the crook of my
arm, it took a minute to realize where I was. I thought more than a few
minutes about how I got there. Marcia had sent me. Susan took me to bed.
I thought it all through again. It came out the same way. Either I was
living in an alternate reality or Marcia, the woman I had been dating for a
year, sent me to fuck Susan, her friend.
Then I thought about Susan. At first glance, I might bed Susan, but not
have a long term relationship with her. After last night I could see us
together for a while. Susan had led me directly to her bedroom, turned out
the lights and climbed in bed to undress. When I joined her, she was
rigid. I cuddled and kissed her. It was like kissing an inflatable doll.
"Jack?" she whispered.
"Yes?"
Silence as she breathed raggedly before speaking again.
"Please . . . be forceful. I.... I.... I want this. Don't let me
say no to you."
I did as the lady wished to our mutual enjoyment.
I slipped out of bed to go to the bathroom. She was standing by the
door waiting her turn when I finished. She hunched over, crossing herself
with her arms in needless modesty as she padded back to bed.
"Susan, go back. Drop your arms and let me see you."
She gave a wide eyed, hesitant little shake of her head.
"Would sweet Susan like her bottom warmed? I didn't realize you enjoyed
it that much last night."
She turned beet red, looking away from me in embarrassment. When she
looked back at me, she couldn't hide her sexual desire.
"Well?"
She covered herself and ran to bed, sliding in next to me.
"I guess I get my bottom warmed, don't I?" she giggled shyly as she
snuggled up to me.
How we both made it to work on time, I'll never know. Marcia called me
about noon.
"Hello, lover boy. Have fun?"
How the hell does a guy answer that question?
"Marcia, I . . . "
"... still think it's a trap of some kind. It isn't. Susan told me I
was crazy for letting another woman near you. Maybe I am. Anyway, she
had, and I quote, 'the most wonderful evening of my life'. The way she
described you would make me want to bed you if I wasn't already. What are
you supposed to remember?"
"That you love me."
"That's right! And don't you ever forget it! Got a pencil? I'll give
you Yvonne's address."
That night I arrived at Yvonne's bearing flowers. About forty-five, she
was a tall, hyper, blonde, very thin with short hair and no makeup to hide
her freckles. She gave me a sexy grin and pulled me inside, kissing me
hard.
"Marcia was right. You're damn good looking," she said as she led me to
her bedroom.
She was wild, enthusiastic, energetic and demanding. Again, I awakened
in a strange bed with a different woman.
I was starting to like this.
Marcia called during the day and invited me to dinner that night.
"I get you tonight, Jack. I hope you're up to me," she said with a
laugh.
When I knocked, Marcia kissed me hotly at the door, hotter than I could
remember in a long time.
"Bed first, if that's okay with you."
"Your decision," I replied.
She led me to the bedroom where we made love more passionately than we
had since our early days together. As she lay in my arms while we both
recovered, I squeezed her hard.
"You can change your mind. We can go back to like we were."
"No. I'm happy with this. I'll let you know if I change my mind."
"All you have to do is tell me, baby. After all, this was your idea."
She leaned back to focus on my face. Her expression was strong but
playful. Her mouth had a little crooked smile.
"But it's an idea you like. Right?"
What could I say?
After dressing, we quickly put dinner on the table. As we ate, we
talked about us and Susan and Yvonne. The fear of being in a mine field
returned, but I was honest anyway. We heros are brave that way.
"I like both of them," I said as we cleared the table after dinner.
"I thought you would, but I'm glad to hear it. I've invited them over
for dessert."
No sooner than she said it, the door bell rang.
A thought hit me. Marcia might feel differently when she actually saw
me with them. I kissed each one long and hard, as I'd kissed her. If she
objected, it didn't show. It was strange at first, the four of us eating
pie and drinking coffee together. The friendship among the three women
softened the atmosphere. It was obvious they'd discussed this sharing
arrangement long before it was mentioned to me. Yvonne brought the issue
out into the open.
"Well, where do we go from here?"
"He likes us," Marcia replied.
I reaffirmed that, telling them how much I'd enjoyed the last three
nights and how special each of them was. They beamed from my comments
which made me feel very good indeed. I beamed from their comments, too,
although Susan did not comment. She smiled and blushed. They revealed
their game plan.
"Here's what we would suggest, Jack. Yvonne's moving into this complex
over the weekend. I've reserved a lovely two bedroom for you starting the
first of the month. That way all of us will be close neighbors."
"You won't even have to drive to get laid," Yvonne chortled, which made
Marcia and me laugh and Susan blush.
"Let us arrange your social schedule. With very few exceptions, one of
us will always be there for you. One condition. We want you to have no
one else but us. Three should be plenty even for a big like you."
"Did I detect some sarcasm there?"
"No. She means it," Susan piped up before she turned crimson realizing what she had said.
"And, Jack. Romance us occasionally. Bring us flowers or candy. Have
us to your place sometimes, or take us out."
"How about two at a time?"
Susan gasped. Yvonne chortled.
"Don't press your luck," Marcia said as she gave me the evil eye.
Six months later, things were going smoothly. We were over the bumps. I
was living the life of a king with a harem. The best part was the harem
liked it as much as I did.
They arranged the schedule. Once I had Susan for a weekend. Another
time, it was Yvonne for three nights straight. I never complained.
Really, there was nothing to complain about. Often, the four of us had
dinner together, or played bridge, or went to a or concert. Yvonne
didn't like classical music. So, when she was out of town, Marcia, Susan
and I went to the symphony. You get the idea. I noticed Marcia always sat
next to me. That little show of possessiveness pleased me.
Then, one night, I went to Susan's for dinner. Marcia was there, too.
That hadn't happened before. I felt the adrenalin pumping again.
"What's this? Is something wrong?"
Susan blushed a bright and mumbled. Marcia said it out loud.
"We decided to give you two of us at once, Jack. You're a good man.
You deserve it."
The End
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