Pixie
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Chapter 15: Something in the Water
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 15: Something in the Water - Melissa is a pixie – small, blonde, busty, hot, and mischievous, especially when it comes to her sex life. She has to be different too – a contrarian. Doug loves the Pixie, and then endures her adventures long into adulthood – many sexual, and including a collection of interesting characters added to their loving polyamorous ‘family’ by both of them. They also enjoy an unexpected windfall. 200,000+ words, posted one chapter per week, full book available inexpensively at Bookapy.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Voyeurism
Mackenzie and Gary decided that they wanted a June wedding – only four months after getting engaged. I’m sure that Grace Steele, Mac’s mother, went into a panic about their decision, but soon much of the conversation was about the rapid planning that was taking place for the event. Grace hired a wedding planner.
Gary asked me to be his best man, and Mac asked Mel to be her matron of honor. We gladly accepted. I think we were all naked and had been fucking each other’s partners when the offers were made. Highly unusual, but a lot of fun.
While all that was going on, Mel and I got an invitation to Joy and Tyler’s wedding up near Cleveland. Mel was asked to be a bridesmaid. The event provoked more tears and sorrow over Joy’s departure from our love nest. Mel waffled around about whether she could even do it without crying incessantly during the service, but ultimately she accepted. That was an early weekend in July.
We also got a heads-up ‘hold the date’ announcement and then an invitation to Katie and Dan’s wedding in Massachusetts in August. Mel was again asked to be a bridesmaid. I teased with the old saying ‘Always a bridesmaid but never a bride’. I saw her stiffen and get very thoughtful at my taunt. I really hadn’t meant anything by it.
About a week later, I got home at the normal time from my rounds and projects at the various complexes I was managing. We were replacing ninety water heaters in one of the buildings and also putting in water-leak alarms.
Mel was already home, and the apartment had a wonderful aroma of one of her stews, which I loved. She was also dressed up more than usual, and I guessed that she’d just kept on her dress from her business day. That was not the case, as I discovered.
I got us wine, and we ate chatting about our ongoing projects and then about the various weddings that were on the horizon.
As dinner ended, Mel leaned forward across the table and said, “Okay, I’ll do it.”
God had not graced me with the capability to be clairvoyant. The shift over sixty seconds from talking about a new decorating client to ‘Okay, I’ll do it’ was thus a little obscure to me. I repeated her question back to her with a question mark at the end: “Okay, I’ll do it?” I made sure my voice raised at the end to emphasize the question and my lack of understanding.
Mel said, “Yes. Marry you, that is if you’ll still have me.”
I was stunned. The woman I loved that placed a high value on rebellion, shunning societal norms, and maintaining sexual freedom despite being loosely engaged, had just indicated that she was conceding defeat to the establishment.
“Really?” I stammer out with an even larger question mark at the end of the word;.
“Yeah, really. I love you. I know that we could go on like this forever, but I’m feeling the need to make more of a commitment to you. I see marriage as one way to do that.”
“Okay,” I said. “Are you sure? Doing something like this is very ‘establishment’. You don’t like that, or didn’t. I promise not to ‘possess’ you or try to make you exclusive, but getting married is terribly traditional. If we do this, when were you thinking?”
“Soon. Very soon. I don’t want all the rigmarole that takes place in most weddings – dresses, fancy meals, cakes, reception, elaborate ceremony, presents, and such. I just want a few close friends and a justice of the peace.”
That’s what we did a month later.
Mel’s parents flew out to Columbus along with Katie. By then we’d gotten the license and arranged the JP. The wedding party consisted of Mel, me, her parents, my parents, Kara and Carl – my sister and future brother-in-law, Katie, Gary, and Mackenzie, plus Jim and Carson – from work. The whole affair took ten minutes late one morning and then we hosted a lavish luncheon at a restaurant named Swan’s – because of the pretty critters that swam on the adjacent pond that the place overlooked.
There were a couple of politely embarrassing speeches, and lots of congratulations. At the end of the day, Mel and I went back to the apartment. The people from the Boston area flew home, and Kara and Carl flew back to Austin. That night we also happened to make love to Mackenzie and Gary. It just seemed like the thing to do.
The other weddings that summer went off without a hitch, although we did feel we were rushing around the northeast participating in ceremonies. Mel was in most of them. I was only in one in June as Gary’s best man.
Around the edges of that wedding, the best man slept with the bridge-to-be the night before and the night after the wedding. We were prone to do that with each other. To keep things in balance, Mel kept the groom-to-be happy before and after their ceremony too. We were a horny bunch and planned to stay that way for a while.
I supposed our foursome got too comfortable for Mel. Shortly after Gary and Mackenzie got married, Mel announced on Thursday that she had another ‘date’ with somebody the next evening. The guy was one she knew from one of her business classes at OSU – Ted Dawson. He was a year older than Mel and was working in the marketing department at Abercrombie & Fitch.
I did my eyeroll thing and slapped her on the ass as she went off for her date. She laughed and said that she’d be home late. Late turned out to be the next morning, but she had texted me to tell me that and let me know that she was okay and having fun – a euphemism for fucking all night.
No longer one to let grass grow under my feet, I figured that to keep things somewhat level in our relationship, I should also date somebody. I took the easy way out, and looked up Patti Jaye; a pretty girl who I’d met in college and had as a fuck-buddy for a while, even while dating Mel after learning of her non-exclusivity policy. Patti had gotten a job in the finance and accounting department of American Electric Power – the local public utility providing power to the state and several others.
Patti was ecstatic to hear from me, and told me that I just brightened her whole year. She agreed that Saturday night would be a great date night and allow for us to catch up with each other. Her words also turned out to be euphemism for fucking each other’s lights out.
I raced around the apartment and did as many weekly chores as I could that were mine and many of Mel’s. I crossed them off our checklist. We were organized like that. I’d just finished making the bed about eleven a.m. when Mel came in. I was friendly and all and told her I had a cleaning streak and got a lot done on our list. I’d even made an early grocery run and put everything away.
Mel thanked me. I got a brief rundown of her date: dinner, movie, drinks, back to Ted’s apartment, and lots of fucking most of the night. I asked whether that had made her happy and she nodded with a sheepish grin.
I conveniently forgot to mention to Mel that I was going out until I ‘remembered’ about four o’clock. I’d put the focus on Mel, learning about her date, talking about work and our plans for the coming week, making sure she knew that I loved her, discussing a coming wedding, and doing a check-in with her.
Mel looked surprised, when I went to shave and shower, and put on some nicer than usual clothes. She just shrugged it off in about the same way that I had about her date with Ted. Maybe this would just be a series of fun encounters. She said that she’d see if Gary and Mac wanted company. I heard later that they had another social engagement, and I hadn’t planned that at all.
I buffed myself up to be date material, and left the apartment about six-thirty. Patti lived on the other side of town, so it took me a bit to drive there. I about got smothered in kisses by the cute little woman. I say little, but she was about five inches taller than Mel – the Pixie – and still was small by my standards.
Patti and I went to an Italian restaurant and had a leisurely dinner. She was surprised that I was married, and gave me a funny look. I teased, “So, you’re wondering why I’m on a date with you if I’m married, right?”
Patti said, “Got it in one. Tell me.”
“Mel and I have an open marriage, building on the open relationship we’ve had since we met at OSU. I held off being a participant that way until I met you back then, and you made me realize that the extra-curricular dating was fun and didn’t need to impact my other ‘primary’ relationship in a negative way. They complement each other actually.
“I kind of decided that since Mel still wanted to date ‘outsiders’, if you will, then I would also. This keeps the balance in our relationship, keeps me from being a cuckold, and it also allows us to be with other interesting and loving people – people like you.”
Patti shook her head. “I guess I can handle that. I’m not looking to get married, so I’m still in the mode where I want fun dates and to be with stimulating men. You fit that bill and always have. I also don’t want to become the ‘other woman’ or come between you and Mel in any way.”
I assured her that Mel and I were solid, albeit unconventional. The date went on from there.
Over dinner, Patti got the whole philosophy that underpinned my marriage and Mel’s actions. We talked about compersion at great length, and then talked in various scenarios. Without giving names, I told her about Gary and Mackenzie too, and how we played together.