American Princess
Copyright© 2025 by Wolf
Chapter 8: Threesome
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8: Threesome - Princess ‘Carrie’ Caroline disappears, but for Jim she becomes a visitor who captures his heart. They start their adventures, dodging the public, authorities, and then abductors. Her new life sex, swinging, polyamory, and some wild parties, all while building a new career. The princess, Jim, and new friends fall in love and enjoy unusual experiences and adventures. Much sex.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Celebrity Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Royalty
Carrie explained her comment about me loving her and Marjorie at the same time. “While you’ve been out in the daytime working, I started studying about all sorts of relationships. I was interested in understanding what Jim and I were creating, but I stumbled on something called polyamory – loving multiple people.
“I’m enthralled by the concept, and as I read about it, I thought of all the nice things you wrote in your journal about Marjorie. I didn’t even know her, but I could see that she must have been special for you and you to her. I learned about both of you.”
I caught Marjorie’s attention. “Carrie read my private diary when I was at work one day. She wasn’t supposed to do that, but she did. For the past year, since we started dating, I’d written about you and my feelings for you.”
I turned to Carrie, “So, you’re proposing that we do something ... polyamorous?”
“Yes, and then Marjorie can be there with us.”
“Living together?” I was surprised at where this was all going.
Both women nodded: Carrie for agreement, and Marjorie with a sense of hope.
“You had this whole conversation while I changed clothes and washed up?” I realized that they couldn’t possibly have covered this much turf in the few minutes I was gone from the room.
Carrie looked embarrassed and said in a low voice, “Not entirely.”
“WHAT?” I detected something amiss in what was going on.
“I talked to her a few times before we met today, only she didn’t know who I really was until she saw me in the parking lot. When I called her, I told her that I was becoming your new girlfriend, Karyn Bishop, and that I was exploring possibilities that could make you happier.”
I turned to Marjorie; “Is this right?”
She nodded, “Yes. She and I had several very long phone conversations over the past two days – several hours’ worth. We both confessed a lot of things to each other, and we both got under each other’s skin a lot – in a nice way. I had no idea that she was Princess Caroline. I didn’t even connect the two, until she told me she was also Karyn Bishop in Jacque’s parking lot as we got in the car.
I turned to Carrie, “Since you read my journal, you know that I had a very physical relationship with Marjorie.” I turned to Marjorie, “And that now I have one with Carrie. What would happen to those?”
Marjorie responded in a hopeful tone, “They’d continue. Ours would start up again, if you were willing,” I could tell she was wavering and trying to please me. I was a sucker for pussyfooting women who wanted to please me, too.
I said, “And so I’d make love to one of you in the bedroom while the other sat out here watching television?”
Carrie said, “I think we were hoping the two of us could be in bed with you at the same time – making love together.” She blushed. “I have a confession to make. When I got the idea of maybe having Marjorie with us, I watched some more lesbian porn on your computer. I got very turned on by it. I think it has possibilities for when we’ve worn you out. I think without the two of us having a loving physical relationship the idea of the three of us together might not work, but we’ll try it.”
Carrie continued but also made eye contact with Marjorie, “We haven’t really talked about it, but we did gloss over that area during one of our long chats. I put the idea out there and there was no adverse reply.”
I sat back, “Are you playing with me? Having two gorgeous women in bed at the same time is every guy’s wildest dream. I admit it sounds like a state of nirvana. I would love that, but not at the expense of either of you feeling jealous about the other or about how I spend my time with each of you.”
Marjorie said, “I think we can work through that. Jealousy is a learned emotion. The opposite is something called compersion, and that’s where I would feel good about Carrie getting your attention. I feel that way about you and her; I want you both to be happy.”
Carrie jumped in, “And I feel that you and Marjorie getting together and making love again would be so fine. I just hope I get to watch because it’d be so hot. The thought is loving and arousing. You know you both still love each other. Maybe sometimes the three of us could all play together.”
Marjorie was nodding, wildly agreeing with everything that Carrie said.
I turned to Carrie, “And the idea of making love to another woman just happened to be one of our fantasy topics, and the subject of some of our discussions the past week?”
“Well, that too, but I really want to try this. I’m committed to making this work, and so is Marjorie.” She looked at her new friend for verification.
Marjorie nodded enthusiastically.
I shook my head and actually pinched my leg to be sure I was awake and not dreaming. I had a sudden worry that the whole episode with Princess Caroline was a dream I’d conjured up in one of my lurid midnight fantasies. Nothing changed.
I said, “I think we should go slow with all this. I don’t want anybody emotionally hurt because this doesn’t play out the way we thought it would.”
The two women nodded in agreement. They each leaned in and got a warm kiss on the lips from me.
To my surprise Carrie leaned across me, as did Marjorie, and the two of them kissed one another in a kiss that they held for a long time. I could hear the bacon in my refrigerator sizzling because that kiss.
Carrie whispered as she pulled away, “Oh, yes, this is going to work.”
After that discussion, I drove Marjorie back to Jacques to retrieve her car. She went home to pack an overnight bag and then come back to my condo so we could be together. We were collectively moving very rapidly into this new polyamorous relationship that Carrie conceived.
I figured I had about a half-hour to talk to Carrie alone before she joined us.
I raced back to the apartment, and Carrie was happily humming as she did some straightening in the kitchen, preparing our dishes for breakfast as she was inclined to do in the evening. I saw she was setting out three of everything.
I sat at the kitchen counter, probably with a look of great concentration on my face. “Carrie, this is serious discussion time.” I tapped at the counter for her attention.
“I already know what you’re going to say or ask. I am fine with this.” She gave me a toothy grin.
“Does this diminish our relationship in any way? I don’t want that. I want you to know that I am devoted to you with every fiber in my body, and you should know by now that my feelings have nothing to do with your life before you came home with me from the hotel.”
“Oh, I know that, and I know you are my loving boyfriend, and I bask in that light every moment of the day. I love you, too, with all my heart. It’s just that I know I have room for even more, and I also know you do – and I think Marjorie does. Before she knew who I really was we talked about it.”
Carrie paused, “One of the gifts I happen to have, is a great sense of insight into people and what makes them tick. I do need little cues, but then I sort of have them figured out quite well. You helped me three weeks ago when I was vulnerable, and you could have dropped me off at a police station or in the middle of nowhere. That said a lot about you in my book, and you can’t escape that.”
Carrie blushed and continued, “I read about Marjorie in your journal, and I know you didn’t like me doing that, but I did it anyway because I was trying to learn whether I could trust you. Well, not only could I trust you, but also, I could uniquely love you. You are an eloquent writer, and I read every word you wrote going back over a year.”
Carrie came close to me, “You wrote about Marjorie, not only what you did, but also how you felt about her and how you thought she felt about you. You were right, and that formed the basis for our phone calls. I got her number off your mobile. I figured her out, too, and she does love you. She messed up by leaving you, and she’s trying to fix it by coming back. Please give her a chance. I know you love her too despite her lapse in judgment. I think that she’s learned some important lessons in the process.”
I asked in a serious tone, “Is she coming back only to find that you’re in her way? What are her expectations? I only ever thought of being in a monogamous relationship with her, and as far as I know that’s the only way she thought.”