Chapter 26: A New Man

I went to the beach alone and meditated. It took me a while to get into my accepting state and I was puzzled by the messages. It was almost like getting on a radio frequency where there were a dozen stations all broadcasting at once. I’d felt this way before and usually things sorted themselves out over the next week or so. I attributed my confusion to allowing my ego too great a role in my life rather than conscious study of my thoughts and actions – true mindfulness.

Back at the house I puttered around the kitchen and garage for a while, cleaning up after some house projects and putting tools away. Eventually, I went into the den and worked on organizing some of the things for the book about relationship building I was currently working on. An hour later, I heard someone moving around the kitchen, so I went and joined them.

Rachel was swaying her sexy hips around the kitchen. She was naked and I stiffened in response to her sexiness. She came and kissed me; I could still taste the three of us on her lips – a nice touch early in the morning. She ground her hips into me, “God, you turn me on,” she crooned.

“Well, the feeling’s mutual you know.”

“Do you want to do anything about that?” she asked, making a blatant “hit” on my innocent body.

“Yes,” I said, “living room sofa.” I was horny again. I was always horny, even after a night where I had multiple orgasms in two different women – women that I loved. I figured this was just part of being a genuine sexual pervert. I followed her swaying girlie hips into the next room. She was leading me by holding onto my swelling cock through my shorts.

I sat on the couch and Rachel knelt in front of me. She yanked my shorts off and then sucked me into her mouth. She completed the job of creating a steel-like penis to make love to her pussy in only a couple of minutes. She rose and came over me, straddling my body again. I loved it when she did this because I could fondle her beautiful, full breasts, even suckling them.

Rachel slowly lowered her body onto my cock, making both of us enjoy a long exquisite moment as I erotically and slowly slid into her wet cunt. I almost came from the sensation of that one act; I didn’t realize how sensitive she’d made me.

She leaned in and dragged her tits across my face slowly, allowing my tongue to dart out and suck on one breast and then the other, and to briefly grab at her erect nipples before they were yanked from my oral attentions. She repeated this several times yet managed to maintain a slow, tender fuck. Finally, she leaned in and kissed me hard. She told me, “I love you. I love doing this with you. I feel loved by you. Oh, this is so great. Thank you, Universe!” She looked skyward.

Rachel opined, “A few years ago, my having this much sex would have left me very sore for days. We’ve been fucking so much that I’m now inured to it. My vagina just has to be full of cock and cum. All that happens now, is that my body craves more and more fucking. I am wearing Carl out and you know about my activities with you and Robbie.”

I suggested, “Carl must be happy?”

“Definitely. He told me some of the men at work were complaining about the lack of sex in their relationships and marriages. He had to keep quiet. The men pestered him, trying to get him to agree, but he finally told them that his wife was a super-horny succubus that wanted to fuck and suck all the time. Of course, they didn’t believe him.”

I warned her that I wouldn’t last long and my intuition proved to be right. I thought of all we’d done the night before, the possibility of what Carl and Karen had been doing, and, well, that’s about all it took. Rachel muttered a few more words of sex talk but by that time we were pulling into ourselves to celebrate the arrival of our orgasms. We spasmed together as I washed the inside of her pussy with my cum. She wiggled down onto me to be sure we had maximum coupling and then there were those waves of pleasure.

We lay there coupled together for a long time. Rachel finally stood up claiming her leg was going to sleep and she needed to move. She was holding her crotch so our juices didn’t drain out of her onto the carpet. I pulled her through the kitchen and outside and into the pool; she shrieked with delight at the cool pool water as we went under water. I had actually taken a quick glance around before our nude bodies exited the house; no one was close by in the small bay.

We swam around. Rachel then surprised me with a question.

“Jim. What if I wanted to add someone to the family? A guy. Would that be OK? How would we do it or would we?”

“Tell me more,” I said.

“There’s a guy at work that I have really good chemistry with. His name is Ray Jennings. He divorced about five years ago and hasn’t really gotten back in the dating groove. He’s about my age, trim, fit, athletic, six feet, brown hair. After you’ve talked with him a little, you’ll walk away thinking, ‘This is a really nice guy.’ That opinion never changes over time.”

“Do you know why he was divorced?” I asked.

“He said his ex-wife left him for another guy. He made one statement that caught my attention; he said ‘I really liked the guy too,’ she just didn’t allow for other possibilities in how to have another relationship.”

“And you and he...?” I tossed her the open-ended question.

“We’ve done nothing but feel close to each other and have deep conversations over lunch once in a while. We think alike on many topics, although we’ve stayed on ‘safe’ topics, so far. That said, I’d sort of like to explore what he’s like at deeper levels. I also think I’d like to get physical with him.”

“What’s Carl say?” I asked.

She laughed, “He said I should talk to you.”

I laughed at Carl passing the buck to me. I thought for a while, and then said, “I’m not against it. Our numbers have grown. There are more women than men, so we’re imbalanced a bit. We should probably test the chemistry between Ray and the rest of us, particularly how he reacts to my life style with Lynn and Karen. We don’t have to reveal everything to him unless he’s acceptable and appears ready.”

Rachel nodded.

I said, “We’ve got nothing special planned for tonight. Do you want to invite him over to barbecue and see what happens?”

She thought and said, “Yes. When we get out of the pool, I’ll call him.”

Ray was just as Rachel had described him. He was nice looking and extremely pleasant to have around. He wasn’t shy on the other hand. People wouldn’t have described him as aggressive or even assertive. I could tell by watching that Karen and Lynn warmed up to him almost instantly. He was a good conversationalist and an attentive and active listener to whomever was talking. He also made sure he didn’t dominate the conversations. I was particularly appreciative that he had a spiritual side to his nature that he wasn’t afraid to let show. We both mentioned frequent meditation sessions.

If Ray had any reservations about my relationship with Karen and Lynn, it was hidden. He just accepted that the three of us lived together in a threesome. He made no value judgments that I could see. Further, his eyebrows didn’t even go up when Rachel came to me one time and gave me a big hug and kiss that went far beyond any ‘sister-in-law’ kind of affection.

Carl was especially engaging with Ray and I watched the two of them have a significant discussion about investment philosophy and a ‘how to do’ on exchange currency trading. Knowing Carl as I do, I could see there was a lot more being weighed than just portfolio management.

We did burgers on the grill with the guys standing around watching them cook while the women prepared salads and other side dishes. Eventually we all sat around at the picnic tables on the patio and ate.

Mel and Robbie came by the house after an early movie. Mel gave me one of her body withering, full body press ‘hello’ kisses that I so enjoy. Again, Ray just watched with almost a detached air of amusement and pleasure in our performance. We’d waited for Mel and Robbie to have dessert. Mel was a twitter with her wedding plans and it was clear from our conversations that I was helping her implement most of her ideas. I even got a pad of paper and took additional notes to add to the many she’d already shared with me. Today she had an idea for a ‘flotilla’ of bride’s maids and groomsmen – not just a couple of each but dozens of people from our families all at once standing up with her to share in her happiness. I liked her idea and told her so. For that, I got a sloppy kiss.

We sat around for a while then Ray got restless, thanked us for the great dinner and camaraderie, and left us, collecting a few hugs and perfunctory kisses from the women and handshakes from the guys as he left.

We all walked back to the patio and sat around. Rachel started the discussion, “So, what do you each think of Ray?”

“He’s nice, but at least today he was on his best behavior,” Karen said. “He’s smart and articulate, but I didn’t sense any passion in there except for his job.”

Robbie added, “You talked to him more, but I have a ‘plain vanilla’ feeling. I’d like to get to know him better. What heats him up?”

I agreed with Rob and Karen. I turned to Carl; “What do you think? Not ready?”

Carl spoke, “We need something to get him unbalanced – to see how he’d really roll with our life style and extended family. I’m not sure what it could be.” He turned to Rachel, “Maybe you just need to come on to him and see how he reacts; what he says and does.”

I could see some other alternatives but they might prove embarrassing for him or us if he wasn’t appreciative of our ‘extended’ and sharing life style. After some further talk and input from the others, Rachel agreed she’d have a cozier lunch with him in the coming week and see where things went.

I had started to put together Mel’s end-of-August wedding almost as soon as she picked the date in early July. I was on the phone for hours and on some afternoons. I visited reception sites with my camera, auditioned bands and listened to folk duos. Mel came by one afternoon after work and I ran through my findings with her as well as showed her the pictures of some venues and ceremony locations. She made some choices and we wrote them all down.

I’d gotten four CDs of local bands but to me there was only one choice. Mel listened and I talked about the ‘show’ each put on. Without my prompting, she agreed with my choice. It was a rocking six-man group called The Edge. I signed them up and gave them a thousand-dollar deposit on Wednesday, also talking to them about electrical and audio needs. I also firmed up the arrangements for the reception location and identified and locked in a company that could provide a tent, an arbor and the other accoutrements that Mel wanted for the actual ceremony on the beach. Of course, I had to get a permit to set up things on the public beach.

I also made a trip to a very upscale store called The Whitehouse and bought both Lynn and Karen dresses for the wedding. Of course, this was with the full understanding that they were returnable within a week or two if they were unloved the way I wanted them to be. I also went to one of Sarasota’s largest bakeries and talked to them about a cake and the unique needs for icing and design on it. I was actually having fun. I was worried we were forgetting some major part of all this so I spent the evening looking at wedding checklists on the Internet making sure we hadn’t forgotten anything.

One Friday, I talked to Robbie Winter’s parents about the rehearsal dinner, their guests and some of Mel’s ideas. We had a cordial talk and they were wondering when and how all this was going to take place. They were from upstate and so I volunteered to help them find a nice place for the wedding group dinner. They were most appreciative and we all told each other we looking forward to the event. I locked in a private function room at the Chart House overlooking the Gulf of Mexico for their rehearsal dinner.

The next week, I spent several hours with a florist I knew making plans for all the right arrangements to be at the right place at the right time. Lastly, I called a friend of mine that was a professional photographer in London and asked Jeremy to come and do Mel’s wedding. A couple of years earlier, he had married a woman named Alex that he was madly in love with; I agreed to fly them both over for the wedding – he was a great friend and the best photographer I’d ever seen plus I really wanted to meet Alex.

After things were pretty well in hand, I typed up everything on the computer. Robbie and Mel came over for lunch, and along with Karen and Lynn, I made a ‘formal’ presentation of all the arrangements. They were amazed and pleased that just about everything was done. I had a list of some of the things I couldn’t do, such as appear personally to get the marriage license. I gave that task to Rob and Mel. We also ran through several options I’d gathered for invitations and announcements.

With the four of them seated in a semi-circle, I asked them to close their eyes and envision the perfect dress that Lynn would wear. I asked them not to vocalize it but to hold the image in their minds until I told them to open their eyes. I rushed down the hall to where I’d hidden the dresses in my closet and brought Lynn’s back to the living room. I held my breath and said, “OK now open your eyes and see how close I came.” I gritted my teeth and crossed my fingers.

There was a long silence in the room as each person examined the dress. I knew Robbie would have accepted burlap as his fabric of choice. Suddenly Lynn was in my arms kissing me, “Oh Jim, it’s perfect. It’s so much better than what I was thinking. I was being dowdy. This is sophisticated and sexy and ... well, it’s beautiful and even sexy. Thank you.” More kisses.

Basking in that success, I said, “OK, now you have to repeat the same process for Karen’s dress. They all closed their eyes. Expectations were higher now that I’d had one success. I pulled Karen’s dress out of my closet and removed its protective plastic sheath. “OK everyone,” I said, “how’s this one?”

There was an intake of breath, even from Robbie. Karen stood and came up close to the dress, examining every detail. “Oh, my God, it’s perfect!” she exclaimed with a choked voice. “How did you do that? How did you know?” She actually had tears in her eyes. She came and hugged me too.

I realized they were both waiting for a response from me to Karen’s questions. “I love you both more than the heaven and earth. Mel too.” I looked lovingly at Mel. “So, when I went to the best store in town all I had to do was think what I would be proud to have my lovers wearing. These were bought with love and caring. Plus, it was a risky move but I thought I’d try it. They are returnable if you change your mind.” They both kissed me and we had a group hug.

“What about Mel’s dress?” Lynn asked suddenly turning to Mel.

“Ahhh,” I said. “Monday morning at nine o’clock I am escorting Mel to the store Sarasota Brides. We have an appointment with Ms. Kampman, the storeowner. Either or both of you may come or wait and be surprised the end of August.

Two voices in unison said, “We’ll come!”

We had a communal dinner the following Saturday. Carl and Rachel had gotten a baby sitter and we were all awaiting her report of her encounter with Ray. So far, except to smirk at the mention of the subject, she’d been mute. If Carl knew anything, he was also being mute. She’d put us all off until after dinner. She told us with a grin, “This is going to be dessert.”

I think we finished dinner in record time because of Rachel’s bait. Finally, we were all sitting around the patio table with the dregs of our beers or wines. We all looked at Rachel.

She began tritely, “Once upon a time,” then paused with gales of laughter as the rest of us watched. “Oh, gang, I think he’s a wonderful fit. Let me tell you the details.” She laughed again.

“Wednesday, I proposed that I take Ray to lunch. He’s taken me so many times I told him it was my turn to return the favor. So far, this was all very ‘plain vanilla’ except when I asked him, I really invaded his personal space. I think I was about six inches from him and I reached forward and put my hand on his chest like this.” She pulled Carl up and showed us what her body language had been. We laughed because Carl actually looked ill at ease with his wife being so close.