Retirement Living Sharing Love 3

The following is a work of fiction. Neither the location nor any of the characters exist, nor are they based upon anyone or any real place. The one thing that is based upon fact is the narrator's ability to project emotions into his lover's mind. Although this may seem unusual, it is an ability that the author has and regularly practices with his wife. The thought of sharing that ability with lovers other than one's spouse is a bit scary to me due to the chance of misunderstanding that might cause problems, which is part of the reason why I wrote this story.

This story is my latest addition to a series of stories about life in a Senior Living Community. Most of the other stories have titles that include the words "Senior Community."

Most of my stories are told from the viewpoint of the narrator, whose name is Jason. He is married to Sharon, and they live in a senior living community. A number of months ago, they decided to share their love for each other with various other residents of the community who are lonely and whose sex life is almost nonexistent. The first chapter of this story introduced three new women, Monique, Bev, and Becky, who all have different reasons for living a lonely life without a partner or any form of sexual outlet beyond masturbation. The second part of the story centers on the threesome relationship that Jason and Sharon developed with Bev. This chapter starts with a conversation that reveals the reasons why Jason's and Bev's prior lives were so difficult and unhappy, which lead to their current loving relationship with Sharon. This conversation allowed them to each understand the other much better. But, most of the story deals with how Jason and Bev fulfill fantasy/dream that Sharon has had for many years. It also describes what Jason had to end up doing to pay back Becky and Amy for helping fulfill Sharon's fantasy.

In the previous chapter, Bev moved in with Jason and Sharon and they have now become a full-time threesome, who are all madly in love with each other and enjoy exploring a wide variety of what to show their love for each other through sex.

If the story line doesn't seem to make sense at times, I encourage you to go back and read the previous two chapters as well as the fourth one.

Chapter 3

Six months after Bev moved in with Jason and Sharon, Sharon was out grocery shopping one afternoon. While Jason and Bev were quietly reading in the living room. Jason looked up and asked, "Bev dear, can we talk? I feel like there are some things that I need to tell you about myself while Sharon is out."

Bev said, "Certainly, dear. Go ahead."

Jason said, "Please understand that I need to keep everything that I am about to tell you just between us. Sharon knows most of what I am about to share with you as my new second wife, but there may be things that she does not remember or that I never told her about that I would rather not have to discuss with her again.

"I have not always known that I was bi-gender. I only became aware of a feminine side to my personality when I was in my late 20s. I have always only attracted to women, but for a long time I suspected that maybe I was bisexual because I kept having the dreams about being fucked in the ass by a man, which you are all too familiar with since you helped make that dream come true, sort of. During this time, I was infatuated with Sharon and loved sex with her, but something was missing, and that something was making me very depressed.

"When I was in my early 30s, Sharon suspected I was having problems. I don't know how, but she seemed to sense the presence of my feminine side and started encouraging me to occasionally cross-dress at home. She even welcomed it when I started to engage in the use of lesbian techniques to make love to her.

"As time went by, I became less depressed as my feminine persona developed. Since I couldn't openly go shopping for women's clothing on my own, Sharon would go with me and help me choose the right sizes for most clothing. Her presence even provided me with cover so that I could occasionally take women's clothing with us into a unisex changing room to try things on. That worked for everything except lingerie, which was a problem until it became possible to order items from the internet. Sharon became my size and style consultant. At least costume jewelry was easy. Any clerk is happy to help a man who appears to be shopping for a gift for his girlfriend or wife.

"Over the years, the persona we now call Jewel developed and matured almost into an entity of her own. A shrink might be concerned that I developed a split personality, but Jason and Jewel are really just two sides of the same coin. We know what the other is doing and can force a return to the other at any time.

"What I cannot explain because I do not understand it myself is my ability to project emotions. Sharon and I have long known that we sometimes shared a thought, but we never knew if it was one-way or two-way communication. That changed a couple of years ago when I was treated for PTSD. The treatment had an unexpected and unexplained side effect.

"The medication used in the treatment worked, and when I finished all of my sessions, I found that I could sense Sharon's emotions. At first I was very scared by this and didn't want to freak her out that I could read her mind. I went very slowly at first. I started out by projecting a calming emotion in bed as we were trying to go to sleep. I found that she almost immediately fell asleep when I did that.

"A few nights later, I projected a mild emotion of love to her just as we were getting into bed. I noticed a tear form in one eye as she turned to give me a kiss and say how much she loved me. Over the next few nights, I projected increasing levels of love with ever increasingly intense reactions from Sharon. Finally, one night I overdid it with love and touched on low passion. Suddenly Sharon's breathing rate increased, and she gave me a very passionate kiss. I was so startled that I asked, 'Did you feel that?' Sharon asked, 'Feel what?'

"So I projected passion at a much greater intensity.

Sharon came close to having an orgasm then and asked, 'Did you just do that to me?' in a tone that was not accusatory, just questioning.

"So I told her, 'I think so. Let me try again.'

"This time, I tried to gather all of the love and passion that I had for Sharon and projected it as intensely as I could. This time, she did have an orgasmic reaction. She said, 'Please, dear, do that again.'

"So I did, and she had another orgasmic reaction, but this time, I felt sort of a backwash effect. When I recovered, I tried reaching out with my mind and found that I could sense her intense love for me in a way that I had never felt before.

"Over the next few weeks, we both experimented. I found that if I timed it right, I could sense an impending orgasm in her during sex and supplement it in a way to intensify her reaction beyond any of her previous experiences. I also found that if she drove herself to orgasm with her vibrator while I was sensing her emotions, I could also experience her orgasm. It was during that experimentation period that we both learned the differences between male and female orgasms. We both knew how anal orgasms were different, but this was all so new to us and helped us become much better lovers.

"We shared our love like this for several years until one day when I was feeling down, Sharon suggested that maybe we should find a way to share our love for each other with our friends. It took us several months to figure out how to do that without sounding like a couple of perverts or loonies.

"Finally, one day, Sharon suggested that we should make a list of our neighbors who were as lonely and depressed as I had been so very many years earlier. We didn't care why the person needed help and compassion, just that they needed some of the love that we wanted to share. We jointly compiled a list of candidates here at the community and then began making discrete inquiries. Sharon took the women, and I took the men, since it would not have been proper for me to walk into a single woman's apartment and propose the crazy idea that would result in us having sex with each other.

"None of the men that I approached was willing to accept our offer. Several of the semi-married men whose wives were in memory care were tempted but always felt too guilty about cheating on their wives, even though they knew that she would never comprehend that anything had happened, even if someone else told her. The guys just couldn't get past their sacred wedding vows.

"Sharon had a bit more luck. Our first visitor was Monique, who I believe you have met. She is a wonderful person on the inside but isn't highly attractive physically. She had been widowed and lonely for many years, so when Sharon befriended her and offered to allow her to join us for a threesome, she said yes. I will always suspect that she agreed just to spend time with someone who would pay loving attention to her. She turned out to be a wonderful lover and quickly came out of her shell and stopped hiding in her apartment. We taught her many of the things that we taught you in the early days, and I was projecting waves of love to her to help build her confidence.

"Monique shared our bed for a couple of months afterwards before meeting one of the men that I had interviewed whose wife had died. With Monique's new confidence, she helped him through the grief of losing his wife. When the proper time came, she invited him into her bed. Last I heard, they are planning to get married next month.

"Around the time that Monique's time as our threesome lover was ending was when I spent my first night with you. You know everything that happened between us, but what you don't know is that in the early days, I was also helping Becky. The two of us were not head over heels in love with each other yet, so I felt that I needed to follow through with Sharon's offer to Becky."

Bev said, "I remember Becky. She propositioned me in the hallway one day. She completely turned me off."

Jason said, "I am not surprised by that. She was an electrician that worked in the construction industry. I spent one night with her as Jewel, and for most of the evening she essentially raped me. Her idea of sex was brutal fucking. But when she finished, her demeanor suddenly changed. She said something along the lines of, "No woman has ever been able to satisfy my needs, and you just took everything I had.

"When we climbed into the shower, she actually became very gentle as she washed me. When we woke up the next morning, she said that she wasn't through with me yet. But instead of continuing to rape my ass, she did something very much like when you surprised me by riding my cock in the cowgirl position. The only difference was that I could see that as she was riding me, her motion showed that in her mind, she was a man who was tenderly making love to the woman beneath him.

"That morning, sex with her was very good, and she was getting me excited. When I felt like I was close to coming, I touched her mind for the very first time, and what I found was a combination of true love and passion. So when I was about to come, I projected the emotions of a male orgasm into her mind. You have experienced what that feels like, but that was not your first experience with my mental projections; for her, it was a shock.

"She immediately collapsed into bed next to me in tears of joy and asked what I had done to her. I explained that I realized that last night she had exorcised her demons by roughly fucking me but that this morning was different. I told her I realized that in her mind, she was the man, so I projected the emotions that a man feels during orgasm along with the feelings of love for his partner into her mind.

"She immediately rolled back onto me, but this time she was hugging and kissing me and saying thank you.

"Her personality changed that morning. I have had sex with her once or twice since then, and she is still fairly rough in bed, but she is much less harsh and aggressive. I understand that she even has a girlfriend now."

Jason then said, "I never, ever project anything except positive emotions, but I want you to understand a bit about how difficult life was for me in the old days." Jason was quiet for a few minutes before he projected an emotion of how sad he had been during that period.

A tear came to Bev's eye as she moved over next to Jason, stroked his cheek, and tenderly kissed him.

He said, "Thank you for bringing me back to the present. Now to continue...

Bev darling, I needed to explain this to you so that you will understand why Sharon will always be my first and deepest love. If not for her, I probably wouldn't have survived that dark time. However, I also want you to understand that for me, it was love at first sight when I first saw you. Even if things hadn't developed between us as they have, I would still be madly in love with you from afar. I am proud to have both of you as my wives and to be able to share my gift with you."

Bev asked, "Do you still have plans to share with others?"

Jason said, "Bev dear, your entry into Sharon's and my life changed our plans. You are the focus of our love now. We are not seeking others to share with, but I cannot rule out sharing with others if the opportunity arose. But for now, Sharon and I are very happy that you are a full member of our family."

Bev asked, "If that opportunity arose, could I be your helper?"

Jason said, "Of course, you are just as much my wife as Sharon is and you understand how the process works. If that hypothetical situation arose, we would make our plans as a family and decide who would be involved." Jason laughed and continued, "If my mental gift wasn't required, it might actually be you and Sharon helping our friend, whoever that might be."

Bev said, "Thank you, and yes, I needed to hear that. I often feel like an interloper in your marriage with Sharon. I know in my heart that both of you love me deeply, but I sometimes have my doubts."

Jason said, "Bev, I will always love you. My greatest fear in life is that something would happen to force me to choose between you and Sharon," as he gave a shudder at that thought.

Bev leaned over and gave him another kiss, but this one was very passionate.

Then Bev said, "Jason dear, I need to do the same for you so that you can understand why I needed the help that Sharon and you have given me.

"When I was in junior high, I was the ugly duckling in my class. I had long, stringy hair; my clothes didn't fit because my parents couldn't afford to buy better ones for me, and I didn't do well in any of my academic classes. Art was the only class that I excelled at and thankfully, I had a teacher that encouraged me when none of my classmates would. She helped me improve my drawing ability, introduced me to art history so that I could learn what the masters had done, and finally, she introduced me to watercolors, which were inexpensive enough for my parents to buy.

"My problems continued into high school and got worse. The other girls picked on me, and none of the boys was interested. I withdrew socially to avoid the bullying that I was starting to get. I still struggled with my academic work, so college was out of the question. Fortunately, my art teacher in high school saw some of my paintings and saw my potential. Thankfully, there was an art school in the city where I lived, so I was able to continue my art education there with a scholarship.

"It was while I was near the end of my time in art college that I morphed from an ugly duckling into a beautiful swan, but it was too late by then for me to develop the social skills and interest in others that I had missed out on. Both men and women started hitting on me, and that turned me even further inward. The only people that I would socialize with at all were the gay men in my classes. They had also been ostracized in earlier years, so at least we had a little bit in common.

"When I graduated, I had no friends and was so depressed that I moved out of the city. I moved to a small town where I could go out and hike through the woods just to be by myself. That is when I learned to appreciate nature. I would go to the library to learn about the trees and animals that I saw and began painting them. I displayed some of my paintings at a local gallery and was fortunate enough to sell enough of them to be able to buy better quality canvas and paints than I had ever had before.

"Unfortunately, that pretty much sums up my dreary life until I moved here. I never learned how to make friends, so I spent my life outdoors getting ideas and then getting my only joy in life by painting. I found a couple of local galleries that were happy to show and sell my work. Many of the men in the art world are gay, so they didn't try to hit on me, and the few men and women that did quickly found out that I wasn't interested and would cut them off if they tried to pursue the matter. Their commercial interests would then win out, and they would leave me alone and only contact me if they had a customer that wanted some custom work done."

Jason asked, "How did Sharon ever convince you to even talk to me? I am overjoyed that she was able to, but ..."

Bev said, "At first, I only spoke with Sharon to be sociable. I am not a mean person, just very introverted, and she was so kind and caring that I let her in for a visit. When Sharon came to my door, my life took a 180-degree turn. At first, the idea of spending any time at all with you was revolting and terrified me. But when she explained about your sexual orientation and that you would spend most of your time with me as a woman, I already felt that we shared something in common, which was simply being different from others.

"Maybe that is part of the reason why I almost immediately fell in love with Jewel and vice versa. What Sharon said piqued my curiosity, and when I spoke with her, from the little bit that she told me, my intuition said that the two of us seemed to share so much pain in our past. Then, when I saw Jewel that first night, I immediately knew that I had found the person who had been missing in my life. And as you know so very well, Jewel taught me about love and how to share love with others. So, now we can fill our lives with joy and love for each other with the bonus of having Sharon to share all of our future experiences. You were fortunate to have Sharon to get you through your dark years, and I had my paints and canvas. After this little talk, I am certain that I must have known even back then that you were the one who was made to love me."

Jason asked, "Not to change the subject, but I haven't seen you working on any paintings since you moved in with us. Now, I can understand better why that is, but I hope that you are not going to completely give it up. You are so artistically gifted that I don't want to see you walk away from it on our account."

Bev said, "At this point, I really don't know about my art. Painting was a creative outlet for the pain and loneliness that consumed my life. Those two things are gone forever now and have been replaced by joy, love, and SEX! Yes, I should probably get back to it. In fact, let's the two of us make a deal. I haven't been out hiking in the woods for a while. Would you like me to show you some of the areas where I got my best inspirations? We could go tomorrow."

Jason said, "Sharon isn't too keen about hiking, but I would love to spend time walking with my wife through the areas that you love and learning more about your art as we walk. Is there a place that is close by that we could visit after lunch tomorrow?"

Bev suddenly cheered up and said, "Absolutely, I know just the place for a walk and a bit of necking by a pond."