Kitty lay between two men - the love of her life Tom on one side, and Don her new acquaintance on the other. The two men slept soundly, softly breathing in a rhythmic pattern, albeit each to their own syncopation. The room smelled faintly of sex and tropical flowers. She would remember that potent combination of scents - when she remembered last night - and she would always remember last night.
The woman didn't want to move in the bed - to disturb the two men, especially as it was still quite early in the morning and none of the three had much sleep. Kitty hadn't slept more than an hour or so, her adrenaline was still pumping, her body was tingling from sexual stimulation and satisfaction - she was tired but didn't want to relinquish her thoughts to sleep.
Tom's long-time lover had learned new things about him last evening. Kitty had believed their forty year relationship held no secrets; Kitty loved and trusted Tom, so she was not so much repulsed as shocked that he had a male lover and yet had never confided that relationship to her before.
She had always been curious about male sexual encounters - both the physical and emotional aspects. However, she did not find the thought of the male-on-male sex act off-putting. Kitty had known gay man in both her personal and professional life and had found their friendships with her to have been just as sincere as any girlfriends she might have - maybe more honest in some instances. Several of these men, and women, had been in long time, committed relationships. She did not view those types of relationships with prurient interest, but rather viewed them as sexually-satisfying-couplings as old as history - Greek history as an example, or perhaps even older.
The woman continued to lay nude, on her back, legs slightly akimbo with a sheet pulled over her, just covering her breasts, as she stared up at the ceiling and wondered how this glorious get-away weekend has suddenly taken a dramatic, unexpected turn.
After the couple's arrival on Cayman, Tom had been unnerved to be confronted with a past lover. Furthermore, he had realized that a homo-erotic relationship that he had only very occasionally considered in the many years he had been with Kitty, was suddenly a very real presence on their island get-away. Tom had become quite drunk as he considered the possibility of a face-to-face reunion with a once important sexual partner from his past. The other painful reality for Tom was how his past relationship with Don might affect his relationship with Kitty.
Kitty had not been unhinged about Tom's desire to have sex with a man, but she had wondered if he might prefer that man to her, and that caused her some anxiety - did their love-making satisfy him enough? Last night had been a revelation to her: her beloved was bi-sexual, and he had known that for some time. However, his love for Kitty was very real and as deep as hers for him. The sex they shared was powerfully satisfying for both. She was reassured by both his actions and his words during the previous night's encounter with Tom's long-ago lover Don.
Both mental and physical fatigue finally caused Kitty's mind to drift and she slipped into a light state of dream-sleep. She dreamed of Tom passed out naked on the bed when they returned from the restaurant. Watery memories of Don's sudden appearance at the restaurant as well as his assistance getting Tom back to the hotel. Gauzy flashes of skin - both male and female as well as hands stroking, caressing her body floated in and out of her dreams. She dreamily fondled her nipple and felt the slight tingle of arousal in her cunt. Kitty's memory was carried on a current of sensual feelings as she relived the previous night's sexual encounters with the two men now lying on either side of her...
After returning to the hotel suite, Don assisted her with getting Tom settled into bed to sleep off his intoxication. Kitty had invited Don into the kitchen for a drink. She was curious about this man who had a very intimate history with her lover.
Kitty poured bourbon for Don and surreptitiously evaluated him as he sipped his drink. He seemed fit, well-tanned from living in the tropics. He was about twenty years older than Tom. He was bald with a smooth face and deep set eyes, but she couldn't easily determine their color. His clothes were casual island attire, but well fitting; this man had the financial where-with-all to live comfortably on an island paradise. She couldn't say he was handsome, like her man, but he was attractive and wore himself with confidence. There was no wedding ring, nor was there a tan line from one recently removed. She wanted to know more about him - all about him - what had attracted her lover and this man? Slowly she pulled the information out of Don:
How did you meet? When, where? What attracted you to each other? What was going on in your life?
Kitty worked up the courage to ask this stranger: Are you gay, bi or just trolling for an occasional adventure on the seamier, risker side of a sexual encounter? She had so many questions - so many blanks to fill in, and until tonight she had never considered any of them relevant to her life with Tom. Now she wanted,
needed
more information, but couldn't ask Tom who was passed out in the other room.
Perhaps it was better to gain the information from his past lover, so she could digest it more slowly before talking with Tom. Seeing this relationship from the perspective of each man would help her to understand.
"First, let's get something straight, we weren't lovers! There was an intimacy, even a comfortable caring for Tom, because I liked him, he liked me - it was physical lust and the desire for what it feels like to be with another man. The sensations are very different than sex with a woman." Don stopped to consider how to phrase his words carefully for this woman who had just realized a new aspect of the man she had cared for deeply during a long relationship. "I was married, had kids and for all outside appearances seemed quite happy - the all American guy. There was nothing wrong with my marriage, I liked sex with my wife, but I had this other sexual desire, almost an aching need to be with a man. Suck a cock. Stick my cock into the tight ass of another man."
Don saw Kitty's mouth drop open in shock at his words, but she didn't turn away or interrupt. She did however take a big gulp of her bourbon and then reached for the bottle to fill the glass again. He viewed her reaction and felt sorry for her; it was an emotional ride she'd had no preparation for. Don extended his right hand holding the glass, silently wanting another hit of the booze, but used his other hand to rub her arm reassuringly. She responded with a watery smile, looking slightly embarrassed.
"Sorry, but you asked. You have to understand the desire for sex with a guy. In my case, almost any guy, several guys sometimes. But Tom, Tom was different. I picked him up in a laundromat; he was innocently washing his tidy-whiteys and I was trolling for some attractive flesh. He had never been with a man before." Don continued to gently stroke Kitty's arm as he told her of their first meeting.
"I chatted him up a bit and invited him back to my house for a drink. My family was away." It wasn't necessary to go into any further detail. But he did. Don described their encounter with just enough detail to paint the intimate tableau for Kitty.
Kitty was at once fascinated and shocked. It wasn't the description of the physical act of sex between the two men that disturbed her; it was that she had never suspected Tom was gay. He was the consummate lover. Why would he want to make love to her, and for so many years? Was his relationship with her just a sham, a cover-up for the rest of the world? Had Tom used Kitty all these years to present a public face, when the private man was someone quite different?
In the many years Tom and Kitty had shared their lives together, made love passionately as a couple, he had always satisfied her completely. She wondered now if she had satisfied him as completely, or was he simply settling for climatic lust with her when he really wanted and needed the complete orgasmic release of sex with a man for sexual fulfillment. Tom always caressed and aroused Kitty with slow and rhythmic stimulation bringing her to orgasmic pleasures - whether with his hand, his tongue, or his cock. He seemed to enjoy sex with her - but now she was confused, scared... and more than a little drunk which blurred her thinking about these revelations.
Don sitting on a stool at the breakfast bar, noticed as he spoke that the woman was getting tipsy, unsteady on her feet weaving a bit as she continued to stand in the kitchen facing him. She grabbed the countertop to steady herself. He moved swiftly toward Kitty and guided her toward the living room sofa. He settled her into the seat-cushions and went back to the kitchen for some water for the woman. When he returned a few minutes later, she was curled-up on the sofa, passed out from too much booze and the overwhelming stress of the conversation. He considered Kitty for a moment then set the glass of water down on the coffee table. Two drunks passed out!
Don had not expected the evening to progress the way it had... he had certainly been surprised, and pleased, when he recognized Tom at the airport. But there hadn't been any intention of resurrecting the good old times when he'd realized that his long ago sex partner was accompanied by a woman. Now he was at a loss. He also was slightly intoxicated, but not falling down, passed-out drunk. However, he had really wanted to talk with Tom, for old time's sake, if nothing more.
Don left the woman asleep of the sofa and went into the bathroom for a pee. He gave himself a-once-over glance in the mirror and impulsively stripped off his clothes. He climbed into the large bed, on the opposite side from where Tom was sleeping, also nude under the covers. Don was tired; it had been a stressful few hours. He dozed off.
There was a slight rocking motion on the bed pulling Tom out of his liquor-induced sleep just sufficiently enough to recognize through the darkness in the room that someone was coming into the bed - Kitty, he assumed - slipping under the covers almost within arm's reach. He needed and wanted her. It had been a night of emotional turmoil for both of them and he wanted to hold her, cuddle Kitty up against his body. Tom slid his hand across the bed, under the sheet and felt his fingertips connect with warm skin. He softly caressed the shoulder and ran his fingertips along the spine. Tom was strongly physically drawn to the woman he shared a lifetime of loving together. He was responding to many years of sensual touching and their intimacy - but he was still groggy from booze induced sleep.
His hand traced over the warm flesh, up and under and around to the nipple and then down over the belly...
