Epilogue

As the weeks and months rolled by, Bobbi and I developed an even tighter bond. I was more convinced than ever that she was destined to be my wife. There were many factors of course, but one of the influences was our mutual love and care for Jenni. It felt like we'd been instrumental in getting her "unstuck."

It was delightful to watch Jenni blossom into a confident and competent woman. She had dropped a considerable amount of weight, which meant that she and Bobbi did a lot of shopping for clothes on the weekends once her weight stabilized. She had also let her hair grow out, trimming it to be even all around, with the cut ending just below her jawline. She looked great!

Bobbi had a great time helping her pick out dresses that fit her "just right." The infamous Teal Dress set the bar pretty high, but it no longer fit. They found several more sexy dresses over weeks and weeks of looking. Pants were still difficult to find, but they found a couple of pairs that fit Jenni's curvy form.

On the rare occasions when Jenni wore makeup she turned heads when she walked in the room, especially in one of her sexy new dresses. She had gained lots of confidence and lost lots of stress after living with us for a while. Her anxiety had all but vanished. It was amazing to observe the change.

Jenni was no longer shy around me at all, and there were a few times, when it was just the two of us, that we could easily have wound up in bed. However, we both loved and respected Bobbi so much that it usually wasn't difficult to reign in those urges.

The feelings were there though, and when the three of us were in the same room we often expressed those feelings physically. What made it work was always keeping things out in the open.

Spending time with Jenni while Bobbi was working meant lots of opportunities to talk, laugh, and further cement the relationship Jenni and I shared. For my part it had gone from being a special friendship to something more. We weren't lovers of course, but I felt a deep love for her.

At times, the feeling of sexuality and desire were strong. It didn't help that we often went skinny dipping. Jenni had lost any self-consciousness about her body. In fact, she often wore just an old tee of mine when we were together by ourselves. Because of her height I got regular views of Jenni's anatomy below the waist any time she turned, moved, or reached for something.

When Bobbi got home from work, she typically went for a swim before eating dinner. Bobbi also donned one of my t-shirts as a cover up. For Bobbi, that worked well. For Jenni, her bottom almost always peeked out. It didn't seem to matter to either of the women, who were both quite at ease being partially clad around me and around one another.

Ever since I'd known them - even in the first photos I'd seen of Bobbi when Jenni and I first met - it was apparent they shared a comfort with each other. Once they had both fully moved in and gotten settled, the two of them behaved more like lovers than best friends or sisters.

Bobbi had told me from the very beginning that she was insatiably horny, and that proved to be true. Jenni's sex drive sometimes boiled over too; she was more than ready to have a regular partner. Between us, Bobbi and I probably made things worse being unabashedly sexual in Jenni's presence.

After a swim, when we were in the mudroom during our shower, Jenni enjoyed touching and being touched. We always washed and rinsed each other off, then took turns toweling one another down. Often, when it was all three of us together, clothes would remain optional after the swim.

It was during those moments that the two of them often became playful with each other. It was one of those times that Bobbi and Jenni first openly kissed in front of me. Over time, they became even less shy about touching, hugging, and kissing whenever the impulse struck.

After I "caught" them in bed together their remaining discretion evaporated. Of course, it wasn't like I caught them doing anything wrong. I certainly didn't feel that way. Only Jenni seemed embarrassed by it.

So many guys I know think two women together is the hottest thing ever. I never thought that, at least not until it was my girlfriend and her best friend. Then, my opinion changed. It wasn't like it happened all the time either, which made it even better. When it did happen it was special, always borne of love and affection.

One Friday afternoon I came home tired and hungry, just returned from a three-day business trip. All I wanted to do was swim, shower, pull on fresh clothes, and grab some dinner at our favorite restaurant as soon as Bobbi got freshened up. (Bobbi never worked late on Friday because she started at 6:00 a.m. on Saturday morning.)

Though I always try to be quiet when I get home, Jenni apparently heard me come in. She joined me in the pool just moments after I'd dived in, hugging and kissing me. She tasted like Colgate. She told me how much she'd missed me, kissing me again rather deeply and passionately. My body reacted to that. We weren't in the deep end, but the water was up above our waists.

Jenni put her arms over my shoulders and lifted herself up, wrapping her legs around my back. She whispered that she wanted me inside of her. My hands had already dropped to support her weight; I had a butt cheek in each hand. It would have been very easy right then to accommodate her request. I was poised at her entrance. When she lifted her legs even farther to give me a better angle, I rather easily slipped most of the way inside of her in a single smooth push.

She gasped, "Careful." She was a virgin after all.

I gently pulled back and told her that we should stop.

She whispered plaintively that Bobbi said it was okay.

I had eased back up inside of her gently, which felt great. Too great as a matter of fact. Jenni whimpered, wrapping her arms and legs around me tightly.

She told me, "You feel like heaven inside of me. I've wanted this for so long."

Even though I didn't want to stop, I told her, "Bobbi should be here."

She raised her head to look at me. Disappointed, but nodding, she accepted what I had said.

I kissed her, telling her I loved her. It was a very sweet and very special moment between us.

We showered and got changed into our "out on the town" clothes. We sat on the couch, talking about how close we'd come to finally making love. We kissed a time or two.

I no longer needed to tell her how pretty and sexy and desirable she was. She knew. And she believed in herself.

We were sitting right next to each other, holding hands when Bobbi got home. She took one look at our faces and immediately asked, "Did you two finally have sex?"

Jenni told her what had happened.

I sat there gazing at Bobbi as Jenni talked. I didn't say a word.

Bobbi shook her head and said something about being hooked up with such an old-fashioned guy. She came over and kissed me. She told me she loved me all the more for being so old-fashioned. Her smile all I needed to know.

I told Bobbi, "I really want you to be a part of that moment when it happens again. We're all in this together." There wasn't much doubt about it happening again, it was simply a question of timing.

Bobbi quickly got changed for dinner. The three of us had the most marvelous time, laughing and carrying on. I couldn't recall ever having that much fun with any group of friends. The chemistry between the three of us was so strong and so effortless it sometimes felt like magic.

Over time, the three of us had developed a regular routine for when Bobbi worked late. She came home, went for a swim, and ate a late dinner. That gave us time to heat up whatever we'd had for dinner earlier. Then the three of us sat around the table talking while she ate.

We usually all moved to the couch after she finished eating to continue our conversation. Rarely, we watched television. Depending on how she was feeling, Jenni would often take a long nap before her alarm went off at 3:00 a.m. On occasion, she'd stay up and read after Bobbi and I went to bed.

Bobbi was never shy about making love once we got into bed, even knowing that Jenni would hear what we were doing. We would sometimes hear Jenni's soft cries and whimpers from her own orgasm shortly after we finished making love. It was really cool to have such an open relationship between the three of us.

Once in a while, one or both of us would be awakened when Jenni left for work. She was very, very quiet and always left out the garage door to keep from waking us. When we did wake up though, we usually ended up having sex again, then falling back asleep until daybreak.

Bobbi and I also liked to swim together in the morning. We were serious about it too, doing laps and making it a pretty good workout. We'd shower off the chlorinated water in the mudroom, then transition to the regular shower together, with shampoo and body wash. It was a great way to start the day.

I'd get dressed for work, and depending on her schedule, Bobbi would too. We'd make breakfast together and sometimes just sit holding hands, catching up with email or the news on our tablets or phones. This routine lasted through our first couple of years, until Bobbi graduated from college with her certification to be an A&P mechanic.

It took a few months, but ultimately, she got moved from driving the fuel truck to the shop at ACI Jet. When it became clear she needed certification for turbines we found a great school in Arizona. Our plan was to fly her over on Sunday afternoon and pick her up Friday afternoon. The course was twenty-six weeks.

On the weeks that wasn't possible due to weather or schedule, there was a non-stop flight from San Luis Obispo to Sky Harbor in Phoenix. That was less flexible and less fun, but it worked. We had to do that a few times during bad winter weather, picking Bobbi up at the San Luis airport just after 4:00 on a Friday afternoon.

I formally asked Bobbi to marry me two years to the day after I picked her up at the airport in the Twin Cessna. Oddly enough, our relationship became "no doubt" after Jenni moved in with us. The dynamic between all three of us was something I'd bet very few people experience. Life felt easier for all of us I think, and somehow more settled and certain.

I will say that the reunions Bobbi and I had each week for that six-month period were very special, incredibly loving, and super sweet. We were married by that time, and it proved the old saying that absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Bobbi and I also experienced a sort of "second honeymoon" during those months, texting back and forth, often staying on the phone late into the night. We learned a few more things about each other too. Bobbi and I were one of the happiest couples I knew and remain that way to this day.

During the six months Bobbi and I were apart during the week, Jenni and I had the house to ourselves. The routine with Jenni changed, as you might have guessed. We spent more time together on the couch cuddling and just being with each other.

I was a bit worried about that when Bobbi first left, but it became clear that Jenni respected my boundaries and Bobbi's too. The fact that Bobbi and I were married seemed to take some pressure off Jenni emotionally. She had completely relaxed about our physical contact, which actually increased.

Jenni had no reservations about kissing me or giving me a long hug. She had also become very casual about being naked with me one-on-one as well, and would often remain undressed after a swim. She would also tell me when she was feeling extra horny.

When she did, that was my cue to satisfy her. Usually, I accomplished that either by masturbating her or by giving her oral sex. She had finally relaxed about letting me "down there" after I had convinced her that she smelled wonderful. After a swim Jenni's scent was very light.

Jenni had also developed a passion for anal play. In fact, that stimulation became one of her favorite erotic plays, especially when I used my tongue. She would frequently have intense orgasms, masturbating while I was playing with her that way. Her anatomy also seemed to be designed for anal sex.

Jenni most enjoyed laying on her tummy and masturbating while I penetrated her as deeply as I could. Jenni told me that her orgasms were incredible when we did that. We thought perhaps it was because I was hitting her G-Spot during that deep penetration, but whatever the reason, it was beyond hot to give her such intense pleasure.

She also loved having me suck on her nipples, especially when I pulled on them gently with my teeth. She would climb the walls when I did, which nearly always led to me entering her missionary style so I could continue playing with her beautiful breasts while I was deep inside of her. It was satisfying to slowly bring her to orgasm during our intercourse.

If you haven't figured it out yet, Bobbi had gotten her wish some time ago: she got to watch me take Jenni's virginity. She often gave Jenni a bad time about how easy it was compared to when she'd lost her own virginity. Jenni didn't have any discomfort at all, and certainly didn't bleed. After that, the three of us would occasionally spend time together in bed.

There were also a few times on the weekend when I came home to find the two of them in bed, having obviously made love. How could I possibly be jealous? I loved them both dearly, and I also made love with Jenni one-on-one as well.

Bobbi and I are together to this day, nearly thirty years later. Jenni lived with us for several years, even after we got married. When Jenni lived with us, it seemed to reinforce the love and devotion Bobbi and I shared, somehow amplified by the common bond of loving Jenni unconditionally.

Bobbi and I never had children, so perhaps the time with Jenni was just a tiny, very condensed glimpse of what it might have felt like to love a child. Not that Jenni was a child of course, it's just that Jenni counted on us to always be there for her, much as a child counts on her parents.

Our threesome remains special today, even though Jenni is married with three kids. When we get together we pretty much do what we used to do because of the bond between us, obvious even to a casual observer.

Jenni's husband James was clued in very early during his courtship that Jenni had two people in her life she would always be in love with. When he first met us, watching Bobbi and me with Jenni, I don't think he quite knew what to make of us.

James is crazy in love with Jenni, and that, too, is obvious to the casual observer. Jenni loves him, but Bobbi and I both knew - in her world - that James was never going to replace the two of us.

Jenni met James after she was accepted at a world-famous culinary institute specializing in baked goods. Together, they opened a bakery in Arcata California that offers locally cultured sourdough breads and pastries.

They roast their own coffee as well, and have a booming business selling their baked goods and their coffee to restaurants, coffee houses and cafes throughout the area.

Their own café, called "BGJ's Yummy Place" has two locations, one serving downtown Arcata and a satellite closer to Humboldt University. Bobbi and I were both humbled by the choice of the name, but Jenni insisted that without our love and support none of what she's accomplished would be possible.

Every time we see her, Jenni seems happy. She and James share a sweet affection, and he seems just as smitten with Jenni as ever. She and her husband have raised three girls, the oldest of them named Bobbie. With an "e." Samantha and Elizabeth are twins; they are inseparable.

James now seems to be okay with Jenni kissing us and hugging us, generally behaving as though she's married to the two of us as well. The truth of the matter is, Jenni has been "married" to us emotionally for years and years. Bobbi's feelings toward Jenni have always been strong, loving, and affectionate.

My feelings for her have mellowed into happiness and contentment that is hard to define. I feel love certainly, and when Jenni and I get some alone time we usually make love. I still find my attraction to Jenni highly erotic, and Jenni is more than eager to let me be as erotic as I wish.

She confided in me early on that James does not place a priority on sex. She told me that she almost always initiates their sex, and that he is not creative with her. When she and I make love it is always creative. For me, Jenni is the only person on the planet - other than my wife - I have such desire for.

Even after having children, Jenni is in great shape and still looks voluptuous and ever-so-sexy in the nude. She's kept her weight off, so with her height, she looks almost regal with her slightly greying hair. Her breasts have nursed three babies of course, but gravity has been kind. Her bottom is as sexy as ever. Like my wife, Jenni passes for a much younger woman even with the "touch of grey" in her hair.

I feel fortunate to have been able to make love with Jenni before she moved away and met James, all with the permission and, oftentimes, the involvement of my wife. To be able to make love with her all these years later, after all the changes we've been through, is amazing.

As the girls got older, Jenni would travel down to see us two or three times a year. We would also fly up and bring her home on a Friday after work, taking her back to Arcata on Sunday. You can only imagine what those weekends were like. Between us, we feed off one another's enthusiasm, love, and energy. It is very special.

With regard to Bobbi, I've always counted myself blessed. Even after nearly three decades of marriage, I get aroused easily by my wife, and vice versa. It doesn't hurt that, except for a few silver hairs, Bobbi looks like she could be in her very early thirties.

Our sex life is wonderful, loving, and very satisfying. I've done things with Bobbi I've never done with anyone else. She is such a sensuous, sexy, and loving woman. She continues to amaze and delight me on a regular basis.

I can't fathom what it would be like if I lost either of them. Being older by a decade, chances are good I will pass first. I try not to think about things like that.

It does give me great peace to know that my treasured wife will have a loving partner who understands her and can give her the love and comfort she needs.

In the meantime, the three of us get together as often as we can. We love each other dearly.

Recounting the beginning of our love affair for this tale, Bobbi helped me with her memories of our life up to now. The recollections ignited our sex life to a flame almost as high as it was when we first met.

Even if the youth has passed, the passion for each other remains strong as ever. Over the years we've never tired of making love, and other than Jenni, I've never looked at another woman.

As Paul Newman once opined, "Why would I have hamburger when I have steak waiting for me at home?"

Bobbi remains the sweetest, happiest person I know. She is also an elegant and beautiful woman, and just as I'd predicted so long ago, her figure has stayed remarkably youthful. I get envious looks from many of the men my age when we are out on the town.

Bobbi still works at the airport, but she long ago moved to a new airport: Paso Robles. She is the maintenance chief at the commercial FBO there, and a popular CFII - rated for twins no less - at our private FBO and flight school.

After all, she graduated at the top of her class in aviation maintenance locally, then got certified at a trade tech in Arizona for turbines. She's a true rockstar.

We lost Nancy - Bobbi's Mom - over a decade ago. She died in her own home, in her sleep. It doesn't get much better than that. My folks have been gone for many years now.