I Dared Her to Share

When I dared my wife to go down the hall to our guest room and give our friend, Glen, what he hadn't had in three years, she quietly got out of bed, put on a robe, and went right down to his room as if she was on a mission. He had been overseas, in a prisoner of war camp, and celibate for three long years. We had talked about it, joked that he'd be horny as a Tom Cat in heat, and said someone should do something to help him out in that department.

When she didn't come out of the guest room until nearly eleven that next morning, I knew she had accomplished her goal. She had a bit of whisker burn on her chin, a smile on her face that radiated good sex, and a look in her eyes that said she had been well fucked and satisfied by a horny ex soldier when I saw her later that morning.

Claire had an affair two years before, which I'd forgiven her for, and we are both fairly liberal about extramarital sex, so sending her down the hall to help relieve Glen wasn't a big departure for us, and we had talked about helping out our sexually-deprived friend before we offered him a place to stay for awhile when he returned to the US.

He had been a close friend for a number of years and he had often flirted with my wife openly before he left for overseas duty. I knew she had the hots for him and I also knew she had a yen for sex with other people, so suggesting it, daring her to go to him, was not a shot in the dark. When they came out of the guest room looking so contented she no longer had the robe on and he was as naked as she was. He clearly felt comfortable being nude with us and she had told him I dared her to go to him that night. He understood if she had been dared to do something it was almost guaranteed she would take the challenge.

His smile that morning thanked me for understanding and his comfort with her told me he appreciated the gesture of friendship. Claire's affair had been with a friend of ours, and when they broke it off, so they promised and I believed them--sort of--we met and talked, settled things and I forgave them, at least I believed I had. For me, sex with someone else wasn't the biggest crime in the world, so I understood and told her if she ever got the urge again to tell me and we'd deal with it together.

When Glen returned home we offered him a place to stay and I think it was accepted all along that eventually she would accommodate his sexual needs. We had been awfully close, in fact for awhile I suspected they had been having an affair. She assured me they hadn't been, and with me finding out about she and Marcos, I figure she is being straight with me but would end up with Glen eventually anyway.

When she and Glen came nude into the kitchen the morning after their guest-room tryst, I asked how it went and his grin told me everything. He thanked me for allowing her to come to his room, but I told him she goes where she wants in her own house.

"She told me you dared her," he said.

"And you don't dare Claire to do something and not know she will be on her way to take the dare soon after you challenge her," I said. "You're welcome, but if she hadn't wanted to do it, she never would have. You two have been dancing around the sexual bed for years," I said. "I have known you wanted in her pants for a decade."

"I have been that obvious?" he asked.

"You have," I said. "Like a puppy in heat. I thought you had done the deed long before this, but she tells me no, and she is pretty straight with me these days about her sex life."

"She told me about Marcos," he said.

"You guys did more than fuck, then. You talked too," I said.

"We did. It was a very nice evening," he said with a coy smile. "Very nice."

"She does give nice evenings," I said with a grin. "She is one great piece of ass, don't you think?"

"That she is," he said. "Thanks for being willing to share."

"Like I said. She does what she likes," I said. "She has been wanting to fuck you for years now," I added. "This was just the excuse she needed. I did dare her, but it was my way of saying, 'Go ahead.' She wants to do something, or someone, I figure she will eventually do it. Don't thank me, thank her," I said.

"Oh, I did that," he said. "I tried to thank her real well," he said laughing.

Glen was at our house for another month, and in that time he slept with her maybe ten times. She would have done more, but we had the in-laws visiting some of that time and she had to stay in her own room when her mother was here. Her mom wouldn't have approved of her daughter servicing a friend of ours sexually down the hall.

As conservative as her family is, I am always surprised at how openminded Claire turned out to be. It was her who first spoke of extramarital recreation when we were just married. Nothing came of it until she and Marco started playing hide the hard on after work. When I found out I confronted her and she didn't deny it for a second.

"Okay," she said, "but I told you I wanted to open things up. I was just doing what I said I thought we should be doing all along," she said. "It is the way of our era. We are not your father's generation."

I couldn't argue. We certainly were from a different generation. Gen Z'ers are surely more sexually liberal than past generations. More of our generation are swingers, more polyamorous devotees, more open to trans and gay couples, and many more are open to deviant sexual practices than most other generations combined. Claire sees sex as a recreation, and not just a way to propagate the species. I agree, but I am not as adamant as she is about the matter.

With my wife it is an important detail of her life choices, and she thinks of it as essential to who she really is. I have pretty much accepted that about her, and Glen staying with us until he gets a place and a job is something else I have accepted and have no problem with.

One week after he had been with us Claire mention that Glen was having trouble finding work, any work, and without a job he couldn't afford a place of his own. That was no problem for me, but I knew the longer he stayed the more time he would spend with my wife, after all, it was me that dared her to go to him.

Claire came home from work one day with a three by five card with "Modeling Work" printed on the top of the card. At dinner she handed the card to Glen. "It's not much, but it pays, and it's easy work." He took the card, thanked her, and said he'd call.

We both knew Glen had no problem with nudity, so it wasn't an insult or wild idea. He had been a nude beach advocate before going into the service, and he was often nude in our pool and around the house, as was Claire. He called the art department, got an interview, and was hired as a nude model for figure drawing classes three days a week. At least it would give him some money while he looked for something more lucrative and steady.

After a couple of weeks, he told us about a woman he met in class who he started seeing after each period, going for coffee and socializing. Her name was Gloria and it was clear he got along with her really well. One day he asked if he could ask Gloria to dinner. Of course, it was fine, and would give Claire a chance to talk to another woman. Most of the people she worked with at the college were men.

Gloria was delightful. She was very progressive, like Claire, easy to talk to, and she and my wife really hit it off. She is, also like Claire, extremely attractive, educated, and obviously very smart. My wife had clearly made a friend.

Gloria had dinner with twice that week, then a couple of times the next week, and eventually, she was at our house for dinner nearly every night. We talked about politics, social issues, and finally, of course, sex. She was almost the twin sister to Claire, agreeing with almost everything my wife believed.

Finally, Glen asked if we would mind if she stayed over once in a while. Of course, Claire loved having her around and it wasn't long before Gloria was sleeping with Glen most everyday.

Ultimately, she moved her clothes in and they asked us to talk and insisted on paying rent. She worked at a restaurant and he still only had the modeling work, but was actively looking for a "proper" job. We began to feel like a family. On some weekends, the women would be together for hours and I began to wonder if they were ever intimate. I suspected they were, since both of them were so agreeable about sex and very open and enjoyed it so very much.

I also knew Claire had a bi curious streak and I would not be surprised if they had been together in a bed somewhere. The ladies began talking about the possibility of taking a trip, the four of us, to Portland, where Gloria was from and visiting her parents.

It was on that trip that it became clear how things really were with us. The first night we stopped at a hotel in Eureka along the coast and got one room with two king sized beds. I figured one would be for Glen and Gloria and other for us, but Claire proposed I sleep with Gloria and she sleep with Glen.

She had already been with Glen, so that was no surprise, but I had not even thought about Gloria and me. However, I didn't fight it, and that night I curled up with Gloria as Glen and Claire made loving sounds in the bed next to us.

She wasn't shy, and it wasn't long before she was riding me cowgirl, just as Claire as doing with Glen in the other bed. After both women came, the ladies crawled onto one bed and began showing just how well each could eat pussy. Glen and I just sat back and watched as two very very lusty women ate each other and showed how it should be done.

That first night the four of us ended up sleeping in just one of the kings and he and watched in the morning as the ladies repeated their oral festival once again. The next day we drove to Portland and all the way we talked about the night before. The women were as enthusiastic as new cheerleaders after their first practice.

I had no objection about sleeping with Gloria, and for sure had no problem with Claire and Glen, I had proposed it after all, but that was the first time the word polyamorous ever came up in conversation. When we were in Portland and Glen and Gloria were on a walk I asked Claire about the term and if she was seriously thinking that way.

"I have thought about it, yes," she said. "We are like a family already. We do everything together. I was going to talk to you about it after the trip. Could you think about it? Just as a possibility? I really like Gloria, and we both love Glen," she said. "I think we are almost already there," she said.

When we got back to LA, Glen got a call from a company in Glendale offering him a job at a good yearly salary. He would be an engineer like he had been before the service took him away. He got us all together one night to discuss whether he should take it, but of course, we all agreed that he should.

After a month at his new job he once again called us all together for a family conference. "I'd like to make another proposal," he said. "They are starting me off with $200,000 a year. I am proposing we try our hand at polyamory," he said. "A family of four. Two wives, two husbands, one family. I also think we should look for a house big enough to accommodate our new family. What do you think?"

It was clear Claire and Gloria liked the idea. I was surprised, of course, but I had seen it coming as well for awhile. You would have to be blind to miss the signs. The women loved one another, and Claire clearly had feelings for Glen, since I knew that when I dared her to go to him that night so long ago. We were about as close as four people could be. We all had been sexual within the group, and we all clearly got along.

Claire nodded when he proposed it, Gloria beamed, and I could think of no arguments against it. One thing that was especially compatible was that since Gloria and Glen had met in a figure drawing class where he was the nude model, they were both very comfortable with nudity, as is Claire, and I enjoy the freedom it gives as well. Much of the time at home, Claire is often nude and Gloria and Glen will be without clothing too. I am less inclined to just be naked, although I enjoy the nude beach and skinny dipping at the lake.

On our trip, in Eureka, we all snuck out to the pool at the motel after ten and swam nude when the lights were turned off. And on the way up the coast, we stopped at Pirates Cove near Avila and spent part of the day laying in the sun naked. That was one reason we got to Eureka as late as we did since we all had trouble putting our clothes back on and getting back on the road.

We visited Gloria's parents in Portland and did some sightseeing and ate at some fancy restaurants, and even saw a play at the university. Her brothers took us to the Columbia River for some fishing, and nobody asked about our relationship with their sister. It was clear all that mattered to them was that we were friends with Gloria. On the way home we stopped in Santa Maria and stayed at a Courtyard. By the time we were ready to leave for home, the decision about polyamory had all but been decided.

A week after we got back to LA, we began looking for a house. Mostly it was the women who did the looking, but we all four went looking at the three they picked as possibilities. One was in Manhattan Beach near the ocean. Another was in Torrence overlooking the Pacific. It had a pool, a Jacuzzi, and three bedrooms. One had been made into a den, and there was an outdoor patio with a waterfall and a coy pond. The last one was in Pacific Palisades and was the one we all fell in love with because it not only had a pool, a three car garage, and an indoor jacuzzi in the master bath. It was a block from the ocean and the garage had a work room and a bath and shower connected to the work area.

We made an offer on the house in Pacific Palisades, because we all loved it. Besides the indoor jacuzzi, and it also had a six foot wall all around the property, surrounding the pool and patio so we wouldn't have to wear clothes when we were anywhere in the backyard.

We were able to move in when it closed escrow in less than a month. Gloria suggested that women take a bedroom each and the men rotate, since the women each had a larger wardrobe than Glen and I did. There was a large walk-in closet in the third bedroom that Glen and I could share and it even had space left over.

The day we moved in we had the movers bring everything into the front room and then when they were gone we undressed and moved everything in where we wanted it as nude as the day we were born. It was a wonderful day, getting into the house, being able to be nude, and initiate the house with a four way romp that night in Gloria's bedroom on her king-sized bed. We made up a schedule and decided I would be with one woman while he was with other, then we would switch the next night. On Sunday the four of us would be in one of the woman's beds and it would be a daisy chain with us all joined at our mouth or genitals. It would be a clusterfuck if there ever was one.

The four of us have been a family now for two years. Gloria got a job with the college art department making good money with benefits. Glen still works for the same company, but he makes almost twice where he started. We have been able to pay off the house and rent it out each summer as the four of us travel throughout Greece, Italy, and most of the rest of Europe. Greece, because we love the nude beaches on the Greek Isles; Italy, because we love the food; and France, because we love everything about it.

It is not perfect, of course. We have squabbles and disagreements, as every family does, but we are a normal household except for one main difference: we are four people who love one another and are a family of four instead of just two. The way things are at our house right now there is an awful lot of sex, a great deal of nudity, and one hell of a lot of laundry.