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The following is a work of fiction and as such all characters mentioned herein are fictional and any resemblance to any persons living, dead or fictional is coincidental.
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When does one plus one plus one equal one? In the harsh light of mathematics it can never happen. But when does it happen when those numbers are people?
I don't know.
As I put these words down on a screen of photons and save the bits on a magnetic disk, or maybe it's a slab of silicon, I wonder how a philosopher from a bygone era would answer that question as they typed on a typewriter or dipped their quill and scratched on handmade paper. I know the dates and I know the events but I don't know how or why or when it truly occurred.
Some say that one plus one equals one when you get married. If that is the case, then the three of us became one when we said our vows together in the backyard of our house. But the reality is that it really happens when the hearts become one and the ceremony is just the outward manifestation of the event or the promise that it may yet occur.
For the three of us, the ceremony was just the affirmation of what had occurred. Since triads are not recognized as legal entities in this state (stupid barbarians!). And since multiple simultaneous spouses are not legally recognized, our union sat outside the bounds of the law. So we opted for a contract binding the three of us together.
As unconventional as it sounds, the wedding was presided over by a notary public with the requisite number of legal witnesses serving as our wedding party. Since there is nothing in the law saying that vows can't be said before signing legal documents, we each said our vows before signing the contracts pledging each to the other.
At the completion of the signing we had a wonderful barbeque potluck dinner and the next morning the three of us headed off for a weeklong honeymoon in Hawaii. If the one group is correct and the marriage ceremony is when you become one, then that is the moment. But I think it started much earlier. To understand why I say this, we need to go back to an earlier time.
It may have started when my wife, whom I will call Elly, got a message from one of her social media friends. Her friend, whom I will call Terri, was coming to our city to interview for a position with a large hospital complex. She was just getting out of a bad marriage and distance seemed to be in order for a fresh start.
I apologize for being somewhat vague but my wives are correct that I need to keep some details vague to prevent "outing" ourselves.
At the time, Elly and I had been married (legally) for a number of years and were empty nesters. In fact, we were grandparents. When Terri realized that we lived in a suburb somewhat near the hospital she would be studying, she had a ton of questions. Elly tried to answer as best she could and through their correspondence the two hatched a plan to get together for dinner when Terri was in town for the interview. I was dragged in for no apparent reason.
We had an excellent dinner at a restaurant near my second job. It was a very nice meeting. Dinner gave the two of them a chance to catch up. To digress for a moment, Elly was friends with Terri's mother years ago when Terri was 7 or 8. At one point, Terri was one of Elly's students when Elly taught Sunday school. Surprisingly, Terri remembered me immediately although it pains me to admit, I still don't remember her.
At the time of the dinner, Terri was tall, fairly slender, not skinny, but not fat. She felt good in my arms when we hugged. She was wearing jeans and a sleeveless t-shirt. Yes, she was wearing a bra over what I now know to be a perfect set of B and a half breasts (Her words, not mine. She bemoans the fact that straight B's are too tight and straight C's are too loose. I tell her to go without and she usually sticks her tongue out at me. Nobody takes me seriously.)
After dinner, I headed back to work, Terri headed out to drive back to her home city and Elly headed home.
When I got home, I got a barrage of questions about what I thought of Terri. It was not what I was expecting. When the questions wound down, the real question came out. Elly looked at me the way a cat does just before the pounce.
"Do you think we should offer to let Terri stay with us?" Elly asked.
Taking a moment to collect my thoughts, I paused. "She seems like a very nice young woman," I led off, stalling. "If she would be interested, I don't have an objection. At least, the rent would be right."
The cat froze, startled by something. "We wouldn't charge her rent? Would we?"
"No," I said laughing. "That's the least we could do, since we probably aren't very convenient to where she would be working. But it would give her time to get her feet on the ground so she has time to find the right place to live."
Nodding Elly went off to ponder.
That was the moment that started the chain of events leading to math problem I posed at the beginning.
Only Elly and Terri know how the next part happened. They started chatting over the internet and later by phone, making plans. Our son and daughter were coming for Christmas and bringing our granddaughter, so we had a lot of preparing to do. What I didn't know was that we were also cleaning for Terri to join us after the holidays.
New Year's Eve we went out and Elly was especially cuddly. I chalked it up to the wine, but on our drive home, she finally spilled the beans. "Terri will be here in three days," she said.
It took a moment for the import of that simple statement to sink in; partly because I was driving and partly because Elly had her hand stroking my cock through my pants.
In the silence, Elly spoke again, "I guess you do like her, you're getting hard."
Scrambling, I blurted out, "Of course I'm getting hard. Terri is pretty, but mainly, I am thinking of what I am going to do with that expanse of cleavage you are showing me when you bend over like that. And secondly, I am hoping that you will stop teasing my poor cock and pull it out so you can give me a decent hand job or better yet, wrap your lips around my love muscle until I paint your tonsils with my cum."
"Mmmmmm, what a delightfully naughty idea," Elly said as she unsnapped my pants and slid the zipper down. Fishing me out of the clothing, she stroked me gently and the wrapping her fist tightly around the shaft, she began to lick the head slowly, then flicking her tongue over that tiny sensitive patch of skin just below. Sliding me slowly into her mouth while swirling her tongue, she began a slow stroking with her fist. When she gets drunk and does that, I really regret not having those talks about how to give a good blowjob years earlier.
