After our week at the nudist colony, Lorraine and I got together for an occasional romp in bed. Mostly she would come to my house for this since I lived alone, but we managed a couple of times at her house when I was there and Andrew was at work.
Once when I was there, Lorraine seemed a bit nervous to me - I knew her too well to let it go, so I asked.
"OK, What's up Lo?"
"Andrew knows."
"Knows what - about us?!"
"Yes."
"How did he find out?" I asked.
"I told him."
"You told him?! Why? What...Lorraine, what were you thinking?"
"I wasn't - it was a mistake."
"A mistake? Did you just blurt it out over breakfast or something?" I asked, beginning to feel angry.
"No, it was an accident during an intimate moment."
"Oh boy! OK, tell me what happened," I replied, trying to keep a check on my emotions.
"Well, were in bed and in a sixty-nine position - I really love that position as you well know - I practically had his cock down my throat, and he started licking me the way you do, sometimes, and I just said, 'Oh, yeah, just like Maggie does it!'"
"Lorraine, you didn't!" I exclaimed.
"Yes - as soon as I said it, I froze, and so did he. He said, 'Maggie? You've done this with Maggie?' and so I had to explain about us, the whole thing - the nudist camp, spending time at your place, how we sometimes fuck when he's at work, the whole thing."
"How - um, how did he take it?" I asked.
"Frankly, he got so turned on! He fucked me like he hadn't fucked me since I don't know when."
"He what?"
"Yes, I mean, I guess he already knows that we love each other. Actually, he said he suspected that there might be something going on. When I pressed him about it, he confessed that he actually fantasized about it!"
"Wait, what?"
"Yeah, I guess a lot of guys get off on girl-girl stuff - it's a popular porn topic. Anyway, he was SO hard when we talked about it, and we went back to our sixty-nine and I tell you when he came it was like a fire hose!"
"OK, Lo, I don't know that I need that much detail!" I said to her.
In the back of my mind, though, I did realize how much I missed Tom's hard cock. Lo and I had a couple of dildos that we'd use, but it was never like a real cock. I loved how that cock would feel pressed inside me, stretching me. The feel of his body pressed against mine while his cock was filling me. I loved the feeling of warm stickiness of him cumming inside me, and the feeling of his cock softening inside me, and even as it would slip out of my folds once it was too soft to stay, and that messy, sloppy feel of his cum oozing out onto the towel or the sheets, smelling of musk.
"Hey, Maggie!" I heard in the midst of my thoughts, "are you still there?"
"Sorry, just, off in thought for a second. So what do we do now?"
"I know this is going to sound weird, so don't answer right away, just promise me that you'll think it over."
"Think what over, Lo, what are you talking about?"
"Maggie, I love you, you know that. We are more than sisters - soul mates, sisters, lovers. And Andrew loves you, too."
"Yes, Lo, what are you getting at?" I pressed her.
"Maggie, just think about it - join us, sometime."
"Join you - like in bed? Like a threesome? Like in sex, together?!?"
"Just think it over, OK? I know that your immediate response will be 'no way!', but let it sink in, and just consider it. We both love you so much, and it might just be something to take it even further."
"You want me in bed with your husband?" I asked, "won't that ruin things for us, for you, for you and him?"
"Maggie, this slip of the tongue happened over a month ago, and I've thought about it since then. I tried to bury it. Andrew and I have talked about it - especially when we were not in bed so it wasn't just hormones talking. We are not in a 'swingers' lifestyle, or an 'open marriage', this is only about us - Andrew, me, and you. No one else. We don't know what it will mean, but we love you. Being intimate has brought you and me closer, it's obviously brought Andrew and me closer, so, well, so think it over. No answers right away, OK?"
My mind was completely blown open, I did not know what to think. Was I betraying Tom? Would I be creating a rift between Lo and Andrew? What if our kids found out? She was right, my knee jerk reaction was, "No way!", but I needed time to think.
I went out for a long walk, and when I returned, Andrew was home from work, and he and Lorraine were sitting on their patio.
"Hey, Maggie," she called to me, "we are going to have supper out here - it's a really nice evening, so Andrew is going to grill some salmon steaks, what do you think?"
"Mmm, sounds good to me! Let me take a quick shower, though, OK? I'm feeling a bit sweaty."
"No, problem," Andrew replied, "I'll fire up the grill once I hear the water go off, everything will be ready when you are."
I showered and changed and when I walked out Lo had the table set and the fish were just coming off the grill - seared on the outside, and nice red interiors. Throughout dinner I couldn't keep my mind from picturing us all naked together, and feeling a hard cock inside me again, and I couldn't decide if I was feeling guilty, excited, disgusted, curious, or all of them mixed up together.
After we finished, I insisted that I do the dishes, and Lorraine came into the kitchen to help.
"Are you OK?" she asked.
"Am I OK? No, I'm a bundle of nerves, I don't know what to think, I keep picturing you and Andrew and me, and I've never done a threesome before, and I fear losing you two if I say no, and I fear losing you two if I say yes, and I just don't know what to do! Why did you have to tell him, and why did you have to tell me? I just think I need to go home and be alone for a bit. I know I was going to stay the week, but now I am just so confused."
"Honey, listen to me! You will not ever lose the two of us! If you don't want to do anything with us, then that's OK. Andrew and I have talked and he's OK with things how they are. He's not losing me to you, and you're not losing me, or us. I'll admit that, like most men, he thinks with his prick sometimes, but the offer is genuine, and only that, an offer. What you do with it is up to you and will not create jealousies. As I said before, this is not about an open marriage or swinging - this is us and you. If you need to go home and think about it, then that's what you need to do, but if you want to stay here and think about, then you do that. We both love you and we want to include you with whatever you want."
She walked up to me and hugged me.
"I love you, Maggie, I hope you know that. I love Andrew, and he loves me. And he loves you, too. Take your time."
I buried my head in her shoulder and cried - tears of relief, confusion, and happiness. I did know that I was loved in this house, and I did not want to go back to my empty house. I probably cried for a good ten minutes on her shoulder. I heard Andrew come in, and Lo asked him for some tissues, then shooed him away.
When I'd finally cried it out, and blew my nose, I looked her in the eyes - I saw the care and love there, and I kissed her, right there in the open in the kitchen. Kissed her on the mouth, not like "just a friend" but like a lover.
"I love you both, you know that?" I said. "I still need time to think about it, but if it's OK, I'd like to stay, not go back to my house right now."
"Of course you may stay!" came the reply, "You were going to be here for the week - or stay as long as you'd like, you know that we consider this to be your home, too."
I walked into the living room where Andrew had turned on a ballgame.
"Are you OK?" he asked me.
"Confused and comfortable," came my answer, "Thank you both for all you have done for me, for the kids, for everything!"
He got up from the couch and gave me a hug.
"You know that you are all a part of our family, right?" he asked.
"I do. And I love you both, well, you all for being there for us."