When I confessed to my new husband on the second night of our honeymoon my secret attraction to other women, he was surprised but not overly so.
"Really, Katie," he said, with that same wry smile on his lips that had sent a thrill of excitement through me from the very night we met, "Do you think that's been a secret from me? I've watched you, when you didn't think I was watching. I've seen the way you look at women sometimes, that dreamy, longing look. I'm just surprised you're telling me this now."
We were in bed, in our room at the Bahamian resort that we had taken for the week. His hand, large and slightly rough, was lazily stroking my bare breasts, one and then the other. My nipples were responding, hardening against his touch, sending little currents of pleasure through me.
"I thought that, since we're officially starting our life together, it would be a good time to share that with you. I don't believe in having many secrets."
"Tell me what you like about women," David said. "What draws you to them?"
His beautiful blue eyes had taken on a new shine. He was inviting me to tell a story that would arouse him.
"Their softness," I said. "I like the ones who are soft. Curvy, voluptuous, and not ashamed of being that way. Tough, wiry women are great; long may they live—but I can have a man for that. I have you for that. You are strong and hard, and that is perfect for you. But I want the softness too. Like a pair of nice, warm, yielding breasts pressed against mine."
He drew a quick breath, and his hand dipped lower to graze across my belly. The tent in the sheets over his cock grew a little taller.
"Like a body that I can love the way I love my own."
And with my left hand, I cupped my right breast lovingly, as if to illustrate. At the same time I slipped my right hand down around the top of his thigh and found his cock, rigid and pulsing with his heartbeat. I wrapped my fingers around its girth.
"Oh yes, you like that, don't you?" I said.
"Yes."
"My hand, or what I'm telling you?"
"Both." His own hand was now grazing over my mound, an inch above my lips. Teasing me.
"But you've never had one, have you?" he said.
"No. I never had the chance."
"Or you just weren't assertive enough about finding one who would want you. Unsure of yourself. Afraid of rejection."
He knew me so well. "You're probably right."
"Baby, I know all about that. I've been there too. I finally had to realize that the chance I wanted wouldn't happen by itself."
We had paused in our caresses as the conversation grew heavy. David went on.
"But no matter. It's not a good idea to enter a marriage without having fulfilled one's major fantasies. I think we should find you a woman."
My heart wanted to leap out of my chest. It was all I could do to gasp a response.
"Here? Now?"
"Yes, here. Before we go home. We'll start looking tomorrow."
"We?"
"I'm not going to throw you into the deep end by yourself, am I? Of course I'll help. We're partners now, right? It could be a great adventure."
"Wait a minute. Are we looking for someone for me or for you?"
"For you, darling. But I hope that whoever you decide on will at least share you with me."
"Three of us together, huh? And no third leg of the triangle?"
"Would you object, if she wanted that? To complete the symmetry?"
I had to think about that for a moment. I longed for what he was offering, but how far was I willing to go to obtain it? Was I willing to share
him
?
He took my moment's silence as an opportunity to continue.
"Katie, I'm perfectly willing to have you play with another woman. I'll be happy only to watch if that's all you and she can agree to. I'd be happier to be one of your two lovers. Can you imagine that? Imagine me inside you while she sits on your face. Then imagine we change places and she eats you while you suck me."
His hand was busy again, stroking at the very top of my slit, letting my lips tug at and slide over my clit. I could well imagine the things he was saying. That and his touch were making me wet, filling me with hot desire, distracting me from any concern.
"Yes, yes..." I heard myself saying.
"Now imagine all three of us sharing. Imagine the possibilities." He was stroking me harder now, making my pussy sing with need, bringing me almost to the edge of climax.
"Yeesss!" I rasped.
He slowed, stopping me short of the peak, letting me come down gradually.
"But she might not even want that," he said. "So, we'll just let whatever happens, happen, okay?"
"Okay," I agreed. I grabbed his cock and used it as a handle, pulling him toward me. He followed my lead and ended up on top of me. "Now will you please get inside me? I need it bad."
I did, and he did.
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It turned out to be easier than I had feared. I had pictured myself trying to chat up any woman who was remotely attractive and appeared to be unattached, making awkward conversation about our home towns and our vacation experiences, then oh-so-gently coming on to her. In my daydreams, I imagined getting everything from looks of disbelief and even disgust, to the brush-off of "Thanks, but you're not my type," which was even worse.
But David was as good as his word. We were at poolside, reclining in lounge chairs, watching the sunlight playing off ripples in the crystal-clear water, and being bathed in that same sunlight, which was warming my body and inspiring heated memories of last night and even more heated fantasies, when our attention was drawn to the entertainment staff member who was announcing resort activities through a small PA system from the far end of the pool.
She was slim and petite with short blonde hair, a perfect little gamine in a sky-blue bikini. We had watched her with the other members of her crew the previous evening, as they put on a cabaret-style show of light comedy and song in the main ballroom. They were young, and mostly from Europe or the islands.
She was not who I was looking for, and in any case she surely had a morals clause in her contract that would cost her her job if she were caught fraternizing excessively with guests. But David had a different idea and nudged my arm with his elbow.
"I'm going to go up and talk to her," he said, nodding his head in her direction. "She might be able to help us find someone."
I nodded and tried not to watch as he got up and approached her. I wondered what he could possibly say to her. "Hello, my wife and I are looking for a woman to take to bed with us, do you know anyone?" It seemed absurd. But there he was, now chatting pleasantly with her, that winning smile on his face, and she was responding in the same happy, animated manner that she used to address the group around the pool, but with the PA off so we couldn't hear.
He was so good at this, as I well knew. It was how he got me. Coming up to me at that party, he had just started to talk as if we had known each other for years, and it just drew me in. We had gotten so deep in conversation that it was a full two minutes before he introduced himself and before I realized he hadn't yet.
He chatted with the little blonde for about the same amount of time, then he was gesturing toward me, leaning in toward her and seeming to take a lower, more conspiratorial tone, while her face turned neutral, listening. I was facing forward, toward the pool, but my eyes were turned to them; I trusted my sunglasses not to give me away.
Suddenly she opened up in a wide, knowing smile and started talking again. They carried on their lively conversation as before for another minute. I thought I saw David pass her something as he shook her hand and started back toward me.
"Her name's Annalise," he told me cheerfully when he had reclined next to me again. "She's Swiss. Comes here in the summer to earn money for her university. A delightful person, really. I had a hunch, and it paid off. We're not the first couple to come through here looking for a third. She will pass the word discreetly to women who look promising and are not with a man, and also ask them to pass it along if they're not interested. They can find us in the bar during happy hour. We'll be the Adamses."
"You gave her something," I said.
"I tipped her, dear. Gave her twenty. A little gratuity for looking extra well after her guests' comfort and happiness. Which is her job, you see."
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It was as simple as that. Starting that afternoon, we would hold court in the resort's lounge for an hour or two before dinner, sipping on weak sweet drinks, a chair at our table pointedly empty. I realized the usefulness of our having a last name when David brought out a small card on which he had hand printed "Reserved for:" and then below, in larger letters "Adams". The card had been folded as if to stand up on the table, then unfolded again. He palmed it and slid it onto the edge of the table near him, then removed his hand. We were there for those in the know to see, but others should suspect nothing. At least not until one young woman after another would greet us, some shyly, some boldly, and sit with us in the third chair to chat.
We quickly discovered that, as hard as it is to face rejection, it is at least that hard to have to reject someone. The first to visit us was Tonia, a blonde, blue-eyed, buxom knockout who on that alone would have sold both of us. But she was much too aggressive, a party girl who needed to be the instigator and the focus of every scene she was in. She used blunt language while boasting of her previous exploits with men and women, so much so that we were fearful of attracting attention from other guests in the bar. The clear feeling she projected was that she regarded us as another conquest.
Finally I just said, "Thank you for stopping by, Tonia, but I'm afraid you're not the one we're looking for."
She looked stunned, and I wondered how long it had been since she had been turned down.
Paige was much more pleasant but unfortunately did not attract me. Her dark hair was cut in a bob, and there was a hint of sensuality in her face, but she was heavily into working out and had a hard body that was clearly visible through her translucent beach cover-up. I admired her, for sure. Maybe one day I could become half as toned as she was. But that's all I felt.
She appealed to David, though. So much that I had to stomp on his foot as he gave her his happy line of patter that I knew so well, and I could sense that he was seconds away from inviting her up without any input from me.
