"Don't be mad, 'kay, but when I was looking for the iron, I...I found some books that, well, I probably wasn't supposed to see. Sorry. I wasn't prying, but I saw them and was...curious. You know the books I'm talking about?" I asked, sheepishly.
They all turned to each other, the silence deafening. My eyes went from one to the other, trying to see who was mad and who was going to start talking.
"Chloe. Those are our books, right? You had no right to be snooping around our room. I'm...disappointed in you. I thought we brought you up better, but I guess not," mom said, clearly upset at the breach of trust I had broken.
"I wasn't, 'kay? I just saw them and was, uhm, curious. I wasn't snooping, all right? I would never do that. I never have, 'kay? I was just curious," I said again, all eyes on me. I held my breath, trying to hold back the tears that were surely coming.
"I...I love you all, you know that. I would never do anything to break your trust, all right. Sorry. I am," and the hurt shone in my eyes. Daddy looked at me, kinder than my moms actually, but said nothing.
"Sit," mom said, sternly. "Those are our private belongings, Chloe. We shouldn't have to explain anything to you, right? But...to put your imagination at rest, well, that's us...but you probably guessed that quite easily," she laughed, easing a bit of tension in the room. "What I'm going to, uh, explain to you is private, do you understand? No one is to know, all right, not even Maisie. So..." she began, one hand in mum's and the other in dad's. She rolled out the story to me, my mouth agape with every revelation. She, then the others, explained shibari to me and how it helped my daddy with the stress of his job.
"It's healthier and less expensive than drugs or alcohol, too," mom managed to snigger. "Your mother and I have grown to enjoy it, too. Me, because of my job. It helps me the same way it helps your father. And your mum likes it just because she's...kinky," she laughed again, mum swatting her arm when she wouldn't stop laughing at her joke. "Your father will tell you, it's not about sex, Chloe. It's about the release and mindfulness that it gives us. Sure, more often than not, we do have sex, but that's not the purpose, okay? It's a brilliant by-product, so..." and she laughed harder, both of them slapping her arms playfully now.
"Well it is, isn't it?" she asked them both, neither of them offering an opinion. "Happy now?" mom asked tersely.
"Yeah. Thank you for, uh, explaining it to me. I sort of get it, I guess," I said.
"Whether you get it or not, is not important, right? We answer to each other in this house. Just us. If it involves you, which it doesn't and never will, we'd talk with you about it. It's private, Chloe, and always will be so, if you have any more questions, go online, all right?" she sighed, clearly drawing a line under this conversation.
"Anything else, sweetie?" mum asked.
"There is...one more thing?" I said, my voice lower than when I started the sentence. "You know Maisie and I have this agreement, right? Well, I've met this client, Arabella, and she's...amazing," I said, all eyes aghast at my confession. "We've been seeing each other when I go down to her home and it's, well, developed over the weeks. I really like her, all right, and we've grown close. She's forty-three, an interior designer and gorgeous and I'm learning so much from her and we've grown very fond of each other," I began, hoping my rambling mouth would shut up. The quietness of the room was disconcerting. "Maisie knows about her and has met her, well, online, but she'll meet her soon. Would it be okay if I told her about...us? I...I think I can help her, moms. She's at a crossroads right now. We talk, a lot, and I'd like to tell her. I trust her, 'kay? Completely. I know she'd understand and I think it would help her, so...?" I said, and waited.
"Well, we weren't expecting that!" mum giggled. "Are you...falling in love with her, Chloe?" mum asked.
Of fuck, I thought. Am I? I thought.
"I am....I have. And it's not just sex, right? She's just so...extraordinary. She treats me as me and is sort of mentoring me. What we do isn't miles apart, actually. Now, I'm not in love with her like Maisie. It's...different, you know? I know you may not trust my judgement after what I pulled tonight, but would you...please just consider what I've asked?" I said.
They all just stared at me, the room deathly quiet.
Dad, finally, said something. "Chloe, we trust you, certainly, but this is a big ask, hmm? Give us a few days to talk this over...alone, okay? I...I just don't know right now," he explained. "Tell me, just how much do you want to tell this Arabella about...us, hmm? Because I'll tell you right now, your mothers and my 'relationship' is definitely off the table, okay? That circle is large enough and I have no intention of widening it, right? About the only thing we may be willing to consider is our being a throuple, okay? Even that we need to discuss, though," he said, adamantly enough that even I understood where the line was.
Would he be okay if I told her about...us, though?
"Daddy...would you even consider me telling her about...us? You know, you and me?" I asked, with trepidation.
"Chloe. Really? Have you thought this through? That could open this whole family to a lot of trouble, don't you think?" he vehemently said.
"How about if you were to meet her, hmm? Afterwards, would you consider it? You see, I think either she is, or wants, a relationship with her son, 'kay? She hasn't said as much, but I can see the signs. I want to help her, daddy. We've both agreed that once we tell each other our deepest secrets, we're bound...for life. We're serious about this. It's not some playful fantasy, 'kay?" I explained, hopefully.
Moms were quiet for a while, 'til mum suggested we invite her down for the day at some point. They would be able to see for themselves what she was like. Until then, that part was off the table, too. I could live with that, as it seemed that the first step was going to be okay. I'd give them a day or two and see if they were fine with, at least, telling her about my parents' throuple life.
I trundled back upstairs to my room and FaceTimed Maisie again, just to see her and hear her voice. I told her about the conversation I just had. She was shocked, to put it mildly. I think she felt the same concerns as my parents, which didn't surprise me. Maisie was always the more level-headed of us. She wasn't shocked when I told her my answer when mum asked if I was in love with Arabella. My Maisie understood me, completely. She was secure enough to know it was her...and always would be.
The next several weeks flew by, and with each week, Belle and I signed off more of the design. We were getting close to finalising her project, with the first deposit due soon. Maisie and Markus were continuing to update their budget, as the plan changed.
I always spent the night at hers, ostensibly because it would make my day easier, but mainly because we craved the time we had together. Her husband made his infrequent visits home, but was always off to Singapore or God knows where.
A few days after my discussion with my parents, they agreed that I could tell Arabella about their relationship as a throuple, but that was as far as they were prepared to go...for now. If I still wanted to tell them more, they wanted to meet this mysterious woman who had such a hold on me.
On Wednesday, I excitedly drove down to hers. We were to spend the day discussing and redoing our plans. Surprisingly, she was true to her word. Work was work. Playtime, as it was, came afterwards. Not that the incessant teasing wasn't there. God, that woman!
On that first Wednesday, she opened the oak door wearing the shortest, translucent robe I had ever seen. Her bright smile thrilled me, as I stepped in and she closed the door behind me. I grabbed her hips and hugged her, the fresh scent of spiced roses blew through my mind. I looked at my watch.
"As I don't start work for another...thirty-five minutes," I smiled, and pushed her against the wall, embracing and kissing her. My tongue easily slipped between her parted mouth, the kiss, soft and wet.
My hands slid between the folds of her light-turquoise robe, my hands caressing her body, and my hungry teeth biting her neck. My body slumped against hers, as I moved lower, nipping her shoulder, my mouth desperately trying to suck her full breasts into my mouth. I gently bit her nipples, her early morning moans filling the hallway.
Knowing I had time constraints I definitely had to stick to, I moved to my knees, smelling her as I leaned over, and spreading her legs, I buried my face in her muff, inhaling her morning scent. My fingers played with her warm bum, as my tongue slid through her dewy folds. Whenever I heard her throaty moans of, "Ohhh, Chloe...Darling," my heart leapt. I lifted her leg, opening her
vagine
for me. Her fingers twisted through my hair, as her pelvis slowly undulated over my face. Her juices were already running down my minimally made-up face, but I didn't care. Actually, if truth be told, I revelled in it, knowing I'd be smelling her all day, my French perfume replaced by the heavenly scent of roses and...her.
My tongue played with her pussy, thrusting inside her as far as I could. Her hidden clit peeked out, needing the desperate attention I was only too willing to give. My hands held her healthy cheeks in their hands, as I gently prodded her gaping, leaking pussy. Arabella bent her knees just so, almost squatting against the timbered wall, her hands pulling my hair with every swipe of my tongue.
When I moved my mouth to her thighs, licking her spent sap from them, I could hear her quiet grumble. My fingernails dug into her bum, showing her how much I was enjoying this interlude.
