This is the sixth of twelve chapters. This one picks up immediately after the fifth chapter. It would be difficult to follow if you haven't read the previous chapters. Just to be upfront although all the sex in this is lesbian, the overall story is about a triangle and Don is present throughout this one. Once again, I want to thank my editor Terry for his valuable help! I hope you enjoy the story.
As the doorbell rang, Bridget shook herself to come back into the present. She was so glad that it was finally Christmas Eve and she would get the chance to spend it with the two people she cared about the most. With one last look at herself in the mirror, she went out to the foyer. Don was busy in the kitchen getting all the drink options ready. He smiled at her as she passed by. In part, he wanted to give Bridget just a little bit of privacy when she greeted Sian. But he too was anxious about spending Christmas together. He was close to realizing his fantasy, but it was also the first time that he would be spending time with Sian since she became an intimate part of Bridget's life. He knew how he would react when they were doing something erotic but he was less sure of how he would feel when it was more their feelings that were being shown. Maybe he would still find it exciting, but there was a part of him who worried that he might feel jealous. He hoped not. If he reacted poorly, he might ruin his chances to see them together.
Once the door was open, he could hear the happy sound of his wife's voice as Bridget welcomed Sian. There was a richness in it that conveyed her feelings. He stopped moving so that he could hear better, but they were no longer talking. Their voices were replaced by soft sounds that indicated that they were greeting each other in a different way now. Don resisted moving around so that he could see. Despite his wishes, he held to his decision to let them have this moment. It didn't last long at all. The brief quiet was replaced again by happy chatter. Don could hear them approaching.
As they rounded the corner into the kitchen, Don smiled at them. "Merry Christmas, Sian! Thank you for spending Christmas with us!" he said. Moving over to Sian, they exchanged a brief hug that left each of them feeling only slightly awkward. They both moved quickly past it.
"Thanks Don! And a very Merry Christmas to you! Thank you for the invitation. I can't think of another place that I would rather spend it," Sian said with a slight glance at Bridget. Lifting her hand with a bag full of presents, she asked where she could put them. As Bridget led her into the living room to see the tree, Don admired the view of both of them. Sian already had her coat off and had on a nice pants suit that was cut just right on her with black pants and a red top. It showed off her athletic form but had a hint of androgyny. On her own, Sian looked slightly feminine but that mostly went away when walking next to Bridget in her dress. They seemed to complement each other, Don thought as he mixed himself some eggnog with slightly more brandy than he usually used.
When Bridget and Sian came back in, Don took their drink orders. Each one was like his with just a touch more alcohol than normal. He figured they all could use a little extra lubrication to relieve the slight apprehension they all felt. And it helped. It didn't take long before all of them felt more comfortable. Conversation became easier and soon they were laughing and enjoying each other.
Of all of them, Bridget took the longest to relax. When she was with Don, he was used to being her sole focus. The same thing was true for Sian. Bridget felt the need tonight to be balanced in the attention she was paying them. She didn't want either one of them to feel neglected. Slowly over time, she found a rhythm to balancing out her attention between Don and Sian. It wasn't methodically even, but over time if she touched or got close to one then Bridget made an effort to connect with the other. It seemed to work since both Don and Sian seemed to be getting along and happy.
It was a little harder than she expected, Bridget mused. Her time with Sian was usually filled with loving gestures and touches while her life with Don was much more mundane. It wasn't just recently, Bridget realized. The type of routine physical and emotional connections that reinforced a relationship had been slowly disappearing from their lives well before Don had brought up all the fantasies. Now as Bridget tried to balance it out to give Don the same attention as Sian, it felt odd to her and somewhat forced. She tried to push the disturbing thought out of her mind for the night and mostly succeeded.
Even though both Sian and Don offered to help as dinner was getting closer to being ready, Bridget insisted that they let her do it. To fill the time Don asked Sian to help him pick out a wine for dinner and discovered that she shared his taste in big bold reds. While Bridget was finishing up in the kitchen, he showed her what they had and Sian picked out one of his favorite cabernets.
"I love this one," he said. "Even though it was a limited run, I was able to get a really good deal on half a case. We save them for special occasions." His smile was genuine as he looked at her. "I think this is very special occasion and it is nice that you are the one with whom we are sharing it!"
As Sian smiled back, she couldn't help feeling a little twinge. "I wish he wasn't so likeable," she thought. She still thought he was thoughtless and mistaken in risking his relationship, but he was nice and obviously was trying to make Bridget happy. She would feel better in what Bridget and she were doing if he was more of a jerk. She gave a little mental sigh but all she said was, "I'm just glad I can be part of it."
While Bridget finished with the preparations, Don asked Sian about the championship game. Like any good athlete, Sian loved to talk sports. After talking about the game for a bit, they started talking about football and found another common interest. Before they knew it, Bridget was calling them to the table.
As Bridget approached her chair, Don and Sian took one step towards her before freezing. Both of them had the habit in a formal setting of pulling out Bridget's chair for her. Realizing what both of them were planning on doing, Bridget had to stifle a tiny laugh. She didn't want to embarrass them. She took a step toward Don and gave him a kiss on the cheek and then did the same thing to Sian.
"How about you two do it together?" she said with a soft smile. Don and Sian exchanged slightly sheepish smiles of their own before nodding. Together they pulled out Bridget's chair and then scooted it in as Bridget sat down. "Thank you both," Bridget said in warm tone.
Don poured the wine before joining Sian and Bridget at the table. As he sat down, he said "Everything looks wonderful, Honey. The prime rib is just the right rareness!" Sian immediately agreed. It seemed that their taste in meat was another common one between them.
