Jennifer's Sexual Awakening, Part Three
Polyamory. That's the word for the box Julia, Mark, and I are fitted into. I don't think it's an accurate description. Yes, it means love of many, but Julia and Mark aren't many. They are the two wonderful people I sleep with, fuck, and laugh with.
I remember feeling hurt when Katherine told me she and my mother wanted to have a relationship with my father. I thought I couldn't deal with it, which made me temporarily angry at Katherine. It doesn't seem weird now that I'm in such a relationship.
Mark settled in with Julia and me. The restaurant was getting established in the new location. I could accomplish most of my work from home, occasionally visiting a construction site. Julia and I were ready to go through with the marriage we announced a few years ago.
Marriage presented a problem, though, with Mark being part of our household and our sex life. We didn't rate or judge what was best; we enjoyed each other's company. I did like the feeling of Mark's cock filling my pussy, as much as I liked when Julia sent me into an orgasmic frenzy. Still, there was the social stigma. Were we lesbians? The law didn't allow polygamy. And why was it deemed necessary to have a descriptor label on our relationship?
Most of all, I hated labels. And marriage also seemed like a label. The commitment and love was already there between the three of us. Julia and I becoming wife and wife wasn't odd in the current society, what was strange was the feeling that it would define us sexually, when we both knew we enjoyed Mark's cock.
"Since Mark is going to be Best Man, what should we do about a Maid of Honor?" Julia mused as we were planning the event.
"Didn't you tell me you have a special relationship with Katherine?" Mark asked me. "She's a lovely woman. When she visited a few months ago, I could sense that bond between you," he told me.
"Katherine would be wonderful," Julia chimed in. "After all, she made you overcome your shyness so we could get together," Julia reminded me.
"Okay, I'll ask her to play that role, but I don't know why we must model this marriage after something traditional." I gave in. I had an attraction to Katherine once, and because of her maturity, she allowed me to work through my fantasies and come to know her as a helpful, guiding figure. The role of maid seemed to be out of step, matron, maybe, but she wasn't married.
When we went to bed that night, I assumed the middle position. This is something we tacitly understood. If one of us was having a trying day, that night was about them. The other two would, out of love, relieve the tensions and anxieties of the one in the center of the sexual activity.
Mark was licking, sucking and gently nibbling my oversized nipples. Julia was right when she told me they would enamor Mark. And Julia was taking care of her usual obsession with my puffy pussy. I felt I orgasmed, but I was still distracted by the thoughts of Katherine, and my orgasm was not as cataclysmic as usual. Julia noticed.
"I can usually get my face covered in your cum, enjoying the flavor of your sexual juices in abundance," she said in flowery language.
"You're distracted," Mark surmised correctly.
"I don't know," I lied. "Mark, please fuck me," I pleaded, hoping that the feeling of his hot cock entering me, stretching my sensitive vagina would be enough to erase the image of Katherine, naked, from my mind.
As usual, whenever Mark fucked one of us, he would finish in Julia's mouth. I was physically exhausted, but my mind was still racing with thoughts of Katherine. I couldn't sleep.
The following morning, I called Katherine, "We're planning the wedding, and Mark and Julia think you should be the maid or matron of honor."
"I would be honored," Katherine responded.
I was trapped now. I would be spending time with her. I had to get the desire to be with her out of my mind, or this whole wedding thing would blow up.
"Okay. Mark is planning a week's getaway for us after the wedding, and I think he would want you to go as well, so it wouldn't look weird for Julia and me," I explained.
"That would be nice. I will enjoy spending a week with the three of you," Katherine readily expressed.
"I think he's planning on renting a vacation home in the mountains," I told her, intending it as a warning that we would be close again for a week, just like when I informed her that we were sharing an apartment for two years.
I trusted Katherine. I wasn't sure I could trust myself. My relationship with love and sex has expanded across a spectrum that I feared I couldn't control.
******************
Katherine arrived a few days before the wedding so we could shop for her dress. I had told her that I trusted her judgment and that there were greater options and variety in Phoenix than here in Billings. Still, she insisted it was something we should do together.
"Julia and I are wearing traditional lavender," I told Katherine. The 'lavender menace' was a term that referred to a group of lesbian feminists who were at first derided as a threat to the feminist.
"That's appropriate," Katherine remarked as both Julia and I were successful, professional lesbians in society. And so was Katherine.
"Perhaps we should find something in lavender for you. A different shade and style to differentiate your place in this wedding scheme," I said both sincerely and sarcastically, not being aligned with the societal trappings of marriage.
"You were gung-ho on this marriage a while ago," Katherine noticed my tone of sarcasm about it. "Why is it bothering you now?" she asked.
I pondered a moment before answering. "It's Mark. We both love him. We both love to fuck him. I feel he is being left out, or at worst, a side show in this whole wedding thing."
"You're still tainted by your father's arbitrary vision of marriage, and now you feel you are being forced into another one," Katherine noted with clarity.
Of course, she was right, and from a magical perspective, she always possessed.
"I was working on a very controversial project," she started to explain. "It was for a spiritual center in Malibu. I decided it needed entrances on all four cardinal points. I was told that it was impractical. There should be only one entrance for security purposes. I built it anyway, after getting the architect and the leaders of the spiritual community to understand that we all enter into life's experiences from all points of view."
My lesson for the day.
"Are you and Julia wearing veils?" Katherine asked.
"No, why?" I asked, seeking further wisdom that day.
"To symbolize that you are not necessarily a caricature of a lesbian wedding. There's still a mystery to you," she told me.
**********************
The biggest mistake I made in planning the wedding was inviting my father. It wasn't my idea, it was Julia's, and Mark supported her. I was hoping he wouldn't respond or make some excuse like he was too busy, an excuse I would have welcomed. He sent back the RSVP, indicating he was bringing his new wife, which was a surprise to me. Her name was Emma.
Thankfully, Mark volunteered to pick my father and Emma up at the airport and take them to the hotel. When he returned, Julia asked about him and Emma, knowing I would have a negative attitude about them without having seen my father for several years.
"Emma must be about twenty, maybe twenty-two," Mark related his encounter with them. "She's good-looking. Nice full breasts and an ass to die for," he said trying to elicit a response from me.
