Our Throuple

The most bizarre six weeks of my life took place last August and September. First, some backstory. My name is Jerry and my wife's name is Ada. We are both 31. We met seven years ago, the ink on our MBA's still wet and as new hires in a training class at an old established financial management company in the upper Midwest. The company has been managing people's money for over 100 years. Ada and I were from the same mid-sized city in the Southwest, 1000 miles from where we met. During the training, when I discovered that Ada was from my hometown, I asked her to lunch and she accepted.

We had lunch together, alone or with others, nearly every day after that. We started to hang out after work and on weekends. I was able to buy a nice two story, three-bedroom condo with an inheritance from my grandfather. Ada lived in a small, gloomy, rental. She gradually began to spend more time at my place and soon Ada began leaving clothes and makeup at my condo. Most days, we went to work together in the morning and came back to my place together after work. We spent every weekend together.

After about a year, I had asked Ada to move in with me. She was spending all her time at my place anyway so why not give up her apartment and live with me? Ada was on a month-to-month lease, so she gave her notice, and we moved her in. Life was great.

After orientation, Ada and I were put in different work groups. Our job was to find new clients who would give us their money to manage. My group's boss, Elizabeth, was great. She was helpful, always seemed to know the right thing to do, and gave credit where credit is due. We all loved her. And we were all terrified of her.

Ada's boss was a jerk and she hated him. He was the opposite of my boss. After a year with him, she realized that she was not going to advance with him as her boss. She couldn't transfer to another group in the company, so she began looking for work at another firm.

Around the time Ada moved in with me, she found a job at a relatively new, smaller, boutique money management company about 10 miles from my job. She was very excited about the new place. Everyone was our age or younger. Almost everyone was single. They all hung out together after work and on weekends. A very friendly, close-knit group of people. It was a much less structured atmosphere than where I worked. Ada told me that it reminded her of college, always a party atmosphere. Everyone was welcoming and helpful to her. She thought she could do well and advance her career at her new place.

Ada and I got married a year later in our hometown. When we talked about our future, we discussed someday opening our own money management shop but that was years in the future. We also talked about having children but we both agreed that we would have to wait a few years. I was doing great at my job and Ada was building a client base that would soon pay off for her. We got a rescue dog from the local Humane Society. A golden retriever we named Charlie. Ada was happy, I was happy, Charlie the dog was happy. Life was great.

Ada would occasionally go for drinks after work with her co-workers. She always called when she was going to be later than usual. When we discussed this, she told me she wanted to develop camaraderie with her co-workers. They all went out after work together pretty much every night and she didn't want to be the only person never to join them. So she went out with them occasionally. Maybe once a week and no more than twice a week. I had no problem with her doing that.

She told me that I was more than welcome to meet them at the bar they always frequented, but she didn't stay long, and it was always a last-minute decision whether or not to go. "I won't go if there aren't at least one or two other girls going. A couple of the guys in the office hit on me at work. I can handle their advances at work but if these guys are part of the group going out for drinks, I don't want to have to deal with them in a bar. So, if they go, I don't go."

I asked Ada, "What do you mean guys hitting on you."

She replied, "Flirting, compliments, sexual innuendo and being asked out on dates. They're young and think they're hot stuff. One of these guys even asked me to go on a ski weekend with him. I told him I would ask you if you wanted to go skiing and he responded that no husbands were allowed. A husband would get in the way of him and me hooking up. Unless the husband is willing to watch. I told him, 'No husband, no wife'. I made it clear to the guy that he and I would never hook up."

I said, "Can you report this guy? Get him fired or at least warned about his behavior? Do you want me to talk to him?"

Ada responded, "He's just a nuisance. The group vibe is that it's all friendly and innocent. Just harmless flirting. If I report him, everyone will think I'm a tattletale and that I'll run to the boss with every little thing. I'll be ostracized. He does this sort of thing will all the women. If you do anything, it'll be even worse. They'll think I can't handle it. If you're uneasy, I'll stop going for drinks. But I think it's better for me to get to know my co-workers in a more relaxed setting. I can keep the predators at bay."

I went for drinks with her and her co-workers after work a couple of times. Everyone was very nice. I didn't see it as a problem.

My crazy six weeks began early last August. I came home from work and Ada said, "We need to talk."

I thought, "This can't be good," and asked, "Now?" She nodded and we sat down together.

Ada said, "I have a confession to make. I've always been attracted to women. You are the only man I'm interested in being with but there are women I find attractive and fantasize about having sex with. I experimented with women in college but I was always conflicted about it. I realize now I'm bisexual. I haven't acted on any of these urges since college. I've been completely faithful to you since our first lunch together seven years ago. No other men or women, but I have this itch and it's becoming hard not to scratch it.

"I don't want to go outside our marriage. I would never have relations with anyone without you. I thought that maybe we could find a woman we both find attractive and would be agreeable to a three-way. And have sex with her together. What do you think?"

We had committed early on not to hide anything from each other. We agreed we could discuss anything with each other, be completely open, not get mad and be taken seriously by the other person. So, I took what she said seriously and tried to remain calm, "Thank you for trusting me with this, but I'm not interested in having sex with anyone but you. I don't want to have anyone else in our bed or in our marriage. This is a no-go for me."

Ada replied, "I'm disappointed but I understand. I won't bring it up again. I would never become involved with anyone without you present and on board. I'm completely happy and fulfilled by our sex life. I just get a hankering for women at times. Please don't be upset with me. My fantasies will remain just fantasies. Your needs and wishes are always my priority."

I said, "It's difficult to hear you want to have sex with anyone else, with or without me involved. But I'm glad you felt you could be honest with me."

Ada saw that I was really upset, "I wish I had never brought it up. It's not that important." Ada didn't bring it up again.

Ada's company had a mentoring program where new hires are helped by older employees. Ada had been mentored by a woman when she went to work there and she was currently mentoring another woman, Kathy. Kathy had been hired about four months earlier. Kathy and Ada became close friends. Kathy had followed her boyfriend from L.A. when he got a job here and she found a job at the firm where Ada worked.

Ada and I met Kathy and her boyfriend for drinks one Saturday. Kathy is very pretty, smart, funny and has a radiant smile. She is about four years younger than Ada and me. Her boyfriend made it clear that he really didn't want to be there. He didn't say much, just looked unhappy, but Kathy, Ada and I enjoyed ourselves despite him. Kathy is very hard not to like. I could see why she and Ada became such good friends.

The first week of August, Ada called me at work, "Kathy's boyfriend hit her so she has to move out of their place. She doesn't know anyone here who can take her in except us. Would it be OK if she stayed with us until she can make other arrangements? Can she stay in a spare bedroom for a week or so?"

I asked Ada, "Will her boyfriend become a problem?"

"Kathy will have to pick up most of her clothes from their apartment but she and I can do that while the boyfriend is at work. A confrontation with her boyfriend is unlikely. She's not going to tell him she's living with us. If he wants to cause trouble, he'll do it where we work." I said OK and Kathy began to stay with us that night. It wasn't for just a week or so.

I'm going to describe Ada and Kathy but I won't do them justice. My wife Ada is what's called "Black Irish." She has black hair down to the middle of her back but she's very fair skinned with freckles and has blue eyes. She's 5'5" and is very well built, great up top and an incredible bottom. I used to enjoy men looking at her and wondering what a beauty like her is doing with me.

Kathy is also a beauty but the complete opposite in looks. She's a natural blonde with green eyes and hair down to her shoulders which she usually wears in a ponytail. She's probably 5'9" and has a huge warm smile that she's always flashing. She was a model in her teens and could still be one. She's not as big up or down as Ada, but there's nothing wrong with her figure. Everyone stares at Kathy when she passes by.

I think if I were to rob a bank with these two standing on each side of me, no one would even notice I was there.

Living with Kathy has been great in some ways and a challenge in others. Ada usually wears only a T-shirt to bed and walks around the condo in the morning in only her T-shirt. Kathy walks around in the morning wearing only panties and a very loose singlet with giant arm holes nearly down to her waist. It's not much of a shirt and doesn't really hide anything. Her panties don't have much to them either; they barely cover her crotch and not much else. Between my two flat mates, it's hard to concentrate in the mornings.

After a couple of these mornings, I asked Ada, "Can you ask Kathy to cover up a bit more? You could also put on something when you get out of bed. At least wear panties. We have a guest."

Ada put her hand on my cheek, got up on tiptoes so she could whisper in my ear, "Try not to look." She then patted my cheek, kissed me, and went on with what she was doing. End of discussion. Interesting living with the two of them.

Kathy, Ada and I became good friends. We hung out together both in the condo and when we went out. Ada is usually very analytic and practical. She's takes pride in her ability to analyze a problem unemotionally and find a solution. It's somewhat disconcerting how dispassionate she can be at times. But that's when she has to take something seriously. She also has a fun side that borders on zany. Starting our first weekend together, Kathy and Ada brought the outrageous out in each other. Everything from running through water sprinklers in the park topless (and seriously discussing running through them in just panties, which I was against) to trying to sneak into a pro baseball game. (We ended up paying.) They were always ready for some adventure and dragged me, the cautious homebody, along with them. They refused to go anywhere without me and, honestly, it wasn't very hard to get me to go along. If you think we were behaving as badly as teenagers, that's probably an insult to teenagers.

So, the first weeks with Ada and Kathy were entertaining. Kathy is a great houseguest: Always agreeable, always cheerful, helpful with chores, and a great cook. She knows when to give Ada and me our space when we need it. And there's always Kathy's morning attire to look forward to seeing. Although I try not to look.

A couple of weeks after Kathy became our houseguest, on a Friday, Ada suggested, "Let's stay home and get high. The three of us. I got some X from a guy at work. I also bought some weed." Neither Ada nor I get high very much but occasionally we get stoned at home, chill and watch a movie. We have never tried X. At least I never had. Ada convinced me to try it, Kathy was in, so the three of us put on a movie, took some X and passed around a joint. Ada pulled me down between them on the couch. It was hard to focus on the movie. We got comfortable. And very high.

Ada suggested, "Let's play a game with the smoke. I'll take a drag, blow the smoke in your mouth Jerry and then you turn and blow the same smoke in Kathy's mouth. Then Kathy will take a drag and blow the smoke in your mouth. Then you do the same to me. I'll start."

After a few times, Ada began to put her lips on mine to blow the smoke into my mouth. Transferred the smoke while we kissed. Ada said to Kathy, "OK if we touch lips too?" Ada leaned over me and kissed Kathy, blowing the smoke in her mouth. Ada then took another drag and kissed me, putting the smoke into my mouth. Ada then climbed on my lap, took my head in one hand, Kathy's in her other hand, and gently pulled our heads together until our lips were touching to exchange the smoke. Kathy and I kissed. We were all very high by this point. Then Kathy took a drag and kissed me back. More kiss than an exchange of smoke.

With the kissing, weed, X and Ada moving around on my lap, I was getting pretty hard. Ada, of course, noticed and exclaimed, "What's this? Kathy, we woke the sleeping giant! Another guest at the party! Kathy, let's make him feel welcome!" She got off my lap, opened my shorts, pulled them down and began to stroke me. Kathy watched. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed it. I felt something change, opened my eyes to see that Kathy had taken over stroking me while Ada watched. When Ada saw that I didn't object to what Kathy was doing, she got up, took off her clothes, and grabbed Kathy's and my hands, pulled us up and said, "Let's go to the bedroom." In our bedroom, Ada helped Kathy out of her clothes while I watched. Then they helped me with the rest of mine. The two joined me in bed.

It was an experience. One thing was evident though. Ada seemed only interested in Kathy and me having sex together. Ada sort of acted as a stage director, taking Kathy's hand and guiding it on me, bringing Kathy's mouth down on to me, putting a condom on me and then gently pulling Kathy on top of me. Putting me in her. Ada and I never used condoms, so I had a fleeting thought about where the condom had come from. But there were other more interesting things to think about. Ada kissed us both, caressed us both but didn't have sex with either one of us the entire night. When Kathy and I were done, the three of us were wrapped in each other's arms, me spooning Ada and Kathy spooning me, cradling my balls in her hand. That's how we fell asleep.

I was the first one to wake up the next morning. I just lay there between them and thought about what had happened. I was still somewhat high, had been very high last night, but realized this was a huge problem for our marriage. I vowed this would never happen again. I would ask for Ada's forgiveness for my infidelity. I knew that when she woke up, down from the drugs and remembered what happened, she would be furious with me and would likely kick Kathy out the door. She'd probably tell me she wanted a divorce. I would beg her to forgive me.

I gently eased myself out of bed without waking them, put on some shorts and a T-shirt and went to make coffee. I was dreading the confrontation with Ada about my adultery. I also felt incredibly guilty about what I had done. I loved Ada and felt I had betrayed her love for me.

The smell of coffee must have awakened them, and they came into the kitchen. Both were completely naked, giggling, and holding hands. I looked at Ada who smiled at me and came over to kiss me. Ada patted me on my butt and said, "Well done stud." She seemed happy, not mad at all.

Kathy also kissed me, patted me on the butt, and said, "Very well-done stud." They thought this was hysterical and started laughing. What the fuck?

I asked if they wanted eggs and sausage for breakfast. We ate. Kathy asked, "Do you guys want to go to the park later? It's supposed to be a beautiful day."

Ada replied, "That sounds great. Water sprinklers again?"

Kathy said, "Just panties this time." More laughing.

Ada said, "Let's get carry out for dinner. Maybe Thai? We still have some weed left. We can get high again tonight."

They acted as if nothing had happened. I said, "This is crazy. I had sex with Kathy last night and no one but me seems to care. We need to talk about last night."

Kathy looked concerned but Ada smiled and said, "OK, what do you want to talk about?"

"I just had sex with another woman and you, my loving wife, don't seem to care at all. Kathy doesn't seem to be concerned that she had sex with her friend's husband. Am I the only one upset about how this affects our marriage?"

Ada came over, sat on my lap and asked me, "What do you think we should do about it?"

I said, "Kathy has to leave immediately, and you and I need to start marriage counseling. I want to save our marriage. Can you forgive me?"

Ada asked, "Forgive you for what? Save our marriage from whom? Kathy?" Ada moved off my lap to one of my thighs and motioned to Kathy to join us. Kathy sat on my other leg. Both had an arm around me, and I put my arms around their waists. Ada continued, "Kathy's not going anywhere unless she wants to. Our marriage is in great shape. We just have someone else with us whom we're both very fond of." Ada kissed me and then kissed Kathy.

Kathy kissed me, put her head on my shoulder and said, "I'd like to stay here. I didn't think this would be a problem for you or your marriage. I'm sorry. I'll just stay in the guest bedroom from now on. We won't do it again."

Ada said to Kathy, "There's no problem. Jerry is just being Jerry. You're more than welcome to share our bed whenever you want."

I was uneasy but that began our life as a throuple. We pretty much did everything together. Kathy moved out of the spare bedroom and into our bedroom. The three of us slept together every night. I would have sex with Ada while Kathy watched or with Kathy while Ada watched. Ada and Kathy kissed and touched each other but never had sex. At least not while I was around.

The following Friday this all blew up. Ada called me at work, "Kathy wants to bring a date to dinner at our place tonight. His name is Rico, a great guy; someone we work with. Kathy has a crush on him. Very informal. Kathy and I will buy the food and make the dinner. Is that OK?"

"Sure." I was somewhat disappointed that Kathy had eyes for someone else. But, I thought, our throuple can't last forever. Fun while it lasted though.

I helped Kathy prepare dinner while Ada set the table and opened the wine. Kathy was dressed in a conservative summer dress. She looked very pretty for her date. Ada was wearing a tank top, no bra, and very short shorts, butt cheeks visible. I asked Ada, "Are you planning to change into something more appropriate?".

She looked irritated and answered, 'I'm fine the way I am."

When Rico arrived, he hugged and kissed Ada on the cheek and did the same with Kathy. Ada took him to the living room, sat on the couch and they discussed work and gossiped about the people they worked with. The kitchen is adjacent to the living room, so Kathy chimed in while I listened to them laugh about the antics of their co-workers. Rico and Ada seemed very friendly. The wine kept flowing.