Chapter 1: Unplanned MMF triple adultery
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This story broke nicely into four chapters, of which the first is the longest. Two of the chapters could possibly stand alone, but the four fit together better as a single tale. I've changed the characters' names and deliberately left out certain specific details in order to conceal the participants' identities. The reason will certainly become obvious.
PROLOG: Completely Innocuous Intentions.
The precipitating incident was relatively common in the academic world, and in all innocence it provided absolutely no hint of what was to come. The Provost of our small college decided we needed to offer a new major to our students. Given his obvious ambition, his motivation was transparent. In order to be a serious candidate for a college presidency, he needed a record of accomplishment. If we developed the new major, he could use it as an example of his outstanding academic leadership.
Moreover, given the size of our institution, the new major would only be possible if three separate academic departments collaborated. Two different Deans were involved, and they agreed to choose faculty members to research and analyze the possibilities. Kim and I were selected from different departments by our Dean, and Bill was chosen by his Dean. The two Deans were as ambitious as the Provost, and they knew that their careers would also be advanced if we succeeded. Kim, Bill, and I started meeting weekly to discuss the possibilities.
In spite of the self-serving administrative motives which had brought us together, we became enthusiastic after we decided that the new major would actually benefit our students. Our discussions and planning went well, but we quickly realized that we really needed more informed advice. A national conference in the field of the proposed major was taking place, and at our request the Provost agreed to provide funding so that the three of us could attend. Travel money was always tight, and to assuage some of the Provost's concerns, we agreed to split up and attend every possible session. Several weeks later I kissed my wife Terri goodbye, and Kim, Bill, and I flew halfway across the country to attend the conference. Our classes were thankfully covered by obliging colleagues.
For a couple of years Bill and I had often worked out together, and we had gotten acquainted while waiting for the various exercise machines to become available. We also ran laps on the track, each of us pushing the other to go faster. We were both in excellent shape. We had occasionally observed Kim in the college fitness center after the birth of her second daughter. She had worked religiously to flatten her post- delivery plump abdomen, and the excellent results served to emphasize the size of her large breasts. She also had terrific legs! Bill and I never openly stared at her, but we often talked about her shapely body when we took our showers. We certainly never flirted with her!
Even though the three of us were casually acquainted with each other, other than working on the committee we had never spent much time together. We were not able to get three seats together, so we exchanged seats during the two legs of the flight so that we could really get acquainted. By the time we arrived we were completely relaxed in each other's company. I particularly enjoyed the sight of Kim's large breasts jiggling and shaking when I got her to laugh. She gave no overt sign that she realized I was purposefully making her laugh, but of course she knew. Don't women always know? Did that count as flirting?
There was a minor crisis the moment we arrived at the hotel. The hotel had already assigned all of the rooms for the convention. Because our flight had been delayed for three hours, we were the last to arrive, and the hotel had given our rooms to other guests (at a higher, non-convention rate, of course). We showed the desk clerk our confirmed reservations and we demanded he find rooms for us. He shrugged his shoulders and said there was nothing he could do. The three of us were tired from our long flight, and Kim slumped into a chair and looked as if she were going to start crying.
Kim's distress triggered a primitive, testosterone-driven, protect-the-female competitive response in both Bill and me. We raised our voices and stated our demands more forcefully. When that didn't work, we became really angry and Bill began to curse. That panicked the desk clerk, and he reached under the counter and pushed something.
The hotel manager came rushing out of his office and threatened to call the police. He backed down when he saw our confirmations, and he promised to take care of our problem. We loudly rejected his first offer of rooms at another hotel because that would mean renting a car and commuting each day in order to attend the conference. After a delay of about a half-hour, the manager assigned us to upscale rooms on the hotel's luxury floor, and after Bill and I demanded he honor the original rates, he only charged us the convention price. Instead of a crisis, we now had two rooms which normally rented for six or seven times the rate we were paying.
We followed a bellhop as he pushed our bags on a cart. Kim walked between us, holding each of us by the arm. "I've always thought it would be wonderful to have two husbands! But I didn't have this in mind!" As we laughed, I enjoyed feeling her breast rub against my biceps. I knew she was doing it on purpose, and I looked over at her. She winked! I blushed, and she giggled at me. Was she flirting with us? I didn't care! This was fun! I felt macho and strong, particularly with a sexy woman on my arm. I even felt the beginning pressure of a rising erection in my slacks.
Bill and I shared a huge room with two king-sized beds, and Kim had a luxury room on the other side of the hall, several rooms away from us. She had a single king- sized bed. We had no idea how prescient it was when, at dinner a few minutes later, Kim remarked, "My bed is roomy enough for all three of us to sleep in!"
Kim started to laugh when Bill and I nearly choked on our food. "Lighten up, you guys! I thought that was funny! Particularly after my comment a few minutes ago about needing two husbands!" Kim continued to chuckle when Bill and I couldn't think of an appropriate retort.
We finished our rather late evening meal in the hotel restaurant, then retired to our rooms. Even though we were so tired we were yawning, Bill and I dared each other to watch an adult sex movie. It was detailed, graphic, and incredibly erotic. The people in the movie appeared to be enjoying activities that had always disgusted me.
Bill and I got so aroused we each had to beat off in the bathroom. We did so separately, and neither of us mentioned it to the other. Who wants to admit to another married guy that he had to masturbate? Besides I didn't want to tell him that I'd filled my palm with cum while imagining I was fucking Kim! I could easily remember how her large, soft breast felt as it pressed against my arm.
THE FIRST DAY: Surprising Revelations
As we had planned, the next morning we met Kim in the hotel restaurant for breakfast. "So, what'd you guys do last night? Hit the rack early?" She inquired.
"Well, actually we stayed up late and watched a movie," Bill answered innocently.
