Chemistry...
A word sometimes used to describe an effect between people, something special that occurs when two people are together.
It can be felt by those involved and it can be observed by a third party.
In our case, the third party happened to be my beloved husband.
John had noticed our interactions right from the start, myself and Ted.
My hubby is number one and I will never love another like I do him. However, he knows and understands that along the path of our journey I sometimes develop strong feelings for the men we become involved with. Dave, my old ex being an example.
And now I have Ted...but not for long, as it turns out.
In the previous chapters I've concentrated on relating to you the reader, the first few erotic encounters I had with my 'father figure' boyfriend Ted. Perhaps I've spent too much time on these first explorations, but that's only because I recall them with such fondness and vivid erotic memories.
I'm aware that there are other episodes within our journey which need to be told, so with haste in mind I will relate one more memorable encounter between myself, my hubby John, and our good friend Ted.
And then I'm afraid, it will be time to reveal how our special friendship with him came to an end.
**
Friday morning.
"What about sunday night?" John asked Ted.
We were all sat in Ted's car after swimming, trying to work out a day and time when we could next all be together. John was desperate to witness Ted actually fucking me, having had a taster the previous morning, watching me suck our friend off on the backseat of our car and then receiving Ted's very special voicemail at work later that morning.
I'd also revealed to John that night, my true feelings towards Ted, so he was understandably eager to see us.
As he put it so truthfully, it's always much better when there are strong affections present...chemistry.
So, we knew what we wanted all three, but now came the mechanics of the situation. Ted is a committed family man, having several grandchildren and great grandchildren, and a devoted husband to his wife Mary, who's arm injury means that she needs help around the house and clock. Added to this was our work commitments and also we have a teenage son still at home, so trying to work out some time for us to all be together in private was proving difficult.
This morning for instance, Ted had forgotten about an arranged appointment for Mary at the doctors, only remembering late the previous night. Informing us in hushed tone over the phone while his wife slept upstairs.
So Ted had to scoot off in a few minutes, we only had a short time to work this out.
Tonight and tomorrow were not possible, saturday night we had our 'special' time with Rita whom I'd yet to ask about the possibility of Ted joining us, having to wait until I saw her in private. And of course, John would be busy with us two so liked to save it up the day before.
So our only opportunity anytime soon was sunday night, which fortunately Ted readily agreed to. Mary would be visiting a friend who lived several miles away and it got better. He would normally drive her there where she stayed the night giving us apparently, the perfect opportunity.
Not quite, because Ted was very uncomfortable about letting us visit him, the neighbours are nosy, and the fact it would be too 'weird' for him to do it in his own family home.
This I could relate to myself.
So, what to do next? Both parties were free sunday night but neither one could host the evenings 'entertainment' at their own place, our Steve would be in that night.
There now followed a brief silence where both my hubby and Ted up front seemed stumped, while I looked on from the backseat.
Then, after a long pause I saw John looking about himself...around the car itself.
He was mainly looking back past me to the rear of the vehicle, studying the interior carefully.
Then, at length he says, "It's a nice big bus you got here Ted."
My boyfriend nods and agrees with John's statement, seemingly unaware of his intention, but I know what he's getting at.
Ted's car is a large people carrier, a seven seater. It's dark blue and has a sticker on the back window saying 'grandads taxi'.There's a child's car seat in the back.
John smirks at me before once again focusing attention on the big older man, "I imagine...when the back seats are all folded down it's very spacious?"
From the back I can only see half of Ted's face as they converse, but it's more than enough to know that he realises where this is going.
Beginning to grin himself, Ted glances back at me with a resigned knowing look then addresses John's question, "Ah...yes it is...erm...I see...so you...erm..."
At this point, seeing our friend's surprise at the now obvious idea, my hubby goes further, interrupting his tongue tied reply.
"Big enough to fit a single airbed?...maybe?"
At this Ted's grin spreads and he chuckles a little, glancing once more at me red faced before looking back at John and nodding, "Yeah...yeah I think so...the seats all fold flat and it turns it into a mini van."
And thus the problem of meeting in private is solved, not a perfect solution but acceptable.
Ted readily agrees that on sunday evening he will have the car ready, all we have to do is bring our airbed.
And this...improvisation, becomes the new normal.
Over the course of our relationship with Ted, there are to be only a few instances when we actually do it in the bedroom at our house.
Mostly it's in Ted's car, outdoors in secluded areas of local woodland, and a couple of times at a hotel.
During our short time together, we as a trio, are rarely in a comfortable familiar place. But ultimately it doesn't matter, as long as we are together.
**
On sunday night as I get ready to meet up with Ted, my thoughts settle on a recent conversation with my good friend Rita, in which I posed the question of our new friend joining us for a foursome.
