This story has three parts. Somewhere in the three parts these things will show up: (they are not listed in order of appearance) new bras, menopause, a funeral, dildos, honesty, a 4some, mfmf, mmf, mfm, mm, a cruise, a crocodile, trading husbands/wives, sex toys, suckling, nudity, harnesses, coitus and oral sex. If you didn't read the first two chapters the odds are good this chapter won't make much sense.
On the day that was exactly one hundred eighty days after Marcie's funeral Matt's cell phone rang. He and I were in my truck headed for the hardware store when it rang. He dug it out of his pocket, looked at the screen and said, "It's Victoria Keith. Why would she be calling me?"
"One sure way to find out." I said.
He answered. "Matt Peterson." I didn't learn much from the call as I listened to only half the conversation, but I knew she had invited him for something. His answer was that he'd call her back soon.
When he hung up he said, "I think I'm officially available. Victoria invited me to dinner tomorrow night."
"Are you going?"
"I can't go! I'm married." He looked at me knowing he, Sue and I were the only ones who knew he was married, to my wife. He didn't ask out loud but his eyes asked, 'Big brother, what do I do?'
I said, "Call Sue. Tell her what just happened. Ask for her advice." While he talked to Sue on the phone I turned us around and we went home. Just before we were home Matt hung up. "She wants a minute to think."
"All she gets is a minute." I said as we parked in our driveway. Sue met us by the back door. She handed Matt a tray with a pitcher of iced tea and three glasses. We sat on our deck and talked.
Sue said, "I think you should accept, if you like Victoria ."
"But..."
"No but! The rest of the world sees you as a widower, imposing on his brother and his wife. They don't know you're married to me and screwing my ass off as well as loving Nick."
"I'm confused."
"Go to dinner. Victoria 's a good woman. Not her fault she outlived Carl. She knows the pain of loss. She gets to be alone every night and spends her day looking for a way to fill her mind, heart and hands. When she called you she was saying, "I waited as long as I could. I already know what kind of man you are and I'm telling you I'm interested."
I said, "Instead of looking at this like you're cheating on us, look at it like you're interviewing for a forth for our family. If Victoria fits, she can join us."
Both Matt and Sue smiled at that. Sue said, "Accept! You'll find out if she can cook, if she can carry her part of a conversation and if you have thoughts about ripping her clothes off."
"I already know the answer to that part of the question." His phone came out and he dialed Victoria. She answered on the first ring. Matt said, "Victoria , I've cancelled my dinner with the President. I'd love to have dinner with you tomorrow night." The rest of the call was details.
Their first date was scheduled for six-thirty with him coming for dinner and then they were going to a play. They didn't go to the play. They sat in her living room and talked until very late. As Matt told the story he didn't reach for her or touch her all evening. When he felt like he needed to come home, he stood up and she stood in his way and asked for a kiss. He hesitated, he said, because he thought about Sue, not Marcie. She said she understood, hugged him quickly and sent him home. We concluded that she believed he hesitated because he was thinking of Marcie.
The next day Sue got a call from Victoria . She told us about it when she came home.
"Victoria has it bad." Sue said. "The more the two of you talked the deeper she went. I understand completely. Loving either of you is easy."
Matt asked, "Did she call you to share, to process or to ask for your help in catching me?"
"A little of all three."
"What do I do?"
Sue sat next to Matt and held his hands. She asked, "If you close your eyes and imagine the three of us in bed together, can you put Victoria in that picture? Could she love all three of us?"
Matt opened his mouth and Sue touched a finger to his lips. "Shhhh. Think about it. This is an important question. I'm selfish. I don't want to lose you. I already know how to share and I like it. I love it. I ask you to think about Victoria as a possible addition to the family. If she fits in your mind, then pursue her and bring her into the family. If she fits, we all win."
Sue kissed Matt and he returned her kiss. She got up and went to the bathroom. Matt looked at me and said, "We are lucky to be married to her. She loves us both!"
I didn't trust my own voice so I just nodded. Matt's cell phone rang. He looked at it and said, "It's Ayla Thompkins! What's going on?"
"All the widows and single women in our age group are in the hunt! Answer it!"
"This is Matt." Ten minutes later he hung up. Sue was sitting in my lap, waiting for the report. Matt stuck his phone in his pocket and said, "I won't be here for dinner tonight. I have my choice of baked chicken with veggies or salmon. I got the feeling I'm to be dessert."
"Go! Enjoy the free food, being with a woman who wants to be with you and remember the two questions. If you close your eyes and imagine the three of us in bed together, can you put Ayla in that picture? Could she love all three of us?"
He showered, shaved and dressed for his date. When he came into the kitchen where Sue and I were cooking he looked good, but a little sad.
Sue kissed him hard enough to start a fire and held on after the kiss ended. "Don't worry. You're in the perfect position to be looking at both Victoria and Ayla. You already have a wife who loves you and is open to having a new sister. I'm also sure Nick is open to having us be a foursome."
"I am and I know I trust you to bring us someone who works for all of us. Now, go have fun."
As he opened the back door he smiled and said, "Ok, Dad." The sadness was at least submerged.
He went out the back door and Sue said, "I feel good about Ayla. She Marcie and I served on a couple of committees when the kids were in school together. Josh dated her daughter for a while."
I asked, "If you close your eyes and imagine the three of us in bed together, can you put Ayla in that picture? Could she love all three of us?"
"I think I could see that." She served up our dinner and added, "I think I'd like that."
We ate and cleaned up. Sue spilled something on her skirt while we cleaned up. She took it off, rinsed it and tossed it in the washer. I volunteered to get more dirty clothes and start the wash. Three minutes later were standing by the washer, naked and starting the machine. I took Sue in my arms and said, "I love you. I love the way you think, the way you feel in my arms, the way it looks when you kiss my brother and I think, most of all, I love the way you love." We kissed.
She guided me towards the bedroom and I am a good follower, sometimes. We made it to the bed and spent the evening being very friendly, passionate, intimate and lovers. One of us made a lot of noise. One of us got a hickie... or two. We were asleep by midnight. Matt wasn't home.
Sue got up at about three to pee. When she came back to bed she asked, "Do we ground him for being out all night?"