"Jamie, where's Lynn?"
I continued my relationship with Lynn and Jamie living together with the dogs, Seymour and Polo. Life couldn't be any better. Never have I been as happy. Living with two, gorgeous 25-year-old women made me feel younger, vibrant, needed, and desirable. Even though I got less sleep and did more outdoor activities, I was never tired in the way that I was always exhausted before. The way that I felt before depressed, lonely, and irritable, as opposed to how I felt now, happy, outgoing, and energetic was all just a state of mind that affected my physical well being, now, I felt younger and appreciated. I loved being alive.
We shared the chores with each one doing the things that we didn't mind doing. I did the vacuuming, repairing, fixing, and whatever heavy lifting that needed to be done. Jamie did the cooking, since she liked to cook and was an excellent cook. Lynn did the dishes and the cleaning up afterward, and we all shared the remainder of the housework. We made sure that splitting up the household chores was fair and equitable. What was once a dreaded chore and now one of our favorite things to do, we all went to the supermarket together. I never thought food shopping could be such fun, but it was and it became an outing that we all looked forward to doing it.
We were sensitive to one another's needs and moods giving one another space or a hug, whenever needed. Quickly, our relationship blossomed evolving into more than just sex. We no longer thought of age as a condition of love or of sex. We were just people who loved one another and who shared our bodies and sexuality with one another. Almost in a Hippie state of Zen mind, it was a beautiful thing. Although I truly cared for Jamie, I truly loved Lynn and would always love Lynn, until the day that I died.
One of the good things about our relationship was, because there was no sexual tension, as there is with normal married couples, we got along splendidly. We never argued, sniped at or were mean to one another. Sex was never an issue or a chore. It was an enjoyable and immensely pleasurable activity. Matter of fact, after having lived this way with two women for more than a year, now, I recommend this arrangement to anyone who wants to try it.
Although, some women may prefer a two man threesome relationship rather than a two woman threesome relationship. Having already experienced it, I prefer a relationship with two women. It helped that Jamie and Lynn were sexually attracted to one another, too. Having that third party acting as a buffer in the relationship serves an important role that removes the boredom that so many relationships suffer and eliminates the rut that many relationships experience. When one person doesn't feel up to something or doesn't like doing something, whether it is sex or food shopping or playing a game, the other is always available to pick up the slack.
The relationship continued without a hitch until one day, when Lynn informed me that she needed to visit her mom, dad, and her sister in upstate New York. She told me that Jamie was going with her, too, and that they would be gone the entire weekend, from early Friday morning, until late Sunday night. I didn't like the idea of her going without me, but there was nothing that I could do.
"Lynn, I don't understand, why are you suddenly leaving me? Why can't I come with you?"
"I'm not leaving you, you goof. I'm just going to see my family. There's something that I need to talk to them about and I'd rather not have you there. I need to talk with them alone and without you. You'll meet them soon enough, don't worry."
"What it is that you have to talk to your mother and sister about and what is it that you are unable to tell me?"
"It's just girl talk," she said with a shrug.
"And that's why Jamie is going with you?"
"Well, yes, she's a girl, after all, and she can help me to explain you and sell you to my parents," she said with a grin. "They're more apt to agree on things in my personal and private life, if I have someone else there, such as Jamie, who can validate and verify what it is that I'm saying. She can vouch for you, not that you needing vouching," she said with a laugh. "Yet, being that you're so wicked old," she said with a another laugh, "I need her there to help make my shocked parents understand the love that I have for you."
"You know how much I hate sleeping alone," I said putting my hands around her waist, pulling her to me, and kissing her neck.
"You have the dogs," she said laughing.
"Funny, but I'm not sleeping with the dogs," I said looking from her to the dogs.
"We'll be back before you know it," she said giving me a kiss. "It's just for a couple of days."
"You aren't going to tell your mother about our relationship, are you? I mean, about the torrid sex and the threesome," I said teasing. "You aren't going to tell your mother, father, and sister about you and Jamie having hot sex are you?"
"Of course not," she said laughing. "My mother and father would never understand about that, about sex, and especially about threesomes. My sister might though," she said with a laugh. "She's a slut like me." She put my face in her hands and kissed me on the lips. "I'm going to tell her about us, though, about love, about soul mates, and about a secret that I've been keeping from you and that I'll tell you when I return."
