Author's Note: Welcome to the sixth chapter of "Third Year After", the continuation of the story begun in "First Year After", and continued in "Second Year After". I recommend that you read the two preceding series, and the first five chapters of this one, before beginning this chapter. I hope you enjoy the ongoing story.
Disclaimer: All sexual activity described in this story involves fictional characters over the age of 18.
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October 17, 2015
My cousin Angie's birthday on the 20th fell in the middle of the week, so her parents threw her party on the Sunday before. With Carrie gone at college, Angie's behavior seemed more normal towards Patti and me. Even more important, the family seemed to be in a better mood about our triad, actually asking us to bring Amber and KJ the next time we had a family function.
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November 6, 2015
Ginger came over for another family dinner, and seemed down. We all picked up on it, but Henry is the one who asked, "What's wrong, honey?"
A tear rolled down Ginger's left cheek, as she said, "I don't think I can keep doing this. The closer we get to Thanksgiving and my kids coming home, the tenser I get about having to tell them about this family and everything. I know you say that it's okay if some of my answers are no, but how do I ask to join
half
of a group marriage?"
"You want to marry us?" Henry asked.
"I think I do. Even without having made love to the three younger members yet, I know I want to, but then how do I tell my kids?"
I suggested, "Why tell them about all six of us? Why not just tell them about Henry, Toni and Tina?"
Ginger looked my way and said, "If I move in here, they would need to move in, too, not that I'm sure you have the room. You would either have to split your marriage into the two triads for real, or they would have to know and accept the situation. Once they get to that point, they..."
"They would want to join in?" Amber asked. "Is that the real problem? You're not sure you can be sexual with your own kids?"
All Ginger could do was nod, as the tears started streaming down her face.
Henry hugged her to him, and let her cry, then picked her up and carried her into his bedroom, closing the door.
"Oh, shit," I muttered. "What do we do now?"
"We let Henry talk to her," Mom said. "He'll know what to say. Meanwhile, we should eat, before the food gets cold. I'll set aside plates for them."
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When Ginger and Henry came back out, she came to me, and said, "Make love to me tonight. Just you and me. Henry got me to realize that most of my fear revolves around being intimate with Toby, rather than Wendy. If I let myself indulge in the similarities in your appearance, maybe I can overcome that fear. I know it's not really fair to treat you as a proxy, but I'm not sure there's a better way."
"I'll try to be the best Toby I can be. I get that this is important, not just to you, but to all of us, okay?" I looked over to Henry and asked, "Should I assume that you'll take our four wives and the babies over to Center tonight, so I'll take Ginger to East?"
"That's fine," he responded.
"You should eat first," I said to Ginger, and helped her microwave the plate Mom had made for her. Henry heated up his as well, and sat with us at the table. As we were sitting there, Ginger's cell phone rang. I saw that the screen said, "Wendy".
"Hi honey. —— I'm over at Henry's house, having dinner. —— You do? —— Okay, I can make those arrangements. —— Okay, sweetie, goodbye."
"That was my daughter," Ginger said. "She and Toby were looking at airfares, and they can't find an affordable one in the time-frame they have between classes, given all of the other college kids trying to get home. So, she wants me to fly up to Denver a few days before their classes let out, and stay with them through the holiday."
"Were they making their own arrangements?" Patti asked.
Ginger shrugged. "Well, their dad's parents left them quite a bit of money, as their only heirs, so they pay their own tuition, rent and airfare. They'll be paying mine, as well, I just have to swap some shifts at the hospital to be able to go, since I haven't accumulated all of the vacation time I'd need."
After Ginger ate, I kissed my wives goodnight, and walked hand—in-hand with Ginger via the private route to East, explaining how it allowed us to transit between the houses without the neighbors knowing. So far as they knew, I'd never left East after parking my car in the garage.
Inside, we walked up to the bedroom, and began to kiss next to the bed, gradually getting more passionate, as we started slipping each other's clothes off. Ginger's breasts were gorgeous, D-cups, with the same freckles she had everywhere else. I began to suck on the broad areola, as her hand started to stroke my cock. She pulled me onto the bed, saying, "I heard 69 is a popular position here. Does that include boy-girl?"
"Definitely," I said, as she moved into position over me. Every woman I get to explore cunnilingus with seems to react differently. Ginger's labia were particularly sensitive, and her first orgasm popped before I'd even reached her clit, as I had two fingers up her tunnel rubbing her g-spot and was nibbling on the inner labia.
Her blowjob only intensified after that, as if her cumming allowed her to go all out. Whatever the reason, I took it as a challenge to get her to cum again before she made me explode, and we wound up cumming at the same time.
Slipping me out of her mouth, she moaned, "Oh, Toby. I love you." I then felt her freeze. "I'm sorry, Drew."
"Don't be," I said, as I turned around to look her in the eyes, and caressed her cheek. "You came right out and told me that you wanted to imagine that this was Toby making love to you. So, I'm neither offended nor surprised that you would call out his name in passion. If it will help you arrive at a decision where I get to make love to you more often than just tonight, I can put up with being called someone else for one night. Would you prefer we use positions where you can't see my face, like rear entry or reverse cowgirl?"
"You're good for that many rounds?" she asked, incredulously.
