As I drove home from Gatwick Airport, Sarah seemed pensive, and I guessed part of it was the post-holiday blues you experience, after having such a good time. However, I suspected it was more than just that and, like me, she was also reflecting on what happened in Crete and what we should do now we were home.
“David,” she said after twenty minutes of silence. “I am seriously going to start looking for a new job; something in the travel or entertainment industry.”
“That would be great,” I enthusiastically replied. It was something we had talked about before.
“You are too clever to work long in the removal company’s office. I promise, whatever happens, to always support you.”
Sarah smiled. Her hand squeezed my thigh; it was her way of saying thank you without using words.
The car fell back to silence. Our thoughts, once again, kept to ourselves; my mind still thinking about Crete, and what went on there.
Our ten-day holiday on the Greek Island had been good for us. It had been full of fun, sun, sea, and sex, but the most important thing was that we had got to know one another. Until our vacation, I had always felt as if I was only chipping away at Sarah’s multi-layered, protective shield.
My two girlfriend’s personalities were very different. Clare, would simply nudge me, and then tell me how it was. Sarah’s was more complex, it had taken time for me to understand her, and for her to relax and let me inside.
There was also something else. I felt, first meeting Clare, and then somewhat perversely, sharing Sarah with season swingers, Don and Ashley, had brought us closer together as a couple.
However, the sex that we had indulged in during our stay in Crete needed to be spoken about, maybe not today, but soon.
Sarah needed to experience life outside her village, and importantly, do things that Clare had already done. That was why I had given her an anklet. It was the key to our newly agreed open relationship. Something within me had said that the only way that I could keep Sarah was by giving her the same sexual freedom, Clare already had. If I didn’t, I would simply lose her.
I was in a unique situation, having two beautiful girlfriends who knew about each other and were happy to share me. They liked one another and were even friends, but I knew if I wanted to keep them both, I needed to compromise, especially with Sarah. I wanted both my girlfriends to be in sexual equilibrium.
However, there was something that occurred on our holiday which I hadn’t expected. This was the sexual thrill I got when sharing Sarah. It started when I encouraged her to expose her body, and then I shared her with Don, and then Ashley. To start with, it was more fun, a sexual experimentation, and we learned so much. But almost shockingly, by the end of the holiday, I was getting off just watching my girlfriend.
The biggest incident happened almost by accident. Sarah had sex with a German guy called Kurt. He had paid her for it, crossing off one of my girlfriend's strongest sexual fantasies.
I had stood there watching the build-up, the flirting, and the making out. I accepted what was happening, and I just put it down as being a bit of sexual fun. After all, we were all adults, and Kurt played his part perfectly. But there was something which I struggled with, and that was I had ejaculated while watching Kurt and Sarah fucking. I had been so aroused watching my beautiful girlfriend, someone who I genuinely loved, being fucked that I had cum with hardly touching myself.
This I didn’t yet understand… was this me?
In my mind, I was trying to blame it on the holiday atmosphere, the alcohol, the sexual tension, or simply anything. However, deep down, I knew none of that was true. I could have stopped it, but I had gotten caught up in the moment; the simple truth was I had enjoyed what happened.
I glanced at Sarah, she seemed to be dozing and my thoughts turned to Clare. I knew that with every mile, I was getting closer to her and I could not help but look in her direction as we passed her turning. We would see her tonight, and I could only hope that she missed me as much as I missed her; next time it was going to be a holiday for three.
As we approached her home, Sarah seemed to wake up, and I glanced at her. I then brought up something that I had been thinking about for a while.
“Sarah, tomorrow I will get the keys to my flat. Why don’t we move into it together?”
She smiled at me and then giggled. It was the first joyful sound I had heard from her since we had walked to the aeroplane.
“David, it is too soon. I need some time at home to find my balance.” Then she giggled once again. “Anyway, you got to learn to do your own cooking!”
I grinned. She knew me, I hadn’t been surprised by her answer, and she was right, I didn’t like cooking. But there was something I needed to fully understand, as I knew it could be important.
“Balance,” I questioned.
Sarah looked at me.
“My family life, David, I just need to adjust back to living in a village.”
She then softly stated, “Perhaps, I enjoyed what we did in Crete a little too much. I may have dreamed about it, but until we were there I never thought I get that chance, as you well know, it is impossible to repeat those things where I live.”
“David, I just need a period of stability.”
I took my hand off the wheel and squeezed her thigh; it was an act of reassurance.
“What things?” I carefully asked. I needed to know.
“You know my sexual fantasy list, and I don’t regret what I did, or the fact I now crossed off four of them. However, crossing them off doesn’t mean that I don’t want to do it again. If anything, because I enjoyed it so much, I have a greater urge for a repeat.”
I was surprised by what Sarah had just said, but I also understood.
Before Crete, I never had the urge to share Sarah. That had only arisen because of Clare, and the fact she had made it clear she was going to carry on sleeping around, though as far as I was concerned, only with other women.
If I wanted two girlfriends, and with Clare not ready to stop, I knew I had only one choice… treat them both the same.
“So, now we are home. Do you want to put all we did in Crete to bed?” I had deliberately chosen that word. “And go back to how we were before, monogamous; you, me and Clare?”
Sarah laughed. It was good to hear.
“I don’t… But, you can’t put monogamous and Clare in the same sentence?”
“I just did,” I chuckled, knowing what Sarah had just said, was true.
“Look, David, like Clare is currently doing, maybe I would like to explore my bisexual side a little more. I enjoyed our holiday, and I enjoyed what I did on it.”
“With Clare?” I hopefully asked.
“No, she is too close to home. I am talking about being very discreet, something away from where I live.”
“So, not Clare,” I was disappointed.
“David, there might be moments between us, but we don’t know where she is with her life. From what she said on the phone, she has got enough going on.”
I knew Sarah was right, and I didn’t press any further, thinking the conversation was over. But I was wrong.
“Don mentioned contact magazines, didn’t he?”
I confirmed that he had.
“Well, I was thinking once you have moved in, maybe you could purchase one…” Sarah stopped, as if suddenly uncertain. “I am not sure if there are women seeking women in them, but if there is, I might be interested.”
“Sarah, I am sure if we put an advert in, you would be inundated with offers. Don’t you realise how beautiful you are?”
I received a nudge, despite the compliment!
“No, dummy, I just want to look, and maybe, and I am saying just, maybe. If there is an older, experienced lady who lives well away from us, I might like to experiment once again, but no promises.”
“I am sure Brenda would make herself available,” I suggested with a large grin.
I received a second, harder nudge.
“Brenda has got friends who… Ouch!”
I shut up; I had been told.
If Sarah was going to do this, it would be under her terms, or not at all.
*****
“Where is my little boy, then?”
It was Clare. I heard her voice before I saw her, those long, sexy legs, and her smile. She was dressed in a short skirt and a jacket. It was also obvious that she had forgotten to put a bra on under her blouse.
I just stood and embraced her. I needed that hug, which turned into a cuddle, and with every passing second, I felt my Clare-metre being filled. It had been too long between top-ups.
“What do you mean, little boy?” I questioned as I realised what Clare had just said.
It was only then I heard Sarah giggling. She was standing right next to me, waiting for her hug. I groaned; already, I thought. Clare was talking about my hair-free cock!
We were all at the “Green Dragon” which was a small pub in the large forest which covered most of the twenty-two miles between Clare’s and Sarah’s houses.
I sat down and watched the girls hug and then giggle as if there was a great big secret between the two of them.
“Well,” I said, as I looked at Sarah. “I guess you two have already been speaking on the phone.”
I had conjectured that Sarah couldn’t wait to tell Clare that she had got me to shave all my pubic hair off. Or perhaps it was more likely she was checking that Clare was bringing our modelling photographs.
Anyway, Sarah didn’t deny it.
The day had already been a long one for Sarah and me, but we thought it was important to see Clare tonight and reconnect. We needed to catch up with one another. To help, Clare borrowed her mum’s car and drove to this pub, which was not far from Sarah’s. She seemed just as keen to see us, and once sitting with our drinks, we started chatting.
Clare let us go first… and I proudly got out the flashing, farting back scratcher and presented it to Clare.
“From Crete,” I said and then turned it as if I was scratching an invisible back. It was a motion that produced a large FART, and then the lights flashed. The rest of the pub couldn’t miss seeing or hearing it!
Clare blushed and then attempted to dispose of it quickly, resulting in a repetition of the sound. I loved it… though Clare seemed to have a different opinion!
She called me an idiot and then smiled… and nudged me.
“You really are a little boy!” she then suggested. “That present is so embarrassing.”
“I told you,” Sarah said whilst looking at me.
“Well, I have a second one.”
Sarah didn’t know I had purchased two.
“I don’t want it!” She quietly hissed as I suddenly produced it, and then I proved that one worked as well as the first… “Thrrrppp.”
Both my girlfriends covered their faces.
“I bought it for Gary,” I defensively stated, which was true.
Gary was Sarah’s seven-year-old brother and was, by chance, the same age as Colin, Clare’s youngest brother. Their December birthdays were only a couple of days apart.
“I thought he would love it, and it comes with the bonus of reminding you of our holiday every time he uses it!”
Clare started giggling when she realised she was not the only one with the “naff” present, but Sarah remained unimpressed. She gave Clare the key ring she had purchased with a photo of the resort we stayed at and the words; “I love you,” underneath it.
“Interesting,” Clare remarked with a smile. Before saying, “Thank you.”
Sarah blushed as she smiled back at Clare. Then she turned towards me, and her eyes flared. She was not impressed that she would have to listen to the farting sound day and night.
But I had a solution.
“Well, if you move in, Sarah, you won’t have to put up with the noise.”
Clare glanced at me. I couldn’t read what she was thinking.
“She turned me down, Clare,” I quickly said. The last thing I wanted to do was upset my second girlfriend, especially as we had not seen each other for two weeks.
“Yes, I turned him down. We are not ready, and I think this proves I was right.”
Sarah was pointing at the flashing, farting back scratcher, which was now conveniently hidden under the table. I couldn’t resist giving it a knock to make it go off. It was an action which earned me a nudge from both girls.
Clare then said, “When I was with Alan and stayed with him during the weekends, I soon learnt a lot about him. I would seriously consider it; you probably learn David farts as much as the back scratcher.”
I tried not to take offence, knowing the girls were both ganging up on me. It was like before we went away on holiday. We were reconnecting, and I gently squeezed both girls’ hands to let them know I was still there.
“I take my chances staying at home, as at least the toy doesn’t smell.”
Dismissing what Sarah had just said, I turned to Clare, “Do you want to move in with me?” It was a playful, yet hopeful, question.
I didn’t want to live in the flat on my own.
“I am not doing your cooking for you,” she swiftly replied and then smiled.
It was the same answer Sarah had given me. Was I that obvious?
“And besides, no one knows you are going out with me, or have you forgotten your girlfriend is Sarah?”
I heard Sarah giggling behind me. She seemed to have enjoyed my put-down.
“Oh, and there are a couple of other things. I go to college in the city, which is miles from your flat, and I do not have a car. You seemed to have also ignored the fact that I am a lesbian with two girlfriends who also live in the city.”
“Only two?” I jested, knowing Clare wasn’t a lesbian.
Before there was a comeback, I smiled and held my hands up in surrender and then kicked the back scratcher under the table…“Thrrrppp.”
Despite the embarrassment, this time, we all chuckled. Perhaps my girlfriends were right; I was a big kid!
I had only been half-serious about either girl moving in with me, as I could live on cornflakes… But I did want to have that question out there, and I sensed it had to be. We would need to find time in our schedules. Yes, Sarah was my girlfriend, but both girls were equally important to me.
The conversation moved on.
Sarah and I told Clare all about Crete. Between us, we left nothing out except Kurt… and my ejaculation watching her, which neither Sarah nor Clare would ever get to know about.
We went through all the things we had done with Don and Ashley. This included how we met them, the nude beach and the Pirate Pool. Then we explained about the sex. How we swapped partners. That it was something that they had done before. I explained how I mainly watched Sarah and Don because Ashley preferred to watch rather than take part.
“I wonder why?” Clare openly questioned, not really understanding.
“Probably because David wasn’t any good,” Sarah playfully suggested, fully knowing that wasn’t true or the reason.
It had both girls giggling… though this time, I chuckled, too. Especially as I then asked Sarah to go through all the new things she had told me about Jerry. Clare may have already known most of them, but I felt it was important she knew it all.
Sarah may have glanced at me, and yes, I did hold her hand for reassurance. But this was a different Sarah; she seemed a lot more confident to share this personal information with Clare. I sensed the relationship between my two girlfriends was growing and that there may even be a real attraction between them.
I just hoped… as I sat there listening to Sarah, still gently squeezing her hand.
With us done, Clare told the story of what she had been up to with Brenda and Clare. Though I sensed she left something out when she was at “Rainbows,” something beyond the fact she had collected twenty-five names, and the fact Brenda wanted her to go on dates with all of them. Clare reassured us, especially Sarah, when she showed surprise that it was not happening. She wasn’t planning to go on dates with any of them. It had just been a game.
