Sarah and I got up fairly early the next morning. It was Saturday, the first full day of our holiday, and the big night for entertainment at the hotel.
We made it to breakfast for nine in the morning, having, unsurprisingly, not seen anything of Don or Ashley. As we sat there eating, we started talking for the first time about last night. It was something we needed to do and also something we should have done earlier, before we swapped and enjoyed our new partners. It had surprised me that I wasn’t having any qualms about what happened, about sharing Sarah, though it was still raw and perhaps my true feelings were yet to be understood.
“Sarah, I see you still wearing your anklet this morning.” It was a comment I made to ease us into the conversation we both needed to have.
Sarah looked down at her long shapely legs, the gold anklet glistening around her right ankle.
“I was not planning to take it off during this holiday,” she replied with a small curl of a smile.
“Do you want me to?”
The question was sharp. It sounded as though Sarah was surprised I had even mentioned it. She had even gone back to eating her breakfast.
I shrugged. My mind was still clearing the fog of last night. I knew the answer, and I had the feeling Sarah already knew my reply.
“No,” I said and then added while smiling. “It suits you.”
Sarah looked up from her breakfast and smiled back. I had given the right answer.
Her blue eyes locked with my green ones. She knew I was going to say a little more.
“But we have not really talked about last night,” I tentatively said before stating, “We both need to, though maybe not as much as Don and Ashley have to.”
I was also trying to emphasise my point and bring some light-heartedness to what should be a serious conversation between Sarah and me.
Sarah stopped eating and looked at me. I guessed she might have a few things to say, though it was already clear that she didn’t want to take off the anklet.
I carried on…
“I did not tell you last night, but Don does not like sharing Ashley. Yes, she does like watching and having sex with other girls, but that is not the reason she does not have sex with men. Don has asked her not to…” I paused.
“Well, until last night,” I quietly added.
“What was special about last night?” Sarah somewhat innocently asked.
The question made me grin. I wanted to say what I was thinking. That it was because Ashley could not resist me, but I knew that was far from being true. The sex with Ashley had been more about me outperforming Don than intimacy and pleasure.
Sarah’s innocent question reminded me that she had never understood just how desirable she was to other men. I knew Don had changed their rules just to be with Sarah; it was nothing to do with me. Ashley might have wanted to be with a younger man, but it was Don’s rules that she adhered to.
That much had been clear to me.
I also knew this new sexy Sarah would soon learn how guys would fall over themselves just to be with her. But that was something Sarah was going to have to find out, as there was only enough room in our apartment for one ego, and that had to be mine!
So I chose to only partly answer Sarah’s question, though still in a truthful but different way.
“Don gets jealous and he cannot handle it when he sees Ashley with another man,” I remarked before carefully adding. “Though actually, it is something I can understand, as it is not easy to share those who you love.”
Sarah looked at me and then whispered, “I know.”
I scrutinised her. I wasn’t expecting that remark and I noticed Sarah’s eyes looked a little glazed.
Sarah then softly said, “Last night was the first time I watched you alone with another woman, an unknown woman, and I realised I was getting a little jealous. I did not understand my feelings, but I felt envious of Ashley and I could feel the jealousy eating into me.”
Sarah paused and played a little with the food in front of her. I was intently listening as I guessed the next thing she was going to say might be important.
“I realised something. I must have feelings for Clare as when we were all having sex together, I never once felt jealous of her.”
That was not what I was expecting, though I already knew the girls got on very well. In the few short weeks since Sarah had met Clare, they had become best friends and when I was there, almost lovers.
Clare had told me that she really liked Sarah, though had accepted she was primarily a straight girl, who would only play with other girls when the situation was right for her.
Sarah continued, “In the last few weeks, I have watched you with Clare and I have become happy with it. I did not know why but I have accepted us as a three. Last night when I watched you with Ashley, it felt different.”
“Different?” I softly asked. I was trying to understand.
“I felt lonely, as though I was missing out,” Sarah answered. “David, does that make sense?”
I thought for a few seconds before replying, and I felt I did grasp the gist of what Sarah was saying, though I wasn’t sure I had any answers I could give her.
“Yes, it makes sense, and I do understand why you think like that,” I said thoughtfully.
It was close to what I thought, but mine came with some anxiety. My biggest fear being Sarah or Clare would fall in love with another man.
“So, do you want us to stop this new lifestyle?” I carefully asked, though I was not sure what I wanted the answer to be.
Sarah took another bite of her breakfast. She was thinking. It was an important decision for us, and also maybe for Clare.
“Not yet, but maybe if we do it again, it would be better in separate rooms or as a threesome with me at the centre!” Sarah smiled and then added, this time with a wide, warm grin. “I would like to try that, a threesome. It is something Clare has already done.”
I pushed my breakfast to one side; suddenly not hungry. I didn’t know about Clare; she had never directly told me that, but there were still things which I was learning about her. But with time, I felt Clare would tell all.
With Sarah’s request, I did know she was slightly upping that anti. It was rule number two that Sarah wanted to change, but she didn’t have a vote, as these were David’s rules. Not Sarah’s. She was just meant to follow them.
In my mind, I liked my strong rules; they were important if we were going to swap partners again. To be pedantic, Sarah wanted to change David’s rule number two. I must be there in the same room and, if not participating with you, at least watching.
“You are changing the rules,” I pointed out.
Sarah looked surprised. Perhaps the rules meant more to me than her, I thought.
“I can’t remember all of them. Which rule am I changing?” She asked, then picked up her cup of tea and looked at me as she sipped it.
Sarah was waiting for my answer. So I explained rule number two to her again.
“Oh, was that a rule?” She replied, trying to sound a little surprised.
“Is that an important one?” Sarah then somewhat innocently asked, whilst trying to hide her smile in a cup of tea.
I shrugged. I wasn’t sure, but I did understand her point.
While I had found it exciting watching Sarah with another man, there was a tipping point, that moment when I need to assert myself as a man. It was the alpha male part of me and it always seemed to be wrestling with the part of me that just wanted to watch.
Last night, it had been easy for me. I had taken my angst out in competition with Don. Next time I knew it might be different. I asked myself.
Did I have to be in the same room?
Did I have to watch?
I was not sure I had the answer. It then occurred to me, as long as I had some sexual action, maybe we could modify rule number two.
“Okay,” I blurted, not wanting to ponder further.
“I understand and we can modify rule two, as to be honest, I am not sure that I ever could just watch. I feel I will always want to join in and I guess it could take away some of the spontaneity.”
Sarah looked at me and grinned. It felt to me that what I was saying was right and she was not trying to just whittle down my rules.
“Can we just keep rule two simple?” Sarah suggested. “How about, as long as we both agree, and are close by, during this holiday we can each have sex with someone else, but not necessarily watch them?”
I looked at Sarah. She had been thinking about this. That was my job!
Was this just the start of changing the rules?
I liked having rules, especially ones named after me.
There was some temptation to just ask for her to take the anklet off, as I certainly did not want to open Pandora’s Box, but the more I thought about it, the more I realised that we needed to trust each other.
I also wanted this, to keep both Clare and Sarah mine and maybe, with time, I could adjust and get to enjoy sharing them and not have the desire to join in.
So after a long pause in our conversation, I said, “Okay, we can modify rule two to say we must be close by but not necessarily in the same room as each other, but on the condition that we are both in agreement.”
Sarah smiled at me and said, “Thank you,” before kissing me. We were carrying on with this new lifestyle; just for this Crete holiday.
While sitting at the breakfast table, thinking about what might happen during this holiday, my cock hardened until I was supporting a full erection in my shorts. This was going to be an exciting sexual journey for both Sarah and me. I tucked into my breakfast again, but there was one other thing I needed to clear up, and it was something that did nothing to soften my erection.
“So you have feelings for Clare?” I asked. I stifled a grin, but somehow a smile found its way to my face… Inside me, I hoped she did have feelings for my second girlfriend.
Sarah stopped eating and smiled back at me. “I knew you would ask me that. I didn’t mean for it to slip out.”
She then carried on eating as if I had been dismissed, or she had thought that she had answered my question. So I pressed again. Sarah wasn’t getting off that easily.
“Well?” I asked, a little more urgently as I tried to provoke a response.
“Maybe,” Sarah mumbled. Her breakfast plate was now nearly empty. “I am not sure as it is still very early days, and I am still trying to understand my feelings, but I will say one thing… and I cannot believe that I am going to say this…”
Sarah paused. She looked at me.
I felt I dared not move. I even held my breath, as I didn’t want to give Sarah an excuse not to explain what she had meant.
“If you were ever going to choose another girlfriend, you could not have picked anyone better than Clare. She is quite lovely to have as a friend… I really like her and…”
Sarah paused.
“This is embarrassing, David… I will only say it just this once.” Sarah stopped and looked around, and then, realising no one was listening, whispered, “I now feel happy you brought Clare into our lives.”
With those closing words, Sarah blushed and then resumed eating what was left of her breakfast, but now with a little grin on her face. She was happy, and I grinned. Perhaps we had been right to experiment and swap partners last night, though as I eat, I knew we needed to talk a lot more on the subject.
But for now, I chose to smile, then grin and not say another word… I could not be happier.
As I finished my breakfast, I had this image in my head where I could see us all living together in a large house and in perfect happiness until we were all old and grey, Clare, Sarah and me in a genuine relationship of three.
But of course, life is not usually like that and I knew there would be bumps along the road.
I just hoped when they came, we could deal with them as a three.
*****
After breakfast, we went back to the apartment. There was still no sign of Don and Ashley, but I thought there would be a good chance that we would meet them during the day. I just hoped everything was okay with them and that we had not opened up any old marriage wounds.
I also started to feel guilty about leaving my used condom on the bedside table and promised myself that if there was a next time, I wouldn’t do that again.
With the sun already getting hot and little wind, I suggested it be a good time to go down to the beach and maybe explore a little.
Sarah smiled, “You thinking about the nude beach, aren’t you?”
“Now there is an idea,” I replied with a silly boyish grin. Though, it really was down to Sarah if we went there or not. I just wanted us to spend some quality time together, talk a little more about last night, and carry on reconnecting as a couple.
We stripped off and applied sunscreen to each other all over, just in case we went to the nude beach. I was wondering what Sarah would wear, as once again, she had disappeared into the lobby and bathroom area to change and surprise me.
As she walked away from me, nude, I watched her tight, perky bottom. It was smiling at me and I smiled back and wondered once again if I had done the right thing in sharing Sarah. It was the first small wave of regret that I had felt and it caught me by surprise.
I asked myself, why had I wanted to share Sarah?
It was a slightly different feeling than I had about Clare. She had made it very clear that I had no choice if I wanted her to be my second girlfriend. She had told me that she wanted an open relationship. That I would have to share her with mainly other women, though we both knew an open relationship meant it could also include other men. But it made me question…
