Chapter 3
Ron didn't go home that night He slept with Glen and Beth, all three of them huddled together in the same bed. Beth slept in the middle of course, with Ron snuggled against her on one side and her husband on the other. It was a tangle of arms and legs but none of them minded, because of their physical exhaustion. Beth slept with an arm around each of her men and a thigh thrown over their legs. The alarm was left unset; the next day was Saturday and neither Glen nor Ron had to work.
It was about nine when Beth awoke the next morning. She felt utterly at peace with the world, soul-satisfied and happy. For several moments she lay smiling to herself, content to lie snug and warm between her husband and her lover, who hadn't bothered to cover themselves during the night She turned her head to look at Ron. His beard stubble was blacker and thicker than Glen's. She kissed his chin lightly, her lips grazing his stiff, scratchy whiskers. He stirred but didn't wake. She smiled lovingly and turned to look at Glen. He was lower in the bed, so she kissed him on the forehead and whispered, "I love you so much."
Fully awake, she laid her head back on the pillow, reluctant to leave her cherished spot. At that moment, she considered herself the luckiest woman alive. She decided she loved Ron, too, though not as deeply as she loved Glen. She thought her husband had been wonderful in agreeing to let her have Ron. How many men, she wondered, were understanding enough to allow their wives a lover, even if the man she wanted was his best friend? Not many, she guessed. Glen was really something special, but of course she'd known that when she married him.
Her breast swelling with love, she raised her head and looked down at their penises. How different their organs were this morning, so shrunken and complacent-looking, nothing at all like the fierce, hard spears which had given her such fantastic joy just hours before. The dear sweet things deserved kisses of thanks.
Moving quietly, Beth turned onto her stomach and scooted down the bed. She didn't want to wake the boys yet. Kneeling, she moved her face over Glen's loins. Only her pursed lips touched his purplish glans. It was a silent kiss, full of loving tenderness. Then, moving to Ron, she kissed the head of his dick in the same sweet manner.
Neither of the boys moved. She kissed each of them again, this time teasing the tiny mouths at the tops of their organs with the tip of her tongue. Still they slept, but their cocks began to wake up and a smile formed on each of their sleeping faces. Unable to resist, she kept moving from one prick to the other, planting kisses on the swelling cockheads, licking the shafts, charming the snakelike darlings higher and higher into the air.
Glen woke up first, grinned down at her and blew her a kiss. She responded by opening her mouth wide and looking up lovingly into his eyes as she sank her warm mouth down over his erect prick. Then, cupping Glen's balls, she moved back to Ron. She had more than half of his stiff pole in her mouth when he opened his eyes and greeted the new day with a blissful sigh.
"What a glorious way to be awakened," Ron murmured.
Glen, his voice full of warmth, said, "Isn't it, though? This is as new to me as it is to you, Ron. What are you doing, Beth honey, having your breakfast?"
Beth intentionally made a loud slurp when she lazily pulled her suctioning mouth from Ron's organ. She grinned up at them. "I need some cream for our coffee. I'm milking."
They laughed. Glen said he'd rather not have male cream in his coffee, and Ron agreed with him.
"Then you'll have to do your own milking," Beth said, scooting toward their heads. She turned around and put a knee on the far side of each of their heads, pulling their faces close together under her loins. "Get the idea, lovers?" she asked.
Not waiting for an answer, she swung her head over Glen's body and hotly took his cock into her mouth. The boys got the idea. A mouth claimed her cunt. Still sucking on her husband's dick, she bent her head to look at her genitals. It was Glen, the darling, with his lips pressed nice and tight to her pussy and his tongue slipping into her sleep-warm vagina. His whiskers tickled the inner slopes of her soft thighs. He kept his mouth at her cunt as long as she sucked his rod. Then, when she left Glen and took Ron's prick into her mouth, Glen relinquished his milking rights to Ron, who immediately pressed his bristly face into her crotch and sucked harshly at the hardening clitoris. They kept it up, switching back and forth, till each of the cocks gave forth a load of cream and her pussy was dripping copiously into their greedy mouths.
Beth swung around and lay back down between them. She kissed them both wetly and hugged them to her happy body. "What a beautiful way to start the day," she sighed. "Anyone for fucking?"
They declined good-naturedly, then all three went into the bathroom for a togetherness shower. Later, at brunch, while Beth was serving naked except for her high-heeled house slippers (she always wore high heels now, because (Glen said they made her lovely legs look even prettier) she suggested Ron move in with them. Glen, greatly pleased at Beth's bubbling happiness, added his second to the invitation. Ron said he'd be only too happy to accept, provided he be allowed to pay his share of the expenses.
It turned out to be an idyllic arrangement. Beth kept house for her husband and lover, while they both went off to work each weekday. The weekends were heaven. With two incomes they could afford to go somewhere every weekend. They deep-sea fished, swam in Lake County, gambled in Reno, skied in the mountains, lazed on the beach at Carmel, hiked and picnicked on Mount Tamalpais, and drove through the Redwoods, returning to their apartment in San Francisco on Sunday nights tired but sublimely happy.
There was no jealousy, but at first Ron had feared he was homosexually inclined because he liked having Glen's cock up his ass. One night while all three of them were burning with lust, Beth persuaded Glen to let Ron screw his butt. Neither of the boys thought much of that coupling and never desired it again, but Ron still loved being sodomized by Glen. Another time, Beth persuaded Glen and Ron (again while they were at a fever pitch) to sixty-nine each other while she watched. She enjoyed it much more than cither of them did, and, much to her disappointment, she could never get them to suck each other off after that time. Their attempts at homo-eroticism served her primary purpose for pushing them into it, though, and neither Ron nor Glen ever again worried about turning queer.
The only thing which marred their troilistic pleasure was Ron's mother. Her asthma seemed to be getting worse and worse since he'd left her living alone in the house he'd been raised in. Ron visited her frequently, returning to their bed each time feeling guilty. Beth gave him plenty of loving and sex after each of his visits to his mother, and it always snapped him out of his depressed mood.
Beth knew she was the happiest girl alive; she simply had to be, for her heart would have burst had she been any happier. Of one thing she was sure: she got more sex than any two brides ever got, and she thrived on it. She'd liked to fuck before Ron moved in with her and Glen, now she adored it. It seemed to her the most natural thing in the world to have two lovers every night. Even when she was menstruating, one or the other of the boys would want her, and the other would get worked up watching them make love and join in. There were never any cramps with her periods now, for she had too many tension-releasing orgasms before and during her flow. Her body was thrilled by at least two orgasms a night, usually more. The shrewish wives on TV mystified her completely. She couldn't understand why they acted that way, as she sat on the couch in the living room or lay in bed between her two lovers, fondling them both from time to time during the early evening hours, preparing them for action when they went to bed for the night.
Beth was excited about marrying Ron, too (secretly, in Mexico), for they'd all agreed their arrangement should be a permanent one. No married couple, Glen said as enthusiastically as Ron and she, had things as good as they did, nor was happier in any way. Love passed freely between them. They considered each other wonderful company. Beth bought a new blue outfit for the wedding on a Monday. The following Saturday they were to drove down to Mexico, where she would marry Ron.
Glen was to be their best man, and he was so pleased about it he bought himself a new suit for the occasion and one for Ron, as well. Ron was so moved tears misted his eyes, and he saved himself from the embarrassment of weeping by hugging Glen and offering profuse thanks.
Late Friday night, after being gone twice as long to visit his mother as he usually was, Ron came back to their apartment dejected and miserable. "Mother has to move to Tucson," he said. "Her doctor thinks the climate will be better for her asthma."
It was all he had to say. Beth knew the wedding was off, and their living together, too. She broke into tears as he silently packed his things. The old lady's umbilical cord was choking Ron to death, but he had to go with her. As an only child whose father had died before he could remember, he was tied to her with unseen bonds stronger than steel.
Both Glen and Beth were lost after Ron left. Nothing seemed the same without him. They both felt a sense of loss, an unexplainable emptiness. Dullness settled over them. They talked less and less. Each assured the other their sex life was totally satisfying, but each secretly knew the other was lying too.