Hello everyone. Hubster here. Going to pick up where my friend left off.
Marcelo and I decided to let the nights events go, not keep on her about it. She was already feeling funny about the whole situation, no matter how I tried to tell her it was okay. But even after a couple of days it was still on her mind. She came to me one night to talk about it. “I know you told me over and over that you didn’t mind Marcelo and I being close, even before we were married. But I just assumed that after we tied the knot, that would pass.” “Was that why you married me?” “No. But I just thought that maybe you’ll see things differently.” “Just the opposite, I think it’s even more important that you share the love with Marcelo. You know he adores you, always had.” “Can I ask you something?” “Sure.” “Have you done this before?” “I told you before, no. And before you ask why me, it just seems right. I can’t explain it. But it just seems that it was meant for the three of us to be together. Marcelo and I have always been sexually open. Not sure if that’s the Italian in us. But if something seems right, we pursue it.” “I’m not sure If I see it as right or wrong. I just know it’s not normal.” “Really now?” I was surprised by bella’s observation as you say. She was always carefree and didn’t care what anyone thought of her or what she did. This was sex, and it messes up a lot of people I’m afraid. “Tell me, do you think you can hug both me and Marcelo?” “Sure.” “Do you think you can kiss both of us?” “I suppose.” “Why did you stop that night. You know what I mean.” Bella’s face turned red. “I couldn’t continue.” “If you did, you would feel that you betrayed me because another man could turn you on, is that it?” “I guess so.” Now I knew how to approach this. She wanted Marcelo, she loved what happened that night. But, if she let her body confirm that, she felt she was a bad person. We had get her pass that, then the rest would fall into place as you say. I knew what to do next. The following days nothing else was said about that night, Bella didn’t bring it up again even when she was stuck writing her first menage book. Marcelo and I saw an opening. “Movie night,” Marcelo winked at me. “Should be interesting. Let’s just hope she wants to watch it with us, and not by herself.” “Good point.” One night, Marcelo was over for dinner. Stephanie went straight to the den after she was finished, to work on her book. We could tell she was frustrated. “Having a problem?” I asked. “Several.” “What?” “Point of view for one. It’s hard to keep up with two, now I have a third. Do I put each POV one per chapter, do I break it up in one chapter, what?” “Yeah, that could be a bit confusing.” “Then it’s the sex act itself. I have one more body and now extra body parts.” “Haven’t you read any of the books you bought?” “Yeah, but even then, sometimes it’s hard to keep up with the players, especially if it’s not written well.” “Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words,” Marcelo pipped in. “What?” “You bought those videos. Have you watched any yet?” “I was hoping I could do without that.” “Why don’t you pop one in the player, get a note pad and take notes.” She was thinking it over. She looked at us too. I could only imagine what was going through her mind. “I’ll watch one later this week.” “Watch one now, since you’re having issues now. While the problem is still fresh. You’re having problems with point of views, and body parts. Just focus on that in the movie,” I suggested. “I guess I better since they’re rented. I need to return them soon.” That was something in our favor. I went into the library and grabbed the first one I saw on her writing desk. “Here’s a good one.” Stephanie looked at it and turned up her nose. “What?” “The woman is the housekeeper to two dudes. That’s so cliché.” “Bella, I know you weren’t expecting Gone with the Wind.” “I know, but really.” She took the tape and headed upstairs, where we didn’t want her to go. “Bella, stay down here and watch it. We want to see it too,” Marcelo said. “Wouldn’t you rather see it by yourselves?” She asked. “No. Besides when have we ever been together and watched television separately?” “This isn’t a regular movie night.” “Think of it as so.” Besides you’ll be busy taking notes remember, not really concentrating on the movie like that.” She looked at the back of the tape, then looked at us. “Don’t make any juvenile comments.” “We promise. Anyway, we wouldn’t want to disturb your note taking.” “Put the tape in and I’ll pop us some microwave popcorn,” Marcelo left the room. I sat on the couch while bella put the tape in. I honestly didn’t know how this was going to turn out. You American’s call it winging it I believe. This could go some many directions, all wrong. But we were going to try it. I told Marcelo what she said to me about that night. He agreed, she needed just a little push. It wasn’t that she didn’t want it, she didn’t want to admit that she would like it. If she left the door open, just a slight crack even….. Until next time.
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Hello everyone! Mutual Friend here.
It’s been a good minute. Things have been happening both good and bad, but we are slowly getting back to normal—whatever normal is now a days, and I’m sure you understand. We are going to pick up where we left off as though nothing happened. As you remember, Stephanie was in my bed asleep. She was sleepy and I didn’t want her to drive home in that condition. I stayed up, did some work, watched some television, then got sleepy myself. But instead of going to another bedroom, I joined her in my bed. Bold? Yes. But I knew she wouldn’t protest—not much. I don’t know how long I was asleep before I felt eyes on me. I turned and saw her staring at me. “What’s the matter? Can’t sleep?” I asked her. “Not with you in the same bed. I’ll go in the other bedroom.” I reached over and took her by the arm and gently pulled her close to me. “Stay. And don’t give the excuse that Giuseppe won’t approve. He would more than approve, in fact he would encourage it.” “No married man would encourage his wife sleeping with another man, especially his best friend. “Only his best friend. He would and has.” I remember the look of surprise on her face. I had to repeat myself, clearer. “Your husband, my best friend has encouraged this little get together. His only regret is that he’s not here, to help move things along.” She really looked scared now. “Don’t be surprises, we’ve been through this before you two go married. Nothings has changed. Only a piece of paper that says you are legally man and wife. But you can be just as committed to another. Not our fault, states don’t recognize it. “Don’t be angry with him, don’t think of him any other way, but the man that loves you to death and would do anything for you. This is the only way he could get the point through to you. He’s tried talking to you, we both have, but you keep making excuses. This way you have to physically reject me.” “I don’t want to reject you in any way. But… “If you go into another room to sleep, that would be a rejection.” “That’s not fair. You’re telling me my husband wants me to be unfaithful, but just him knowing about it makes it okay.” “No. I’m telling you he wants us, all three of us to have an honest, open loving relationship. This menage that you’re writing, you can’t tell me that you’re not curious about that kind of relationship. And they do work.” “Not for myself.” “Why not? You don’t know until you try. Giuseppe is your love, you’re his. He loves me and I love him. Our friendship is tighter than what blood could do. His happiness is my happiness, and vice versa. Besides, he knows ho w you feel about me.” “And I know how you feel about me. Do you realize that there are people out there, doing things that make them happy and no one knows about, or needs to know about it? It’s just between them, the people they care to share their happiness with. “Whatever goes on in this relationships, is just between you Giuseppe and I. We make out own happiness, and the only way to be truly happy is to be honest.” “I can’t.” “But you want to. Are you willing to be married to the man you love, knowing that he encourages your love for his best friend, but not act on it, just so you can satisfy some unwritten moral code of what a relationship is?” I could tell that she was thinking it over. I also realized that this was a very hard decision to make. I couldn’t really expect her to sleep with me that night or any night in the near future just like that. Centuries of social standards, you know what I mean. And no disrespect, but America is a bit more uptight about things like this. I’ve studied American history a great deal, and there was a time you preached free love, but you never really went trough with it. The Victorian ways seemed to have smothered those ideas, if that’s the right way of putting it. But then America is full of hypocrites too. The same “people” that preach to be moral are doing things that are not only immoral, but down right disgusting. But I digress. What we were asking of Stephanie wasn’t disgusting or immoral. Just truthful, if that makes sense. “If I were to call him, and tell him about this, would he know what I was talking about?” Stephanie asked. “Of course. But would you want to wake him up at this hour?” “I don’t want to do anything unless I know he knew.” That gave me hope right there. If she knew for sure that he gave the green light, then maybe there was a chance. “Think about it bella. Would I betray the friend that I love by going behind his back?” “No.” “Besides, I’m not asking you to have sex with me. You’re the one that leaped to that. Just stay in bed with me. Let me hold, maybe kiss, and caress you.” “Things could get out of hand.” “If it does, it’s natural and right, and again Giuseppe would be more than pleased.” I reached over to her, she still looked scared, but I managed to get her lying next to me. I kissed her on top of her head. I hugged her, stroked her , whispered to her in Italian. After about ten minutes, she put her arms around me. She allowed me to kiss her some more. I then kissed her fully on the mouth, and she responded. I gently rolled her over and got on top of her. She didn’t fight me. She held me tighter and kissed me harder. After about another ten minutes, she I felt her shake, she pushed me off. She looked a little frightened. I understood why. “It’s okay. We can stop. Go to sleep.” I kissed her on the forehead, and we held each other. We slept the rest to the night like that. I didn’t go any further with her. But I knew that finally we made a breakthrough. The next morning, she was in a rush, she took a shower and quickly put on her clothes. It wasn’t even seven o’clock yet. “Honey. At least have some breakfast with me.” “I want to get home.” “I have a feeling that won’t be necessary. Let me fix breakfast.” As planned, Giuseppe arrived. When Stephanie let him, she looked so guilty. That disturbed me. “Did Marcelo take good care of you last night, bella?” Giuseppe kissed her and walked her back into the dining room. “I tried,” I said. “Yes, he tried.” Stephanie said. “Trying isn’t’ good enough,” Giuseppe said. “We did a little something, but I stopped it.” “Oh? Well at least you did a little something. I’m not going to ask what.” “Honey, it felt….” “Right. It should.” Giuseppe told her. “Giuseppe. Even though you approve I can’t have sex with another man.” “I’m not asking you to have sex with another man, I’m asking you to allow my best friend, someone who I care the world for to make love to you, and you to make love to him. If it’s the fact that I wasn’t here last night that made you uneasy, then I will stay one night.” Stephanie’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. “You mean you’ll be in the same room?” “If you wish.” At this point she put her head in her hands. She was really confused. I called Giuseppe into the kitchen. “She allowed me to do more than I cold imagine, but she cut me off short, if you know what I mean.” “I know. That’s something.” “That’s a lot. At this point her words are contradicting what she’s really feeling. Let’s not push it anymore for a few days. Let’s help her with her writing. I think next week, we’ll make more headway as they say.” Giuseppe agreed. He wasn’t in a rush. Our main focus was getting Stephanie to be more comfortable with the situation and allow herself to be loved by both of us. No guilt. No shame. That was harder than anything. Last night was hopeful. But I think seeing Giuseppe, her husband, brought it home for her, and she shut down as they say. Now it was up to Giuseppe. He needed to really show her that he was okay with this. But not just talk. There needed to be action. His P.O.V. next |
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