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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Evelyn L Regan
2/1/2022 05:20:52 pm
After reading this, I feel and understand the turmoil that is wreaking havoc on Stephanie. This is not in keeping with her moral boundaries. It feels wrong to her but she can't deny the attraction. I have to applaud Mutual Friend on how he gently soothes her fears and coaxes her to accept a tender kiss and let him hold her all night. I think Bella sensed that a barrier had been broken but still couldn't etertain the idea of being with Mutual Friend.
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Evelyn L Regan
2/1/2022 05:41:10 pm
I had written an insightful comment but I don't know what happened.
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Mary Menages
2/1/2022 06:32:38 pm
There. Finally the beginning of the breakthrough!
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2/2/2022 08:21:34 am
I'm applauding all 3 of you. Bravo MF. You approached Stephanie beautifully and G perfect timing. Letting Steph know in no uncertain terms you supported her and MF. I know Stephanie here comes off still confused but perhaps no longer letting her fears based on social norms bind her.
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