BISEXUAL ROMANCE: Soaking Wet (Threesome, MMF Bisexual Threesome, Gay Romance, Menage) Page 3

  He was looking contrite again.

  “But they explained that they had an open relationship, and what happened between Greg and me was within the boundaries they’d set for that relationship. In fact, I had sex with Jason too.”

  “What?”

  “A lot of it. I’ve been fucking since I left here. With food breaks of course, and sleep. And I had the chance to watch them together, and see that it was true, that each of them accepts that his partner may want to sleep with other people. In their case, they limit it to women, though it’s not impossible that they might find other men who attract them. But the point I’m trying to make here is that in watching them and how they are with each other, I began to realize that I want an open relationship.”

  “You want to sleep with women?”

  “No… well yes, I think I do, but that’s not what I mean. I want us to talk about the possibility of becoming polyamorous. That means—”

  “I know what it means.” He got up and went out to the kitchen to make coffee. I followed him.

  “Hank?”

  “If you want to be with other women, I’m okay with it. And I get to do the same, right?”

  “I didn’t just mean women, and if I’m limited to them, then you’re limited to men.”

  I’d shocked him. “I don’t— Holly, I’ve never—”

  “I know. Seems a shame, Hank, but whatever. The point is though, that I don’t intend to limit myself.”

  “I don’t understand where this is coming from, Holly.” He filled the carafe and poured the water into the coffee maker.

  “Maybe I’ve just found myself. Maybe I realize that something’s been missing from my life for a long while.”

  “Why am I not enough for you?”

  “Why was I not enough for you?”

  “That was nothing,” he insisted, and I held my hand up to stop him.

  “Don’t. It was something or you wouldn’t have done it, and I can guarantee that unless you paid her, she thought it was something too. So don’t demean yourself and diminish her by saying it was nothing.”

  Hank looks sullen when he knows he’s wrong. That pretty face of his isn’t so pretty when he’s like that. “What if I don’t want to have an open relationship?”

  “Then you and I are going to have to consider living apart.” I’d thought about this a lot in the last twelve hours, and I knew that I cared a lot about Hank, but I wasn’t sure I was in love with him, and I certainly wasn’t going to allow him to dictate the rules of our relationship.

  “You’re serious?”

  “Completely.”

  “Well…which of us is moving out?”

  If he expected me to blink in this game of chicken he’d started, he was sadly mistaken. “I can go back to Greg’s place if you like.”

  “No. I’ll pack my things. I think this really stinks, Holly.”

  “I’m sorry you feel that way.”

  He stormed out of the kitchen, and didn’t even come to say good-bye before storming out with his suitcases.

  Chapter 6

  It was a difficult week at work. I got a couple of hostile emails from Hank about how he had no intention of paying his share of the rent or utilities and he hoped I knew what I was doing. I thanked him for letting me know and said that yes, I did know. By the end of the week he was pleading with me to reconsider my decision.

  We’ve both done some stupid things, Holly, but I love you, and I think we can work this out. You’ve made your point, I get it. You’ve cured me of any desire to cheat.

  When I wrote back I told him that it wasn’t my intention to cure him of anything.

  I’m removing the entire notion of cheating from our relationship, Hank. I would have thought that would please you. And I deny that I’ve done anything stupid in this situation. I had wanted to continue with our relationship, but I won’t do it under the old rules, which, by the way, I didn’t break until you had sex with someone else in our bed. However I’m trying to make it clear to you that you’re welcome to have sex with anyone you want so long as you allow me the same freedom. It’s a simple equation, Hank.

  Then he went dark for nearly a month. I got a check for the balance of the rent and utilities, so I guess he thought better of sticking me with all those bills.

  In the meantime, and after I got over feeling as if I wanted to call Hank and ask him to please come home, because I did miss him terribly, I picked up with Greg and Jason where we’d left off.

  I also phoned the woman I met at the club, and we’ve had a couple of cautious dates, though so far nothing has come of it. I suspect something will though. Sometimes you just get that feeling, you know?

  About two months after Hank left, we ran into each other at a local bookstore. It was a friendly meeting, almost as if no harsh words had ever passed between us. We sat down and had coffee and caught up with each other. He told me he was staying with a friend and asked if I planned to move out of the apartment we’d shared.

  “I don’t know. I like it there, and I can afford it though things are tighter.”

  “I liked that place. We had fun there.”

  “We did,” I agreed.

  “I’m sorry I acted like that. To be honest, I think I was afraid that you were looking for someone you liked better.”

  “Oh Hank, no. That’s not what it was about.

  “No, I understand that now. I really fucked it up, didn’t I?”

  It was one of those make-or-break moments. Whatever I said to him would be it. There’d be no coming back from a mistake. “I don’t think so. I’ve been hoping that you’d see the sense of it at some point.”

  “You have?”

  “Cross my heart.”

  “I’m not sure if I’d be good at not being jealous.”

  “Well… I imagine I’d continue to have jealous moments, but we can make some ground rules about how we express our feelings. Or we could if we were to get back together again,” I added, not wanting to be seen to be making any assumptions.

  “Like what?”

  “Like admitting we’re jealous, and talking about why to each other. Jealousy is often only feeling like we’re being left out, or that we’re inadequate. If we say so, then we’ll get that fear out and things will seem better. Do you see?”

  “I think so. It might work.”

  “We can try. What’s the worst that can happen? We can end up exactly where we are now.”

  Hank smiled and took my hand. “I would like to try,” he told me. “I miss you like crazy.”

  So that’s how Hank ended up moving back in a couple of months after he moved out. Greg was happy for me, Jason wasn’t so sure, and I had to keep him and Hank apart for a while until everyone was sure that things were working out.

  One of the best things Hank ever said to me happened about six months after we got back together again. We were lying in bed together after a particularly fantastic fuck, and he said, “You know, this whole open relationship thing has taught me how much I love you.”

  It took me aback. “How so?” I asked.

  “It’s taught me that we’re together because we want to be. Because we have all the choices imaginable, and we’ve chosen to be with each other. That makes me really happy.”

  It surprised me to hear him say that because Hank wasn’t someone who seemed inclined to think deeply about emotional issues. But he was right. Having the freedom to be with other people had taught me that Hank was the dearest part of my life, the man I wanted to spend that life with. He had gone from being my boyfriend and lover to being my other half. We’d grown more intimate, we talked more, and we had come to know each other better.

  “I don’t suppose you’d want to get married?” he asked shyly.

  “I’ll think about it,” I promised, but underneath my cool exterior, I was giddy with happiness.

  A year later we did tie the knot. It was a small wedding, and my maid of honor was Laura, the woman from the club with whom I’d been having an amazing
affair for six months.

  And the best man? Jason. He and Hank had actually become friends during our engagement. And the most interesting thing? I caught them kissing in the kitchen a couple of nights later.

  Isn’t life just the most amazing thing?

  The End