Intertwined Lives

"Who's hungry?!"

And she went to the refrigerator to pick food and cook it. Albert brought her a robe to protect her from the heat of the stove and he invited me to sit at the dining room table, to look at her together. I commented:

"You must love her a lot."

"Yes, I do."

I saw a serene admiration of him toward her, not so much for her beauty, but I rather felt a genuine and spontaneous emotion. I remembered that I loved Luis that way, but it didn't give me melancholy.

She served us cheerfully and we ate almost in silence. We boys helped her clean up a little and I took a bath again in order to put my own clothes on and return to my apartment. Now I did feel ready to get involved in a new relationship.

Epilogue:

Albert and Amelia committed more to each other, and from time to time, we talked about very intimate topics; that's how I learned about their first night together. They attended my meetings very sporadically, offering me some moral support. But since the group is for civic work, not a dating club, I stayed alone. I got a better job, as a proofreader in an advertising agency, and I left the hospital, since I had less time for my volunteering.

One afternoon, they called me to invite me for another weekend with them, and I apologized, telling them:

"I can't, I have many campaigns to revise."

"And if you bring your work along to do it in our place?"

"I should not do that. Some other time."

"At least, you should stop by later to have dinner with us."

I hung the telephone and I began to work. In fact, I didn't want to see them having sex, because I envied them a lot, especially him. It is better not to think more about that. I read, I revised, I corrected misspellings and errors of style, and although I was not an expert in the advertising language, it was obvious when something is expressed wrong. I even ignored my hunger for too long, and my stomach already burned inside me, and even my sight was blurry. Then, they called me again:

"Harry, we had to come to the hospital, but we will leave soon. Wait for us."

I turned off the computer and I washed my face a little while I waited for them, and when they called on the intercom, I went down to receive them. I sat on their rear seat and Albert drove to their house. There they reheated what we were going to eat; it seemed that they were already cooking when they got the call from the hospital. We passed to the dining room, and while we had dinner, I asked them:

"Was it something serious, to make you leave the dinner halfway done?"

"Not, it was only paper work, but there are always patients who need assistance."

I didn't ask anymore, because I had already left that atmosphere, and it was obvious that they were tired. We sat for small talk and they excused themselves to go wash and to bed and they left me in a guest room, saying:

"We're too tired to drive you back home tonight, and anyhow, how much work can you do during the rest of the night?"

"You're right. Good night."

"Good night."

And I washed after they did and I went to sleep. I didn't hear noises of passion from their room, either because they were too tired in order to make them, or I was too asleep to notice them.

When we woke up, I told them that I wanted to go, and they sprang the trap, saying:

"Stay a little more, because we want to request a special favor from you. Do you remember that, a while ago, we mentioned the idea of having a threesome...?"

"Yes?"

Oh, oh.

"Let's do a double penetration. Amelia agrees."

She emphasized:

"After having both of you at the same time that afternoon, I am curious about filling both of my holes. Come on, it will be fun!"

I felt my penis swell and I admitted my defeat.

"All right. Now, what do I do?"

Now Albert called the plays:

"Let's suckle her breasts, you the right, and I the left."

"How clever, so you will be the one to feel her heartbeat!"

"Master's privilege."

I accepted, and together we removed her sleeping gown, leaving her totally naked. I began to kiss her nipple with shyness, the first I since was weaned, that is, if my mother ever breast-fed me. Albert, at my side, savored his up and down, and not did he only suck the nipple, but he circled the areola, and he lustfully kneaded her flesh, which easily filled a C cup. I decided to imitate him the best that could, and she approved my efforts by wailing incitingly. That gave me the idea of doing it with a transsexual some day.

Both of us kept caressing her, but I noticed that Albert tried to keep his distance from me. When he licked her vulva, he told me:

"Go ahead, you try it."

I second-guessed him surprised:

"I?"

"Hurry up and do it, so she doesn't cool off!"

I approached her vulva with some revulsion, and they reproached me:

"Where's that "Gay" activist who's not afraid of "bodily fluids?"

I might be effeminate, but I'm no coward. I stuck to her with some fury and I sucked her clitoris, but she screeched:

"Oh, no, not like that!"

Albert corrected me:

"Stroke her gently with your tongue, as you told her yourself how to suckle us."

And I began to play with the labia and so I could get near the clitoris, giving her pleasure instead of irritation. My friend interrupted me, by saying:

"Go to her rear to dilate her anus, since you are the highest authority on that."

And while I did what he asked me to do, he continued stimulating her at the front. I already was in the mood for sucking, and I gave her many tongue-lashes on her anus, and I compared it with the circling that we did to the areolae previously. I sucked it and I kissed her behind to see if she opened up, and upon seeing that she responded a little, I introduced my middle finger, because I was anxious to get my penis inside there. She already knew how to breathe in order to relax, and she allowed more fingers inside her without flinching.

Albert decided that she was ready and gave me my condom, and he made me sit down on the floor. She crouched down and aligned herself to sit on my lap with my penis inside her rectum. Then, she leaned against my chest until the pressure inside her eased, and she even drew my hands so that I held her boobs and stroked her nipples with my fingers. Albert pushed one hand aside politely and began to suck a nipple, and after releasing it, he stood in front of her and penetrated her slippery vagina. Sometimes, he marked the rhythm, and other times, allowed me to do it. I closed my eyes, delighted by such pleasant contact. Amelia herself slithered between us to move against our penises inside her and find her own orgasm, and finally, pulled away from us, sat the doctor down beside me and yanked our condoms. But she then soothed us with delicate alternate sucks. I didn't see which one of the two ejaculated first in her mouth, but after sipping the semen of both men, she mixed it in her own mouth and finally, she warned me:

"Open your mouth and take your present!"

And she kissed me full in the mouth to give me all of the semen! I drank it eagerly; I had almost forgotten the taste of it. I shoved my tongue in her mouth, trying to draw out all that could remain inside, and she smoothly broke away from me, order to tell me:

"I'm sorry, there's no more. Did you like it?"

"Did I like it? I loved it! I love you, I love you both!"

They said almost at the same time:

"We're glad that you liked it, and we love you too."

"It's so much fun to play like this, although sometimes, the foreplay can be a torture. When will we do this again?"

"We're sorry. This will be the last time. We are going to get married. We want you to be our best man, bridesmaid or whatever you want. We have decided to settle down. Perhaps, I might quit the hospital in order to open my private practice, and Amelia would work until our children are born or as long as she wants. By the way, when will you get married?"

"I don't know, I don't have a boyfriend yet."

Amelia looked at me sweetly, like a mother or an older sister, and she told me:

"I understand that you loved your partner very much, and that you miss him, but life goes on. Find your happiness soon. Perhaps in your group, or somewhere around, there should be somebody..."

"I'll think about it."

They decided to stay quiet. We washed the sweat and we had lunch so that they would leave me in my apartment, enough work awaited me there. Already more lively, I finished on time to go out to grab a sandwich and return to sleep more placidly, and when Luis reappeared in my dreams, it was not a nightmare, but an erotic dream with a night orgasm.

Although I was tempted to disguise myself as a bridesmaid at the wedding, I went as the best man, and I also avoided the indiscretion of kissing the groom instead of the bride, but I hugged him effusively, because real men do hug. I even had to help them to dance the waltz, although we rehearsed it a lot, they became so nervous in front of people; I saw the irony that these young couple faced death in the emergency room, but in social events, they were very shy. Perhaps that's the reason why they got married so soon, to live their mutual love without fear of what people would say.

I got my man, but it was much later, a very creative ad executive, who underwent a bitter divorce and the gossip was that his wife caught him in the act, I don't know which one. Tense but determined, he asked me to take him in my apartment while he looked for his own place, but I already was sure of what we came to feel for each other, and I told him:

"Don't look any further; you are home!"

The same day that he moved in with me, I kissed him passionately and I threw him on the sofa, and joining our penises, we ejaculated together to catch the semen on our chests and bellies. Then we licked them, already mingled, in order to sleep together right there, stuck to each other.

After a brief trial period, in which we exchanged male and female roles, he made concessions to his wife and children to speed up the divorce, and already free, he took some savings and the bonus that he earned after a very successful campaign in the agency, and he bought a bigger apartment. I wanted to quit my job to be his "housewife" but he advised me not to do so, upon praising me for how well I worked with corrections. He even gave me tips on how to better use the ad people's language in order to deliver the desired message. So, I channeled my feminine role with him as boss and me as "secretary," although there were days when I put my penis inside him, only not so often. His penis is quite thick, only an inch longer than that of the doctor, and it felt as if he took my virginity again and again, but mine is longer and almost as thick, so I could also cause intense sensations to my "husband." Another advantage was that we were able to maintain a 69 without either of us getting tired or losing the rhythm upon reaching orgasm. Since we are "clean," we don't wear condoms for making love.

Of course, I brought him to my support group, so he could learn how to accept himself more, and leave behind that "closet" period that brings so much bitterness to all those who tried, at some time, to fake what we are not. Thus he could earn the respect of his former wife and their children, who forgave him upon seeing the positive change in his personality. He was also able to defend himself against discrimination in his job and earn a promotion, until he developed enough self-confidence to become his own boss, and I joined him in his new venture, since, I also know how to make web pages and I helped him make that transition.