Should Old Acquaintances?

Alice's mind drifted back to that nagging question, though: why had Carol and Dave gotten so distant over the years? They could have written more, or invited her and Brian to visit, or something. They didn't even make it to her wedding, sending a gift and a card instead.

She went back over the breakup, all those years ago. It was amiable. She was heading to Northwestern for grad school, Carol and Dave weren't, and all three of them knew their "arrangement" wouldn't last forever. Alice said that she hoped the very best for the two of them, that she loved them both and wanted them to continue their love for one another. For heaven's sake, she was the maid of honor at their wedding.

Yet it took this long to invite her and Brian to see them again. Why?

She looked over to Brian, who had gotten drawn into a conversation with Carol and Dave.

"How are you doing?" Carol asked him. Her eyes told him there was more to that question than just idle politeness.

"I'm doing... fine," Brian responded. "More than fine, really. Now that I think about it, I've never felt so liberated, so at ease, and so close to my wife in all my life."

Dave smiled and said to Carol, "He's one of us, after all."

Carol looked Brian's nude body up and down. She noticed his growing erection and grabbed hold of it, appreciating its weight, warmth, and turgidity. "He definitely has promise, I'll tell you that."

Alice chose that moment to interrupt. "Before that happens," she started, looking directly at Carol's hand around Brian's cock, "I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't... I mean, I know there are things best left alone, and things best brought into the open... I mean..."

All three pairs of eyes stared at her. Brian's in confusion, Dave's in compassion, Carol's in alarm.

"Private room?" Carol offered.

"All four of us, or just the two of you," Dave asked.

"All four," Alice said. "It's only fair to you and Brian."

They walked up the stairs past photos of family and friends, and Alice couldn't help but notice one of them was of her and Carol and Dave, back in the happiest of times.

They entered one of the rooms, furnished as a lounge, lit by strings of LED Christmas lights strung across all four walls. There was an uncomfortable silence before Alice started things off.

"I can't take it. I have to know why you cut me off. I... I thought everything was good. I thought we settled it the right way. I thought you trusted me when I told you I was happy and I had no interest 'stealing' Dave."

Dave broke in, "Carol just needed time. It was harder for her than you think. I was at peace with it all, but... with something that intense, Carol naturally felt like I might have second thoughts. I... didn't want to press the issue, I wanted to make sure she knew I was happy with her."

Carol looked at Dave like he just laid an egg on the couch. "You mean all this time... our fourteen years of marriage... you never got it? You, the most perceptive man I've ever met? That's what you thought was going on? That I was jealously guarding you against Alice?" Her demeanor darkened suddenly. "You think my opinion of you is that low? After how many countless threesomes, foursomes, eightsomes we've engaged in over the years?"

"Well... I didn't mean that..." Dave stuttered.

There was silence again.

"Well, what was it?" Alice and Brian both asked in unison.

"You mean none of you gets it?" Carol asked.

Silence once more.

Carol sat her nude bottom down on the wrap-around couch. "When I was a college freshman, I... I didn't know what I... was. What I wanted. Before I was ever with a guy, I met this girl on the floor. She and I had an 8:50 together, so we always hit the shower at the same time, and we were always the only ones there."

She had everyone's rapt attention.

"At first it was her toweling off afterwards outside the stalls, and when I got out, wrapped in my towel, I would see her, and get little flashes of her body. Then I would do the same thing as her, and we'd both be toweling off, soon not caring what the other saw. After that, we'd both just linger there after our showers, naked, our towels hanging on hooks, chatting about our class or whatever. Soon came the compliments. She'd tell me I had great breasts, I'd compliment her ass. It wasn't long before..."

Both Dave's and Brian's cocks were growing at this point.

"...before it was touching, then kissing, then one day she led me back into one of the stalls, closed the curtain, and got down on her knees in front of me. I had never come so hard in my life, but it scared me to death. I didn't know what it meant. What I was. Was I a dyke? Would I have to tell my family I was a Lesbian, and they'd never see me get married, and give them grandchildren?

"I broke it off with her. She was really pissed, called me all sorts of ugly names. I started sleeping around with guys, just to prove to myself I was straight. I probably went to bed with twenty guys between midterm and finals that first semester. I got nothing out of it. I don't think I came once the whole time. They would throw a tie over the door handle, lay me down on the bed, get my feet in the air, pump, squirt, and get dressed again. The nice ones would take me out for coffee afterwards.

"So I went home for Christmas break thinking I was a Lesbian, thinking I was going to have to tell my parents. I never got up the courage for that, but when I got back to campus for the spring semester, I resolved that I wasn't going to push away the next woman who made a pass at me."

Alice smiled, knowing full well the next part of the story.

"I met Alice in a lit class," she continued, "and she was so brilliant, and so attractive, and always had such interesting things to say." Alice blushed. "She had insights into our readings that stunned our professor. So naturally I wanted her as a study partner. The first night we met to study, I don't know how she did it, but she got me to open up about my sexuality, and next thing I know we're sixty-nining in her dorm room. I told her I didn't think she was a Lesbian, and she told me she wasn't. She liked guys, too -- even preferred them."

Alice gave her husband's erection a firm squeeze and noticed he was now as hard as iron. "She taught me about men, about how to pick out the right ones, how to make them do the right things for me. We would go to campus bars and target guys to bring back to the dorms with us. The very first time we had a threesome was also the first time I came with a man inside me. After a few months of this, we met Dave."

Dave's face lit up.

"Dave was wonderful, sweet, and remarkably skilled for a man his age. He might have been quiet, but when he opened his mouth, what wit and charm! We both fell for him, and the three of us talked out our 'arrangement.' I loved Alice and Dave, both. Alice loved Dave and me, both. And Dave loved Alice and me, both."

"And then I went off to Northwestern," Alice added.

"Yes," said Carol. "And you were at peace with it, and Dave was at peace with it. And I've never once doubted that."

"Then what was the prob... oh!" Alice exclaimed, softly. The realization came to Dave as well. Brian looked at both of them, still confused.

"I still didn't know which I preferred, men or women, let alone whether I preferred Alice or Dave. I never said anything to Dave about it to this day, because I didn't want it looming over him. I didn't want him worrying. For the first several months after Alice left, not a day went by when I didn't think about moving to Chicago, leaving Dave for Alice. But I loved Dave, I loved him so much... but I also liked the idea of a husband and children. And I knew Alice preferred men, anyway."

"You dind't need to cut off contact," Alice pointed out.

"I... I was afraid of the feelings I had for you. Afraid that I would find myself wanting to leave Dave again. I just wanted to bury it and let it go away."

"You could have told me," Dave said. "We could have talked through it. I would have understood."

Carol looked at him, eyes full of caring. "I know, honey, but I was afraid of my own feelings. I didn't want to share them with myself, let alone you. So I let you think whatever you were going to think. I'm sorry."

"It's ok, I forgive you," Dave said. "'Tis the season, after all." His eyes turned sad. "I just hope you don't still..."

"I haven't regretted it since I got the wedding announcement from Alice. I was still afraid of my own feelings, but not once since then do I wish I ended up with her instead of you."

There were smiles and naked hugs all around. Then a quiet knock on the door.

"Come in," Dave said. "You're not interrupting anything we don't want you to interrupt."

A Latina bombshell entered the room, dressed in a very skimpy silk bathrobe. A grin spread across her face upon being greeted with two erect penises.

"Oh, that's right! I completely forgot," Dave said.

"Alice, Brian, this is Ilena," Carol said. "I'm so sorry, we got... a bit sidetracked."

"I know," she said. "I saw what was going on in the den, but I thought it rude to interrupt."

"Is Hector still sound asleep?" asked Dave.

"No, he's in the basement watching football. You know Hector, Mister 'one and done.'"

"Well, I hope you haven't felt neglected," Alice remarked.

"Oh, not at all," she said. "We have been back in the hot tub with Frank and Gina, and this Eve, who is learning many new things."

Everyone smiled.

"There is, how should I say it, too much clam, and not enough sausage. And too much empty space in the tub."

"Well, shall we?" Brian asked, hoping the mood would lift after Carol spilled her guts.

They all headed back downstairs, where Carol served them all generous cups of eggnog. "Old acquaintances should never be forgot," she said.

"But it never hurts to make new ones," Brian added.

"To friends, old and new," Dave toasted.

"We should give them our gift," Carol suggested.

"I suppose now is as good a time as any," Dave responded. He unlocked a drawer and got out an envelope engraved with Alice and Brian's names on it.

Alice took it and opened it. Her mouth dropped. "Oh, I couldn't. I just..."

Brian took a look at the contents. "An invitation to the premiere of your first book's movie?"

"I get a bajillion of them to hand out. I'd love one of them to go to you," Dave explained. "The cast, the director, they'll all be there."

"I wish we had something to give you in return," Alice said. "Other than a copy of my latest book on archetypal developments in eighteenth-century Polish literature, I don't really have much to offer."

"Really, don't worry about it. You two being there would be the greatest gift we could imagine," Carol said. "Of course, you'll need to stay in the 'VIP Zone' away from the cameras and reporters. F.J. Gordon's never been photographed, and neither have any of his friends."

"I think we can handle that," Alice beamed.

A short time later, a wet and shiny Ilena happily rode Brian's cock as he sat next to his wife in the hot tub. She was enjoying the dual sensation of Dave's cock and fingers, while Carol and Eve gently kissed one another opposite them, their arms crossed in front of their chests, hands at work beneath the surface of the bubbling water.

"You didn't have to give this up all those years just for me," Brian said into his wife's ear. "We could have started this long ago."

Alice smiled. "You're such a sweetie, but we both know how you would have reacted to this when you were twenty-five." Brian was going to protest, but realized she was right. "And besides," she added, "you're all I need. This is just a... a bon... ah!"

Her head went back and she grabbed a hold of Dave while soft moans escaped her mouth.

"As I was about to say, this is just a bonus."

"Merry Christmas," Brian said.

"Merry Christmas," Alice replied.

At that moment, Ilena dug her fingers into Brian's back. "Merry... fucking... oh GOD!" she exclaimed.

Brian thrust himself deep into the coal-eyed vixen and came hard, one hand planted on her ass, the other holding Alice's hand under the water.