flowed freely between all of us, and it was obvious Linda had regained her equilibrium.
She talked about her boyfriend and told us her sex life fell way short of what she experienced today. They had thought about going on holiday together, but he decided to go off on his own.
“Why didn’t you go on holiday with him?” I asked.
“It was more of a retreat than a holiday,” she said. “But we are planning on going somewhere together later this year.”
“I never really asked you how you reconciled coming here today and your relationship with Graham.”
“To tell you the absolute truth, Graham and I had a little falling out. Otherwise, I would have gone with him to Liverpool. The last conversation we had, he said he thought we needed to talk when he returned.”
Sam, always aware of other people’s emotions, asked Linda, “That doesn’t sound good. Did you ask him why he needed to speak with you?”
“He said I wasn’t adventurous enough in the bedroom.”
We were silent for a few seconds and then started laughing.
“Oh, if he could only see you now!” I said.
“What are you going to do when he gets home?” Sam asked. “Are you going to try and get back together?”
“Oh, yeah. First I’m going to take him to bed and wear him out. I’ll make him eat every last word he ever said about me.”
“Linda, I thought the both of you fancied each other.”
“I thought so too but, you know, Graham is right. I was repressed in the bedroom.”
“Until today,” Sam said.
“Until today,” Linda agreed, smiling.
“If all that were true, what made you decide to come over here?” Sam asked.
“Since you two started dating, Marisa has been on the telephone constantly, telling me everything, and she sounded so happy. I wanted some of that happiness. I really love and trust Marisa, so when she asked, it took but a minute for everything to pop into place.
“I thought coming here would be safe, and I wouldn’t be under the microscope, as I was the last few times Graham and I had sex. My resolve, however, fell through when I got here. I was scared to death and didn’t know if I could go through with it.”
“Yeah, you looked like you were ready to run,” I said. “What changed?”
“Sam brought me in here and I, at first, thought he was going to fuck me, but he sat me down at the end of the bed and pulled up the chair, and we chatted. He told me to do what I wanted, to follow my feelings.
“I wanted to do this, but I was scared. When I came out of this room, I was still shaking, but I didn’t want to make up my mind to do anything until I calmed down. Sam, when you hugged me while I was making tea, it meant a lot. First, you gave me you to hold onto, and I remembered everything Marisa said about you and how I could trust you. Then you kissed me and left.
“I became curious as to what you were doing. I thought I would watch for a while, before trying to join in, so I took off my clothes until I got down to my undies, but then I got confused as to whether I could be naked in front of Sam and worried that he wouldn’t want me.
“I came in here and saw how relaxed you looked in Sam’s arms. I wanted him next to me, but couldn’t get off the chair. I didn’t know if I should ask, join in, or if there was some protocol I didn’t know. Thanks for taking care of me. Besides not feeling sexually frustrated any more, I’m quite relaxed with the both of you.”
“How did you feel kissing Marisa?” Sam asked.
“At first I didn’t know what she wanted, just a peck or an open mouth kiss. With you fucking me, and she and I kissing, I didn’t feel any hesitation. Between your cock and her mouth, I was over the top.”
“What about when I went down on you, licking Sam’s cum and then getting you off?”
“I almost came again when you lapped his cum. It popped into my head that what you were doing represented the three of us. I really hoped you wouldn’t stop after cleaning him from me. It
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