What Were They Thinking?
10 A Night of Nights
Our house had become Grand Central Station for teens. ‘If you give a mouse a cookie…’ It started slowly. Whitney showed up early in the morning some days and challenged Brian to basketball in the freezing cold before they caught the bus to school. Janet Anderson often picked them up to take to school for early practice. Basketball! My son, still the shortest male in his class, was on the basketball team! Practice was seriously cutting into his cooking schedule and either Candace or Hannah would show up on Saturday morning to help prepare meals that could be frozen and heated later in the week. It was sweet and I liked having the girls in my kitchen in the morning. But it wasn’t just girls who showed up. Saturday afternoon half a dozen kids plopped on the floor in Brian’s room to study.
I checked on them. Often. They were studying.
Oh, I’ve no doubt there were breaks and a little kissy-face that went on, but what I was seeing was kids working hard and supporting each other. The boys wanted to stay eligible for basketball, of course. But it seemed to be more than that. They all seemed interested in learning and it was a positive activity for their dating group to do together. The numbers started to increase.
And then we were in the midst of the holiday. Betts arrived home and was ensconced in her bedroom or off with Doreen so much that we didn’t see her any more often than we did when she was at school. And of course, we all had to go to the basketball tournament in Warsaw the day after school let out. They lost the first game, but he played. And Whitney, one of his girlfriends, was on the team as well.
We went home between games and convinced Betts and Doreen to go to the consolation game with us in the evening. That might not have been the best idea. Betts is… still unpredictable. She was appalled first that there was a girl on the court. It wasn’t the proper place for a girl. Betts’ concept of femininity, however, was at war with her pride in girl-power. A scuffle broke out on the court when Whitney was intentionally knocked to the floor and one of our players hit a player from the other team hard enough to bloody his nose. Betts would have charged onto the court to do battle if it hadn’t been for Doreen restraining her.
Whitney was none the worse for wear and our other player was ejected from the game. Brian went in and Betts and Doreen were jumping up and down about their little brothers playing a team sport together. Our team won the game and we left. The girls jumped into Doreen’s car and were gone five minutes after we got home, the game forgotten. I will simply never understand that girl.
While being involved with our own quiet Christmas celebration, we were also helping the Gordons prepare for a massive New Year’s Eve party. Fortunately, the parsonage was large enough to have the gathering. A number of years ago, the church and parsonage had burned down. That was before I was the secretary. The congregation decided to build a big parsonage before reconstructing the church. It not only gave the minister a place to live but gave the congregation a place to meet. For over a year, Sunday services were held in the living room and church school for the children in the basement. They built the church in stages, completing the sanctuary first and then expanding the space for classrooms. Kindergarten was still held in the parsonage basement as it had been when Brian was that age.
For our purposes, the kids would be relegated to the basement and the adults would be upstairs. We cleverly positioned it as a party for the kids with the parents just tagging along. That meant the kids were responsible for cleaning, decorating and cooking. Brilliant. It was a great opportunity for all the parents to get to know each other. We didn’t make a big deal about the dating group, but all the parents attended the party except Jim and Jill Swift who were in Florida. Doreen was having a party at their house and we reluctantly agreed that Betts could go. There wasn’t much we could do about it. She was eighteen and could do as she pleased. I had to trust that they’d be sensible.
Anna arrived with the girls about three o’clock in the afternoon. Since they had room, the Gordons had graciously invited the Prices to spend the night at their house—possibly to help keep track of the five girls who would be spending the night. Hannah and Sarah were hosting Jennifer, Courtney, and Samantha overnight. I figured a couple of extra parents was probably a good thing.
As soon as the kids were all occupied in the kitchen, we took Anna home to get her settled for the night.
Hayden carried her overnight bag, but we were no more than in the door than Anna turned to kiss us. He dropped the bag in the kitchen and scooped her up in his arms. She was still holding my hand when he settled into the recliner and I wormed my way in with them. We had a moment of panic when it appeared the recliner would tip over backward with the three of us overbalancing it, but that was quickly replaced by the adrenalin shooting through our veins as we kissed in every possible combination as we cuddled together in the big chair.
It happened that both Anna and I were wearing house dresses and our bare legs slid together in Hayden’s lap.
“Oh, my God!” Anna whispered as we caught each other’s eye and held there, our legs sliding against each other. Hayden caught on as soon as he glanced down and saw our skirts hiked up almost to our panties. I could feel his response.
“Anna, I have never been intimate like this with anyone but Hayden,” I moaned. “It took us five years to have our bare skin touching each other. I’m so… overwhelmed.”
“I think I’m in love with you, Marilyn,” she said. “Hayden, I think I’m in love with you, too.” Hayden’s arms wrapped more tightly around the two of us and we lay our heads against his shoulders, breathing each other’s air. He kissed each of our foreheads and we looked up at him, ready for his lips on whichever of us he chose first.
“Anna, you’ve taken us to a new dimension in our relationship. We don’t know where it goes from here or how to make it work,” he said. “But we love you. And I love both of you.”
“Oh, Hayden,” I said, “put my words back in my mouth so I can speak them, too.” Our mouths met and meshed as I felt Anna’s lips at my throat, kissing her way up as well. I parted from Hayden’s lips so she could join them, but instead she captured mine and our legs involuntarily moved against each other as our kiss deepened. She broke from my lips to be captured by Hayden’s as I spoke. “We love you. I love you, Anna. I love you, Hayden. Please, God, show us how we can be together.”
We didn’t progress beyond making out before we got a call indicating the Prices had arrived at the Gordons’ house. But before we got ourselves pulled back together, my breasts had been touched by another woman and I had held hers in my hands. Hayden had managed to work his hands around us far enough that he could stroke our legs and lift our skirts high enough to expose bright damp spots on our panties. I wanted to ignore the whole party thing and take Anna off to our bed and…
That was a problem. First, even though Betts would be staying at Doreen’s tonight, Brian would be home. Thankfully, he was a sound sleeper. But more importantly, after we sneaked Anna into our bedroom and into our bed, what then? I had no earthly concept of how three people made love together. Do we take turns? With whom? I wanted both Hayden and Anna. I know she wanted both Hayden and me. And as much as I knew Hayden wanted to make love to Anna, I was confident that he wanted me just as much. How the hell did this work?
It was an agonizingly long party. Oh, we had fun. The Gordons were incredibly practiced at putting everyone at ease and were gracious hosts. Of course, we checked on the kids periodically and found them simply having fun. Board games, card games, and music were keeping them all engaged. And in addition to food, Saul and Evelyn had a variety of games suitable for any church group. Even conservative John and Bea Clinton were laughing at Irene Nowicki’s breast-groping charade of ‘two-by-two’. And Bea proved her own sense of humor with a tissue poked full of holes as she mimed ‘Holy, holy, holy’. At midnight we cheered for the new year and surprisingly, our children cooperated in getting cleaned up and out of the house by twelve-thirty.
I was prepared for an even longer wait when we got home, but Brian had brushed his teeth and gone to bed before Hayden had finished opening a bottle of champagne for the adults. We toasted each other and then took the bottle and glasses to our bedroom. Hayden snagged Anna’s overnight bag from the guest room and carried it in with us.
“Anna, will you spend the night with us?” I asked.
“Oh, yes,” she breathed as she kissed me. “I don’t know what to do, but I so want to do it with you.”
“I should ask up front so none of us get carried away with anything, um… do we need to consider any kind of protection? It wouldn’t do for any of us to start raising an infant at our age.”
“We’re not so old as that,” Anna giggled. She sobered and looked at us. “I hope this doesn’t make me sound like a woman of loose morals. I try, really, to walk a straight and narrow path for the sake of my daughter if nothing else. But after our weekend here for the Halloween party, I went to my doctor and started on the pill. I hadn’t used anything for a long time nor had I needed to, but after that weekend with you, I wanted to. I’ve been looking forward to tonight for two months.”
“Oh, Anna,” Hayden said as he bent to kiss her. “You have filled Marilyn’s and my fantasies for just as long.”
“I know you’ve read the kids’ agreement,” Anna said, breaking from Hayden’s lips and touching mine. “They have some good concepts in there. I want you to know, Hayden, Marilyn, that I give you my explicit permission to make love to me in every way we find enjoyable among the three of us.”
I caught my breath. We’d witnessed the kids giving each other permission to kiss, to hold hands, or to hug. We’d seen the dramatic demonstration of what could happen when someone gave permission she didn’t mean at the Halloween party and had laughed ourselves silly. But never in my life did I expect to hear those words given to me. Nor to find myself saying them.
“Hayden and Anna, I give you explicit permission to both make love to me tonight in every way we find enjoyable among us. And Hayden, because we are married and it might be proper, I give you my explicit permission to make love to Anna tonight in any way she permits and we all find enjoyable.” Hayden just stood there with his mouth open looking at the two of us. I thought for a moment that his heart had stopped. Then he seemed to come awake from a short dream and nodded his head.
“I give you both all the same permissions,” he said. Trust a man to be eloquent. “And I’m asking you both, may I undress you?”
Undress us? Both? Right here in the bedroom? I gulped and looked at Anna. Even permission to make love to us was sort of abstract. There were a whole lot of steps that had to be gone through in order to do that. But… undress us. That was real and now. I looked at Anna and saw the same uncertainty flicker across her eyes. We nodded at each other then turned to Hayden.
“Yes,” we whispered.
Hayden was gentle and careful. Our dresses were different styles. Mine buttoned up the front. Anna’s zipped down the back. Hayden managed to unfasten both so that they fell to our feet at near the same time, leaving us in just our bras and panties. He pulled us to him and as we fought each other’s tongues for Hayden’s, we managed to get his shirt unbuttoned and then his T-shirt over his head. I felt his hands at my back and the sudden release of pressure from my breasts as my bra came unfastened. A few seconds later I heard a low gasp from Anna as her bra, too, came free.
We stayed clasped close to Hayden’s hairy chest as he worked our bras free from between us and I felt my bare breasts against my husband’s chest and the unfamiliar sensation of the side of my breast pressing against the side of Anna’s equally bare and delectable breast. As much as I loved the caresses of my husband, I turned more toward Anna and kissed her as our breasts pressed fully against each other for the first time.
I’m not sure how he managed it, but while Anna and I kissed chest to chest, Hayden managed to wiggle his tongue between us and lick both our nipples. We squealed and turned on him.
“Our man has too many clothes on.” There. I’d said it. I’d made a statement I’d thought about for four years. ‘My husband’ had just become ‘our man’. I looked up at Hayden as Anna and I knelt to remove his shoes and socks and then his belt. The look on his face was one of absolute adoration. I don’t think I’d ever been bathed in so much love as when he simply touched my hair and smiled.
It’s difficult for me to describe what happened next. And then. And then. Hayden and I sandwiched Anna between us on the bed. I’d felt my own breasts—we were modern people, not backwoods hicks. I knew how to check for lumps and did so every month. But I’d never held another woman’s soft but firm flesh in my hand. Had never touched a woman’s nipple with my lips, nor found myself greedily sucking on it. I’d never held a woman to my bosom while kissing my husband with unbridled passion. And my fingers had never slid through the wet folds of another woman’s sex.
Oh, Hayden was active as well and I’d felt his tongue on my nipples and even encountered his fingers as mine explored Anna’s sex. Somewhere along the line he’d managed to get our panties off and his own boxers had fallen by the side of the bed. Anna rocked her bottom against his hard penis as her fingers touched the sensitive bud of my sex.
She pulled her hand away and tugged at mine. I was afraid for a moment that our games were over and she’d reconsidered, but I could feel her pelvis still rocking against Hayden.
“Taste me,” she whispered as she put her fingers coated with my juices in her own mouth. I licked at her lubrication on my fingers and then mischievously fed them to her, only to find her fingers tasting of me in my mouth. That taste broke some kind of barrier and she scooted down between us until her mouth was on my hairy mound and her tongue wormed its way into the folds to touch my button. Hayden kissed me as I lost my senses to the world.
And then she turned and captured Hayden’s erect penis in her mouth and he gasped into mine. We both knew we needed to reciprocate and poor Anna didn’t know what hit her when we pulled her up and then both dove between her legs. I kissed my husband around her clit, letting our tongues lap at her as they teased each other. Anna keened in pleasure and I pulled Hayden with me leading him by his cock between her legs.
I kissed Anna and we licked our juices from each other’s face. Then I felt Hayden’s penis touch her wet vagina.
“Are you sure?” he husked. I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or to Anna, but we both nodded.
“Make love to our lover, Hayden.” His cock slipped through my fingers and into her welcoming depths as my fingers slipped up to tease her clit and my tongue wrestled with hers.
“Anna! Oh, my God!” Hayden moaned as he buried himself fully in her. I felt her answering cry in my mouth. I moved away and Hayden kissed her, embracing her, entering her in mouth and vagina, sliding apart and slapping together as I played with her clit and sucked on her nipple. And I felt her fingers wedging themselves into my slot and rubbing me at the same time.
I could feel the tension and clamping of Anna’s thighs as she cried out in orgasm and fleetingly wondered if Brian could hear us through the closed doors all the way up in the attic. I’d deal with that in the morning. My own peak was nearing as she strummed my clit. Hayden threw himself back as he strained his lower back trying to embed himself more fully inside. I kissed Anna even as I could feel the pulses from Hayden’s cock entering her and I toppled over the precipice into my own unbelievable orgasm.
We lay, gasping together. Hayden held his weight off Anna with his elbows even as he kept joined to her as tightly as he could, trapping my hand between them just as I trapped Anna’s between my legs. As our breath slowly returned, we pecked little kisses at each other, each of us still twitching and sending a chain reaction through the others.
I’m not sure how long we stayed that way. Anna and I eventually lay against the solid mass of Hayden, pillowed on his shoulders as we drifted off to sleep—a sleep riddled with continued aftershocks and moans. Sometime during the night—or before dawn in the morning—I knelt between Anna’s opened thighs and licked my husband’s remaining semen from her open flower. And as I knelt there, Hayden pressed himself into me and I was fucked even as I licked our lover to orgasm again.
We didn’t want to get up in the morning, but we were all worried about being caught. I put on a robe and quietly checked the kitchen for Brian. Not seeing him there, I crept up the stairs to his room and saw his bed was empty. I breathed a sigh of relief. He had already gotten up and gone to take care of the horses. Anna ran back to the guest room with her bag and quickly mussed up the bed, then jumped in the shower to rinse the stench of sex from her body as Hayden and I did the same in the master bath. Before Brian came in from the horses, we were the picture of domestic tranquility sitting at the kitchen table and drinking coffee.
“Oh, there you are!” I said when Brian came in from the barn. “You spent a long time out with the horses this morning. Here we were all thinking you’d be up to make the grown-ups breakfast this morning.”
“Sorry. I… uh… had a lot to think about. I didn’t realize how late it was.”
“No problem, honeybunch. You can help with lunch. I don’t know if you’ll have three or four girlfriends here with their parents. What do you suppose you can whip up?”
“Let me get some bread mixed up and rising,” he sighed.
“My god! He bakes bread, too?” Anna said from the kitchen door. “How about coffee? Did he make that?” Brian walked over to Anna and gave her a great big hug. It surprised us all and I wondered exactly how much my son already knew. “Oh my! You smell like a barn,” Anna laughed, hugging him back.
“Like a horse,” Brian deadpanned.
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