Jennifer's Sexual Awakening Pt. 03

Jennifer's Sexual Awakening, Part Three

Polyamory. That's the word for the box Julia, Mark, and I are fitted into. I don't think it's an accurate description. Yes, it means love of many, but Julia and Mark aren't many. They are the two wonderful people I sleep with, fuck, and laugh with.

I remember feeling hurt when Katherine told me she and my mother wanted to have a relationship with my father. I thought I couldn't deal with it, which made me temporarily angry at Katherine. It doesn't seem weird now that I'm in such a relationship.

Mark settled in with Julia and me. The restaurant was getting established in the new location. I could accomplish most of my work from home, occasionally visiting a construction site. Julia and I were ready to go through with the marriage we announced a few years ago.

Marriage presented a problem, though, with Mark being part of our household and our sex life. We didn't rate or judge what was best; we enjoyed each other's company. I did like the feeling of Mark's cock filling my pussy, as much as I liked when Julia sent me into an orgasmic frenzy. Still, there was the social stigma. Were we lesbians? The law didn't allow polygamy. And why was it deemed necessary to have a descriptor label on our relationship?

Most of all, I hated labels. And marriage also seemed like a label. The commitment and love was already there between the three of us. Julia and I becoming wife and wife wasn't odd in the current society, what was strange was the feeling that it would define us sexually, when we both knew we enjoyed Mark's cock.

"Since Mark is going to be Best Man, what should we do about a Maid of Honor?" Julia mused as we were planning the event.

"Didn't you tell me you have a special relationship with Katherine?" Mark asked me. "She's a lovely woman. When she visited a few months ago, I could sense that bond between you," he told me.

"Katherine would be wonderful," Julia chimed in. "After all, she made you overcome your shyness so we could get together," Julia reminded me.

"Okay, I'll ask her to play that role, but I don't know why we must model this marriage after something traditional." I gave in. I had an attraction to Katherine once, and because of her maturity, she allowed me to work through my fantasies and come to know her as a helpful, guiding figure. The role of maid seemed to be out of step, matron, maybe, but she wasn't married.

When we went to bed that night, I assumed the middle position. This is something we tacitly understood. If one of us was having a trying day, that night was about them. The other two would, out of love, relieve the tensions and anxieties of the one in the center of the sexual activity.

Mark was licking, sucking and gently nibbling my oversized nipples. Julia was right when she told me they would enamor Mark. And Julia was taking care of her usual obsession with my puffy pussy. I felt I orgasmed, but I was still distracted by the thoughts of Katherine, and my orgasm was not as cataclysmic as usual. Julia noticed.

"I can usually get my face covered in your cum, enjoying the flavor of your sexual juices in abundance," she said in flowery language.

"You're distracted," Mark surmised correctly.

"I don't know," I lied. "Mark, please fuck me," I pleaded, hoping that the feeling of his hot cock entering me, stretching my sensitive vagina would be enough to erase the image of Katherine, naked, from my mind.

As usual, whenever Mark fucked one of us, he would finish in Julia's mouth. I was physically exhausted, but my mind was still racing with thoughts of Katherine. I couldn't sleep.

The following morning, I called Katherine, "We're planning the wedding, and Mark and Julia think you should be the maid or matron of honor."

"I would be honored," Katherine responded.

I was trapped now. I would be spending time with her. I had to get the desire to be with her out of my mind, or this whole wedding thing would blow up.

"Okay. Mark is planning a week's getaway for us after the wedding, and I think he would want you to go as well, so it wouldn't look weird for Julia and me," I explained.

"That would be nice. I will enjoy spending a week with the three of you," Katherine readily expressed.

"I think he's planning on renting a vacation home in the mountains," I told her, intending it as a warning that we would be close again for a week, just like when I informed her that we were sharing an apartment for two years.

I trusted Katherine. I wasn't sure I could trust myself. My relationship with love and sex has expanded across a spectrum that I feared I couldn't control.

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Katherine arrived a few days before the wedding so we could shop for her dress. I had told her that I trusted her judgment and that there were greater options and variety in Phoenix than here in Billings. Still, she insisted it was something we should do together.

"Julia and I are wearing traditional lavender," I told Katherine. The 'lavender menace' was a term that referred to a group of lesbian feminists who were at first derided as a threat to the feminist.

"That's appropriate," Katherine remarked as both Julia and I were successful, professional lesbians in society. And so was Katherine.

"Perhaps we should find something in lavender for you. A different shade and style to differentiate your place in this wedding scheme," I said both sincerely and sarcastically, not being aligned with the societal trappings of marriage.

"You were gung-ho on this marriage a while ago," Katherine noticed my tone of sarcasm about it. "Why is it bothering you now?" she asked.

I pondered a moment before answering. "It's Mark. We both love him. We both love to fuck him. I feel he is being left out, or at worst, a side show in this whole wedding thing."

"You're still tainted by your father's arbitrary vision of marriage, and now you feel you are being forced into another one," Katherine noted with clarity.

Of course, she was right, and from a magical perspective, she always possessed.

"I was working on a very controversial project," she started to explain. "It was for a spiritual center in Malibu. I decided it needed entrances on all four cardinal points. I was told that it was impractical. There should be only one entrance for security purposes. I built it anyway, after getting the architect and the leaders of the spiritual community to understand that we all enter into life's experiences from all points of view."

My lesson for the day.

"Are you and Julia wearing veils?" Katherine asked.

"No, why?" I asked, seeking further wisdom that day.

"To symbolize that you are not necessarily a caricature of a lesbian wedding. There's still a mystery to you," she told me.

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The biggest mistake I made in planning the wedding was inviting my father. It wasn't my idea, it was Julia's, and Mark supported her. I was hoping he wouldn't respond or make some excuse like he was too busy, an excuse I would have welcomed. He sent back the RSVP, indicating he was bringing his new wife, which was a surprise to me. Her name was Emma.

Thankfully, Mark volunteered to pick my father and Emma up at the airport and take them to the hotel. When he returned, Julia asked about him and Emma, knowing I would have a negative attitude about them without having seen my father for several years.

"Emma must be about twenty, maybe twenty-two," Mark related his encounter with them. "She's good-looking. Nice full breasts and an ass to die for," he said trying to elicit a response from me.

I ignored any would-be comparisons with my mother.

"Well, it's nice to know he's moved on with his life," Julia remarked, attempting to make things cordial so I wouldn't be judgmental of him and his choice of a younger woman. That's when Katherine came into the conversation.

"I ran into them once at the hotel where they work. Evidently, she's a cocktail waitress there," Katherine informed us. "She is hot like your mom was. I could enjoy her," she said evilly.

"You're eyeing my father's wife?" I asked, almost disgusted at the idea of Katherine having sex with some young harlot. "I hope you're kidding me," I told her.

"Of course," Katherine said, giving me a light kiss on the cheek, "God knows, I wouldn't get into anything with your father again," she said remorsefully.

"Your father did mention walking you down the aisle like a traditional wedding," Mark interjected. "He said he would understand if you didn't want that."

"I didn't want him to come," I said in despair.

"Looks like you got the middle again tonight," Mark said, recognizing I was having another rough day of anxieties.

"You three need to tone it down at night," Katherine informed us. "These walls are thin, and I forgot my vibrator."

"You can use ours," Julia volunteered.

Later that night, when we were getting ready for bed, Mark spoke up. "We're treating Katherine like a third wheel," he told Julia and me.

"Fourth wheel to be more accurate," Julia quipped.

"There's room in this king-sized bed," Mark hinted, as an invitation for Katherine to join us.

"I'm afraid I'd go too far with her," I confessed. "Julia wouldn't like that."

"I'm alright with that, Jen," she said, smiling. "I'll ask her to sleep with us, if she wants to," she said, walking through our bedroom door.

Mark and I went to bed. I needed a distraction for when Katherine joined us, if she was going to, so I started sucking in Mark's cock. He had a nice, circumcised penis that was a pleasure to savor. I would never make him cum, that was for Julia. I liked the feel of his strong muscle in my mouth like I liked it when he stretched open my pussy.

I smelled Katherine's scent when she crawled into bed next to Mark. It was such a familiar scent from my childhood that made it seem alright and natural to be with her naked in bed, along with Julia and Mark.

To my surprise, Katherine went to share Mark's cock. She kissed me and wrapped her lips around Mark's stiff rod. I reached over and ran my hand through her hair. Julia came up behind me and cupped my tit, lightly pinching my engorged nipple.

I turned toward Julia, and we began kissing. Katherine mounted Mark and started rocking back and forth, lightly moaning while she rubbed her own clit. Mark was excited to the point he needed to slow down, or he was going to cum.

"I have to pause," he said, gesturing for Katherine to dismount. Katherine effortlessly positioned herself between Julia's legs, licking her thighs and vulva. I watched her tongue enter my future wife's pussy. I started to cum so hard, the sheets were getting soaked with my flow of juices.

"Something smells good," Katherine whispered. The I felt her warm mouth sucking whatever remaining fluid I was releasing. I noticed Mark jerking his cock as Katherine licked my swollen clit.

"Julia," Mark cried as he was about to cum. Julia quickly went to consume all the warm sticky sperm that Mark had to offer,

Katherine started grinding her pussy against mine, encouraging another wave of orgasms. I grasped her large tit and squeezed as I climaxed. I was exhausted and satisfied. Mark and I held each other as Katherine and Julia finished each other.

In the morning, I was sitting alone with Katherine in the kitchen, drinking coffee. I didn't have a problem with the night before. It all happened naturally and was highly satisfying. I was beginning to realize sex and love are not the same thing, but they can complement each other in ways that transcend societal expectations.

"That didn't look like it was your first time with a man," I said to Katherine.

"No, the first real sex I had with a man was with your father," she explained. "He caught me and your mom in bed one afternoon when we weren't expecting him to be around. He was stunned. Your mom thought quickly and dragged him into bed with us. He fucked me, not your mom. That's why I thought we could have a polyamorous relationship."

"That doesn't fit with his beliefs," I said, doubting the credibility of Katherine's account.

"It didn't. And he got angry with us afterwards. He was ashamed of himself, and he took it out on your mom and me."

I began to understand a bit more about Katherine and her love for my mom.

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The wedding was a simple ceremony on the patio of the restaurant, which Julia had closed to the public for our benefit. The reception was inside. Mark had arranged for the DJ, who was a big fan of old disco music. The throbbing beat permeated the entire retail center, attracting curious onlookers. I danced with Mark and Julia, but the couple that commanded the dance floor was my father's wife, Emma, and Katherine.

Emma was getting close and sexy with Katherine, much to the chagrin of my father. At one point, he tried to interject himself and push Katherine aside, but Emma kept going back to Katherine.

"Are you trying to steal another of my father's wives?" I asked sarcastically.

"I don't know, she seems to find me, and she's aggressive," Katherine replied.

My father must have given up on Emma; he started drinking heavily. The party was winding down, and Julia and I were getting ready to go to the house in the mountains where we were going to spend the week. We got in the limo for the hour trip out of town.

"That was fun," I said to Julia between kisses.

"What was going on with Katherine and Emma?" Julia asked.

"I guess Emma has the hots for Katherine," I answered, not having paid attention beyond some casual observations. "I joked with Katherine about stealing another of my father's wives," I told my lover and wife.

We made out for most of the trip. I love Julia's passionate kisses. Arriving at the house, it was like a miniature resort with five bedrooms, an indoor pool, a theater, a dining room table that could seat twenty, and a bar/lounge with a pool table.

"I don't want to know what the bill for this place will be," I remarked.

"Mark said we don't need to worry about that; he's footing the bill. He told me it's his wedding present to us," Julia explained.

"The bedrooms are huge. I'm glad we solved what would have been an awkward situation with Katherine," I told her.

"I was hoping you would be good with that," Julia said. I was.

Julia and I were showering together when Mark announced that he and Katherine arrived. He came into the bathroom as we were drying each other off.

"We have an extra guest," he said quietly. Julia and I looked at him puzzled. "Emma insisted on coming with Katherine. Your father was passed out drunk and she wasn't going to deal with him," he clarified the situation.

"There's plenty of rooms, so I suppose she can stay for a day until my father picks her up," I acquiesced.

"That would be awkward with Katherine sleeping with us when she wants to be with Katheriene," Mark added.

"Are you suggesting she has sex with us?" Julia chimed in.

"I think that's what she has in mind," Mark explained.

"Let's go to the lounge and have a glass of wine," Julia suggested.

We all sat down eventually to assess the situation. It wasn't as if Julia, Mark, and I weren't already sexually involved. Emma wasn't ruining an anxiously awaited wedding night. All eyes were on her.

"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I didn't know what I was getting into when I married your father," she said to me. "I thought he was a mature man who had his shit together, only to find out he only wanted to fuck me to have a baby," she concluded.

"So, what does that have to do with us?" Mark asked Emma.

"Well, he didn't want to come to the wedding, but I insisted. I knew all about Jenny's mom and Katherine, and I figured if I could hook up with Katherine, he would divorce me," Emma confessed.

I laughed. I couldn't help myself.

My first thoughts came out loud. "Divorce is not an option with my dad. Maybe if he sees me and Katherine and Emma in bed having wild sex, he'll consider suicide." As soon as I said that I regretted it.

Everyone looked at me strangely. "I didn't mean I wanted him dead," I followed up as a way out of my callous but true outburst against my father.

"Let's all go to bed, and whatever happens between us, it happens," was Julia's response.

"Come on, Emma. You and I can sleep together," Katherine told my father's young bride.

The day was exhausting. Aside from a bunch of kissing, there wasn't much of an exchange of bodily fluids that night. Mark, Julia, and I crashed out quickly. Even if I were awake, I wouldn't be able to eavesdrop on the activity in the room occupied by Katherine and Emma; the house was huge, too much space in between.

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Although it was summer, the air temperature at our elevation was cool. It was great for a morning hike. Mark and I went to explore the marked trail, which ran past the house. Julia had promised, in her groggy state of mind, to have breakfast ready for us when we returned.

"You must have had a traumatic childhood to make you want to see your father dead," Mark said as we were hiking.

"I don't know if it was traumatic. Confusing is a better description," I responded.

"You seem well adjusted now, or is there something bubbling inside, ready to explode?" he attempted to understand me.

"My father sets me off," I confessed. "I don't mean to take it out on Emma. She's naïve about him. He is an asshole," I concluded.

Katherine and Emma were in the kitchen consuming breakfast when Mark and I returned. Julia indicated she had some Lachs and capers for a kosher omelet. Mark thanked her for that consideration.

"I'm not sure about the rules. Cheese is alright with Lachs, right?" Julia asked, not being a breakfast person or familiar with Mark's Jewish heritage. I usually start my day with a protein shake, as I'm not a connoisseur of breakfast myself. The omelet was delicious. It could change my mind.

Emma went out on the deck that overlooked the valley below. I decided to join her.

"I'm sorry if I was rude and inconsiderate," I apologized to the woman who was only about ten years younger than I was.

"It's okay. I think I behaved badly. Desperate, I guess," Emma responded.

"Has my father called you yet?" I asked.

"No. I figure he was so drunk it will probably take him until noon to figure out where he is and what's going on," she resolved.

Emma was appealing to me at the moment. Her authentic desire to distance herself from my father's grip, his abusive beliefs, was a real connection we shared.

"Can we be friends?" I offered.

"I would like that," Emma responded. We hugged, and then naturally our lips met. Her kiss was soft and enticing. I looked in her eyes and saw love.

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Mark and Julia were exercising their culinary skills, preparing dinner. Katherine, Emma, and I decided to go for a swim and frolic in the indoor pool. We didn't bring bathing suits, so skinny dipping was a suitable option. Emma's well-formed body, her large breasts that fit her frame appropriately, and her enticing butt, had my attention. I suspected from their interactions that Katherine enjoyed carnal pleasures with her the night before.

The sexual tension progressed to a point where Katherine started orally enjoying Emma's pussy. I caressed her breasts.

We were transcending the moment into our pleasure zones when Julia abruptly interrupted us. "David is here," she announced.

Before we could get up and wrap ourselves in towels, my father burst into the pool area. He clearly saw we were engaged with each other and naked.

"You fucking queer sluts," was all he said before he stormed out.

That night we all went to bed together. I enjoyed Emma's pussy after Mark fucked her hard. She had serial orgasms, drowning my face in her cum. Emma had an amazing large clit that reacted to my titillation vigorously.

Later, engaging in pillow talk, Julia contemplated a comparison of my nipples and Emma's clit.

"I'm afraid to go home," Emma said after being with us for a couple of days.

"There's always room for another server at the restaurant," Julia offered. I endorsed that invitation.

Polyamory made more sense now as we became more many.