So we decided that this would be something we would do.
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They did decide, too, to limit themselves to strangers, an easy task because cars with out of-state plates frequently turned up at Vern’s gas station. And they refined the way Vern would approach these men, to ease some nervousness they both felt and to facilitate Vern’s remaining present for the sexual relations.
Here’s Vern’s explanation:
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The whole idea of saying to a guy, “This is my wife, you can fuck her if you want to,” it didn’t sit well with me. Then it comes to me that nobody’s going to know we’re married unless I tell him. That makes it more comfortable for Christie, too. And it makes it easier for me to hang around, because a lot of guys, they’ll get uptight at the idea of screwing a woman with her husband in the room, but just two guys in a room with a woman and both of them on an equal footing, more or less, that’s another thing entirely.
So what I would do is this, I always take the last shift, and I close the station up at ten. Now, say sometime after the dinner hour, a car comes in, and I can tell right away it’s the type of guy Christie could go for. I got a fair idea by now what’s her type and what’s not. And I’ll see he’s from out of state, so while I’m wiping his windshield I’ll talk to him. If I see a wedding ring, for instance, I might say something like “I’ll tell you, if you weren’t a married man I could tell you something you’d go for.” Or I might just start in by saying there’s this really great-looking woman I know who goes in for threesomes. Whether I lead in slow or not, the guy gets the message.
Most of the time the guy will go for it. Sometimes I get an immediate yes, no questions asked. Other times they’re more cautious about it. They want to know, is it going to cost them anything, for instance. They want to know, how old is she, what does she look like, that kind of thing. Then I whip out a picture of her, and that always clinches it, Here, I’ll show you the picture.
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He showed me the picture. It was a Polaroid shot of Christie, and all she was wearing in it was a ring. Christie seemed very interested in my reaction to the picture, and in my reaction to her after having seen the picture. That I maintained my cool in the face of all this may be attributed to the integrity of my professionalism. Then again, it may be attributed to the fact that I had a girlfriend waiting for me back at the Holiday Inn, and she made Christie look like a tragic accident.
Ah, well. Back to Christie.
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The first time we did this was perfect. It took a while before it happened, Vern is very careful who he comes up with. Not just that it’s a guy I’ll like, but that it’s a guy who’s not going to make any trouble.
Well, about ten days after that first time, he gives me a call about nine o’clock that he’s got a guy. He describes him, and he starts getting me hot over the phone by telling me he’s sure the guy has a nice big cock and that he’ll fuck me like crazy. I can get excited just hearing language like that. I’ve always been that way.
The business of pretending that we weren’t married made everything much better. One of the best things about it was that it made it a kind of playacting. We could both pretend to be something other than the people we really are, and that’s always fun. Also, I didn’t feel funny about things the way I did before.
Another thing, I really liked it much better with Vern staying around. Let me just come right out and say that I like sex with three. I really enjoy it. It’s very exciting being the center of attraction and having two men make love to you at the same time. I had expected it would be great, but I didn’t know it would be as good as it actually was.
We all got into the mood together. We had a couple of beers, and then I went over to Vern and gave him a kiss, and then I gave this other guy a kiss, and I wound up sitting on the couch between the two of them, kissing one and then the other and having them feel me. The two of them worked on me, undressing me, and each of them began kissing one of my breasts, both at the same time, and it was really great. There’s no real limit to things you can do when you have two men and a woman. I read one of your books, Three Is Not A Crowd, and I was disappointed that it was just about threesomes involving two women and one man. You said that was more common than the other way around.
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I pointed out that what I had written was that a two-women-one-man arrangement seemed to be far more common in permanent ménages à trois than the reverse. Since writing Three Is Not A Crowd I have become familiar with several permanent threesomes involving two men and a woman, but I would still suspect that the other form predominates, much as I feel it predominates in casual threesomes. The greater incidence and acceptance of female bisexuality is almost certainly a factor.
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Well, I can see that. A permanent relationship would be something else. A woman wouldn’t want two husbands, whereas I guess a lot of men would want two wives.
But for just getting together, I can’t see it that way. Oh, if the women are lesbians it would make a difference, and in most of the cases in your book I think they were. That’s something else again. But otherwise—well, a woman can easily go on having sex as long as she wants, and she can handle two men easily. But for a man to handle two women, I don’t know; I think a lot of men would like to think they could manage it, but I don’t guess most of them can. Not and really satisfy both women the way I’m satisfied when I go to bed with Vern and another man.
I was saying how much more you can do when it’s three of you instead of two of you. The possibilities are just endless. Like, oh, sucking one man while getting fucked by the other one. That’s just really great, I always enjoy it. Or the best of all, which is sort of tricky to do, is to do a sandwich.
We had talked about that several times before we actually went ahead and did it. The thing was that Vern and I had never done anal intercourse before. I thought it was dirty at first, but the idea of having a sandwich was just great, and it made me want to try it. Vern had never done anal intercourse with anybody either. Once when he was a boy he and another boy tried to do it to each other but couldn’t manage to make it work. He was only eight years old at the time, so it’s not what you would call a real homosexual experience, more on the order of kids fooling around. Vern has never had anything sexual with another man, nor have I had anything of that sort with a woman. We just don’t have the desire for that kind of thing. I don’t hold anything against people who are homosexual or bisexual; in fact, I believe in full sexual freedom as long as it’s just adults concerned, consenting adults that is. I mean, I don’t believe anybody has the right to rape anybody else, obviously.
Where was I? Oh. Well, Vern and I tried a few times to have anal intercourse, and it just didn’t work. I mean, it hurt! He did get it in one time, but I hollered so much he pulled out before anything happened, and even so I ached for the next day or two. Then Vern got a wild idea. There’s this book we read, I think it was called something like The Jewel in the Lotus, all about sex practices in the Orient, and it said something about young boys being trained for anal intercourse by being given opium, which would relax the muscles in the anal sphincter so that the opening was larger and there was less pain involved.
He told me about this and my reaction was, where in hell are you going to get opium in Sandusky, Ohio? I think there are two Chinamen in the whole town, and one runs a restaurant and the other runs a laundry, and I just can’t believe there’s an opium den anywhere in Ohio, and if there was we wouldn’t know how to find it.
Vern laughed when I said this and got out this bottle of cough syrup. It’s terpin hydrate and codeine, and he takes it when he has a cough and sometimes when he doesn’t have a cough but he wants to loosen up. It’s the codeine that does it, and it’s supposed to be an opium derivative or synthetic or something, but basically the effect is the same, except, of course, that you don’t smoke it, you drink it.
The taste of that st
uff almost killed the whole experiment then and there. But I said, well, anything for science, and I drank three quarters of a bottle of it. It made me feel very weird, and I did get slightly nauseated, but then that feeling passed and I’ll tell you, I felt pretty good. I don’t normally like to get high drinking. I like to have a few beers but I don’t like to get high. But this stuff, it was more of a glow than drinking, and it didn’t make me feel out of control. I have to admit I got a kick out of it.
Well, I felt sexy enough with all of that codeine in me so that I probably would have let him screw me in the belly button if he wanted to. I don’t honestly know if it helped or not as far as relaxing the anus was concerned. It seemed to. He had an easier time getting it in, but it was painful still. I think the codeine cut my feeling the pain so much, and I let him go on. It was too uncomfortable for me to get really excited but it was very thrilling for Vern, and I did enjoy it to a degree.
We tried it a few more times, and each time, even without any more codeine, it became easier. I guess you get used to it and your muscles stretch, because I honestly can’t imagine anybody enjoying it the first time, as painful as it is, and yet I understand a lot of homosexual men love nothing better than to be fucked in the ass, so they must all have gotten used to it through practice, because if it hurt that much every time, nobody could enjoy it.
Eventually I reached the point where I actually enjoyed it and could have a wonderful orgasm in that position. Not just by anal intercourse. That could be exciting alone, but I also would have to touch myself in front or be touched by Vern if I wanted to come off. According to Vern, that was the most exciting sensation in the world, because my anus would contract and expand over and over again when I had a strong climax, and he said it was just wonderful and it almost always brought him off immediately, which was really great.
When we became good enough at anal intercourse so there was no way at all it could hurt me, we decided to try a sandwich. Vern brought this young fellow home and we all fooled around a little, and then I got in position curled up on my side and he got behind me and got into my ass. Then I straightened out my body and moved so that the other fellow could get into me from the front.
I don’t know how many times we’ve done it since then, and each time is fantastic. I can’t begin to tell you what it feels like. It’s like nothing else in the world. And it’s evidently a marvelous sensation for the men, too. But for a woman—I mean, the whole idea of being double fucked is just more exciting to think about than most things are to do, and actually doing it is even better than you would think it could possibly be.
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Christie told me in considerable detail about some of the other combinations and permutations of organs that she and her husband have worked out over the years with the help of various obliging strangers. I will neither bore nor titillate you with them; suffice it to say that you will not likely imagine anything yourselves that Christie did not do . . . and recount to me in what I felt was more than adequate detail. The more she talked, the more I really did want to get back to the Holiday Inn.
A couple of questions occurred to me, as they may have occurred to you. I wondered if Vernon had never had any desire for other women, and if they had taken any steps in that direction. I wondered, too, if they had ever tried any other form of making contacts than the rather haphazard one of waiting for the right sort of chap to drive an out-of-state car into the gas station. There is a certain charm in the idea of going in for a couple of gallons of gas and getting your oil changed free, so to speak. (Or your radiator flushed, or whatever strikes you as the happiest metaphor.) But it did seem sort of catch-as-catch-can, and I knew that Vern and Christie were acquainted—intellectually, at least, through their reading—with the wider world of swinging and the contact medium of correspondence bulletins. Had they ever considered contacting people through the mails?
Here’s Vern’s answer:
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As far as other women are concerned, I really don’t have the desire. I suppose that makes me some kind of an oddball, judging from the number of married men who will go to bed with any woman they can get to hold still long enough, but it’s the way I am.
I’ve felt this way ever since I met Christie. I had quite a bit of experience with girls before I met her. Quite a bit, I would say, and I always enjoyed it—I mean, what the hell is there not to enjoy?—but when I met her I looked at her and never wanted another woman. I know it sounds like a load of warm shit to hear a man say that, but in my case it’s true, and after the first time I went to bed with her, I knew I would never want another woman.
Now it’s going to sound funny after I said that, but as a matter of fact we did meet with other couples. To swing, that is. I think we did it three times. No, wait a minute, it was four times.
I’ll tell you why.
What it was, was this: We both wondered why it was that I didn’t want to have sex with another woman. And I got to wondering whether it might be some kind of fear on my part about not being able to perform. I knew I could perform with Christie, I had never in my life had the slightest trouble, and maybe I was worried about what I could do with someone else. And Christie thought it was unfair in the sense of her having all the fun, and also thought it might be pleasure for her to see me with somebody else.
What it comes down to is that we were thinking about it, and we figured, why not try it because what would it hurt?
Well, I don’t guess it hurt anything, but I don’t guess it accomplished anything either. We were twice with one couple and once each with two others. They were not men I would have picked out for Christie myself, but she was able to enjoy herself with them to a degree. Same as I was able to enjoy myself with the women, but just to a degree, because I would have had more pleasure watching her with the other man than I got screwing with the other woman. Those women were not as beautiful as Christie, they were not as sexy, they were not built so well, they just didn’t turn me on so much. What I mean to say is, when you own the best restaurant in the city, you don’t run over to MacDonald’s for a hamburger. Not when you’ve got a freezer full of prime filet mignon.
Now as far as getting in touch with people through the mails, well, we did that with the other couples. We picked people who lived out of state and we visited them, drove over to see them, and I guess that’s all right, being the only way we could think of to arrange that sort of thing. If we were going to do it again, I guess we would make contacts the same way.
But for getting an individual guy, it’s easier to use the station, because even if you’ve got a photograph of the guy, you don’t know whether he looks very much like that photo. More important than that, we would have to say we were a couple rather than play that “I’m just a friend of Christie’s and she likes having two men at once.” With swingers I don’t know as that would be a problem, as there are all these men advertising to meet couples but we like to pretend the way we do.
Also, we really get enough men from the way I pick them up at the station. Now sometimes that’s only once in a month, and we’d probably like it more often than that, but one thing you have to realize is that we do all right by ourselves. We have sex pretty nearly every night and it’s always been good for us, so we don’t just sit around and cry if nobody turns up for a while. It doesn’t make that much never mind to us, and in a way it’s better, because the threesomes are a special occasion and we don’t lose our taste for them. If we had another man around every night it would be fun for a while, but then it would lose what it is that makes it special.
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I asked if they had ever tried sex with more than just one additional partner. Christie answered.
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Just once. Vern gave me a call and said he had something really special. I thought he meant a colored fellow, because he had been saying about that time that he was going to bring one home one of these days. Like he says he’ll wait until Brotherhood Week, just joking. I don�
�t think I’m prejudiced, but I never yet have had sex with a colored man and I’m not sure whether I want to or not. I don’t see anything wrong with it, just the question of whether or not it’s something I would want to do, but he called that night, and from the way he was talking I thought that was what he had in mind and I was in a state, figuring I would have to go through with it but not knowing whether I would be able to, or whether it would be too much for me. I guess it’s something that’ll happen sooner or later, but first I want to make up my mind myself as to how I feel about it, and I guess Vern understands as much, but that’s still what I thought he was bringing home.
So what happened is, the bell rang and I went to it expecting a colored man, and instead there’s Vern and not one but two boys. And I mean boys, because I’m sure they wasn’t more than nineteen at the most, and nice, attractive, clean-cut young boys, not dirty or long-haired or anything, but as nice-looking as you could want.
I don’t guess they had a whole great deal of experience, as young as they were, and they were very nervous about the whole thing, but whatever they lost in experience they made up in how excited they were. I swear, they must have stayed for half the night. I guess we were all in bed for close to six hours, and I didn’t get ten minutes rest in any one of those hours. Now, it was nice. We did a sandwich and I sucked Vern at the same time as they were having me from the back and the front, and that was nice because I had had the thought in mind that I would like to be had in all three openings at the same time, and I liked it. But I’ll tell you something, as great as the difference is between having one man or two, it’s not that great a difference between two men and three. I was glad we did it but I told Vern, and he agreed, that just him and one other man was as much as I really wanted.
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