At last, I was able to extricate us from the tangle of arms and hands, and hold her, look at her once again. She was even more beautiful than I remembered, her hair longer now, but still sleek, shiny, and thick, making me itch to run my fingers through it. Her lovely almond eyes were as big and bright as ever, and her lips promised delights aplenty. I wanted her so much it was almost a physical pain, and she wanted me, us, as well. As she took my hand, her free hand curled around Gerry’s neck, pulling him down so she could kiss him deeply, tenderly.
“Oh babies, I missed you both so much!” she quavered, tears threatening to spill over her flawless cheeks when Gerry kissed the tip of her nose.
“I thought we’d lost you, Jen, I thought we’d never see you again; it hurt so much…” he whispered, as a tear trickled down his cheek. Jenna thumbed it away once again, and pulled him closer to kiss him once more.
“I said I’d come back one day, silly!” she whispered, smiling through fresh tears. “I always keep my promises!”
That was enough for me; my Jenna was back, I wanted to get close to her, skin-on-skin close. I could see Gerry was feeling the same way, something Jenna also noticed.
“Both of you at once! What’s a girl to do…?”she preened modestly, while grinning the dirtiest, most suggestive smile I’d ever seen. Jenna made up my mind for me, for both of us, taking our hands in both of hers.
“Gerry, Lor, I should never have left; I thought I was escaping, but I was just running away; I left behind all the most important parts of my life; I left you behind, both of you. Babies, I came back to fix it, because I need you, both of you; will you forgive me?”
I yanked her close, holding her face in both my hands as I kissed her with all my love and loss, and then suddenly Gerry was there too, all three of us kissing and laughing and crying all at the same time. Somehow we made it back upstairs, and suddenly I was undressing her, kissing her frenziedly as we tore each other’s clothes off, my robe and her jacket, skirt and blouse.
Her body was just as I remembered it, as tight and alluring as ever, and to see her naked once again was to remember just what real beauty was; her two years in California hadn’t changed her; she was still ours, still mine, and to feel her lips and soft tongue as she licked and kissed me again was almost too much to bear. I think she was having the same effect on Gerry; he loved her, of course, so did I, but she’d been the special one for him when he knew he couldn’t have me, and she still owned a large part of his heart. Gerry had broken down the day she left, and I think she knew or guessed that somehow, tears in her own eyes as she kissed and held him close, and promised him she’d never leave again.
All I could do was cry with her, for poor Gerry’s broken heart, for my own loss when she left, and now, with happiness for having her back, with us, where she belonged. When Jenna and I made love again, it filled my heart in a way that only Gerry had ever done for me, and so I knew that I would never let her go again; Jenna was part of us, not number three in a menage, not a sex-partner, but our equal, a life-partner for both of us, as much in love with Gerry as she was with me; watching Gerry make love to her while she made love to me, seeing the adoration in his eyes when he looked at both of us, was the most soul-stirring experience of my entire life.
When the first tumult of emotion had passed, when we were able to speak coherently without floods of tears, I plucked up the courage to ask her why it had taken her so long to come home. She lay in my arms, holding me tightly as she spooned against Gerry, and told me about her life, her adventures, and her disappointments, her breath warm on my cheek as her lips caressed my neck.
“At first, it was such a lot of fun; all the physics lab boys at Stanford took some getting used to; so serious, such drive and commitment; I had my work cut out, being a corrupting influence takes a lot of work, believe me!”
I grinned at that, and she traced my lips with her fingertip before resuming.
“It was fun, real fun, even Tsu Lien Lai joined me in spreading lust and debauchery among the academics, but it didn’t last; Tsu found herself suddenly dazzled by one of the professors, and so she went from being his grad assistant to his right-hand man and favourite pump, and then one day she came bopping in to tell me she was getting married, and was moving to Los Angeles, because her prof had taken a post there, and suddenly she was gone. It got sort of lonely after a while, then I met someone too…”
I waited for her to continue, but she wasn’t looking at me, she was looking at something else entirely, her lips moving slightly. When Gerry hugged her closer, she came to with a little start.
“Tell me about him…” I prompted her softly, even though I could see it wasn’t a happy memory. Jenna smiled, a bright, crystalline, utterly contrived grin, and looked at me again.
“His name was Randy; he was an Astrophysicist, on-loan to the lab from NASA Ames; he was everything I said I wanted: tall, tanned, beautiful, my perfect blond surfer-boy; I just knew he was the one; he was such fun, we had such a wonderful time, it was like he could read my mind and pick out all the things I wanted most, and he gave them to me, or did them for me, or said them to me. I was loopy in love with him…”
She stopped, and a single tear trickled down her cheek.
“I thought he was Mister Right; it turned out I was Miss Wrong; his parents objected, strenuously, to my presence when he asked me to spend a weekend at their place in Carmel; his father said something to him about miscegenation, that it was alright to chase slope girls, but you don’t marry them, they’re not really people, not like us, and his mother called me up and told me bluntly to leave her son alone, she wasn’t having slit-eyed grandchildren, her husband and brothers hadn’t spent all that time fighting in Vietnam for their son to bring one of them home…”
I was open-mouthed in shocked outrage, as was Gerry, with a dark flash of pure, unadulterated rage at how our girl had been treated. Jenna’s face had remained expressionless through this whole loathsome tale, but now her lip was quivering, and she needed more than just a hug; she needed to know that the world was still a wonderful place, and primitives like that man and his family were few and far between, but most of all, that there were at least two people here who loved her madly, deeply, and unconditionally.
I held her while she cried, then held her some more while she clung to me, and Gerry held us both, all three of us cocooned together, taking away the remembered hurt and rejection from our darling lost girl, who’d finally come back to us.
I fell asleep with her arms around me, and woke in the late morning to her and Gerry making love. I smiled, and kissed her while our darling boy showed her who really loved her, who had always loved her, and when she’d finally calmed again after the frenzied orgasm he’d goaded her to, I held her again; later, Gerry and I would make love, and I knew she would kiss and hold me just as lovingly.
And so Jenna became part of our lives again, whether she shared my bed, or Gerry’s bed, or, most frequently, our bed; she was the other part of us, not a point on a triangle, but one third of our life together, our wife, and we would never let her go. Jenna knew and understood that this was where her love was founded; this was where she was loved, and nothing would ever come between us, or hurt her, or make her outcast ever again.
Other things were happening too; Lucy called me one day, sounding more than a little strange, too casual, and let slip that Charlie was back home and staying with her; I twigged from what she said that she’d found out about Charlie’s kinky weekends with me, had finally realised what a lovely piece of manly soldier-meat he was, had fucked his brains out, and fully intended to keep on doing it forever and ever, amen.
To this day, I don’t know why I said it, but I blurted out that perhaps she’d like to help me double-team Charlie; I don’t know where that came from, but Gerry heard me make the offer, and, to my amazement, was both sophisticated enough, and secure enough in his feelings for me, that he was intrigued at the idea, so, after discussing it, and realising that he really wasn’t jealous, or weirded-out, or angry that I’d consider it, but was instead intrigued and excited, we agreed; after all, I’d watched him make love to Jenna many times, had even joined her in fucking him, so he really didn’t really feel he had grounds to object.
Jenna was intrigued by this part of my life, but understood why I thought it needed to happen, and wise enough to keep out of it; all she was concerned about was that I not hurt our husband.
You may think it’s a little strange, my darlings both saying “yeah, go ahead, fuck another guy”, but the truth was, they both understood Charlie and I had a history, that I had loved Charlie, indeed still loved him, in an entirely non-committed way, and we both needed to close that book forever.
What happened has been told elsewhere, and while it was an eye-opener for both of us, it wasn’t a curtain-raiser for any further shenanigans; seeing Gerry make love to Lucy was a shocker for me though; it made me realise just how much I wanted him for us, for Jenna and me only, and brought home to me what he must have been feeling when Lucy and I were grappling with Charlie.