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If this means you, go away and read something else; you shouldn't
be here anyway.  This is a work of fiction and in no way portrays
real life -- if you can't hack that, go lie down in a dark room;
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This story contains actions and descriptions of acts that may be
less than appropriate in today's uncertain and unsafe world --
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The Other Alternative.
(C) Sven the Elder March 2002


I drove thoughtfully westward in the gathering dusk of a winter's
evening, windscreen wipers beating a steady rhythm against the
light rain that was falling.  I let my mind cast back to the
start of the events that would culminate later that evening.

It had started with an e-mail from a married couple who had found
and read one of my earlier stories.  We exchanged letters over
several months and it became apparent that they were very keen to
explore having a third person in their relationship, even if only
once.

I remembered some of the letters that had gone back and forth.

I warned them that a threesome could be dangerous, but they
insisted that they had weighed up all the pros and cons and still
wanted to give it a try.  They went further and asked for help in
the scenario.

It quickly became apparent that Jack and Sheila had covered a lot
of the problems and still believed that the situation could be
managed safely.  Very simply, Jack was turned on by the thought
of another man making love to Sheila while he watched.  Sheila
felt that she loved Jack enough to allow this to happen.  They
both, foolishly or otherwise, believed that this was a situation
that they could control as they wished.  I was not so sure.

Somewhat to my horror the first candidate Jack considered for
Sheila's lover had been a co-worker who had tried to hit on her
more than once in the past.

Patiently, I  explained that he was probably the worst of all
choices--if it all went pear-shaped they would be unable to avoid
each other. They quickly decided that the tryst would be with a
carefully picked stranger.

About this time Sheila started chatting by e-mail in her own
right.  She wrote  that she was curious as to how, as a writer, I
would set up a similar assignation in one of my stories.  I had
taken a deep breath and just written the reply to both of them
off the top of my head.

The e-mail looked like this:

 >You wrote:

 >Still in the same town but a lad, 19y/o, has 'copped on' to
 >Sheila a couple of times when we have visited the same venue.

Now this might seem more interesting, you did tell me I think,
but I can't recall your/his age?

 >Seems very shy and unsure of himself.  Sheila has 'felt' that he
 >was interested her.

 >Wondered if, perhaps, I gave them some time together, without me?
 >and then introduce him to the fact that I would like to be
 >involved.

LOL - but not unkindly.  If he is a little shy, you may scar him
for life if you do that.  Unless Sheila wants to 'break in' a
virgin (?), someone with limited experience, although interesting
might be a little frustrating.

 >Would prefer to be with her, on this first time experience.

I think in your shoes I would view that as not 'a prefer,' but
would want it to be 'a must' unless it was unavoidable.  As much
as anything else it is 'safer' for Sheila.  Horny young men can
be difficult to persuade that you meant to say no.  The presence
of an SO would reinforce the word a lot!

 >Difficult, is it not?

Yes - prudence suggests you must be there, practicalities of
trying to persuade some one of that age to participate may well
mean that you find him very worried about your presence.  I know
you have told me that MM doesn't interest you Jack, but MF(M) is
very close and could well frighten him off.

It really is only in fiction that a horny young man appears like
a knight in black armour and is available, willing and knows not
only how to participate, but also when and how to exit the
situation.

 >Suggestions, any little help?

Rather than trying to use subterfuge or luring him into a
situation, there is another way, another alternative.

The three of you sit down over a drink and you put a
'proposition' to him.  Sheila wants to be in a situation where
she has a heavy petting session, maybe leading to a
bedroom/wherever occurrence that might even lead to a full-blown
sex session with a third party while you watch.  Explain it as
just a whim, just a kink that she wishes to try and perhaps
experiment with.  You are happy to go along with this as you love
her sufficiently to do so.  Stress the maybes' and the let outs
so that if either you or Sheila become sufficiently unsettled
then everything stops.

No penetration without either full assent from both of you or
without protection being worn at all times.

Lay careful and detailed ground rules and stop signs between you,
Sheila and him, so that there is no ambiguity and can be no
unpleasantness.

I would suggest that any alcoholic loosening up is limited to a
bottle of not too strong wine.  That gives a couple of glasses
each, without either harming  performance or getting so pissed
that control of the situation is lost.

The last thing is more important and what made the previous
scenario with someone you knew so potentially
difficult/dangerous.  You do NOT meet at your
house/flat/residence or whatever.  That way he does not know
where you live and cannot cause problems or difficulties in the
future.  Buy yourselves a room in a motel for the night.  They
come with a double and single bed, TV, warmth, shower with
unlimited hot water towels and so on.  They also are anonymous -
you to him / him to you - and the staff, once you have paid for
it in advance, couldn't give a damn what you're going to use it
for.  Only you know that, and only you need to book, sign in and
pay for it Jack.  It is also neutral ground so no-one gives a
toss about territory.

If we had decided that the three of us were to be involved, then
that is precisely the scenario I would have suggested to you.

Sheila---I appreciate that I am probably the same age as your
parents so I can understand that not being a dreadful turn on.
Doesn't mean that I couldn't either try the suggestion out (older
men just might be a turn on!) or that it's a rule out for the
future.  A more mature person with nothing against other males -
while not a homosexual  the scenario of two men and one woman is
one I find interesting.

Jack mentioned, I think, the situation where he might be involved
in helping the other man enter Sheila or whatever - most
red-blooded  males I can think of would find that both
off-putting and worrying if not a direct turnoff, as would/will
most folks in a threesome anyway.  That thought or idea doesn't
bother me.  Someone once said if you shut your eyes and someone
gives you a blowjob you would be hard-pressed to tell who or
which sex was the giver.

Don't know as up to this point in my life I haven't tried that
yet - but it sounds a pretty factual statement to me!

For what it's worth that's my two cents.  But by sitting down and
talking things over before hand you, in setting clear rules of
engagement (military style!) are in full control of the situation
right from the start.  For both protection and safety I think
that is the only way to go.  As well as that if the other guy
doesn't like it, you say 'fine' and walk away without harm being
done, an evening being spoilt or wasted or the threat of physical
harm being threatened because "effin hell I didn't know that's
what you wanted to do!"

Sorry for the nasty language Sheila - but you know what I mean.

Jack, Sheila - I think that makes sense.  I think it is a
relatively easy way to progress.  I think it has the maximum
potential to be fun, because every one knows where they stand and
I think it exposes both of you to the minimum amount of risk.

And NO! Before you ask I have not done this in the past! I have
just given it a little thought in case you called my bluff and
invited me.  It is what would have minimised the risk to all
three of us in that situation.

I can't think of anything else, but that doesn't mean that there
isn't something I may either not of thought of or that you may
want to play differently.  The only thing that I would insist
upon is the Motel style accommodation.  I only suggest that
because I know the size, style and cost of the room in advance.
Given that there is room for you to sit well in the background
Jack, it might be the best fifty quid you ever spent.

With much love and thought for a safe outcome - and I insist you
let me know both in advance and that you also recount things,
either individually, or with a joint letter on both your feelings
afterwards.

Take care

Sven

                    o - O - o


All had then gone quiet and I assumed that a decision had been
taken not to proceed.  Then I got a terse note to say it had
failed.

Not a lot else, so I had asked for a little more detail, 'if they
cared to share things.'

They had.  The note had came back almost by return:

Hi Sven

As best as I can relate the fiasco of Saturday 21st November.

Unfortunate that the 19 y/o is also called Jack  --  perhaps we
will refer to him as 'the lad' to avoid confusion.

We had a nice meal at home, retired to the lounge where, before
long, Sheila and the lad were in a sort of cuddle.  It is this
that had persuaded Sheila and myself to carry on.  He seemed to
have no problem with kissing and cuddling Sheila in my presence
(Great!!).  It has always turned me on seeing them at this stage.


So, Sheila and the lad cuddling, I then said I had to send off
some e-mail.

Went to the study, where I just stood and shook, imagining what
might be happening.  It is a feeling which is quite
indescribable.

About 10 minutes later, Sheila came to me and said that the lad
was going home.  And home he went!

Gathered from Sheila, later, that he had touched her breasts
under her tee shirt (no bra) and she had felt that he was hard.

At this point he excused himself and decided he was going home.

We had such high hopes last Saturday, everything going
swimmingly, and then 'pooph' all blown away.

End of story on this one.

Giving it one more chance, back to the 'father figure' for
Sheila.

Must admit, it begins to appeal to me.

Pissed off and fed up
Jack & Sheila



Which is why I was driving to see them; finally just getting to
meet them seemed at least to be in order.  In any case - 'I' was
the father figure Jack had spoken of - 'the other alternative'.

The meeting place was about half way between the respective
cities we lived in and, as I had suggested quite anonymous.  They
had a photograph so they knew who to look for, that way they also
had a chance to back out if they didn't want to continue.

Coffee almost finished I read my newspaper; forty minutes had
passed from the allotted time and I was close to saying 'Sod it'
and going back home - 200 miles on a promise! The waitress came
over and I looked up.

"Excuse me  sir, are you called 'Sven'?"

I admitted I was.

"I was asked to give you this envelope sir."

I thanked the girl and took the sealed envelope, glancing around
the dining room as I did so.  I realised I hadn't really been
paying too much attention to the other people in the place, and
cursed inwardly at not keeping my eyes open.  I tore open the
envelope and read the single piece of motel note paper - it just
had a number on it.  I laughed out loud at the symbolism -
unlucky 13.  Jack and Sheila had a sense of humour if nothing
else.

Still chuckling to myself I paid my bill and walked through,
carrying a small suitcase, into the lodge section of the hotel.

Number thirteen was at the end of the first corridor I came to,
the quiet end, that is farthest away from the entrance vestibule
and desk.  The duty clerk merely glanced up and smiled at me as I
walked past.  I reached the door, glanced briefly in the mirror,
took a deep breath and with a sense of approaching the unknown,
knocked on the door.

I saw a brief flash as someone looked out of the 'spy-hole',
before an attractive blonde opened the door, security chain
stopping it from opening more than a few inches.

"Hi - Sven?"

"That's right, - Sheila?"

She laughed, a gentle laugh, grinned and said "That has to be the
most ridiculous exchange I've ever heard.  Hang on, I'll have to
close the door so as to take the chain off, then I can let you in
properly."

The door clicked shut, then just as quickly opened up and Sheila
stood to one side and invited me in with a wave of her hand.

She closed the door behind me and put the security lock back on.

Laughing she said "Well you never know...."

I followed her down the short corridor and into the room.  The
lights were low and I could see another person, wearing jeans,
sitting in a chair out of the direct light.

"Hi Sven - I'm Jack, for the purpose of this evening I'm not
really here--please try and forget about me.  I'm sorry for the
secrecy and delay in making our move, we wanted to have some
final discussions.  I also didn't book the room until we had both
had time to see you in the flesh and decide what we wanted to
do."

Jack went explained that they had decided that they could both go
along with what ever happened.  As long as Sheila was comfortable
with the situation, Jack was not going to intervene.

"No!" from Sheila or "Stop!" from him and the evening was over.


Sheila was sat on the bed as Jack talked to us both.  Other than
the original greeting she hadn't said anything.

I turned to her.

"Sheila.  Now that Jack's voiced your thoughts, have you anything
to add?"

She smiled, then with laughter in her voice "Not really, except
that from now on it's just you and me, Jack's going to indulge
his fantasy and become a voyeur, watching his other half make
out.  Can you cope with that?"

Now it was my turn. "Yes. As you know from our letters and chats,
I had the snip thirteen years ago, but I've brought some condoms
if you feel you would prefer me to use them--that's your call.
The only other thing is just remember I'm not as young as I once
was - I take rather longer than five minutes to recover!"

They both laughed at the comment and Sheila offered me a glass of
wine she had poured out earlier.  I had noticed Jack was already
drinking, whereas Sheila had either refilled hers or had only
taken a sip.  There was movement in the background as Jack turned
on some quiet new-age music that would fill in any awkward
silences.

I took a sip then Sheila took the glass from me, put it down and
put her arms around my neck and kissed me, flicking her tongue
across my lips.  She tasted good.  I held her waist, then slipped
my hands down to her hips as we continued to kiss.  I moved my
hands up and ran my fingers through her shoulder length hair as
we came up for air.

I continued to hold her and said "Hey - not so fast, let's make
this linger just a little."

She smiled the question at me, her head turned a little to one
side.

"How about a little rub down down? I hesitate to call it a
massage, because it might not last that long, but it's a way for
us to get to know each other easily."

Sheila's smile broadened. "After your last story, I wondered if
you'd want to do that."

"Ok down to your bra and panties  then" I said.

Sheila giggled "That's going to be a little difficult Sven."

Reaching up she slipped her light sweater off.  I sighed gently
as her breasts bobbed free - no bra -  as she undid her jeans and
slid them off I said "And I suppose...." then didn't bother to
finish the question as it became obvious there were no panties
either.

Sheila burst out laughing at the look on my face and just said
"Well, they weren't going to stay on long so I didn't bother. Now
you're very over dressed!"

So in turn I slipped off my clothes and joined her in relative
nudity, except I kept my shorts on.

"Got to keep a little mystery, well just for the moment anyway."

I went into the bathroom and got a couple of large fluffy bath
towels and spread them on the bed.  Sheila sat on the end on one
of them.  Then I got some oil from my case --if I do any sort of
massage I prefer oil to talc, less messy.  More fun as well.

"On your tummy then -" and Sheila lay there, beautiful, rear
upwards as I warmed the oil in my hands.

I knelt on the bed beside her head as I dripped a little of the
oil onto her shoulders.  She groaned softly as I eased down her
back with my fingers.

A long time ago I had a lover who was exquisitely good at
massage, she taught me more than enough to be able to please a
woman.  She was a good teacher.  I moved my hands down, gently
working along either side of her spine.  Sheila didn't have much
spare fat, but did have a good figure, nicely in proportion.  I
finished up my first session on her back, gently kneading her
ass.  She whimpered quietly and squirmed a little.

She was very turned on.

I moved down, keeping one hand in contact, and started on the
backs of her legs.  She moved them apart so as to give me more
room, and the naked lips of her vulva were plainly in view.  I
felt my hardness grow at the sight.  I ran my thumbs up the
centre of her left leg, fingers either side, from ankle to thigh
as I knelt astride it.  Gently I let my fingers brush her sex and
the whimper became a groan, then the same with the other leg.

Now alternately, just the tops of her thighs and then finally my
hands, one on the back of each leg and my thumbs meeting in her
soaking quim.  Two. Three.   Four strokes like that and the dam
burst and she came for the first time with a violent shudder and
a tiny, almost inaudible scream.  Her thighs clamped hard on my
hands as I felt her pulse pounding underneath me.

I waited, kneeling still as she half curled up, then slowly
opened her eyes as her breathing steadied.

Her bright eyes sparkled as she said "God that was good," then,
still breathing a little heavily, "Now my turn - I can't massage
like that - so on your back please."

I lay down and Sheila put some oil on her hands, then started on
my chest, paying attention to my nipples, then on down across my
stomach.

"Take them off please."

Not so much a request as a command, so I lifted my rear a
fraction and eased my shorts off.

As I sprang into view, all she said was "Wow!"

All pretence at massage gone she slipped her oiled hands round my
penis and gently worked them up and down.  After the sexual
tension of the last half an hour it was gorgeous.  I told her I
wouldn't last long if she continued, she giggled "Good!" and then
bent forward, still kneeling, her ass towards me and engulfed the
head with her lips, her tongue swirling round the rim, her hair
swishing about my upper thighs.

Afterwards, writing about it, the only real expression that fits
is - 'she literally blew my mind!' I lasted less than ten seconds
before I erupted.  Looking past her thighs and her left breast I
watched as she drank and swallowed all of the considerable amount
of semen I produced, aware of Jack in the background for the
first time in some minutes. He, having indulged in a 'hand-job'
to the same rhythm as Sheila and I, had come with me.

She cleaned me off, then turned round and before I could do or
say anything shared my semen with me in a big sloppy slippery
kiss.  I can't say that it was the best thing I have ever tasted,
but neither was it the worst.  Anyway, if she was prepared to eat
me I felt I had better be prepared to do the same.

After a few minutes of Sheila lying half on top of me and
cuddling and kissing me, we sat up and had a sip of wine.

I started to say something to Jack and Sheila put her hand across
my mouth and said "No, just you and I, there's no-one else in the
room - remember."

So I nodded and she took her hand away, then kissed me.  By now
she was sat astride me as I lay on my back, her beautiful sex
open and red and waiting, hungry for the next round.  I pulled
her up so that she straddled my face and I could run my tongue
round her juicy lips and eat her, comfortably, to my hearts
content!

Juicy as a description turned out to be inadequate to a degree
that belied belief.  Sheila positively ran and that juice was the
nectar of the Gods.  I licked, she squirmed, the juices ran even
more.  I could feel my penis seeming to grow larger than ever
before. Finally she couldn't take any more and moved down me,
sliding her wetness down my belly to my waiting cock, leaning
forward as she did dangling her breasts tantalisingly in my face
her hair falling about my head.  I felt her hand grasp me and
steer me into that hot, wet, chasm of clasping loveliness and
flexed my hips upwards into her, her grasp still guiding me into
place.

In the recesses of my mind I also registered that she had both
hands on my shoulders supporting her weight and realised, in the
same split second that she did, that Jack had come out from the
darkness and was at last participating.  His fantasy of watching
his wife being fucked by another man was complete with my
penetration of Sheila - and as I had suggested those scant months
before, he had guided me, the other man, into her waiting vagina.

As we realised, Sheila and I exploded in an orgasm, by far the
the most intense I have ever experienced.  I seemed to cum and
keep cumming for an eternity, all the time feeling Sheila's
muscles milking me empty.

We finished up with Sheila lying on top of me, her face next to
mine, her head turned to one side.  As I opened my eyes Jack's
penis was being swallowed just an inch from my face and mouth.

It seemed totally natural watching Sheila helping Jack to cum.

And cum he did, just a few seconds later, spraying semen
everywhere in a torrent.  A fountain of love that covered us
both.  We ended up enjoined, my penis to Sheila's vagina, Jack's
penis to Sheila's mouth.  I'm not and never have been attracted
to men, but for that few minutes the experience of Sheila licking
Jack's cock clean and then licking his semen off our faces seemed
right.  We three hugged each other and held tight to what had
been an incredible experience.

                       o - 0 - o

A little later as we drank a coffee before I left to drive home,
they explained that what had happened was a fantasy they had had
for a long time.  It had got to the point of being almost an
obsession and they had wanted, with the right person, to live out
and explore it to the limit.  Having done so, they had 'got it
out of their system' and would probably never either want or
actually do it again.

As I finally left, Jack thanked me once more and Sheila gave me a
last kiss.

We still chat about stories and Net happenings by e-mail, but not
about 'The Night'.  Somehow the shared experience was so deep,
we've never found the need to do so.


The Other Alternative.
(C) Sven the Elder March 2002

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