A Baby For Felicity

(A 'm/m/f' romance)

By Alp Mortal

Text Copyright© 2014 Alp Mortal

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Table of Contents

Author’s Note      4

Chapter One – A night out on the town      5

Chapter Two – A night to remember      14

Chapter Three – The morning after      28

Chapter Four – Squash      32

Chapter Five – Breakfast at Felicity’s      38

Chapter Six – Eighteen days later      41

Chapter Seven – The pregnancy      43

Chapter Eight – Menagerie      46

Epilogue      49

Author’s Note

I am delighted to put this title on the shelf, mainly because it's a diversion from my normal material.

This story was inspired by a film I had watched and, as is so often the case, the short story interrupted work on a much longer piece that I was focussed on at the time. It is also my first m/m/f romance.

I would like to point out that a fair sized chunk of the first half of the story is dominated by the graphic description of sex between two men and one woman. Consider yourself warned!

It is also a gay love story, the love story of Iain and Lance. It’s just that Iain was with Felicity when he met Lance. Lance is bi-sexual and Felicity is a Capricorn. Iain is a Gemini and his identical twin brother, Gerald, died at birth. If the ideas offend you, then please put this book down, and quietly leave the room.

‘A Baby For Felicity’ is available exclusively from The Carter Seagrove Book Boutique.

Let all paths travelled be safe,

Alp Mortal

31st August 2014

Chapter One – A night out on the town

“Ready?”

“Yeah…”

“Don’t get down. Getting down only makes it harder.”

“I know, but how much longer?”

“Soon.”

“You always say that.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“Soon.”

“That’s my girl. You look fucking hot I might add.”

“So do you.”

“Shall we then?”

“Yeah, let’s go!”

Felicity and Iain are trying to have a baby, but, so far it’s proving to be a little more difficult than they were led to believe. Theoretically, there’s nothing to stop them, but it hasn’t happened yet. Practise as hard they might, it’s been twenty-two months and every month the result is the same. So tonight, they’re gonna let their hair down, and go off for a night out on the town and try to forget about it.

“Where to first?” asked Felicity.

“Savannah’s for a cocktail?”

“Yeah…just don’t order a ‘sex between the sheets’ or a ‘love on the beach’ or a ‘wallbanger’…”

They arrived and ordered ‘Manhattans’ and found a perch from which to scrutinise everyone else. Not having ‘the baby’ meant they could go out and not have to worry about trying to find a babysitter, unlike all their friends, who were popping them out like peas from a pod. And not having the burden of a mouth to feed, they had plenty of money to go out, take holidays, buy new stuff and keep themselves looking pretty fucking damn hot, even if they did say so themselves. And they attracted more than their fair share of attention, from all quarters and persuasions but, to date, they had not seen fit to find their pleasures away from home. However, the juices were running out. They’d left the decision to start a family until they hit their mid-thirties and now they were thirty-seven.

A shit-hot guy grazed them with his lust filled eyes as he headed for the toilet.

“Whose team?” asked Iain.

“Straight…”

“Why so sure?”

“Last season’s shoes and no bag.”

Iain burst out laughing. This was one of the games they played. If someone checked them out, then they had to guess which team the lad or lass played for, and state a reason; confirmation wasn’t absolutely necessary but it did get you bonus points.

“One to you then,” conceded Iain.

The tally at the end of the evening decided who cleaned the flat the following morning, and who got breakfast in bed.

“He might been bi, then we could split the points.”

“Do you believe anyone is bi?”

“Yeah, I do. It makes sense if you think about it.”

“How so?” queried Iain, wondering why he hadn’t seen the sense of it before.

“Well, we both have friends who we really like and I think being bi is just an extension of that.”

“I don’t want to fuck my friends.”

“But you like being with them.”

“Yeah, because they’re my friends.”

“I think the connection we have with our best friends is just one step away from wanting to have a sexual relationship with them.”

“Flic’!”

“I’m serious Iain. Look at Charles; he follows you around like a shadow and he touches you, a lot!”

“He’s very tactile and he touches everyone, a lot. I think he’s just insecure.”

“I think he’s bi.”

“Does it make me bi?”

“Do you want to fuck him?”

“No.”

“Then I guess not.”

“Do you think any of your friends are bi?”

“Angela…”

“You said that like you know it as a fact.”

“She told me she dabbled a little when she was much younger.”

“And now?”

“Colin is floating her boat, but she always looks at Mel’ in that way.”

“And you; come to think of it.”

“So, we have friends that might be bi.”

“Okay, it’s not a cop out, or a way of getting double helpings.”

“A cop out from what, admitting you’re gay?”

“Yeah. That’s what they say isn’t it?”

“So, do you want to go for bonus points and get the all-important confirmation?”

“It’s still early yet.”

“He’s at the bar; now’s the best time.”

“I’ll go, but I’m not saying I’m gonna ask him anything.”

Felicity just cocked an eyebrow and broke into a smile.

“Hey! Do we know you?” Iain asked the guy

“Uhm, I don’t think so.”

“It’s just that you looked over, and we wondered if we should have recognised you.”

“No, no…I was…”

“Just admiring the view…”

“Precisely!”

“She’s a beautiful woman.”

“Yes, you are!”

And the guy sauntered off, leaving Iain with his jaw on the floor and something he didn’t bank on, a twitch in the underworld.

“So?” asked Felicity, the second he got back.

“Gay.”

“No!”

“Scout’s honour.”

“You lucky bastard!”

“That’s five points plus five for confirmation; do you remember where the frying pan is?”

“Hey, pal, it’s only nine o’clock.”

“I love you.”

Felicity was momentarily stunned. He always did this. It was why she loved him.

“I love you too.”

“D’ya wanna boogie?”

“Yeah! But can we have something to eat first, just tapas or something?”

“Sushi?”

“Yeah! The new place…”

In the absence of a squawking brat they had a habit of retreating into each other, subconsciously and simultaneously. Both were trying to compensate for their unfulfilled need, and compensate each other for being the one at fault, though every test assured them they both had the ammunition, in spades.

They left the cocktail bar and headed for sushi. It was still only ten-thirty once they’d eaten, so they headed to the wine bar to have a drink at a reasonable price before going to ‘Shades of Grey’ for the boogie.

Felicity and Iain had met when they were twenty-seven. Iain designed software and Felicity worked in Human Resources. In the eight years prior to trying to start a family, they did everything and went everywhere. With two well-above average incomes, and a certain shrewdness on Felicity’s part, they continued upward and by the time they began trying for the baby, they were, in every department, ‘sorted!’ A beautiful house, tastefully furnished, both had new cars, dressed in this season’s everything, with time to hone the flesh and get the tan. Last year it had been the Seychelles, this year it was Bali, unless Felicity fell pregnant.

Felicity had been attracted to Iain because he was very good looking and had a kind of androgynous quality. At the start, Felicity wasn’t sure if he was gay but almost certainly bi. Iain was attracted to Felicity because she was stunning and possessed a streak of masculinity. It was nothing overt, just the sum of her assertiveness, short hair, encyclopaedic knowledge of Millwall football club and an interest in very fast sports cars. On nights out it wasn’t uncommon for him to paint her toenails and for her to knot his tie. Friends even suggested, to each other, never to the couple, that they were like one person in two bodies and not really complete unless they were together. Ten years in love and still going strong, the exception in their group and in their age bracket.

Both had dated sporadically before they met, nothing serious and nothing long term. Iain had lived with one partner for about eight months but Felicity hadn’t lived with anyone else. She still owned her flat and rented it out. But for all the trappings of their success, now, they would cheerfully swap it all for a baby. Both Felicity and Iain were only children and the extended family only ever seemed to shrink rather than grow. Both wanted a boy and he would be called ‘Rupert John’.

None of this was occupying their minds right now as they entered the club, deposited coats and headed for the bar.

It would be exceedingly rare for one, or both, not to be propositioned whilst they were out on the town and if one of the games was to guess the orientation of admirers, then the other game was to guess which one of them was going to be propositioned, and by whom. At this stage, it wasn’t likely, the club was just getting going and after their shots of tequila, they headed to the dance floor to get into the moment. Both were good dancers and happily danced with each other or other dancers. In truth, they exuded a kind of magnetism, but usually only when they were together. When alone, Iain was more of the wallflower and Felicity the chatty ‘girl next door’ type, usually with other girls, who liked her hair and nail art.

Both sensed that something would change soon. Despite every test confirming that they both could produce the goods, it wasn’t happening and that cloud just got bigger and darker, albeit very slowly. Adopting a child was the last resort. They agreed it sounded selfish, because they had so much to offer a child. They were a little selfish; though never towards each other. However, that largesse was clearly a compensation technique, and on more than one occasion they questioned, very seriously, their desire to have a child and what it would mean giving up. Until now, both had been adamant that they wanted a child and no sacrifice would be too great. The deal was, that after twenty-four months of trying the regular way, if nothing happened, then they would go for IVF treatment. If that didn't work, then potentially surrogacy and only if that proved too difficult or potentially traumatic, would they consider adopting.

After an hour on the dance floor, they exited to powder their noses, and re-convened for a cocktail at one of the pod tables in the chill-out room.

“That was fun!” announced Felicity, a little flushed and looking a lot happier than when she had been getting ready to go out.

“Here we go,” advised Iain, as a guy, clearly living the metrosexual dream, threw them some flirtatious glances from the opposite side of the room.

“You or me?” asked Flic’

“Both, by the looks of it.”

“That would be ‘interesting’…”

Iain kept Flic’s face under scrutiny as she scrutinised the guy whilst checking her makeup.

“Are you seriously suggesting it?” Iain queried.

“Didn’t you ever want to?”

“Perhaps. But with another girl, not a boy.”

“He’s definitely interested…”

“Do you want me to ask him over?”

“Yeah! Let’s have a drink with him.”

Felicity’s tone sounded dangerous to Iain. The romantic honeymoon of their first two years had turned into eager pursuit. When the oven remained empty, the wailing and gnashing of teeth had begun; then the battery of tests. Now they inhabited a different world and Iain was convinced that Flic’ eyed other guys differently to the way she used to, whereas he didn’t believe that he eyed other girls that way. They were married, but that had been for the tax advantages rather than any real belief in the sanctity of the vows.

Iain headed over and stopped in front of the guy, blocking Felicity’s view, but he headed back with the guy in tow.

“Felicity, this is Lance…Lance, this is my wife, Felicity.”

“Pleased to meet you,” Lanced purred.

“You too!” Felicity chirped.

“Do you guys want more drinks?” asked Iain.

“Sure darling. Get a bottle of bubbly!” she replied, and she looked at Iain as she said it and he saw a look in her eyes that he’d never seen before, a scintillating look, and because her eyes were dilated under the dim lighting, it was as if the light was glancing off the hard edges of obsidian.

He went to order the bubbly, leaving Flic’ with Lance and even before he was out of earshot he heard a laugh from them both. Not jealous, but feeling uneasy, is how he felt when he got back from ordering the champagne. Felicity was leaning forward and to one side, thrusting her breasts towards Lance. She had one hand on the sofa between them, the other being used to emphasise the point being made, the gold and jewelled nails drawing ever closer to the centre of his chest. And just when he thought she was going to thrust her hand in and pull out his heart, she let her hand drop, and then a second later she said something, which she accompanied by patting three times gently on his knee.

“They’ll bring it over,” announced Iain.

“Great! Let’s have a glass and then dance a bit more,” suggested Felicity, looking at Lance, not at Iain, until the final second when she turned her head and gave him a full on look that reminded him of a tigress eyeing the kill. That powerful, feline, feral look didn’t leave her face until they had downed a glass of champagne and were heading to the dance floor. She looked at Iain again, as he helped her from the sofa, and it was a face he recognised, from years ago, the eager pursuit face, the face that says ‘we’re so fucking doing this!”

They danced, but it was a first for them to try to dance together as a trio. Often in past, one or the other would peel themselves away and dance with a complete, albeit competent, stranger. Now, neither wanted to let go first and be the odd man out. Lance was basking in the attention, and being pretty fair with his reciprocation. Felicity signalled that she wanted to go to the loo, and the boys headed back to the lounge to cool off and drink another glass of champagne.

“Thank you for inviting me to join you,” Lance said, as they sat down.

“You’re welcome…did you come alone?”

“Yeah.” In a tone that betrayed nothing of his motives.

Whilst Felicity was powdering her nose, Iain gave Lance a snapshot of them both, and in return, Lance nodded, smiled and said ‘really’, a lot.

“What about you?” asked Iain, sensing he was traversing a one way street.

“Bad boy made good through property. Now I have everything I want except the…”

Felicity’s return interrupted them. Iain poured her a glass of champagne and handed it to her. They raised their glasses and toasted their good health.

“What are you guys doing after this?” asked Lance.

“No firm plans…did you want to move on? Felicity?”

“What did you have in mind Lance?”

“Let’s head back to mine, penthouse, hot tub, champagne, flat screen…”

Both looked at Iain, assuming, almost instinctively, that he would be the one that would need convincing.

“Sounds great!”

He didn’t need convincing; he liked his fun too. Felicity looked eager, which scared him, and Lance looked dangerous, which gave him an erection.

Chapter Two – A night to remember

They grabbed a cab, and in the close confines of the compartment they fell eerily silent until Felicity asked Lance;

“So, what do you do now?”

“I rent out some property, and dabble a little in the Stock Market. Mostly I just work at enjoying myself.”

“And why not!” trumpeted Iain.

“Why not indeed? I worked hard enough for it, and now I reckon I’m entitled to enjoy the fruits of my labours.”

Silence descended again.

“So what about you guys? Big plans?” Lance queried.

As so often, Felicity sought out Iain’s hand before answering.

“We’d like a baby, but it’s not happening at the moment. Apparently there’s nothing wrong, so we just have to keep trying and be patient…”

“I’m guessing that’s kind of stressful,” Lance offered.

“Just a little,” replied Iain, and he squeezed Flic’s hand, sensing she was coming down quickly off of the evening’s entertainment.

The cab dropped them off at a building in Battersea, and they walked up to the outer door where Lance entered a code and they piled into the lobby. He made straight for the lift.

“C’mon…the evening’s not over!” Spoken with boyish excitement that gave the couple a well-timed boost to what might otherwise have been flagging spirits. They ascended to the penthouse and exited the lift into a smart but nondescript lobby. Lance opened the door of the apartment and showed them in, waiting for them both to enter first, before entering himself and closing the door.  They stepped into a huge space that was easily twelve feet high and the entire outer wall was glass.

“Wow!” Felicity exclaimed, for this was a different league altogether, “This is amazing…”

“Have a look round; go on. I’ll get us some drinks and turn the hot tub on.”

Iain was already taking the tour and gawping. The kitchen occupied one corner and was only separated from the main space by an ‘L’ shaped counter. He wandered over to marvel at the zinc worktops that were set into solid granite blocks that appeared to hover above the floor with no visible means of support. Lance glanced as he opened the champagne.

“There’s a supporting structure that extends underneath the blocks from the outer wall…”

“It’s so…smart,” though that wasn’t the word he wanted, but neither was ‘beautiful’.

“We’ll take this on to the terrace, it’s quite magical looking at the lights of the city from the hot tub.”

He picked up the champagne bucket and three glasses and wandered in the direction of the glass wall, and, without doing anything, a panel slid back and he disappeared out onto the terrace. A second passed the door and the lighting was activated. Iain followed him out slowly, mentally totting up just how much a place like this must have set Lance back, not that he had any intention of asking.

“I think Felicity must have found the bathroom…” Lance ventured, and Iain wondered why he assumed that but then realised she’d been gone quite a long time, “…it’s by Versace…”

“Ah, yes, that would account for it!”

She came back five minutes later looking like she’d been inside the famous chocolate factory.

“It’s incredible…”

“It’s really a waste but I love it,” Lance stated, with no real embarrassment in his tone.

They toasted their good health again, with better champagne than in the club, and Iain was first to notice how warm it was outside.

“Infrared and under floor heating. You can spend time out here in February quite comfortably. Now, who’s up for the tub?”

“You bet!” replied Iain, but it was obvious that Felicity was a little shy, “Flic’?”

She tried to give her husband the look that conveyed the obvious message, which was, “I don’t have a costume and neither do you.”

Lance sensed the reluctance and knew exactly what the problem was.

“Guys, we’re all grown-ups. I think I might have seen it all before and you most certainly have. C’mon!” he urged, and took the lead by disrobing, throwing his clothes on to an adjacent lounger.

Iain started to follow suit and Felicity finally gave in and began to peel off the couture, laying it on a lounger with a tad more care than the guys had. Lance was starkers first and, unabashed, refilled glasses, flicked a number of switches to dim some lights and pipe music from somewhere, only then did he get into the tub. Iain stepped down next and sat opposite. Felicity being last, had to then step down and find a seat with both boys looking at her. Iain with his normal lustful pride, and Lance with his customary danger. Iain wouldn’t go as far as to say ‘predatorial’ but it was definitely ‘covetous’.

Finally, all three were seated and comfortable. Perhaps sensing Felicity’s lingering slight unease, Lance asked a whole load of pretty standard questions and slowly, by degrees, she, and Iain, relaxed with audible sighs.

“This is amazing,“ Flic’ mused, head tilted back, resting it on a cushion, her eyes closed.

Iain was engaged in conversation with Lance over some tax niggle, but then completely changed tack by asking Lance, “Aren’t you lonely up here?”

Lance paused before answering, sipped his drink and then launched into a kind of soliloquy, “It’s a habit in the end, the lifestyle and the choices. I have damn near everything I want and yet I’m frustrated and even making money doesn’t give me the same buzz anymore. I suppose I find it hard to trust people, people that are interested in me. A few have got close but, in the end, it was obvious that all they wanted was the lifestyle and the choices. I miss the honesty of our youth. Then I had nothing, and it didn’t matter a fig. I had a much better time and plenty more shags!”

Felicity tittered and Iain just smiled. After a moment he said, “I suppose it would be quite difficult for someone to convince you that their motives were pure…”

“I would like to think it wasn’t, but it appears to be the case, and being a cynical bastard doesn’t help,” Lance chuckled, which prompted Felicity to open her eyes and glance in his direction for a second before re-closing them.

“I know what most people I speak to think, but, Internet dating is very successful…” she offered.

“I do try that from time to time, I have to admit. Actually, I think I’m just too fussy.”

“Or spoilt for choice,” countered Flic’.

“Either way, I’m alone, and I don’t see it changing any time soon.”

“Why not move then?” suggested Iain.

“It probably would help, but here’s the thing, I’m self-indulgent and just a tad vain. A two up and two down in Worthington just isn’t going to happen…”

“Why not just a more modest apartment in London, or a house in the Home Counties?” posed Felicity.

“I suppose I just can’t let it all go, not without some security that someone is going to be there to catch me and cushion the fall.”

“Perhaps you should travel,” Iain threw in.

Lance just nodded in reply, and then added, “Excuse me for a minute.”

Sat opposite, Iain copped the full frontal as Lance got up from his seat. Lance was toned and fit, bordering on slim in fact. He was roughly six feet one or two and pretty lithesome for a guy of that height. As he got out the package emerged and it was impressive. Iain caught himself ogling for a second or two longer than might have been considered appropriate, and coloured a little when he looked up and saw Lance smirking.

“Won’t be a minute,” he said, as he turned round for the steps out and Iain was presented with his peachy bum that was built for swaggering and got plenty of practice. Once Lance had gone inside, Felicity opened her eyes and searched for Iain’s own.

“You alright sweetheart?” he asked.

“Perfect!” she purred.

“Do you think he’s gay?”

“Definitely bi’…”

“Oh. Did he say something then?”

“Not exactly, but he’s talking about relationships but avoiding the obvious references.”

“So maybe he’s gay.”

“On the one hand, I don’t think he would be quite so reticent if he was, and on the other, he devours me with his eyes, just as much as he devours you…”

“Shit! Really?”

“Really! Which poses the question…”

“Which is?”

“Does he want to play, and if he does, do we?”

“Do we? Do you?”

Iain hadn’t asked the questions in a panic, he was too astounded that Felicity had asked her question at all. A whole battery of emotions then fell on him. They were kicked off by revulsion, but that was short lived. It was followed by curiosity, then arousal, insecurity and, finally, jealousy. Then insecurity reared its ugly head again and he suddenly wondered just how much of their problem did Felicity blame him for? He assiduously avoided thinking about it in those terms, usually. This was, therefore, a shock to his system, this insecurity, and the concern that maybe Felicity would seek a different solution to the problem than the much discussed IVF or surrogacy. She hadn’t answered the question yet. She’d closed her eyes again during this exchange, but now raised her head, and looked him directly in the eye.

“I think I might.”

Iain continued to hold her gaze, searching for the clue.

“But we’re…”

“Happily married and do a fine job ourselves? I know. But if we’re to remain childless, then, on some level, I need to feel more desirable.”

Iain was going to counter that with a stock reply, running along the lines of, ‘Am I not enough?” but he knew that wasn’t it. He kind of knew what she meant. In the absence of the ability to make a child, they needed to find some way to redress the balance. Was, therefore, Lance, and his tacit invitation, a kind of surrogacy? He the womb in which their love was nurtured and protected during this fragile state.

“Where is he do you think?”

“Probably waiting for us in bed.”

“That would demonstrate supreme confidence in his…”

“Not confidence, Iain, intuition.”

Lance reappeared, wearing a bathrobe this time.

“Hey you two. I think you know what I’m offering, what I want. So, it’s up to you…”

Without hesitation, Felicity got up from the seat and reached out her hand for Iain’s. He clasped hers and levered himself up, allowing himself to be towed out of the tub, across the terrace and into the living space. Lance held out robes for them both and a beaming smile erupted in his face.

“This is going to be incredible!”

Once they’d wrapped themselves in the robes, he reached out for their hands and both reached for his. He pulled them closer and when they were nearly touching, he took the half step and kissed Felicity on the lips very lightly and then moved to do exactly the same thing to Iain, who tensed and realising he had, looked embarrassed and uncomfortable. Instinctively, Felicity pressed closer to his side and Lance moved in more slowly this time;

“Let it all go.”

No man had kissed Iain on the lips before. At first he didn’t know how to respond, and imagined he must look like some wooden mannequin. Felicity squeezed his hand and rubbed his arm. By shuddering degrees he sank into the moment, an ocean-going liner, punctured by an iceberg and, thus penetrated, water fills the buoyancy tanks and she slips under.

In the bedroom, Lance spoke, “There are rules. Whatever you do to one, you do to the other. If you want to sit out for a while, that’s fine, but this is not a spectator sport. If two of us move in on the third and that person feels uncomfortable, we back off. It’s absolutely obligatory to enjoy yourself by the way,” he added, and chuckled. Soon they were all laughing and the tension ebbed away slowly. The prow of the ship no longer in view, not even a ripple on the surface.

“At first, it might be easier if we make requests. Be as explicit as you can, relish the words, the sounds and the feelings that they give you. So, Iain, would you kneel behind Felicity and support her head on your lap. Run your hands over her breasts and rub her nipples gently with your fingertips until they’re hard. I’m going to start by eating her pussy until she’s flushed and wet”. Both were mesmerised for a few seconds. “Shall we?” Lance ventured.

Iain adopted the position and it was a familiar one. He often did something similar and massaged her neck and shoulders, and he almost always ended by stroking her breasts whilst she fingered herself to a climax. Lance pushed her legs apart and then hoisted them over his shoulders, raising her up and without any ceremony he buried his face in her cunt and began eating her out. Seconds later she was moaning as the ecstasy began to froth like milk being whisked hard over a high heat. Iain gazed at Lance’s head as it moved backwards and forwards with the strokes of his tongue. Lance was kind of on all fours and his buttocks were high and his back dipped. It was a powerful back, muscular and elastic. Lance’s hands were gently gripping Felicity's waist, just beneath the start of her ribcage.

Iain was painfully hard but Felicity’s head was resting on his groin. He continued running his hands over her breasts and rubbing her nipples, which were very hard, all the while, watching her neck and upper torso turn a pinkish hue. Lance surfaced, eyes flashing.

“Iain, move your legs apart so that Felicity’s head can rest on the bed. Then, raise yourself up a little and lean forward so that you can push your cock into her mouth. Whilst Felicity is sucking you, I’m going to kiss you so that you can taste her juices on my lips and in my mouth.”

Iain complied and Felicity’s head sank between his thighs and he raised himself a little and leaned forward. With one hand he pushed down on his cock so that she could take it in her mouth. Lance let her legs slid down either side of him and he leaned forward to kiss Iain. As Lance moved closer, Iain could smell his wife on him, bitter chocolate was how he described it. It lured him, beguiled him and once he’d closed his eyes, he just imagined that he was kissing Felicity’s cunt, a cunt that had, not only lips, but a tongue.

Whilst Lance kissed Iain, he fingered Felicity, finding her spot easily and she writhed like a snake. Iain sensed the pleasure radiating out of her cunt and saw great arcs of light erupting from the clitoris like those close up pictures of the Sun during a solar flare storm. Twisting ribbons of heat and light, sometimes reaching out and dying, at other times, diving back into the cauldron. Lance pulled back slowly.

“Iain, like I said, what we do to one, we do to the other. So, I’m going to ask you to swap places so that, just like at the beginning, Felicity has your head lying in her lap and she will run her hands over your chest, rubbing your nipples and I’m going to suck your cock…”

Being kissed by a man is one thing, letting him suck your cock is quite another, but, for all his tacit screaming objections, he couldn’t help himself. They switched positions and, in the process, husband and wife exchanged a kiss.

“Not fair, but allowable under the circumstances,” Lance jested.

Iain placed his head in Felicity’s lap and smiled lovingly into her eyes. She smiled back and began to rub his chest. Lance kneeled either side of his thighs and started by first just gripping his shaft, squeezing it like he was testing the ripeness of the fruit.

“You’re incredible hard Iain. How do you like to fuck Felicity?” Lance asked just before he enveloped the tool in his mouth.

Iain squirmed a little. Felicity never sucked that hard and usually her ministrations down there left him exasperated rather than satisfied. Lance sucked like a hungry calf on a teat.

“We try lots of positions,” he managed, “but to be honest, I like it best when we fuck “missionary”, because we’re so close…”

Felicity murmured something, soft and gentle words that were inaudible. She watched Lance’s head bob has he blew Iain. She was presented with the same view of his back and, like Iain, she thought he looked like the cat at the cream bowl. Iain was beginning to raise his hips and he didn’t know what to do with his hands. When he placed his hands on Lance’s head it signalled a change. Lance pulled back and Iain groaned, still in the vortex of his release, head spinning, and legs weak. Lance looked along Iain’s body at them both.

“Enjoying yourselves?” he asked, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“Fucking amazing!” replied Iain, teetering on the brink of an orgasm that felt like it might literally blow his dick off.

“Incredible!” echoed Felicity, a little languidly.

“Okay, I’m gonna swap places with you Iain, so you can suck me off, and then Felicity will swap places with me, so you can eat.”

Here came the acid test for Iain. Being kissed and having his cock sucked by a guy felt positively ethereal but for most men that might have signified the edge of the Universe they were prepared to inhabit, comfortably, retaining their sense of masculinity. Sucking another guy’s cock was truly a step further than he had ever contemplated and though they said there was a bridge under his feet, the abyss looked pretty deep and dark.

“Iain, I know you feel uncomfortable, but it’s my cock. It’s the centre of my sexual Universe and I want it in your mouth. I won’t cum, not yet. Touch it, lick it, suck it and feast on my balls. I want you to do it. I really need you to. You know what it is to have a cock, you know it’s special…”

Following the words like a snake, hypnotised by the flute, Iain found himself in position and before he did anything he marvelled at how beautiful the thing was, engorged and throbbing, a vital root, a tuber, pulsing with life. He sank on to it and into a wholly different place. At first it was alien. It didn’t feel like a cock, but some kind of carnivorous plant, a carnivorous root, a tuber with attitude! He tasted some pre cum, unmistakeable and astringent but then the thought that the guy’s cum was leaking into his mouth drove him on. Whereas he thought he would have been sick, he sucked harder to extract more. Lance didn’t need to thrust his hips up slightly, Iain had him all. Felicity rubbed Lance’s chest and fingered his nipples until they were hard and she had the same view of Iain as she’d had of Lance. It raised the heat under the pan and her juices started to boil.

“Flic’…let my head slip down between your thighs then shuffle forward just a bit and lower yourself so that you can grind your cunt into my face.”

He’d used the name that only Iain used, but the sound of her nickname in his mouth was like a cock in her cunt.

Obedience didn’t enter into the equation, she willingly did what he wanted and after a few minutes of grinding her wet pussy into his face, she orgasmed three or four times. Hearing her cries, Iain backed off and looked up and his face was a mixture of hedonism and boisterousness. Lance signalled a short repose.

“Are we having our fun yet?” he quipped.

Felicity was floating down off the best orgasm she’d had for weeks, and Iain looked positively mischievous.

“Good! Champagne I think,” and Lance headed out to fetch it, leaving the couple like a pair of fish floundering on the beach, occasionally flipping and slapping. Quite unexpectedly, whilst they sipped, Felicity asked;

“Lance, were you always bi?”

“As far as I can remember, I was always attracted to both men and women, since puberty, without a doubt.”

“Have you had relationships with both?”

“Yes. When I was much younger, with men. Then I had a period of dating girls, and even married one for a short while. Then I had a serious relationship with a guy, but, all the time I or we’d play. These days I just do this.”

“Don’t you ever feel that you need to choose?” asked Iain, genuinely interested.

“To be truly happy, you mean? No. I have deep feelings for both sexes. Neither one nor the other can satisfy those feelings completely, by themselves. I like nothing more than having a guy’s hard rod up my arse whilst I’m pounding mine into the soft oyster flesh of a woman’s vagina…”

“Is that what you want tonight?” asked Flic’, already flushed.

“Yes, and to pound Iain’s arse as he fucks you, and basically any permutation that we can come up with.”

Iain’s eyes were popping out of his head. Lance hadn’t finished speaking.

“Both sexes touch something different and I was convinced for a long time that I was both man and woman, wanting to fuck and to be fucked. But you know, it’s not that clear cut. I am the sum of the parts, but greater than that, and I need you both. I am a man but more than man. I totally understand Iain if you feel too uncomfortable to be fucked by me, or to fuck me. It’s the ‘Wall’, as we say!”

“I don’t know how I feel yet. This is so different to how I expected.”

“We’ll take it slow. For now, I’d like to watch you fuck Felicity, in your favourite position. I might touch you whilst you are making love to each other, but I won’t get in the way. It’s very important that you, especially you two, re-affirm your bonds. I’m not angling to break them. On the contrary, I’d like to make them stronger.”

Iain and Felicity needed no further encouragement and they melted into each other like neighbouring snowflakes caught in the grip of a rapid thaw. Lance watched the undulations, the caresses, and the thrusts. Iain was a swimmer and a mountain hiker and his arse was firm and rounded. His powerful legs contrasted well against Felicity’s more slender form. She, the badminton player and yoga freak. Lance moved in. Iain raised his torso so that Lance had access to Felicity’s breasts and he sucked her nipples. Iain, for no apparent reason, caressed Lance’s head, running his fingers through the hair. Inevitably, the pace of the fuck had slowed. Whilst Lance was crouched at their side, sucking, he slid a hand down Iain’s back and allowed it to rest on his buttocks, a dead weight, which Iain felt as he rose and fell.

“Iain, shortly, I’m going to ask you to do something with me. We need to douche. It’s as intimate as it gets, but I’d like us to be completely clean before we explore further. I’d like to deep rim you. I don’t know if this is something Felicity does. If you don’t know what it is then I’ll explain. I’ll push two fingers of each hand into your arse and gently pull the hole open so that I can insert my tongue into your canal and fuck you with it…”

Iain let out the deepest and most gut wrenching howl as he shot his load.

“But before we do that, I’d like to suck your cock clean of your spunk and Felicity’s juices. And if she could squat over your face and let your load leak out into your mouth all the better…”

Lance did exactly what he had described as Felicity squatted over Iain’s face and let the load leak out which he lap up. Lance kissed him and then Felicity.

“Guys, this is perfect. You are perfect.”

The meteors, spent and glowing on the bed beside him, had no voice. Whilst Lance and Iain douched, Felicity returned to the hot tub and allowed the jets and erupting bubbles to massage her body, not wanting the nerves to switch off. Twenty minutes later and the boys arrived back and they shared a glass of champagne and Iain described the procedure to her with much hilarity on their part.

“Now, we’re clean and we can confidently explore each other,” announced Lance.

Iain was afloat, adrift on a sea of feelings that, whilst crystal clear, like the waters of the Barrier Reef where they loved to snorkel, were also murky and swirling eddies on the surface pointed to dangerous currents beneath. He was in turmoil but powerless, like a leaf on the wind, caught in the vortex.

“What do you want Felicity?” asked Lance.

“I want you to fuck me.”

Iain felt like someone had slammed a heavy door on his fingers, the words engendered the same nausea, the gut flipping instant shock wave and he knew he had visibly paled.

“Iain?” probed Lance, carefully.

“Felicity knows that I love her and if I could give her a baby, I would, I truly would…”

“She knows that, and she knows it isn’t your fault and she knows you try as hard as you can…”

“Iain, I love you, please don’t doubt that…”

“I don’t.”

“Iain, I’m going to fuck Felicity and after I withdraw my cock from her, whilst it’s still dripping wet with her milk, I’ll fuck you. Then, both my seed and her liquor will be transferred to you, deep inside you, and whatever we have to give, we will have given.”

“Please hold me!” Iain cried, like a child, and he wept. Lance and Felicity did just that. They held him, and kissed away the tears until he was smiling again.

Lance asked a pretty obvious question before he commenced.

“Felicity, do you want me to wear a condom?”

Though it contradicted what Lance had just promised Iain, it was, of course, entirely appropriate.

“I want your seed inside me Lance, with Iain’s. I know this is going to sound really stupid, but, perhaps yours will forge his sperm and my egg.”

“It doesn’t sound stupid Flic’,” interjected Iain. They’d practically tried everything else: from Felicity douching with rainwater, to Iain sitting on a pile of seaweed for three hours, butt naked. They exchanged looks that wove friendship bracelets around their wrists, and then, conscious that Lance had been side-lined, they kissed him, together, and gripped his cock with their interlaced fingers, in some kind of bizarre hand-fasting ritual. From his look, nothing anyone had done before had ever moved him. Something broke away, like an iceberg being calved from the glacier.

As foreplay it brought his cock up to rigid, not cold blue ice, but a searing red hot ingot. No more words were spoken or needed, and he fucked Felicity through the whole gamut of sexual emotions. At one point they were crazed with laughter, at another, sobbing pitifully. They ended in flesh-flaying howls and Iain thought it was probably quite a good thing that Lance lived in the penthouse.

“Iain, before I subside; if I ever subside again, I want to fuck you…”

“How?”

“Lay on your back with your arse just over the edge of the bed.”

Iain complied and Lance was swiftly in front of him, hoisting his legs, bring is arse up.

“Felicity, put some lube on your fingers and work it into Iain’s hole.”

She did and the thought of those gold and jewelled nails sliding into his anus, sent ripples through his abdomen. His anus sucked greedily on her fingers.

“When I say, breathe out hard,” advised Lance.

He positioned himself with the head of his cock poised like the sword of Damocles.

“Breath out hard Iain!” He did and his heavy, hot ‘huff’ was cut off in its prime by the instantly and totally mind numbing thrust that literally took his breath away and almost stopped his heart.

He mouthed “Fuck!” He was momentarily in the eye of the vortex, a beautiful serene place that was silent and when he looked up he could see the sky. The moment lasted a second or two then he was catapulted into the black hole, the kaleidoscopic, psychedelic, magical mystery tour that was the death of his anal virginity and the birth of something quite unexpected.

Chapter Three – The morning after

They’d crashed in a tangled heap of limbs, exhausted in every department.

Felicity woke first, a man either side of her, cradling her and they looked like wings, protective wings, cossetting her body, their heads nestling into her neck. Three thoughts flitted across her mind. The first; “what the fuck had they done?” The second; ”why the fuck hadn’t they done it more often?” And the third; “would they do it again?” She was pretty sure that she wouldn’t want to do it again with anyone except Lance. She had another thought, which centred round the fact that a complete stranger had fucked her, and her husband.

Iain and Lance woke almost at the same time and they viewed each other across her upper body, smiling wickedly, both as hard a dog iron. As yet there were no words, just some languid stretching and casual caresses. In silent accord, Iain and Lance moved and latched on to a nipple and sucked. Both extend a hand down to meet at Felicity’s lips. They gently pulled her apart and the cool air on her wet tissue made her gasp. Each of the guys inserted two fingers and they fucked her until she arched her back and in four or five shuddering spasms, floating back down like a feather. Flushed, breathless and wet, she lay semi-comatose as they finished sucking her nipples and then licked each other’s fingers. Both were rock hard but she didn’t think she could take anymore and with no apology, slipped out from between them and headed to the shower, looking back to catch their admiring glances.

Iain dived on Lance’s cock. Lance grabbed his head and pushed down and thrust into Iain’s throat.

Not long after he groaned, “Fuck! Iain, I’m gonna cum…”

Iain had pulled back slightly and captured the pearls in his mouth, and whilst Lance was laying there, eyes closed, he kissed him and transferred to the load back to him.

“Breakfast in bed!”

Lance just grinned, still with his eyes closed, “Fuck me Iain, please…”

This was the last step to be taken. He’d been sucked, he’d sucked, he’d been fucked and now he was being asked to fuck the guy who had bewitched him, hypnotised him, seduced him and totally conquered his heart.

“Lube me up first,” Lance whispered.

Iain complied, pushing two fingers into the passageway, feeling the tightness lessen a little. He was amazed at the sensation of the muscular tissue trying to mould itself around the intrusion.

“Don’t think of it as my ‘cunt’, please don’t think that, it isn’t how I feel about it. Some men do, but I hate the allusion, it’s so demeaning to women. It’s my arse and I want your cock buried in it…”

Pushing his cock into Lance’s arse was nothing like pushing it into Felicity’s cunt. They fitted together differently.

“OH! Stop right there, you might not be able to feel it, but that’s my prostate. Nudge that for a minute or two. Oh Jesus!”

Lance raised his arse a little to change the angle of entry and Iain raised himself and rested his hands on Lance’s lower back, pinning him down. The thrusting became animalistic and wild. Iain was breathing hard and glistening with sweat, the rhythm was becoming ragged as he approached the point of release. After a final concentrated effort, he felt the contractions begin. The feeling was like jumping off a cliff and he wasn’t sure he even had a parachute strapped to his back, let alone the presence of mind to pull the chord.

Each spasm ejected a thunderbolt and lightning. And like lightning, the heat zigzagged across his guts and up his dick to end in a burst of power that felt like a fire cracker was going off. The last hot dollop was ejected and he slumped forward onto Lance’s hot, slick back. Two or three seconds later he caught a movement out of the corner of his eye, and, turning a fraction, allowed him to see Felicity walking back to the bathroom.

After that, save a kiss from Lance, things got normal as showers were taken, clothes were found and donned, coffee made an appearance and before long, the trio was sat around the kitchen counter, sipping drinks and scoffing scrambled eggs with ketchup.

“So…” started Lance, actually lost for the appropriate words. A ‘thank you’ sounded crass and patronising.

“Thank you, Lance,” said Felicity, and it sounded sincere and endearing coming from her.

“Yes…” began Iain, “thank you…” yet he wasn’t quite sure what he was thanking Lance for. Certainly more than he realised, albeit, realisation was dawning.

“You don’t need to thank me. I had the craziest best time for a very long time. But you do need to stay in touch. I was going to ask you, Iain, if you wanted to play squash this week. If you can look after yourself on Thursday evening, I’d like to take Felicity to the opening of the new production at Sadler’s Wells”.

“Ballet! I love the ballet and Iain always takes me under sufferance.”

“Perfect then!”

“When did you want to play squash?”

“Wednesday at four o’clock, at Hardy’s.”

“I can make that.”

“Great!”

And that was settled.

The couple drove back home in a quiet, contemplative mood. To all intents and purposes, they were a couple driving home from a party the night before and, perhaps, a little hung over and tired. Such dark forces swam beneath the manicured top layer, like the earth beneath the sod, revelling in its fecundity.

It was Saturday and they cheerfully got on with the Saturday stuff, until, later in the day, they broke for a drink and, quite naturally perhaps, discussed everything, in minute detail. There was no judgement, it had not been their last supper and no one was being crucified, titillated to a degree, as they recounted actions, reactions, thoughts and feelings. Yet, amongst it all, there was a nut, an acorn, which had split and a green root tip was poking out.

“Will you play squash on Wednesday?” asked Felicity and Iain supposed she was looking for the confirmation, such as she sought within herself, that the relationship was something that they did actually want to pursue, and if they did, for what reason.

“Absolutely! You’re gonna go to the ballet with him aren’t you?”

“I plan to.”

“Good. He’s a decent guy amongst everything else. A little dangerous, but perhaps that’s what we need right now…”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because for the greater part of the evening, I didn’t allow myself to be consumed by the ‘lack of sprog’…”

Felicity twiddled with something for a moment.

“Neither did I. Is that selfish?”

“Hardly, sweetheart!”

“I’m glad we did it and I’m really looking forward to doing some different things, like the ballet, but, I wonder how often, if ever, we’ll do the other thing?”

“When we all want to, if we all want to”.

Unbeknown to Iain, Felicity wasn’t asking how often ‘we’ll do the other thing’, she was asking ‘how often do you think you’ll do the other thing?’ The acorn was his acorn, not their acorn, and she, being a woman, was a good deal more intuitive than him.

Save various texts to confirm arrangements, they had no further contact with Lance until Iain turned up to play squash on the Wednesday at Lance’s club in Wimbledon. Whether suppressed through some latent fear or self-loathing, Iain hadn’t mentally replayed the fucks over and over, then acorns take some time to grow into mighty oaks.

Chapter Four – Squash

“Lance!” Iain hollered across the car park, catching sight of him, one row and twenty cars away. Lance turned, smiled and stopped to wait.

“Hello, Iain!”

“Hi…”

Lance swooped in to place a kiss on the unoffered cheek.

“So glad you could make it. How’s Felicity?”

“Just fine, thanks. How are you?”

“Ready to get hot and sweaty!”

Iain just chuckled as they headed into the club, where Lance signed Iain in, and grabbed them locker cards and towels.

“Winner buys dinner,” Lance threw out, as they found the changing room and the lockers, which were adjacent.

“Where’s the incentive in that?” queried Iain.

“I don’t need any more incentive!”

“That confident?”

“Club champion…”

“Shit!’

They got hot and sweaty. Iain put up a brave fight but squash wasn’t his usual workout, but he had the stamina, if not the lightning speed around the court. Lance beat him, but not without some effort, which he appreciated.

“Well played. I do have the unfair advantage because I play a lot.”

“I thought I was fit” heaved Iain, as they gathered their things.

“You are…”

And he missed the ‘double-entendre’.

They headed back to the locker room and started to peel off the clinging wet togs.

“I did enjoy it. Thank you,” Iain said.

“You’re welcome. So where do you want to eat?”

“Oh, you were serious?”

“Of course!”

“Let me text Flic’ and tell her I won’t be back until later than planned. Not that she was cooking tonight, because she’s having her nails done and a facial.”

“She is a very beautiful woman,” and Lance’s comment was not tagged with, ‘you lucky bastard’, as Iain might have expected another man to say.

“Yes, she is. I’m very lucky…”

During this time they’d disrobed completely and, picking up the all-in-one, headed off to the showers, which were communal, not set up as stalls as seemed to be the fashion almost everywhere else.

They reached the outer room where there were toilets and hand basins. Along one wall, leading to the shower room, were pegs for the towels. Lance whipped his off with a flourish and headed straight in, commandeering a rose nearest the end where there was a lowish window with a sill, upon which he stood the bottle. Iain went for a piss and headed in, positioning himself directly opposite Lance, taking advantage of the same window sill, that stretched across the entire width of the room. He stood under the rose for a minute of two to get thoroughly wet and to allow the hot water to ease the burning muscles. He turned to look for the bottle on the sill. Grabbing it, he squeezed a dollop of the gel into his palm and lathered his hair, using some of the excess to wash his face and neck. Up to this point, he hadn’t taken any notice of Lance. When he rinsed the suds from his hair and face he was aware of Lance’s gaze, who was standing facing him, allowing the water of his shower to run down his back.

“So where do you want to eat? Or do you want to come back to mine and order takeout?”

The offer wouldn’t normally have registered on the ‘danger’ scale. It did, above ‘7’. Iain didn’t answer straight away.

“Iain…”

He heard his name, but didn’t trust his mouth to convey the words forming in his brain.

“Iain…” Lance repeated, “what’s wrong?”

“I’m…scared.”

“Of me?” And the tone bore no trace of incredulity.

“No…of me…”

A minute passed without words.

“What are you afraid of?”

“Getting into something I don’t understand, which I like.”

“Are you afraid that you’re becoming attracted to me?”

“No. I’m not afraid of that; though I am. I’m afraid that I’m beginning to need something that I never needed before…”

“Fucking men…”

“Fucking you…and you fucking me…not just men, you in particular.”

“You don’t think it’s just novelty?”

“No…”

“What would help?”

“Hold me!”

Lance stepped over immediately and wrapped his arms around Iain, who kind of slumped against him. Lance propelled him backwards until they were resting against the wall of the shower. He cradled Iain’s face with one hand, rubbing his back with the other.

“Just say ‘stop’…”

“I can’t.”

Sensing some returning control, Lance turned Iain so that he was flat to the wall and slowly he descended, grazing his lips over the wet skin until he reached the swollen root. Iain hadn’t soaped up, so his groin was washed clean of sweat but the scent of sex, trapped within the confines of his underpants for the day, enveloped Lance’s senses as he enveloped the pulsing tuber. Iain’s resistance, meagre as it was, got washed away and disappeared down the floor trap.

“Lance, I’m gonna cum,” and the words had barely left his mouth as the strands began to eject themselves like someone had let off a party popper. His legs, weakened by the sport and release, couldn’t bear him and he started to slide down, dragging himself out of Lance’s mouth in the process.

In his elated and frail state, Lance fucked him. The heat of the water and the man above him made him languid, and, in relaxing, Lance found deeper places, mole tunnels, and spaces between the twisted roots. Both lost and found. Lance rolled off and allowed the shower to hammer down on him, washing him clean.

“C’mon…” he urged, and Iain assumed he was concerned that someone would happen upon them, and only then wondered why he hadn’t worried about that for the last fifteen minutes.

“Yeah, someone might come in.”

“No danger of that. I booked all the courts for the early evening session.”

Iain just laughed, beaten on and off of the court.

“Let’s go back to the apartment,” Lance ordered, phrased like a suggestion.

They dried and donned their clothes and then drove in convoy to the block in Battersea. Once in the lift, Lance pulled Iain to his chest and demanded to be allowed to kiss him. Iain broke off quite quickly.

“Lance, what’s happening?”

“Well, though it’s as rare as finding a pristine English Rose Kitchen in a ‘fixer up’er’, I believe we’re falling in love.”

“Felicity’s gonna cut my fucking bollocks off.”

“Felicity already knows and understands.”

“What!”

“She saw you fucking me and realised that you were enjoying it more than you enjoy fucking her.”

“I love Felicity.”

“Yes you do. She, and I, both know that too. She is going to be upset, but very happy for you, and happy for us.”

“But you’re…”

“Ready to make a commitment? Don’t ask me for how long but I’ll try very hard.”

“Why choose?”

“If I’ve unlocked something in you, then you have unlocked something in me, another level. Maybe my need to be with a woman will catch up eventually, maybe it won’t. We’ll all still play together though seldom.”

The entered the apartment and headed automatically for the kitchen area. Lance dragged a bottle of wine out of the fridge and poured them both a glass.

“I need to tell Felicity.”

“Tomorrow morning. She’s knows you staying over tonight.”

“How?”

“I texted her to let her know.”

“Shit! Wasn’t that a little presumpt-“

“Not on my part. She told me, and I just confirmed it.”

“I hardly know myself.”

“You’re emerging into a whole new world, Iain, as am I to a degree, so let’s take it nice and slow.”

“She gets lonely if she’s by herself for too long…”

“We’ll take care of her, together.”

“Won’t that get confusing?”

“Not if we’re honest.”

“I don’t feel very honest at the moment.”

“In reality, you’re being remarkably honest. Let’s have a bite to eat. C’mon!”

Chapter Five – Breakfast at Felicity’s

They’d already booked the day off, because Felicity was going to Sadler’s Wells with Lance, and she wanted to get ready in a relaxed fashion. Iain suggested that he might go and see him mum in Barnes. So when he and Lance got up there was no rush to get ready for work.

Lance brought him a coffee in bed and informed him that the hot tub was on. He just smiled, his eyes weren’t even open yet. He joined Lance, already in the tub.

“Good morning!”

“Good morning,” Iain returned, looking dishevelled like someone had used him like a duvet.

“I have some questions to ask you, nothing very serious, but, important nevertheless…”

“Okay.”

“Do you want to live somewhere else? We don’t have to live here.”

Iain cocked an eyebrow.

“Here is just fine,” he grinned, but then something occurred to him, “I still have to support Felicity…”

“Of course you do. I don’t need any money from you for this place, it’s bought and paid for. Sure, for things like food and…”

“Electricity,” said Iain pointedly.

“Yes, a tad high. Perhaps we’ll limit ourselves to three dunks a week.”

Iain got serious;

“At first, maybe we shouldn’t make too many big decisions.”

Lance looked at him intently.

“It’ll just stress me out. I’m still married to Flic’ and…”

“If it goes wrong you want-“

“No! I didn’t mean it like that,” Iain panicked, “big decisions usually freak me out.”

“Agreed. This is probably big enough for the time being. Treat this place as your home. It is your home, all the time you want it, want me…”

Iain was going to say ‘and vice versa’ but that was pretty obvious. Instead, he recommended, “I’ll let Felicity decide what she wants. If she wants the house, then I’ll let her have it.”

“There will be some big decisions, but nothing we can’t handle if we all agree to talk and to be honest. Like I said, we’ll look after her.”

“She might meet someone else.”

“As could you, or I.”

“Perhaps someone else can give her a baby.”

“I think she’ll try the IVF first. I really think she wants you to be the father.”

“That may have been true before last night.”

“No. It’ll be true for a good while longer. She still loves you, and you still love her.”

“And you…”

“And I, you, and to a degree, but less, her.”

“What does that mean?”

“That we’re all incredibly lucky.”

Iain left not long after and the butterflies would not stop fluttering as he anticipated how it was going to be with Felicity. Not two steps inside the door and she launched herself into his arms. The embrace and the kiss spoke volumes, every word a picture and for every picture a thousand words but there were still some things that needed to be said.

“I’m sorry Flic’, I didn’t…”

“Shush, it’s okay. I know it’s all weird and wonderful right now, we’re grown-ups. I know you want to be with Lance, that you’re falling in love with Lance. I still love you and I know you still love me.”

“We’ll look after you.”

“We’ll all look after each other.”

They had a coffee whilst Iain painted her toenails. He loved painting her toenails, it reminded him of painting Airfix models as a small boy.

“After the performance tonight, I’m staying with Lance. You need to see your mother. She’s ready for the news.”

“What do I tell her?”

“The truth. She always appreciates the truth and we’ve always told her the truth. She won’t stop loving you Iain.”

“Do you want me to sign the house over to you?”

“One step at a time sweetheart. There’s no rush and when we feel like a big decision needs to be made, then we’ll talk, all of us, together.”

The butterflies flew off.

They spent a good deal of the day packing up some of Iain’s things, albeit it felt to him like he was packing to go away on holiday. None of the memorabilia was moved and he knew Felicity still wanted it around, for the time being.

Mid-afternoon he went to see his mum and told her the truth. She said something odd, at least it sounded odd at the time, “It’ll be because of Gerald.”

Only later, whilst chilling out alone at home thinking, did he realise that she meant that his new found ‘state’ was in part due to the fact that his identical twin brother had died at birth.

He spent the evening alone whilst Flic’ went to the ballet with Lance and stayed over. He didn’t know if they would have sex, he felt it was unlikely. He knew they would talk into the wee hours. Felicity was always more shrewd than he was, more intuitive and more ‘knowing’. He wondered just how long she’d waited for the moment to arrive.

Chapter Six – Eighteen days later

Roughly three weeks later, actually, eighteen days later, Iain was taking a shower and Lance came rushing into the bathroom.

“Get dressed as soon as you can…”

“Why?” he replied alarmed.

“Felicity needs us.”

“What the fuck has happened?”

“Nothing bad I gather, but we need to get round there A-SAP!”

In the car, Iain asked, “What the fuck did she say?”

“GET YOUR ARSES ROUND HERE PRONTO!”

“She’s not answering the phone…hurry Lance!”

“Don’t worry, it’s not something bad, I have a feeling.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, just nothing bad.”

They arrived and Iain rushed in, trailing Lance.

“FLIC’!”

She emerged from the bedroom, looking pale but she was smiling.

“Felicity, what’s wrong?”

Lance was inside by now and had closed the door.

“I was sick this morning.”

The words registered, and for a second Iain was puzzled.

“Is it serious? Perhaps it was something you ate-”

“Iain! I was sick this morning…”

He looked at Lance, searching for clues and then back to Felicity.

“Iain, I was sick THIS MORNING!”

The poor lamb needed it spelt out, and Lance whispered it in his ear.

“You mean, you were sick this morning, you had morning sickness, like pregnant women get in the early stages and this is due to hormones and it means you’re having a baby and that we’ll be parents and you’ll be a mum and I’ll be a dad and Rupert John will arrive in time for Christmas and my mum will be a grandma and...”

It’s difficult to speak when you’ve got two people trying to kiss you at the same time!

“We’re having a baby…all of us” announced Felicity, once they’d broken off.

“Oh my god! I don’t fucking believe it.”

She took hold their hands and placed them on her stomach and said, “Believe it!”

Chapter Seven – The pregnancy

If Felicity could have gotten away with it, she’d have wrung both their necks at times. Two clucking, mother hens were what she had now, and if she had to fetch a cup of tea from the kitchen, it was as much as she was allowed to do.

“Guys!”

“What is darling?”

“Relax…I am having a baby, but only a baby. I’m not giving birth to the fucking Universe!”

“You are Flic’…our Universe.”

Iain was becoming quite poetic.

She’d given up work. It was easier in the end, and less embarrassing than having Lance sit in the car outside the office all day, ‘in case anything happened’.

At his insistence, Felicity had moved into the penthouse because he didn’t work and was there most of the time. Iain carried on working but eventually started to his own company, so he could spend more time with them. Lance designed the diet regime and the exercise regime, and emptied the Baby departments of both Harrods and Selfridge’s. They all went to the pre-natal classes and surprisingly were not the only threesomes. There were two other women with two men carrying her in on a sedan chair. In one case, the woman was the surrogate for the gay couple, and in the other, a similar situation to themselves, albeit, they weren’t sharing. The ‘husband’ had come out and left, and then the ‘wife’ had asked him for a baby as part of the divorce.

Felicity was adamant that she wanted the baby at home. This caused both men to engage ‘overdrive’ on the worry box. Lance enquired if the top obstetrician and paediatrician in the country could move in too.

Sex was off the menu, at least for Felicity, but that didn’t stop her getting Tantric massages and a ring side seat when the boys wanted to play, and she insisted they did, because they had offered to abstain.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I like watching. I’s better than ‘Strictly’ at the moment.”

For eight months and two days things continued as abnormally as ever. One evening, both guys needed to go out, which was exceedingly rare.

“I won’t be late,” promised Iain, “just call me.”

“And me. I’m only going to be gone two hours.”

“Guys! Just go. I’m fine, and almost all new babies are late. Please go out and don’t rush back. I’m going to have a dip in the hot tub and then lie down with that new CD.”

“Did you get any more twinges?” Iain enquired.

“Braxton Hicks, that’s all they are darlings. Now go!”

The boys left and Felicity pottered around and an hour or so later put on the hot tub which really helped with her aching back. She put the music on and had it play out on the terrace. She got herself a glass of the fruit juice Lance made fresh every day and popped herself in the tub to completely relax. She phoned Judy and Sarah, and then Iain’s mother. She had to hang up on Maureen because the battery in the handset died. Once she’d rung off, she tossed the phone onto one of the loungers and dozed off for a bit.

Popping the plug of mucus and feeling her waters drain out was enough to wake her up. At first she thought she must have dreamt it. Then the first contraction hit and it was all she could do to breathe. They came in quick succession and it was impossible to reach the phone but then she remembered it was dead anyway. Things were definitely on the move and going a lot quicker than she’d been led to believe.

“Christ! Of all the bloody nights for the two of them to go out, they choose tonight!”

She went to clamber out but the contractions were so close she didn’t dare risk being on the steps in case she fell backwards.

“Well, I’m gonna have a water baby…”

Perhaps it was the yoga or the Tai Chi for pregnant women or any one of the hundred courses Lance had her enrolled on, but, the final stages weren’t so bad. It was bad enough, but since there wasn’t a guy around to rant and rave at, she just concentrated on breathing and let Mother Nature take her course. When she felt the baby’s head emerge she panted to stop the urge to push until the big surge came, and then she pushed and out it came, out of one amniotic sack, straight into another.

For a second she lost the plot, and the baby was swimming around attached to her by the chord, but she couldn’t reach the little bleeder to get its head above the water. It broke the surface itself, like a baby seal. Of course it cried, briefly, Felicity cried too, a lot, especially when she found out it was a boy.

“Hello my angel. We were going to call you ‘Rupert John’ but I think I’m going to call you ‘Kingsley’ and before you ask, yes, you have one mother and two fathers. With a bit of luck, one of them will be home soon.”

Lance was back first and Felicity felt a pang that it wasn’t Iain. He dropped off his stuff and wandered through to check on her. He found her in the pool with the baby in her arms, smiling broadly.

“Holy shit!” he said, without any trace of panic.

“The phone’s dead. Can you call the doctor?”

He did and Iain and then found a “snap shut” bag closer to clamp the cord. Thirty minutes later the doctor arrived to supervise the birth of the placenta, and she and Lance cut the cord just as Iain made it through the door.

Chapter Eight – Menagerie

If they’d been bad enough with her, it was nothing compared to the fuss the two men showered on the baby, and to be fair, her still.

“Guys! Let the poor little mite sleep in its four thousand pound cot at least once before it outgrows it!”

“He loves falling asleep in my arms though, and I hate it when he cries,” pleaded Iain.

She was fighting a losing battle. Not so the battle to regain her figure and fitness, which she never really lost. Lance was adamant that she follow a strict diet and exercise routine to return to the lithesome Princess they both adored. She breast fed Kingsley like she planned and when she did, and the guys were around, they all held each other and created a living and breathing nest for the ‘string bean’ to lie in. The nickname was Iain’s because the infant was long and thin and when dressed in his pea-green baby grow, looked like a runner bean, and when curled up, a broad bean. Felicity called him ‘Kingsley’ and Lance called him ‘my lovely’ or ‘cherub’.

But the baby was most definitely…well, no one was entirely sure who the baby took after. They could pinpoint with certainty where he took after Felicity, nose and upper lip, hint of dimple in the chin and smallish ears. The question of paternity rose like a deadly, silent fallout cloud and threatened to engulf them until Felicity had the best idea.

“Chaps…we have to register Kingsley’s birth and they will want to know the name of the father. So, until it’s absolutely vital that we determine who his biological father is, I suggest that we put ‘Iain-Lancelot Pendleton-Smythe’…”

Both men cogitated for a moment. Lance was afraid that if it was proved that Iain was the baby’s father, then Iain would go back to Felicity and abandon him. Iain was afraid of the same thing.

Lance spoke first.

“If Iain’s initial comes before mine in the father’s Christian name, then I would like my initial before yours in his surname.”

“Agreed,” said Iain.

“So…’Iain-Lancelot Smythe-Pendleton’?”

“Yes!” they chimed.

In the end, they all changed their surname to ‘Smythe-Pendleton’.

By the time the baby was six months old, it was clear that domestic arrangements also needed to be sorted out. Felicity could see that, despite the bliss, Iain and Lance were not really growing as a couple and their nest didn’t really suit her either because, as much as they loved her, they loved each other more, though they all loved Kingsley best.

“Guys...” Felicity issued the summons over Sunday breakfast, “...I’d like to go home next week.”

Stunned silence ensued.

“Everything is going to be fine, but you two need your couple time and space, and I need my own space.”

“But, we’ll still see you right?” quivered Iain.

“Of course darling, all the time.”

Lance was surreptitiously grateful for the command. He knew Iain loved him but he never had him all to himself and though that was not how he’d lived most of his life he knew he wanted to see how they grew as a couple. He couldn’t be sure just how long this ‘I prefer men’ stage was going to last and he also wanted Iain to experience their relationship as just a couple, with Felicity a permanent feature in it, just not always in their bed.

They moved her back and set up a rota of visits to help and babysit, not that Felicity went back to work for the company. She set up her own consultancy business and worked from home. When clients needed her to work away from home, and sometimes abroad, she left Kingsley with the guys.

A few weeks later the pair were in bed, just before lights out.

“She was absolutely right of course,” stated Iain.

“Felicity always is more shrewd and intuitive than either you or I.”

“I miss her and the baby, but I’ve got you all to myself and it’s exciting!”

“I miss them too, have no doubt, but I need you to myself too. I was afraid, am still afraid, that this ‘phase’ won’t last and I’ll crave a woman’s body just as much as I crave yours.”

“How do you feel at the moment?”

“Absolutely positive that I want you and only you.”

Iain slipped a hand down between them and grabbed the ‘nuclear tuber’ as he was apt to call it.

“I need you…”

“If I fuck you will you promise me one thing?”

“Anything Lance,” Iain replied, suddenly very serious.

“That you’ll fuck me.”

“I promise.”

Epilogue

For six years Iain stayed with Lance, and together they looked after Felicity and Kingsley. The guys explored every facet of the gay male couple. They had the odd evening with Felicity but it was more a bonding session than just rampant three-way sex.

At the end of the sixth year, Lance began to feel differently and even Iain picked up on it.

“Has our time come to an end?”

“I have to say that I think it has.”

Iain went off to travel and teach in the Third World for a while and Felicity and Kingsley moved in with Lance. Ostensibly they were a straight couple and they never played with anyone else. That lasted six years roughly, and then Iain came back. It ignited a fuse in both Lance and Felicity and without discussing it, he moved in and things returned to the bliss of the start.

Kingsley was totally unfazed. They were always completely honest about their feelings for one another and, of course, they all loved him. That situation continued for about three years and then something serious occurred. Kingsley developed cancer, and ultimately it was only a bone marrow transplant that was going to prevent him from dying. The marrow of a sibling was better than anyone else’s, but, no donor could be overlooked.

“We all need to get tested,“ announced Felicity.

“You know, it’s kind of immaterial in a way, but I’d also like to find out which one of us is Kingsley biological father.”

“Iain?”

“I agree.”

They never did work it out from his looks. He took after Felicity so much. They did the tests and then the short waiting game started.

Iain was beyond that point where he needed Kingsley to be his. One of the reasons for his travels was to avoid thinking about that too much. Lance loved Kingsley just as much as he did, so it didn’t matter. He wondered why Lance had suggested it now, and figured, deep down, if Kingsley died he wanted to know whether he was burying his own flesh and blood. It was for that reason that Iain had agreed.

It just so happened that the result of the HLA matching, and the result of the paternity test, were made available on the same day.

Kingsley was deteriorating so the matching results were more important in a way. It didn’t follow that any of them would be a good match, it could just as easily be a perfect stranger. All three were waiting in the consulting room for the specialist.

“Good news!” he announced, the second he was through the door. All sat up and leaned forward. “Though it doesn’t follow, Lance is the best HLA match we have found on the database.”

He burst into tears and it was some minutes before the other two could leave his side.

“We need to schedule you to come in Lance for the donation procedure…”

“As soon as possible…”

No one could be happier with that result, and they told Kingsley before hopping off to Harley Street to see the doctor who’d undertaken the paternity test. He looked bemused.

“Stanley?” queried Lance.

“Sorry…I’m still wondering if the result can be relied upon and I know it’s theoretically and genetically possibly, but it’s exceeding rare…”

“What is?” chimed in all three.

“Kingsley is a ‘tetragametic chimera’…”

“A what?”

“He is the result of two eggs, fertilised by two sperm, which fused together. It usually occurs in fraternal twins and sometimes as a consequence of artificial in vitro insemination…”

“So, we’re both his dad?”

“The simple answer is, yes…”

Table of Contents

Author’s Note

Chapter One – A night out on the town

Chapter Two – A night to remember

Chapter Three – The morning after

Chapter Four – Squash

Chapter Five – Breakfast at Felicity’s

Chapter Six – Eighteen days later

Chapter Seven – The pregnancy

Chapter Eight – Menagerie

Epilogue