The Prodigal Son (of a b***h)

[Temple]

Monster, sweetie, I know we all laugh and joke alot but I really do want you to know how much I admire you. Some people have truly beautiful souls and you are one of those people. I know the kind of love that you are talking about as that is what my husband and I have for each other and I agree, far be it from me to ever deny anyone that experience whatever the circumstances of it.

Now, tell us a story...

 

[oicu812 - chargeback]

i'm still new to the board and can honestly say i didn't realize these kinda relationships existed-permantly- or was possible without jealously.. but i find it really cool!!!! i find these storeis EXTREMELY interesting and i LOVE 'em!!! i got my boyfriend to read this thread and whenever he was thru he said"are you trying to give me a hint?"

 

[The_Monster]

Now, tell us a story...

Ok, ok. Pull up a chair kids and let Ol' Uncle Monster tell you stories to thrill and amaze. Stories of triumph over adversity and the struggles of one large ugly man and his obbsession with being a pretty boy model-type.
Once upon a time on a night much like tonight, .... ah forget it...

Anyway
So unbeknownst to me, the WWF was in town (I dont watch wrestling so I didnt know it and as the story progesses youll realize that this fact is why I was sort of oblivious to what was going on), and the wives and I were out at the mall. Its a rather upscale mall and happens to be my favorite of the many malls I frequent (it has a Kenneth Cole, Armani Exchange, and a boutique that carries some of the newer designers that I like).
So we're walking through the mall. Im dressed casual, a black stretch shirt (you know what I mean? I cant think of what theyre called?) CK jeans that might have been a wee-bit too snug, a black visor and tan Timberlands. My hair is bleached blond and doing its own thing over top of the visor my goatee freshly dyed black, and Ive got a matching set platinum chain and bracelet on. Some days Im uncomfortable dressing in a way where I stand out... this wasnt one of those days.
The two of them are dressed a little flashy too, and looking damn fine!
So I have one of them on each arm, kind of strutting... mabye more of a swagger? Heh heh, anyway...
We pass a group of kids, mabye 12 years old. Theyre looking at us and whispering, and my first thought is "Oh crap, is something hanging out of my nose?" I then figure mabye my zipper is down, casually check and its not. So I assume theyre laughing at me (hey, Im insecure, what can I say?).
Im a little bothered by it but try not to let it ruin my time.
So the little bastards are following us now! We go into stores and they stay a discreet distance back and wait, all the while talking to each other. We leave the store and they follow again.

After a while we somehow lose the kids, much to my relief. We eat dinner and head back into the mall, and as we approach the valet parking area the kids are there.
We get closer and theyre whispering and conspiring among themselves. Finally it seems that theyve made a decision and are making their move.
They shove one of their group forward and he approaches us.
He walks up and Im thinking "Aw shit, what am I gonna do. I cant whip a 12 year olds ass, I'll be in jail!"

The kid approaches and stops in front of me and says "Uhh, sir..."

I wait a second and say "yeah?"

To which he replies "Can I have your autograph?"

Now mind you Im not adverse to giving out autographs, but I didnt think my sexual exploits had reach this level of noteriety yet! So I say to the kid "Umm, why do you want my autograph?"

He says "Arent you Scotty Too *something or other* from the WWF?"
Well, I couldnt help but smile at that but I told him that Im sorry, Im not. He went back to his friends and they were all kind of sad when they found out, it made me feel like a jerk.
If I had know who the hell he was talking about I might have faked it, but I dont really know.
So for about two days I refered to the wives as either my "valets" or my "wrestling flousies". Id try to get them to open doors for me and claim it was thier job as a valet...
But I let it drop pretty quickly, when you sleep naked between two women you dont push your luck.

So that was my fifteen minutes of fame I guess, even though for fourteen of them I didnt know I was famous, and technically I dont know who I was supposed to be? Hell, if that really was my fifteen minutes of fame I got SCREWED! DAMN!



Well, thats the wrestling story. Next I'll either tell the one about me being drunk and taken advantage of at the hotel (and photographed) while being coerced into doing a private karaoke show for the two of them, or I'll tell you about the rukus that occured when I tried to get some "intimate" photos of the two of them developed at a one hour photo place. Lets just say the envelope had the words "some of the photographs were not developed due to content" written on it...

Well, its time for bed, but first I need to eat.

 

[The_Monster]

oicu: The three of us are all pretty odd. I think thats why it worked out the way it did, sort of like "fate"???
Ive been involved in other threesomes (not permanent ones of course and not with either of the two of them) and they never end very well. Unfortunatly jealousy ended up being a factor and none of us speak to one another any more.
Its a risky situation to embark on (just to be honest with you), it can either lead to increased intamacy (as is the case with us) or to the complete destruction of any intamacy. My friend and her boyfriend tried and she said she never felt like the intamacy she had with him was there again (she blames me, as if I had convinced her to do it, but I dont care, I know shes hurt).

As for me, Im constantly on my toes making sure I treat them both fairly, give them all the time they need, never let any argument turn into a two on one (it can happen when two of us have the same opinion, so I dont want the other person to feel picked on or teamed up on)... sometimes its a very strenuous thing to do!
But then I'll come home after a bad day and feel like Im falling apart and be on the edge of losing it, theyll hug me and tell me I love you and suddenly everything seems worth while.
They know me better than I know myself. I have little periods where I get very emotional and

(if I may digress for a moment and explain... I lost my father very suddenly not long ago. He was fine on day, then feeling dizzy the next. We took him to the hospital and they discovered he had a brain tumor. The next day they scheduled a biopsy, we all talked for a little bit and then let him rest. They put him under and did the biopsy, he never came out of the anesthesia. He lay in a coma for 5 days twitching and convulsing from the pressure on his brain, the doctor told us that he is making no voluntary movements and is at the absolute lowest level of resposivness. IF he wakes up and IF chemotherapy were successful the tumor would still take him in about 4 weeks-6 tops. As were his wishes, we asked to discontinue life support. The doctor said if he didnt respond by the weekend -2 days away- that he would be in the situation where brain damage could be occuring. So we set that as the day. After life support was disconnected I stayed with him and my mother there for 2 days, at that point I had pretty well fallen apart. My mother asked me to just not come up the next day since I was pretty much in shambles. A day and a half later he died. I havent faced it, I havent accepted it, I havent been able to even come to grips with it. This is actually the first time Ive come anything close to talking about it. Everyday I spend a large amount of effort blocking the entire ordeal out of my mind, but at night when Im alone I get bad. I go from crying uncontrollably to being so mad that I dont know what to do. It ends with me sitting on the floor of the bathroom, sick to my stomach and shaking like an idiot. I cant go to my mothers house without feeling like Im falling apart, and I can barely be around my mom because I think of her being without him and it makes me wish I was dead.
If youre wondering, yes I am quite dramatic! )

[continuing from before the digression]

have the little "episodes" that I mention above. The two of them are the ones to hold me together, they sort of pick up the pieces. I feel ridiculous because of it, but they claim its one of the reasons they love me.

So for whatever I give them they are giving back to me ten fold.

All these things are what went into making this work. I dont believe it would have if any one of us were different people in any way.

Well, now that Ive brought the mood of the room down...

Really though, I dont know why I said a lot of that, but I guess it just kind of illustrates that we arent ordinary people, so an unordianry relationship suits us.

Geez, rereading this is depressing. Dont let it kill the thread, I DO have more stories. The good kind, too!

 

[oicu812 - chargeback]

i had to go back to this thread and reread the incident where your wives are intoxicated at the store.... it makes me laugh everytime...

**** waiting patiently for another exciting story****

 

[Texas Guns]

Monster, may I just say that you are a truly amazing man, and in a forum such as this ( women's forum) you can freely express without being called a wuss (sp?)

I truly understand your pain as I am dealing with the same loss that happened exactly a year ago. Except I was there holding her hand, stoking her hair, singing and reading to her, and telling her it was alright.....it was alright to go...as she left her body and died. I was the only one there and is the most precious yet traumatic moment in my entire life...I will never recover or be the same again.

But you, there helping wife #2 with her sickness, holding her and crying with her......she has no idea how much that is helping you heal as well. With your dad you felt helpless like there was nothing you could do......at least now you can help the one you love who is so terribly sick by just being there for her.

Don't know why I am sharing all this, but hope it helps you understand and deal with your "episodes" a little better. I know that since that death, I am a better mother....I want to be everything she was to me and more. She left a legacy behind and it is up to me to carry it through.

Now back to the sex stories!!!

Mrs. TG

 

[The_Monster]

I'll have a story to tell later. Ive been running around for the past couple of days and havent had a chance to really sit here. I was just checking mail right now and decided to pop in.


*sigh* well, off I go

(I'll probobly relay the story about the photos, karaoke, and my underwearless "towel kilt" night for you all later, its embarrasing!)

 

[Temple]

<taps foot> I waiting.........

 

[oicu812 - chargeback]

me to, me to.... (tapping, tapping, tapping)

 

[The_Monster]

Oh yeaaahhhh... damn ADD!

Lets see, I have a couple of minutes so I'll give you the drunken photos story.

We were on a trip (of sorts), so we had a hotel room to stay in. We're in the room and theyre drinking (I rarely drink, so when I do it doesnt take much), theyre bugging me to drink and "join in the fun".
So they produce a bottle of my drink, Alize Red Passion (the only other thing is Guiness Draught, but Ive recently aquirred a taste for Don Pablos Marguritas...). Im not even half way through the bottle and Im already pretty well messed up.
When I drink I get... umm... lets say... "easily influenced".
So were talking and sort of messing around (which is another instance where I am "easily influenced". So theyre getting stupid and start messing with me, pulling at my clothes and climbing on me. Theyre trying to strip me and Im having a hard time stopping them. I tell them I have to go to the bathroom and they let me go (number one, not number two...).
So Im standing there in front of the toilet going, and WHAM! They kick the door open and rush me! So here I am trying not to pee on the floor (or myself) as Im ambushed.
I manage to stop going and theyre both gropping me (I should have peed on 'em... would have served them right!) and laughing at the fun theyre having. I manage to push them out of the bathroom and brace my foot against the door so I can finish (they were both laying into the door trying to dislodge my foot).

I get out of the bathroom and try to make it to the bed when I am unceremoniously tackled and forced to the floor. One grabbed my legs, the other jumped on my back and down I went. Im pretty intoxicated at this point and unable to defend myself!

Before I know what is happening (I'll refer to them as "V" and "M" for convienience sake), M has my pants undone and V is pulling them off.
So there I lay, naked from the waist down scrambling for something to cover myself with.
I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist. This led to them saying I was wearing a kilt and made them start in on me by calling me a big leprechaun. They kept asking me "Is it magically delicious?" and things like that.
I cant help but laugh, so Im at even more of a disadvantage because I cant keep my head about me (from laughing and drinking.)
Then the battle for the towel began!
V takes out a camera and M dives for the towel. As it whips off of me V snaps a picture. Then they would take turns trying to tackle and untowel me while the other took pictures.
I couldnt do much, because when I would try to defend myself they would say "Oww, your hurting me!" and Id get scared and stop, and they would snap the towel off of me and take a picture.

They managed to get picture of me trying to hide behind a table, falling off the bed ass up in the air, a picture where I thought I was slick and hiding behind the table, but my ass is exposed because I was standing in front of a mirror.

So eventually it seemed they were getting bored with terrorizing me and settled down. We were laying on the bed together and relaxing, M starts kissing me and such, and takes my shirt off and gets her shirt and pants off. V gets up and refills her drink.
M takes off her bra and stands up to slip out of her panties... it was then I realized the tragic error I had made.

V had not come back to the bed after refilling her drink, but I didnt notice. So when M got up (allegedly to take her panties off), she walked over to the dresser and grabbed the damn camera again and started taking pictures of me laying there naked!
All I could do was swear and roll off the bed.
It resulted in some rather undignified shots of me curled up naked on the floor trying to cover myself with a pillow

So that finally ended and we got down to business. They must have been in a picture taking mood, because they took turns with the camera then. While I was "doing it" with one, the other was taking pictures, I was only semi-aware of this at this point. Eventually I took a couple of them... but I digress.

So some time passes and I forget the events of that night, Im sent to the store to pick up the pictures we took at the zoo and had took in for 1 hour processing (or so I thought).
(well, you know where tis is heading, but I'll continue anyway )

I walk in and the fat woman behind the counter is looking at me all crazy. I go up and say the name and she walks away in a huff and returns with 3 envelopes of photos. She says "Theyre not all there. There were 'problems' with some."
Being basically oblivious I say "Ok" and pay and leave, she doesnt say have a nice day or anything.

I get out to the car and look at the front of the first envelope. It say "Due to content, some photographs were not developed."

I open it up and see that its the pictures from that night! They developed all the ones of my ass and me naked and such, but a review of the negatives shows that they basically would not develop the negatives into photos of any picture that had penetration (be it orally or vaginally) or the two of them where oral "business" is evident, or (and this is probobly just the prudishness of the fat photo developer lady) any picture of them making out (theyre naked but nothing is in anywhere?).
Needless to say they got a good laugh out of that and I do not go to that store anymore...