Chapter 15 Ménage à Trois

Yes, boys and girls it does happen in Bartlesville. I had just agreed to a separation with Future Ex #1. I was living on South Cherokee, a block or two from the Frank Phillips Mansion. Judging from what I've heard about old Frank, he would have been proud of my exploits in the bedroom. The first threesome occurred one night when I had decided to leave my nearly empty house and have a beer. I had just returned from a 4 week stint in Montana during which my Ex # 1 had just moved to an apartment on the east side. The empty space and the echo in the partially empty house had gotten depressing, so I decided to go out for a beer before turning in. For a change, I drove to old country bar behind the motel at the corner of Woodland Loop and 75. I can't remember the name of the place. But it was a nice enough and had live music and always seemed busy. I think it was a Wednesday night. I parked my pick up; I hadn't bought the MGB yet and was driving an old F-100. I walked in behind two young women who looked to be having a good time. They were laughing and giggling. I bought a can of beer and was standing by one of the ivy covered drooling lion fountains hanging on the wall. You know the ones where the water runs from their mouths in an endless stream into a basin beneath. I had just about had enough of the band and was ready to leave, when one of the two gals I followed in came up to me asked me to join them. I sat at their table. They seemed to know a lot of people as they came and went over the next hour. I danced with them in shifts as they socialized. Every time I was ready to leave, they would want a dance. Near closing, I really was ready to leave, but one of the two wanted one more dance. WI was dancing with the young woman I'll call Deborah. She said that her friend, Diana wanted to go home with me. She hummed and hawed, then said "Well we both want to go home with you." A light went on in my head. So be it. I talked with her a bit more to make sure they were sure and this wasn't just a big put on. I still was not convinced that I wasn't just being set up for a joke. Well I gave them directions to my house and we left at closing so no one would see us leave together. I was fully convinced that I would see their headlights turn off somewhere between 75 and Cherokee. But no. they followed me to the house and asked that I let them pull in ahead of me. Now mind you. Everyone, and I mean everyone that I knew, knew where I lived and Cherokee is busy street. So if there was a strange car in my driveway, someone would bring it to my attention sometime later in the week if not that same day. If my ex wife came over to claim bedroom privileges everyone would ask about it. So it probably was not a bad idea for them to park in front of my truck. I am here to tell you that there is etiquette for threesomes in the bedroom. You do not want to play it by ear. So for future reference, Rule Number 1 is do not focus on one of your partners more than the other. Spread the attention, than even means undressing. In the event, they were novices like me, so were not terribly proactive. I had to undress them, a bit here from one, a bit there from the other. Rule Number 2, undress yourself. This really speeds things up. You don't know how delicate it can be when you have to undress two women and not play favorites no matter how much you might like one over the other. Rule Number 3 participation by all is mandatory. Think about it. If the women don't take the initiative while the guy and other gal are busy things fall apart. Three people, everyone has to be involved or someone gets left out, and that can be a very very uncomfortable feeling. So as you can imagine this kind of thing is not for the shy or faint of heart. We all have hands and mouths so use them. The man in the mix can only do so much at one time. LOL. Diana was much more into it than Deborah. So once things got started, I guess she felt left out and not being proactive, felt completely left out when Diana and I started getting into it. I can leave it up to your imagination to figure out what I am talking about. Well Deb wasn't the imaginative type, so after the preliminary book end oral sex, she felt left out and went in the living room. Diana and I finished but I couldn't coax Deb back in. So after about 2 hours the fun was over and they left. All was not over though. Find the conclusion under the Chapter: Diana.