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 How did I get here, to a room that will soon contain both my current and a
past lover?  I have crossed back across the wobbling spiral of my life,
brought two seemingly separate, divergent paths together.  Paths that I
thought were parallel, or staggered, never meeting, are about to converge.

   I have this larger than life man beside me, Bruce, his hand is on my
thigh, I hum under his touch.  Images of the bright eyes of my fomer lover
dance in my mind.  We drink silently and we wait.  I am convinced that if I
concentrate long and hard on the jewelled patterns in the wine, I will have
the strength to make my biggest curiousity a reality.  To this bright suite
have I been escorted by a man I love and lust.  Driven by love and passion.
Wanting to teeter on the very edge, the very height, of ecstasy.  Wanting
to please two men I adore, and for them to please me.  A past love
returning to make something we had dreamed about a new memory.

   Bruce touches my forearm, bringing me out of my reverie.  He looks a
little worried, so I smile at him.  He raises an eyebrow.  I smile once
more and mean it.  He is everything.  His level grey-eyed gaze unnerves me
a bit---I feel such warmth and excitement in his presence.

   The perfectly-timed rap at the door startles me.  I turn to Bruce,
thinking perhaps I should have scripted every single moment after all.  I
feel a slight uncertainty.  His look is calm yet slightly questioning.  I
tilt my head down a moment, collect myself, rise and walk to the door.  A
little wobbly on my heels at first, but I recover.

   The slightly open door reveals the other him, a lover from long ago. 
Familiar yet---not.  He suddenly turns his head to meet my inquisitive gaze
around the edge of the door, a gesture I remember well.  He grins, and I
smile a little weakly.  So much time and so many events separate us from
our last meeting.  Now as then he has such a huge presence.  I think to
myself that he and Bruce are alike that way---tall men with big
personalities.  Such life emanates from them both.  Both will be mine for
this stolen hour.

   I feel it is not appropriate to hug as we might have if we had we met on
the street.  Somehow I need to make this businesslike, as if I am greeting
a contractor.  It is a sort of contract, an agreement for a certain
service. Implied silence and discretion.  Assured given our past.  Despite
our differences and eventual parting of ways, I trust him.  I know that he,
like Bruce and I, is curious about a threesome involving two men and a
woman.  I knew he would be willing.  Although our attraction to one another
never went away, neither of us would be so stupid as to suggest getting
back together.  There is no danger of complication or entanglement.  He has
his new independent life, a status he fiercely maintains as he continues a
long line of lovers and explorations.  Me, I have my new relationship and
no regrets.  This is the perfect scenario so why not explore it.  So I
smile nervously at my past love as I say hi, nod and turn back towards
Bruce.

   I wobble a little on my heels as I try to walk slowly yet assuredly to
Bruce and the sofa.  The men nod at one another.  I wonder if they will
shake hands, but they do not.  That seems fitting.  I almost fall as I sit
down right up against Bruce on the sofa, and giggle a little.  I go to pick
up my abandoned wine and he takes the glass from my hand and sets it back
down.  Bruce places his hands on either side of my face, looks intently at
me, this beautiful man that I am so drawn to, then he kisses me deeply.  I
respond eagerly, vaguely aware of the watchful eyes of our guest.  I am so
tipsy that the room feels like a pleasant rocking sea, with Bruce as my
captain.  And a former lover behind us with the rudder who will help steer
our course.

   Bruce pulls me onto his lap and undoes the buttons on my blouse.  My
former lover shifts in his chair; he loved my breasts.  Before opening my
blouse, Bruce rubs around my nipples softly with the palms of his hands
through my blouse, then pinches my erect nipple between his fingers.  He
takes off my blouse and kisses my breasts as I rise up on my knees.  I push
my breasts into his face and he sucks my nipples.  I bend down to kiss
Bruce, and he scoops me up in his arms and takes me over to the massive
King bed and its immaculate satin cover.  I cannot wait to mess up these
sheets---they are too pristine.  Bruce lays me down quickly, straddles me,
then takes off his shirt.  I love it when he takes off his shirt, he has
such a taut chest.  I inhale deeply, and writhe under Bruce.  As I go to
kiss his chest and his biceps I catch a glimpse of my ex, slouched in his
chair, rubbing at his crotch, staring at us.

   I catch Bruces eye, gesture over towards my ex and start to wriggle down
the bed so that my ass is at the edge.  Bruce moves off me and stands at
the end of the bed facing me.  He firmly pulls my skirt down over my hips,
then rolls down my stay up stockings and takes them off along with my
heels. Bruce takes my feet and places them on his shoulders, turning to
kiss my ankles and then gives me a wink.  He goes down on me, and I start
to fondle my breasts.  My former lover stands, takes off his pants, and
comes to the side of the bed.  He strokes his hard on as he sucks and pulls
on my nipples.

   Bruce grabs the nearby wine bottle.  He pours wine on his fingers and my
pussy and ass.  He returns to my centre, he licks my ass.  I sense I am
ready so I roll over onto my stomach.  My ex takes a step back from the bed
as Bruce stands up and takes off his pants revealing a huge erection. 
Bruce sits beside me at the edge of the bed, strokes my back, then lays
back on the bed with his knees bent and legs parted wide.  I get on top of
Bruce and take him inside me, then bend at the waist to start kissing as I
ride him.

   There is a tube of lube on the bed that my ex opens and spreads on
himself.  He stands behind me, places his hands on my buttocks and parts
them, then slaps me.  I slow my riding.  My former lover slowly enters me.
I gasp and look wide-eyed at Bruce, from whom I catch a momentary look of
concern quickly followed by pleasure as he sees my pleasure.  I smile and
toss my head side to side with glee, then kiss Bruce and nip his lips and
play with his tongue.  I feel so full and so incredibly turned on as the
men synchronize their rhythms.  My men.  Mine mine mine I repeat to
myself---then whisper in Bruces ear before nibbling and sucking on his
earlobe, You are mine mine mine.

   Almost simultaneously we all speed up our rhythm.  I feel I could cum at
any moment but want to wait for one or both of my men to cum.  Bruce starts
to arch his back, close his eyes and moan----he is close.  Then I feel
myself start to let go, I cry out and slump against Bruce who is now
shaking in bliss.  Baby baby he murmurs, you were fantastic.  My ex starts
to slam against me hard and grabs my buttocks again, groaning.  Then he is
still.  My former lover pulls out and walks back towards his chair.  I am
so wet, I feel warmth oozing down my thighs and up towards my belly.  I
pull up my legs, roll onto my left side and hug Bruce tightly, stuck to him
with sweat.  He bends his head to kiss my forehead and puts his arm so
securely around me.

   I am aware of my ex putting his pants back on.  I open my eyes and catch
his gaze, then weakly smile.  He blows a kiss, winks and strides out of the
room, softly closing the door behind him.  The room is still bright and I
feel my body pulsing in waves, bulging ellipses dancing in the joy of the
present, the future and the past, all at once.  I close my eyes, sigh long
and deep, smile and drift off to sleep in the arms of my new love,
remembering the feel of two loves inside me.  Always inside me.