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 One+Two+Three = Sex Prime By: Beenthere (C)2011 (M/F, et.  al.  eventually)

   Prologue: A continuing saga of love, sex and other perversions written
for the sheer joy of composing imaginative scenarios in my perverted way.
Nothing is fact and resembles reality only in my mind.

   To all the loyal readers at ASSTR:

   I have received numerous monthly reports from ASSTR.  showing a fair
amount of reader activity to my stories.  Enough that it is evident that
some have followed the stories from beginning to end.  I wish it known,
that as a serious writer willing to spend many hours conjuring, developing,
pain staking editing, and finally uploading for your use, I feel cheated
that not a soul has responded in kind even to reprimand me for the work
being tripe.  Hence forth I will continue to upload material for readers to
enjoy or hate with one exception.  I will edit each submission but leaving
the file incomplete pending at least one readers response, pro or con.  If
I cannot inspire the readers to reply, then it is best that I discontinue
offering my stories to the group.

   One+Two+Three = Sex Prime By: Beenthere (C)2011 (M/F, et.  al. 
eventually)

   The Beginning Chapter One

   Ben had survived a long marriage when suddenly he was a bachelor again.
He really missed the companionship that went along with married life.  He
rattled around the house, too big for a single man until he realized there
was a way around his problem without trying to form an permanent attachment
that he was not ready for.

   A simple ad in the daily paper to share his home with another couple
wouldn't cause him either a financial or sentimental burden.  He
interviewed several applicants not knowing what type of people he was
willing to open his home to.  'I guess I will know when I find the right
ones', He thought.  He glanced at his watch and wondered if his five
o'clock applicants would show.  When he had made the appointment both were
on the phone and her pleasant voice and Mark's confidence assured him that
they were a stable couple without personal problems to interfere with his
daily life.

   When the doorbell rang he still jumped as it broke into his heavy
thoughts.  Mark and Charlene were a fiftyish couple, exuded confidence when
they entered and Ben sat them in the living room.  He liked them
immediately.  He offered to get them something to drink and Charlene rose
with a grace and said, "Let me help." She swished her auburn hair away from
her face and snuggled his arm firm at her side.  It was a warm day and all
had settled on cold beer as a choice which suited him fine.  He retreived
the cold bottles from the fridge two at first and turned to place them on
the counter.  Charlene was near and reached beside him to help with the
third.  Her breast brushed his hand and he felt a tingle at the contact. 
She smiled at the contact but showed no other reaction.

   They walked side by side and arm in arm as they returned to the room
with Mark.  One drink followed by several others, a tour of the house and
yard and soon the hour melted into three as they laughed, told and shared
their get acquainted stories.  A bond of friendship was quick to form and
Ben knew these were the ones which he would be comfortable sharing his
home. They expressed their satisfaction with the quarters that would be
their private space and quickly the joint decision was made to seal the
deal.

   They were too far from their belongings, had drank too much to drive and
quickly Ben offered they spend the night if they wished.  Gratefully they
accepted.  They would gather their personal belongings tomorrow it was
decided.  Charlene offered to prepare a meal if Ben agreed.  It was too
long since he had enjoyed dining with others he was eager to accept.  He
and Charlene started what preparations they decided upon and Mark dutifully
set an orderly table along with tall tapered candles and a fresh flower
centerpiece he composed from the yard flower bed.

   The dining experience bonded the trio into solid friends with an unusual
comfort of each other's company that was amazing to them.  "Coffee in the
living room," Ben offered.  He latched onto a bottle of cognac he had been
saving for years and carried in along as they all moved together.  He
poured the golden liquid into the crystal goblets.  They swirled and warmed
the liquor and sipped the fire into their mouths.

   Together they sat on the smooth leather couch.  He felt the heat of
Charlene's legs pressing against his thigh.  He looked at Mark trying to
see if there might be a problem with her demonstrating such affectionate
and open gestures toward another man.

   "You looked so lonely when we arrived, is there anything we can do?"
Charlene patted Ben's shoulder and seemed to draw his body toward her. 
Mark also seemed to show the same concern.

   He had enough to drink to loosen his tongue, he blurted forth his
lonesomeness and reluctance to befriend others.  Her hand increased
pressure on his shoulder until his head was resting against her chest and
she wrapped the other arm around his neck.  The warmth of her bosom was
stimulating, even in it's innocence.  He had drank enough to stagger
slightly as he rose to his feet.  Charlene supported him until Mark came to
her aid.  Together, they led him to his quarters.  As they eased him to his
bed, he tried to show his gratitude toward his new friends.  Mark unlaced
the shoes as Charlene loosened his tie and shirt front.  They covered him
with a light blanket and turned the light out before they left his room.