Our Decades of Open Marriage: Part 72

I Meet Ivy

 I recall years ago watching a movie set in Belgium during WW2.  Two middle aged men were talking over a game of chess. One asked the other about his wife and the man just casually mentioned that she was off with her lover.   The hearer just nodded and they went on with their conversation as if nothing unusual had been said.  The scene was not critical to the story and the first time I saw the movie I actually missed the meaning of the dialogue.   The film maker was making a comment on European relationships and sexuality, but said it so obliquely that I’m sure most people missed it.

I thought of that bit early one morning in mid-February 2015.   You see, Paula had left two hours early for work that day so she could have a round of morning sex with James who was in town for business the night before.   It was nothing special, just a routine couple of hours of pleasure & comfort before she started her work day.   So without any more comment, she got up and dressed in her work clothes. While she did her make-up, we chatted.   It was all so normal.  No giggles or embarrassment as she kissed me good bye. 

After she left I thought on how odd this all would seem to someone on the outside.  I didn’t have the slightest twinge of jealousy about her early morning rendezvous.   Perhaps just as significant I didn’t sit up imagining what they would do and what it would look like.  I know that it is a very popular fantasy for men to imagine watching their wife with another man.  I see blogs devoted to that idea. However, lying in my bed listening to her car drive away, it didn’t even occur to me to fantasize about what she would do.  Because what was happening had become as fully normalized as it is when she goes to work without that side trip.

Then I asked myself for the 100th time, why men get so jealous.  After all she’s just having sex, it’s not like she’s robbing a bank.  More than just having sex, she’s going to be with a man whom I hear her say “I love you” on the phone nearly every day, so it is far more than a casual fuck.  But still, I struggle to imagine why I would resent that.

Monogamists see polyamory as exotic and erotic only because it is forbidden to them.  In reality, open marriage is just like any other form of everyday life once it becomes normal. However, unbeknownst to us, we were about to become de-facto monogamists.

A series of events in short order brought an open-ended hiatus in our routine of having sex with other people. The first was that James and his long estranged wife decided to give married life another try. It seems just being around us made him lonely and wish he could have with his wife the kind of relationship we have. When he told Paula about it she put her foot down. She would not be the "other woman" and said while they could still be friends they would not date anymore, and most definitely would not have sex.

While this might seem difficult for Paula it was not. She dated other men for the zing of the new relationship and the simple fact was that the zing had gone. Sometime later she explained to me that the relationship had gone stale. Initially she thought about seeing some of her prior lovers, but that never happened. First I had surgery on both of my feet. When the first began to heal well, the surgeon worked on the other one. As a result from the spring to the onset of winter I was effectively immobile. She was wonderfully attentive and did not want to go out with me confined to bed. 

Second our daughter became pregnant with our first grandchild. Paula spent a good deal of time helping our daughter prepare for the baby then afterword she began babysitting two or three days a week so that our daughter could keep her career (even if part time).  We love our new role of grandparents, but it simply crowds out some other things.  Then I was diagnosed with renal (kidney) cancer. Of course that again pushed back any thought of us dating.

Some twenty-five years before we agreed that we did not need to be monogamous and that had not changed. Open marriage is not and has never been about actually having sex with other people, even though she's had sex with roughly fifty men and I've been with about twenty women over the years of our open marriage.  The point of open marriage is the freedom to have sex with other people if we so choose. For the entirety of 2016 & 2017 neither of us had a sexual liaison with someone else. At the time we even thought that perhaps we never would again. That open ended approach was fine for those two years.  However, the week after New Years in 2018 Paula said she would like to set up a new account on the swinger website and start dating again.

Our first date with a new couple came a week or so later. We had a nice time but Paula just didn't feel any spark.  Several more dates and over a month passed and while Paula had spent a lot of time chatting with guys and couples, there was nothing beyond that. In late February we had a date with David, a retired college professor. We both really liked him and thought this would be a good bet, but we would not be available for at least a week.  Paula's birthday was the following Wednesday and I had rented a cabin in the mountains for a few days.

Over the past half year or so Paula and one of her workmates had begun to do things together outside of work. That led to a close friendship. She and Ivy were the only two workers at Victoria's Secret who were over fifty and both love to talk about sexual things and both were married but had sex with other men. I'd heard the woman's name quite a bit, but had never met her, but when Paula suggested we invite her to come with us I agreed.

To make it clear, Ivy and Paula were not on any sort of path to becoming lovers. While the woman was married in a "don't ask, don't tell" type of marriage, she was not interested in women. 

So, when Paula's birthday arrived the three of us headed up to the north Georgia mountains. Through Airbnb we'd gotten a cabin right in the heart of a National Forest about a half hour from the tourist town of Helen, Georgia. On the way up Ivy was quite the chatter box. Not that I minded, but it did give me a good idea about what kind of person she was. Like us she had a background in very conservative Christianity, but had begun to spread her wings after her two kids were grown. She was still married and her husband knew she was no longer monogamous but they did not talk about it. In the past three years she'd had three lovers, one was very serious. That relationship of almost two years of meeting her lover twice a week had opened her eyes to what sex could be. For over thirty years sex had been five or perhaps ten minutes of her husband on top pumping her with not a thought of her pleasure. Her experience with her long term boyfriend and two flings had shown her it could be so much more.

Then she began to work at Victoria’s Secret and she changed how she dressed and behaved at home. Gone was the dowdy conservative attire, in was sexy. In the summer before I met her she had begun to sun in the nude by their back yard pool.  While they had a fence, from the road the pool deck was visible due to the slope of the hill. From the very first day Ivy did not care if the neighbors saw her naked, and they did. She soon got the reputation of the woman who sunned nude. However her husband was appalled that she had sullied their reputation as good Christians.   For her part, Ivy, didn’t care one bit.  She was done with playing the part of the meek obedient wife and mother. She was going to live.

The only time her nude sun bathing had been a problem was in early September she was sunning by the pool as it is still quite warm in South Carolina that time of year. A school bus stopped for a drop-off on the part of the road that overlooked her pool. Looking up, she could clearly see the kids pushing their faces to the window to look at her. She decided it would be polite to wave. They waved back. She was amused and laid back down...until the police came to the back gate of her yard.  Undeterred she opened the gate wide and stood unapologetically as the young policeman gaped at her nudity.

She asked what was wrong and he explained the bus driver had called in a complaint.   Ivy didn’t back down. She stated that she was in her own back yard with a privacy fence all around. He repeated that the bus driver had been upset, but conceded that she was within her rights. Then she began to flirt shamelessly. 

After that day she was sure in her conservative town’s police department everyone would soon know about her nudism at her pool. Sure enough, a few months later she was in a fender bender and the policeman who wrote up the report came on to her right off. The next week she fucked him in a public park barely hidden from view.

All in all this was the kind of person Paula is attracted to.   Much to my surprise Paula asked Ivy if she wanted to invite the guy we'd had dinner with the week before if he wanted to join us for dinner. Ivy thought it was a great idea but insisted that Paula let him know that there was no guarantee of sex if he drove up to see us.

A shot I made from the front porch of the cabin

We arrived at the cabin at about 5:00. It was very nice and the view was amazing. It was completely equipped and as we already knew there was just one bed for the three of us.  David had said he would make it by about 6:30 that night; but it was raining and the fog was thick so I told the girls it would likely be more like 7:30. I was right, he arrived right at 7:30.

I was surprised that he had brought bags indicating he was going to stay the night. While that made sense, he had not asked if the dinner invite also included an overnight stay.  A second problem became evident when before we had even left for dinner Ivy pulled me aside and let me know she was not at all attracted to David and that Paula would have to put out of there was to be any sex.   This was not off to a good start.

The upside of inviting David was that he actually knew this area and in the dark, rain and fog it would very helpful to have a navigator. We had a great time at a pub near a college campus.  Paula and Ivy were both dressed to show off their ample breasts and were shamelessly flirting with the college guys.  Before we left they had all but set up a date to meet a couple of guys for sex on their campus.  All the way home they laughed how close they’d come to getting laid by the two young men. They both agreed had David and I not been there they would have done it.

The trip to town was very fun. However all during the trip to town and back David was making increasingly direct sexual come-ons to Paula. I knew how much she hates pushy guys.  I was quite worried by the time we made it back to the cabin.

Ivy, however, proved to be a real joy to be around. She was very bubbly and talkative even before she began to drink. Once she'd downed a couple of fireballs she lost all her inhibitions.  She repeatedly told us how much she had found she loved going naked and liked when people saw her. Once she'd started to drink she told us about the man with whom she'd had an affair. She told how he was the first man to tell her she was pretty. She was quite insistent that her husband had never once in thirty-five years told her she was sexy or beautiful. The fact was she was both. And at fifty-seven years old she had a figure that would make a woman half her age green with envy.

We talked for well over an hour and eventually Paula went to the bathroom to get changed for bed. The fact she did not change in front of us let me know that she was not likely to want to have sex with David.  After Paula returned, Ivy went to do the same.

Now all night Ivy had been talking about going naked, but clearly she was getting into night clothes. So, I thought I'd call her bluff.  Other than the bathroom, the cabin was just one big room, so I went over to the bed and took off all my clothes then returned to the recliner in which I'd been sitting.  Paula and David began to laugh seeing what I had done as we waited for Ivy to return.

When she emerged from the bathroom wearing a mesh jersey but no pants she just continued her talking.  Paula asked "Do you notice anything?"   She didn't even notice Paula's hint. It took several more minutes before she finally realized I was nude.  She said "Well!" and jumped up and pulled off her top revealing a very attractive set of "b" cup breasts. She then tried to get Paula to get naked but with no success. I knew by then Paula was not going to lead David on by taking off her clothes.

Ivy started into a rant about her ex-lover then went and flopped on her stomach on the bed. As Paula and David were busy talking I went to join Ivy on the bed and asked if she was OK. She move toward me and asked "Is this OK with Paula?" I really thought she meant just being on the bed, so I assured her it was. Moments later her arm was over me and we began to kiss. After a few minutes, she said she wanted me to go directly ask Paula if it was OK if we had sex.  I did so and of course Paula looked over to her on the bed and said it was fine with her for us to do anything she wanted. Now, since I knew she'd had too much to drink, I decided I should not actually put my penis in her, but just kiss and snuggle tonight, then tomorrow in the light of day we could talk about screwing.

So I went back to the bed and soon her panties were off and we were making out with abandon. It had been several years since I'd been skin-to-skin with another woman like this; and Ivy was one of the most attractive woman with whom I'd ever been in bed.  I made a point to pace our actions and spend time touching her all over.

 Paula who was on the couch witch sat a few feet from the foot of the bed came over and told Ivy again she was free to do what she wanted, and that I would not push her to do anything she did not.  We resumed our kissing and she wrapped her thighs around one of mine and she rode my leg to her first orgasm. It was pure pleasure to feel her body on mine like that.

When she'd recovered she looked over to Paula and David and they were now both watching us on the bed. She promptly told them to get naked and get busy before rolling over to take my penis in her mouth.  Soon we were in sixty-nine laying crossways. Ivy clearly wanted to give Paula and David a clear view of what we were doing.

She had the smallest labial lips and clitoris I've ever seen. The only word for her sexual parts was cute. Using all the skills I had developed I pleasured her as she gave me a deep throat blow job.

Eventually she looked up and told me "Well at least they are kissing now."  I did not look up but kept kissing and licking her. Not long after she sits up and says to Paula, "Did you know your husband looks just like Jason" referring to her ex-lover.

So we sat up and took a break while she told how all the men she'd had sex with in the last three years had been bald just like me and how attracted she is to bald guys. She again tried to get Paula to get naked and have sex with David, but Paula finally said clearly that they were not going to do that. 

Ivy responded with "But it is so weird having sex with my best friend's husband while she watches."

Paula again assured her that it was fine. David added that they were enjoying watching us on the bed, which Paula seconded. With that answer Ivy seemed satisfied and we went back to slowly kissing, caressing and talking.  She asked how many women I'd had sex with. I told her a couple of dozen and she again said she'd only had sex with four other men, including her husband. Then she corrected herself, "I guess I've had sex with five men now indicating she included me." 

I was in no hurry so I took my time to kiss her throat and the sides of her neck and her breast. She clearly was enjoying the pace and sensuality of our time as much as I was. It took some time before she again gripped my thigh with hers and began to rub on me. She began to moan and I began to help by pushing up with my thigh. The moaning got louder and finally I rolled over and began to use my weight to press my leg into her crotch as her hips pushed up to me. Her climb to orgasm was long and loud then finally she crested loud enough to make the cabin echo. I pulled her tighter and kept rubbing down on her. A good half-a-minute after I thought she was done, she shuddered again. I kept working her and then she shuddered once more and as she did so, I climaxed and ejaculated on her and on the bed. I'd cum with no direct stimulation of my penis at all.

We both lay with our bodies entwined for the longest time. Just laying with her like that was perhaps the highlight of our erotic encounter. It was only when Paula crawled in the bed with us did we untangle.

David slept on the couch while the three of us shared the bed. The next morning we set up for our photo shoot.  There was no question that David was frustrated and because of that Paula did not get undressed until after he left.  Since it was raining we spent nearly the entire day shooting on and off. Ivy kept saying over and over how she did not like having her picture made, but was always quick to pose. It was rather funny.

We went through all the props and outfits we'd brought. The vast majority of the photos were of Ivy which was what Paula wanted. By mid afternoon she was saying how hard modeling was.

That night we all just crashed with no sex at all, but none of us felt it was necessary. The next morning the rain had stopped so we went for lunch in the town of Hellen before heading back home.

All in all, we’d had a great time.