Daddy, Boyfriend & Me: Her First Romantic Menage

by S. L. Finlay

  “Why have you thought about it?” I asked, this all being so out of the blue for me, and so not how I imagined this conversation going.

  “I thought about it after the guy from work told us he was a swinger.” Joel told me.

  “You wouldn’t mind that lifestyle?” I asked, although I knew in my heart I really wouldn’t want to be involved with a heap of people, or even to have sex with a heap of different people. I just asked the question because I felt like he had been so generous with loosening the reigns for me that I wanted to understand what it was he wanted.

  “No. I wouldn’t. I only want you. Actually, I think it’s hot if you’re with someone else too, it meant what I’ve got, other men want. It makes you seem, more desirable almost.” He told me.

  “But, if I am doing more than just having sex with them, other men have me too.” I told him.

  “Oh yeah, never thought of it that way.” He told me with a self-conscious chuckle.

  I nodded, “No.” I said, taking a sip of my coffee then. “Do you want some time to think about it?” I asked Joel.

  “No, you can go for it. I have already thought about it.” He told me.

  But still, I gave it a little while before I made my move, just to be sure. Also, because I didn’t quite know how to put the moves on the boss. But William would make it simple enough for me to put the moves on him in the end.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  It took me a while to actually open myself up to the idea of seeing both men, and of putting the moves on William. In part it took a while because I wanted to be sure that Joel really was okay with things and that he wasn’t just telling me he was okay with things. Then, to make the mind-set shift from being the girl who only ever dates one boy at a time to the woman who dates as many men as she damn well pleases took some time as well.

  By the time I was ready to enact my dreams, Joel and I were spending a lot of time together. We would stay at one another's places and were basically living in one another's pockets. We were at that early stage where everyone around you calls you a couple, but you have not quite gotten used to calling yourself a couple just yet. Add in the fact that Joel had made it clear that I could take another lover, or even another boyfriend, and things were all so new and so exciting all at once that I felt like I was walking on cloud nine, and I hadn’t even taken another lover yet. Just the thought of both men was enough to make me happy, it seemed.

  I would go to work and flirt with William - who I hadn’t actually told I had a boyfriend, but who I was sure if he asked around would hear about Joel from someone but would be unlikely to do so with the way I was talking to him - my flirting started out mild and seemed to be reciprocated. William even seemed surprised that I was doing it at first in the sort of way that told me he was happy with what was happening.

  In no time at all, the sexual tension between William and I was palatable. At the same time that it was frustrating working with this man who I found so sexy, it was also incredibly hot and exciting to go into work and feel desired by my boss, to flirt with him felt like we were doing a dance together or playing a sexy game no-one else knew about. We were both discreet, and it was a wonderful feeling. Every look, every smile, every covert wink.

  The three days that I went to work were something that I oddly looked forward to. I really enjoyed working with him, and I knew he did me based on how we would interact.

  One evening after a particularly busy day at work where I hardly got a chance to talk to William let alone flirt with him, he called my phone after work.

  Unsure if his phone call was about work or a personal call - yet of course hoping it was a personal call - I answered with a safe, “Hi, Mel speaking.”

  “Hi Mel.” Said William in a voice that sounded both relaxed and happy. I could hear the smile in his voice as he asked me, “How are you?”

  “Yeah good, yourself?” I asked, trying to sound breezy and light.

  “Not too bad. Hey listen, I wanted to ask you something.” He said, his voice sounding a little strange.

  “Sure, go ahead.” I said, feeling the nerves mount inside my body. What was he going to ask me?

  “I wanted to ask, would you be offended if I asked you out?” He asked.

  My breath caught in my throat. This wasn’t real was all I could think, it’s too perfect to be real! I grinned wide then had to stop myself before I spoke, knowing the grin would be heard in my voice. Of course, I wanted to sound happy, but I didn’t want to sound deliriously happy. That seemed like too much.

  “No, I wouldn’t be offended.” I told him.

  “You wouldn’t feel harassed, sexually I mean?” He asked.

  I shook my head, then realized he couldn’t see me through the phone and let out a little involuntary giggle before telling him, “No, not at all.”

  “Okay then.” He said and there was silence for a few beats before he asked, “Mel, could I take you out to dinner this weekend?”

  “Yes, you could take me out to dinner this weekend.” I said, feeling that huge grin grow on my face again, the butterflies flutter in my tummy and my body get lighter. I was sure I sounded way more excitable than I meant to, as well. Oops. Not good to be too eager.

  “Are you free on Saturday night?” He asked me.

  “Yes I am.” I told him.

  “Good. Can I pick you up?” He asked.

  “Sure, what time?” I asked, a little too quickly. I worried for a moment that he would think I was rushing this phone call to get him off the phone, and I didn’t want him to think that for a second. It wasn’t the case at all, I was just nervous. Incredibly nervous.

  “How about seven in the evening? I have a little place in mind that’s not far from you which I know you’ll love.” He told me and again I found myself nodding, then felt awkward because he couldn’t see me. Oh, what was I doing I thought, scrunching up my face.

  “Seven works. I will see you then.” I told him, scanning my mind for anything else I could say before hanging up, so he wouldn’t feel rushed off the phone, but nothing came to mind.

  “Good. I will see you then.” He told me before we both said goodbye and hung up.

  It was Thursday evening, I didn’t work on Fridays. I put my phone down and began pacing, I felt so excited about what had happened that I almost couldn’t help myself. Here was this man who I wanted, and he had asked me out. He was sexy and powerful - he was my boss now after all - but he was something else, cultured. He was taking me to dinner. Something Joel had not done when we were first getting to know one another. I could tell things with William would be different right away, and I looked forward to exploring that. I liked that I was seeing two men who were very different to one another, it made my heart flutter to think about it.

  I was pacing up and down, up and down my lounge room. Then, it struck me, I needed to call Joel. Although he hadn’t said he wanted me to check in with him, I knew I would have wanted him to check in with me if the situation were reversed. It is better to know before a date rather than after a date I reasoned as I picked up my phone which I had abandoned after my call with William and dialed Joel’s number. He picked up on the third ring.

  “Hey baby!” He said in a cheeky voice, which, teamed with the sounds in the background told me he was at the pub with his mates after work. Something which he seemed to do quite a bit nowadays. I tried not to sound annoyed at that when I spoke however, even though it was annoying just how much of his money Joel drunk.

  “Hi Joel.” I said, “when will you be home?”

  “Ah, not sure. Maybe an hour or two. What’s up?” Joel asked, sounding vague at the start of his sentence, then sounding concerned at the end of it. I wondered how many drinks he had had.

  “Nothing, nothing. Just wanted to have a chat.” I told him. “Can you call me when you’re home?”

  “Yeah, I can. But, can you tell me what’s wrong first?” He asked.

  “Nothing is wrong.” I told him, “I am fine. Very happy, even.”

/>   “What’s got you so happy then?” Joel asked, his voice sounding much happier now, and a little relieved too.

  I laughed at how quickly Joel’s moods changed after a couple of drinks.

  “I am happy for lots of reasons, my gorgeous boyfriend being one of them!” I told him, feeling a little self conscious as I did so. Would his friends be sitting close enough to hear my voice through the phone? Would they know what was up? Would I embarrass Joel? I hated embarrassing him, he was such a sweetheart that I didn’t ever want to do anything to make him feel uncomfortable.

  Joel laughed self consciously. Yeah, his friends could hear I thought to myself.

  “Listen. We’ll talk later, okay?” I said, knowing it would both get him off the phone so I could get back to my pacing and examining my conversation with William, and also give him a chance to save face with his friends.

  “Yeah, okay.” Joel told me, “we can talk later. Bye baby!”

  I said my goodbyes and rang off, feeling pretty damn confident that Joel would call me when he had a chance and that as he had had a few drinks already, he was more likely to be honest with me when he did call. That way I would get to know exactly how he felt about my pending date with William. Feelings he might not be so honest about if he hadn’t had a few beers, at least.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  When Joel did get home that evening and call me, he was over the moon excited for me for landing a date with William. I was surprised about his enthusiasm until he had told me that he was worried about what I wanted to talk about and thought it would be bad. This, he said, was good news anyway, but it was excellent news when compared to all the worrying he had been doing about all the things that could be wrong.

  When Saturday did roll around, Joel called me at five to wish me luck, and wanted to know what I was wearing for the date with William.

  Taken aback I told him which of my little black dresses I was wearing, because I didn’t know exactly where we were going. I had decided to go with the Coco Chanel maxim of never going wrong with a little black dress.

  Joel told me that my idea was a good one, and gave me suggestions on which lingerie to wear without my asking. He told me to wear a bra that made my cleavage look particularly good.

  “Joel, you’re telling me what lingerie to wear for another man. How is that not strange for you?” I asked, feeling genuinely surprised by Joel not only being okay with or even supportive or me seeing another guy, but actually giving me tips that would help me bed the other man.

  “What’s wrong with that?” Joel asked, “I want you to do well.”

  I laughed, “this isn’t a job interview, Joel!”

  “I know that. But, I want you to do well, if this is something you want then you should be able to have it. I’m just telling you what I’d like to see you in if I were him.” He told me.

  “Are you maybe living through him a little?” I asked.

  “What do you mean?” He shot back, sounding genuinely confused.

  “I mean, are you sort of, imagining it was you on this date with me, and imagining what I would be wearing, what would happen on the date, what would happen after it?” I asked him.

  Joel thought for a moment before telling me, “I guess. But is that bad?”

  “I really don’t have the answer to that.” I told Joel. “I guess if it doesn’t cause any problems for either of us - or for William - then it’s fine.”

  It took Joel a few moments to then tell me, “I think it’s kind of hot, you doing this. But mostly, I want you to do it if it makes you happy.” Joel told me.

  My heart gave a little leap in my chest and I wanted to tell Joel that I loved him right then, but I knew that I didn’t want the first time I told him I loved him to be right after he had been telling me how sexy it would be for me to have sex with another man, so I held my tongue.

  “Thank you for taking this journey with me.” I told him instead, and Joel thanked me in return.

  By the time seven PM rolled around, I was already more dolled up than I had been in a long time. I was wearing the little black dress with the lingerie Joel had suggested underneath - lingerie it wouldn’t have occurred to me to wear with this, but which actually looked better than what I had been planning on wearing.

  When my door bell rang, my heart leapt and I tried to stop myself from running to the door and flinging it open. Instead, I very tentatively took three breaths when the door bell rang and slowly walked to the door, as if I had been in the middle of doing something when I heard him at the door, not as if I had been getting ready and waiting just for him to arrive.

  William seemed nervous, which was kind of refreshing as I was so used to seeing him being confident and in his element, both at my parents parties when he was surrounded by people who worked in his profession and at work where he was the man I was there to support in his work.

  Even though he was nervous, William didn’t forget his manners. He leaned in and gave me a little kiss on the cheek, told me how gorgeous I looked, helped me get into my coat and opened my car door. He did all the things he was supposed to do before starting up the car and driving us the to the place.

  “Where are we going?” I asked before we were even out of my street.

  “To a place near here. It’s a good place.” He told me, “Italian food, I know you like Italian.”

  I nodded, yes, I did like Italian. Yes, I did like him driving me to an Italian place after opening my car door and making a fuss of me. Everything seemed to be in order.

  “Good.” He said, seeing me smile and nod before asking me a few questions about myself.

  The conversation tonight felt like all these walls we had built up - walls I hadn’t even been aware were there - were shattering as they fell away. Each wall was built around how we ‘should’ be behaving, not about how we wanted to behave towards one another with how we felt for one another.

  Quickly, I did away with the sweet young girl whose parents were friends with William persona when I let out a swear word as part of a conversation. That helped do away with the professional persona which although it was a more recent construct, was just as annoying to have to behave to a prescribed standard which didn’t feel like the way that felt natural to behave with William.

  With William, I wanted to be free to speak my mind, to tell him what I thought and felt. I wanted to be free to let him in, to let him see the real me. I wanted this man to know me, in more ways than he had previously known me. He seemed interested in the same thing, as his behavior towards me changed too.

  He wasn’t swearing and seeming excited by it, though. He seemed to be happy to be able to treat me like a lady, opening car doors then later restaurant doors, pulling out my chair, making me feel his attentiveness. Showing me how much he cared by actively going out of his way to look after me and make sure I was comfortable. It felt great to see this side of him, to see the man inside him. It was liberating.

  Everything flowed so well from his picking me up to us arriving at the restaurant. There was a car park right out the front - this never happens, I thought, not in Melbourne’s famous Italian district Lygon street - and we walked right in. The place was one I hadn’t been to before, but which seemed to be well heeled by Melbourne’s foodies. There were plenty of people there, occupying the small space. William had made reservations and when he told the head waiter his name, we were shown to a table in the back which was intimate and a little separated from everyone else. The perfect table for a couple on their first date I thought. Or more accurately, what would become two people in a three-way relationship if things worked out I thought. I quickly dismissed the thought though, not wanting to jinx anything. Even as I had been trying to figure out how to bring up the already existing boyfriend and the possibility of making things work out between the three of us though, I would have to find a less awkward way to talk about the Joel-Mel-William relationship. That was if it came to that I decided as I looked William in the eye and smiled. One thing at a time I told myse
lf internally. This was only a first date.

  “You’re happy with the place then?” William asked me after we had been seated and handed our menus.

  “Yes.” I answered honestly, “but even if I wasn’t, it’s about the company anyway.”

  William nodded knowingly, “absolutely it is.” He said, reaching out for my hand which had been resting on the table and gave it a little squeeze.

  The time we had together seemed to pass quickly in a haze of laughter. I thought it was good to spend time with Joel who made me laugh, but William made me laugh too. He talked about all sorts of things that we had in common which I hadn’t actually sat down and realized we had in common. We laughed at the same things, we enjoyed one another immensely.

  William would ask me personal questions, and it would feel like we were discussing something sacred as he sat there, listening, sometimes open-mouthed. I wondered how long he had admired me from afar, and how many of these questions he had wanted to ask but never had.

  I knew better than to point this out, to make him feel self conscious for wanting to know me better. Asking questions about his questions would just draw attention to them, yet I still wanted to know just how long he had been wondering these things about me without saying a word. He wanted to know about things that were personal but not public. He may know where I am studying, but he didn’t know exactly what I was studying and how it was going for me, for example. He may know what some of my interests are in the abstract, but he didn’t know why I liked those things. He seemed hungry for personal details, as if he were starving and these things I thought meant nothing were the food that would keep him from starving to death.

  William seemed to be full of why questions. He wanted to know not only what my favorite color was, but also why it was my favorite. He wanted to know what made me happy and what made me tick, and why.

  It was an interesting conversation to say the least. Where most men just want to know what makes you happy so they can make you happy with as little effort as possible, William seemed to want to know what made me happy and why it made me happy. I wondered if he wanted to know the later so he could find new ways to do things. As the thought occurred to me and I asked him about it he seemed surprised.