Dressed in Clover: Part 3: Tre Bacio

By Jilla Lavalle

More than a few surprises await Mark, Becky, and me in Part 3 of Dressed in Clover. Challenges still exist for our “trio”. There are some people who are dead set against our trio, but others give us their unwavering support.
Nothing will stop us from expressing our love for each other, both in private and for the whole world to see. This concluding volume of the Dressed in Clover series will arouse your spirit and warm your heart.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jilla Lavalle
• Release date: Sep 13, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005634964

Jilla Lavalle

Jilla Lavalle lives in a small city in southern Wisconsin with the Love of her life. She started writing with an autobiography that covers a critical juncture in her life, but is expanding into writing fiction, mostly romance novels. Follow her on Twitter @JillaLavalle

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Dressed in Clover

Part 3: Tre Bacio

by Jilla Lavalle

Published by Jilla Lavalle

Copyright 2022

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1 (starts September 18, 2021)

Chapter 2 (starts September 21, 2021)

Chapter 3 (starts October 7, 2021)

Chapter 4 (starts October 19, 2021)

Chapter 5 (starts November 5, 2021)

Chapter 6 (starts November 24, 2021)

Chapter 7 (starts November 30, 2021)

Chapter 8 (starts December 13, 2021)

Chapter 9 (starts December 24, 2021)

Chapter 10 (starts December 31, 2021)

Chapter 11 (starts January 16, 2022)

Chapter 12 (starts January 24, 2022)

Chapter 13 (starts January 31, 2022)

Chapter 14 (starts February 15, 2022)

Chapter 15 (starts February 28, 2022)

Chapter 16 (starts March 10, 2022)

Chapter 17 (March 20, 2022)

Chapter 18 (starts March 21, 2022)

Epilogue

About the Author

Chapter 1 (starts September 18, 2021)

We go back to Becky’s parents' house. This time, it’s evident that her parents are home. We go up to the door. Becky rings the doorbell. I’m on her right. Mark is on her left.

Her mom opens to the door and says, Hello. Oh, it’s you.

Becky says, Hi.

Becky was about to say more, but her dad, Anthony, shouts from the back of the house, Who is it?

Becky’s mom, Nancy, shouts back, Your daughter. Come out here.

He walks to the door. He says, Hello. What’s up?

Becky hasn’t seen her parents since December 2019, over 20 months ago. This is the greeting she gets. No hugs. No I’m so glad you’re here. No What a great surprise. A girl scout selling cookies would get a warmer greeting than this.

Becky: This is Mark.

Mark: Hello.

Becky: You’ve already met Jilla. They are the Love of my life.

Nancy: No, they aren’t.

Becky: Could we come inside and talk?

Nancy: Fine.

Nancy and Anthony lead us into the house, to the family room. They each sit on a chair. We sit on the sofa with Becky in the middle. (It’s the same sofa where I would have slept on my 21st birthday if it wasn’t occupied by their dog.)

Becky: I love Jilla. I love Mark. I love them with all my heart. They love me and each other with all their heart.

Nancy: No, you can’t love two people like that.

Becky: I can and I do. I’ve loved both of them together for ten months already.

Nancy: It’s never going to last.

Becky: It will last forever.

Nancy: Think about it. It can’t work. You’ll get jealous of each other.

Becky: In seven years, I’ve never been jealous of Jilla. She’s never been jealous of me.

Nancy: At some point it will devolve into you and Mark or Mark and Jilla. You’re going to get very hurt.

(Note how she didn’t mention me and Becky as a possibility.)

Becky: They would never do that to me. I would never do that to them.

Nancy: It’ll never work.

Becky: It’s the only thing that can work. (slight pause) Did you ever wonder why all my prior relationships failed?

Nancy: I assumed it was you.

Becky: No! (slight pause) It’s because they weren’t with Jilla. Everything great in life, I want to share with her. Everything in life, I neeeeeed to share with her. She wants to share everything with me. So, any relationship of ours not with each other is doomed to fail. It took seven years for us to figure that out. We figured out quickly that we love each other, but we slowly fell in love over seven years. We can’t be jealous of each other because we need to share everything with each other. There’s nothing better that we could share than Mark. Of all the things we’ve shared of all the years, we most enjoy sharing Mark. We love sharing Mark. We absolutely love Mark.

Nancy: ...but it’s unnatural.

Becky: For us, it couldn’t be more natural. This is how we were meant to be. This is who we are.

Nancy: Come on! You must realize how much of a sin this is. If you keep this up, you’ll end up going to hell.

Becky: Two minutes ago, you said it could never last. You’re contradicting yourself. (slight pause) Anyway, this is what God intended for us, (slight pause) and there’s plenty of cases in the bible of holy people having more than one lover. Jacob, the son of Isaac and Rebecca, had two wives and God anointed him the name Israel, and made him the founder of the nation of His chosen people. He must have been in favor with God. Don’t tell me that God is against us. Don’t tell me it’s a sin. How dare you try to speak for God and pretend that [speaking for Him] isn’t a sin. All we do is love each other. All we do is love each other with a love more deep than your feeble mind can comprehend.

Nancy: How dare you speak to me that way!

Becky: How dare you speak to your daughter that way! You’ve shown me no love. Jilla’s parents treat me better. They love me like a daughter.

Me: They do.

Nancy: You shut up. Stay out of this!

Becky: Hey! Don’t talk to Jilla like that. She can talk if she wants. Anyway, yes, I feel more welcome in her parents’ house than here. Mark’s parents treat me better than you do. They’ve accepted Jilla and me into their family. Here, I bet you’d show more warmth to a vacuum cleaner salesman.

Nancy: ...and we’d see the salesman more often.

Becky: ...and you aren’t even happy to see me after 20 months. Mark’s parents gave him a huge hug when they saw him for the first time in 17 months. You gave me nothing but contempt. (pause) I was away for 2020 because of Covid. You know that. Then when I told you about the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me, you yelled at me and made me feel like shit. Anyway, even before 2020 you treated me like this. Even before Mark and Jilla, you treated me like this. You never supported me. Don’t blame this on 20 months away from you. Anyway, in the three plus years since I moved to Wisconsin, when have you ever visited me? Oh wait, never. Don’t blame this on me. Don’t blame this on my relationship.

Nancy: If I’m so bad, why’d you come?

Becky: We came here to try to make amends. We came here so that you could see us, together, see how we are, see our love for each other, but you refuse to open your eyes. You refuse to listen.

Nancy: All I see is a farce of a relationship.

Becky: You don’t see farther than the inside of your eyelids.

Nancy: You’re making a huge mistake.

Becky: You’re making a mistake, alienating your daughter.

Nancy: That’s your doing.

Becky (pleading): Dad, help, pleeeease.

Anthony: Listen to your mom.

Becky: You’re spineless.

Nancy: See, you’re disrespectful.

Becky: You’re disrespectful to my relationship.

Nancy: There’s nothing to respect. Your relationship isn’t anything real.

Becky (crying): Why can’t you accept us? Why can’t you accept me? This is the way I am. This is who I am. They are a part of me. I am a part of them.

Nancy: Look. You’re just fooling yourself.

Becky: I didn’t come here for you to judge me. I didn’t come here for you to ridicule me, ridicule us. I came here to show you who I love. I came here in the hope that we’d start talking to each other again. I came here in hopes that you’d be supportive.

Nancy: We can’t support a bad relationship.

Becky: It’s a great relationship. It’s the best one I’ve ever had. Would you rather me be with someone who beats me?

Nancy: At some point, your so-called relationship will hit a wall. If you had any semblance of a brain, you’d get out of it now.

Becky (stands up): No, I’m just getting out of here now. (to Mark and me) Come on.

She walks towards the front door. Mark and I follow. She has us go through the door first so she can slam it behind her. We get in the car.

Becky holds herself together as she drives us to the Bristol Harbor Inn, our hotel for the next two nights. Mark grabs our bags from the car. Becky checks us in. We go to our room. Becky dives on the bed. She lays down face down and breaks down in tears.

Mark and I sit on the bed on either side of her. We run our fingers through her hair. We rub her back and eventually her butt too. Mark and I slowly lower down until we’re laying on the bed next to her. Mark and I start kissing her head on her hair. Her crying is slowing.

Mark and I whisper in her ears, I love you, in unison, Mark in her left ear, me in her right ears.

Becky lifts her head up, says, I love you. Becky flips over. She wipes the tears from her eyes.

Becky: I’m done with them. I’m serious. I’m done crying over them. I might not be what they want in a daughter, but they’re not who I want for parents. I’m good. I’m ok.

Mark: Are you sure?

Becky: Yes, absolutely.

Me: Well, I can’t let you just stay here all sad. Let’s have some fun.

Becky: What do you have in mind?

Me: Do you trust me?

Becky: Do you need to ask?

Me: Give me the keys. Let’s go.

Mark: Where are we going?

Me: Trust me.

Mark: Ok.

We leave the hotel and get in the car. I thought we might have an issue with Becky’s parents, so I made sure I had a backup plan and a second backup plan. I drive south to the Newport Creamery in Middletown. There’s one closer to her parents’ house that Becky took me to for lunch on the day after my 21st birthday. However, the one in Middletown is closer to my plans for later. I’ve never been to this one. I’m not using GPS, but I studied how to get there, in case it was needed today. We pull up to the restaurant.

Becky: Newport Creamery?

Me: You need comfort food. This is part one of what I have planned.

Mark: How many parts are there?

Me: Three-ish.

Becky: ...and you planned?

Me: I thought we might need something else to do. I thought you might need some cheering up. I was hoping it wouldn’t be needed but..

Becky: I love you.

Me: I love you.

Mark: I love you.

Me (to Mark): You must get the Awful Awful.

Becky: Yeah, you must. It’s not optional.

Mark: What is it?

Becky: It’s a milkshake.

Me: It’s damn good.

Mark: Ok. You know you can convince me of anything.

Me: Keep that in mind for later.

Mark: Hmm.

Me: You trust me.

We go inside. We get a table. We order our food and milkshakes. I could tell Becky is in a better humor already. We talk over dinner, but it’s not a lot of talk.

Becky: This is perfect. Thank you.

Me: I would do anything for you.

Becky: I would do anything for you.

Me: Keep that in mind for later.

Becky: You keep saying that.

(I smile.)

Becky: I don’t need them. I just need [both of] you. You make me happy.

Mark: You make me happy.

Me: You make me happy.

Becky: I know I belong with you. (pause) Jilla, thanks for the thing about Jacob.

Me: I figured at some point we would get objections to the trio on religious grounds.

Becky: Yeah. (pause)

Mark: These are really good.

Me: Told you.

We finish dinner. We get back in the car. I drive to Newport, to the very southwest part of town. We go to Brenton Point State Park. I park the car. We walk across Ocean Avenue and find a park bench. The three of us sit on the bench and watch the sunset over the Narragansett Bay. Becky sits between Mark and me. It is such a beautiful sunset, but then again, I’m sitting next to the most beautiful girl. Seeing the glow of the sunset on their faces, I’m completely in love.

Once there is no more sunlight in the sky, we stand up. We kiss, tre bacio. We walk back to the car.

Becky requests, Can you play 'Eighteen'? As per her request, I play the First to Eleven song Eighteen. I head towards our next destination. She sings along, loudly.

I have Nightswimming by R.E.M. queued up next. I drive to Third Beach at Sachuest Point. I park at the far corner of the southernmost parking lot for Third Beach, in hopes of not getting caught. We’re not supposed to be here after dark. I don’t want our rental car ticketed or towed.

We get out of the car, walk towards the beach. I hand Mark the car keys since his pockets have more room. We take our shoes off when we get to the beach. We walk south along the beach for a little bit. We find a spot and sit on the sand. Again, Becky is in the middle. It’s dark and there’s no one else around. The almost full moon is rising. It’s maybe 20° above the horizon when we get there.

Becky: The funny thing is, besides that one portion in the middle, it’s been a good day. Take that out, it’s been wonderful.

Me: Yeah.

I think Becky is ok. She’s sort of resigned herself to the fact that her parents are not going to accept us. We relax on the beach for a while.

Mark: It’s beautiful here.

Me: It reminds me of the beach at Plum Island.

Becky: It does, but no.

Me: What?

Becky: No nightswimming.

Me: Why not?

Becky: I’m not in the mood for nightswimming.

Me: That’s exactly the reason why we need to. Anyway, Mark technically hasn’t really been nightswimming.

Becky: Yes, on his birthday.

Me: Yes, but no, not quite.

Mark: What do you mean?

Me: The previous times I’ve been nightswimming, it’s gone the same way, whether at my parents’ pool or the time on Plum Island. We decide to go swimming. We go in the water in our clothes, but then decide that’s not comfortable. We get out of the water, strip naked, then go back in.

Mark: Ok.

Me: There’s two things. First, there needs to be risk. At my parents’ house, Scott and I could’ve been caught by my parents. Actually, I think my dad knew, but anyway. When Becky and I went with friends to Newburyport, we could have been caught by police or really anyone not in our group. At my aunt’s house, no one was going to find out. There was no risk involved.

Becky: When we went nightswimming [on Plum Island], I didn’t care about the risks.

Me: You weren’t?

Becky: No. I was with you. What was going to happen? Even if we got arrested, we might spend the night in jail, but we’d be together. We’d probably have to pay a fine. It would just be a part of the memory, a great memory. Even if we got arrested, I wouldn’t regret doing it. I was with you. (pause)

Mark: So, what’s the other thing?

Me: Because we went in the water in our clothes first, they were soaking wet. It makes it hard to put them back on when we got out of the water again. There was no fallback position. We didn’t even have towels. We had to stay naked until our clothes were dry or put on uncomfortable wet clothes. At my parents’ pool, we had the option of running through the house naked until we reached my bedroom. We took that option, but that just added to the risk. (pause) If I wanted to, I could have brought an extra set of clothes down or gotten a bathing suit there, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to go nightswimming, the full experience. (pause) At my aunt’s house, we didn’t get our clothes wet and it was simple to go inside to put on dry clothes if we chose. Mind you, we stayed naked all weekend, but that’s besides the point.

Mark: I see.

Becky: Yeah, it is a different experience.

Me: So, what do you say?

Becky: I don’t know.

Mark: So, when we go in with clothes, am I allowed to leave my shoes on the sand?

Me: Yeah, absolutely.

Mark: ...and can we leave my wallet and keys in my shoes?

Me: Sure.

Mark: Alright.

He takes the car keys and his wallet out of his pocket. He puts them in his shoes. He stands up.

He tells Becky, Jilla is right. You need this. He doesn’t run towards the ocean, but he walks quickly enough. He doesn’t hesitate.

I stand up, tell Becky, Come on. I run towards the water. Mark is about waist deep when I reach him. I dive under an incoming wave. Mark gets hit from the wave. His shirt is still a little dry, but he’s getting there. The water isn’t cold. In fact, it’s a little warmer than the air.

Becky finally gets up, walks slowly towards the water. She shouts to us, Ok, ok. When she gets to us, she lets a wave hit her in the back. Then she dives under for the next wave. Mark’s clothes are sufficiently wet by this point too.

Three more waves come before I tell them, Ok, my clothes are uncomfortable now. I head to the shore, taking my shirt off as I walk. Becky and Mark follow. When I’m on dry sand, I push off my shorts. (I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties because I knew my nightswimming plan, so now I’m naked.)

Mark says, Yeah, those would be tough putting back on wet. We throw our wet clothes onto the sand.

This time, Becky is the first in the water, but Mark and I are right behind. We kiss each other in the water, tre bacio. We splash each other. We touch each other. I admire how gorgeous they look in the moonlight. We kiss each other more. We hold hands as we jump the waves. We kiss as the waves crash into us.

I don’t know how long we stay in the ocean, but it seems like hours. Eventually Becky says, Ok, let’s go on the beach. Mark and I agree.

We sit down on the sand near our wet clothes. This time, Mark is sitting in the middle, but Becky and I are leaning on him. We just sit there together, naked on the sand, basking in the moonlight, basking in each other’s presence. It doesn’t take too long for our skin to dry, but our clothes are still soaking wet.

Becky: Thank you.

Mark: I love you.

Me: I love you.

Becky: You always know exactly what to do to cheer me up.

Me: Sometimes it’s you that we do to cheer you up.

Becky: Right, um, that too, (pause) but we should rinse off first.

She gets up, walks down to the water. She goes in the water until she’s waist deep. Then she comes out until the water is ankle deep. She gets down on hands and knees. She says, Come on.

Mark and I get up. We rinse off in the ocean. Becky tells me, Kneel down in front of me. I get down on my hands and knees in front of her. She tells Mark, Pick a hole or two. Becky starts licking my ass and rubbing my pussy.

Mark kneels behind her. Mark pushes his cock into Becky’s ass and pulls it out. He pushes his cock into her pussy and pulls it out. He puts his cock in her ass, then pulls it out. He puts it in her ass again, then in her pussy. He’s not quite alternating. Sometimes her pussy, sometimes her ass, Mark is keeping her guessing. Becky starts to orgasm. I start orgasming. Mark cums in Becky’s ass, then he cums in her pussy.

After our orgasms subside, Mark pulls out of Becky’s pussy. Becky crawls to the other side of me. I start licking her ass and rubbing her pussy.

Mark puts his cock in my ass, and then my pussy. As with Becky, he keeps me guessing. I don’t know which hole he’s doing next, but it feels good. It feels very good. Becky and I orgasm simultaneously. She squeezes Mark’s cum from her ass and I lick it up. Mark cums in my ass and then my pussy, causing my orgasm to deepen.

Mark pulls out of me. Becky turns around. I kiss her, sharing the cum in my mouth with her. We turn towards Mark. It’s dark, but there’s enough moonlight to look into Mark’s eyes as we swallow his cum.

We stand up. We walk knee deep into the water to rinse off. Then we stand on the shore, air drying, admiring each other’s naked bodies in the moonlight. It doesn’t take long for our skin to get mostly dry.

We gather up our clothes and shoes (and keys and Mark’s wallet). We walk naked hand-in-hand-in-hand across the beach to the parking lot, and then to the car. We parked at the far corner of the parking lot, but no one else is around. If someone drove up, they’d see us in all our naked glory. Still, we walk across the parking lot. I remember years ago running naked with Becky to her car on Plum Island. This time, we just casually walk, afraid of nothing.

We get to the rental car. Mark starts the car. We put our clothes on the air vents to help dry them. Mark puts the backseat down. The three of us get in the back and lie down. We kiss each other, tre bacio, as we lie there naked in the back of the rental car. We keep kissing each other.

We run our hands over each other’s bodies. Becky grabs Marks hand. She moves his hand to her butt. She pushes on his fingers. He slides a few fingers into her ass. He slides his fingers up and down in her ass. He moves his other hand to my ass. He puts a few fingers in my ass. He slides his fingers up and down in my ass. Becky grabs my hand, pulls it to Mark’s cock. Becky and I stroke his shaft, massage his balls. I love having his cock in my hand, but I especially love feeling Becky’s fingers on his cock too.

Mark knows just where in my ass turns me on the most. He’s rubbing that spot (and the same spot inside Becky’s ass). We’re still kissing, tre bacio. We start to orgasm. The first blast of Mark’s cum hits the car ceiling and then drips down onto my side. Becky covers the tip of his cock after that so the rest of his cum gets on her hand and his shaft.

Becky rolls back. She licks the cum off her hand. I spin around and lick the cum off Mark’s shaft. Soon Becky joins me in licking Mark’s cock. Mark keeps sliding his fingers in and out of my ass and Becky’s ass. I love having my mouth on his cock and his fingers in my ass. We orgasm again. Becky and I make sure all his cum gets in her mouth or my mouth.

Becky and I kiss each other, sharing the cum in our mouths with each other. We look into each other’s eyes as we swallow his cum. We keep kissing.

Mark says, My clothes are probably dry enough. I can drive us back to the hotel and then run in to get dry clothes for [both of] you from the room.

Becky and I agree. He gets out of the car. He grabs his shorts and shirt from the front seat. He puts them on while standing outside the car. He puts his shoes on and gets in the driver’s seat. Becky and I keep low as Mark starts to drive. I spin around and lick Becky’s pussy. She licks mine. So, much for our skin being dry. Our faces, pussies, and upper thighs are very wet.

Mark parks in the back of the hotel, away from other cars. Mark goes inside.

Becky and I keep licking each other. We orgasm simultaneously. We keep licking until we orgasm again.

Mark comes back with shorts and t-shirts for both of us. He climbs in the back with us and watches as we get dressed. We go inside, carrying our wet clothes with us.

It’s 3:47 a.m. when we get in our room, but it feels like only 2:47 because we switched time zones yesterday. We’re dead tired. We had a long day which followed a long day which followed a long day. However, we have sand and saltwater on us. So, we still shower, but one at a time. We just want a quick shower and to get to sleep.

By the time we wake up on Sunday (September 19), it’s almost 11 a.m. We go to the Bristol Sunset Cafe for breakfast (brunch?).

Becky: I thought, maybe if they saw us together, if they saw the way we interact, that maybe they’d understand.

Me: Yeah.

Becky: ... but they were so busy arguing against the way I am that we never got a chance to interact in front of them.

Mark, me: Yeah.

Becky: I’m not sure what to say.

Mark: I can do it.

Becky: Do what?

Mark: I can get them to see the light. I can convince them that the trio is a good thing, a great thing.

Me: Really?

Becky: It would take a miracle.

Mark: I can do it. Just let me talk to your mom alone. It might take a few hours, but I think I can get through to her.

Becky: You need to be careful. If you’re not careful, you won’t make it out alive.

Mark: I can handle her.

Becky: ... and you know that it’s not just the trio. She’s been treating me like this almost my whole life.

Mark: I know. (pause) You’re such a joyous person. You brighten the spirit of everyone around you, especially me and Jilla, but your mom tries to kill your spirit. I can’t let that happen anymore. (pause) I can stop it. I know I can get her to stop. I saw something yesterday. I know how to do it, (pause) but don’t listen in. Don’t eavesdrop. (pause) What do you say?

Becky: I guess it’s worth a try. What the hell? What do we have to lose at this point?

Me: It’s up to you.

Becky: Let’s try to get there at like 12:30.

Mark, me: Ok.

Becky: You’re not going to "take care of her" in like the mobster sense, are you?

Mark: No.

Becky: I mean, I’m not saying not to.

Mark: I’m not going to kill her.

Becky: At least make it look like an accident.

Me: ..or self defense. Both Becky and I will vouch for you if you say it was self defense.

Mark: I’ll be fine. I’m not going to kill her.

We take our time at breakfast. After breakfast, Becky drives us around and shows us the area. She shows us where she went to school. She drives us past where we went the night of my 21st birthday. She finally drives us to her parents’ house. We get there at 12:45. We get out of the car. As we walk to the door, Becky prays aloud, Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle.

Mark rings the doorbell. Mark stands front and center with Becky and me behind him to either side. Becky’s mom answers the door, doesn’t say a word.

Mark (sternly, to Nancy): You and me, we’re going to have a talk, just the two of us.

Nancy: I don’t…

Mark (interrupts): No! We’re going to talk,

Nancy: I…

Mark (interrupts): ...and you will listen to me.

Becky: Go in that room over there. Close the pocket doors.

Mark: You heard her. Let’s go.

Nancy (softly): Ok.

Mark and Nancy go into the room that Becky pointed out. Becky and I sit on the sofa next to each other. Anthony sits in the chair across the room. The Patriots game is about to start.

Becky and I have never heard Mark sound so forceful. He’s pretended to be forceful with us before, but he knows we would do whatever he wants anyway. So, really when he’s forceful with us, it’s an act, it’s a game. Even if we tried to get him to be forceful, he’d know it was just play. The most real forceful he’s been with either of us was during the code 26 in the middle of July. Even then, he was more loving and tender than forceful. Yeah, it’s a bit of a turn on to hear him that forceful. Still, he’ll never have a need to be truly forceful with Becky or me.

During quiet parts of the game, like during the transitions of commercial breaks, we can hear that Mark and Nancy are talking, but we can’t hear what they are saying. Even muffled by the wall/door in between us, Mark still sounds forceful. Halftime comes and goes, but they’re still in there.

Through all this, Anthony is relatively quiet. He talks about the game some, but that’s it. He hasn’t seen his daughter in over 20 months before yesterday. He currently doesn’t have his wife interfering. Yet still he doesn’t take this opportunity to talk to Becky. Even his comments on the game aren’t even that great. I’ve heard my nephew Ryan makes more insightful comments about football.

Me (quietly to Becky): They’ve been in there a long time.

Becky (quietly back): Yeah.

Me: If we knew how long they’d be in there, I’d tell you to take me up to your old bedroom and have your way with me.

Becky: I was thinking that. (pause) Do you think he’s ok in there?

Me: He’s still talking.

Becky: Ok.

Towards the middle of the 4th quarter of the Patriots game, Mark opens the door and says sternly, Anthony, come in here now.

Anthony almost motions to the game, like he’s going to request to watch the end, but turns towards Mark, walks into that room. As Mark is closing the doors again, he sticks his head out, makes a kissing gesture with his lips towards us, then closes the door.

Becky: I think he’s ok.

Me: Yeah, I think he’s fine. (pause) He’s forceful when he wants to be.

Becky: Yes, quite forceful, (pause) and sexy.

Me: Incredibly sexy.

Becky and I have the whole room to ourselves. We can sit anywhere we want. So, naturally, we sit right next to each other with zero inches between us. I have my arm around her. She leans on me.

After the Patriots, we switch the channel to the Bucs game.

It’s almost halftime of the Bucs game when Mark slides the door open. Becky’s parents emerge from the room. Mark steps out of the room behind them.

Mark motions for us to stand up. Becky and I stand up. (So forceful, so sexy.)

Mark tells Nancy, Go ahead.

Nancy says softly, Becky, I am sorry.

My jaw drops. I think Becky’s jaw drops too.

A short pause later, Nancy continues, Please forgive me. I didn’t listen to you. I didn’t treat you right. For a long time, I didn’t treat you right. You are a wonderful daughter. What you have with Mark and Jilla is truly amazing.

Anthony adds, and I will stick up for you from now on.

Becky and I are in shock. We are in disbelief.

Nancy looks at me. She says, Jilla, we know how much you mean to Becky. Thank you for being so wonderful to Becky.

Nancy walks up to Becky and puts her arms out for a hug. Becky hugs her mom. Becky’s parents are not huggy people. They are not affectionate people, not even towards each other.

I notice Becky is a few inches taller than her mom (but her dad is taller).

The look in Becky’s eyes, this is an emotional moment for her, but she doesn’t cry.

Mark, standing back, has a smug look on his face, but well, he should. He’s earned it.

Anthony steps in. Nancy releases Becky from the hug so Anthony can hug his daughter. Then Anthony hugs me. I’m as shocked as anyone. Nancy doesn’t hug me, but that’s fine. Her demeanor towards me is better.

Anthony suggests, Why don’t we go out for dinner? Everyone agrees.

Becky asks, Where should we go? Anthony says, The Wharf?

Becky says, Ok.

We get back in the rental car. Becky drives Mark and me to The Wharf. Her parents take their own car. It’s only a few minutes away.

I ask Mark, What did you do?

Mark answers, I told you I could be convincing. I want more details, but the restaurant is really that close.

The Wharf is a seafood restaurant. We get a table for the five of us. Mark starts dinnertime conversation by telling us that he told Becky’s parents how the trio got together. After that, everything is small talk. Nancy and Anthony ask about our jobs. They ask about the flight to Boston. They talk about Rhode Island weather. They don’t have any questions about the trio. I suppose Mark had talked to them for a long time. He must have told them a lot.

Still, conversation is cordial. Compared to what it could have been, this is fantastic. This is the longest I’ve been involved in a conversation with Becky’s parents in a few years. This is the longest conversation she’s had with them in several months, at least (Maybe more than a year). They’re not yelling at her. This is fantastic. It’s after eight o’clock when we leave the restaurant.

Becky: I know you go to sleep early, so we’ll let you go.

Nancy: Why don’t you come over in the morning? We’ll take the day off.

Becky: Ok, but we’ll have to leave around 1:30 to get to the airport.

Nancy: Ok.

Nancy hugs Becky, then me, then Mark. Anthony hugs me, then Becky, shakes Mark’s hand. Yeah, I’m still in shock.

Becky drives Mark and me to Chelsea Creamery. We barely make it before they close. We get some ice cream. We sit at the picnic tables and eat our ice cream. Then we head back to our hotel.

Me: So, seriously Mark, how’d you do it?

Mark: A magician never reveals his secrets.

Becky: No, really?

Mark: Really, I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone. I noticed something. I dug at it until she spilled. As long as I don’t tell, I own her, I own both of them. As long as I don’t tell, she’ll continue to be nice to you.

Me: So, it’s blackmail?

Becky: I’m ok with blackmail.

Mark: Well, maybe sort of, but not quite. (slight pause) If she tells you herself, she still has to be nice to you, (pause) but I also sung your praises and convinced her of the virtues of the trio. (pause) I realize that it’s possible she’s just pretending to be nice and just pretending to accept us. If I determine that to be the case, I’ll have another talk with her.

Becky: It’s the nicest she’s been to me in over a decade. I’ll take it.

We get back to the hotel and get to our room. We strip off our clothes. We kiss, tre bacio. Becky and I are still in awe over how Mark handled Nancy. I’d love to say that Becky and I kneel before Mark because of that, but let’s face it, we would kneel before him anyway. We drop to our knees and start licking his cock.

Passion for Mark runs through my veins, but passion for Becky also runs through my veins. I love that I am licking his cock with her. I love that this is something that Becky and I do together. When Mark gets close to cumming, Becky and I both feverishly lick at the tip of his cock. We run our hands up and down his shaft. We lick every drop as fast as he cums.

Once he stops cumming, Becky and I kiss each other, sharing Mark’s cum with each other. We stand up. Our faces are inches away from Mark. Becky and I open our mouths to show Mark they’re filled with his cum. We look deep into his eyes as we swallow his cum. We show him our empty mouths.

Becky gets on the bed. Her butt is on the edge of the bed. She puts her legs in the air. I get on the bed. My legs straddle her head. She starts licking my pussy. Mark pushes Becky’s legs towards me. He puts his cock in her pussy and starts thrusting. He’s getting very deep inside her. I roll my hips above her so that her tongue moves from my clit to my ass and back again. It feels amazing. I know my pussy is making Becky’s face very wet under me. We start to orgasm. Mark cums deep inside Becky’s pussy.

After our orgasms subside, I get next to Becky on the edge of the bed. I lift my legs in the air. Becky sits on my face, making my face very wet. I start to lick her from clit to ass and back again. When I lick the inside of her pussy, it has the flavor of Mark’s cum. I love it.

Mark pushes my legs towards my shoulders. He puts his cock in my pussy and starts thrusting. My pussy is so wet that his cock slides nicely. His cock is getting very deep inside me. His motion is more circular than a plain thrust. The more I lick Becky’s pussy, the more I get the flavor of Mark’s cum. We orgasm again. Mark cums deep inside my pussy.

After our orgasms subside, Becky gets off me. Mark pulls his cock out of me. Of course, now Mark’s cock is all wet from being in my pussy (and Becky’s pussy before that). I put my mouth over his cock, getting it as deep as possible in my mouth. I close my lips around his shaft. I softly suck on his cock as I pull my mouth away until the tip of his cock is out of my mouth.

Becky puts her mouth over Mark’s cock, getting it as deep as possible in her mouth. She closes her lips around his shaft. She softly sucks on his cock as she pulls her mouth away until the tip of his cock is out of her mouth.

Then I take my turn again, getting his cock deep in my mouth and softly sucking on it as I pull away. Then it’s Becky’s turn again. I love having Mark’s cock in my mouth, but I also love watching Becky with his cock in her mouth. We keep taking turns.

My mouth is over Mark’s cock when he starts to cum. He holds my head in place for a couple seconds. The first few blasts of cum go in my mouth. Then, with a grip on my hair, he pulls my head back. Becky puts her mouth over his cock. Mark holds her head in place as the next few blasts of cum go in her mouth. Then he pulls her head back. I get the next few blasts of cum in my mouth. Then Becky gets the next few. We continue like that for a few minutes. All of his cum goes into my mouth or Becky’s mouth. Not a single drop is wasted.

Mark releases his grips on our hair. Becky and I immediately kiss each other, sharing the cum in our mouths. We look up into Mark’s eyes as we swallow his cum.

Mark squeezes out another drop of cum. Becky licks it off the tip of his cock.

He squeezes out one more drop of cum. I lick that one. I tell him, Thank you Mark.

Becky echoes, Thank you Mark. We get in bed and snuggle up together and go to sleep.

We wake up Monday morning at 6:35 to the alarm on Becky’s phone. She silences it and says, Oops. I meant to turn that off for today.

Half awake, Mark jokes, You’re very naughty. He smacks her ass cheek, not hard, just once, and then leaves his hand there. He starts rubbing her ass cheeks. Still, half asleep, he tells her, You have a great ass.

I chime in, You do.

Becky rolls onto her stomach to give Mark’s hand easier access to her ass. She purrs with enjoyment as he continues to rub her butt.

Mark tells me, Jilla, you roll too.

I roll onto my stomach. Mark starts rubbing my butt. I like how his hand feels.

Mark tells me, You have a great ass too.

Becky agrees, You do.

Mark suggests, Spin around to give me a better view. Becky and I both spin around. We still lay on our stomachs, but with our heads towards the foot of the bed and our knees on the pillows, our feet in the air.

Mark resumes rubbing our butts. Becky and I are looking across Mark’s legs at each other. Soon Mark starts running his hand along my ass crack to the very front of my pussy and back again. He’s doing the same to Becky.

We’re breathing a little heavier, anticipating his fingers slipping inside, but he makes us wait for it. He’s teasing us, but we love it. Becky and I lean towards each other. My forehead presses against hers. Our eyes are locked. My hand wanders to Mark’s cock. Becky’s hand joins mine. We stroke his shaft.

I tell Mark, You have a great cock.

Becky says, Yeah, it’s fantastic.

I gasp as Mark puts four fingers inside my pussy and his thumb in my ass. He does the same to Becky. He continually slides his hands in and out of Becky and me. Becky and I bend our bodies so that our faces are closer to his cock. We make sure his cock is pointed at our faces.

We start to orgasm. Mark’s cum blasts in my eyes, on my hair, on Becky’s forehead, on her nose and cheeks, in her mouth, in her eyes, on her hair, on my forehead and nose and cheeks, and in my mouth. Mark slides his fingers around inside our pussies to keep our orgasms going. Becky and I, still orgasming, start licking, kissing, and slurping Mark’s cum off each other’s faces.

We look into each other’s eyes as we swallow his cum.

Mark pulls his fingers out of Becky and me. We take showers. Becky, who packed for me for this trip, hands me what I’m to wear today, a sundress. She’s wearing one too.

Me: Really? A dress?

Becky: Sure. Why not? (pause)

Me: You know, these would have been great to swim in.

Becky: Yeah, but we got naked soon enough anyway. Maybe next time.

Me: Maybe next time.

We get dressed and pack up. Mark loads the car while Becky checks us out of the hotel. Becky drives us to her parents’ house. When we get there, her parents come outside and ask if we want to go out to breakfast. We get back in the car, go to Cafe Water Street.

Again, conversation is small talk, but cordial. Again, it’s better than any other conversation Becky has had with her parents in the past five years before last night. Breakfast itself is good.

After breakfast, we go back to the house. Becky gave us a tour of her parents’ house. It’s not a big house so it doesn’t take long, but we spend a little while in her old bedroom.

Becky: What would you have done if I kissed you when we were here four years ago?

Me: I can’t be 100% certain, but I think I would have kissed you back. (pause)

Mark: Becky, did you have a picture of Jilla beside your bed?

Becky: I did, (slight pause) but I didn’t leave it here. I took it with me when I moved to Wisconsin.

Mark: Where is it now?

Becky: I have it at work. I have a spot where I can put my coat and purse and my lunch. I have it there. (pause) I also have a picture of you there, Mark.

We hug. We kiss, tre bacio.

Me: Is there anything else you want to take from here?

Becky: I don’t think so. I took everything I wanted when we moved. (pause) It’s not really my room anymore. You know?

Me: Yeah.

Becky: It’s not my home anymore. Home is with [both of] you in [Wisconsin].

Mark: That’s where I am home. (pause)

Becky: Mark?

Mark: Yes.

Becky: If we kissed in front of my parents, what would they do?

Mark: Grin and bear it, I suppose.

Becky: Ok. Let’s go back downstairs.

Becky leads the way downstairs. We sit together on the sofa.

I ask Nancy, Do you have photo albums of Becky?

Nancy seems excited, Yes, I do! I think she just wants to embarrass Becky. She gets a couple albums, hands them to Becky, who is sitting in the middle.

Becky asks,