Celebrate February 28 as Metamour Day!
To celebrate, I’ll share an early metamour moment from We Three: One and One and One Makes Three.
setup: Eric demonstrates his support of his wife, Elena’s, budding relationship with Jess…
When he and Elena had started to come to Caliente, there’d been no looking back. This was their swinger home. He hugged Elena to him. Her body fit perfectly against his, and he nuzzled her hair.
Her breath hitched, and he pulled back to study her. “Hey,” he said. The song changed to a faster beat, though not louder, a benefit of being a combination bar and dance floor. The bartenders and waitstaff still could get your order. Eric smiled to encourage Elena’s smile. She did smile—but he could see that it was a bit forced. There was a furrow in her brow, and her lips were thinned, pressed together, and pulled up only at the corners. “You didn’t tell me how your lunch date with Jess went,” he gambled.
Elena didn’t answer immediately; instead her lips pursed. Ah, Eric thought, something went wrong on their date.
“We didn’t get to have lunch together, or really anything. She was called up to work a shift.”
Oh. Oh, Eric thought. That explains everything. Almost. “Were you interrupted?” Elena nodded. Shit. “Was it bad?”
“Awkward. I stayed around here, had a couple drinks, a salad. But… there was no more… I know she would have come back if she could have.”
“So Jess is another you, huh?” Eric knew it was painful for Elena, but he admitted to himself he found it a bit amusing.
“She apologized. She wanted to see me again. I know we already said we’d come out tonight, but…” Elena glanced toward the bar, where Eric saw Jess working, rapidly filling drink orders, standing next to a male bartender. “I don’t know how to start again. The mood changed so fast,” she said.
Elena’s distraction tonight was now fully explained. She’d been trying to watch Jess, to gauge when she could possibly approach her again. It occurred to Eric that he hadn’t seen Jess leave the bar once all night. Their drink orders had been taken and delivered by a redheaded waitress wearing fishnet stockings, a skintight black skirt, and a pink button-up that strained to contain her ample cleavage. He knew Saturdays were probably the busiest night of the week here, but surely the blonde should’ve had a break at some point, like she had the night of the gallery opening?
“The bar’s last call is 2:00 a.m. We can stick around until things close up and she’s off the clock. Then maybe we can talk with her? She had such a good time with us at the house on Monday. I can’t imagine she’s not still interested in spending time together.” He led Elena back to the table. “You like to keep work and play separate. It’s not really hard to imagine she does the same.”
Elena’s eyes gleamed a little then; he’d returned some of her hope. “Yeah.”
“I’m sure it was just a misunderstanding. But being off-balance after an interruption doesn’t make it easy at the time to see all that.”
Her smile was more genuine this time. “I guess you’re right.”
Eric gave his chest an exaggerated pat. “Of course I am.” She did laugh, as he wanted, and Eric mentally patted himself again for knowing her so well.
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contents: FF, MF, FFM explicit sex and romance