Toy Box: Kitchen Sink Menage

From: No Difference by Penelope Friday



It was Matthew's turn to be eaten tonight. He lay, naked, blindfolded and expectant, on the bed, the white sheet acting as a tablecloth. Above him, he was aware of Sally and Tristan laughing as they compared the items they had brought to the feast.

It had not always been so easy, so relaxed, between the three of them. Matthew, dating Sally and Tristan -- but separately -- hadn't been able to avoid knowing that there was jealousy between his two lovers. Although there had never been any secrecy about the relationships, and both Sally and Tristan had declared themselves to be quite content with the situation, there was a slight wariness about each of them. Tristan saw Sally as the promise of conventionality; of giving Matthew the chance to have a 'normal', accepted relationship, one which the world would look at and approve. Sally... Sally could not, Matthew suspected, forget that he had told her when they first met that he was gay. No matter how many times they made love, Sally would always wonder if the newer-older bond he had with Tristan (they had dated at university, but broken up until they met again a year or so previously) was stronger, better, more meaningful than the one she shared with him.

"You're impatient tonight." It was Sally's voice -- by no means displeased, it seemed from her tone.

"Beautiful man, beautiful girl, what's not to like?" he responded.

"There is that," admitted Tristan.

"All the same," Sally sounded stern now, "were you given permission to speak?"

"Sorry."

"We'll let you off with a warning this time," she said. "But..."

"If it happens again, there will be punishment," finished Tristan.

"Now," Sally said thoughtfully, "where were we?"

"About to start," said Tristan.