My Two Wards Picked Up Along The Way

Going back to the mid eighties, I was a rising junior executive and my duties took me around the world. Stuck over weekend in Bogota I took the opportunity to go to the salt mine Cathedral. I jet a young woman there, a backpacker, blonde blue eyed California honey. Being the two Americans we struck up a conversation. She accepted my ride back to Bogota in a cab, instead of riding a bus.

Along the way I offered the use of my room to shower and dinner. She took her time, walked out in a native print flowing dress and sandals. She ate everything on her plate and paid her way that night. A regular hippie type she didn't shave, not her legs, or pits, or the abundant bush she sported. After a couple of rounds of sex she told me she had a girlfriend back in California who planned to join her in Rio.

We kept in touch and on a visit to the Bay area, where she lived with her girlfriend. We went to dinner at a place of their choosing, during the conversation she brought up that night in Bogota, saying she had bragged about it to her girlfriend. To my surprise she suggested we should repeat it and show her roommate what she had experienced.

Being put on the spot like that bothered me, but my male bravado took over and we went back to their apartment. A one bedroom with a queen sized bed, we got down to business. She was now shaved decently, and her wild bush much more tamed, her girlfriend sported a tiny puff of hair above her clitoral hood.

The sex was between them, with me providing the in and out. Several hours later, I suppose we were content. A situation that would repeat itself many times after that. I would learn that or both of them I was the only man to have ever been with them. The sex when it happened was an opportunity for them to let their hair down. Many times they told me that real sex only happened when the three of us got together, they lost their inhibitions.

These two were definitely lesbians, but behaved more like sisters. They knew each other for most of their life, only becoming intimate as they grew older. For some unknown reason, they only shared themselves with each other in my presence, a bizarre form of needing permission. It's been 35 years since I first met Anna, I sort of adopted them and they've remained close to me all these years.

We are too old now for the gymnastics of our younger years, they share their lives together, still sleep in a queen bed. Holidays, birthdays, are spent with me. For this relationship, being the adoptive father, it fell on me to bump their lifestyle. But supporting two women made it impossible for me to marry. My one regret is not having any children.