(book # 12) : Sheila And Clifford: The Honeymoon (Part 2) , And More About Violet And Ike; Sheila Confronts Cliff] Poem by Bri Edwards

Chapter 44

[Sheila speaks]:

Our meal was (almost) yummy as could be. We sat at a corner table.
The dining room was packed. Ike and Vi both stopped to greet us, when they were able.
A pricey bottle of champagne was their honeymoon gift.
It’s good we weren’t driving that night, if you catch my drift.

That evening, Vi and Ike were overseeing a party in another room.
Our server opened the champagne with a loud POP! , not quite a boom.
The fish was not quite as good as I did like,
but I dared not complain to Cliff, or Vi, or Ike.

The champagne I think loosened my tongue quite a bit,
and in the taxi, on our way “home”, my mind just wouldn’t quit ….
thinking of how I used to enjoy my times with Vi (and Ike) .
But don’t get me wrong; I’m NOT a dyke.

[For you lesbians who read this, please don’t be mad.
Vi was my only female lover; without a male, I’d be sad.]

[Cliff speaks]:

[So there you have it, Readers. My Sheila was “Bi”.
Bisexual she’d been, but with only one woman: Vi.]
We got back to our honeymoon rental, not quite tripping.
Inside we undressed each other, our clothes not quite ripping.

We fell into bed, reaching for this and that body part.
I was giving “it” to Sheila with all my body and heart,
when suddenly she said “Would you like Violet to give you head? ”
I was not totally shocked, but the question stopped me …. dead.

I had thought of Violet, now and then, since the year before,
especially the thought I had when we first met: “Is she a whore? ”.
I mean in the restaurant. I’d thought that could be how Ike met her;
what with their age difference, to me that thought did occur.

This was not the first time Sheila had mentioned Vi’s name.
I’d wondered what to make of it. Was it just a cute game?
Before, it’d been when I needed more sex incentive;
at times Sheila was extremely sexually-inventive.

But this time Sheila stopped me dead, just when I was about to COME! .
Her question, though an interruption, needed an answer. Some.
I took my hand away from her heavy Bunny breast;
my recently-erect penis was now COMPLETELY at rest.

[Sheila speaks]:

OK, now I’d done it. Well, not ALL of it as you’ll see.
Now Cliff’s cock was at ease, and he was carefully ….. eying me.
[And in case you Readers don’t know what I mean by “giving head”,
it’s what Monica L. “gave” Bill Clinton ……, or so the U.S. papers said.]

“Cliff, darling, you know I love you dearly and always will,
but my mind is swirling and it just won’t stand still …..
until I tell you this. I wasn’t surprised at what happened last year,
and it’s time I made myself perfectly clear.

During earlier vacations I’ve had sex with both Ike and Vi.
My preference was Vi, but Ike was ok; we all were high.
I know Vi would like to share herself with you AND me.
And Ike likes to watch, though, if asked to join in, he would agree.

Ike doesn’t do men, but he doesn’t mind men doing HER,
as long as they wear condoms, aren’t rough, and Vi does concur.
Of course he wants the freedom to do the same, but with women,
and, with similar restrictions for Ike, Vi, her blessing, has given.

They’ve been doing it for 10 years, or so they told me.
They don’t do it a lot, and till now they’ve been trouble-free.
I know all this may come as a shock; I hope you’re not upset.
If this is repulsive to you, I’ll understand, and, Vi, I’ll try to...... forget.”

[Cliff speaks]:

It WAS a shock but “not a complete surprise”, I said.
I’d have lied if I said I hadn’t thought of Vi giving me head.
As for Sheila having sex with both Vi and Ike, I was not so enthused,
BUT she apparently suffered no harm, and it was HER body she’d used.

Now it was still her body, but she shared it with me,
so I told her I’d have think more before I would agree ….
to her having sex with Vi or our doing swapping.
NOW married, I hadn’t expected we’d be doing sex-shopping!

[Sheila speaks]:

I wasn’t surprised at Cliff’s statements and reservations.
I figured he had the right to have some consternation.
I may even have been bothered if he seemed TOO willing …
to agree to behavior some would say was like pigs, swilling.

[Well, that was that. NO more was said of Violet on that trip.]


(February 2015)

[This story is to be continued in “(Book # 13) : Sheila And Clifford: Moving To Darien”]