Mattheo
The night the three of us spent together was an eye-opener. It was great sex but having to share Alexa with James was exceedingly difficult for me. Every time I reached for her; James was already there.
It’s hard for me to get a strong connection with Alexa because James is always interrupting anything I try to do. It’s hard for me to share anything, but I especially don’t want to share Alexa.
I know firsthand that it’s possible for a woman to love two men. But in my experience, things usually don’t end well.
For example, my mother was a very passionate woman. She had enough love to fill a football stadium.
When she met my father, it was overwhelming for him to take all of this love himself, so he was open to another man in their relationship. One night, my mother brought home an innocent soul that was also overwhelmed by my mother’s love. They married in a private ceremony, and we became a family.
Being just a boy, I didn’t understand much of what was going on. Yet, when I was older, I realized that my home life wasn’t normal. I had two fathers where the other boys only had one.
My mother was an incredibly beautiful woman and wherever we went, men were always staring at her and trying to catch her attention. However, she was very loyal to her two husbands. Nothing could take her away from them.
Both of my fathers loved me very much and spent a lot of time giving me attention. There was never a minute that I spent alone. One father was a big fan of football, so we were always kicking the ball back and forth and practicing making goals.
My love of running comes from my other father, because he always took me on long runs. If it were going to be a long run, he would let me ride my bike. We would even travel the country together, finding new paths to run through. I enjoyed these times with him very much.
There were always so many hugs in our family. My mother always hugged the three of us, telling us that we were the loves of her life.
My fathers both had great careers. One was a chemical engineer and the other was an electrical engineer. My mother had a soft spot for engineers, it seems.
Both worked for the same corporation. They made good money, so we weren’t poor, but we weren’t exactly rich either. I never noticed because there was nothing that I wanted for. Every single one of my needs were met and at Christmas, I would get a big stash of toys and clothes to unwrap.
In high school, I joined the football team. My father, who was a football player in high school, was thrilled. He went to every single one of my games and practiced with me all the time. During one of these outside practices, he clutched at his heart and then dropped dead right in front of my eyes.
I called my mother, and she came outside and knew exactly what had happened. My father was fifteen years older than her, so she always expected something like this was going to happen.
She didn’t weep as the coroner took the body away, but I knew that my father’s death had broken her heart. When my other father came home, he dropped to the ground with grief. My mother put him in bed at once. He didn’t get up for weeks.
Then I watched as the two parents I had left, died a little bit every single day. My mother took over going to my games and trying to practice with me. She tried so hard to be a father and mother to me, but it was something that she couldn’t do with a broken heart.
It was only six weeks after my father died that my mother died in her sleep. I went to wake her and discovered that she was dead. Why did this happen to our perfect family? Two parental deaths in a month and a half.
My other father did a good job of taking care of me, but at night he would shut himself in his room and drink. He thought a loud television could drown out his sobs, but I heard them just the same. He missed my mother and father terribly.
This went on for three years. During the last year, my father lost his job, and this allowed him time to drink even more. He got cirrhosis of the liver and died at the end of that year, leaving me to be an orphan.
I was sixteen years old.
I know that a threesome worked for my parents. They were passionately and deeply in love with each other. So, I know that three people can be a threesome and have a relationship based on love and respect.
My parents didn’t even mind sharing each other. I would often hear them laughing and carrying on in the bedroom together. It made me happy that my parents loved each other so much. They built a home of love and caring for me.
Nevertheless, knowing that it can work, doesn’t make me want to share my love with anyone else. It gives me a sharp pain in the heart to realize that I’m not enough for Alexa. She must feel that she needs another man to make up for the man that I am not.
This isn’t good for me. I want to possess Alexa totally. This is the only way for me. I don’t want what my parents had.
It’s hard enough to lose one person that you love but losing two? I will not have it.
With this on my mind, I decide to go to the Philippines and take care of things there. Perhaps with a change of scenery, I will begin to feel different about this whole matter.
I need time to think this through.