THE THIRD ONE

This is a speculative work set within the framework of an alternate
society that is much like some of our present ones...only different.
This is an original piece of fiction and any similarities noted between
real or copywrited characters or themes and those in this work are most
likely an indication that you should visit mental health asap. If
nothing else you should be able to get some very nice legal drugs for
your trouble. Thank you and enjoy!


As with most evenings Armand and Colette sat in their cozy den reading
and sipping tea. Armand finished the paper and attempted to start a
conversation with his beautiful wife who busied herself by brushing
her incredible long blond hair. He enjoyed watching her do this and
hated to interrupt but did anyhow. "You know dear, on the way home
from work I visited the video store, why don't we kick the weekend off
by watching something. I picked quite a few interesting titles.

"Oh, really Armand...I haven't seen anything for awhile. What did you
pickup?

Armand exited the room for a moment before returning with a plastic
shopping bag. He sat down and rummaged through the bag. For some
unexplained reason Colette noticed he seemed slightly agitated, maybe
even nervous. This intrigued her...she sensed he might be in the pro-
cess of springing one of his little surprises on her. She put her
brush down in anticipation.

Armand took a small stack of dvds from the bag, he put on his gold
rimmed reading glasses and inspected his horde of flicks. Colette
smiled a bit, she thought he looked especially sexy with his reading
glasses on. "Let's see now," Armand began. "I have Spiderman part
twelve."

"Uh, no thanks...not my thing," Colette said.

"Well, I admit I picked this one up for myself," Armand commented and
placed the movie aside. "How about Love's Unending Ending? It's about
a courageous pioneer girl who gets married, then her husband is killed
and she suffers from horrible depression all alone out there on great
plains somewhere until a young stud shows up and they fall in love or
something like that."

"Hmm, sounds to familiar," Colette was beginning to sound bored.

Armand shot her a sidelong glance, it was quick but she noticed. "Ah,
here is something different, The Tales of a Young Slave girl in Sodom."

Colette fought the temptation to roll her eyes. Did he have to be so
damned obvious when he was obviously trying to be subtle? "Let me take
a guess what that one's about...anal sex maybe?"

Armand shrugged, "I have no idea, do you think so?"

Colette gave him a look, "It was just a wild, crazy guess."

"Really? I must say that you have an astonishing ability then."

Colette laid the brush aside. "You know Armand, sometimes I feel like
you expect to much. We have sex anytime you wish, but its never enough
according to your actions. Aren't you satisfied at all? You have to
give me credit for trying my best."

Armand smiled at his beautiful wife, it was a very warm and loving
smile. "You are amazing in bed my dear. I'm always turned on by how
hot you look in those little outfits you wear for me...and when you
take them off...wow!"

"But there is a problem, isn't there...and I think I know what it is."

Armand scratched his chin thoughtfully, as if considering carefully
what his next few words should be. "Well we have discussed this a
couple of times before, in fact we talked about it only last week."

Colette seemed a bit exasperated by his answer. "It's that anal sex
thing isn't it? I love you Armand and want to please you but I've told
you that its just to painful for me. I'm sorry that I can't seem to
handle it. My boyfriend in high school did me that way and I was sore
for days, and you have more down there than he did...I just can't let
you do me that way...I'm sorry, please try to understand and forgive
me."

"I am trying to understand dear, I really am...and I don't want to do
anything that might cause you pain...ever. On the other hand I have
no control over my desires, even those that are a bit on the perverted
side. My friends at work are always talking about how great it is
when they do their wives and girlfriends like that and I come home with
my frustration off the meter." Armand gestured with his open palms,
"the truth is my dear, we have an issue here that is threatening our
otherwise nearly perfect marriage. I went to a counselor at work and
he said I might even develop mental issues if I can't somehow get a
grip on my frustrations, whatever their source."

Colette could see that Armand was truly troubled. Her sweet and gentle
heart went out to her husband. He was a fine, handsome man who always
treated her like a lady. She knew that she was failing him.

"Very well my dear, put the movie in and we'll watch it together.
Afterwards I will try my very hardest to please you. But first make
me a good strong drink...a double."

Armand's face lit up with joy. "I knew you wouldn't let me down my
darling. You put the flick in while I mix the drinks. By the way,
I also scored of couple of fat joints to help put you in the mood. How
does that sound?"

Colette's voice was a bit subdued as she mulled over the commitment
she had just made. "I suppose it couldn't hurt, at least I hope that
it doesn't."

"Everything will be just fine, I promise," Armand said before hurrying
off to make preparations for his big night.

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Late the next afternoon Armand came home. Colette greeted him at the
door and noticed that he had never seemed happier. They went into the
den to relax. Armand sat in his favorite chair and beamed up at his
wife, "why are you standing there like that Colette, is something up
that I should know about?"

Tears welled up suddenly in Colette's pretty brown eyes. "The truth is
Armand that I can't sit down. I know that it didn't seem so bad last
night because...well...I was really, really drunk and stoned. However,
today the pain is killing me. I'm so horribly sore."

Armand's smile vanished because he could plainly see the hurt on her
face was real. "I'm sorry to hear that my dear. All day I had rather
hoped for a repeat performance. Today was one of the happiest days
of my life, and the anticipation I've had was almost unbearable."

Colette gingerly sat on a big plush cushion. "Owwww," she said and the
tears began to flow in earnest. "I feel like I have failed you as a
wife my dear because I can never let you do that to me again...its,
its just unbearable and I shudder when I think about having a bowel
movement the way I'm feeling right now."

"Oh, I see," Armand replied. A look of extreme disappointment moved
over his handsome features only to be replaced by one of deep and very
profound resignation. Still he went to her and took her gently in his
arms. "This is all my fault. You did your best and that's all anyone
could expect. I love you all the more for giving it a try. Please
don't worry your pretty head anymore. At least I have the memory of
last night to savor...for the rest of my life."

His brave speech only made the girl feel more guilty and she began to
sob again. Deep inside she felt that something had come between them
that could never be undone. It was not a good feeling and she deter-
mined right then and there to do everything in her power to fix things,
save that one thing that she was certain she could never do again!

Inevitably a rift developed between the once happy couple. The long,
intense sexual episodes which they had enjoyed every night became less
and less satisfying. Soon they made love only once per week and then
it was almost like a chore. Afterwards they would lie in bed and stare
at the ceiling deeply troubled, not inspired as before. Often, Colette
would turn away from him and cry herself to sleep. For his part Armand
felt terrible, that it was all his fault. They were both depressed and
confused. For the first time Armand began to think their marriage
might even end in eventual divorce. Then he would hate himself to the
point that he began drinking heavily, often stopping at a bar and
getting wasted before he had to face his worried wife. Armand even
began using whores to satisfy his urges. This only made him hate
himself worse because the whores were cold and business-like. It was
a very bad solution and risky besides.

The changes in Armand did little to bolster Colette's fragile ego. He
would often snap at her and she worried because he was driving himself
home virtually wasted nearly every night. She became more and more
desperate until she found a solution. It was drastic but any solution
was far better than divorce...and she knew that's where they were
headed despite the fact they loved each other more than any of the
other couples in their circle of friends.

She waited until one night when Armand came home less inebriated than
usual. She met him at the door and embraced him lovingly. "We need
to talk," she said.

Armand groaned, perhaps she was leaving him...he couldn't blame her
but it was the last thing he really wanted to hear at that moment.

"If its bad news, let me fix myself a stiff drink first," he requested
solemnly.

"Oh no my dear, I think it could be good news. At least hear me out,
I know things aren't what they used to be but perhaps it isn't quite
the end of the world after all."

"We are going to ...do it again?" Armand asked doubtfully.

Colette grimaced but quickly recovered..."No, not exactly but I have
an idea that might be even better, at least I think we should consider
it."

Armand looked into his wife's beautiful eyes and noticed a hopefulness
there that he hadn't seen in a very long time indeed. Whatever her
idea might be he would certainly hear her out...his curiosity had been
greatly aroused. "Very well, let's hear what this is all about."

Colette nodded but added, "yes, but that drink you mentioned might be
a good idea, I think I could use one also if you don't mind."

"Hmmm," Armand said doubtfully. "This sounds like it might be highly
interesting evening if nothing else!"


Later the duo settled into the den. Outside the rain had commenced and
it fell gently with a pitter patter that was very romantic. Colette
was hesitant for some reason but she took her husband's hand and looked
him dead in the eyes. "I know things have been terrible between us,"
she stammered. "Its just that its really not the fault of either of
us...some things people simply have no control over and sad to say,
not even love can overcome every problem. Its just like Rachel and
John's situation. John lost his job and eventually they divorced for
no reason other than stress caused by financial problems. The thing
is, they really loved each other and probably still do. It just seems
wrong for us to lose the love of our lives over something much more
trivial than that."

"I know exactly how you feel dear," Armand replied. "However, sexual
problems are hardly trivial...look at what we've been going through.
And to be frank about it, I don't wonder that money trouble might be
easier to overcome. If John had landed a job a bit sooner, they would
still be together. I don't think we can solve our problem with some-
thing as simple as all that."

Colette rubbed her hands together fretfully but continued. "Yes, you
are absolutely correct. Our problem isn't a simple one...you have
deep needs that I simply can't meet no matter how much I want to. On
the other hand that doesn't mean there isn't a solution that we can
live with, whether things go back to being perfect like before is one
of those things we shall just have to wait to see what happens."

"I'm listening," Armand said.

She took his hand and squeezed it tightly. "I was thinking the other
day about Susan and Charlie. They are, without a doubt, one of the
happiest couples I have ever seen...don't you agree?"

"Yes, but I don't see..."

"Do you remember how they met?"

Armand thought for a moment, "hmmm, I kind of recall that she was a
mail order bride he ordered from one of those businesses that find
impoverished girls in the London slums and hook them up with men who
are desperate for wives...but what has that to do with us?" He was
beginning to sound a bit impatient and his gaze went back to the
window as if resigned to the notion that his wife was talking inco-
herently...another bad sign.

"Well," Colette did her best to sound chipper and enthusiastic. "I
think it might be a good idea to find you a mail order bride...one that
will fit in perfectly with your special...desires and such."

"Huh?" Armand said, more than a little shocked..."what in hell?"

"Just hear me out dear," Colette said, her voice taking on a tinge of
authority and firmness. "Its perfectly legal for men to take second
wives. Yes, you will have to pay a steep fee for the special license
and the legal stuff will be a pain...but it could be done, and goodness
knows you have the money after the way you've slaved all your life."

Armand was having difficulty recovering from the shock of her proposal.
Yes, some men took second wives, it was legal. However, it was a way
of life that was considered improper by most in society. Armand was
nothing if not conservative, he was about to protest when Colette acted
quickly to continue her assault.

"Just think of it dear, I would have someone to talk to and she could
be like a little sister. You know how I always wished I had a sister
to confide in. I have some literature about these things. I hope you
don't mind me taking the liberty...I wanted to learn more before I said
a word to anyone. There are a great many girls to choose from, and
they give many details about themselves. I've even been to the web-
site and it seems very encouraging. You can...I mean we can, pick
someone that is clean and appealing. They even list their preferences,
things like what they like to eat, the kind of books the read,...and
sexual tendencies. I saw lots that have, well, a great deal of fond-
ness for anal sex. There, I've said my piece. Please say that I'm not
a silly fool...will you think about what I've said at least?"

"You would be alright with all of this?" Armand asked, he was feeling
very strange, a bit at a loss for words to put it mildly. His very
first inclination had been to dismiss Colette's bizarre proposition
outright but she seemed so sincere and adamant. Plus, he had to admit
he found the entire idea more than a little fascinating. How many
times had Charlie bragged that going the bride for order route was
the best move he'd ever made. And that Susan...whoa!...what a steaming
hot piece of work she was!

"Tell me more sweetheart...its crazy, but I guess its a crazy world
we live in today." Colette smiled warmly, seeming very encouraged,
even eager to fill him in on the details. She went to fetch her new
notebook computer. "It's all right here, let's figure this out to-
gether!"

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Armand and Colette were not ones to act rashly. Discussions continued
for several weeks after the initial decision to investigate the possi-
bilities and pitfalls involved should a third partner enter into their
situation. Although he found it difficult to admit, Armand could
barely contain his increasing enthusiasm for the project. The website
provided several pictures of the prospective brides. Their profiles
also included a horde of personal information including their thoughts
about sex. There were lots of stuff about how often they wanted sex,
their favorite positions, turn-ons, etc. Armand spent a TON of time
reading and doing what he considered research. Despite all this, he
was on the verge of nixing the idea. He loved his wife, and there were
potential problems that Armand took more seriously than his wife did.
However, these doubts didn't prevent him from taking Colette's sugges-
tion to correspond with one of the girls. Armand was especially
intrigued by a delicate young beauty named Amy Dorsitt. After much
deliberation, they obtained her address through the website. Then, the
curious couple mailed off a letter of inquiry along with some photos
of the two of them. Much sooner than they had expected, a letter came
in the mail. They eagerly opened the object and read over it
deliberately.

"Dear Armand and Colette,
I was nearly overjoyed to receive your letter. I had almost
given up hope of anyone taking any interest in me. I am small
and skinny because I don't get to eat all that well...being quite
poor. However, I can work harder than you might think and promise
to always do my best in that regards. I was a little surprised to
hear that you were a married couple but thankfully your explan-
ation made everything clear to me. I think that is a very noble
thing that Colette is doing and I will never try to take her
place as first in her husband's heart. I am a quiet person and
have very few requirements other than a small allowance in order
to help my beloved family whom I shall have to leave behind in
tough circumstances. Other than that I shall be satisfied with
my meals and a good roof over my head (for a change).
I am praying that you will seriously consider me as Armand's
second wife. I promise to do all I can to make both of you
happy. I appreciate your mentioning Armand's "special" require-
ments regarding his physical needs. I assure you this will not
be a problem, I will be glad to accommodate him whenever he is
in the mood for his favorite activity. I have never had a real
boyfriend because there is nothing but losers living here in the
slums. However, I do have some experience with the sort of gra-
tification Armand enjoys thanks to an older brother who sometimes
used me to indulge his lust in this way. I hope this does not
shock you but I am determined to be as honest as I can all the
time. Anyhow, I enjoyed doing what my brother wanted but wished
he had been someone else, (like Armand!) During these episodes
I experienced no discomfort and my brother was a fairly large
man. I sincerely hope you don't mind me speaking plainly about
this because I felt you would want me to, considering your sit-
uation and all. If I am going to be part of the family I promise
to keep no secrets from you guys.

Desperately waiting
to hear from you!
yours truly, Amy Dorsitt

Armand and Colette finished the letter. For some reason that he didn't
really understand Armand was very aroused by the simply written words.
For the first time in a very long time Armand and Colette had great
sex after going to bed. For this reason alone Colette felt some hope
that there might be light at the end of the tunnel. Deep inside she
sensed that somehow she was putting herself out on a limb and things
might well end disasterously. At the same time there was no denying
that for the first time in a long, long time, things were actually
looking up. She had never thought of herself as a risk taker or one
to do anything out of the norm. However, she had started the ball
rolling and had no intention of trying to halt it.

They quickly sat down, and together, replied to Amy's letter. More
letters and several phone calls later they had all come to a mutual
decision. Shortly after that Amy arrived from London. The trio went
directly to a quiet chapel in the countryside where Armand and Amy said
their vows. Despite the awkwardness of the situation and a good deal
of nervousness all around, everything went off without a hitch. How-
ever, the long ride back home was rather tense. Amy was a very quiet
person. There was no denying that she was beautiful. Armand's mind
burned with conflicting emotions. He stole glances at both of the
women. Colette struggled to start a conversation. Armand contented
himself with the thought that things would get easier, they just needed
to spend some time together he felt.

Amy had huge blue eyes and beautifully sculpted lips. Her light
brown hair had a bit of curl in it. She was very petite, barely five
feet tall and a hundred pounds at best. Her neck was long and slender,
Armand felt a powerful urge to kiss her there. He had given her a
quick peck on the lips during the ceremony. He imagined doing much,
much more. Unlike Colette, who had very large, heavy breasts, Amy was
virtually a flat chested lass. In fact her slight figure was quite
boyish in many respects, very wispy indeed. Like the rest of her, her
hips and shoulders were very slender and finely formed. Amy's clean
and clear complexion was hardly marred by a few tiny freckles on her
cheekbones. Armand found her very fetching to put it mildly. He
wondered what her body would feel like pressed against his. This
thought made his head reel and he felt more awkward than ever.

Colette also found Amy very attractive. She hated to admit it but
this worried her some. She knew well that look in Armand's eyes. He
had used to look at her that way. Whatever, it was to late to turn
back now or even complain. Amy was just as married to Armand as she
was. As if she sensed Colette's discomfort, Amy looked at her and
smiled warmly. She spoke a few words about how nice the weather was.
Her voice was soft and unassuming. Colette felt a vibe that she and
Amy could become friends. She just hoped that, whatever happened,
nothing came between her and the best friend she'd ever had...Armand.
What an unusual turn her life had taken Colette decided. Future events
promised to be anything but boring. The question was precisely how
much newness and change was she prepared to handle. It was a thing
both unsettling and a bit exciting all at the same time.

"You look incredible in that dress," Amy said. "Your figure is so
wonderful...Armand is such a lucky man to have you." I appreciate
this dress you bought for me by the way. I cringe at the thought that
I might have gotten married in that horrible thing my mother gave me...
although she meant well, it was awful."

Colette realized that Amy was stealing glances at her very low cut
bodice. Colette was well endowed, perhaps Amy was a bit envious. It
brought a smile to her face when she pondered the fact that they were
envious of each other it seemed. Colette shyly looked out the window
for a moment and Amy did the same. It was a start in their warming
up process, albeit a small step it might be.

Amy was nervous, very nervous. She prayed that Armand and Colette were
not noticing how uncomfortable she felt. Colette was an incredibly
lovely woman. How could she possibly compete with her on any level?
What expectations Armand must have? The girl felt overwhelmed. She
could only do her best to make both of them happy. They were so well
dressed and sophisticated as opposed to the type of low class people
Amy had grown up around. Thank goodness her father had home schooled
her and at least she could read and write as well as most. This was
little consolation though. The way Armand stared at her didn't help
matters. What if Colette became jealous? Of course Colette had agreed
to everything but this was still rather confusing and disconcerting to
say the least. She was also very concerned about Armand's sexual
preferences. Amy was not a virgin but she had lied about her episodes
with her brother. Her only real experience with sex was a couple of
times when her drunken uncle had caught her alone and forced her to
have sex with him. It had not been at all enjoyable sex either. Still,
Armand was a lot more desirable than that fat fiend. The idea of
letting him get to know her intimately made her blush. For this reason
Amy spent much of the ride home looking out the window, pretending to
take an interest in the lovely countryside. This was easy to do because
the young girl had a deep appreciation of beauty, be it within music,
poetry, books, or some wonder provided by nature.

They passed a field where two horses were mating vigorously. Colette
chuckled nervously, "perhaps they're on their wedding night also."
Amy was shocked to hear her say such a thing but she smiled bravely.
Armand made no comment. It crossed Amy's mind it would soon be her
wedding night and she wondered how the sleeping arrangements would be
worked out. She became more nervous than ever. Amy sat in the front
with Colette who was doing the driving for some reason.

Armand fumbled around in the back, "ah, there it is at last," he said.
He popped the cork on the champagne and passed glasses around. "Only
a sip for me since I'm driving," Colette said.

Amy tasted the liquor and it was delightful. In fact, it was her first
ever taste of champagne. It might even settle her nerves she decided,
before taking a much larger swallow. By the time Colette drove the
car into their drive, Armand and Amy were both quite stoned and singing
like fools. "You live here?!" Amy gasped. They had met her at the
bus station, not here.

"No, actually, WE live here," Armand declared. Amy giggled nervously,
it was all hard to believe...even though she was drunk.

They left the car in the garage and entered the large house. Colette
gave the drunken, stumbling Amy something of a tour. "This is your
room," Colette said.

"Oh my, its simply magnificent," Amy said, obviously awestruck. "I'm
don't know how to thank you."

"Let me show you the bath...you'll have your own you know." Amy
followed the lovely blond into the bath where Colette unexpectedly
shut the door. "I sent Armand for pizza...we have a few minutes to
talk," Colette said a bit hesitantly.

"Of course," Amy replied, some apprehension in her voice. Colette
exhaled before continuing. "I can sense how nervous you are, and its
all perfectly understandable. I was hoping that perhaps I could do
something to make you feel more at home. Tell me sweetheart, do you
think I am an attractive woman. I saw you staring at my breasts in
the strangest way. And for your information, I am stunned at your
boyish loveliness. In a way you remind me of the twelve year old boy
who became my first lover when I was 17. He was the son of my mother's
best friend. Thank goodness no one ever found out."

Amy's eyes widened, "that's a very unusual story and it must have been
a very fun adventure but I'm not sure where you're going by telling me
that?"

"Oh Amy, you dear sweet girl, must I spell it out for you...I know this
may sound awful of me to say but you turn me on...there I've said what
I've been thinking all day. If it upsets you, please forgive me."

"Oh no Colette, I'm not upset...a bit confused though, I suppose you
want to tell me you're bisexual? Its not something so uncommon but why
didn't you tell me in your letters, is it a secret you've kept hidden
from Armand?"

"Honestly Amy, I've only had vague feeling about other women until
today. Now my feeling aren't so vague. You're just so damned pretty!"