California Reaming - A Woman's Adventures In Polyamory

My first sexual experience with a couple occurred in the winter of 1969. I had just graduated from Berkeley, and being uncertain about grad school yet, I decided to go to work for a while full-time. Until I could really make up my mind and decide what I wanted to be when I grew up. I landed a job in a local hospital. Before I had worked part-time during college as a ward secretary at Alta Bates Hospital. That got my foot in the door. Being a good speller, my second hospital job took me into radiology transcribing.

The hospital was quite a place. My immediate boss was a gay woman, and our boss in the department was a woman I ended up having an affair with.

In between all these comings and goings, I had also put an ad in the local paper, The Berkeley Barb it was called. That's how I met one of my longer relationships of the time, G was her name.

G and I developed our own little quirks in our relationship, which did not turn out all that well. But along the way she did me some good by turning me onto her current male sex partner. G, I should mention, was also bisexual. Even though the word was never part of our currency back then. Most of the people I knew had relationships with men and women.

Isn't that nice to hear? And they never felt a need to have to identify themselves. We just did it, baby.

G's male friend was named D, who was an insurance adjustor who was going to law school at night and studying for the bar. G remarked to me of him, "He is the best male lover I think I have ever had."

Hhmmm, said I, expressing probably way too much curiosity for my own good. D and G had started sleeping together, and it was their intention to bring along D's ex-wife, J, with whom he was still on good terms. Good enough to still have sex with her on occasion.

But before they could develop their little threesome plans, G suggested I call D and try him on for size, so to speak.

I did. In fact, D and his ex and I all made a date together. I rode up on my motorcycle to J's house in the Oakland Hills. We all liked each other. We liked each other so much we ended up in bed together.

It was fun. But when I told my lover G about it the next day, she got really pissed. I had beaten her to it and she realized she had jealous feelings after all.

TO BE CONTINUED