Andorra nodded. “Yes, Muslims are allowed four wives and Fundamentalist Mormons have several wives as well. There are probably a lot of people around America who have more than one wife. But more than one husband, not so many. Although—Wait a minute, isn’t there some other culture where all the brothers marry one woman?”
Raleigh took his cell phone out of his pocket and began punching things into it. “Parts of Northern India, Kinnaur, and Tibet all practice polyandry and have for centuries,” he said.
“Kinnaur? Where’s that?” asked Andorra.
“Up around Northern India and Tibet. They’re all places fairly close together,” Raleigh answered.
Now that it’d been mentioned, Kingston remembered hearing all that before. Perhaps when the idea of ménages was first discussed. But it did mean that this was an old, traditional practice, not just a recent innovation. But would that help ordinary people accept it?
Raleigh started laughing and he stared at him. “Oh, wow, you really need to Google King Gustav III of Sweden, his new bride Sophia Magdalena of Denmark, and the man who looked after the king’s horses, Adolf Fredrik Munck af Fulkila. With the horse master’s help Gustav IV was conceived and born and Mr. Munck became very rich as a reward for his excellent advice and help.”
“What?” Andorra jumped up to look over Raleigh’s shoulder, while Kingston, wiggled his mouse to wake up his computer and began typing. It really was a very funny story. Not necessarily true in every aspect, but it seemed the poor king was sexually innocent to the level he didn’t even know what to do with a woman and the good horse master helped him out. “It’s lucky DNA testing hadn’t been invented back then.”
“Hell yes, although it’d be fun to know exactly how this Adolf man helped the king.” Andorra was giggling so hard she was holding her sides.
She was so beautiful and such a joy to be around. Just seeing her happy and laughing like this made his belly clench with happiness—and his cock harden with the need to fuck her! But right now he had to make a decision for Bronx.
“All right, getting back to the topic at hand—”
Andorra giggled again, and he had the urge to pull her into his arms and use his hands firmly on her ass, maybe while she sucked his dick. Hmm, if she was over his lap was that possible? He might try that tonight and see if it worked.
Kingston dragged his mind out of Andorra’s pants and back to the situation at Pine Corner. “Raleigh, what are you suggesting I say to them?”
“I’d begin by gradually letting it be known they’re a threesome. Then mention things like these other ethnic and religious groups. See how it goes. And then mate.”
“They could have some kind of commitment ceremony. Invite their customers and all the people they work with to the ceremony,” said Andorra.
“They’re both excellent ideas. Thanks for your help.” Kingston truly valued their advice. As always, it was helpful to him and showed him a clear pathway forward. Because inevitably this problem would arise again, as more and more of his people formed ménages.
He sighed and bent to his computer again to write an email back to Bronx. Bronx was a good man. He’d figure out a way to make it work out.
* * * *
Bronx waited until Nevis was in town, having coffee with one of her new friends, before sitting on the deck with York. “We have to mate Nevis, and that means changing her mind. Master Kingston has suggested sounding out the feelings of the town by letting them know about us in a gradual way, but when I came to think about it, we’ve sort of done that already. We three are always together, we share the trailer, and there wasn’t a word from the people at the Pine Corner Plaza after we moved together into one room there.”
“I think that worked in our favor. When we first arrived we had separate rooms, but later we shared a room. That was almost like explaining we were falling in love, don’t you think?” asked York.
“Good point. So the next step. How do we get from there to ensuring the locals won’t turn on us if we admit we’re a permanent triad?”
York stared back at him. He truly respected this man, his best friend, and was looking forward to be mated to him as well as to Nevis. If they could figure out how to do it!
They were both silent for a long time. Bronx had thought and thought and come up without a useful idea, so he relaxed back in his chair and gazed across the parking lot. Animal was in his regular daytime position, parked parallel to the security fence where the signs on his side were clearly visible to passersby. A lot of men stopped to stare at him. He was a full-sized B-Train, not the latest model by any means, but they kept him washed and polished, and his shiny metal did catch the eye.