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After an early retirement, the forever adventurous Jocelyn hears about the romantic, tropical setting of the bayou in the Philippines. With plenty of cash from the sale of her house and business, she's ready to give the third world a try. As a "rich American" she finds romance and success but still looks for the elusive dream of happiness.~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~Although Cesar was a fabulous culinary artist and seemed to Jocelyn like an honest man with a pleasing personality, she sensed he had a deep emotional problem. She wanted to talk to him alone and chose a particular evening when she knew he would be finishing his work for the day. As he was getting ready to close up, she ordered a meal and asked him to join her."Cesar," she said with a bright smile. "You have been a wonderful friend in welcoming me to this beautiful island. You have been like a chaperone and guardian. I don't mean to be personal or offend you in any way, but if I can help you with whatever is bothering you, please allow me to do so."“Is it that obvious?” he asked with a faint grin.Jocelyn returned the grin with an affirmative nod of her head.“I don’t want to be a cry baby, but since you are concerned, I’ll share some personal things with you,” Cesar said. “Since I was a child, I wanted to be a chef in a fancy restaurant. My parents could not afford formal training for me but I read books and cooked at home. Whenever there was a wedding or any other event, I jumped at the opportunity to cook. I was certain that my big chance would come, perhaps in Cebu and when I met Jasmine, we shared my ambition together, but nothing ever happened. We have our one and only small child. We wanted to have more children but that may never happen, and I am stuck here in this tiny little place where I work for twelve hours a day for a very small salary. Jasmine expected so much more out of life, but I have not given it to her and now we seldom touch…if you know what I mean.”“Yes, I think I know what your mean,” Jocelyn said. “Your love-life is less than robust and you are disenchanted with your station in life.”“You’re right on, Jocelyn but there’s another thing:  whenever I try to please my wife, she is disinterested and has even suggested what she calls “experimentation” and I don’t know if I’m ready to handle that.”At that point, Jocelyn could not help but recall the many affairs she had experienced after her divorce. They all came to an end without total fulfillment, but nevertheless, they were exciting and she accepted them as important in her personality and character development. She assumed correctly that Cesar’s wife wanted to bring another person into their bed and that whomever they chose could be of either sex. What could it hurt if I am that person? she asked herself. When she saw the sadness in Cesar’s countenance as he spoke, Jocelyn made a quick decision.“Well, Cesar, I don’t claim to be a marriage counselor or a sex therapist, but I don’t think that the ‘experimentation’ that your wife wants would be harmful to your marriage. You and your wife are beautiful people and I want very much for you and her stay together. I have an idea and the downside risk seems very small to me.”Cesar was stunned and speechless as he listened to Jocelyn’s suggestion for a menage a trois with herself as the third person. He assured Jocelyn that he found her to be a very attractive woman...

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Family Threesome 3

By Houston Cei

Cover by Moira Nelligar

Copyright © 2017 by Houston Cei

All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reprinted without permission from the author.

~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~

The following story is entirely of the author's imagination. All events and characters are fictional. Any similarities to actual events or real persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Preface

Family Threesome Three is a continuation of the saga of Love in the Forbidden Zone. It features the development of the character and personality of Jocelyn Farrell with import events in her life. When Jocelyn realized that she could not get back her ex-husband, Edward, the man for whom she still had a special place in her heart, she planned a dramatic change in her life. Throughout their marriage, Edward had always been a great provider, thus most of the money she made from her successful boutique business went into a savings account drawing good interest. After selling her house and liquidating her store, she had well over a million dollars in cash reserve to begin her new life.

During escrow, she became friends with the couple who bought her house. The wife was a Filipina named Joy who told Jocelyn in detail and in dramatic fashion about life in the Philippines. The forever adventurous Jocelyn made plans to give living in a tropical setting a try. Jocelyn is the lead character in this third tale of Love in the Forbidden Zone that takes place in the early 1990s. The author reminds the reader that the early part of the story is set in the Philippines when it was still pretty much a third world country. Personal computers and cell phones were in existence at the time but not commonplace and certainly not so in the developing countries. The Philippines was and still is at the time of this writing a very poor country by Western standards, but Jocelyn would be arriving as a “rich American” and experience a life that in some ways was very much different from most of the native people.

The story includes many graphic sexual scenes, including continuations of the love-lives of the Laurences and also Edward Farrell and his daughter, Beverly. The story is one of drama, intrigue and surprises.

Chapter 1: Life on a Tropical Island

At the airport in San Francisco, Jocelyn was accompanied by Joy and her husband, her daughter Beverly and also her ex-husband, Edward. Her dramatic move to the Philippines was a bittersweet event, especially for Beverly. The farewell hug and kiss was accompanied with a flood of tears from both mother and daughter. Edward and Jocelyn kissed each other tenderly on the cheek. Joy was all smiles as she felt certain that her friend would enjoy the change of scene and find happiness.

“Even if you one day decide to return, it will be a wonderful experience,” Joy assured her.

As they all watched the plane disappear in the sky, a strange sense of longing came over Edward. Since the divorce, their contacts had been short and few and they had accepted that fact, but now that his ex-wife was virtually moving to another world, he was missing her. Unconsciously, Jocelyn had a similar feeling about leaving her homeland, but her conscious thoughts were dominated by the adventure that was only a day ahead of her.

Joy would love to have accompanied Jocelyn on the trip but she had neither the time nor the money to match her friend’s instant plans. As a registered nurse, Joy had a good income but her family in the Philippines was very poor and she sent them a substantial amount of money regularly, thus a vacation had to be well planned in advance.

Jocelyn arrived in Manila and was met by Joy’s mother, father, two brothers and two sisters. There was a crowd of locals waving and calling out to the arriving passengers, including Joy’s oldest brother holding up a cardboard sign that read in all capitals, “WELCOME JOCELYN TO PI.”

Joy’s oldest brother, Cesar, was the most vocal member of the Reyes family, and after all around greetings, he said to Jocelyn in very fluent English, “All of us, including my sister in the States, wanted to show you Manila first before we go to the province near Cebu. We have family in both places.”

They could have taken a taxi but Joy’s family wanted to introduce Jocelyn to Filipino culture right off the bat with a ride in a jeepney, a bus-like jeep that that is very noisy and smells strongly of diesel fumes. At first, the novelty of the bumpy ride was amusing to Jocelyn but after almost an hour of accordion style driving in heavy traffic and breathing in the diesel fumes, she was pleased to finally arrive at her new friends’ destination.

The neighborhood was extremely crowed with poverty visible as far as the eye could see. Being light-skinned with a pointed nose and standing five feet nine, Jocelyn stood out as an American, who virtually every Filipino saw as someone very rich. She was almost swarmed by many young beggars with their hands stretched out while they were pleading in Tagalog. Jocelyn had exchanged dollars for pesos at the airport in San Francisco, and being the sensitive and generous person she was, she started to open her purse, but Cesar immediately cautioned her, “Do not open your purse here. We must get you to a safe place.” Cesar and his brother flanked Jocelyn as they walked on. She could hardly believe her eyes as they passed a myriad of poorly constructed shanty dwellings, most of which had wavy-like sheets of metal for roofs that were held intact by old, worn tires on top. There were women on their knees washing clothes and dishes by hand in buckets. For some of the people, the only shelter available were sheets hanging from posts to serve as walls and blankets overhead as ceilings.

What did I get myself into? This is Joy’s idea of paradise?, Jocelyn asked herself.

After about a fifteen minute walk, the Reyes family brought Jocelyn to a house that was somewhat better constructed than some of the ones she had seen thus far, but it was still dramatically below what anyone from the United States could imagine as a dwelling place. Upon meeting the other members of the family in the tiny dwelling, Jocelyn was treated like a queen. All of the furniture was old and worn but everything had been cleaned in anticipation of the guest from America.

During her stay at the small house in Manila, Jocelyn witnessed more of the shocking reality of the life-style of the average Filipino family. There were two old refrigerators that did not work but were used as cupboards for storage. There were beds for the head of the family, his wife and the girls, but the two brothers slept on the floor. There was no hot water and the toilet did not have a tank; it was flushed by filling a bucket with water poured into the stool. That same bucket was used for showering. The method was to lather up, then squat down and pour the water over the body to rinse.

The girls gave up their one single bed that they slept in together to the welcome guest. Cesar was the family cook whenever he came to visit Manila. He was a very good one and was a professional in his province near Cebu. During her three day stay in Manila, Jocelyn found meal-time to be her favorite time of the day. She loved the Filipino food and that was certainly attributed to Cesar’s culinary talent. Although Cesar was the sole member of the immediate family that actually lived in the province of Santander on the island of Cebu, there were other family members that his parents and siblings were longing to visit. After conversation, Jocelyn insisted on financing the trip for everyone.

The Philippines is a country of the “haves” and the “haves nots” and although most persons are of the latter, everyone did not live in poverty. There were well-to-do Filipino business persons who purchased older American cruise ships for the 24 hour voyage from Manila to Cebu. This was a lucrative business; not only did it attract tourists but also many Filipinos in Manila and surrounding cities had family in the provinces that they longed to visit. These ships were by no means as luxurious as the cruise lines seen on the “Love Boat” TV series but to the average Filipino, to be riding on one of them was a luxury.

Jocelyn was excited and thrilled by the ride, especially considering she was away from the traffic and noise of Manila. She had her own private cabin and had purchased three other separate ones for Mr. and Mrs. Reyes, one for the two brothers and one for the sisters. All members of the Reyes family were excited by the royal treatment they received at the expense of their American visitor. The other times that they had been on the voyage to Cebu they were in the lower class section where people were packed together like canned sardines. The clear blue water was beautiful and the ship passed by many small islands were Jocelyn was told that the inhabitants were living a very simply life with little or money or modern conveniences but in most cases living happily.

After the “Love Boat” docked in the harbor of Cebu, Jocelyn and the Reyes family boarded an air-conditioned bus for an hour long trek to the province of Santander. The comfort of the bus was pure luxury compared to a jeepney of Manila. It was a coastal route of scenery that Jocelyn found to be breathtaking. As she was viewing the sapphire blue waters of the Visayan Sea, the myriad of coconut trees and other forestry and many bamboo dwelling structures with thatched roofs, she thought to herself, now this looks just like the paradise Joy described.

The main street of Santander was an unpaved, dirt road over which a bus passed through only a few times a day. There were no jeepneys, cars or commercial motor cycles as in Manila, thus basically almost no traffic except for an occasional privately owned 100 cc or less motorcycle. The air was fresh with no debris on the ground which could be contributed to the fact that there were almost no commercially packaged goods for sale in the province.

Most of the people lived in bamboo huts with thatched roofs which Jocelyn found to be charming. There was no running water in most of these huts but there was well outside of Cesar’s home that was shared with five other families. That was where they washed clothes, dishes and took their shower with the bucket. The outhouse, known as the “casillas” in Visayan dialect was also shared with several families.

Cesar introduced Jocelyn to his wife, Jasmine, who was lovely and cordial but she did not feel as welcomed by her as she had been treated up to that point. In any case, accommodations were made to make their American guest as comfortable as possible.

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Over the weeks, Jocelyn adapted very well to Filipino culture. Being from the San Joaquin Valley in California, the heat did not bother her. She was amused by the commerce in the tiny town. There were a couple of small bakeries and the small grocery stores could each stock only about as much food as a stateside family of five would have in the pantry and refrigerator. The food service operation where Cesar worked was a one man show. It could hardly be call a restaurant but had a counter and two tables with four chairs each. He was the cook, the waiter, cashier and also the dishwasher. It did fairly well but just enough to pay him a meager salary and a small profit for the owner who lived in Cebu.

Although Cesar was a fabulous culinary artist and seemed to Jocelyn like an honest man with a pleasing personality, she sensed he had a deep emotional problem. She had been living with his family and sometimes staying with him and his wife and thus felt obligated to give him any support he might need. She wanted to talk to him alone and chose a particular evening when she knew he would be finishing his work for the day. As he was getting ready to close up, she ordered a meal and asked him to join her.

“Cesar,” she said with a bright smile. “You have been a wonderful friend in welcoming me to this beautiful island. You have been like a chaperone and guardian. I don’t mean to be personal or offend you in any way, but if I can help you with whatever is bothering you, please allow me to do so.”

“Is it that obvious?” he asked with a faint grin.

Jocelyn returned the grin with an affirmative nod of her head.

“I don’t want to be a cry baby, but since you are concerned, I’ll share some personal things with you,” Cesar said. “Since I was a child, I wanted to be a chef in a fancy restaurant. My parents could not afford formal training for me but I read books and cooked at home. Whenever there was a wedding or any other event, I jumped at the opportunity to cook. I was certain that my big chance would come, perhaps in Cebu and when I met Jasmine, we shared my ambition together, but nothing ever happened. We have our one and only small child. We wanted to have more children but that may never happen, and I am stuck here in this tiny little place where I work for twelve hours a day for a very small salary. Jasmine expected so much more out of life, but I have not given it to her and now we seldom touch…if you know what I mean.”

“Yes, I think I know what your mean,” Jocelyn said. “Your love-life is less than robust and you are disenchanted with your station in life.”

“You’re right on, Jocelyn but there’s another thing: whenever I try to please my wife, she is disinterested and has even suggested what she calls “experimentation” and I don’t know if I’m ready to handle that.”