by Krista Wolf
Adam worked construction, a general contractor for his father’s company. It explained his sun-bronzed skin and his amazing physique. The more he talked though, the more I got the sense that something was wrong. That either the company wasn’t doing that well, or maybe his father wasn’t. Or both.
“I’m trying to revitalize things,” he explained awkwardly, “but it’s hard. My father’s old. Set in his ways. And there’s a lot of competition out there, now. Younger companies, doing younger-company things to gain an edge over us.”
Dante’s family lived far away, and I learned he’d come here to go to school at Ithaca. He was the sharpest of his siblings, or at least, the most ambitious. Somehow his parents had scraped up enough to send him away, and his business degree was a source of intense pride for them.
“I miss them a lot,” he said, of his parents and brothers and sisters, “but I can always go visit. The job I have now… it’s too good. I’ve worked too hard in the company, making my way up to CFO.” He smiled, playing with my hair as I lay in his lap. “Besides, I love the weather here. I never had snow before. I never had cold.”
“You like the cold?” I laughed up at him. “Really?”
“It’s cool and different, having a change of seasons,” he shrugged. “In San Diego we have one season: summer. Virtually all year round.”
He looked so sexy staring down at me, with his chiseled face and dark features. And he was dressed so casually, too. So totally unlike the shirt and tie he’d worn on our first date, having come from an office where that sort of thing was standard. It was hot to think of him both ways, almost like a Clark Kent and Superman. All business at work. All play at home.
“What about you?” Adam asked abruptly. “We don’t know much about you at all.”
He was rubbing my feet. Almost putting me to sleep with his two strong hands, the balls of his thumbs digging deliciously into my arches.
But now, all of a sudden… I sat up.
“Me?” I laughed nervously. “Oh, I’m boring. Trust me.”
They both chuckled. “I doubt that very much,” said Dante. “C’mon. Let’s hear it. Tell us all about Hannah.”
The name suddenly seemed so foreign. Totally alien to me. Up until this moment I’d been wearing it so comfortably. But now…
All about Hannah…
Now it seemed like I was… like I was…
Lying?
I tried to push the guilt away. It was a little white lie, really. Wasn’t it? I mean it was just a name.
But shouldn’t you feel bad, Brooke? Lying to them?
The truth was nagging at me. Chewing away at the happy little scenario I’d created, in the back of my mind.
“Okay,” I said, eager to change the subject. “Tell me more about dating me. Tell me more about how this whole thing would work, and how it’s worked in the past for you, and what a relationship like this would look like in the long term.”
Dante sniffed, draining his wine glass. Adam chuckled. “Man, that’s a whole lot of questions.”
“Yeah, well it’s a complicated situation,” I countered. “And I’ve never done this before.”
“That is a lot of questions,” Dante agreed. “What are you, writing up a report or something?”
My expression was a big wide smile, but inside, my whole body ran cold.
“Yeah sure,” I half-lied. “I’m working on some homework.” I put one hand on my hip. “So are you gonna answer, or—”
“Maybe you should take that top off.”
I paused mid-sentence, staring back at Adam. “Wait… what?”
“Take your top off,” he smirked boldly. “We’ll answer a question for every piece of clothing you remove.”
Dante leaned back, folding his hands behind his head. His face was plastered with the same mischievous grin. “Now there’s an idea I can get behind.”
I sighed, shrugged, then reached down to pull my shirt over my head. I stopped halfway, somewhere around my bra.
“Wait a minute,” I protested. “I’m only wearing a few things. After two or three questions, I’ll be down to my underwear.”
Adam laughed out loud, while Dante nodded eagerly. “That works for us.”
I frowned for a moment, curling my mouth into my ‘thinking face’. I needed answers. They needed my clothes off. Maybe we could have the best of both worlds.
“Stay here,” I said, spinning in the direction of my bedroom. “I’ll be right back…”
Twenty-One
ADAM
“So if the three of you were to date me…” Hannah purred, strutting before us, “exactly what would it be like?”
Dante and I were still on the couch, glasses in hand. Relaxing backward into the cushions, deep into the second bottle of wine.
“I’ll need to know everything if I’m going to make a decision,” she teased. “So don’t skimp. Be sure to tell me all of it…”
She was wearing several layers of clothes now, swaying to some faint background music. I saw shirts, bottoms, even socks. None of it was the least bit sexy — at least not yet. Judging from how long it took her to come out of her bedroom however, I was still holding out hope.
“Well it would be almost like dating us individually,” I said, “only there would be three of us. We’d all be your boyfriends. And you’d be our girl.”
“The four of us would be exclusive to each other, of course,” added Dante. “We’d take down our profile and stop looking for anyone else.”
Hannah squinted as she considered our answer. Slowly, with an attempt at seduction, she pulled one of the shirts over her head. For a brief moment her bare stomach was exposed, but unfortunately the rest of the shirts fell to cover it.
“So what about dates?” she asked.
“What about them?”
“Would we all take turns going out?” Hannah asked. “I mean, would you guys have specific days you’d each see me? Would there be a schedule, or…”
Dante practically choked into his wine glass. I took mercy and answered for him.
“No, no… nothing like that,” I told her. “We’d get together with you whenever we could. Go on dates with you, both together and alone.”
Our beautiful blonde hostess began wriggling out of a pair of ugly grey sweatpants. A second pair of blue sweatpants lay beneath.
“I see.”
I was a bit mesmerized, watching her hips move. Seeing her shake the sweats past her curvy little ass, before stepping out of them entirely.
“Sometimes it might be all three of us,” Dante offered. “Or sometimes two. Other times we’d date you one on one, depending on who’s around.”
“So I’d have individual relationships with each of you,” Hannah confirmed.
“Totally,” I jumped in. “We wouldn’t want it any other way.”
She nodded, taking it all in. Absorbing it, as if memorizing it for a test. It was a little strange, but I chalked it up to curiosity. After all, it wasn’t every day someone laid out the framework for dating three people simultaneously.
“In the end, we’re all friends,” Dante added. “We share everything.”
Hannah smirked as she rolled her hips to the music. “Oh, I got that part.”
“Well then realize this would be your relationship every bit as much as ours,” I offered. “You could have things any way you wanted, all you’d have to do is ask.”
“Anything?” she cooed, peeling away another shirt.
“Anything,” I confirmed, staring her straight in her pretty blue eyes. “Nothing would be off-limits.”
The song changed. The inquires continued. Hannah went on swaying to the music, stripping off layer after layer while asking a long line of well-thought out questions. We delved into a little of just about everything — even some scenarios we hadn’t encountered the other times we’d had a girlfriend together, short-lived or otherwise.
“We’re all good with this Hannah,” Dante said at last. “Trust me, there’s no jealou
sy. No one is ever excluded, but of course there will be times when one or more of us can’t make something.” He shrugged again. “It’s like any other relationship, really. Only with a lot more flexible schedule.”
“Especially for you,” I winked. “There are three of us, but only one of you. So you’ll be busy.”
I saw her go adorably flush, especially at my last statement. The shirts and sweats were all gone now, and she was down to a sexy little pajama set. Almost there.
“Ultimately it’s up to you,” said Dante, “whether or not you’re okay with this.” He cast me a short, knowing glance. “We know from experience, it’s a lot to handle. It’s not exactly for everyone.”
He stood up to reach for her, but Hannah countered by pushing on his chest. She smiled as he fell back down, into his place on the couch.
“I’m gonna need a little more time,” she said coyly. “Maybe some more… research.”
I watched, trance-like, as she took off the last two pieces of clothing. Beneath the pair of pajama tops and bottoms, a lacy black outfit emerged.
“Damn…” breathed Dante.
Our beautiful blonde lover stood before us in a pair of black, thigh-high stockings with fishnet tops. Satin red garters ran upward to a matching garter belt, wrapping around the tiniest pair of G-string panties I’d ever seen.
“Maybe…” Hannah said, moving forward, “the two of you could persuade me.”
She wasn’t wearing anything on top. Her beautiful breasts hung totally bare, feeling warm and sexy against my chest as she leaned in to kiss me.
“Do you think you could?” she murmured, climbing into my lap. Her hair fell forward, framing our faces in shimmering waves. I could feel the heat of her breath, as her lips brushed softly against mine.
“Yes.”
I moved to kiss her, but she smiled and turned her head. A second later, she was nibbling on my ear. Driving me absolutely wild, although she had no way of knowing it was one of my biggest weaknesses.
Fuck…
“I know you’ve done this before,” she whispered, tracing her tongue over the edge of my earlobe, “but I want you to show me everything. Don’t hold back. Don’t go slow. Just…”
She gyrated downward, grinding herself into me. I grunted as she threw one leg over either side of mine, screwing her ass against the growing bulge between my legs.
“Teach me.”
I was totally dizzy now. Desperate with need for her. I wanted to pin her to the floor and spread her legs wide. I wanted the wet, silky feeling of sliding inside her… staring into Hannah’s eyes as we stretched the limits of our bodies, together.
“Will you do that, Adam?” she asked, her voice dripping with mock innocence. With a sudden flourish she slid backwards. She pushed my knees apart, then dropped between them to the floor.
“Would the both of you do that for me?
Staring back and forth between Dante and I, she reached out and began rubbing our growing erections. She looked incredible, down on her knees. Like a blonde-tressed goddess, stroking me. Squeezing me. Unbuttoning me, and then reaching for the waistband of my jeans…
“We’d do anything for you,” I groaned, lifting my hips.
Twenty-Two
“HANNAH”
I went down on them together, side by side. Licking them slowly up and down. Swallowing them whole. Switching back and forth between them, one big erection filling each of my eager hands.
It felt incredibly wicked, doing it on my knees. Doing it in my sluttiest lingerie; an outfit bought for a trip never taken. I was on my own living room floor. Blowing two guys at the same time, with the lights dim and soft music playing and my pussy getting wetter and wetter, in anticipation of what these two muscle-bound savages were going to do to it.
God, I felt like a totally different person.
“Hannah” was everything I could never be as Brooke. She was impulsive instead of measured. Bold and boisterous, instead of generally quiet and reserved. Best of all she was open to crazy new things — like sucking off a pair of virtual strangers on her own couch — that my true self would never have done.
In a way it felt powerful. Totally free. Like I’d liberated myself of some self-imposed shackles, socially and emotionally. Bonds I’d never even realized I’d been wearing at all.
But beyond that? The whole thing was unspeakably hot. Running my hands over their flat stomachs. Bringing them hard in my wet, churning mouth. Teasing their smooth bare thighs with my manicured fingernails, before cupping their heavy balls in my eager hands.
Adam rose first. He climbed behind me as I prostrated myself before Dante, making heavy eye-contact with him as I practically worshiped his cock. I felt the familiar tug of my G-string, being pulled to one side. The flutter of excitement in my stomach, as Adam pressed the head of his swollen cock snugly against my slick, eager entrance.
He pushed in with a slow hiss, feeling so big and thick inside me it skirted the line between pleasure and pain. Pleasure won out though, my mind swimming with the contentment of being so utterly, thoroughly filled. Adam’s hands went to my hips. His fingers curled, digging into my flesh. Sending a shockwave of anticipation through my body, as he began pumping me with deep, deliberate strokes.
“I missed this fucking thing…” he murmured, somewhere behind me. The sentence came out tight, almost like a curse. “The whole time we were gone, I couldn’t stop thinking about being inside you again.”
The words were sexy, dirty, sensuous. They had me gushing.
“God, you feel so tight…”
I bucked and rolled my hips, sending myself against him. And the whole time, moaning around Dante’s cock. The harder Adam fucked me the deeper I went, swallowing his friend all the way down to the balls. I was surprising myself. Reaching all new limits of what I thought I could do, and then breaking those limits as well.
“Tell me you like it.”
“MMMmmmMMMmmm…” I moaned. I was a little too busy to talk.
“Tell me you—”
“I love it…” I gasped, popping Dante from my mouth. Gripping him tightly by the base, I ran his wet shaft up and down the side of my face. “I fucking LOVE it…”
Adam’s hands went tighter, his fingers digging deeper. I glanced back to see his two big arms, flexing mightily. The deep, beautiful cuts separating his biceps and triceps, straining to keep my ass in line as he picked up the pace and started fucking me in earnest.
Suddenly I felt Dante’s fingers roll, as he made a fist in my hair. There was a flash of pain, the pull of a few strands… then he was plunging my face back downward, over his hard, throbbing cock.
“Awwww fuck,” he grunted, as he slid all the way in. My hands were on his thighs now. I could feel them flexing powerfully, just beneath my open palms. “Holy fuck...”
He held my head down for a moment, keeping himself buried deep in my throat. A few long seconds went by, while he held me pinned and motionless. I could feel his shaft, throbbing powerfully against my tonsils. The smooth, rounded head of his cock, twitching crazily, beating exactly in rhythm with his heart…
“Fuuuuuuuck!”
His orgasm happened abruptly, and came as a complete surprise. I felt his fist roll a little bit tighter, and then he was shooting off, straight down my throat.
Oh… oh wow…
I held my breath at first. The underside of Dante’s cock thumped powerfully against my tongue, pulsing three, four, five and six times. It poured down my throat, he was really that deep. So far down, all I had to do was relax and accept it.
“FUCK ME…”
He was cursing loudly, saying the same words over and over. Holding me tightly against him, but not so much as to cause me to gag or pull back. Eventually his grip relaxed. His fingers fell away, sifting through my hair. Almost apologetically he sank back into the couch, his totally-rigid body going utterly and completely limp.
And through it all I swallowed him, moving my lips up and down. Draining every l
ast drop of him into my belly, which felt warm and fuzzy and now filled with something other than butterflies.
I barely noticed that Adam had stopped screwing me. He had me pulled tightly against him, pinning my soft ass against his hard, sculpted stomach. He’d kept me impaled on his rock-hard manhood the whole time, while watching everything I’d just done to his friend.
“That was fucking crazy,” he breathed when we were finished, and my mouth was my own again. I sucked in a long, wonderful breath. Wiped one forearm across my swollen, glistening lips. “Totally, ridiculously hot,” Adam added.
Dante looked broken and defeated, sprawled backwards against the cushions of my couch. But he also looked happier than any man I’d ever seen in my life.
It made me feel incredible. Accomplished. Even smugly superior. These and a thousand more emotions raced through my mind, as I smiled back at Adam over my shoulder.
“Who told you to stop?” I smirked, rolling my hips in his direction.
Twenty-Three
BROOKE
It was insane, fucking them both. Having them carry me into my bedroom, only to screw me over and over again until I was a spent, shuddering mess.
I could remember Adam pulling me onto him. Giving me free rein to ride him as hard and fast as I wanted, while staring up at me with that trademark gorgeous grin. I grabbed his hands, showing him how to squeeze my tits as I came. Screwing my eyes shut and exploding so hard on his beautiful cock, there was a good chance — for a few seconds at least — I might’ve actually blacked out.
Dante recovered quickly afterward, and went at me with an all new vengeance. He threw my legs high up over his shoulders, before pushing his way inside me. I nearly cried as he dug me out, impaling me without mercy. Pile-driving me with such savage intensity, that beads of sweat started dripping down from the tip of his nose.
But they were tears of joy. Tears of the purest fulfillment and satisfaction. No matter how hard they went at me, I still couldn’t get enough. Not even when a violent climax left my entire body visibly shaking, for minutes afterward.
