by Louise Rose
“I wasn’t going to say anything…” Romy flops down on the couch and pats the space next to him. I move to sit next to him and he put his arm around me, drawing me close.
“This is nice.” I sighed.
“Any time with you is nice,” Romy says, dropping a light kiss on the top of my head. I close my eyes, trying to pretend we are just a normal couple, enjoying some alone time.
I turn to face Romy, wanting to tell him how I feel, but he anticipates the movement so his lips meet mine. He runs his hand down my front, lightly caressing my breast.
“No. Don’t.” I push his hand away.
“What’s wrong?” Romy frowns. “Don’t you like me kissing you anymore?”
“I love you kissing me,” I confess. “But it doesn’t seem right to do it right next door to where Lucas and I share a bed. I know we’re just keeping up appearances, but even so. It feels wrong to do anything here when I’m supposed to be married. I know that doesn’t really make any sense, but I can’t help it.”
“And that’s one of the reasons I love you.” My heart lurches when I hear Romy use the L word. “You put on this front like you’re a tough girl, but you’re one of the sweetest people I’ve ever met. You care so deeply about the people you love.”
“Isn’t it a big assumption that I love you?” I keep my tone light, but I know that this is a conversation that has been a long time coming and I can’t put it off any longer. We are going to have that talk.
“Don’t you?” Romy looks at me all vulnerable, and I can’t risk hurting him by teasing him.
“Of course I do.”
Romy can’t help himself. He kisses me again. “I knew it!” He pumps his fist.
“Hold your horses, cowboy,” I warn. “Just because I have feelings for you doesn’t mean a thing. You’re not the only man I love you know.”
“I know.” Romy shrugs. “And I can’t say it doesn’t bother me, but at the same time, I respect your choices. It’s not like I haven’t been with plenty of women. It would be wrong for me to judge you for doing the same. You’ve done your best to be discrete, but I know what’s going on with Archer and Declan. They’re good guys. If you chose one of them over me, I’d be upset, but I’d know you were with someone who really cares about you-–unlike Lucas.”
“Why do you say Lucas doesn’t care about me? It’s thanks to him I was allowed to compete tonight.”
“Have you listened to what you just say? ‘Allowed’? Ivy, you’re the Archaic heir. Nobody allows you to do anything. You do whatever the heck you like-–it’s your birth right!”
I nod slowly, taking in what he said.
“You’re right,” I say. “And you know what I want to do right now? Have sex.”
“That’s my girl,” Romy grins and moves to kiss me, but I put my hand up between our faces.
“But not here. Can we maybe go to your place instead? Lucas will be so caught up in hosting the party, which is going to go on for hours yet. Nobody will notice if we disappear for a while.”
“We can do that.” Romy smiles as we get up and hurry downstairs. But as we pass through the front door, Archer spots us and comes over to join us.
“You two look like you’re up to something,” he says. “Can I join in?”
Romy and I exchange a look. The thought of Archer being involved in our lovemaking is something I’ve daydreamed about before, but never imagined it would be a possibility. The two of them are such macho men, I didn’t think they’d be comfortable being around another guy.
But if you don’t ask, you never know what was possible. What’s the worst that could happen? Archer says no and Romy and I leave together? That would still work. I’ll just imagine Archer is with us, watching.
I stand on tiptoe and whisper in Archer’s ear. “Romy and I are going over to his place to have sex. Want to join us?”
Archer looks over at Romy, who shrugs at him in a gesture that says I’m up for it if you are.
“Okay. But I think we ought to go to my place. We’ll have more privacy there.”
I can’t believe my luck as we go to where Romy and Archer’s bikes are parked. There is still no sign of Lucas as I put on my helmet and climb up behind Romy. I cling tightly around his waist as he starts up the bike. The vibration from the bike’s engine added to the excitement I am feeling. By the time we reach Archer’s house, I’m already soaking. All this time I wondered who I’d choose if I had to, and now I am discovering I don’t have to make that decision.
Romy kicks down the stand on his bike, as Archer walks over to open the door to his house. I climb off, Romy close behind me. He turns to take me by the hand.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask him. “I don’t want you to feel that you’re being forced into anything.”
“What-–and miss out on a new experience?” he asks. “I’ve always told you I want you to be happy and I know you have feelings for Archer. I’m not going to pretend this won’t be a bit weird, but I’m here for you, Ivy. Besides, Archer’s always claimed he’s better in bed than I am. Now we’re both going to find out how wrong he is.”
“Are you two going to stand around talking all night?” asks Archer. “Because I thought we had other plans.”
Romy squeezes my hand, and we follow Archer into his house and down into the basement where he has his home cinema and that enormous bed. The three of us stand there awkwardly for a moment, none of us knowing exactly how to start this.
In the end, I make the first move, taking off my jacket and tossing it to one side before climbing onto the bed.
“Come on, guys.” I pat the bed on either side of me. “As Archer said, we have plans and I want to make the most of our time together before Lucas notices I left our party.”
Romy and Archer crawl onto the bed after me. Romy kisses me, slow and lingering.
“Isn’t Ivy the best kisser?” he asks Archer.
“I’ve always thought so,” Archer agrees, coming to kiss me.
The two of them are very different in their technique and yet they both feel so right against my lips, Romy’s tender loving contrasting with Archer’s urgency. We sit there for a while, the two of them taking turns at kissing me. Whichever way I turn, there’s a man, and I adore them both.
As I kiss Romy, Archer tugs at my top. I break away from Romy and the two of them help me out of my top, revealing a rather unflattering sports bra I’d chosen to protect myself during the race.
“I don’t think you need that anymore,” Romy says, unclipping it at the front. He and Archer pull it open between them, revealing my breasts.
The two of them lean forward, sucking and licking at the breast they are closest to. I close my eyes and throw my head back, running my hands through Romy’s hair and over Archer’s shaven head. The contrast in texture is another reminder that I have two men loving me and I wallow in the feel of them. My hands clench, tugging at Romy’s hair as their tongues flick across my nipples, driving me wild.
“I have to get naked.” I can barely speak, I am so aroused. I finally work up the strength to push them away so I can unbutton my leather trousers.
“Let us help you,” Romy offers.
He takes one leg of my trousers and Archer takes the other, the pair of them pulling them off in one swift, smooth movement. They throw them to the floor, and I lean back on the bed as Romy and Archer both nuzzle against my neck. My hands fumble for their crotches, feeling a firm bulge. The boys are just as excited as I am. I spread my legs wide, wanting to expose myself to their touch.
They take the hint as they fondle my thighs, working their way up my legs until they slip their hands inside my underwear. I am so wet, their fingers easily slip inside me, one of them finger fucking me while the other rubs my clit in erotic, circular movements. Eyes tightly closed to focus on what was happening, I have no idea whose finger is whose, and I don’t care. All I know is that I want this moment to last forever.
With a loud cry I come, the sudden orgasm taking me
by surprise. I pout. “I wanted to go on for longer.”
“Don’t worry.” Archer grins. “We’re nowhere near done with you yet.”
The two of them pull off my knickers, and I notice that they are stained with my juices before the boys throw them away. I am completely naked before them, completely vulnerable, yet I’ve never felt safer and taken care of.
“Your turn, guys,” I say but kind of plead at the same time.
Romy and Archer look at each other and shrug. They stand on either side of the bed and unzip their trousers, revealing two very impressive erections.
“Come closer.” I crook my finger, beckoning them to both come within easy reach. They kneel on either side of me, giving me access to their gorgeous cocks.
I take Romy’s cock into my mouth for a few sucks then suck on Archer for a while. I turn from one to the other then back again, doing just enough to arouse them both, only titillating them with promises of pleasure to come.
“I need one of you to fuck me. Now,” I order.
“Go for it, Archer,” says Romy.
“You’re the guest,” he counters. “You go first.”
“I don’t care who goes first,” I say. “Just fuck me!”
Romy climbs between my legs as Archer goes to the side of the bed so I can suck on him while Romy slips inside me. I moan, feeling my pussy clench to hold Romy tight as he thrusts into me. I lift my hips to meet him. He knows my body well enough to find the perfect angle to make me cry out, and I feel myself heading towards another orgasm.
“I’m going to come,” says Romy, pulling out. “But I don’t want this to end just yet. Your turn, Archer.”
Archer and Romy switch places, and I smile, loving the weight of Archer on top of me. I turn my head to take Romy’s cock in my mouth, licking off the precum. I love the taste of him.
Archer pounds into me, his movements more urgent than Romy. It’s like he’s read my mind, knowing that this is what I need to come again. I suck eagerly on Romy, working him with my hand as well as my mouth, my desire for him increasing as I spiral towards another all-encompassing orgasm. As it takes over, I finally let go of Romy and let myself relax into the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced and Romy comes on my chest.
Archer lay on top of me, not wanting to come yet but he soon speeds up, finishing not long after. He gives me time to recover my breath, his cock twitching inside me as I come back down to earth.
I collapse on top of Archer, feeling Romy against my back. He kisses me on the shoulder, the three of us lying there intertwined, waiting for our breathing to return to normal.
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to walk any time soon,” I say.
“You and me both,” smiles Archer, as we tumble back onto the bed, me lying in the middle with the boys on either side of me.
“Have you ever done anything like that before?” I finally ask.
“No,” says Archer.
“I’ve been with two women at the same time,” Romy tells us.
“Now why doesn’t that surprise me?” I say.
“They asked me to do it!” Romy protests. “It would have been rude for me to say no.”
“Uh-huh.” I laugh as the two of them cuddle up to me. I’ve often fantasized about being with two men-–what girl hasn’t? But I never imagined it would ever be possible. I’d always thought it would be disappointing or weird, but this was way better than anything I’ve ever imagined.
I guess that’s what happens when you’re in love with both of the men you’ve just fucked.
“So where does this leave us?” I ask.
“Beats me.” Archer shrugs. “You’re still married, so until we get you out of that relationship, all we can do is snatch some time together whenever the opportunity arises.”
“Is that why you agreed to come with me and Romy?”
“Yes,” Archer confesses. “I must admit, I’ve never really thought about being in a threesome with another man, but I’m never going to turn down the chance to see you naked. I focused on you and making you happy, and I enjoyed myself in the meantime. I’m never going to regret making you happy.”
“So things aren’t going to be weird between us all?”
“Not at my end,” Archer says.
“I’m cool,” says Romy. “It’s like Archer said. It’s all about making you happy.”
“I suppose we ought to get back to the party before anyone notices I’m gone,” I sigh. “The downsides of being the host.”
“Can I suggest a shower before we go back?” Archer says. “You walk into the hall looking like that and everyone will know what you’ve been doing. My shower’s big enough for the three of us.”
We all exchange glances and grin.
“Yeah. A shower sounds like just what I need right now.” I say what we are all thinking.
Chapter Twelve
T he party is still in full swing as we pull up outside my house.
“I don’t think we needed to worry about anyone missing us,” says Romy as we head back into the house.
He spoke too soon.
“Where did you guys go?” Lucas comes out to meet us as we head towards the dance hall.
“Oh, it was getting a bit too stuffy, so I wanted some fresh air,” I lie. “Romy offered to take me for a buzz on his bike and Archer said he fancied a break as well, so the three of us went for a ride together. After my victory earlier today, I felt like a break from riding.”
“Speaking of your victory,” says Lucas, seemingly buying my story, “well played, guys. I should have known you’d pull something like that. I was planning on doing a sudden move, but I saw Ivy coming up behind me, so if I’d pulled out in front of her, it would have taken both of us out of the race. As it is, an Archaic victory is still an Archaic victory, no matter which one of us won. Well done, wife.”
He puts a subtle emphasis on the word wife as he puts his arm around my neck and kisses the top of my head, letting the others know who really owns me. I could laugh at his naivety. If only he knew what we’d been doing not so long ago, he wouldn’t be anywhere near so smug.
“Anyway, I came to find you because I thought we should break open the champagne and formally toast your win, Ivy,” Lucas says. “I would have done it earlier, but I had to deal with some business.”
“Oh yes,” I say lightly. “I saw you talking to Isabella earlier. Anything wrong?”
“No, no. Everything’s fine.” I’ve spent enough time with Lucas to know when he’s lying and something is definitely up.
“Are you sure? Is everything okay with my father?”
“It’s fine, although he’s going to be staying away for a little longer than planned,” Lucas tells me. “Something’s come up that needs his personal attention, so he’s going to be staying in Italy for a few more days to sort it out. Nothing you need to worry about though.”
“Well, I am just the wife,” I beam brightly, doing my best Stepford Wife impression.
“Glad you’re finally accepting that,” says Lucas, ignoring my sarcasm. “Now come and have some champagne with me.”
He moves to take my hand, but Archer steps forward. “Actually, Lucas, do you mind if I have a very quick word with Ivy? I’ll send her after you in a minute or two. Promise.”
“Haven’t you just been out on a ride together?” say Lucas grumpily. “Couldn’t you have talked then?”
“Come off it, Lucas,” says Archer. “You know it’s impossible to have a conversation when you’re speeding down the road. I guarantee it won’t take long.”
“Fine,” Lucas huffs. “Ivy, I’ll be in the main hall waiting for you. Make sure you don’t take long-–everyone will want to congratulate you.”
He storms off to the hall, leaving me with Archer and Romy.
“What is it?” I ask. “Didn’t you get enough of me earlier?”
“I’ll never have enough of you,” Archer confides. “But that’s not what this is about. Have you had a chance to check out your f
ather’s schedule yet?”
“Are you kidding?” I say. “I haven’t been able to get anywhere near his study. Whenever I’ve tried, Isabella pops up or Lucas suddenly decides we need to be spending quality time together. It’s like they know what we’re planning and they’re deliberately trying to stop us.”
“How could they know?” Archer asks.
“I have no idea,” I reply. “I haven’t talked about it with anyone. So unless one of you has said something, which I doubt, or I’ve been talking in my sleep, which I’m pretty certain I don’t do, it’s just the typical Archaic paranoia coming into play and they don’t like me roaming round the house myself. My father’s always kept me on a tight lead when I’ve been home, so it’s no surprise that Lucas is continuing with that tradition while he’s away. For all that he’s been really nice to me, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was still working with my father on some nefarious scheme.”
“Okay,” says Archer. “Let’s assume you’re not going to get any time to yourself any time soon. I’m going to try and break into Solomon’s office.”
“Don’t.” I shake my head. “It’s too dangerous.”
“I used to work for your father, remember?” Archer assures. “The guards know me, so I can sweet talk my way round them if they see me. And I know a lot of the security codes your father uses for his safes. Of course, he may well have changed them, but he’s arrogant enough to think no one would get that close to him, so if we’re lucky, everything will have stayed the same. I might be able to find something which will help us with our plans.”
I hesitate for a moment, unsure whether I’m comfortable with Archer putting himself in danger like this. “Okay,” I say finally. “I can’t hang around here any longer. Lucas is expecting me. Do what you need. Just stay safe, okay?”
“Always.”
I kiss the top of my fingers and waved goodbye as he turns and heads off in the direction of my father’s study.
