by Amy Brent
I smiled and shook my head. “Yes, I’m sure we could find someone for you to help.”
“Tell you what, let me make a few phone calls and get back to you. I was supposed to be in Los Angeles for meetings this weekend, but maybe I can reschedule. If so, I’ll fly out and hang with you guys for a couple of days. Are you sure Holden won’t mind?”
“The more the merrier,” I said. “In fact, there’s someone that I think Holden would like for you to meet. Her name is Jude.”
“As in ‘Hey Jude’?”
“As in,” I said. Conner Hall loomed ahead. The parking lot was buzzing with attendees. I pulled in and parked at a space at the end of the row. “Hey, I gotta get going. Think you’ll come? For real?”
“You never know,” Lane said. I could tell by his deep voice that he was smiling at the prospect of a new adventure. “Text me Holden’s address. If I decide to come it’ll be late tomorrow before I can get there.”
“That’s cool,” I said. “That would give me time to wrap up this conference and give us a couple of days to play before I have to get back to L.A.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Lane said. “I’ll email you my itinerary if I can make it out.”
“Super,” I said. “Hope to see you tomorrow.”
I was about to hang up when Lane cut back in. “Oh, hey, you distracted me with all this talk of pussy. I nearly forgot why I was calling you.”
“You mean there’s more to life than pussy?” I said. “Whatever could that be?”
“I want us to work on a book together,” Lane said. “I just got around to reading your book and man, it’s fucking awesome. You’re doing some great work there. I think there’s all kinds of synergy with what I’m doing. I talked to my publisher already and they want to hear a few ideas. You interested in doing a little brainstorming while I’m there?”
“You want to coauthor a book with me?” I asked, my eyes wide. Coauthoring a book with Lane could send my career into the stratosphere. Then an idea struck, and I started to smile.
“Actually, what would you think about doing a book with me and Holden? He’s written some amazing papers on the topic of female sexuality. I think the three of us could come up with something really special.”
“You, me, and Holden doing a three-way?” he said, giggling. “Dude, that sounds freakin’ amazing! We’ll talk about it when I see you guys.”
“Then you’re definitely coming?” I asked, holding my breath.
“Dude, have you ever known me not to cum?”
“You’re a sick fuck,” I said. “And no, I’ve never known you not to cum.”
“I’m no sicker than you,” he said. “See you tomorrow, buddy.”
I was suddenly filled with nervous energy as I hung up the phone. If we partnered with Lane on a book—and that book was a hit— that would give Holden the cash to get the fuck out of Midwestern and join me and Lane in Los Angeles.
Holy shit, I could just imagine the adventures the three of us would have there.
L.A. would never be the same.
CHAPTER TWELVE: Jude
When I strolled into Conner Hall just before noon I found Izzy sitting at the reception table with a big smile on her face. I was a little shocked at seeing her there. Izzy hated these kinds of things. Plus, she never got up before noon on the weekend because she and Earl were notorious late-night partiers. I expected her to start ranting and raving about having to be there, but she kept grinning at me as I picked up my name tag and stuck it to the front of my shirt.
“What’s so funny?” I asked with a playful frown. “Why are you here and why are you looking at me like that?”
“Forget why I’m here,” she said, cocking an eyebrow at me. “The big question, what’s got you all glowing this morning?”
“Am I glowing?’ I asked, touching my fingertips to my cheeks. “My goodness, maybe it’s the heat.”
“You’re glowing like mother fucking Cinderella after the ball,” she said, leaning forward to lower her voice. “And I have a pretty good idea why.”
She glanced around to make sure we were alone. The luncheon had started, so everyone else was in the dining hall at the other end of the building. She said, “You’re glowing like a woman who’s just been fucked. And I have a pretty good idea who did the fucking.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said with a shrug.
“Bullshit,” she said, nodding toward the chair next to her. “Sit your ass down and dish up the dirt before I call the sex police on your ass.”
I sat down and scooted in close and whispered, “I had sex with Wynn Driver this morning. On the kitchen table!”
She huffed and poked me with her elbow. “Girl, I think that would be considered a health code violation!”
I giggled at her. “If it had been in public, maybe so. But this was on Holden’s kitchen table.”
“Holy shit, you’re such a slut,” she said, grabbing my hands and shaking them. “Whooo wee! Fucking on the kitchen table. Was Holden there, too?”
I shook my head. “No, he had already left to come here,” I said. “It was just me and Wynn, but I have the sneaking suspicion that Holden set things up.”
“Men are such fucking pigs,” she said, clicking her tongue. “But I saw Wynn Driver when he came in a while ago. Holy moly, girlfriend, that man gives new meaning to the term ‘hot as fuck’!”
“You have no idea,” I said, leaning in, grinning. “He also gives new meaning to the term ‘foot-long’.”
Izzy covered her mouth with a hand as her eyes went wide. “Nuh uh.”
“Uh huh.” I held up my index fingers and spread them a foot apart. “No lie. Like this big.”
Izzy lowered her voice to a growl. “You’re telling me that man has a twelve-inch dick?”
I couldn’t stop grinning at the look on her face. “I am, and he does.”
She started fanning herself with her hands. “Wow, how did that feel? Like somebody driving a Cadillac up your cunt?”
“Well, I couldn’t take it all,” I said, scolding her with my eyes. “But the part that fit inside me felt fucking amazing.”
She chuckled and slapped my knee. “I’m sure it did. So, what’s next? You gonna fuck them both tonight?”
“Well, maybe,” I said, biting my lip because the prospect of having sex with Wynn and Holden at the same time was still a little daunting. “What would you do, Iz? Seriously?”
“What would I do if I had two well-hung white men wanting to fuck me at the same time?” She leaned in with her eyes sparkling. “Girlfriend, I’d tell them to get fucking busy!”
“Or get busy fucking!”
“Either way,” Izzy said. “You win.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: Holden
“I wonder what that conversation is about,” I asked, standing next to Wynn at the far end of the hall, peeking around the corner to watch Jude sitting with Izzy at the reception table. They were whispering and laughing like two schoolgirls sharing a dirty little secret.
“I’m pretty sure it’s about you and me,” Wynn said. “At least that’s what my ego wants to think.”
“You’re probably right,” I said, turning to look at him for a moment, then back toward the girls. “Izzy grilled me pretty hard this morning about my—our— intentions toward Jude. She is very protective of her friend, and rightfully so. It took some work to convince her that we are not bad guys.”
“Our intentions are always honorable,” Wynn said, giving me a nod. “We can be bad boys with bad girls, but we are never bad guys.”
“That’s what I told Izzy,” I said. “I think she sees now that we are not out to use Jude.”
Wynn gave me a little smile and bumped me with his elbow. “You really like this girl, don’t you?”
I didn’t have to think about my answer. “Yes, I do.” I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “So? Was I right? Is she amazing?”
“She is more than amazing,” Wynn said with a nod. “D
o you think she’s open to having sex with both of us at the same time?”
I thought about the question for a moment, then snuck another peek at Jude. She was laughing and chatting like she didn’t have a care in the world. I turned back to give my best friend a smile. “I think she’s more than ready. How about you?”
“My man, I was born ready to have sex,” Wynn said with a big smile, slapping me on the back. He put his hand on the door handle to let us back into the dining room to finish lunch before the event officially began, but paused before opening the door.
He held up a finger to say, “Oh, speaking of having sex with friends, do you remember me talking about my other old pal, Lane Curtis? Dr. Lane Curtis?”
“Of course, I know who Lane Curtis is. Why do you ask.”
“Because Lane may have a sexy proposition for the two of us,” Wynn said, eyes twinkling as he wagged a finger back and forth between us. “And we don’t even have to take our pants off.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: Jude
As much as I loved the field of psychiatry, and seeing Holden and Wynn do their thing at the conference, I couldn’t concentrate on a word anyone was saying. All I could think about was what was going to happen when the three of us got back to Holden’s house later that night.
I had never had sex with two men at once (two men in one day, yes, two men at once, no), but the prospect of having Holden and Wynn inside me at once was almost more than I could stand. Having both of their giant cocks in my hands at the same time…. having them both at my lips… at the tip of my tongue. I squirmed in my chair as the juices pooled in my panties and my breasts throbbed inside my bra. Several times I had to sneak away to the ladies’ room to mop myself dry.
The anticipation was nearly more than I could stand. Plus, I wasn’t sure how things were supposed to go. I mean, I knew how things worked, of course, but was there a three-way protocol of some kind or did they take turns or was it just a wild free for all?
It sounded silly at the time, but I decided that the best way to prepare for my first ménage a trois with Holden and Wynn was to leave the conference early and go back to Holden’s place so I could watch a little online porn to see how the pros did it.
I snuck out of the conference around five, went back to Holden’s house, and fired up his computer. I clicked over to YouPorn (yes, chicks do watch porn, duh) and searched on “ménage a trois” and “threesomes”.
An hour later, I not only knew everything I needed to know about satisfying two men and once, but I was horny as hell and ready to party.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: Jude
Everything was ready when Holden and Wynn walked through the door just after eight o’clock on Saturday night. I had the lights turned down low, soft music on, cinnamon and lavender candles burning throughout the house, several bottles of wine chilling in the fridge, and I was wearing a short robe with nothing on underneath.
I’d taken another steaming hot shower and shaved my legs and pussy, then douched with a special strawberry-lavender blend that I knew the boys would love the taste of. I dabbed a little perfume behind my ears and massaged my tits and nipples with edible strawberry lotion. I put on the robe, poured myself a glass of wine, and went to wait in the living room for them to arrive, which seemed to take forever even though it was less than an hour
By the time the front door opened and my two lovers appeared, I was so horny I could have made myself cum just by tapping my knees together. I had never been so hot in my life, just from anticipation. Just thinking about what the evening was going to bring was enough to have every nerve in my body standing on end.
“It’s about time you boys got home,” I said, meeting them at the door with a glass of champagne in each hand and a devious smile on my face. I gave a glass of champagne to Holden, along with a soft kiss on the lips, then gave the other glass and a kiss to Wynn. I stepped back and smiled at the look on their faces as their eyes went up and down my body.
“Wow, we should have left that boring old conference earlier,” Holden said, taking my hand and letting me lead him toward the bedroom.
“Yes, we certainly should have,” Wynn echoed, following close behind, speaking with the glass at his lips.
“Wow, this place looks amazing,” Holden said, glancing around at the candles and the bed, which was stripped of everything but the cover sheet and a few pillows. On the nightstand were several towels and an assortment of edible oils and lotions that I thought might come in handy.
“Our own little love den,” Wynn said with a grin. He let his eyes drift over my body and gave me an approving grunt. “And you, my darling, you look delicious.”
“Well then, I hope you’re both hungry,” I said, opening the robe and letting it drop to the floor. I stood before both of them naked as the day I was born, with erect nipples and a pussy so wet I thought I might have to get a mop when all was said and done. I put my hands on my hips and gave them a nod.
“Well, what are you waiting on, boys?” I asked dramatically. “Get your clothes off and your cocks hard.”
Holden chuckled as he got undressed. “Did you get that from a porn movie?”
“Maybe,” I said, sipping champagne as I watched them lose their clothes. “I think it was called Beauty and the Beasts.”
Wynn laughed along as he tugged his shirt over his shoulders and took off his pants. “I think I saw that one.”
Holden got naked first, so he moved in toward me, putting his arm around my waist and letting his hand slid down to my ass cheeks. He dug his fingers in and gave me a strong squeeze, pulling me on to my tip toes so my lips could reach his. My hand went immediately to his cock. As our tongues swirled around, it started getting rock hard in my hand.
Wynn moved into my left side, putting one hand on my other ass cheek and one hand on my tits. My nipples were so hard they throbbed. My breasts ached to be touched. Wynn rolled my long nipple between his finger and gave it a squeeze. I moaned in lovely pain.
My left hand found Wynn’s cock, already hard and full, ready to go. With Holden’s ten-inch cock in my right hand and Wynn’s twelve-inch cock in the left, I started moving my hands in unison, milking them both as Holden’s mouth covered mine and Wynn’s hands explored my tits.
“Fuck… this is… so… surreal…” I said, opening my eyes to look down at my hands wrapped tightly around their cocks. I giggled as the tips of their cocks touched. Holden and Wynn just smiled. Obviously, they were not hung up on having their swords cross, so to speak. They were just hung.
Wynn’s hand slid from my tit to my pussy. My clit was hard and sensitive. He slid his fingers over my clit, making me jump as the breath caught in my throat. He rolled my clit from side to side beneath his fingers, shooting little sparks of electricity through my body. I somehow managed to get on my toes and spread my thighs to give him easy access to my pussy.
Holden went for the back side of me. His hand squeezed my ass, then he let his middle finger slide down between my cheeks and underneath my cunt. I felt his fingers sliding around between my pussy lips, getting oily, teasing my hole.
“How does that feel?” Holden sighed in my ear as he slid the wet finger up to my asshole and started teasing me with the tip of his finger.
“That… feels… just… fine…” I said, my mouth on his, my tongue probing. “That… feels… ohhh… just… fine…”
As Holden’s finger slid into my asshole up to the first knuckle, Wynn continued rolling my clit with his thumb as his fingers slid between my pussy lips. I showered his hand with hot juices as he fingered my hole, teasing it, circling it, sticking his finger in just a bit then pulling it out again.
“God… Wynn… that’s… oh….” I sighed, turning my face toward his. He pressed his lips to mine and slithered his tongue into my mouth. As he did, he slid his finger into my pussy a little more, then a little more, then a little more, until finally, his knuckle pressed against my clit, nearly making me cum on his hand.
My hands on their cocks sta
rted to speed up as Wynn’s finger in my pussy and Holden’s finger in my ass rocked me harder and harder, pushing me to climax.
“Fuck… guys… I’m… I’m… cumming… oh god… yes… keep it… yes… yessss… yessss.” I squeezed their cocks so hard it had to hurt, but I could not help it. They were fingering me past the point of self-control. As Wynn started plunging my pussy with his finger and Holden slid his finger deeper inside my ass, the orgasm struck like a tornado, pushing me to my tiptoes again as my hands milked and milked their cocks. My cunt and ass muscles tightening until the boys couldn’t even slide their fingers in and out. I threw back my head and wailed like a wild animal caught in a trap.
“Fuck… okay… fuck… slow… shit… slow… the fuck… down… jeez… fuck…” I was stuttering like the village idiot. I wiggled my ass away from their fingers without letting go of their cocks.
“I think she likes it,” Holden said, smiling at Wynn.
“I think she does, too,” Wynn said, licking my juices from his fingers. “Mmmm… is that… strawberry? I love strawberry…”
“Let’s see how you like this,” I said, dropping to my knees, still holding onto their cocks. I pulled them both toward my mouth until I had both cocks right in front of my face. I stroked my hand back and forth and grinned as the heads grew crimson and wet. I stuck out my tongue and swirled it between them, first around Wynn, then around Holden, then back to Wynn. I heard them gasp with pleasure. I glanced up at them with a cock at each corner of my mouth.
