Our Dirty Secret (A MFM Ménage Romance)

by Vivian Ward

  I flipped her over onto her back, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy was shaved perfectly smooth and her lips with glistening with her wetness. I dove in, putting my head right between her thighs and licked the length of her pussy up and down before paying attention to her clit, where I traced the alphabet with my tongue. That was a little trick I learned that drives women crazy.

  My cock felt like it was going to burst but I knew it wasn’t time yet. I continued sucking on her clit before slipping one, then two fingers into her warm, wet slit. I finger fucked her gently as I continued sucking and licking firmly on her clit. Before long, her breathing started to become fast and shallow.

  Her legs tightened around my head, her back arched and she lifted her hips off the bed as she came all over my face. When she was done, I slowly slid my fingers out of her tightening hole and brought them to my mouth to taste them. She tasted delicious.

  She pushed me down onto the bed and cupped my balls in her hand before dropping her head to the pulsing hardness of the head of my dick.

  She flicked her tongue all around the tip, licked up and down the shaft then took me deep into her mouth, sucking me hungrily. She continued to rub my balls as she sucked me.

  I leaned back, enjoying the warm feeling of her mouth taking my entire cock. I watched as this beauty, who was all mine, worked on me enthusiastically. I could have cum right then and there but I stopped myself and gently pulled my cock free from her mouth.

  “I want you, Christian,” she purred as she climbed on top of me.

  I relaxed the best I could as she reached down to grab my throbbing dick. Her eyes, dilated with lust, stared right into mine. Holding my cock at the base, she rubbed the head of my dick all over her pussy lips the slowly lowered herself onto it, pushing herself down onto me and taking me deep inside of her.

  Once I was completely inside of her, she held her position for a few seconds, enjoying the feeling of being completely full. When she was ready, she started to ride me, slowly at first before gradually getting faster and faster. I reached up to play with her full breasts and her dark, erect nipples.

  The faster she got, the better it felt. I started thrusting my hips upward, meeting her body on her way down. Her mouth was open and she was moaning loudly as she fucked me hard and hast. She pushed my hips down flat with a strength that I doubted she even knew she had.

  I could feel her pussy starting to tighten on my dick as she was getting closer to climaxing. She bit down on her lower lip and groaned, doing her best to suppress a scream in case her sister had come home and she didn’t know it. Her entire body tensed and she shot upright as she started to cum, wetness flooding out of her.

  I grabbed her hips and pounded into her, riding her through her orgasm. Listening to her get off was too much take. My dick started to swell as I rolled her over and climbed on top of her. Putting her legs on my shoulders, I pounded into her as hard and fast as I could, releasing a growl as I flooded her hole with my semen.

  I collapsed beside her and gave her a kiss. Her legs were shaking so much that she couldn’t even think about getting out of bed.

  “You are unbelievable,” she said through labored breathing.

  “No, you’re the amazing one,” I replied. “So, we’re good then? All that shit back at my house is a non-issue?”

  “We’re better than good, Christian. I’m not going to let anyone else come between us.”

  Sarabelle 19

  It’s amazing to me how much a person can change when someone comes into their lives. I’ve seen friends through the years who had changed for the worst when it came to the person they were dating but I think it’s the opposite for me.

  Of all people, Christian Wilde has changed me for the better. Who would have ever thought they would hear that? The womanizer who would never settle down for anyone had such an impact on my life that he actually made me a better person. It sounds crazy but it’s true.

  I’ve really grown as a person since Christian and I became a couple. I’m not nearly as shy as I used to be and I’m certainly nowhere near as quiet. Sometimes I think I get on his nerves with how much I talk to everyone around us all the time but if I do, he never says a negative thing to me.

  We’ve been together for quite a while now and I am crazy about him. I didn’t know it was possible to have these kinds of feelings for someone. I fell very much in love with him, regardless of how scared I was to do so.

  There were times when I used to worry that he was too much of a bad boy for me but the worrying ended each time I looked into his eyes.

  I hadn’t seen much of Christian in about a week and I’d been missing him terribly. I wasn’t used to going more than a day or two without spending time with him and I didn’t like it one bit.

  He said our time apart would only be temporary and that he was busy taking care of several very important clients but I wasn’t sure that I believed him. Something seemed off. It felt like he was trying to keep something from me. I didn’t like feeling as though he was hiding something from me.

  I decided that I wanted to see him that evening and I wasn’t going to wait any longer. I tried calling him on his cell phone but didn’t receive an answer, which was strange because he’d normally answer my calls no matter how busy he was. Since I couldn’t get him on the phone, I decided to send him a text message.

  Christian, I tried calling you but I didn’t get an answer. I’d really like to see you tonight. Let’s meet up.

  I figured it would be a while before I heard from him since he didn’t answer my call. I was surprised when I received a return text almost immediately.

  Hey babe, can’t meet up with you tonight. I’ve already got plans and they can’t be canceled. Maybe in a day or two?

  What in the hell did he mean he had plans that couldn’t be canceled? We talk every day and he didn’t once mention that he had any plans with anyone. This upset me quite a bit and I was sure he was blowing me off to go be with some other woman.

  I tried telling myself that I was overreacting but I couldn’t help what my mind was thinking. I wanted to text him back and let him know what was going through my mind. I was so sure that I was correct and wanted to lay into him for doing that to me. Instead, I took a deep breath and replied to his text.

  That’s fine. We haven’t seen each other for a while and I figured you’d want to see. I guess have fun with whoever your plans are with. Just call me whenever you actually want to see me.

  I expected another text back right away. I expected him to message me back and let me know that everything was okay and I had nothing to worry about. These were things I expected but never got.

  In fact, I didn’t hear anything from him for the rest of the day. His sudden radio silence only made the thoughts going through my mind worse. I figured if he could go out with God knows who, then I could do the same thing.

  I knew my sister typically went out every night but she wasn’t home. I called her to try to make some plans with her. She answered after a couple rings.

  “Hey Sarabelle, what’s up?”

  “Not much. Christian is kind of being shady and I need to get out of the house. Where are you going tonight?”

  “Tonight? Oh, I’ve got plans for this evening.”

  “Yeah, I figured you would. I want to go with you. Wherever you’re going, why don’t you take me with you?”

  “Sorry sissy, I can’t. Maybe another night. Gotta go.”

  She hung up before I could even start to make an argument. It didn’t surprise me that my sister had already made plans but I didn’t think she would be so rude as to hang up on me. Oh well, who needs her? I called Liam.

  I hadn’t seen a lot of him since I started dating Christian and thought it would be nice to spend some time with him. His answer was very much like my sister’s. He was busy and couldn’t get together.

  He offered to go out with me the following weekend but I told him I’d think about it. I felt like everyone was blowing me off and I didn’
t like it.

  As a girl with no plans on a Saturday night, I felt like a giant loser, especially considering that all my friends had plans that didn’t include me. What does a girl do when she’s all alone with nothing to do? That’s right, it was time for a Netflix marathon. I was going to sit down and wallow away with the Pretty Little Liars.

  I popped a bag of popcorn, grabbed a soda out of the fridge and sat down on the sofa to start my show. I was about twenty minutes into the second episode when my doorbell rang.

  Who in the hell would be ringing my doorbell now?

  I wasn’t expecting anyone and everyone I knew was out doing fun things without me. Imagine my surprise when I opened the door and a well-dressed man was standing in front of me, a limousine behind him in the circle drive.

  “Can I help you?” I asked, utterly confused as to why he was at my house.

  “Are you Sarabelle Williams?” he asked.

  “Yes, I am.”

  “Great! I’m just here to let you know your limo is here.”

  “My limo? I didn’t order a limo.”

  “No ma’am, you did not. I was just dispatched here to pick you up. Please come with me.”

  “Oh my God, I have to change my clothes. I’m in my pajamas.”

  “I’m sorry Miss Williams. There’s no time. I need you to come with me right away.”

  Curiosity got the best of me and I grabbed my coat and got into the limo. I had no idea where I was going but started to put things together as we drove along. Eventually, I realized what the destination of the limo was. I was being taken to Christian’s house.

  When we arrived, it was pitch black. There wasn’t a single light on in his house and all of the outside lights had been turned off as well. The driver parked, got out and walked to the back of the limo, where he opened my door for me.

  “Is something wrong? Is there a power outage? It’s so dark.”

  “I’m not sure, Miss Williams. I was just told to bring you here.”

  I had no clue what was going on but I got out of the limo and started making my way towards the house. As I walked up the incredibly long driveway, I couldn’t shake the eerie feeling that I was being watched. Every tiny hair on my neck was standing on end.

  Just as I started to turn to go up the stairs to the front door, I heard the sound of a large switch being flicked on and suddenly, the back yard lit up with gold and silver lights everywhere. I jumped when it happened as it took me by surprise but it was beautiful.

  The way the yard had been lit up was so pretty that I had to get a look at it. Once I turned the corner to make my way to the side of the house, Christian appeared right in front of me. He was down on one knee and had a box in his hand.

  “Sarabelle,” he said to me. “You’ve changed me both as a man and as a lover. I am forever grateful to you for showing me what kind of beauty can lie within myself as well as others. You’ve managed to take a womanizer and show him what real love is and make me never want to go back to the type of life I had before you and I met. I love you so much and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

  I wanted to scream yes right away but I couldn’t. I was too busy being choked up and starting to cry. There I was, thinking the worst about this man and him being so busy was just an elaborate ruse to set everything up for this perfect moment.

  I put my hand over my mouth in an attempt to prevent my sobbing from becoming too loud. I witnessed movement out of the corner of my eye and saw Lexi and Liam standing there, watching the whole thing go down. They were in on it too. Eventually, I was able to get a hold of myself.

  “Yes. Yes, Christian, I’ll marry you.”

  He stood up and wrapped my arms around him, squeezing him tightly. He kissed me and told me that I’d made him the happiest man in the world. Everything was coming together for me. I couldn’t believe it.

  After everything I’d been through, I was actually going to get my happily ever after.

  Epilogue-One Year Later

  I can’t believe it’s really here. It’s my wedding day! The day every little girl dreams of. I know I spent many nights imagining what my dream wedding was going to be like and planning every little detail.

  It’s amazing how much fantasy meets reality when it comes down to it. I spent a lot of time on this wedding to make it perfect. Christian spared no expense in giving me my once in a lifetime experience.

  Everything around me is so frantic. It seems like there are people everywhere. Every five minutes, someone new pops in to check on me and see if I need anything. As much as I’m looking forward to my wedding, I can’t wait until the end of the day. Christian Wilde is the man of my dreams and I look forward to being Sarabelle Wilde when the day is over.

  Sitting in my chambers with my sister, who is my maid of honor, and Christian’s sisters, who are serving as my bridesmaids, I realized how lucky I am. I love his family and am glad that his mom and sisters feel the same about me.

  As we were all sitting around, I listened to everyone chatter amongst themselves. Their voices faded to background noise as I focused on my own thoughts about the wedding. While I was thinking about how I hoped everything would go smoothly, I noticed the door crack open and figured someone else was coming in to check on me.

  I was wrong.

  “Christian, you can’t be in here right now. Don’t you know it’s bad luck to see the bride before her wedding?”

  “Oh, it’s fine. Haven’t you figure out by now that I make my own luck? Besides, I couldn’t wait. I haven’t seen you since last night. I just wanted to tell you that I love you and I’m glad I’m making you my wife today.”

  Free Gift!

  That was the end of Good Girls Do It Well. Stay tuned for Sarabelle’s twin sister’s book: Bad Girls Do It Better.

  Lexi 1

  I’ve been waiting to go to the Gala for as long as I’ve known it existed. It’s a special event that’s thrown every year and is exclusive. It’s been so exclusive, in fact, that I’ve not been able to get into one before now.

  Think about that one for a minute. Me, Lexi Williams, the girl known for partying, has not been able to get into the biggest party of the year. That’s not because of a lack of trying, though. For the last five years, I stood in line with a beautiful dress on, hoping they would assume I was supposed to be there and let me in.

  Every year yielded the same result. I would get up to the door, the doorman would check for my name on the list, he wouldn’t find it, and I’d be forced to leave in the most embarrassing fashion. This year was going to be different. This was going to be the year that Lexi Williams got to legitimately crash the Gala.

  Most of my month had been spent trying to figure out a new way into the event. I thought of attempting to find a way to figure out who was on the guest list. From there, I’d try to find out who wouldn’t be able to make it. From there, I’d show up, give that person’s name and then walk inside to party my ass off.

  One afternoon while I was checking the mail, I found out that wasn’t going to be necessary. Mixed in with the bills, magazines and requests for donations was a large gold envelope from The Fallen Warriors Initiative. I yelled out in excitement because I knew that FWI was the organization responsible for putting on the Gala.

  Once I gained my composure, I looked at the envelope again and realized it wasn’t addressed to me. The name on the envelope was Sarabelle Williams.

  Sarabelle is my identical twin sister. I’m not really sure that we actually shared the same womb because we couldn’t be more different than one another if we tried. While I am probably the most outgoing girl in the whole city of Scarsdale, my sister is incredibly laid back and reserved.

  While I date a lot and try to have as much fun as possible, my sister is perfectly content with sitting at home in her pajama pants while watching marathons of her favorite shows on Netflix.

  Although I am almost the perfect definition of a social butterfly, it was my sister who was receiving
an invite to the gala, the most important social gathering in the area, in the mail.

  Immediately, I started formulating plans in my head. I wouldn’t even have to tell her about the invitation coming in the mail. As Sarabelle’s twin sister, it wouldn’t be hard to show up at the gala and give her name to whoever is manning the door.

  Of course, I’d have to change my appearance up a little bit. I wouldn’t be able to dress in my usual manner because my sister would never be caught outside the house wearing anything that showed a hint of cleavage. I’d have to get some modest dress and do my hair back into a sleek ponytail with straightened bangs because that’s the only way she ever wears it. Once inside the gala, however, all bets would be off. I’d become the life of the party, making it no question which one of the William’s twin was attending the party.

  Unfortunately, these ideas would not be able to get put into action as my sister snuck up behind me.

  “Is that the mail?” she asked, causing me to jump at the sound of her voice.

  “Jesus, you scared the shit out of me,” I replied, attempting to shuffle the invitation towards the back of the pile. Instead, I ended up dropping the mail all over the floor, leading to Sarabelle bending down to assist me in picking it up. As my luck would have it, she the first thing she grabbed was the gala envelope.

  “What’s this?” she inquired, looking at the envelope front and back.

  “Judging by who it’s from, I’m pretty sure it’s an invitation to the annual gala. How in the hell did you end up with one of these anyway? I’m the one who’s been trying to get into the gala every year.”

  “That’s a good question. Doesn’t the gala have something to do with charity?”

  “Yeah, the Fallen Warriors Initiative throws it every year.”