Tangled Hearts: A Menage Collection

by Various

  We both got on all fours and leaned down. I was the first one to get to David’s cock and greedily took it into my mouth. Before I made it as far down as I could, I felt his hand start to grope my tit from below. I groaned onto his shaft and pulled back up to allow Brooke her turn. We went back and forth a few times before David squeezed my breast and pulled me up toward him.

  “Ride me.”

  For a second, I hesitated. The idea of actually screwing him in front of his wife suddenly became a very heavy reality that I wasn’t sure I could go through with. I’d heard about things like this backfiring on people all the time. Were we so different from the rest of the world? Before my thoughts ran too far from sanity, Brooke sat up and lightly slapped my ass.

  “Well don’t keep Boss waiting.”

  I swung my leg over David’s waist and hovered my slit over his stiff erection to watch as Brooke made her way to her husband’s head and took up the same position over his face. Once she was there and I saw his chin start to grind against her hairless pussy, I slowly descended onto his cock. For every inch that pushed in and spread me open wide, I saw the skilled movements of his jaw pause and then start again. Once I was all the way down, I waited just long enough to watch Brooke’s tits bounce up and down as she rode her husband’s face.

  I rose up and lowered myself back down onto David’s rigid pole, spreading my thighs apart as far as my muscles would allow. With both of my hands planted against the muscles in his stomach, I started to glide my wet hole over his manhood with a steady and hard rhythm that made my clit slam down onto his flesh with every thrust.

  “Oh fuck,” Brooke screamed and drew my eyes back to her. David’s arms were curled around her legs and pinned her folds over his lapping tongue. As I sped up and started to lose my breath, Brooke looked like hers had been knocked right out. Her head fell back and her mouth dropped open. She suddenly stopped moving and let David finish the job. He buried his face into her groin and sent her over the edge. She wailed, “Yes, yes. Oh Jesus.”

  By the time that Brooke finished andcrawled down and came to where I was, David’s focus shifted directly to me. He bounced his hips up and down, thrusting ever deeper, and told his wife, “Help her out.”

  “Don’t worry, honey. I’ve got it.”

  Brooke got onto her knees next to me. Two of her fingers immediately found their way to the throbbing flesh that surrounded my nub. With them spread apart and her husband pounding away below, I was suspended between the couple. Every inch of my bouncing flesh screamed with pleasure as I hung there and let them work my cut. All the while, the familiar shock of electricity poured out everywhere that she touched me, taking me back to the bathroom where I showed her that I deserved everything that they were doing to me.

  After a few minutes, I think that Brooke knew I was close. She straddled David once again, this time around his waist so that she and I were face-to-face. From there, she kissed me, grabbed my hips and forced me to start riding her husband again.

  “Brooke,” I whimpered as our lips broke apart. “I’m coming.”

  “Me...me,” David stuttered through gulps of air. “Me, too.”

  With Brooke’s hands still clamped onto my hips, she forced me down onto David’s meat and guided me back and forth in a rocking motion that made me rub against him just the right way. Seconds later, an explosion of ecstasy took hold of my motions. Then, David’s hot seed erupted deep inside of my channel. I gasped and looked to Brooke, but she looked like she was more pleased than anything as we ground out the last waves of pleasure against each other.

  As soon as it started, our torrid encounter was over. I rose up just long enough to safely fall to the side with her. We sank into a long row of decorative pillows while David laid there and tried to catch his breath with one hand over his heart.

  I turned to Brooke. Though her husband’s cum still lingered inside of me, she met my gaze with a flushed face and a giddy smirk.

  “I hope you’re not ready to leave.”

  “I don’t know if I could move if I wanted to,” I admitted.

  “Our house is your house,” she said and eyed my naked body from head to toe. “Tonight, consider yourself home.”

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  The cool, silky sheet that was draped over my body rubbed against my bare nipples and roused me from the cradle of sleep. I was still naked from my toes to my nose, but as I rolled over and eyed the firm muscles on David’s bare ass that peeked from under the covers, I was hardly conscious of my state of undress.

  I sat up in bed and the sheet fell down to my waist, exposing my light pink points to the mottled darkness in the bedroom. Breaking up the shadows, a thread of yellow light pushed further and further through the open door by the bottom of the mattress. In the tiny amount of time that I spent combing my hair with my fingers, I watched the golden spike of sunlight travel up the foot of the bed and onto the crumpled comforter that hung off the end.

  It wasn’t until the faintest whisper of cigarette smoke tickled my nose that I realized Brooke was missing from the picture. Almost instinctively, I quit messing with my hair and cupped both hands over my naked tits. As it usually happened with the clarity of morning, I wondered whether or not the events of the night before made things different. Was she angry, now that she’d had a chance to see her husband fucking another woman? People changed their minds on much more important things all the time.

  I stole another look at David’s sculpted back as it rose and fell with every one of his deep, tired breaths. Once I was satisfied that I’d studied him enough to remember it later, I slipped the sheet off of him and tossed the comforter over in its place. He responded with a weak groan, but nothing more as I slid out of bed and loosely wrapped the sheet around my body. By the time that I tip-toed out of the door way and into the hall, the smell of smoke beckoned me to wherever Brooke was in spite of my hesitance to face her again.

  Where the cool tile floor stopped at the end of the hall, a windowless door was cracked open just far enough to let the morning sun’s rays bleed into the old house. Wafting through it, little dancing swirls of gray were blown in by a gentle breeze. The only way that I knew Brooke was there for sure was the view I had of her foot, which dangled back and forth softly like she was sitting with her legs crossed. I never noticed it before, but a faded tattoo of a rose and its sharp thorns twisted up the side of her ankle and twirled around it.

  I licked my lips and rubbed my face one last time before pulling the door open far enough for the two of us to lock eyes. Brooke looked tired. Her makeup from the night before was still there, but it was a mess. Her golden locks, which were smooth and shiny the night before, were crumpled into a wavy nest around her head and looked even lighter in the sun. She had on a pair of gray, cotton shorts and a white tank top that wasn’t thick enough to hide the hard points atop her enormous breasts, which stood at attention from the brisk morning air. Though she looked so different than she did a mere twelve hours before, Brooke still wasn’t any less stunning. Perhaps, in a way, she was even more attractive because of the filthy things that we did together. It wasn’t purely a physical attraction anymore, I realized as I eyed her lean legs and the reserved smirk that bent her lips, but something a little more than that.

  “Hey there.”

  The two words that she spoke didn’t mean a whole lot, but the way that she said them meant the world to me. There was no resentment there but, rather, a softness that I appreciated. She didn’t have up her tough-girl front and I hoped that it was because she knew that she didn’t need to anymore; not with me, anyway.

  I gripped the door’s rough, unfinished edge and replied simply, “Hey.”

  Brooke grabbed a cigarette out of the box in her lap and nudged the chair next to her.

  “Come and sit,” she said.

  Relieved by her invitation, I sank down into the patio chair with a sigh and accepted a smoke. Before either of us started to talk, we leaned close to each other and touched the ends of our cigaret
tes together. I fell back into the seat as mine blazed to life.

  “How’d you sleep?”

  “Like a baby,” I said and sucked down a lungful of hot smoke. When I spoke again, it came back up in erratic puffs with each word. “How about you?”

  “I can’t complain.”

  I fell back against the patio chair and took in a deep breath of the early morning air. It was cool and crisp, but the breeze was just soft enough to still allow the sun to warm the bare skin on my legs.

  Both Brooke and I sat there in silence for some time and stared out to the softly-swaying trees that loomed not far from the patio where we sat. The stillness of nature was disturbed every once in a while by the rustle of wind that dodged through their leaves, but there were a few birds and even a handful of crickets that filled in where our conversation was left hanging. I puffed on my cigarette and sized Brooke up out of the corner of my eye. In reality, I was desperate to know what was going on inside of her head.

  “I’ve been thinking,” she said after a while and took a long drag off of her cigarette, which was down almost to the butt. Then she leaned forward and smashed it out in a crystal ash tray that sat on a small table between us. She forced a billow of smoke into the air.

  Here it comes, I thought to myself and fiddled with the sheet that I was wrapped in. This is where she realizes that this whole thing was a mistake and tells you to kick rocks. But can you blame her?

  Though I didn’t want my time with them to end, I knew that I needed to prepare for a graceful exit. Trying my best to exude a cool indifference, I asked, “What have you been thinking about?”

  Brooke leaned back in her chair, tilted her chin to the sky and closed her eyes. The whole time, I watched as the sun’s rays morphed and shifted across her features. She may not have been perfect, with her mascara-lined lids and the uneven smears of foundation that were left, but I was enamored none the less. In a way, I secretly hoped that I would someday be the kind of woman that she was: confident, aggressive and strong.

  “Do you like working at Hungry Pete’s?”

  To say the very least, her desire to move into small-chat territory took me by surprise.

  “Um, I guess. It’s a job.”

  She turned her head away from the heavens, looked over to me and blinked a few times to get her vision back to normal.

  “The boys tell me you’re one hell of a worker.”

  “Which boys?”

  Brooke laughed, causing her large breasts to jump up and down a few times. She answered, “First thing you should know about me is that I don’t name names.”

  “Fair enough.”

  She smiled and continued, “But I can tell you that I’ve heard good things about you.”

  “Have you heard any bad things?”

  Brooke lightly bit the corner of her lip and let her eyes wander over my sheet-wrapped body.

  “The bad things are my favorite part.”

  Despite the flush feeling on my cheeks and the butterflies in my gut, I decided to force the conversation to its point.

  “What are you getting at, Mrs. B?”

  A quick smirk appeared one second and was gone the next. To me, she looked like she was trying to be serious but was having a hard time. It was nice to see a softer side of her tough exterior, but it only made me more nervous. If she was flustered, was I supposed to be, too?

  “Look, I’m trying to ask if you want a job with us. Our new bar needs a manager.”

  I slowly mashed my cigarette next to Brooke’s in the ash tray and watched the ashes pile up around the sand-colored filter. There were too many things for me to process right then and there. It felt like a million words were piled up at the back of my throat, but not one could get out and make an appearance. After what seemed like a long pause, I finally croaked, “Why me?”

  “I don’t know.” Brooke turned in her seat so that her whole body faced me, not just her stare. I tried to keep looking her in the eyes, but it was hard for me to keep mine from wandering. “There are few people that both David and I let in, but if he sees the same thing in you that I do, well,” she trailed off and shrugged as if to silently punctuate her statement.

  “What do you see in me? I’m not special.”

  “Slow your roll, Negative Nancy.” She snatched another cigarette out of the box and had it lit in no time at all. “Besides, it’s all relative anyway.”

  I nodded my head like I understood, but I didn’t. Brooke seemed to sense it.

  “You may not be special to all of them,” she said and motioned outward, as if to indicate that “them” was the rest of the world. “But you’re special to us and we want to keep you around. You can work for us and, if you need to, stay in one of the spare rooms. We have, like, four.”

  I was stunned. Was it actually possible to have a relationship between three people in the real world? Of all the things that I expected when I walked up to their bar the night before, the words that fell from Brooke’s full lips--the same ones that had been buried between my thighs the night before--were miles apart from anything I could’ve ever imagined. There was no way that I could accept right then and there. I already had a job and an apartment. They weren’t much, but I’d worked hard to get them and didn’t know if I was willing to just walk away into the arms of strangers. After a few minutes of silence, I still didn’t have anything of substance to contribute, so I tried to shift the conversation.

  “Does David know about this?”

  She smiled and held up two of her manicured fingers briefly, “Second thing you should know is that I tell David everything. We have no secrets and would expect the same from you.”

  “It’s just,” I stammered, “I don’t know if Mr. Short can-”

  Brooke leaned over and grabbed my hand, effectively silencing me with her touch. Just like before, the energy that we shared felt electric.

  “I’m not asking for an answer right now. Whether or not you come to work for the family, you’re part of it now.” Down the hall, the sound of David’s heavy feet slapping against the tile floor made Brooke and me aware of his presence. In the last few seconds that we had alone, she reached up and brushed the wild hairs out of my face and whispered, “Welcome to the club.”

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  ‘All The Way’ by Giselle Renarde

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  Chapter One

  “I just don’t understand why he would want to spend the holidays with us,” Rob said, setting down his watercolour brush to follow Josie into the bedroom. It’s not that he minded houseguests, but why Kaz of all people? “Doesn’t he have a family of his own?”

  “Of course he has a family,” Josie replied as she kicked her shoes under the bed. “But his mother moved to Japan last year and his father isn’t the most amiable guy on the planet. Anyway, his parents never really celebrated Christmas and he’s just feeling kind of low right now. I figured the invitation would brighten his mood.”

  “Well, I guess it did, if he accepted.” Leaning against the doorframe, Rob watched Josie strip out of her office clothes.

  Her grey jacket came off to settle on their neatly made bed before the matching skirt fell to the floor. As she unbuttoned her ruffled pink shirt, Rob picked up the suit and hung it in the closet. Wrinkles now means ironing later.

  When she leaned in to toss her top in the laundry hamper, the soft scent of her perfume melted away his haughty mood. Her breasts basked in her ivory lace bra like chocolate ice cream in filigree bowls. The curve of her belly led his eyes down to matching panties, which gave that same gorgeous impression of light fabric against darkish skin.

  All Rob had to do was take one look at his beautiful wife to know he’d give her anything she wanted. You want your high school boyfriend to stay at our house for Christmas? Sure! No arguments here.

  Placing her arms around his neck,
she asked, “Are you sure you’re good with this? There’s still time to retract if you’re not.”

  When he considered the number transient artists and acquaintances he’d brought home over the years, he figured it was only fair.

  Rolling his hands around her luscious backside, he replied, “I guess if Kaz needs a good boost, Casa Josie is the best place for it around the holidays.”

  “Damn sure!” A huge smile grew across her lips right before she pounced, tickling his neck. “Here, we celebrate Christmas like nobody’s business.”

  In a fit of giddiness, he said, “We celebrate like a house is on fire!”

  “We celebrate like it’s 1999!” She giggled as he harangued her neck with a mess of silly kisses.

  “Get with the times, Jos. You’re ten years out.”

  He led her to the bed, where they collapsed together in absolute hysterics. When he dug his fingers deep into the flesh of her thighs—the most ticklish spot on her lusciously lovely body—she flipped. Literally. Her reaction was such violent amusement she actually flipped him over, flat on his back. He saw what was coming next in her eyes and in the wicked smile bleeding across her lips, but by the time he reacted it was already too late.

  Before he could squeeze his arms tight enough against his sides, her fingers were lodged in his armpits like ten little playground bullies. She pinned him down, laughing her ass off as she tickled his pits. It just about killed him, but it felt so good. It felt so good to laugh like that.

  He could hardly breathe. His sides ached as he hooted and hollered. Josie was relentless in her attack, but what else was new?