Alien Affair

by Gloria Martin

  “Do you want to go inside?” I heard Hugh mutter against Marceline’s hair. I found myself nodding before she even responded.

  Once we got inside Hugh’s home, it was as if the decision had already been made, like we’d all made that choice. Things quickly became steamier.

  Hugh tugged Marceline’s dress over her head revealing her black lacy underwear, and started to kiss her passionately, while I allowed my hands to explore her body. I found her nipples and watched how she arched her back in pleasure as I tugged on them. This unusual position actually gave me a much bigger insight into what she enjoyed, and I loved that – more than I thought I ever would.

  Then, I couldn’t resist for another second. I moved my way down and started to tease the edge of her panties, feeling her desperate wet heat calling out for me.

  But I wouldn’t give in. Not yet. I wanted to tease her to the point where she couldn’t take it anymore first.

  *****

  Marceline

  There were so many sensations racing through my body that I couldn’t tell which man was doing what to me. Hugh was kissing me, as Guy slid his fingers inside me. Then Guy was running his lips over my breasts as Hugh flicked his tongue teasingly between my legs, and then Guy sucked my neck and tugged on my hair as Hugh yanked my panties down, exposing me completely. It was too much, too intense, and I couldn’t catch my breath with all of the attention being showered over me.

  This was officially a moment of madness, something that I’d never done before, but somehow I couldn’t stop it. I found myself not wanting to, I found myself unexpectedly wanting to go the whole way with this. I didn’t want to think, I didn’t want to give myself the opportunity to talk myself out of it. I just wanted to act, to feel for the first time in my life.

  All the hardship, the upset from my past relationship melted away as these two men wanted me fiercely. I finally felt sexy, worthy once more.

  Plus, when would I get the opportunity to be with two gorgeous billionaires ever again? I wouldn’t and I didn’t want to pass up the opportunity. I knew I’d regret it forever otherwise.

  Hugh’s lips were racing all over my naked body, and since he was the man nearest to me, I started to tug at his clothes, pulling them off. I wanted to see what he had for me under the most expensive suit that I’d ever seen. I didn’t mind being nude, but I didn’t want to be the only one exposed!

  And very soon, his trousers fell down and I dipped into his boxers, wrapping my hand around his thick, hard length, experimenting with his shaft.

  Seeing that I was lost in Hugh’s body, Guy started to try and pull my attention back to him, trying to keep up. This competition between them in which I was the prize was a massive turn-on, for all of us. He dropped to his knees, pushed Hugh to one side, just far enough so that I could still reach him, and he started to taste me with his tongue, sending wild sensations racing right through my body. I gripped tighter onto Hugh, playing with him more vigorously, which luckily he seemed to love. I could tell from his wild panting beside me.

  Just as I was at the brink of falling apart, Guy pulled backwards smirking at me. “Not yet,” he whispered, standing up. “We still have so much to do.”

  Swept up in the moment, I tugged him closer to me with my free hand and started to undress him too. I needed his help, because my attention kept wandering to the other hunky man by my side, but it wasn’t long before he was naked too. I was surrounded by some of the best looking flesh that I’d ever seen – it was like being in a dream!

  I felt Hugh spin me around so my back was to him, and I then he pushed inside of me, surprising me. I was sure that it was all a part of the ‘winning’, of getting to me first, but I couldn’t help but gasp out in pleasure all the same. He felt amazing – even better than I’d expected – and I tossed my head back in pleasure as he gave me what my body was aching for.

  Guy moved closer to me, kissing me gently as his friend thrust hard against me from behind. These contrasting actions felt oddly sensual, and I found my hands trailing over Guy’s body, exploring every inch of his muscles in a more detailed way than I had when we’d been together before.

  As Guy’s fingers played with my clit, sending me to the edge of desire and back, I ran my hands up and down his shaft, making him moan deeply into my mouth.

  Soon, I wanted more. I wanted everything from both of these men, so I bent forward as far as I could go, giving Hugh more access to me, and my hungry lips found Guy’s cock. I wanted to taste him too, to feel him inside of me also.

  He grabbed hold of the nearest thing behind him to keep him upright, a small table. I flicked my tongue up and down his erection, sending him wild. I could feel him trembling under my touch, and that made me feel even sexier than before.

  Hugh’s fingers had replaced Guy’s, and he continued to pound against me, meaning that my body was experiencing a sensory overload. As the orgasm racked through my body, crashing over it in intense waves, I gripped on to the man in front of me, feeling his lust fill up my mouth too, and in moments we were all done, all exhausted, all spent.

  The moment afterwards could have quite easily been awkward, but I burst into laughter, causing the men to do the same. This eased the tension somewhat, and allowed us to feel comfortable around one another once more.

  Instead of dressing in a stilted silence, we all chatted happily, as if we were the best of friends as well as lovers. This part was almost better than what had just happened. I realized that I was enjoying their company just as much as their bodies, and that truly surprised me.

  “Another drink?” Hugh asked, and I nodded happily.

  I probably should have gone home, to digest what had happened, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to stay, to find out more, which exactly what I did.

  And after we’d gotten a little tipsier, we headed up to Hugh’s bedroom for a repeat performance in what was becoming the most unexpected night of my entire life!

  *****

  Hugh

  The next morning, everything was different. In the cold, sober light of day, all that had seemed wild and sexy the night before was now a reminder that something taboo had happened. Something that I should never have let go as far as it did.

  The competition got too wild, it went too far, and now I had no idea what I was going to do about it.

  Marceline and Guy both lay fast asleep in my bed, showing me that I hadn’t gotten what I wanted – not at all. I had wanted her, not him. I’d wanted to win, to be better, but instead I’d gotten caught up in the moment. I’d allowed my body to rule my mind. I hadn’t stopped to think for even a second.

  Now, I regretted it.

  I was panicking, terrified that someone would find out and that my reputation would be ruined because of it. Losing my reputation would change everything. It would affect every single aspect of my life – my status, my social standing, my business – all of it.

  It was a stupid moment of craziness, and I wanted nothing more than to forget all about it. I wanted it never to have happened.

  I tried having a shower to clear my head, but that just left me feeling worse, even more confused and scared, and as I spotted them both waking up, my tone and attitude turned cold.

  “Get out,” I announced quickly and sharply, not even giving either of them the opportunity to say good morning. “Both of you, leave now.”

  “But…” Marceline tried to argue, sounding upset, but I no longer cared. The longer I had to look at them, the more I’d be reminded of what had happened. Any thought of being with her properly was gone forever – all she would represent to me was a night of insanity, I would never be able to be anywhere near her now.

  I needed to forget that she even existed. I needed her gone.

  “Just go,” I said firmly, before spinning on my heel and stalking from the room.

  I could hear them both tossing clothes on in a hurry, whispering furiously to one another. They were definitely talking about me, there was no escaping that, and that made me
feel sad and left out. I wanted to be a part of the conspiracy, not conspired against, but I’d wrecked that by allowing things to get out of hand.

  As I heard them race to the front door and slam it behind them, without even saying goodbye, the sense of relief that I was alone didn’t come. I expected to be glad to have some form of normality back, but I didn’t.

  Instead, I sat on my bed with my head in my hands, trying desperately not to cry, all the while wondering just what in the world was wrong with me.

  What had I done?!

  *****

  Guy

  Okay, it had been an unexpected night of madness, and sure I wasn’t entirely certain how I was supposed to be reacting to it, but Hugh’s out and out rudeness was completely and utterly wrong. And the way he’d spoken to Marceline was out of order.

  Just because he clearly regretted it now, didn’t make it our fault. On the contrary, he’d be an extremely willing participant!

  The only good thing about him kicking us out like that was that he’d blown his chance with Marceline forever, which effectively left me as the winner. Not that it was much about the competition any more.

  “Would you like to come back to my place?” I asked, as I drove Marceline away from Hugh’s home in my Porsche. I’d chosen to drive that car the night before because I’d needed the speed, and now I was grateful that I had. I hoped Marceline would be impressed.

  Not that she looked it. She looked kind of heartbroken.

  To be honest, I couldn’t imagine her as the type of woman that got excited about showy, expensive things anyway. She seemed too independent, too intelligent for that.

  “No, thank you,” she replied, looking so hurt and subdued that I wondered what I could possibly do to cheer her up. “I just want to go home.”

  “Alright,” I replied. There was no point in trying to change her mind – she clearly wanted to be alone. I couldn’t help feeling useless though – it sucked that such a fun night had ended in such an awful morning.

  I decided to try a different tactic to bring her back around. “You know, it might have been mad but I had a lot of fun.” I shot her a small grin. “I’d like to see you again, if you’re up for it.” I still liked Marceline a lot, despite everything, and I wanted to get to know her more. The threesome hadn’t dulled my feelings for her. If anything, it had intensified them, and I didn’t want to lose her because of it.

  She looked at me, a stunned shock in her eyes. “You mean…?”

  “I’d like to take you on a date, if that’s alright,” I said, knowing that I was close to getting a smile from her.

  But then she psychically sunk back into herself, and I could see that she wasn’t sure. That she needed time to sort her head out. I had to respect that.

  I was willing to wait, if that was what it took. Anything for another shot with Marceline. “Tell you what,” I said. “You can call me when you feel ready.”

  “Okay,” she whispered, looking grateful. “That would be nice.”

  I placed one chaste kiss on her lips as we got to her door, and I watched her while she walked inside. I hoped this wouldn’t be the last time I’d see her. I felt like there was a whole lot to Marceline that I didn’t yet know, and I really wanted to.

  *****

  Marceline

  It took me two full weeks before I finally gave in and called Guy, during which time I threw myself into my studies as a distraction. I didn’t want to get behind on my course as it had been the most important thing to me for a very long time.

  But there was no denying that every second I stopped, my brain was filled with all kinds of confusing thoughts.

  Nikki had been encouraging me to get in contact with Guy the entire time – she kept saying that I looked miserable without him. But what she didn’t know, what I hadn’t yet told anyone, was that it wasn’t just him I was missing.

  It was Hugh too.

  I hadn’t mentioned the threesome to anyone, for two reasons. One, I didn’t know how people would react to it and I didn’t want to be judged for a crazy moment of madness; and two, it felt nice to have that delicious little secret just for myself. It may not have ended well, but now that I’d had some separation from it, I could remember all the good parts to it – the fun, the sexiness, and the enjoyment.

  It felt weird, only contacting Guy, even though I’d been with him first. I wasn’t sure why it felt weird, just that it did. But after Hugh’s crazy reaction the morning after, I knew he didn’t want to see either of us again. That made me sad. I’d liked him a whole lot, but I couldn’t force him to feel the same way, so I knew that I’d just have to get over it.

  But I couldn’t keep away from Guy for another second. I needed contact with at least one of them, and since Guy wanted to see me too, he’d made that choice for me.

  “Hello Marceline,” he answered warmly, instantly knowing that it was me calling. His kind reaction made me melt a little inside – he could easily have turned away from me because I took so long to contact him, but he seemingly understood. “I’ve been looking forward to you calling.”

  I almost asked him why he was so convinced that I would call, but I decided against it at the last moment. He’d been right after all.

  “It’s good to speak to you, Guy,” I said. I smiled as I spoke, picturing him sitting on his sofa in one of his stupidly expensive business suits. I wondered if he was watching the television with a drink in his hand, trying to relax, or if he was still tied up in paperwork after a long day in the office.

  “How have you been?” He sounded like he genuinely wanted to know, not like he was just asking for something to say.

  “Um…” I wanted to say I was stressed and unable to think straight, but instead I said, “I’m alright thanks. Busy with my course work. You?”

  “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” he answered, almost a little too honestly.

  “Me neither,” I answered, already in my fantasy world. I remembered that night once more, how it made me feel, the sensations rushing all over my body… “Hugh too.” As soon as I said that out loud, I regretted it. How stupid was I to admit that to him? I’d probably just blown it completely. Surely Guy would never want to see me again if he knew that I was still undecided.

  “How about we go out for that drink?” he said, changing the subject completely, much to my relief.

  “Sure,” I sighed happily. “That sounds lovely.”

  “Okay, I’ll pick you up on Friday at eight?”

  “Sure.” I was surprisingly already looking forward to it.

  As soon as I hung up the phone, I began to feel a lot better. If Guy still wanted me, that had to be good news. He was a stunning billionaire who had the world at his feet, and yet he still wanted to go out with me – a lowly waitress who could barely afford to put herself through her studies.

  If Hugh didn’t want to know me, then that would have to be the end of it.

  I stood up from my bed and walked over to my wardrobe, realizing that I had a much bigger problem to distract me. What was I supposed to wear on a date with an extremely rich man? Where would he take me? Presumably not somewhere where my mall fashions would fit in, that’s for sure! But there was no way I could afford anything designer either.

  But then, as I looked on all my slightly shabby dresses I realized that Guy had likely been with women with the same social status as he, the kind that could afford Botox and surgery and expensive dresses. He’d dated women who could afford makeup artists and hair stylists, and that hadn’t been enough to keep him interested.

  If he wanted to see me for a third time, to take me out on a date, then that was because he liked me, and he wanted to spend time with the real me. Not someone in an outfit that cost more than my rent.

  If he kept coming back for more, that had to mean something. Maybe it was time that I started to be a little more confident of what I had to offer. Guy obviously saw something, even if I didn’t. Maybe it was time to accept that!

 
; So I pulled a simple red dress from my collection and sat it down on the bed, smiling. I knew that I looked quite good in that dress, and it made me feel confident. It would have to do.

  Now all I had to do was make it to Friday!

  *****

  Hugh

  The weeks following that fateful night were utter hell. I sunk into a pit of misery and stopped caring about everything that was important to me. Even my business was beginning to slip into some troubles, but I didn’t have the heart to fix it, and I just didn’t seem to care that much. My PA was doing the best he could, but he could only get so far.

  I just couldn’t stop thinking about that night, of them, of Marceline, and Guy too. It was bizarre and utterly confusing, and I had no idea what it meant about me. Not knowing who I was anymore was utterly terrifying and it had thrown me into complete disarray.

  By the time 5pm rolled around on the Friday, I was already in the nearest bar to my office, drinking my problems away. By eight o’ clock, I was thoroughly drunk and growing increasingly angry.

  My sour mood, which kept my focus solely on the glass in front of me, was the reason it took me a while to spot that by some miracle, they were both there. In the bar, not too far away from me.

  If I hadn’t stood up to go to the bathroom, I might not have noticed them at all, and it didn’t look like they’d seen me either.

  I watched them for a few moments as they casually flirted, laughing merrily whilst sharing drinks. A red mist descended. I felt angrier and more betrayed than I ever had before. It was the sort of rage that consumed my entire body, coiling it all up in tight, fierce knots.

  How dare they come into where I am and flirt like that? Did they want me to know? Were they trying to hurt me, or were they just utterly insensitive?

  I couldn’t keep away for a second longer. I was fuming, and they needed to know how mad I was. I stormed over to them, wanting to scream and yell – even if it meant that the rest of the world heard.

  “What the fuck are you playing at?” I heard myself slur as I staggered by their table. “Why are you here? Are you on a date or something?”