Damn, but she’s hot. Hotter than hot. Hotter than hell. Oh, how I’d love to get inside her pants. I wonder if she’s wearing panties? There’s no visible panty line, and those jeans are welded to her skin in all the right places. Damn. Gotta get my mind off her ass before my dick breaks my zipper.
Faris and Evan enjoyed sharing a woman. They were both bisexual, both committed to each other, and both looking for a woman to complete their relationship. But while women who wanted to try two men at once were easy enough to find, women who wanted a permanent ménage relationship were a lot scarcer. And so far none of the available ones had appealed to them both. Could Tenealle really be the one they were searching for? She certainly pressed every one of his buttons. She was a wet dream come to life. And from the stunned look on Evan’s face when Faris had walked into the office, plus the stiff-legged way Evan had been moving through the house ever since she’d arrived, his partner’s mind was running along much the same track as his own. But how was he supposed to find out if she liked them both? Somehow he knew “Wanna fuck two men at once?” was likely not going to be a successful pickup line.
Faris’s gaze followed Tenealle as she walked gracefully around the garden. She stood still on the far side of the fountain, pulled out her cell phone, and made—or maybe answered—a call.
Then she returned to the living room, her chocolate eyes sparkling. Turning to Evan she said, “Knock ten thousand dollars off the price, and I’ll take it today.”
“What?”
“Reduce the price by ten thousand, and I’ll sign the sale note now.”
“But—But—”
Faris couldn’t help himself. He burst out laughing. One minute Evan couldn’t wait to sell the property. The next minute he received an offer and didn’t know what to do.
Tenealle stared at them. Then her face grew hard. “Is this some kind of a joke? Is this apartment for sale or not? Give me a straight yes-or-no answer right now.”
Faris sobered up and looked at Evan.
Evan managed to pull himself together. “Yes, it is for sale. How about I take five thousand dollars off the price and we meet at my attorney’s tomorrow to sign the paperwork?”
“What time tomorrow?”
“Let me get it organized.” Evan made a call, then said to Tenealle, “Either at ten thirty or at three thirty. He can fit us in at either of those times.”
Tenealle pulled her cell phone out again and pressed her speed dial. “Hey Herb, how does ten thirty tomorrow suit you? Oh, okay, the other option is three thirty. Ten thirty’s better? Okay, I’ll e-mail you the address when I get home. See you there. Bye.”
“Ten thirty it is. Where is your attorney’s office?” she asked.
Evan told her the details, then asked, “Tenealle…um…tomorrow…um, after the paperwork is done, would you and your attorney join Faris, me, and my attorney for lunch? Just a little celebration?”
“Isn’t that kind of unusual?”
“Likely it is. But I’d—we’d—like to get to know you a little more. Unless, that is…Should we be inviting your significant other as well?”
“Oh no, no significant other, but about a thousand cousins. Herbert is the only cousin I’ll welcome to lunch, though.”
“Only a thousand cousins? I thought you had a bazillion?”
“Oh, I do, I do. I trip over them wherever I go. My father was the youngest of ten children, and the city is littered with my cousins. In fact, just about every major city in America is home to at least one of them! They’re everywhere! So, may I take some photographs of the rooms so I can start planning paint colors and where my furniture will fit?”
“Of course. Let me walk around with you,” agreed Evan.
“Me too,” added Faris.
* * * *
“So how are we going to get her into our bed with two attorneys also at the dinner table?” asked Evan.
“Damned if I know. But I reckon we use the meal to make another date with her, with seduction as the game plan.”
“Uh-huh. What do you suggest? Wine, dine, and dance? A movie?”
“How about a day out somewhere innocuous? Somewhere she couldn’t possibly refuse to go. Like the zoo or an art gallery,” suggested Faris.
“Oh, I like that idea. Let’s give her the choice. The zoo or the Beecher Gallery. If she’s in control of choosing the venue, she’ll likely feel happier about coming out with us, and more relaxed about accepting a date. Damn, I couldn’t believe it when I opened the door and there was this red-hot redhead standing there. I thought I was dreaming.”
“Yeah, me too. But her hair isn’t really red. It’s kind of a brownish-red.”
“Who cares what color her hair is? She’s damn hot. Her breasts. Her hips. And did you notice the way her whole face lights up when she smiles? It’s not just her mouth, or even her eyes and her mouth. It’s everything. Like the sunshine coming out after the rain. It’s just so beautiful. She’s incredibly beautiful.”
“I did notice. And she is beautiful, an absolute wet dream come to life. But in the meantime, you and I are here together, and there is a nice bed just waiting for us to climb into it.”
“I do like the way you think.”
Faris pulled Evan into his arms, and they just held each other for a long moment. Then they both moved forward to grind their pelvises together, their cocks rubbing each other through the layers of clothing.
Faris wrapped his arms tightly around Evan and pressed his lips to his partner. He was just a few inches taller than the other man and had to dip his head a fraction to achieve a perfect meshing of their mouths.
Evan’s tongue licked along the seam of Faris’s lips, and he opened immediately, welcoming the other man in.
Suddenly the sexual tension blossomed at an extreme level, and their tongues began thrusting wildly, their hips pressing together, and their arms pulling their bodies as close to each other as possible.
“Bed,” gasped Faris.
They quickly moved into their bedroom, and Evan unbuttoned Faris’s shirt, while Faris undid Evan’s belt and pulled down his zipper. He loved the feel of Evan’s cock in his hands. It was so hot, so thick, so silky soft, and yet so hard. But above all, it felt so damn good inside him. He loved to fuck, but he also loved being fucked. Both were distinctly different pleasures, but with Evan, both were so very, very good.
Faris gently stroked Evan’s cock, running a fingernail along the vein, then under the head, where he knew Evan was very sensitive.
Evan’s gasp was an adequate reward for his efforts, Then Evan’s hands pushed his shirt open, and his fingers were tweaking Faris’s nipples. The flat little nubs were doing their very best to stand up and be noticed.
“Bed. Now,” Faris ordered.
Quickly they shucked the rest of their clothes and climbed into their bed. Faris kneeled on all fours, letting Evan know he wanted to be bottom this time.
Evan slapped Faris’s ass. “God, I love you like that. You have a great ass, and it’s all mine.”
Evan got their lube from the nightstand and squirted a little into Faris’s ass. Then he inserted a slippery finger deep inside. He carefully stretched and massaged Faris’s walls, adding more gel and a second finger after a few minutes.
Faris was eagerly pressing back into Evan’s fingers, and using one hand, he stroked his own cock, which was almost painfully hard. “Now. Fuck me now.”
There was the sound of latex snapping, and then Evan’s hands were on Faris’s hips, and Evan’s cock was pushing its way into Faris’s eagerly waiting butt.
As Evan’s cock popped through the ring of muscle, Faris sighed. “Oh yeah. That’s what I needed. You feel so very good.”
“I love being inside you. You’re so hot, so welcoming. But I’ve gotta move. I can’t hold on long.”
“So move already.” And with that, Faris pushed back hard, impaling himself on Evan’s cock.
After a few jerky thrusts, the two of them got a good rhythm going, of t
hrust and retreat, in and out, the slap of Evan’s balls against the back of Faris’s thighs underlining the men’s grunts and gasps.
Faris was burning to come. His cock was about to explode, and he knew if he so much as touched himself, it would. Evan’s hands were gripping his hips as he powered in and out, and Faris pushed back desperately into the strokes.
Evan let go with one hand and reached around to grab Faris’s cock. He stroked firmly from root to balls, then swiveled his hips so his cock rubbed the walls of Faris’s hot, dark channel. With a deep groan, Faris exploded, his cum spurting powerfully from his penis, up onto his belly.
Evan thrust once more, twice, then jetted his cum into Faris’s butt, the heat of his seed burning hot even through the thin rubber protection.
After a few more strokes, Evan, still buried in Faris, rolled them to their sides so they lay sweating, panting, yet still connected together.
“That was very good. We really must do it again sometime,” joked Faris.
“Oh, we will, we will. Just give me ten minutes to get my breath back,” replied Evan.
Chapter Two
Tenealle was nervously pacing up and down outside the attorney’s office when Cousin Herbert pulled up in his shiny new SUV. She waved at her small, beat-up, bright red compact car and grinned at him. “Business going well, is it, Herb?”
“Yeah, but it’s more that Emma is almost through college now, and I get to spend my money on myself instead of on her,” he joked.
Titus, Joab, and Co. was a smartly furnished historical building with a lot of gray—gray paint on the walls, gray stone counter, plush gray rugs underfoot.
“Soothing, I suppose,” Tenealle whispered.
Mr. Titus himself opened the door to welcome them into his office. Tenealle’s breath hitched at the gorgeous picture Evan and Faris made, standing together by the window. Shit, they’re hot. Sex on a stick times two.
Faris had to be at least six foot two, a long, lean drink of water with shaggy blond hair and deep blue eyes. Evan was likely an even six foot, with dark brown hair touching the collar of his button-down shirt, a shirt that was straining at all the seams to accommodate his muscular chest and upper arms.
And I bet his thighs are just as ripped. Oh man, look at that cock!
“Tenealle? Tenealle!”
She snapped out of her daze and looked at Herb, who nodded slightly toward Mr. Titus, who was waiting to shake her hand.
“Adam Titus, my dear. Herbert Jones is known to me by reputation, of course. I believe you are related to him?”
“He’s my cousin. One of my many cousins.”
“Ah, yes. Herbert does seem to have a lot of cousins.”
“Oh, we do, we do. His father was son number two. My father was kid number ten.”
“Seventy-two cousins and counting,” added Herb helpfully.
“Seventy-two!” echoed Faris.
“Told you there were bazillions of them. But that counts second and third cousins and so on,” Tenealle explained.
“Shall we begin?” interrupted Adam Titus.
Tenealle pretty much just sat and listened. Everything sounded fine to her, but she was no expert. That’s why Herb was there.
Light blue paint for the office would be nice. Maybe with one deeper blue feature wall. And purplish-blue tiles for the entryway and office floor to be easily cleaned. Now, I think Cousin Bruce did carpentry. I must ask Tim. He’ll know. And I’m sure Mark’s sister, Jodie, was studying agriculture, or horticulture, or landscaping, or something. I bet she could advise me about the garden. It could be so beautiful, I know it…
“So we’re all agreed, then?” Titus’s voice penetrated her thoughts. She nodded along with the others, signed where she was told to sign, and handed over a bank check for more than half her savings.
“Although it’s a thirty-day settlement, Mr. Schmidt is happy to let you have a key straightaway so you can begin work on the property if that is your desire,” Mr. Titus said.
“That would be wonderful. I want to talk to various tradespeople about things I need to get done, and they’ll want to see the apartment, I expect. I’ve got some ideas about what I want already.”
“Good, good. I believe a table is waiting for us for an early lunch at Sally’s. Shall we continue the conversation there?” suggested Mr. Titus.
They all traveled to the restaurant in Herb’s SUV to simplify the car parking. Tenealle welcomed the arrangement. She was fascinated with Faris and Evan and happy to share the backseat with them while Adam Titus and Herb discussed lawyer-type stuff up front.
“What do you do, Tenealle? Why do you need an office?” asked Evan.
“I have an office in my current apartment, but it’s the second bedroom, and I seem to suffer a constant stream of visiting cousins who then have to sleep on the floor of my great room. They use all my hot water and eat me out of house and home.”
“Yes, I see why you need a bigger apartment, but you didn’t actually answer the question,” said Faris.
“Oh, sorry. I’m a scheduler. I schedule relief carers for families with a child with disabilities, or for someone caring for an ill or elderly family member. The company has a team of part-time personal care attendants, and I keep spreadsheets of who’s available when, who has cared for whom in the past, and make the bookings when a carer is ill, or tired, or just needs a break. Likely that sounds really boring, but I enjoy the challenges of fitting the pieces together like jigsaw puzzles.”
“Yeah, I can see it would be really hard when the Super Bowl is on or the flu is going around or something,” said Evan.
“Exactly. How about you two? Do you work together or what?”
“We work for the same company—” began Evan.
“But in different departments,” added Faris. “I’m an accountant, and he’s an IT nerd.”
Tenealle asked a few questions about their work, and by the time they arrived at Sally’s, they were happily chatting like old friends.
The lunch went very smoothly, with everyone getting along well together, and it seemed like no time at all to Tenealle when Herbert looked at his watch and jumped up.
“Hell! I’m going to be late for my next appointment if we don’t leave right now. Sorry, to break up the party, folks, but I’ve gotta rush.”
“Not a problem, I need to leave about now, too,” said Adam Titus.
“We’ve got the day off, so we’ll stay a bit longer and catch a cab back to your office later, Adam, if that’s okay?” said Faris.
Tenealle was torn. She was enjoying talking to these gorgeous hunks, but she did not, officially at least, have the day off and really ought to get back to her computer.
“Stay a little longer,” begged Evan. “Surely you don’t have to leave just yet.”
“I have a stack of things I should be doing.” She hesitated. Damn it, I’ll stay.
“It’s okay, Herb, Mr. Titus. I’ll stay on a little longer and catch a taxi back with Evan and Faris.”
Evan ordered more coffee, and Faris followed that up by ordering a cheese platter, so Tenealle relaxed back in her chair, prepared to stay up until midnight, if necessary, to clear her in-tray when she finally got home.
The conversation took off again as they talked about everything and nothing: politics, movies, singers, the weather. Their discussions ranged all over the spectrum, and Tenealle found herself enjoying their company as she hadn’t enjoyed anyone’s, not even the nicest cousins’, for a long time.
And, God, they were hot. Tenealle was sure every female in Sally’s Restaurant was envying her, sitting there with not one, but two of the best-looking men in town. Men who laughed and smiled, who joked and offered serious opinions, men who made her feel beautiful and special, even though she hardly knew them.
And oh, how she wanted to know them more. They seemed to be so genuinely nice, as well as intelligent and quick-thinking, and incredibly easy on the eyes. Evan had muscles everywhere. The man was totally ripped.
And Faris was the perfect contrast, long and lean with a runner’s build. Hmm, I’d love to lick and touch every inch of both of them. Such a shame it won’t happen. She sighed. Just looking at them made her so hot. She was creaming with desire for both of them. Her panties were damp, and her belly was clenching, and she’d never even kissed either of them! If they so much as touched her, she was sure she’d come on the spot. She was absolutely certain she would. How the hell did that happen? I only met them yesterday. It’s not like I really even know them. And there’s two of them!
“Which do you prefer, Tenealle? The zoo or the art museum?” asked Faris.
“Hmm, I don’t know. Both are good fun, I guess. Perhaps the zoo on a sunny day and the art gallery if it’s raining? Why? What about you?”
“Oh, we both like them both. How about we pick you up at nine on Saturday, and if it’s raining, we’ll go to the Beecher Gallery, and if it’s sunny, we’ll go to the zoo.”
Tenealle’s heart started beating double time. Wow! A date! Well, sort of a date. “Okay, sure. I’d like that.”
“And no extra cousins. Just you and us,” added Faris.
“Deal!” Tenealle laughed.
* * * *
The sun was shining brightly, and the forecast was for fine and warm, so Tenealle was dressed for the zoo with her sun hat in her purse, a light sweater knotted around her hips, and comfortable walking shoes on her feet when the doorbell rang.
And there stood Faris, his blond hair and blue eyes accentuated by the deep blue T-shirt he was wearing over his jeans. “Evan is driving, so he sent me to collect you. Are you ready?”
“Sure,” she said, grabbing her purse, checking she had her keys, and slamming her door shut. She ran down the steps to the parking lot.
Evan had his car—or maybe it was his and Faris’s car—standing at the curb right out front. Faris opened the door and encouraged her to sit on the bench seat between then. Then they were off.
It was a perfect day of warm—but not hot—sunshine, blue skies, and lots to see and do. They licked ice cream cones like kids, oohed and aahhed at the butterfly house, clowned around outside the monkeys’ area, and waited a long time to see and take photographs of a pair of platypuses.
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