Tenealle walked through the garden to the fountain. Katie jumped up, grabbed a soda, and ran across to Sultan.
Mary smiled at her and nodded. “Katie sees me too, Tenealle, just as you do. You and Evan and Faris will be happy here for many years. Like Enid was with her Arthur. And just as she knew the right person to leave this garden to was Evan, when the time comes, you will know what to do.”
“I guess Katie may be the one, huh?” said Tenealle.
“You won’t need to make any decisions for a very long time. You will have a wonderful future with those men.”
“As crazy as it sounds, Steve did me a favor putting that drain cleaner in my shoes. It made me realize what Evan and Faris and I had was more than just an affair, more than just sex. Their fiercely protective response showed me they genuinely cared for me.”
“I knew they would move in here with you. Evan simply needed to see how you spruced the place up again first.”
“I think he needed the space between his aunt and me. It was too much for him to face at the start. But it brought us together, so him selling it was obviously the right thing to do,” Tenealle replied.
“Thank you for the goldfish. And thank you, too, for Sultan II. I love seeing him out here, playing with the children.”
“The fish and the puppy were wonderful ideas. Besides, having you here makes the Domain even more special for me,” Tenealle replied, mere moments before she was bombarded by a group of children all demanding pizza.
* * * *
Gradually the cousins started to leave, all of them still chattering about how good the apartment looked now, and all of them promising to come for a visit again soon.
Tenealle groaned, but Faris and Evan laughed. “Lucky we decided to keep our apartment as a cousins’ guesthouse when we moved in here with you,” joked Faris.
“And so far, you don’t use nearly as much hot water as Tim, or eat as much as Mark, so it’s all good,” she replied.
Jack and Drew came up to say good-bye. “I’ll be back for another Scrabble competition next month. There will be food in the refrigerator at your place, won’t there?” he asked Faris, hopefully.
Tenealle laughed. “Of course. And we’ll come and watch you play, too.”
They closed the door behind the last few cousins to leave, then walked back down the hallway to the kitchen. Tenealle was thrilled to see it was sparkling clean, the trash all neatly stacked in bags, and a note on the refrigerator door saying, This is your housewarming present, Mark and Jodie.
“Wow! Now that’s a neat present!” said Tenealle.
“Ow! Bad pun,” replied Evan, making them all laugh.
“I believe your cousins are growing on me. I actually like them all. But I’m glad they’ve finally gone and we can just be us, together, a family,” said Faris, wrapping his arms around both Evan and Tenealle and pulling them tight against his chest for a bear hug.
Sultan ran inside and barked at their feet, begging to be picked up.
“Yeah, you too, furball.” Faris grinned.
“He should be exhausted after playing with the kids for hours,” Evan added, giving Sultan a hug, then settling him in his bed in a corner of the room.
Tenealle refilled his water dish but left the food bowl empty. “I suspect the kids gave you more than enough pizza, and you won’t need any doggie treats tonight.” She mock-frowned at him.
Evan came up behind her and pressed against her back. His cock was a hard ridge in the crack of her ass. “What about me? Are there any treats for me?”
“Oh, I think I might be able to find one or two.” She smiled back over her shoulder at him.
“Sounds yummy.” Faris was enveloping her from the front. His cock pressed into her belly, his arms around her shoulders and drawing Evan closer to them both.
Tenealle loved being like this. She was totally encompassed by hard, hot males who genuinely cared for her and enjoyed her as a person as well as a woman. Sure, she loved her cousins, who were interesting people and mostly good fun to be around, but her feelings for these two men were so much deeper. Like the difference between the water in the fountain and the depths of the ocean. Evan and Faris had opened for her a door into a whole new world of emotions. And she felt as though she had just begun to explore the height and depth of the passion between them. It was still growing and growing inside her every minute she spent with them, whether they were with other people or alone, in bed or in public.
She wanted to bury herself in them, learn all about them, share herself with them. But right now, some scorching-hot sex sounded very good to her. Just seeing them, being with them, having them wrap their arms around her made her panties damp and her pussy ache and yearn to be filled by one or the other of them. Her ass clenched too. Having one of them there would be good too. Or in her mouth. Anywhere.
Faris swept her off her feet and walked through the great room and out into the courtyard.
“What? I thought we were about to have sex?”
“Oh, we are, we are.”
“I hate to break it to you, but the bedroom is in the opposite direction,” she pointed out.
“Yeah. But we’ve made love in the bed lots of times. We’ve never made love on the fountain before.”
“On the fountain?” Tenealle hoped she hadn’t screeched those words, but she rather thought she might have. Sex? On the fountain?
“Yep, the ledge is very wide,” Evan added helpfully.
“Well, it’s a hot enough day. I don’t suppose it’ll matter if we fall in,” she agreed, although her brain was still coming to grips with the concept. She hoped they’d thought about how this would work because it wasn’t obvious to her.
“It might startle the fish, I suppose, but we’ll be naked anyway,” added Faris, putting her down and pulling her T-shirt over her head all in the same, single, fluid motion.
She kicked her sandals off as the men toed off their shoes. Then four hands were tugging at her skirt, and it puddled around her feet very quickly.
She grabbed the nearest T-shirt and peeled it up a ripped torso—Evan’s—before lowering her hand to his zipper. For a few minutes, six hands were everywhere on the three bodies, removing the last of their clothing, before Faris pulled a tube of lube and a string of condoms from one of the pockets in his cargo pants.
“See, those years I spent in the Boy Scouts weren’t wasted!” he joked.
“Good to know,” Tenealle replied, her breath catching in her throat as she assimilated the delicious picture the men presented. Their bodies were lit by the sunlight, dappled a little by the shade of a live oak. Faris’s hair shone golden in the afternoon light, and Evan’s was such a beautiful, rich, dark brown it reminded her of the most expensive—and delicious—chocolate. Damn, they’re hot. And they’re mine!
Faris sat on the side of the fountain, his legs spread wide, his cock standing straight up, ready for action. He rolled a condom down his shaft, then nodded to Evan.
“Come closer, and let Tenealle and me get you ready for this party.”
“Hell yeah. I do like being the ham in the sandwich.”
Evan straddled Faris’s thighs, facing away from him, bent forward so his butt was at the right height for Faris to lube his dark channel.
He drew Tenealle closer to him and rested his face on her breasts, holding her around the waist. “You’re so beautiful, our every dream come true. I love your breasts, always so soft and ripe. Your nipples are like berries just waiting for us to suck them into our mouths.” Evan suited the actions to the words, sucking a nipple deep into the hot cavern of his mouth, rolling his tongue around the nipple, teasing the areola, then using his tongue to press her nipple to the roof of his mouth.
Desire roared through Tenealle, from her nipples directly to her pussy, her belly clenching with need. She pressed her breasts into his face, grabbing hold of his shoulders to steady herself, as her legs were suddenly weak with the force of her pleasure.
As she pressed in
to him, she could feel Faris’s fingers in Evan’s ass, feel the swirling movements he was making, feel Evan’s cock pressed into her belly, twitching with his own need to come, and the dampness at his cock head that indicated just how very ready he was.
“Enough. I can’t wait. Any more of this double stimulation and the party will be over before it’s begun,” gasped Evan hoarsely after letting Tenealle’s nipple pop out of his mouth.
Faris dropped the lube onto the flagstones and pulled on Evan’s hips to turn him around. Tenealle watched closely as Evan sank down onto Faris’s cock. Observing that engorged shaft gradually slide into the welcoming channel was the hottest thing Tenealle had ever seen! She was so wet and ready for this. Her empty cunt was aching to be filled, her breasts in agony from Evan’s touch. All she wanted, needed, was a cock inside her right now.
When Faris had sunk inside Evan to the absolute hilt, Evan rolled a condom onto his cock. Tenealle stood on the fountain, then carefully stepped one leg over Evan and let him guide his cock into her pussy as she gradually squatted down, her back to Evan, her face to Faris. Finally she was sitting on Evan’s lap, with Evan on top of Faris.
She clung tightly to Faris’s neck. He had his arms around Evan’s hips, enclosing her between them, and Evan placed his arms around Faris, doubling their hold on her.
Jerkily at first, then moving more smoothly and in time with each other, Faris thrust up into Evan, and Evan into Tenealle. She just held on for the ride. Every pulse from both cocks was transferred into her body by their actions. Every movement, every twist was amplified through Evan, and into her. It was so intense, so powerful, so amazing, Tenealle could hardly get her mind around what they were doing. All she knew was that the biggest orgasm of her life was building and building inside her.
Using their feet—Faris’s on the flagstones, Evan’s on the fountain—and their thigh muscles, the men kept thrusting up, faster, harder, deeper. Soon they were absolutely pistoning into each other, and Tenealle dug her nails into Faris’s shoulders as the first ripples of her climax rolled through her pussy. Her orgasm exploded through her, crashing through every nerve ending, blasting out her arms and legs, curling her toes, almost blowing the top off her head.
She couldn’t hold back the scream that tore from her throat as her orgasm went on and on. Evan’s cock sent streams of hot cum burning through the latex in her pussy, the pulses simply intensifying her orgasm. Even as she cried out in release, she could feel Faris’s cock exploding in Evan’s ass. Their three bodies were so linked together, their sensations so attuned to each other.
The men thrust in and out a few more times, their cocks still pulsing with release, as the ripples in Tenealle’s belly gradually quieted down and her muscles unlocked. Finally the three sank into each other’s arms, their bodies coated with sweat, their muscles now loose and relaxed.
“Best. Orgasm. Ever,” whispered Tenealle.
“Absolutely.”
“Hell yeah. And we didn’t even fall into the fountain,” added Faris.
“Haven’t fallen in yet. We still have to untangle ourselves, but I don’t think I will be able to stand up for a while,” said Tenealle.
“No rush,” said Evan, snuggling into the other two, his arms still wrapped around them both. “I love the time we spend together like this. I love you both so much.”
“I love you both, too.” Tenealle twisted her neck to kiss first Evan, then Faris.
“Love you,” Faris murmured into her hair as he lightly punched Evan’s upper arm.
Tenealle lifted her head from Faris’s shoulder and looked at the fountain. For a moment she thought her vision was still blurry from the force of her orgasm. But then she realized the faint figure of Mary was almost within touching distance. Tenealle’s mouth sagged open, and her jaw dropped.
Mary just smiled and winked at Tenealle.
I guess that means she’s given us her blessing. Tenealle looked straight at the ghost and mouthed the words Thank you.
Mary nodded and disappeared.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Berengaria is a multi-published author of erotic romance: contemporary, paranormal (ghosts, vampires and werewolves) and Regency-set historical. She loves to read all different kinds of romance so that is what she writes: one man/one woman; two women; two men; two men/one woman; three men….Whatever the characters need for their very hot happily-ever-after, Berengaria makes sure they get it.
Also by Berengaria Brown
Ménage Amour: Forever Yours 1: Intensity
Ménage Amour: Forever Yours 2: Complexity
Ménage Amour: Forever Yours 3: Eternity
Ménage and More: Vivienne’s Vacation
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