ROMANCE: THREESOME : Billionaire Brothers' Party (MFM Menage Romance) (New Adult Contemporary Threesome Short Stories)

by Donovan, Astrid Lee

  “So, I assume Emma has already told you why we’re here?” she asked Benjamin while he sipped his coffee. He swallowed his mouthful and nodded to confirm he understood. “Rogan and I have done this sort of thing before, but I know the last time was your first time, so I know this would be your first foursome. I wanted you guys to know that I respect your privacy and your choice in not wanting to do this with the same couple twice, but I promise you there are no feelings involved.” Samantha ended her speech with a sip of her coffee and Emma tried to figure out how to respond.

  Finally, Benjamin spoke up for the both of them and she felt relieved the attention was on him. “Just so you know, I’m not into man on man action,” he smiled and Rogan nodded gravely.

  “I completely understand,” they bumped fists and Emma wanted to roll her eyes because her husband never did things such as that.

  “So it’s settled? We’re doing this?” Emma asked as she looked around at the three of them. Benjamin was looking at her imploringly and she knew he was inwardly hoping she wanted to do it as much as he did. She thought he didn’t understand just how much of an animal he’d created with the wife swapping. Now they were going to skip having a threesome and go right to a foursome.

  “Just name the time and place and we’ll be there,” Samantha said with glee in her voice. It was obvious she couldn’t wait to get a chance to have Emma naked, and Emma found she didn’t mind the concept. They set up a meeting time and decided to meet at the same hotel they’d used before. This time, though, there would only be one room.

  They finished their coffee and ate the rest of their desert as they talked about other, trivial subjects such as the news and the upcoming presidential race. After their guests had left, Benjamin led Emma up the stairs to their second story bedroom and down the hallway. “What are you doing?” she asked him playfully as she ran her thumb around in circles on the back of his hand.

  “It’s my turn tonight,” he replied with a mischievous grin. Emma felt her knees weaken and her inner thighs grew warm with the heat of want at just those four words.

  Chapter Three

  His hands splayed across her flat abdomen as his breath tickled her swollen, waiting clit. Then his fingernails dug in gently and created a dent in her perfectly smooth flesh while his tongue shot out and tasted her sensitive lips. Emma moaned and tried to thrust her hips upward, but Benjamin’s hands kept her from moving. He was in control, and she grew wetter thinking about what he might do to her.

  “Do you remember the safe word?” he asked as he breathed on her clit again.

  “Red,” she whispered as she thought about how close he was to bringing her to climax when he’d barely touched her.

  “Good,” her husband whispered back as he dipped closer to her pussy. He let her feel his breath on her nub a few more seconds before his hands moved to her hips and gripped them hard enough to cause a sharp jolt. Emma whimpered, but not from pain.

  She was blindfolded with her wrists bound. She tested the restraints tied to their bedpost and the flesh of her nipples tingled as she imagined her husband about to tweak them, or maybe he was going to lick her first. Suddenly, the breaths between her legs halted and she felt him leave the bed. Her mouth opened with her panting as she wondered what he might do to her.

  “You’re so fucking hot,” she heard him moan to her left. Then something cold pressed against her left nipple.

  “Wha-” Emma didn’t have time to ask when the cold metal clamped down on her hard nipple. Benjamin’s finger found her clit before she could gasp at the sudden pressure and began to circle slowly. She felt his other fingers run along her right nipple, turning it into a peak, too.

  She didn’t care how loud her breathing had become as she felt him put two of his fingers in her pussy and his thumb circled around her clit. “Do you like it when I finger you like Rogan did?” he asked her in a husky voice.

  “Yes,” she breathed as he found a small, hard spot inside of her that would make her orgasm. Emma wanted him to put his pinky near her anus, but he had instructed her that it was not her night to give instructions.

  Instead, she tilted her hips up so that she felt his digit brushing against her anus and tried to will him inside of her. “I know what you want,” he whispered as his pinky pushed into her a few centimeters. “But tonight, I think we’re going to try something new.”

  Emma swallowed with anticipation and hoped he would stick his cock in her mouth. She’d been thinking about sucking on it since she’d seen his hard-on during dinner. Remembering the way she’d slid her hand over it a few times just to tantalize him, she wondered if he was going to do the same to her.

  Something soft tickled her collarbone and her nipples grew harder in their clamps. Then the soft material he was using tickled down her abdomen and she could feel it swirling over her thighs. Emma wanted to giggle, but something wet and rough began from her right knee and trailed up to her inner thigh. She knew it was his tongue before she felt his breath on her clit again, and then he was kissing her throbbing nub with exact precision. Each brush of his lips against the sensitive flesh brought her closer and closer to orgasm. Just as she was about to explode, he reached up and flicked one of the clamps, causing her a sharp, intense pain that soon vanished as she cried out his name.

  Emma tried to thrust her hips up, but his hands kept her immobilized and the restraints tugged against her wrists as she fought against them. “No, I can’t-” she gasped when she felt one finger circling her pussy to make it wet. Benjamin didn’t respond because she hadn’t said the safe word, and something kept her from doing it.

  Her orgasm was still creating aftershocks when one of her husband’s fingers dove into her anus and two more found their way into her pussy. Emma felt his breath on her clit just before his tongue darted out to lap at it eagerly. His free hand held her hip roughly and kept her from bucking on the bed too much, and with most of her erogenous zones being tormented, Emma cried out with a second, explosive orgasm that left her breathless and feeling wrung out.

  Gently, Benjamin removed the nipple clamps and settled himself between her legs. She was so tight he had to push in one slow, agonizing inch at a time until he was hilt deep. Then he waited a few seconds for her body to adjust before he made love to her slowly, brushing his lips over her sensitized nipples occasionally just to feel her pussy clench.

  “Benjamin,” she whispered as his hip thrusts increased and she felt his cock pulsing.

  “I want you to cum with me,” he said huskily in her ear. Emma had no problem obliging when his hands gripped her shoulders and his hips collided with hers repeatedly. She felt satisfaction in knowing he called out her name while he came and she’d cried out his.

  He cleaned himself up and came back to the bed to undo her blindfold and her wrist restraints. There were red marks where she’d pulled, but the throb between her legs was enough to make up for the ones on her wrists. Emma rolled over onto her stomach and felt Benjamin’s hands on her lower back. They trailed up her spine and ended at her shoulders where he massaged her until she fell asleep.

  The last thing she remembered whispering was, “I love you.”

  Chapter Four

  “Emma,” the feminine voice called out and stopped her in her tracks.

  It can’t be, she thought while she turned in her tracks and smiled at the last person she wanted to see considering what she and Benjamin were going to do that weekend. It was Thursday, and the woman jogging toward her from the grocery store entrance had an old saying that went a little like, company was like fish, they lasted three days before they went bad.

  That meant her mother would want to stick around for at least four, which would mean that the weekend was shot. Benjamin didn’t dare raise his eyebrows at Emma when Hannah Press was in town. The woman was like a puritan when it came to sex and she’d never let her daughter live it down if she caught her going out to a hotel room to have sex with two strangers and her husband.

  “Mother,”
Emma plopped her grocery bag into the trunk of her sedan and turned around to open her arms wide. They kissed cheeks and hugged tightly before her mother finally allowed Emma to breathe. “What a surprise! Where’s Dad?” Emma had to know if he was in town too, as the thought of him discovering her alternative lifestyle made her even more nervous.

  “He’s back in the city where I left him,” her mother picked invisible lint off her shoulder and looked elsewhere. “The party pooper had a meeting with some big shots about investment capital and I decided I’d rent myself a car and come down to see my old stomping grounds and my daughter. I was just picking up some party favors when I spotted you.”

  Emma knew exactly what the party favors were. Her mother loved to have a glass of wine with dinner, and a glass afterwards, too. The woman refused to drink at home, but when she was out of town, she’d indulge in a drink here and there. Somehow, she always ended up bringing red wine to dinner and spilling a few drops on Emma’s white linen.

  Well, I won’t use the white linen since it’s not a holiday, Emma thought brazenly. “That’s sweet, Mom. Benjamin’s going to be working late, but I’ll be around, of course.” Way to sound suspicious, Emma thought.

  “Well, where else would you be?” Her mother smiled at her warmly and she almost answered before she realized the question was a joke. Emma chuckled nervously as she waved her hand in the air and proceeded to root around her purse for her keys.

  “I don’t know, Disneyland maybe,” she shrugged a shoulder and kept talking. “So do you want to swing by at, say, six thirty? Benjamin should be home by then.” He’d be dog tired from work, too and not in any mood to deal with her mother, but Emma knew he’d make a valiant effort.

  “Good, I’ll swing by around six thirty and be out of your hair by noon tomorrow. I left your father a note and reminded him of your phone number. The man is only in his fifties and he acts like he has Alzheimer’s already.” They had hugged briefly before her mother retreated into the liquor store across the street from the grocery store and Emma slid in behind the wheel of her car.

  Her heart was pounding in her chest as she thought about how lucky she was her mother only decided to show up for the day rather than three or four, like usual. She could only pray her mother wouldn’t change her mind and decide to stay longer. The drive home was filled with dread and doubt as she pulled into the driveway. It would be such a shame she had to cancel the meeting with Samantha and Rogan.

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  The timer on the stove’s display informed her it was time to take the rolls out of the oven. Emma pulled them out with oven mitts and slammed the baking sheet on the stovetop while she looked around for a clean spatula to use to scrape them off. Her husband had called to tell her he was going to be half an hour late and she had told him her mother was coming over for dinner. Emma was trying to forget the silence on the other end of the line as she imagined her husband getting up to close his office door.

  “What do you mean, your mother?” he’d asked lightly. Emma knew that when he sounded calm, he was really more stressed out than a pheasant facing down the firing squad.

  “I ran into my mother today and she wanted to come over for dinner. Dad’s staying in the city because he had a meeting, but she said she got bored and now we’re hosting a dinner party for three,” Emma had tried to explain in an equally calm manner. Then she’d added what she’d been thinking for the past hour and a half while she waited for him to get home. “At least, I hope she’s only staying until noon tomorrow.”

  Emma had wanted to have an exciting weekend, but entertaining her mother had been the furthest thing from her mind. How were they going to get rid of her in time to meet up with Samantha and Rogan?

  “I guess we’re going to have to cancel our plans for the weekend” Benjamin sighed into the phone and Emma felt his exasperation. If it had been any other weekend, then they would have been a little more receptive toward her mother. Yet Hannah always had a way of showing up when it was the most inconvenient.

  “I guess we do. Do you want to call or me?” Emma hoped her husband would do the dirty work. He’d agreed, and she’d gotten to work on dinner solemnly.

  After talking to her mother, she’d driven to another, smaller grocery store and picked up the ingredients for lasagna. For some reason, the meal always pleased her mother. It wasn’t that she didn’t love the woman dearly, but Hannah Press could not have chosen a more inopportune time.

  Chapter Five

  He didn’t want to be the bad guy, but it was better to break the news to their partners for the weekend sooner rather than later. Benjamin made sure his office door was locked and sat down at his desk as he flipped through his phone’s contacts. Samantha and Rogan were listed under work contacts to be safe as he didn’t want someone to get ahold of his phone and ask who they were. He knew he’d never have a better excuse than work contacts.

  Benjamin tapped the call button and held his breath, but he needn’t have worried. Samantha’s voicemail came on and he hung up. He knew the two had a kid and he didn’t want their child to figure out what they were doing on the weekends. “Shit,” he mumbled as he leaned back in his chair. He’d have to try later, tomorrow, when Hannah was back out of town.

  If she was out of town.

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  “It’s such a shame that Benjamin has to work late tonight, don’t you think? Oh well, that gives us more girl time,” Hannah stated as she sat down at the kitchen table with a glass of wine in her hand and a smile on her face. Emma plastered one on her face as she pulled the lasagna from the oven and set it on the stovetop to cool. She’d just gotten off the phone with her husband when her mother had rung the doorbell not five minutes later.

  “Sure, do you want me to get you a glass of water, too?” Emma knew her mother would have a headache the next morning if she didn’t rehydrate, but Hannah was not in the mood to water down the wine in her stomach. She was bound and determined to have a good time.

  “No, darling, I’d rather just sip on this.” She emphasized her point by taking another sip of the wine. Emma tried to counterbalance the alcohol by placing a glass of water in front of her mother anyway, and then put a roll on a plate and proceeded to dish out the salad. “So tell me, what have Ben and you been up to?”

  She’s getting tipsy already, Emma thought as she shook her head with a small smile. Her weekend plans were most likely ruined, but she’d still have a good time.

  “The usual, Mom, we’re working. Life’s been kind of boring lately.” Emma wanted to keep her mother off the scent of anything suspicious right away. She knew Benjamin would not be able to keep a straight face or meet her mother’s gaze because he was more adverse to little white lies, but Emma saw their sex life as their personal business. Her mother did not need to know a thing about what happened between Benjamin and Emma, and others.

  “Your sex life is going well? I want grandchildren before I’m seventy, sweetheart.” Hannah picked up her glass as she spoke.

  At the mention of her sex life, Emma rolled her eyes out of her mother’s sight and sliced the lasagna. The cheese was still hot and stuck to the knife and she secretly hoped she wouldn’t hear her mother cluck her tongue. The woman was always hard to please when it came to behavior in the kitchen.

  “I don’t think that’s a very good dinner subject. Benjamin and I are doing such fine, thank you very much.” Emma had everything dished out when she heard the door open and close. She wanted to breathe a sigh of relief that her husband was home, but Hannah seemed determined to put in her two cents about married couples keeping things in the bedroom fresh.

  “It’s a perfectly fine subject between a mother and her daughter. Don’t be such a prude! Now, if he’s having problems in the bedroom, you could try massage. It’s very relaxing and an all-natural way of helping a man get his motor running,” Hannah said as she smirked at her daughter’s rosy cheeks. She’d always enjoyed getting the girl riled when it came to personal matters because it brought ex
citement into both their lives. Besides, she really was concerned about being a grandmother at the appropriate age. She didn’t want to be too old.

  “Hannah, it’s good to see you,” Benjamin had hung up his coat on the rack in the hall and left his shoes on. Thankfully, it wasn’t a rainy or snowy day and his shoes were clean. Otherwise, Emma would have chastised him.

  “It’s good to see you, too. Come, sit and have a glass of wine with me while Emma finishes setting up.” Hannah beckoned for him to sit down at the table and he obliged willingly. Emma poured him a glass of wine because she knew he’d need it after a hard day at work and having to deal with her intrusive mother.

  “So tell me, when am I getting grandchildren?” Hannah reiterated her earlier concern to her son in law and Benjamin’s lips curved up into a smile. Emma thought she’d underestimated him as she finally sat down to eat dinner with her family.

  After dinner, they cleaned up together and Hannah retreated to the guest room like usual. Emma finished putting the clean dishes away and turned around to see Benjamin checking his cellphone. “Trouble?” she asked hesitantly.

  “Samantha didn’t get back to me and I don’t want to call this late. I didn’t want to leave a message because I didn’t want their kid to find it later, or anyone else for that matter.” Benjamin put his phone into his pocket with a sigh and crossed his arms over his chest. “Maybe we should just go through with it and hope your Mom is gone by Saturday?” he asked his wife.

  Emma didn’t want to miss the opportunity, and she was hopeful her mother had enough water to keep her from experiencing a terrible hangover. Hopefully, she’d be gone by noon the next day.