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

by Donovan, Astrid Lee

  She considered this question as she retrieved a few more items from the rustic storefront which featured the wooden interior, the barrels and rocking chairs and the Old West inspired art that one would expect to find in such a place.

  After also picking up some fresh fruits, striped peppermint sticks and a frosted bottle of ice cold sarsaparilla (she wasn’t even sure what sarsaparilla was, but this just seemed like the type of thing that one should buy at a general store), she headed back to the deluxe resort villa that bore a closer likeness to a traditional log cabin.

  A basic but beautiful structure built from cedar logs that shone bright honey brown in the light of the sun, the single story cabin came complete with a sloping roof and a narrow front porch; along with two front windows adorned by a pair of red and white checked gingham print curtains.

  Unlocking and swinging open the heavy wooden door that fronted her rustic haven, she stepped into a living area that—much to her initial surprise—consisted of a single large room that somehow managed to contain all of her living accommodations.

  The center of the room boasted a comfy leather couch flanked by a pair of classically engraved rocking chairs and facing a wide stone cast fireplace.

  Before the fireplace was a hand embroidered Native American rug that—much like the gingham curtains covering the windows—shone in a bright contoured pattern of scarlet and ivory.

  A long wood paneled bar formed the right far wall of the log cabin; a bar that flanked a small kitchenette featuring a small table, an icebox and a cast iron wood burning stove.

  Yet it was to the left corner of her unique abode that she now retreated; finding a comfy double bed that sported a floral patchwork quilt and a pile of lace fringed throw pillows.

  After hanging two of her new dresses in the polished wooden bureau that marked a far corner of her sleeping area, she stripped off the T-shirt and jeans she’d worn that day and threw on the panty hose and lace trimmed slip she’d brought with her on the trip.

  Finally she slipped on the frock she’d chosen to wear to that evening’s bonfire; a full skirted, high collared gown of lovely mauve calico, embroidered with a print of small ivory flowers.

  Grabbing a firm hold of her whisper soft skirts and twirling in circles with a girlish giggle, she next retrieved her pearl pink cosmetics bag from her pile of unpacked luggage in the corner.

  Soon she stepped before the full-length mirror that blocked her view of her cabin’s lavatory, facing a woman she didn’t quite know.

  Her frazzled blonde hair gathered neat atop her fair skinned head. Judith’s face sported a touch of blush and just a hint of mascara; as well as a glossy sheen of pearl pink lipstick that supplied the perfect finishing touch to her new and—or so she believed—improved look.

  Finally she took leave of her cabin, taking off across the vast expanse of heather strewn greenery that denoted Happy Trails Ranch.

  She smiled as she caught the earthy aroma of a blazing, smoldering bonfire; her eyes widening as she caught sight of the source of this heavenly scent.

  Her vision was caressed by a tall blaze of fire that loomed scarlet across the velvety nightscape, burning high and glorious as a small throng of people admired its blazing majesty.

  Her beam faded somewhat as she joined this throng, a collection of tourists of all ages, genders, colors and backgrounds.

  Indeed, she mused, the only common link drawing these people together seemed to be that very sense of togetherness. No one else had arrived alone at the site of that evening’s bonfire, and many of her fellow and sister revelers seemed gathered in small but binding groups. As people huddled close to share food and conversation with their friends, family members and apparent romantic interests, no one stopped to greet her or even wave in her direction; let alone invite her to join their tightly knit social circle.

  “Perhaps I made just a slight mistake in coming here this evening,” she mused in silence, frowning as she saw one couple in particular making out like impassioned teen-agers. “Couldn’t those people show a shred or two of decency by acting a little less—I dunno—in love? Why make the rest of us feel bad?”

  Her spirits lifted moments later as she felt somebody watching her.

  “Correction,” she thought, biting her pearl pink lip as she shifted her eyes to identify the source of this mysterious gaze. “Two some bodies are watching me. And if I may say so, their level of hotness—both individual and combined—easily beats that of any other gent present. If not of any other man I’ve ever seen at any point and time throughout the entire course of my earthly existence.”

  “Miss Judith!”

  Greeting her in unison, the brothers Lawrence also graced her with matching white-toothed smiles, each taking her hand in his as they led her in the direction of their blazing bonfire.

  “You’re beautiful,” Brett praised her, himself resplendent in yet another skin tight pair of blue jeans and a jet black Stetson that stood high atop his golden blond head.

  “You just glow in that dress Ma’am,” Drake agreed, dipping his own tan Stetson in her direction as he leaned forward in his own pair of delightfully sculpted blue jeans.

  Judith grinned, waving away their praise with a gesture that just seemed to bellow, “What, THIS old thing?”

  “Oh thanks,” she told them, as her own admiring gaze grazed the whole of their impeccable forms, “As for you two, well you would glow in barley sacks.”

  Much to her consternation, the men before her opted to wear shirts for this particular occasion, yet these sleek button down denim toppers did nothing to conceal the bulge of their massive chest muscles; or for that matter the brawny arms that now escorted her to the edge of the bonfire. And as they walked she couldn’t help but notice the polished brown leather cowboy boots that graced their sturdy feet.

  She watched in utter delight as the brothers welcomed their guests in grand fashion; treating them to a campfire sing along in which both Drake and Brett sang and played the country western guitar.

  Taking requests from the crowd, the brothers howled with laughter when a smirking Judith requested “a down home twangy ditty from either Patsy Cline or Britney Spears—you know, whatever works.” They shocked her by delivering flawless renditions of both “Crazy” and “Slave 4 U”, both pinning her with flirtatious stares as they crooned the seductive lyrics of their requested encore.

  Next the brothers told a campfire story with a decidedly spooky bent, both assuring Judith in confidential tones that—in the event that their story should become all too frightening for her ladylike sensibilities—she would be free to grab hold of either or both of them at any time and hang on for dear life.

  Next they offered her a seat at the center of a plaid gingham picnic blanket that faced the heart of the fire, also handing her a plate of yummy treats charred to perfection; earthy edibles that included char grilled chicken, corn on the cob and—the piece de resistance, at least in her view—s’mores.

  “As per my husband’s requests, I haven’t sampled anything remotely chocolaty and devilish since the day of our wedding,” Judith admitted, even as she finished off her fifth delightful concoction of rich milk chocolate, billowing white marshmallows and crisp golden graham crackers. “I sure did miss my s’mores—not to mention the general concept of eating anything with any semblance of, what do they call it, flavor?”

  Brett guffawed outright.

  “Well I do believe that I speak for both my brother and myself when I say that we adore curvaceous women,” he assured her.

  Drake nodded.

  “Absolutely,” he agreed, adding as he leaned over to whisper in her ear, “And this weekend Miss, we would love for you to indulge yourself in any and all things sinful.”

  Brett nodded.

  “We want you to enjoy yourself, to lose yourself here,” he added in his own sultry whisper. “Just let go and do all of the things that were denied to you during your marriage. Just do what feels good Miss.”

  She
took in her breath as both of the brothers turned to face her with a single smooth flourish, both penetrating her with probing gazes and smooth sensual smiles.

  “And if there is absolutely anything we can do to make your stay here more—shall we say?—pleasurable,” Drake told her with a downright wicked smile. “Do let us know.”

  Judith took in her breath as both of her hosts closed in to press their soft warm lips across the surface of her flushed cheeks. She felt her heart pound, as suddenly their massive muscled bodies seemed to close in around her, their musky scents flooding her senses as the silky strands of their long, thick hair grazed her shoulders.

  Suddenly her entire body was suffused with a raw and most exhilarating feeling, an emotion she could identify only as desire.

  She and her husband had abstained from making love for the last year of their marriage.

  “Well at least to each other,” she mused, rolling her eyes heavenward. “I do believe he was spending some quality time with his secretary. And I made a special friend that was shiny, cylindrical and about six inches in length. His name was Oscar and all he had to say was ‘Whirrrrrrum’—that is when I turned him up to full power and installed fresh batteries. Always did favor the strong silent type.”

  Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined herself the subject of seduction for two young, gorgeous men, especially not the cowboys of fantasy who now wrapped their muscular arms around her broad shoulders and nestled their heads against hers.

  For a time she just sat with them in peaceable silence, casting her gaze upward to behold the crystalline star strewn sky that oversaw their gathering.

  A gathering that grew smaller by the moment, as the crowd around them began to disperse; with many smiling guests stopping to thank the brothers for a lovely welcome dinner as they headed back in the direction of their cabins.

  Although they acknowledged each expression of thanks as any true Southern gentleman would, with a tip of the hat and a sincere “Thank ya kindly,” the brothers kept their attention focused on the one special guest who so seemed to captivate them.

  Soon the brothers cradled her sturdy back with their arms, their strong hands shifting in massaging motions as they cradled and massaged her.

  Finally she found herself alone with Drake and Brett, clutching both their hands as they offered her their own special brand of Southern hospitality.

  “Now Miss, please be assured that we never would force ourselves onto a woman,” Brett assured her, squeezing her fingers for emphasis. “So if you are not comfortable with the idea of being with us tonight, or perhaps would like to think about it before we go any further, then say the word and we’ll see you safely back to your cabin.”

  “Absolutely,” Drake agreed immediately, emphasizing his words with a short sharp nod. “We are true Southern gentlemen Miss, and we have no desire to pressure you. It’s just that we’ve truly never found ourselves so strongly drawn to one of our visitors.” He paused here, shaking his head from side to side as he graced her with a beneficent beam. “Your warmth, your humor, your intelligence call out to us.”

  Brett snorted.

  “Call out to us?” he asked, as he inclined his head in Judith’s direction. “You not only call out to us, you make us as frisky as a couple of Texas bulls in heat!” he fell silent here, as he bowed his head low before her, “So sorry to be vulgar Ma’am. You get my meaning?”

  Judith thought a moment, and then nodded.

  “I do get your meaning,” she told him, with a salacious wink, “And personally I think it is high time I get a little vulgar. Or at the very least, have a little fun.” Her tone grew lower and more serious as she added, “All of my life I have talked and thought myself out of so many life adventures—things that I might really have enjoyed. Even when it came to my job and especially when it came to my marriage, I always went for the safer option—as opposed to the choice that might thrill or excite me. Well now Gentlemen, I am more than ready to be thrilled and excited—and personally I can’t think of two better people to share my greatest life adventure, to show me the time of my life.”

  With these words she opened her arms to her two handsome hosts, saying as she did, “If you do choose to walk me back to my cabin my dears, then please feel free to follow me inside and make mad passionate love to me in my bed. Alternately we can stay here and you can make mad passionate love to me under the stars.”

  She smiled as her abiding hosts met her request with a joyful whoop and a resounding cry of “Yee haw!” Then they swept her up between them in a strong mutual embrace, showering her smiling face with sweet baby kisses as they hugged her tight between them.

  “I promise you that you won’t regret this,” Drake whispered, angling behind her as he dug his hands deep into her broad shoulders and kissed the skin of her neck. “Allow my brother and me to show you Heaven—as well as the true meaning of the term Southern hospitality.”

  Taking this as a cue, his golden haired brother dropped to his knees before her and took her feet in his hands, freeing them from their confining sandals as he suckled her toes and rubbed the pads of her feet.

  Sighing outright beneath the effects of this delectable dual massage, Judith thrilled further as Brett kissed and licked his way up her long sturdy legs as he massaged her fully made hips; his brother surging down simultaneous to seize her lips in the most heated and passionate of kisses.

  As Drake melded her lips with his, Brett surged upward beneath her skirt to grasp the border of her white cotton undies and drag them down the length of her legs; leaving them in a cloudy mass beside her feet before returning to the site of her ultimate pleasure.

  Even as Drake’s full, moist lips plied into hers and their tongues entangled between them, Brett opened her nether lips with a resounding lick and graced her with the ultimate intimate kiss; his sumptuous full lips molding themselves on her heaving clit as he licked and suckled her.

  The heat of their bonfire raged wild before the trio, further warming their aroused bodies as they writhed and sighed beneath a blanket of golden moonlight. As her golden haired lover surged between her parted legs to shift his head back and forth, teasing the skin of her buxom thighs as he intensified the divine friction of his lips on her clit, her ebony haired paramour unbuttoned her sleek calico dress with slow and deliberate moves; reaching beneath her slip to massage her breasts and tease her sensitive nipples.

  The ever attentive Drake continued to kiss her neck and shoulders as his nimble fingers brought her nipples to rock hard points beneath his tender touch. Leaning into his touch, the enthralled Judith also thrust her hips forward to encourage his brother’s intimate attentions; losing herself in the thrall of an exquisite mutual pleasuring that threatened to drive her over the edge.

  Finally and with a last resounding lick Brett sent her hurdling across the boundaries of an incredible orgasm, her entire body exploding in the heat of pure, unfettered pleasure.

  The feeling was capped off with a kiss moments later, as Drake swooped down onto the blanket to again seize her lips in a full heated advance; this time also sweeping her up in two strong arms and pulling her closer than close. The song of sweet crickets and the crackle of the campfire accentuated their every movement as two became one.

  The couple collapsed in a passionate frenzy as her ardent dark haired lover peeled off her dress and the sweat lined slip that lay beneath it. She meanwhile stripped off his denim shirt and yanked away his sinful tight blue jeans to reveal the naked muscular form that had filled her dreams the night before; her hands roaming his hard massive chest and tickling the surface of his washboard abs as his long hard shaft rose to tease her soaking wet femininity.

  Even as the couple kissed and caressed, their arms and legs entangling between them on the whisper soft surface of their blanket, Brett stood tall and proud before their lady’s admiring eyes; slipping his own shirt off his bulging shoulders in a slow seductive move to reveal his own hard sculpted chest and defined washboard abs
. His jeans came off next, showing off a long hard cock that seemed to salute her presence.

  Even as Judith’s hungry gaze raked the height of his tall muscled form, her other lover was not to be outdone; slipping his agile hand between her legs and stroking her enflamed clit as he continued to kiss and cradle her.

  Soon Judith sank with an ecstatic sigh into Drake’s tight embrace, wrapping her arms around his muscled shoulders and kissing him senseless as his fingers continued to work her clit.

  Throwing her head back with a moan of ecstasy, the exalted woman trembled outright as her golden haired lover appeared at her back; his magical hands running like warm water down her back as his feather soft strands teased the nape of her neck.

  Turning her head in a single smooth flourish, Judith captured Brett’s lips in an impassioned kiss as she tasted for the first time their sweetness and softness. Her hand also wandered to stroke the breadth of his sculpted pecs and his taut sculpted abs—along with the length of the hard erect shaft that rose to tease the small of her back.

  She drew a gasp from deep in Brett’s throat as her fingers lingered on the base of his erect shaft, rubbing and massaging its succulent hardness as his lips caressed hers and his long wet tongue stroked the roof of her mouth.

  She gasped against his lips as an equally loving Drake gyrated his rock hard hips against hers and buried his head in her neck; kissing and licking her sensitive skin as the strands of his long, silken dark hair fell soft against her shoulders.

  Thrusting herself against him, a passionate Judith wrapped her legs around his waist to invite him fully and finally inward; at the same time reveling in the kiss of an ardent Brett, who also lowered his sturdy hands to massage her back and shoulders.

  The two continued to kiss as—laying a light nibble on Judith’s tender neck as his hair whipped her breasts—Drake surged his long hard cock to the depths of her soaking wet pussy; penetrating her with a single smooth flourish as her free hand clutched and clawed his sturdy planed back.