Two Bad Bosses_An MFM Menage Romance

by Sierra Sparks

  “Oh goodness,” she giggles. “Can’t have your cum go to waste.”

  She leans down over me again and licks the head of my dick. My body tenses at the cool wetness of her tongue. She licks up all the precum, and then up and down my rock-hard shaft. When her lips wrap around me I fall back on the bed, no longer able to hold myself up. I look over and see Whit. He’s taken out his penis and he’s stroking himself, watching Chloe suck my dick. Something about being watched creates more tension in me and I feel my balls get heavy. My breathing picks up as my lower belly warms. My hips buck and I thrust my dick down Chloe’s throat. She opens her throat and lets my dick slip down all the way to my balls. She sucks harder at my base.

  “Oh god, Chloe,” I moan, lost to sensations. “Oh god, I love your blow jobs.”

  “Mmmmm,” she hums in reply around my cock, sending vibrations down my full length.

  Her head bobs up and down faster and faster. I wrap my fingers in her hair, pulling her face down on my shaft harder. She sucks as heard as she can, and the pressure is incredible. My hips buck one last time and I spill my load deep into her throat. She sucks every drop out of my tender penis, as my body convulses. Finally, I let go of her hair and drop back onto the bed, satisfied.

  Chloe picks her head up; my dick falling from my mouth and kisses her way up to my face. She slips her tongue into my mouth, swirling my taste on my tongue. I grab the back of her head again, pushing her into me so I can suck my taste off her tongue. When we break apart, both of us are breathing heavily.

  She turns towards Whit and crawls over to him. She straddles his lap, running her hands through his short hair. He closes his eyes as she massages his scalp. Then, her hands go down his body, her butt scooting back so she can have access to his boxers. She goes through the same process she did with me, pulling the boxers down and freeing his erection. She spits on his rock-hard dick and pumps him a few times. Whit’s eyes flash open and he watches her hungrily. She wraps her mouth around the head of his cock and slowly sucks down the length of his shaft. She bobs her head up and down, taking him all the way down to the hilt each time. Whit pushes the hair from her face. Watching Chloe do to him what she just did to me turns me on even more and I feel my erection starting to return.

  Chloe increases her pace, her heading bobbing faster and faster. Whit grunts. His face goes hard and serious. He is almost grinding his teeth. He reaches his breaking point and grabs Chloe’s face. He pumps hard down her throat a few times, releasing his load just like I did.

  Chloe sucks up all Whit’s juices. She straddles him, the two of them kissing aggressively, holding on to each other. They turn towards me, breaking their kiss, but keeping cheek to cheek. I’m being invited to join in and I move towards them. Chloe holds out her hand and I take it, our fingers interlocking. She brings our joined hands to her mouth and kissing the back of mine. She leans over and kisses me deeply. I suck her tongue for a minute and then she pulls back.

  “I want you to fuck me from behind,” she whispers in my ear.

  “You’ve got it, Baby,” I tell her back and kiss her on the cheek.

  I move off the bed while she positions herself. She gets on all fours and Whit is sitting by her head, his legs stretched out under her. I approach the edge of the bed, placing my hands on the hem of her panties, pulling them down her legs, and exposing her perfect ass. I caress her butt cheeks and then giver her quick slap. She cries out, arching her back. I do one more because I love the sound she makes.

  “I love when you spank me,” Chloe admits, almost panting.

  I slap her ass one more time and then I immediately rub my finger along her slit. Her pussy is soaking wet, ready for me to be inside her. I tease her a little, running my finger up and down her folds, distributing her wetness all over her lower lips. She moans and bucks her hips back at me.

  “Fuck me,” she begs. “I’m so ready. Please fuck me.”

  I position myself and swiftly enter her pushing her forward. Whit is holding on to her shoulders, keeping Chloe from going too far forward. I grip her hips, anchoring myself and upping my speed. I pound and pound into her, slapping my balls against her clit. She cries out each time I drive in, the air in the room growing think. Chloe and Whit kiss and Whit is jacking himself off under her. I take one of my hands from her hip, lick my fingers and move it under her table-topped body. I press my fingers into her clit, rubbing it back and forth quickly. Chloe grabs and hand and stops my fingers.

  “Not yet,” she pants. “I want Whit in my mouth. I want us all to come together.”

  I slow my thrusting, so Whit can reposition himself underneath Chloe. He pulls up further on the bed, until his cock is below her mouth. He is super hard again, looking like he is ready to burst. Chloe spits on the head of his dick and slides her mouth down his shaft. I thrust into her pussy hard and push her mouth down to his ball.

  “Oh God!” Whit groans, grabbing the comforter below him.

  I continue thrusting into Chloe’s hot, wet pussy. Seeing how my movements make her deep throat Whit is really turning me on. When I pull back she follows, her mouth moving up to the tip of Whit’s dick. The when I pound her, she is thrust forward, slurping Whit’s cock down to the hilt. Whit’s face is hard again. I can tell he is having a hard time not cuming. I push Chloe harder onto him, but this time he thrusts his hips back, pushing Chloe’s face and the rest of her body into me, hard.

  “Fuck!” I groan.

  I know I can’t hold out much longer and I can tell by Whit’s face that he is close as well. I reach around Chloe’s body and start rubbing her clit again. I rub her urgently. She gasps around Whit’s cock, and her body starts to tremble. Her walls quiver around my shaft as she starts to orgasm. I spill into her and I dig my nails in her flesh. All the tension that has built up is released. I hear Whit’s breathing picking up and he also comes, grunting with pleasure and spilling his seed down Chloe’s throat. She sucks up every drop of Whit’s cum and then gives him a lazy kiss. She almost collapses into the bed, but Whit catches her, resting her head on his shoulder.

  I slip myself out of her pussy and go to the bathroom to get a cool towel to wipe the sweat off her body. When I go back to my bedroom, Chloe is lying on the bed, trying to stay awake. I wipe her down, making sure to get all the sweat off, but then she fully opens her eyes and sits up.

  “I need to go to the bathroom and clean myself up,” she says. Whit is sitting next to her, stroking her hair.

  “Okay. The bathroom is just past that door.” I point to where I just came out of and Chloe gets off the bed. She’s about to go into the bathroom when she turns around.

  “Can I borrow something to wear?” she asks.

  I go to my drawer and take out a t-shirt and a pair of boxers. I hand them to her and she disappears into the bathroom.

  While Chloe is in the bathroom, the two of us find our boxes, pull them on and then lay on the bed, waiting for her.

  “That was amazing.” I let out a satisfied sigh, remembering just moments ago when I was buried in her. I might get hard just thinking about it. My dick has never been so responsive with one women. I could probably go another round if I really wanted to.

  “More than amazing,” Whit responds.

  This sharing idea is really working out. The two of us work so well together in every other aspect of our life, so why not here, too? It just makes sense. This is infinitely better than trying to win her from Whit and it is way less detrimental to our friendship.

  Chloe comes out of the bathroom, her hair tied on top of her head in a high bun. She’s wearing the cloths I gave, looking as sexy as ever, but also exhausted as fuck. Whit moves over, leaving some room for her to climb into the bed next to us. She slips in under the covers, immediately falling asleep. No attempt at a conversation or even a good night. She must be way more tired than I thought. I guess it makes sense since she’s had like five orgasms today. Whit and I watch her fall asleep. She’s out so quickly, it’s amazing.

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bsp; “Damn, we must have done a good job,” Whit comments. I agree with him while watching Chloe’s serene face in a deep sleep. She looks so calm.

  “Don’t get cocky, man,” I remind Whit. But I’ll admit to myself we did a fucking great job.

  It’s only our first day with her, like this, but I’m ready to spend so many more with her. There’s an obvious countdown on the three of us, the deadline coinciding with when Jack gets back from his cruise. None of us have mentioned the inevitable end, but we’re all well aware of it. One of the things that binds us all is how much we don’t want to upset Chloe’s dad and our relationship – the way that it is – would for sure upset him.

  But there’s also that glimmer of hope that we could overcome that hurdle. Would we all be able to keep this up? I’ve had plenty of threesomes – I’ve even done full-blown orgies – but I’ve never had a three-person relationship structured like this one. The way we’re already communicating and reading one another has me convinced we could maybe go the distance. Maybe this could be forever.

  Whit seems to be deeply contemplating something, his face intent and his gaze distant, so I ask him about it. “What are you thinking about Whit?”

  He looks at me, his face saying that he’s deciding whether or not to tell me what’s going on in his mind. In the end, he goes for it and asks, “How long do you think something like this could last? How long do you think we’ll last?”

  I’ve been thinking about what I’d like to happen, but there’s a reality I need to think about. An answer grounded in reality seems very sad. That glimmer of hope is like a single pixel far off in the distance. But I don’t think any of us wants to hear those melancholies. On the other hand, I’m not in a space to just lie to Whit. I’m not going to tell him that we will last forever. I’m not even ready to say that I want this to last forever. I’m scared if I put that out in the universe, life will play a cruel trick on me and take it all away. So, I give a careless answer. One that has no commitment.

  “I don’t know. What happens, happens, I guess.”

  Whit is obviously dissatisfied with my answer, but he takes it. I don’t know what else to offer, so the two of us sit in silence until falling asleep. I’m not sure when this will come up again, but hopefully next time I’ll be able to say what I really want to.

  Chapter Fourteen:

  Whit

  When I wake up in the morning, Chloe is already out of bed and out of the bedroom. It’s a bit discombobulating waking up in Zane’s bed and it took me a couple seconds to remember where I was. Remembering where I am also brings back memories of last night – which was amazing by the way. Jesus Christ, Chloe is a little firecracker. I didn’t expect the three of us to click so quickly, but we did. That just tells me that we’re all meant to have this relationship.

  Zane is still sleeping, and I try my best to get out of the sheets quietly, but the minute I step off the bed, I wake him up. He has a quick start, sitting up suddenly. He rubs his eyes.

  “What’s going on?” he asks me, yawning.

  I don’t say anything, giving him the needed minutes to get back into an awake head space. He blinks and rubs his eyes again.

  “Where’s Chloe?” he asks.

  I shrug. “Bathroom, maybe?”

  We both get off the bed and move around the bedroom to get dressed.

  “Need a clean shirt?” Zane offers, yawning again.

  I nod. He hands me one of his plain white t-shirts and I pull it over my head. I amble over to check the bathroom, but it was conspicuously empty. Zane pulls on a t-shirt himself and then joins me in the bathroom. I get one of Zane’s spare toothbrushes and the two of us brush our teeth. It looks a little domestic, but that’s about all I can say of it. Zane and I are relaxed friends.

  The two of us stumble out of the bedroom, in our boxers and t-shirts – once again a little domestic. I hear some noises in the kitchen and so we go that way. We find Chloe rapidly opening and closing the cabinets. We watch her until she seems to give up, no longer opening anything. That’s when she notices the two of us standing in the kitchen doorway.

  “Good morning.,” she says, making an awkward face, maybe embarrassed being caught raiding the kitchen. It’s understandable. I’m pretty hungry myself. But something else seems to be bothering her.

  “Is something wrong?” I ask.

  She softly bounces from foot to foot and says, “I wanted to make you guys breakfast, but Zane’s kitchen is greatly understocked.” She crosses her arms like she’s really upset, and I don’t want to laugh, but she looks so cute. I turn to Zane.

  “Zane! How could you? One should always be prepared for guests,” I lecture him, playing along with Chloe’s mild anger.

  He rolls his eyes at me, not coming off as too concerned. He must already have plans for the day that he hasn’t shared yet. I wait for him to enlighten us.

  “I wasn’t expecting company, so I have done like no shopping, but, there is this amazing farmer’s market not too far away and I was thinking that we could do some shopping and then have a picnic.” He so proud of his little idea, I can just tell from the presentation. His face is expectant, an unwavering smile plastered on. He’s nervous we’re not going to like his day plans, and, on the inside, I am laughing. Zane doesn’t always like to admit, but he needs validation every now and then. The weirdest part is that it pops up at the strangest times. Like now, he needs Chloe and me to thumbs up his date idea. Chloe doesn’t make him wait long, though. She enthusiastically jumps on his plans.

  “I love it! I haven’t gone on a picnic in so long. We should all get dressed and head out immediately.” She is so determined to get us out the door, she pushes Zane and I back towards the bedroom. She’s not very strong - so she doesn't even get either of us to move more than an inch. Zane and I look down at her expectantly, both of us raising our eyebrows. She changes tactics and playfully swats our behinds.

  "Get your sexy butts in motions, boys!” Chloe giggles.

  And then she runs past us back to the bedroom without looking back. Zane looks at me and then I shrug, pushing myself into high gear. My friend isn't too far behind. When we walk inside the bedroom, Chloe is standing in the approximate middle. She looks deep in thought.

  "What are you doing?” Zane asks.

  Chloe jumps and looks at us. Her hand on her heart, she glares at us before replying,

  “I’m figuring out what to wear. I don’t want to put on the clothes I wore to work, yesterday, and I can’t go out like this.” She motions along her body. She’s still in the oversized tee and boxers Zane gave her. Her work clothes – as well as Zane’s and mine – are strewn all over the floor.

  “There is a boutique just a few blocks down. Let me run out and pick you up something!” Zane suggests excitedly. He throws on a pair of shorts and is out the door within seconds.

  Chloe looks at me a bit shocked. I shrug, but internally I am laughing. Zane must really be excited by the idea of going to the farmer’s market.

  “Ok…I guess I will take a quick shower,” Chloe tells me while she ambles into the bathroom.

  ***

  Zane drives us to the farmer’s market and it’s insanely busy. I typically do my shopping in a regular grocery store, so this is a new experience for me. It looks like a hubbub of activity and I’m mentally preparing myself to enter this foray of people. We haven’t decided on what we’re going to eat, so once we’re parked, we come up with a game plan.

  “Okay. We should obviously get pre-made food because we’re going straight from here to the picnic, right?” Zane and I nod, so Chloe continues, “I just want something sweet right now. Actually, I want a lot of sweet things. Like Danishes or muffins or cupcakes. Let’s treat ourselves and have a gluttonous breakfast. Let’s get a sugar rush.” The more and more she gets into the idea, the more Chloe gets excited. This feels like something I would have done in my college days – just sweets for breakfast. I mean, I guess why not? Zane and I rarely have fun like this. Our
lives could use some shaking up and it would look like Chloe is the one to get it all started.

  “Yeah, okay. Let’s do this!” Zane throws a fist into the air, obviously caught up in Chloe’s excitement. I stare at him and slowly raise one eyebrow. He drops his hand slowly, his face coloring with embarrassment. Chloe giggles and kisses him on the cheek.

  “Let’s split up,” she suggests. “We can shop quicker that way.”

  We all get out of the car and the three of us go to different areas of the market. I scope out my corner and see a station selling cotton candy. My gears in my mind start whirring and I really consider getting all of us literal spun sugar. I stop thinking about it and go for it. I get rainbow colored bundles, one for each of us and get them placed in bags to keep the cotton candy safe. I look for what else can complete out confectionary breakfast. The next booth I find has Rice Krispies with M&Ms. I don’t think about this purchase either and get six. I think that’s enough sweet stuff, I think. And then I see candy apples and there is no way for me pass those up. I haven’t had a candy apple in forever. It’s probably been since before I went to college.

  I make my last purchase and go back to the car. I’m already getting a rush, thinking about eating all this food. Zane is already waiting by the car, leaning against the door. Chloe isn’t anywhere in sight, so I put my haul in the back seat and stand outside with my friend.

  “Find anything good?” I got a small peek into Zane’s bag and I think I saw some cupcakes. This feels like a hunt for whatever will please Chloe – but I’m not mad about it. She’s already made us feel so many things – things I haven’t really fully felt in a while. I’m even considering my future outside of Bingham Law Offices. That’s a major first. Whenever Zane and I talked about our futures, it’s always what we’ll be doing with the firm, but not really our ‘social’ lives.