by Ashlee Price
“Yes you do.” He was standing close. Close enough that she could see his nakedness beneath the water if she but looked down. His one finger hooked around her bra strap, pulled it, and let it go, allowing the offending scrap of material to snap back against her shoulder.
“Well, I can’t swim stark naked!”
Abe frowned as if genuinely puzzled. “Why on earth not?”
“It’s not decent!”
Abe’s head snapped back as he let out a bellow of laughter. When he sobered up slightly, he looked at her steadily, his blue eyes piercing.
“According to whom? Your mother? Society? Friends? Don’t you make your own rules, darlin’, live your own life? Who cares what others think or say? You have one life. Live it on your own terms, not on someone else’s! If you break no laws, what could anyone possibly have to say about anything you do?”
“It doesn’t work like that!”
Abe grabbed her hands and pulled her in deeper. “Life is like this pool in the river. The water is the people and their perceptions. You are the individual. Life and the people in it, keep on moving, every one living their own life in their own little world that they have planned for themselves. Do you honestly think they give a shit about what someone else’s idea of propriety is? They don’t. So what you do, honestly, is of no concern to anyone else.”
Before Stacey had a chance to respond, Abe dunker her. As she came up, spluttering once again and gasping for air, he grabbed around the waist and kissed her. It came so suddenly, she had no time to compose herself, and found herself responding. Their bodies were flush against each other, and even though the water was cold, she felt him against her; hard and insistent.
Thoughts of Reese suddenly flushed her mind, insistently, and she pulled away from Abe, gasping.
“No, Abe, no!”
“Why not, Stacey. You want me. I can see it in your eyes, feel it in your body’s reaction to me. I know you want me! And damn! Your body is all woman! Soft, curvy, it’s delicious!”
“I’m married to Reese!”
“Do you love him?”
“Yes, of course I do! “
“Do you want me?”
“I can’t answer that.” Stacey kept her eyes averted, wishing the situation could somehow miraculously pass.
“Look at me!”
When Stacey shook her head, Abe turned her face to his.
“Open your eyes, and listen to me.”
Stacey did as she was told and stared into his sky-blue eyes. “Reese knows, Stacey. He knows how I feel, and he knows you are attracted to me, and he went away with the express purpose of allowing this to happen. Don’t you get it? It’s not a problem!”
“But I… he… that is…”
“Have you never thought about having two men love you, Stacey?
Have two men making love to you? It’s what Reese wants. It’s what I want. A family of three. One woman between us that we can love and cherish. Do you feel nothing? Because I sure as hell have been tiptoeing around you the last few days, and I know, hell, I can feel, that you are not unaffected! Tell me I am wrong!”
Stacey had no words, yet her eyes betrayed her. Abe grabbed against him roughly and kissed her again, this time more insistently, and she felt her resolve waver. He tasted so good! She wanted him so badly, since the first moment she had seen him, she realized. Her body betrayed her even more than her lips, molding against him.
Inwardly, Abe smiled. He, not they, were going to get what they wanted, and they wanted Stacey.
Abruptly, he pulled away, hoisted her up, and carried her out of the water, laying her down on the soft grass that grew at the side of the stream. “Let me make love to you, Stacey. I want you. Badly. Open yourself to me, let me have you, let me show you how much I want you!”
The urgency in his words was her undoing, and she lifted her arms to him, urging him closer. Abe needed no further invitation, she seemed to melt under him, become fluid, her need for this large man seeming to override her very thoughts, and for now, this moment, Reese was forgotten.
Abe seemed to worship her, kissing each inch, his hands and tongue stroking each luscious inch, while her moans of pleasure seemed as music to his ears.
Finally, when her need reached its peak, she could hold it in no longer. “Abe, please, please… I need you!”
Abe smiled in triumph as he plunged into her, their hips moving in sync with each other, every thrust an effort from his part to stake his claim. Her shuddering gasp as she came was the catalyst he needed to come as well, spilling into her. They lay, spent, in the dappled shade provided by the trees, and fell asleep.
***
Stacey was doing the morning dishes when her phone rang. It was Reese. She dried her hands and answered, not sure what she would say to him. She was spared any embarrassment when he started the conversation by asking after her daily activities. When she would have said goodbye, he stopped her.
“So, Stacey, I’ve spoken to Abe…”
“Yes?” she was suddenly breathless.
“He told me the two of you have become quite well acquainted.”
“Reese, the thing is… Well I… We… I need to talk to you.”
Reese laughter cut her off. “It is okay, babe. I know. You like him, don’t you? Even perhaps love him a little?”
“I love you Reese!”
“Hey, Hun, I know! Don’t sweat! I left so that the two of you could get closer, and so that you could decide whether you see your way towards taking things a little further.”
“Further? What do you mean, Reese?”
“We’ll talk when I get home the day after tomorrow. In the meantime, get to know him a little better, hmm? Play a little, have some fun!”
“No, babe. I am giving you permission to let him fuck you any way he sees fit. Enjoy it. If things work out, and I believe they will, ‘cos you are not the type to just sleep around, we could have a very nice arrangement going. But I’ll tell you more when I get back. In the meantime, get used to a lot of sex, babe. It’s what I want. For you, and me, and Abe.”
Stacey put down the phone. He wants Abe to fuck me? It really is okay with him? A portion of her mind was filled with trepidation at what the brothers had in mind for her, while another portion, the part she had been suppressing, was excited.
Stacey made a cup of coffee, and went through to the home office where she had a fire stoked in the fireplace and sat down on the couch. She allowed her imagination free reign, imagining both men’s hands on her, fondling her, kissing her, making love to her, at the same time.
“Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Stacey?”
She was shocked out of her reverie by Abe’s voice behind her.
“What? No, I…” she had no idea how to continue.
“I want your ass. Would you give it to me, if I asked?”
“Abe, I… Well, that is, I…”
“You have thought about it, fantasized about it?
I know you talked to Reese. He seems pleased with how things have worked out so far in his absence. But I need to prepare you, Stacey. Don’t you want to know what it would be like with two men fucking you at the same time? How it would feel having two men want you, need you, take you? You do, don’t you? You think about us, fucking your tight little pussy, your mouth, your ass. Imagined having your sex holes all used. Haven’t you?”
Wordlessly, Stacey could only nod.
“Come here, Stacey, I have something for you. Come to my bedroom. I want to give you something.”
She followed him down the hall and into his bedroom. “I am going to fuck you, Stacey. Is that alright? But before I do, I want to stick a small butt plug up your ass, and I want you to wear it the whole day, so that you can get ready for what I have in mind tonight.”
“You want to fuck my ass?”
“Tonight, yes. But I don’t want to hurt you. So,” he said, turning around with a smallish plug in his hands, “this! Take off your clothes, hmm? Show me what is going to be mi
ne, ours. And then bend over so that I can insert it. You want this, don’t you?”
Stacey stood indecisively. She realized that this was the moment of truth, the moment she needed to make a decision that would stay with her for the rest of her life. To be wife to two men, have two men look after her, have two men love and fuck her.
“Yes. Yes I do want this. I want to belong to both of you, and I want you both to fuck me, Abe. I want it very much!”
“Well, Hun, what are you waiting for? Take off that offensive clothing and bend over for me. It’s time for the next level.”
Doing as she was asked, Stacey hurriedly got undresses and bent over, feeling oddly vulnerable. Abe stood behind her, a finger probing at her small hole, smearing it with lube. His finger slowly entered her back passage, allowing her to adjust to the feel of it, until he managed to get it all the way in. Then he started moving it slowly, pushing it in and out.
“Do you like that?”
“Ah yes!” she managed to gasp.
“Good, you are a natural. Now for the plug.”
His questing finger was replaced by the feel of the rubber plug, which he slowly inserted. He gave her a slap on the ass. “Good. Now you keep it there, okay?”
Standing again, Stacey nodded; the unfamiliar feeling in her ass making her put her weight from one leg to the other experimentally.
“I would like to fuck you now. No preliminary petting, Stacey, I just want to fuck you. Are you up for it? Are you feeling hot and horny enough yet?”
In response, she got onto the bed, on her hands and knees, and presented him with a sight of her backside.
“Just fuck me already!”
Abe felt her, her wetness. “Yeah you are hot and wet alright.”
She heard his zipper, and then she was filled. Abe plunged into her in a single thrust.
“Aah…”
“Yeah, the fullness of your ass would make you a little tighter. Imagine the plug is a cock, Stacey. This is what it is going to feel like when we both take you, when we both fuck you.
Do you like it?”
“Yes, yes I do. Oh please don’t stop, Abe, please don’t stop! Make me cum!”
“Your pleasure is my command, ma’am.”
Abe’s cock slammed into her again, over and over, filling her, emptying her, and filling her again, while his one hand sneaked around to her front and played with her clit for a while.
Abe stood again. “Play with yourself, Stacey.” His hands snuck around her hips, holding her steady, as he went on with his assault on her willing cunt. Stacey let one hand move down and stroked herself, her fingers moving with increasing speed, as she was taken from behind.
“Oh god Abe!” Stacey squirted, the liquid gushing out of her, while she tried to pull away from Abe.
“Na ah!” He pulled her closer again and rode her through her orgasm until he finally came as well, the contractions of her pussy walls milking him. Afterwards, she lay on the bed, sated.
“I have to go out again, but I think that perhaps you should have a rest. You have more to look forward to tonight. Sleep well, Hun.” Abe pulled the comforter around her and kissed her forehead before closing the door behind him with a soft click.
Stacey woke later that afternoon and stretched luxuriously. Life was good, and exciting. Two men wanted her, and both were willing to share. She was only slightly worried at the intricacies involved when they both might want her at the same time. Giving herself a mental shrug, she had a quick shower and followed her nose to the kitchen where Abe was skillfully throwing supper together. It smelled delicious.
She spared a few moments to watch him at work before entering. His ass filled out his jeans beautifully.
As if feeling her presence, Abe turned round. “Hi, sleepy head. Sleep well? Want to help me make the salad?”
“Yeah, sure.”
Stacey found herself roped in with the cooking; the two of them working like a well-oiled team, before sitting down to dinner and watching a movie later. Abe, during this whole time, was propriety personified, his manners impeccable. Stacey started wondering whether he was sorry about what had happened between them. She decided to breech the subject.
“Abe? Are you sorry? I mean, about what has happened? Between you and me?”
“Hell no, Hun. Not at all. I love having a woman around the place, and, quite frankly, I am not the marriage kind. Besides, I adore you, I love my brother, and nothing would please me more than the three of us being a little family, with a few added perks, of course. But you? Are you sorry that you have gotten into this little ménage with us?”
“No, but, do the two of you, you know, have sex?”
“Well, yeah, occasionally. Doesn’t mean we are gay. I guess bisexual, although we both love pussy and would rather have a woman. And no, we are not practicing incest! When I say our dad adopted me, it was voluntarily with no paperwork involved. So we are not related, either by blood or otherwise. But that is all academic, you know? The thing is, we love each other, deeply, but we love women, you in particular, more, and would rather have you to make love to. Make any sense?”
“I don’t know, I guess so, sort of.”
Abe smiled. “You are a clever woman, I am sure you’ll figure it out. In the meantime, you still have that plug in?”
Blushing, Stacey nodded. “Yeah. Makes me feel kind of full.”
Abe reached over and pulled her into his lap. “Not the way I am going to full you up, babe.”
His hands lifted her t-shirt off her head, exposing her bare breasts, which he immediately started suckling, pulling hard. The feeling was almost enough to make her cum. Almost, but not quite.
“Kiss me, darlin’.”
She moved her lips to his, kissing him deeply. Her pants were undone and her zipper down and Abe’s clever fingers were working at her, her wetness coating them. “Abe,” she whispered into his mouth, “stop teasing and take me.”
“Get out of these pants! I think you need to start wearing dresses around here, what with the amount of canoodling that is going to be going on.”
She got up and took off the offending garment. “Canoodling?” She laughed.
“Yeah, canoodling. How about you do some canoodling to my dick? It needs attention.”
Straddling him, Stacey slowly slid down his shaft, allowing him to feel every inch of her, until she was filled to the hilt. Then she started contracting her muscles around him. “Do you like?”
“Oh yeah I do.”
His large hands took her ass and started bobbing her up and down, faster and faster, his eyes seemingly fixated on her breasts, as they jumped up and down in unison. As her body started preparing itself for her orgasm, Abe stopped and flipped her off his lap.
“Knees on the couch, Hun. It’s time.”
Stacey got up on her knees, holding onto the back of the couch. Abe pulled her closer and her hips upwards, before pulling out the plug. One finger went into her ass, and moved around a little. Her nerve endings screamed with want. He inserted two, slowly, and repeated the performance.
“Feel good?”
“Yes!”
“More?”
“Yes!”
“Where are your manners, woman?”
“Yes please can I have more?”
“You sure can, baby, you sure can.”
She felt Abe push into her, the bulb of his cock straining at her hole as it tried to force its way in. She felt her muscles stretch and a slight burn, and then it was over, and he was working his way into her, a little at a time.
“Tell me if I hurt you, babe.”
Suddenly, all movement stopped, and he was inside her ass, resting, allowing her time to adjust to the feel of him. He started to move, slowly at first, but when he realized that she loved it, his movements became harder, faster, more feverish, until the only sound in the room was that of their grunts and the slap of his balls against her pussy.
“Rub yourself!”
Stacey reached down and rub
bed at her clit, the friction there, added to his cock in her ass, was driving her over the edge, into territory she had never encountered before. All her trepidation and fears were stripped away as she became a sexual creature in its truest nature, nothing mattering except getting fucked and receiving pleasure. Her orgasm, when she came, was something previously unknown in its intensity, running through her in waves as her body jerked of its own accord, like a puppet on a string. Abe’s ejaculation into her ass provided more lubricant, which he used, repeatedly, until she came once more.
“Enough, please, I can’t stand anymore!”
Relenting, he pulled out of her, picked her up and took a shower with her, cleaning every inch of her body before drying her off, picking her up once more, and putting her to bed. As he got in behind her, his whispered words of “you are getting off lightly this time, baby, wait until Reese gets home”, the last thing she could remember hearing before drifting off into the arms of Morpheus.
***
Stacey sat by the river, daydreaming, the soft, occasional snorts of her horse while grazing on the soft green grass then only sound amid the chirping of the birds and the soft rustle of the trees in the breeze. She was looking forward to Reese’s return. She missed him. Sex with Abe was great, but she needed the soul connection she seemed to have with Reese. She marveled at the capacity of attraction she felt towards both men; her connection to Abe was physical, an aching she thought she might never get enough of, while Reese was in a different ballpark altogether. Sex with him was almost transcendental. She could not help but wonder at the sexual experiences the two of them had in store for her, individually, but together as well – fulfilling her darkest, wildest fantasy.
Her horse’s quiet neigh brought her out of her reverie. Turning, she spotted a rider in the distance coming her way. As she watched, the tall, lean figure of Reese became visible. Her heart jumped. Despite his assurance on the telephone that all was well and that he wanted her to know Abe intimately, this face to face encounter, she knew, would be the deciding factor in whether he had been serious about it, and whether he did indeed want a ménage situation with her and Abe.
The fact that he and Abe were some-time lovers never bothered her. In fact, it excited her, and seeing them ‘in corpus delicti’ as it were, was another of her deepest fantasies.
