Playing with Her Doctors

by S. E. Law

  Adding Bethany to the staff has really helped. For one, she’s sharp. The girl is a whiz at numbers, and she’s impressed us more than once, in ways we didn’t expect.

  “I’m paying just a little over twenty percent in taxes this year,” she mused at dinner one day. The three of us have taken to eating dinner together each night, and that Wednesday, we were sitting around the coffee table in my apartment with Chinese take-out on the glass table. She’s comfortable with us and was feeding us bits of cashew chicken while biting down into the crackly rice paper that came with our salad.

  I laughed in surprise at her remark. Not many women like to talk about taxes, but not our Bethany. She’s got a mind like a steel trap, and best of all, she’s not afraid to show it.

  “Really? Only twenty percent?” I ask. “I thought taxes would run something around thirty-five percent for someone in your income bracket.”

  She smiles at me coyly while popping another fry into her mouth.

  “Ryder, you’re talking about the marginal tax rate, which is how much tax you pay on the last dollar you earn. Sure, I pay something like thirty-eight percent on my last dollar, but my effective tax rate is about twenty percent,” she says with a smile. “Look it up.”

  I shake my head.

  “Trust me baby, after a fourteen hour day at the office, the last thing I’m going to do is to look up IRS guidelines.”

  She giggles a bit.

  “I know, big guy, and I totally get it. But this is important, so I’ll forward you some primers on basic tax law. They read really easy,” she says in gentle voice. “It’ll go down like sugar.”

  This time, Ranger shakes his head.

  “No sweetheart, no need. Trust me, I’m not going to crack open a book with fine print on the weekend unless it has to do with new techniques in plastic surgery. But tell me, how did you learn all this?” he asks. “I thought you studied insects at school.”

  “I did,” she chirps, shooting us a saucy grin. “But everyone should know the basics about taxes because they’re just a fact of life. Otherwise, you’re going to let Uncle Sam rob you blind,” she scolds. “And the two of you make so much too! You can’t let some random accountant do your taxes for you.”

  I let out a gusty sigh. Bethany’s wormed herself into our life to the point where she knows how much we make. It makes sense though, since she’s practically running Epinine behind the scenes now. Plus, she guessed right. In fact, we have been using a random accountant each year because we didn’t have any other options.

  “Sweetheart, are you volunteering to do our taxes for us?” I ask teasingly. Then I stop. “Have you been doing your own taxes each year actually? You don’t use someone?”

  Bethany lets out a merry laugh, her beautiful pink pout parting to reveal a pearly smile. But those brown eyes grow wide, and soften.

  “Yes, of course I do my own taxes,” she says. “Well, sort of. I use Turbo Tax, which is really easy. Trust me, for a W-2 employee like me, tax preparation software is the answer. But I definitely can’t do your taxes for you because you’re a partnership, so there are probably a bunch of rules and regulations for that that I’m not familiar with. But I can help oversee your accountant if you want,” she offers. “I’d be their point of contact and look over what they do to make sure they keep things honest.”

  I’m appreciative and astonished. Bethany’s only twenty-five, and yet she’s already so astute. She’s offering to supervise the tax prep for our business? Yes please, sign me up right away because this is huge. We trust her, and know that she’ll do her best for us. Everyone else who works for Epinine is probably goofing off and barely doing the minimum to get by, but under Bethany’s watchful eye, I have a feeling everything’s going to run smoother and better. Not to mention the weight that’s going to come off our shoulders knowing that Bethany’s in charge.

  I guess that’s part of the reason why we’re so grateful she’s come into our lives. The idea originally started as a marketing job, but she’s proven so skilled and adaptable that she’s basically become our de facto CEO. Bethany’s the one calling the shots at Epinine now. She runs our numbers, she manages the staff, and supervises everything from building services to medical billing. It’s not easy because she’s managing a staff of about fifteen now, but she’s doing it well. Ranger and I are able to focus on practicing our best medicine now, which suits us just fine.

  “Are you thinking about her?” comes Ranger’s voice.

  I jolt. My business partner doesn’t even look up from where he’s jotting some notes in a file.

  “I am,” I admit ruefully. “It’s weird. She’s only been gone since this morning, but I miss her already.”

  “I know,” he nods. “Me too. God, I could use a taste of that curvy body right now. Mmm, she’s been getting sweeter between the legs too, don’t you think?”

  It’s true. We’ve been encouraging her to eat more healthfully, and her female nectar has been changing as a result. She was always delicious to me, but now even more so. I nod.

  “God, I miss her. I want her back,” I say in no uncertain terms.

  “Yeah, me too,” says Ranger. But then he turns to me.

  “Bro, do you think it’s weird that she’s never introduced us to her son?”

  I pause, looking straight ahead. The truth is that I do think it’s weird, but at the same time, it’s understandable. I mean, we only met her about six months ago, and within that time we’ve gone from total strangers to having Bethie practically running our lives.

  “Yeah, I do think it’s strange, but I’m sure it’ll happen,” is my growl. “I mean, we definitely hear a lot about Danny.”

  “Yeah,” muses Ranger. “Do you think she tells him about us?”

  That’s a difficult question to answer.

  “I don’t know,” I say slowly. “I mean, what would she say? These are Mommy’s bosses? I guess that could be okay,” I say dubiously.

  But Ranger shakes his head.

  “No, man. Do you think she tells him that she’s dating us? Two men?”

  I shrug.

  “Could be. After all, he’s only two. He probably doesn’t even understand. I’d be happy if she said we were her friends, and just left it at that.”

  Ranger rubs his jaw, the dark stubble giving off a slight rasp.

  “That’s the thing. I want to be a dad. I want to have kids. I want to have the whole happy family thing, and I think Bethany could be the answer. But she won’t even introduce us to her son, so are we at a no-go here?”

  I hold up my hands, palms out and chuckle.

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa, where is this coming from? We just met the girl, Ranger. Six months ago, in fact.”

  He’s not thrown off at all.

  “I know,” he says seriously, those blue eyes intense. “But when you know, you know. And let’s face it Ryder. We’re not exactly spring chickens anymore. We’re in our forties. It’s not going to take years and years of dating for us to find the right woman because when you feel it, you recognize it for what it is, and I feel it with Bethany. I want to get more serious with her, and I want to talk with her about potentially having our baby.”

  There it is. A baby.

  Holy shit.

  Are we ready for this?

  But deep in my heart, I already know the answer. Bethany is everything we’ve been looking for. She accepts us as the people who we are. Imperfect, cocky, arrogant, and sometimes godawful pains in the ass. Ranger and I aren’t always the easiest guys to be around, but she’s okay with that. She softens our edges, and brings out the best in both of us.

  There’s that phrase again. Both of us. She’s good at handling two men, not just in bed but also emotionally. Sure, Bethany’s a pro at taking two dicks simultaneously now, and our time between the sheets is mind-blowing to say the least. But it’s more than that. Bethany is the balance to our dark souls, and there’s a happiness and light to her that matches our data-driven personalities. Not that she’s a
slacker when it comes to numbers either. She continually amazes us with her ability to manage the financial aspect of our business, all the while demonstrating soft skills and high emotional IQ.

  So I already know the answer. This woman is amazing, and we’d be fools to let her go. In fact, we’d be fools to let one more night go by without trying to get her pregnant because she’s that special. We’d be honored to be fathers to her child, but that’s the thing: why hasn’t she introduced us to Danny yet? After all, our lives are so tangled now, and yet this one important strand is still kept in isolation.

  “I know,” I muse, staring intently at my business partner. “It is weird, isn’t it? I want to start a family too, and I think Bethany could be the right woman as well. But given that we haven’t even met Danny, it might be premature to have that conversation with her.”

  He grunts.

  “No conversation needed,” Ranger says. “We’ll just come in her without protection, over and over again.”

  I wince a little.

  “Yo, you know the answer to that. We haven’t been using protection,” I remind him. “Most of the time we forget, so she could be knocked up already.”

  He smirks.

  “Good. I hope she is.”

  Man, Ranger can be such an asshole, but at the same time, that’s what I’m secretly hoping as well. I want Bethany to get pregnant asap so that we can have her for keeps. Watching that curvy body grow even rounder with our child would be the ultimate blessing and satisfaction. I’d love to see her pooch out with twins, and to see a baby suckling at those huge titties. The thought makes me hard and I groan out my arousal.

  “Shit,” growls Ranger, reading my mind. “We need her bad.”

  “That we do,” I rasp. “We’re already goners, man.”

  It’s the truth because Bethany’s now inextricably woven into the fabric of our lives. The only question is, when will she be ready to take the next step? Because we want not one child, not two, or three, or even four, but at least six. But is Bethany ready for that? Even more important, is that what our beautiful girl wants as well?

  16

  Bethany

  I don’t really know how we got here. Or rather, I do. We’re at the Bronx Zoo, and we took a car up the West Side Highway all the way until arriving at the gates of this storied institution. That part is totally clear. What I’m unclear about is how I ended up on this outing.

  I got back from visiting my folks in Pennsylvania, and Ranger and Ryder were all over me. Danny was already asleep in his room when the two men showed up with a brisk knock on the door.

  “Well hello,” I said coyly. “Fancy seeing you here.”

  I was wearing a raggedy robe over my old PJs, but it could have been the sexiest negligee judging from how the men reacted. They were on me in an instant, tearing at my clothes before the door was even shut.

  “Hey,” I mewled as Ranger nipped at my breast. “What’s going on?” Ryder was already stroking my pussy through my thong, and I gushed hotly into his palm.

  “We missed you,” he said before bending to rip off my sweat pants to press a kiss to my clit through the lace. “Fuck baby, we have to have you.”

  Never mind that it’d only been twenty-four hours since I’d last seen them. They were ravenous, and within minutes, I was taking one man in my pussy, with the other one nudging my asshole.

  “Ahh!” I cried out, breathy with need. “Oh god!”

  “Easy,” murmured Ranger behind me. “Fuck you’re so wet, and the juice is trickling down to your asshole. It’s the best natural lube baby, and it’s going to make this go in just fine.”

  With that, he eased into me as I squealed again, the pressure of two men in my ass and pussy almost too much to bear. I felt so incredibly full, while also so womanly at once. “Oh oh oh!” I squealed.

  “Shhh, we don’t want to wake your son,” growled Ryder in front of me. “But damn baby, you feel so good.”

  With that, the two men began a rhythm, one going into my ass while the other pulled out of my pussy, and then reversing it so that I was always full of dick. I cried and moaned as they took turns using my holes, and then with a scream, it happened. My pussy let go with a huge splash of liquid and both my sensitive spots began clamping and spasming on the men within.

  The sensation was overwhelming, and Ryder and Ranger gave it up too. They moaned loudly, like lions in heat while ejaculating full loads into my asshole and pussy. I milked them dry, even as stars danced before my eyes and white cum seeped into my insides.

  After it was over, I was breathless and so sated.

  “You guys missed me that much?” I asked playfully, tilting my head back while gasping a bit. The two men were now suckling at my breasts. This is something that’s become something of a routine after sex for us. They enjoy nursing, and given that I have a plentiful supply, they often drink a bit before lapping at my pussy again to make me come.

  “We did miss you,” growls Ryder, looking up from my left tit.

  Ranger moves down to my clit and gives it a few licks before biting slightly on the hard nub.

  “Ah!” I squeal. “Oh god. But we just saw each other yesterday.”

  “Yeah, I know, but you’re so sweet and sensual, sweetheart, that even that was too much. Knees up,” Ranger commands. He pushes my knees back, rolling my hips up so that my entire pussy and ass are revealed, and I blush. Oh my god, these men love creampies, and I know that want to watch and taste as their sperm spills from both of my holes. Plus, they’re always so debauched too. They like pushing the hot semen back into body with their tongues, often making me come again during the process.

  But this time, Ranger and Ryder observe with satisfaction as the cream stayed in my body.

  “Good,” Ranger remarked, shooting his friend a look. “She’s full both ways.”

  I sit up a bit, but they push me back down onto the mattress.

  “Stay,” is Ryder’s command. “Just relax, we’ll get you anything you need. Water? A soft towel? What do you want, sweetheart? Just tell us because your wish is our command.”

  I lie down again, sighing with happiness. I love being pampered and these men are always so good at it. If they want me flat on my back while they run errands, that’s totally fine. They always make me feel like a princess.

  I shoot them a languorous smile.

  “So how are you guys? Did you have a productive day sorting through your files while I was gone?” I murmur gently, stroking Ryder’s thick thigh. His snake lies against it, still semi-hard and a little wet from our fun.

  The two men share a look again.

  “Sweetheart, Danny’s sleeping just next door, right?” Ranger asks.

  “Well, yes,” I say with sleepily. “Why? I don’t think we woke him up with our noises. We’re loud, but my son sleeps like the dead.”

  The men share another look.

  “Well, since we’re on the topic, we’d like to meet him sometime,” says Ryder casually. “If that’s okay with you.” In fact, his tone is too casual. I know something’s up.

  “Of course you can,” I say. “That’s a great idea. I think Danny wants to meet you too.”

  “He does?” Ranger brightens a bit. “Meet us? Really?”

  The handsome man looks so eager and I smile graciously.

  “Yes, of course. I’ve told him about you guys. I mean, not the specifics exactly, but I’ve definitely mentioned that Mommy has two special friends whom she spends a lot of time with, and who make her very happy.”

  Ryder and Ranger look so excited that my heart beats fast. Suddenly, I guess the truth.

  “Wait, were you guys afraid that I was never going to tell my son about you?”

  Ranger growls a bit deep in his throat.

  “Well, sort of,” he finally manages. “You know, not everyone’s mommy has two boyfriends, and we just weren’t sure …” he trails off.

  “Weren’t sure how I’d explain it?” I ask gently. My heart’s racing at h
is use of the word “boyfriend.” I guess that’s what they are, after all. We haven’t talked about it, but it sounds so natural and right coming from his lips that I just roll with it.

  Ryder nods his agreement.

  “We weren’t sure how serious you were about us, baby. You mean everything to us, don’t get me wrong. But it’s been six months now, and you talk about Danny a lot, but you’ve never introduced us. He’s always with a babysitter, or with your parents, or at school, or even like now, sleeping,” the gorgeous man says in a low tone.

  I giggle a bit.

  “But that’s it exactly. It’s only been six months! That’s not very long at all, and you know, I don’t introduce my son to just anyone. He’s the most important man in my life, and I want him to be happy and secure. I’m not going to upend his existence based on my dating life. That would be pretty crazy.”

  The doctors nod, their expressions serious.

  “We totally get it, baby. Absolutely, and we’d do the same in your place. We were just hoping … well, that the door would open and we could meet your son. What’s important to you is important to us too, and it’s time, don’t you think?”

  I pull them down for sweet kisses then.

  “Of course it’s time,” I say, murmuring against Ryder’s lips before turning to Ranger and pressing a passionate kiss to that mobile mouth as well. “You are everything to me.”

  The two men growl with heat, and before I knew it, we were engaged in another sensuous, steamy session. This time around, the two men deposited such huge loads in my body that I was literally dripping for days, their semen leaking from my pussy and ass at the most unexpected times.

  But that leads us to where we are today: at the Bronx Zoo with Danny in his stroller in front of us, burbling and chortling at the prospect of seeing a boatload of animals.

  “You ready, big guy?” asks Ryder, bending to look my son in the eye. He’s so tall and wide, and my son is so small, but Ryder makes like they’re equals.