by Dark Angel
"Yes, Jason. I want it. I want your big giant cock to fuck my ass. Please."
I'm whimpering, scared for the pain that's to come, trying to focus on the pleasure I'm having with Marcus.
"Okay then, that's more like it. And Jacqueline, you can scream and cry all you want because nobody else is here. No one will hear you."
Fuck, I hate to admit it but Jason's domineering attitude and the fact that we are truly all alone in this giant building makes me wanna come right now around Marcus. It would definitely help if I could experience that before Jason and Xavier claim my ass. I want to come so bad but my focus is lost.
Slowly Jason spreads me wide and I turn my head and see just the most enormous cock of all headed right for me. I see him put the tip in and in some ways that's the hardest part.
I'm definitely whimpering now. I'm pressed against Marcus and I kiss him, but say into his mouth, "Please Jason, be careful. It is so fucking huge."
"It's okay, baby, this is what you wanted. Remember?"
"Yeah," Marcus breathes into my mouth. "You dream of this don't you? Isn't this how you want it, with all of here, worshipping and adoring you and wanting to make you ours?"
I love the idea of Marcus's cock deep inside me too so that I'm being entered from both sides.
"Mmm, okay. Jason go slow."
He wets his cock again with spit before pressing it deeper in and I wail out at the intensity of the sensation, but I breathe deep and it takes me over, just how good it feels to have them both filling me up.
I try to sway my hips in a rhythmic motion down upon Marcus, but there is no give. Jason is pinning me down. Marcus is sucking my tits. And Jason pushes in deep. Waves of pleasure start to flow out from my pussy, from everywhere. It's enough to make me lose consciousness but I stay in the game. Jason doesn't hold back and he just fucking me to his heart's content and I let him and I cry and I moan. I've come already and I think I might again soon but before I know it Jason is cumming into my ass and he grips the sides of it with his big hands and he pulls me towards him and he growls and pumps the last remaining vestiges of his cum into me. I sit up almost in tears, but they're tears of pain mixed with pleasure. I try to pump down on Marcus's cock. I finger my pussy and that helps a little. But before Marcus and I can achieve our release, Jason is pouring more liquid courage down my throat and this time I swallow it all because I need it. I'm trying to fuck Marcus all disoriented. But then, to my surprise, Xavier is ready to go right after Jason. Jason stands back and watches, pleased by what he's done. He loves to take me by the ass; it's like his favorite way. But Xavier has climbed onto the couch in Jason's position and he spreads me wide and he's ready to go again.
"Jacqueline, are you okay?" At least he has the decency to ask.
"Yes, I'm good." I'm not. I feel frail and vulnerable and yet primed to come like a million times. What about this turns me on so much? I barely have time to think before Xavier gently fingers my ass and I know he must be feeling Jason's sticky cum in there. It's no matter to him because he presses the tip of his fully erect cock into my ass and it feels so damn good filling me up, touching all the places where I’ve been fucked, yet stretching and fucking new ones, too. I’m a total fucking animal right now. I just to be used and fucked so thoroughly by them, and that’s all I care about right now.
"Fuck, Xavier! I don't think I can take much more of this before I die of orgasms."
"You can, it's okay. I'll go slow." Xavier laughs at me and I can’t help it.
He fucks me slowly. He thrusts his length into me, slowly dragging every drop of pleasure from my body and making it all build up to more intense sensations. I look at Marcus and bear down upon him because the thought and the sensation of Xavier taking my ass and how badly I want to come again is making me go a little insane with need.
"Xavier, I'm gonna come, I can feel it...fuck!" I cry out as the sensation overloads my body and I’m wracked with pure ecstasy. Every hitch in my breathing or quiver I do only makes the cocks claiming me that much more pleasurable.
I can feel Jason's smiling eyes on me, and that heightens things also. I come hard again around Marcus and it feels so good. I'm in utter disregard for anything that is not in this moment. Rounds of pleasure rotate out of my clit, out of my pussy and I feel so good like I could just keep coming until I’m dehydrated and I’ve lost my voice and I can’t move anymore, but I hope they still fuck me.
Xavier takes the opportunity to slam into me hard once he knows that I've come and he's about to release his own hot load inside of me. He groans loudly and I can feel the reflexes of his cock twitch as he allows his cum to mingle with Jason's inside of me.
Xavier pulls out of me and I look at Marcus, ready to take this home. I'm sure I can reach ecstasy with him, but I'm almost too tired now from the incredible lust overtaking me. He senses overload shutting down the parts of my brain that know what I’m doing and swaps positions with me so that I am resting easily into the couch and he's on top. Marcus puts my legs up behind my head and does me the great pleasure of going down on me. It feels so good, but I wonder if he's tasting Xavier's cum in there? I literally don't care as Marcus makes more streams of pleasure come from my G-spot and I find myself coming quickly into his mouth, Xavier's essence and mine probably mingled together. He doesn't care, and he puts my legs behind my head so he has full access to my wet, tight pussy that's now been through so much. He fucks me hard to his delight and he doesn't hold back at all. It's Marcus's turn and he's certainly taking it. He fucks me and my head goes to that other place, that place of unreality where time and space merge into one and I'm almost blacked out but it feels so good. He comes with a final thrust and I feel him pumping into me and I let him. I am unmoving, not sure if I had an orgasm or not as all the pleasure is condensing into one long beautiful journey.
Jason’s cock presses deep into my mouth, and my lips part and I swallow him as completely as I can.
I reach out for Xavier’s cock, stroking him while I’m sucking on Jason and Marcus fucks me. My whole body is lit up with desire and part of me is almost starting to go numb and get overloaded with pleasure all at once.
I am so amazed by the amount of ecstasy coursing through me as a strangling orgasm draws moans from low in my throat, which vibrate on Jason’s cock and before I know it, I’m swallowing his load.
Xavier’s cock starts spurting, and I pull Jason’s cock from my mouth and swallow up Xavier’s load as it hits my tongue. I roll my hips and feel the orgasm that Marcus shoots into my pussy, the hot jets burning so good inside me that I cry out. I am completely light and airy. Marcus pulls off of me and there's cum everywhere, and I can barely breathe.
When they release me and lay me on the couch, I just let myself breathe and lay down for a moment to get my bearings. But I did it. I achieved new heights of euphoria; ones that I didn't know existed. I came so many times. I could probably cum even more if I wasn't so completely exhausted.
"Here." Jason is handing me a warm towel and I wipe all the juices away and it soothes my tender skin. I pull my panties on and don't even bother with the bra. I'm just sitting, staring out the window as somebody is preparing more drinks.
"I love you, Jackie," Xavier says, handing me an iced glass of water.
I take a big gulp and look at him. "I love you, too."
"And I love you," Jason says, cupping my chin.
"And because I love you, too," Marcus says, grabbing a small black box.
A ring box.
"Because we love you, we want to give you this," Marcus says, opening the box and kneeling before me.
"Oh gosh!" I cry out and like I know I sound silly but I’m just amazed. "I love you all," I say. "I am so glad that you three accept that. That you accept me," I say, and my eyes are just welling up so much I can’t even see.
"And we want you to accept us," Jason says. "As your husbands. Will you marry us, Jacqueline?"
I start wiping the tears from my eyes, and I’m nodding. I fi
nally make the words come out, "yes!" in a squeal. I try to say how yes, I will marry them. But I’m kinda just crying and making little excited sounds.
Xavier takes the ring, sliding it onto my fingers and kissing my hand.
"To forever," my three men say in unison. I am more content and satisfied than I have ever been in my life.
"Yes, and forever starts with a nap because I’m so fucking exhausted," I say with a laugh.
My eyes flutter closed, and I feel arms around me. I feel someone cradling me close and carrying me, probably home, and as I vaguely remember that everyone has left the offices, I realize that I don’t care. I’d paint, "I love my men," on my tits in their cum, damn the consequences or what anyone else thinks.
I'm not sure who it is carrying me because sleep is taking over my thoughts. I curl my head up against the chest of the man carrying me, and I feel three sets of hands touching me. I'm in the clouds still, though, drifting off to sleep. I curl up in a little ball on the couch and drift off to sleep. Somehow I'll get home. I have everything I could ever want, and then some. I rest my eyes and enter a dream world where all of this exists. It will forever be mine. I will forever be home, always on the brink of enchantment and joy, surrounded by the men whom I love, and whom love me.
Epilogue - Jacqueline
Sitting outside in the lakefront cabana, I take in the view that is absolutely stunning. The fresh, forest air heightens all my senses. I’m invigorated by nature because it gives me a sense of being grounded. The fact that we’re here in this beautiful mansion in the woods makes everything seem shrouded in secrecy and that adds an element of mystery to the illuminated night. This place is incredible; it's the perfect hideaway from our work. There are billowing white curtains all around me, giving me sanctuary from the rest of the world. I wonder if anyone will find me here?
Haha, you know I'm kidding. I have three husbands and I'm pregnant. We don't know who the technical father is...because in our minds, they all are. And that's just too perfect for words.
So yeah, I kinda hid out here with the intention of being caught. Don't tell on me...I'll get my reward/punishment soon enough.
I’ve lit candles at different junctures around the infinity pool that drops off in such a way that it looks as though it merges into the lake. Except, the pool of course is crystal clear, inlaid with Arabian glass tiles. That combined with the Moroccan lanterns hanging at the top of my cabana, gives this place a sense of luxury. And, there are white twinkle lights dripping every which way so that the outside of the cabin is a dimly lit fortress in paradise.
I feel so grateful to be in this secluded place, away from work, with nothing to focus on but the guys. They're unique in different ways, and uniquely handsome to the point that I wish I could just have them all.
Xavier interrupts my absorption to ask me if I’d like a glass of juice since I can't have wine like I normally would. I didn’t even hear him coming. He surprises me because he's found my little spot, here away from everyone. But I’m happy to be found by this charming God who is also happily waiting on me.
"You startled me! Like my little sanctuary? Isn’t it perfect?" I ask him.
He takes in the look of my outfit. I'm adorned in a black bikini with sexy cutouts everywhere that highlight my tight ass and perky breasts. I have layered on lots of jewelry, some gold, some silver, and some Buddhist mandala beaded bracelets. I also have huge, hoop earrings on and my hair is in a messy bun. I feel sexy out here in the setting sun, hidden by my cabana, and by the muted light of so many lanterns. I pull my white Free People cover up closely to my body. It has knitted holes everywhere, so it still reveals the tanned lines of my skin. And, let’s not forget the heels. They’re Versace after all. This is cabin wear at its finest … that is if you can call this mansion a cabin. I'm really trying to give the whole pre-baby body a good send off since I don't have but the slightest of baby bumps right now.
"I do like it," he says. He steals a kiss. "But I want you to come to the bar with me. Be my drink helper."
"Okay!" I perk up at his invitation and gladly accept his outstretched hand. We meander over to the bar in thoughtful contemplation. Luckily the guys thought to stock the outdoor bar with the finest liquor. The bar itself is an artistic creation, made by some local designer, and its metal accents, combined with stone assimilate perfectly into the rocky accents of the pool. There is even a small waterfall at the end, powered by the bubbling hot tub flowing warm water into the pool.
"What should we make tonight?" he winks at me. He knows that even though I don't drink the booze now with a baby on the way, I still like to fiddle around with it.
I take a seat on one of the high-end barstools and use my lighter to fire up a few more candles. Now I see him better in the shimmering light, and he's gorgeous. A prize for anyone, Xavier is dressed in ripped jeans, bare feet, and what looks like a Tommy Bahamas short sleeved, white and peach shirt that he has left unbuttoned to show his rock-hard abs. The thought of his abs gets me going every time. I have a lot of feeling for Xavier and it’s nice to be out here with just him.
"I think we should make ... Dark and Stormy drinks, " I say, landing on that option because hoping he’ll remember my fondness for them and not think I’m still pouting about being sober all the time. I think having a baby with the men I love is a totally valid reason to miss out on the amazing and well-stocked bar we have now.
I do miss my wine though!
He pulls out the rum and pours a generous splash into the silver cocktail shaker. I watch him put in a lot of ice, a wedge of lime, and some ginger beer. He gives it a hard shake and pours himself, Jason, and Marcus a glass.
I sip on my crystal cocktail glass that only has juice, and try to catch his eye. The fresh fruit flavor flows smoothly out over my throat and I instantly start to relax after a long week. He does the same and as we lock eyes, my passion overcomes me and I go in for a long, hard kiss across the bar. I can taste the alcohol on his breath, and he can taste mine. That combined with the smell of the candles and the warm night air makes this a very romantic setting.
Just as we are doing this, myself getting warm for him, Jason comes out and interrupts our seduction, a flash of curiosity on his face.
"Wow, looks like I’m missing the party," he says with mock irritation.
"Yes, so get your fine ass over here," I say with a big waving hand. "We were just making Dark and Stormies. Want one?"
"Thanks," he says and I can see the love he has for me in his eyes and I want to just free his cock and suck it. I mean I know that's not what your mama probably said true love is like, but I don't whisper sweet nothings or do cute things...I suck dick or get fucked really hard. It works out pretty well for me.
Xavier is already handing Jason a glass.
"Here you go man. It’s top shelf."
"Nice," Jason replies as he takes a seat next to me. "What a beautiful sunset."
"I know," I say as I stroke his leg. "I was thinking the same thing."
He smiles at me and plants a kiss on my red-stained lips.
"Oh, so this is how it’s gonna be," Xavier says half teasing, half already getting that low growl to his voice that makes me shiver.
I gotta admit...having three horny alpha males pawing at you is going to make any girl go a little delirious, and I’m already giggling.
"What?" Jason asks with his finger making circles on my thigh. "Is this funny to you?"
"Kind of," I say in all honesty. "Where’s Marcus...hey!"
He pops up right when I’m asking about him.
"You having all the fun without me?" he asks.
"They’re drinking all the booze without me and I want ice cream and meatballs," I say, cocking my head to the side. "This whole pregnancy thing is weird."
My men laugh, and they’re already shuffling to the car so we can to the store...for like the fourth time today. What can I say...some cravings change a lot. Like how I wouldn’t have touched ice cream this morning to save m
y life but I was craving jalapenos. Of course, once we had that, I wanted watermelon. Like, none of these flavors make any sense to me, but Jason, Marcus, and Xavier put up with it. It's one of the fun things about having three husbands you live on a massive compound with.
When you really don’t want to escape them, they’ll find you just when you need them. Like for ice cream...and maybe other things later. It has been a year since they proposed to me, we got married, and I got pregnant, and it has been the most amazing year of my life. We all work together and the firm, and our marriage made the whole being openly together thing much easier. Mike Stone, one of the senior partners, loves to invite us to every event because they only know a few other women who are married to multiple men and it has become all en vogue now. I don’t mind him showing us off, and he doesn’t mind that the three of us sweep in on just about every case.
We already decided on what we were going to name the baby, if we have a girl...and maybe you’ll think this is crazy, but maybe since you got to see our whole story unfold, you’ll understand why we want to name her Emma. It was her case that brought us all not just together, but to a place in our lives where we felt understood and connected to each other. We felt free to do what we loved, and be with who we loved. I mean, lawyers certainly shouldn’t get too personal with all their cases...but I kinda like to think that Emma wouldn’t have minded at all.
Men of the House
A MMF Romance
By Abby Angel & Alexis Angel
Copyright 2017 by Naughty Angel Publishing
All rights reserved
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.
Karen
"Sayonara, bitches!" the frat guys yell at the top of their lungs as the clock strikes 12. All classes end at 12 at Harvard on the last day of this semester. That means that Junior year is finally over.
