“These DVDs here are all by women. These two I think would be perfect for you and your friends.”
Oh Lord. “Yes, let me see.” She grabbed one of the DVDs and looked at the cover. Well, wasn’t this a coincidence. It had a picture of two Caucasian men having their way with an African-American woman. From the look on her face, and the way she had her mouth open, she looked like they were pleasing her very well.
She found herself enthralled by the photos. Would she feel like this woman? Would Marty and Jerry give her pleasure the likes of which she’d never experienced? Was a ménage à trois all of that, or overrated? The only way those questions would be answered was by firsthand experience, not by a book or DVD.
She went up to the counter and Marty and Jerry joined her, despite her warnings not to.
“We wanted to explain everything, just in case they say something,” Marty whispered in her ear.
“Too late. Damage is done.”
“I hope you three enjoy. Come again.” The perky clerk handed Lacy her bag.
“See what I mean.” They walked out to the car and got in.
“Lemme see the goods,” Jerry reached over the seat.
“These are not your typical pornos, according to Miss Sunshine. These are produced and directed by women. You have a plot and more romance.” Lacy tried to make them sound somewhat legit.
“Yeah, okay,” Jerry took the bag. “Hmm, these look interesting.”
“Let’s see,” Marty came to a stoplight and reached back to grab a DVD. “It does look promising, at least the pictures do.” He and Jerry chuckled. “This might help you, Lacy. Of course, nothing can replace actual experience.”
They’re still trying, Lacy thought. She wasn’t kidding herself, however. A part of her wanted to indulge, to experience something she’d literally only read about. But the other part was cautious. A lot could go wrong. Emotions could flare, get complicated. Men made sex seem so simple.
Once they got home, Lacy immediately went upstairs with her purchases. She took out the DVDs and stashed them between a bunch of books on her shelf. She did leave the book out about the non-traditional relationships. They had a huge section about multiple partners, also known as polyandry. She would just focus on the threesomes. Good Lord.
She sat in the middle of her bed, legs crossed in a yoga position, and began reading. This was her fifth book on the subject, but this one seemed to deal more with the emotional aspects of the relationship, which was what she needed. The more she read, the more it began to make sense. It freaked her out a bit. Could she engage in something so kinky? No matter how they tried to explain it was just a different sort of relationship or arrangement, Lacy still couldn’t fully wrap her head around it.
She put the book down. Marty and Jerry had participated in ménage relationships, but found them unsatisfactory emotionally because of the women they’d been with. So it would seem plausible to have more than a just a physically connection within a threesome. She knew she had an emotional bond with both of them, but could she have a sexual one? Could that woman be her? She did know one thing. A part of her wanted it to be.
***
Marty and Jerry drank more sun tea and watched the game on the television.
“What do you think she’s doing?” Jerry asked.
“More than likely, burying her face in the book she bought.”
“She’s really trying getting into this. I’m surprised she didn’t give up on the whole idea of writing the book, especially since it seems her emotions are a bit conflicted about us.”
“Lacy, give up?” Marty snickered and shook his head. “No way. The fact she’s having a hell of time with this is only pushing her more. She won’t be happy until she’s mastered whatever writer’s block she has.”
“So, do we help her, or wait?”
Marty filled his glass with more tea. “Wait until she comes to us. Her confliction could be interpreted as curiosity. She had no issue with you touching her.” He winked at him.
Jerry’s face actually turned red. “You sure she’ll want to continue?”
“There’s more to her researching this than meets the eye. She’s curious too, not just for the sake of the book.”
“Ahh.” Jerry nodded his head.
“I give her a couple more days.”
“The DVDs.”
“Yeah, I thought about that. We could all sit and watch it, and before you know it, we’re on the floor, fucking like rabbits. But, I want it to happen naturally, from her. You know what I mean?”
Marty had the whole scenario in his head. Lacy would come to him first, he’d make wild, passionate love to her, then once she rested, Jerry would have his turn while he watched. Seeing Jerry pleasuring her would be the biggest turn on. Then once she rested again, she would take turns pleasuring them. She would suck his cock while Jerry watched and, of course, he would watch her service Jerry. Then, both of them would have her at once then—
“Marty!”
“Huh?”
“I’m not going to ask what you were thinking.” Jerry smirked. “Anyway, you don’t want her getting horny from a movie.”
“Exactly. Even the most chaste person can get hot and bothered watching a film, and just want to let off steam. I want it from the heart.”
Jerry grabbed the pitcher and poured the last of the tea. “This should be enlightening.”
“Let’s go see what our literary friend is up to.” Marty rose to put his empty glass in the sink.
They stood in front of her bedroom, trying to listen in. “She’s reading. I don’t hear the keyboard keys.”
“Poor thing. We should help, you know,” Jerry said, grinning.
Marty nodded and knocked on the door. “Lacy. May we come in?”
“Sure.” After a few seconds, Lacy came to the door. “Whassup?”
Marty looked down and saw a book clutched her in hand. She was studying again. “Making any progress?” He pointed at the book.
“Well, I have found some interesting revelations.”
“Like what?” Jerry took a seat on the edge of their bed.
“There are some folks who actually live in a relationship like this as if it’s normal.”
“It makes sense.” Marty leaned against Lacy’s writing desk.
“Really?”
“We told you it’s not just about sex,” Jerry said. “If the right people are involved and they know what they’re getting into, it can be a very fulfilling relationship.”
“I’ll tell you something, I am learning a lot. Maybe by the end of the week, I can start my book.”
“Are you just going to read about the lifestyle?” Marty looked over her desk. Papers were scattered all about and he noticed they all had one or two sentences on them. Probably more of her past attempts at writing her story.
“You mean the DVDs?”
“Yeah, where are they? I didn’t actually read the back.”
Lacy rolled her eyes. “Up on the shelf.” She got up and pulled them from between a couple of books. “Here you go.”
Jerry got up from the bed and joined them. “Love in Black and White and White and Sandwich of Love.” Marty looked over at her.
“What? The clerk recommended them. I had nothing to do with it. ” She held up her hands.
Jerry took one of the DVDs and flipped it over, reading the back. “Yolanda has a thing for her new neighbors, two college roommates. She’s determined to introduce herself and get a little friendlier. What happens when the frat boys want to get too friendly? Oh, brother.” He shook his head. “Are you sure a woman produced and directed this?”
“That’s what she told me.”
“You could do a better script than this,” Marty said, taking the DVDs and putting them back.
“Oh, no. I have enough issues trying to write a novel, let alone write some sort of screenplay.” Lacy threw up her hands.
“Like I told you earlier,” Jerry continued, “you’re not going to get a real idea o
f a threesome by looking at a film. Yeah, the sex will be hot, you’ll get horny and that’s it.”
“But, I also wanted to see were the body parts went,” she protested.
“Oh, that shouldn’t be too hard. Just think of a sex scene with two people, then add…hmm.” Marty rubbed his chin. “I see what you mean. Well, there’s only one thing to do.”
“What?”
“You, me and Jerry have to make our own film, so to speak.” He wiggled his brows.
Chapter Eight
Lacy’s body tingled with anticipation. Could she do this? Looking at Marty and Jerry, it would seem like a no-brainer. Marty was her lover and best friend. He’s been with her through the good, the bad and the ugly, and vice-versa. He never steered her wrong and she knew he never would. Jerry was her buddy, their buddy. All three of them had been through a lot. Jerry always had her best interest at heart, too. Even when he’d turned down her advances so many years before, he’d done it for her own good. But he always loved her. She’d thought like a sister, but apparently more.
She needed to trust both of them now if she wanted to go through with this. “I, um, need a little more time to think.”
“Tell you what. Today we’ll just hang around the house, catch up on things, maybe watch the game. No mention of writing, books, or threesomes. Later, we’ll see what the evening brings.” Marty rested his hand on her shoulder and kissed her forehead.
“That sounds like a plan.” Jerry came around to the other side of her. He bent down and kissed her cheek. His kisses were butterfly soft, yet still sexy and sensual.
“That does sound good,” Lacy threw down her book. “Besides, my eyes are beginning to hurt.”
“Great, let’s head downstairs, I’m hungry, too.” Marty led them both out of the bedroom.
Once they settled in the den, they continued to talk about the latest gossip from Jerry’s job they hadn’t gotten to at the picnic.
“So, Peter still thinks he has a job when he comes back from Zurich?” Marty asked as he popped another potato chip in his mouth.
“Oh yeah, in fact he asked Robin, his secretary, to put down some important meeting on his calendar. She came to me asking what she should say. I told her say nothing.”
“So, everyone knows Peter is pinked-slipped, except Peter.” Lacy reached for a chip.
“That’s cold,” Marty agreed.
“That’s advertising,” Jerry said, matter of factly. “That’s why the turnover is so high in the industry. You leave first before they give you the boot.”
“Are you sure you’re going to have a job when you get back?’ Marty asked.
“I’m important to them; I hold a lot of their VIP accounts. But just in case, I’m invested and got a nice nest egg.”
They laughed.
The gossip continued and they caught up on things. The trio played cards and a few games of checkers, where Marty beat the pants off both of them, then took a break and had dinner. Marty cooked up another one of his Spanish dishes, which included five courses. After dinner they lay on the couches and chairs, bloated.
“I’m surprised I’m not as big as a house, with his cooking,” Lacy said, patting her tummy.
“You work out.” Marty reached over, squeezing her biceps.
Lacy giggled, she was ticklish in that spot. “Thank goodness!”
“No complaints here,” Jerry said. “With my busy schedule and late hours, it’s nice to have a home cooked meal for a change.”
“Running a tab at the local burger joint?” Lacy smirked.
“You got it.”
“Doesn’t show.” And it didn’t. Lacy always marveled at Jerry’s body, and was guilty of sneaking a peek when the three of them went to the beach.
“Glad you noticed.”
After watching the late show, they got up one by one and went upstairs.
Marty caught up to Lacy at the bedroom door and whispered in her ear. “Let’s invite Jerry to our bed.”
Lacy’s body responded, going up in flames, starting from her toes and ending at the tips of her hair. She didn’t think she could still be that turned on. She watched Jerry as he turned to go to the guest bedroom. He paused to look at them and smiled. Damn, could a man be any sexier? And brother, did her curiosity go up a few notches. “Uh, Jerry.”
“Yes.” He leaned against the doorway
She glanced up at Marty; he winked and nodded to her. “Why don’t you come…and keep us company a bit.” She noticed a look pass between them.
“Okay, if you’re sure.”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
He moved away from the door and walked into Lacy and Marty’s bedroom.
They followed him in. At first, all three stood there, not saying a word. Something hung in the air which couldn’t be or wouldn’t be expressed. She sighed. How do you break the ice on something like this?
Lacy spotted her nightgown draped over her chair. “Let me go change. I’ll be back.” Taking her gown and looking back at both men, she quickly ran into the bathroom. The looks they gave her made her nervous. She needed to calm down. These were men she trusted.
She changed into her gown and just as she put her hand on the doorknob to walk back in the room, she felt the butterflies. She could do this. It would be fun. What woman wouldn’t want to jump at the chance of sleeping with two gorgeous hunks?
Two gorgeous hunks, where one just happened to be her boyfriend. How bizarre.
She walked into the room. The two men stood talking. Marty had only his pajama bottoms on. Jerry had both pieces on. When she entered the room, they looked over at her. Both of them smiled and moved away from the bed. The sheets and blankets were turned down, ready for her to climb in.
She took a deep breath and took several steps forward.
***
Marty watched as the love of his life walked cautiously toward the bed. He wanted to speak, but dared not for fear of breaking the spell she was under. She looked at both of them with desire in her eyes—whether she realized it or not.
He and Jerry had discussed a plan briefly while Lacy changed in the bathroom. But as soon as she stepped out, whatever plan they had flew out the window.
How do you play a ménage à trois by ear?
Lacy pulled back the covers further, not once taking her eyes off them. Marty smiled; Jerry winked at her. She climbed in and pulled the covers up tight to her neck. That wasn’t good.
“Uh, don’t you want us to join you?” Jerry asked.
“Oh, sure.” She threw the covers back.
Marty got in the bed first. “Don’t be nervous, nothing is going to happen tonight that you don’t want to happen. We can just lie here and talk.” When he saw Lacy relax, he nodded over to Jerry. He got in on the other side of her, and her body tensed a bit. He took her hand and squeezed it reassuringly. She smiled at him, and scooted down further in the bed. Marty reached over and turned out the lights. He looked at her questioningly. “Or do you want them on?”
“Off is fine.”
For a moment, the three of them lay perfectly still, each too afraid to move a muscle. She sat up as Marty and Jerry lay on their sides and faced her. They smiled at her as she played with the sheets and comforter.
Finally Lacy made a move and it wasn’t what Marty expected. He watched her as she ran her hands through Jerry’s hair.
A slight pang of jealously snaked through him, to be immediately replaced with a new found love and admiration when she turned her attention on him. She ran her hand through his hair as she’d done with Jerry. Marty touched her chin. “Look me straight in the eyes.”
She did, her pupils dilated, but still nervous.
Marty leaned in and kissed her. “Relax.” He kissed her lips, her cheeks, and her eyelids. Lacy’s arms soon snaked around his neck and she deepened his kisses. “Are you sure?” Marty asked after coming up for air.
She nodded and continued kissing him. They were lost in their own passion, when Marty felt the back of Jerry�
��s hand over Lacy’s hip. He gladly released her and Jerry pulled her over into his embrace.
He trailed kissed down her neck, his hand trailing down her thighs, stroking her, kneading her flesh. He looked over and motioned for Marty to join them in the embrace.
“This gown is in the way,” Jerry said. Marty obliged by easing it off her while Jerry continued to rain kisses on her.
With her gown off, Jerry’s mouth moved down to her breasts, as Marty covered her mouth in a familiar kiss. Soon, however, he moved down, too, and together the men licked and sucked both her breasts at once. Their hands played on her body, stroking her legs, arms, belly and, of course, her pussy, slick with her juices.
Marty took this time to savor the flavor of Lacy’s, musky flesh. It was sweet, and delicate. He painted a path to her shaven mound with his tongue as Jerry continued to suck her breasts, alternating between them. Marty reached her nether lips and licked the length of them, parting them with his tongue. She jumped involuntarily when his tongue brushed her clit.
“Easy, doll face.” Jerry continued kissing and caressing her, keeping her sexually occupied from the waist up, while Marty took care of everything down south.
Lacy squirmed uncontrollably, and he and Jerry had a time keeping her still.
The both realized Lacy was so into the moment, no matter what they proposed, she would comply. But he and Jerry always wanted their women to have the final say.
“How about the thought of both of us licking your sweet pussy at the same time,” Marty said, as he fingered her slowly. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby?”
“Yes! Please hurry.” She reached for both men, tugging and pulling their hair and trying to kiss them both.
“Slow down, doll face. You’ll have your chance at both of us,” Jerry said. “But first, we want to please you.”
Marty slid her down on the bed until she was flat on her back. “Now, my love, you’re about to experience what your readers only read about and have been asking from you.”
Chapter Nine
This was amazing. Lacy never experienced anything like it. A world of unimagined pleasure and ecstasy. A world Marty and Jerry invited her into and were more than willing to share.
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