For Research Purposes Only

by Stephanie Williams

  Jerry was just as gentle to her as Marty had always been, if not more so. He kissed her softly as well as aggressively when she begged him to do so. Now, she lay naked before the both of them. She mentally prepared herself for the pleasure they were about to give her.

  Both Marty and Jerry stripped off all their clothes. Naked and aroused, she couldn’t think of any other place she wanted to be.

  Lying beside her, Marty caressed her breasts with his right hand. His mouth slowly descended on hers. His hard cock pressed against her thigh as his fingers rolled, pinched, and pulled her nipples gently.

  His tongue probed her mouth, twining with it. His hand stroked the soft contours of her hips and belly to her mound. He rubbed it softly with the palm of his hand, spreading the wetness that covered her pouting lips. She stirred with the touch of his hand on her clitoris, her hips rising involuntarily.

  She experienced another pair of hands gently rubbing her clit. She didn’t care whose hands they were at this point; she lay there enjoying them as they inserted into her vagina and slowly, deliciously stroked her, searching for and finding her G-spot. She rapidly approached an orgasm.

  Both men slid down her body, leaving soft kisses on the way. Once they were at her opening, Marty fingered her some more. Jerry actually licked his lips. The men exchanged glances and Jerry leaned in and sucked her hard bud between his lips.

  Lacy flew apart. She blacked out for a second. That had only ever happened with Marty. Jerry seemed to know a few tricks himself.

  After a few seconds of mind numbing sucking, Jerry rose up and slightly nodded to Marty. He gently pushed Jerry aside and took over where he left off. This time instead of blacking out, she focused on his actions and enjoyed the sensation of his hot tongue. When she was nearing what she knew would be the orgasm of her life, Jerry bent down and joined Marty in his feasting.

  “Oh Jesus!” Could this get any better? The feeling of two tongues doing wondrous things to her pussy was beyond any words she could put on paper. But she would sure as hell try.

  “I’m coming!” She grabbed both of them, pulling their hair, searching for relief. Just as she was right on the edge, they stopped and rose up.

  She wanted to scream, but didn’t have the strength. Marty grabbed her by the waist and sat her up a bit. Jerry brushed away the hair that was sticking to her forehead. Then the room grew still.

  She looked at them both and noticed a look pass between them. Marty smiled down at her and kissed her gently and Jerry did the same. They reached for each other.

  She knew where this was going and she didn’t blink one second.

  Marty and Jerry kissed each other with a gentleness she didn’t know either of them had. And strangely enough, it turned her on, so much so it pushed her over the edge, they didn’t have to touch her. The sensation washed over her like the swirl of air from a lazy ceiling fan on a hot day. Her hips rose and fell with the ministrations of their hands. Soon, her legs tensed, her back arched slightly and she clamped down on their hands as she shuddered, grunted and moaned with her second orgasm.

  As she began to come down from the peak, Marty turned her to face him.

  Both men were hard like lead pipes, and they needed to come soon. She stroked her new lover’s penis; thankful she had a man as understanding and adventurous as Marty. She moved down to take Jerry into her mouth.

  Marty stroked and rubbed the cheeks of her ass and the backs of her thighs with gentle hands. He wanted to make love to her, too.

  “I want to be inside you when I come,” Marty whispered in her ear. “But finish with our friend first. I want to see you get him off.” He continued playing with the rest of her responsive body, watching their new playmate receive his pleasure first.

  She sucked Jerry eagerly, her head moving up and down rhythmically on his shaft. Two pairs of hands explored her body while she sucked him. She licked the head, and opening of his cock. Slowly, she pulled him into her mouth again, deeper and deeper, until she took it all in. All the while, Marty’s tongue moved down and entered her wet channel.

  Although Marty often pleased her orally, she had never experienced going down on another man at the same time, and it was delicious. She pulled back and sucked Jerry slowly, and after a lifetime, or maybe an instant, he spilled into her mouth, his legs rock hard as he pushed up gently and held her head in place. After he finished, he slid out and lifted her so he could have access to her aching breasts.

  After a few moments of licking, Marty moved up to her clit again, and gently sucked it into his mouth.

  The sensation felt incredible, but nothing compared to when he began to gently strum her engorged clit with the tip of his tongue. He licked it side-to-side rapidly and gently. The sensations left her breathless. So intense, but not quite painful. She felt him place a finger, two? three? into her and begin to massage her G-spot as he licked her.

  The sensation of his expert cunnilingus, coupled with Jerry sucking her nipples, became too much, and she screamed, arching her back and coming over and over. The men held her in place, not letting her escape their terrible, wonderful tongues until she had climaxed a dozen times.

  Without giving her time to recover, Marty rose, flipped her over expertly, pulled up her hips, and entered her drenched pussy with one quick stroke. He rode her with powerful, short thrusts. As he did, Jerry moved up to the head of the bed and pulled her mouth down over his rock-hard dick again.

  Marty’s hands were on her waist holding her as he stroked her, his thighs slapping hers. He reached forward for her breasts. He massaged them none-too gently, cupping them and tweaking the nipples, and slid one hand down her belly to find her clit, stroking it roughly. Marty came first, then she, finally Jerry.

  He pulled her back, holding her against his thighs, grinding his erection into her as he came, triggering another climax for her. Spent, they collapsed together on the bed.

  ***

  Marty woke up to the sound of computer keys clicking. He sat up a bit in the bed and looked across the room. He saw Lacy at her computer typing at a furious pace. He turned slightly to his right and heard the shower going. Jerry.

  He scooted up some more and leaned against the headboard as he gazed at the back of his lover’s head. He hadn’t seen her so animated in a long time.

  He smiled. Last night had been incredible. His lovemaking with Lacy had always been off the charts, he’d never had any complaints, and neither did she. But last night could only be described as phenomenal.

  To hear the pleasure in her moans and cries and to watch her writhe in sexual rapture heightened every nerve in his body.

  Sharing her with Jerry was easier than he thought. But he knew the other man treasured her as much as he did, probably more so.

  It looked like the beginnings of a beautiful threesome. Only time would tell. But he knew if Lacy asked for some three-way fun time, he would make every possible effort to get Jerry back in their bed.

  “I hope that’s your latest you’re typing.” He got up and snatched his robe off the floor.

  “Yes, yes. I was truly inspired,” she said without turning around to face him.

  Jerry came out of the bathroom fully dressed in his street clothes. “I see our little romp lit a spark under our novelist.” He walked over to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. He stared at the screen and nodded. “Come look at this.”

  Naked with robe in hand, Marty strolled over. He peeked over Lacy’s shoulders then glimpsed over at Jerry and smiled. “I’m glad we were such an inspiration to you, love.” He put on the robe and looked closer at the screen. Hot stuff.

  “You just don’t realize.” Her finger continued to fly over the keyboard.

  “Anytime.” Jerry kissed the top of her head.

  Lacy stopped typing and turned around to look up at them. “Yes, anytime.” Marty kissed her on the lips.

  Chapter Ten

  Lacy ran to the phone, dropping the groceries in the foyer. She’s been waiting for a call
for all week. Her editor promised her she would look at her manuscript first thing and wouldn’t put it down until she finished it. She wished she hadn’t told her that because Lacy had been on pins and needles ever since. It didn’t help she’d dropped her cell phone in the toilet and couldn’t be reached.

  “Hello!”

  “Lacy, it’s Patty.”

  “Did you like it?”

  “Loved it. To be honest with you, when you first pitched the story to me, I rolled my eyes. I have seen so many ménage a trois come across my desk, and so have my colleagues. But this story is fresh. It almost reads like firsthand experience.”

  Lacy felt her face flush. It had been a week and half since that night. The experience would never leave her mind, body, or soul. Every time she thought about it, her body hummed to life.

  Marty and Jerry never brought up the night again. There seemed to be an unspoken rule in the house not to mention it. Not that the night was terrible, on the contrary. But no one wanted to ruin what had taken place with mere words.

  Would they engage in it again? That wasn’t mentioned either. It was assumed it would and to let nature take its course.

  “I…uh, did a lot of research on the matter,” she said, trying to sound as professional as possible.

  “Really? Did you interview actual couples?”

  “Uh…yeah. Plus read some books on the subject.” She gritted her teeth, hoping Patty wouldn’t press the issue.

  “I must say, I love the emotion between the three characters. They’re so close, it makes the reader wonder why they hadn’t slept together a long time ago.”

  Lacy wondered that, too. “I’m so glad you liked it, I hoped I brought a freshness to it.”

  “You did indeed. By the way, the two hunks. Who were your muses?”

  “Oh, just some dudes I saw when I was on the beach.”

  “Lucky gal that could have them.”

  Lucky indeed.

  ***

  Marty and Jerry walked in after a game of B-ball. They talked loudly, dropping their equipment and clothes all over the place.

  “Get your stuff and go take a shower.” Lacy greeted them before they touched or rubbed up against any furniture.

  “You’re not even gonna come give us a hug after a long day?” Marty asked.

  “Not until you shower.” She put her hands on her hips.

  The guys looked at each other and snickered. “Fine.” Jerry grabbed his shirt and the basketball and started upstairs.

  “Oh, guess what?” She jumped up and down.

  “What?” Marty asked.

  “My editor called, she picked up my story.”

  “That’s fantastic!” Marty came over to hug her and Jerry ran down the stairs to join them.

  Even though they hadn’t taken a shower, she welcomed the embraces. “Okay guys, you need to freshen up.” She took a look at herself and her clothes. “Great, now I need to freshen up, too.”

  “How about all of us freshening up together?” Jerry asked with a wink.

  “I like that,” Marty said. “Our shower is big enough for three or more.”

  “Just three!” Lacy said, holding up her hands.

  “Don’t worry, doll face,” Jerry said, putting his hand on the small of her back. “The two of us are all you’ll ever need.”

  Once in the bathroom, Lacy stood in awe at the men before her. She always marveled at Marty. Now, she was getting an eye-full of Jerry. She’d seen him naked that night, yet seeing him standing there left her breathless.

  Marty turned on the shower and let the steam fill the room. Once it did, Jerry opened the stall door. “You first.”

  She stepped in and waited for her lovers. She mentally took a step back. Lovers. She had two lovers. More importantly, they had one they were willing to share. They thought she was special enough to confess their preferred lifestyle, and to choose her to share in it.

  Marty stood close to her right side. He took her by the waist and brought her body against his. He moved them so they were directly under the showerhead. The hot water cascaded over their bodies and as Marty soaped them up, Lacy marveled at the erotic picture it made.

  Lacy peeked over at Jerry, who stared intently at them. The steam and the water beaded off his body. The vision was incredible. She couldn’t help herself, she reached her hand out to him.

  Jerry smiled and placed his hand in hers. He joined his friends under the water and began soaping them up again.

  Soon, they were covered in suds and caressing and kissing each other into a frenzy. Marty had to brace himself against the wall by leaning back on the stone tile. He brought Lacy with him. Nearly lying on top of his body, Jerry held her from the back to keep her from falling, too.

  He massaged her body, paying close attention to her buttocks. Soon, his strong hands kneaded her flesh. Then his lips kissed her butt cheeks. As he continued kisses and caressing her backside, Marty concentrated on her breasts and stomach. Licking each nipple slowly, running his hands over her body, just stopping short of her nether region.

  After a few minutes, they both stopped. She looked at Marty, who glanced at Jerry and nodded.

  “Do you mind if Jerry takes you from behind?”

  She carefully turned her head, so soap wouldn’t get in her eyes. Jerry smiled down at her. “No, I don’t mind.”

  Before she could get a good grip on Marty’s shoulders, Jerry had his hands on her thighs and separated them. He slowly inched his way into her wet pussy, leaning over and kissing her shoulder blades at the same time. Marty cupped her face in his hands and kissed her violently.

  Lacy grabbed hold of Marty with one hand and Jerry with the other. But they were slippery with soap. She was thankful Marty and Jerry had the wherewithal and strength to hold them all up, otherwise they would have crashed to floor.

  “I want you to take me in your mouth while Jerry fucks you,” Marty breathed into her mouth. He reached up and turned off the shower. Jerry released her, and she got on her knees. She took Marty’s length, wet with soap, water and pre-cum. She licked the very tip and Marty let out a yell.

  “Damn, woman, your tongue knows just the right spot.”

  As they all got more comfortable in their positions, Marty leaned against the wall with his hand while Jerry took her from behind, slowly entering her inch by inch.

  Lacy moaned around Marty’s penis, while Marty groaned and stuck his free hand in Lacy’s hair.

  The only sounds that could be heard were the echoes of sucking, Jerry smacking against her ass, and the moans of pleasure from all of them.

  Marty climaxed, his body tense, his hands tangled in her wet hair, hanging on for dear life.

  “Yeah, baby, that’s it. Let me come in your mouth.”

  On the edge herself, the words pushed her over. She came hard, bucking wildly, nearly knocking them all down.

  “That’s it, doll face. Let me make you come again.” Jerry hugged her by the waist and started slamming his body into her. He let out a scream and stiffened up behind her. He slid out of her and she protested with a slight groan.

  “Let’s finish this where there’s more room.” Marty picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.

  Once in the guest bedroom, he placed her gently on the bed.

  Jerry was still just as hard and dripping cum. He moved over to her and easily slipped inside with no effort at all. The feel of him was pure ecstasy. As he worked his length in and out of her pussy, she got closer and closer to another climax.

  Meanwhile she licked away the traces of cum remaining on Marty’s shaft. As Jerry fucked Lacy, Marty massaged her clit.

  When she came, Jerry held her body down by her waist, as his climax hit, too. He pumped into her, flooding her.

  After a few minutes, they headed to the shower to clean up, then fell into a blissful sleep, cuddled together on the bed.

  Epilogue

  “I love your book! Where did you get the muse for this cover?”

  Lacy
was at her third book signing in a month. Her latest, Three’s the Charm sold like hot cakes. Patty called her to let her know that by the fourth month, it would go to a second printing.

  “They’re just guys I know.” She smiled and signed her fan’s book.

  “You think you’re going to be done by four?” Marty asked, bending over and whispering in her ear.

  “I think she’s going to go overtime again,” Jerry said, as he looked through a DIY book.

  Immediately the crowd got animated as the women in line looked at Marty and Jerry. Some were pointing, others cheered.

  “Oh!” A lady said, her eyes and smile growing wide. “These must be your muses. Is the rest of the story firsthand also?” she asked Lacy and smiled even harder, along with the rest of the crowd.

  Lacy’s face heated up. She glanced up at the guys, who winked at her. “I can honestly say they were my inspiration—for research purposes only.”

  *

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  “My name is Stephanie Williams. I am a native of Los Angeles, born 45 years ago. I am a full-time home business owner in the export/import trade as well as a contract Purchasing Agent for a medical facility. I enjoy opera, classical music and am a huge history buff. Reading is my passion and it’s not unusual for me to read a book a week whether it’s War and Peace or short stories by Poe and of course romance and erotica. I’ve traveled extensively and it’s not unusual to find me celebrating Christmas in the Land Down Under with a shrimp on the Barbie.”

  Visit Stephanie online at:

  www.missstephaniewilliams.webs.com

  www.missstephaniewilliams.blogspot.com

  Janet Harrison is the number one reporter at Channel Ten News. She is also the go to woman for every mobster in Chicago. She’s their mouthpiece. When they’re ready to snitch they come to her and she is more than willing to listen—anything to put the big fish behind bars.

  And she got a big fish: Salvatore “The Lip” Valinci. She also got herself in a whole lot of trouble. She stands before Judge Fernando Gonzales for being in contempt of court for not revealing her sources. But that’s not the only trouble she’s in.