by Robin Gideon
From a drawer beneath the bathroom mirror, she pulled out a brush and ran it through her hair. Her scalp tingled as the bristles went through the strands, reminding Lydia of how her men had held her by the hair while she sucked on them.
I was on my knees with my hands tied behind my back, sucking their cocks. She closed her eyes, imagining what she must have looked like on her knees with her mouth filled to overflowing with hard cock. I shouldn’t have gotten so excited doing that. I’m sure they think I’m just a thirty-five-year-old trashy slut for acting that way. She looked into the mirror’s reflection of her own eyes. I’m not falling in love…am I?
She stepped out of the private bathroom connected to her office to find Nick and Caleb had put their clothes back on. The red silk necktie that had been used to bind her hands was on her desk. Seeing it, Lydia decided that she’d keep it as a personal reminder, a memento of an evening of forbidden pleasures and numerous orgasms.
“Gentlemen,” she said, stepping closer, “I give up. I give in. I’m yours, if that’s what you still want.”
“Damned right,” Caleb replied.
“Hell yes,” Nick added.
She raised her hands, touching both men on the chest. “I don’t know how this is going to work, but I think we can do it.”
“Move in with me,” Caleb said. “I’m far enough outside of town where most folks can’t see who comes and goes.”
“No,” Nick said quickly. “Stay with me in town. I’ve got a big enough place for the three of us to live comfortably.”
“You’ve got a butler and a maid.” Caleb’s tone was sharp, rebuking. “How long do you figure those people are going to keep what we’ve got going a secret? This is the kind of juicy gossip New Oslo lives for.”
This was not the conversation Lydia wanted to have. Not when she was still basking in the afterglow of the most erotic evening of her life.
“Wait. Let’s stop this before it starts. This isn’t the time for an argument,” she said. “I want you. I want both of you. This is all so damned strange, so unreal in so many ways.” She looked away for a moment. “The only thing I’m completely certain of is that I can’t think straight when I’m with you men. I get the feeling that tonight, as I lay in bed all alone, I’m going to have a very difficult time sleeping.” She leaned forward and kissed Nick on the chest over his heart, then did the same to Caleb. “The people of New Oslo would burn me in effigy if they knew about us. I wish with all my heart that that wasn’t so, but wishing doesn’t change the facts.”
* * * *
Caleb took a sip of his beer, and then leaned forward, putting his elbows on the bar at The Cattleman’s Paradise.
“So you’re saying that we’re too old for her?” he asked.
Nick shook his head emphatically. “Not at all. We’re perfect for her. But she’s thirty-five and thinks she’s ancient. What we need to do is concoct some naughty adventures for her, something that’ll make her feel like she’s a teenager.”
Caleb lifted an eyebrow. “Teenager? Really?”
“Okay, that’s going too far. But we should make her feel like she’s in her twenties again, go back to a time when so many things were new.”
Caleb nodded and took another sip from his glass. “I’m beginning to see your point. But whatever it is you come up with, it’s got to be temporary. A thrill, but not the real deal.”
“Exactly. Naughty adventures that we control.” Nick took a sip of his whiskey. “I want this to work, this thing we’ve got with the three of us. I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”
“Me, too. Never saw it coming, but now that I’m knee-deep into it, I want it so much it scares the hell out of me.” He drained his glass, and the somewhat-plump bar maid, in denim cut-offs and a halter-tied blouse, set a freshly poured beer in front of him. Caleb watched her walking away, admiring the curve of her backside, and the naked legs leading to cowboy boots. “Lydia would never wear an outfit like that, even though she could pull it off spectacularly. She wouldn’t because she thinks that at thirty-five she’s too damned old.”
“Are you willing to give up your place to move in together?”
Caleb felt his insides clench at the question. While it was an absolute certainty that he wanted to live with Lydia and Nick, he wanted them to move into his ranch house. He had plenty of space in the house, and countless acres of property, for them to all live comfortably. But when he’d made the suggestion earlier, it hadn’t gone over well. Nick wanted them to all move into his place, promising that he’d get rid of the butler and the maid, but Caleb figured that couldn’t possibly work since he lived in the heart of the city. It wouldn’t take a week for the town’s busybodies to figure out that Lydia was having a live-in affair with two men.
“Let’s not make that decision just yet,” Caleb said after several seconds of weighty silence. “Right now I just want to figure out how to make Lydia as happy as possible.”
Caleb looked at Nick in the reflection of the mirror behind the bar, wondering whether it was possible to actually have a loving, committed ménage love affair. He hoped so, but the odds against true, long-term happiness seemed monumentally stacked against him.
* * * *
Lydia felt her heartbeat accelerating as she selected the clothes she was going to wear back to the office. It was nearly seven o’clock, fully two hours after closing time for New Oslo International Initiatives. Like everyone else, she had left the office shortly after five, wishing her colleagues, secretaries, and receptionist a good evening. But in the parking lot, as she was about to get into her BMW coupe, Nick had approached her.
“Come back to the office at seven,” he’d said, his dark eyes alight with mischief. “Don’t wear a bra or panties.”
Then he walked away without another word, leaving Lydia to stand there by herself, trembling slightly, wondering just what Nick and Caleb had in mind for her that evening.
She chose a loose-fitting black knee-length skirt that zipped up the back and required a slender leather belt that seemed specially made for tying a woman’s wrists behind her back. Along with that, she selected a white silk blouse, and a black, double-breasted suit coat that, she hoped, would hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Beneath it all she had a black garter belt trimmed nicely with lace, and black silk stockings. The open-toed pumps sported heels slightly higher than four inches. Even when Lydia bought them, she told herself that they were too daring to wear to the office. They practically screamed of unleashed sensuality, and that just wouldn’t do in a work environment.
Except the office would be empty at seven o’clock, with the exception of the two men who, with just a look, could make her squirm like a teeny-bopper, and make her pussy cream with anticipation.
It’s been tense between us since last we made love.
The thought brought a frown to her face and caused her lips to press into a thin line. It seemed that almost from the very moment she’d given herself to the men, telling them she was theirs in both body and soul, there had been unspoken conflicts and a general displeasure about how they were going to go about their lives together.
We’ve got to meet at the office because it’s the only place where the three of us can be together that won’t cause suspicion. How flippin’ ridiculous is that?
As she walked to her car, she was aware of the movement of her unbound breasts, and of how the silk of her blouse caressed her nipples. Her nipples were already erect, and seemingly had been since Nick had given her the command to return to the office when it would be abandoned by everyone but the guard at the front desk.
I wonder how many times they’ll make me come? She smiled at the unspoken question. With Caleb and Nick, it’s not a question of if I’ll come, only how many times.
The guard at his station smiled politely when Lydia entered the front lobby. It wasn’t unusual for the senior executives of the company to put in long hours, so Lydia’s return to the office didn’t cause so much
as a flicker of concern on the guard’s face.
As the elevator began ascending, Lydia put her hand into the pocket of her suit coat and felt the small, plastic bottle of lubricant.
Getting fucked in the ass by either one of them is going to hurt like hell. A smile faintly curled the outer edges of her mouth. With them, there’s a very thin line that separates ecstasy from agony. Across the surface of her mind she pictured herself wedged between their powerful bodies, one of them filling her slit with his incredible cock, the other plundering her ass. If not tonight, then soon. Even if I have to ask them, I will. I want it. I want to know what it’s like to have both of them inside me, taking me in ways no good woman should want. Her smile broadened. Being a good woman is a highly overrated virtue.
The elevator doors opened and Lydia stepped out into the reception area. Her office was to the right. The door was open, and she could see Nick half-sitting on her desk. Caleb was standing deeper in the office, looking out the windows down at the scant traffic of New Oslo.
As she walked to her office, Lydia’s stride hurried so that she was almost jogging. She was once again aware of the movement of her breasts, but now she also felt the scissoring motion of her thighs, and the fact that she wasn’t wearing panties.
“If you guys don’t kiss me this instant,” she said as she entered her office, “you’re both in big trouble.”
It was not a request she had to make twice. Nick grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her into his chest, then wrapped his arms around her and planted a kiss on her lips that stole her breath. As she kissed him, Caleb moved behind her, standing close enough so that she felt the hard lump of his cock pressing against her buns through his jeans and her skirt.
“Nice,” Caleb said as he worked his hips from side to side. “No panties.” His hands slipped around her body to cup her breasts. “No bra, either. Good.” He pinched her nipples lightly, and Lydia felt her passion escalating rapidly. “This is going to be a special night. One you’ll never forget.”
I can’t wait to feel them inside me.
She was still kissing Nick when Caleb pulled her arms behind her back. A moment later she felt the bite of stainless steel digging into her wrists, heard several metallic clicks, and realized she’d just been handcuffed.
Bondage again. I so flippin’ love the forbidden with these guys.
Caleb put a woman’s silk scarf around her head to blindfold Lydia.
“This is different,” Lydia said, smiling, certain she was about to be the absolute center of the sexual universe. “You men are—”
The mouth that claimed hers was masculine, demanding, making words impossible. Lydia opened her mouth as a tongue sought entrance. Hands roamed her body, caressing her breasts through her blouse, raising her skirt to fondle the naked cheeks of her ass, and the rapidly moistening lips of her pussy.
“Put her in the chair.”
It was Nick who spoke, and he did so in that commanding timbre that so thoroughly established him as an experienced Dom. This awareness made Lydia’s clit tighten and begin to throb with her pulse.
Tonight isn’t going to be making love. Tonight’s going to be all about fucking. I’ll probably have bruises to hide in the morning. The thought did not cause unhappiness. Quite the opposite, in fact. I’d be the envy of every woman in New Oslo if they knew how good I’ve got it.
Lydia did not resist as she was pushed and pulled around her desk, then made to sit in her wheeled chair. She felt scarves being wrapped around her ankles to secure them to the legs of her chair. Now she was blind and completely defenseless against anything that Nick and Caleb wanted to do to her.
“Let them in, but keep them quiet.”
Again, it was Nick who had spoken. It took a moment for the words to register in Lydia’s passion-fogged consciousness.
Them? What the fuck is going on?
“Wait. Wait a minute, Nick,” Lydia said, keeping her voice down, though she couldn’t keep the rising panic from coloring her tone. “You can’t do this to me.”
“The hell I can’t,” he replied, then chuckled softly in the faintly teasing manner that, up until that very moment, Lydia had always enjoyed.
Lydia heard her office door open and close. Her heart was pounding in her chest now, and visions of being blackmailed or publically humiliated exploded like fireworks in her mind.
How stupid could I have been to trust those men? Why didn’t I see this coming?
She heard footsteps. The word “them” indicated there was more than one person who had entered the office after she’d allowed herself to be blindfolded and put into bondage. Lydia envisioned the shame she’d bring to her family once they found out the kind of woman she had become.
“Exactly as I told you,” Nick said. “Nothing more, but certainly nothing less.”
“Don’t do this to me,” Lydia whispered. “Please. What do you want me to do? Beg?”
“Relax, my darling,” Caleb said. “Everything’s fine. Nick and I came up with an idea that we think just might amuse you, that’s all. Enjoy yourself.”
Lydia found that with the blindfold on, her other senses became more acute. Though the carpeting in the office was plush, she could hear footsteps. But how many people were there? At least two new people, she was certain, but there seemed more than that.
“Who is in this office?” She had tried to sound authoritarian, but didn’t manage it. She tested the handcuffs and found them to be secure. She’d be handcuffed until Nick or Caleb unlocked them. “Whoever has come into the office, I’ll pay you serious money if you take off the handcuffs and leave right now. I’m an Amberson. My family’s worth billions.”
“Shhh,” Nick shushed. He was standing several feet away, Lydia could tell, and to her right. “You need adventure in your life, and that’s exactly what Caleb and I are doing. Providing an adventure. One, I suspect, that you’ll never forget.”
The way that Caleb had tied her ankles to the back legs of her chair caused her pelvis to be thrust forward. Lydia felt her skirt being raised, slowly pushed up her thighs. When she tried to slide her hips back in the chair, she found she couldn’t. Nick’s skill at being a Dom had once again become glaringly evident.
She felt strong hands briefly squeezing her breasts then unbuttoning her blouse. From what she could tell, there was one man on his knees in front of her, and one on either side of her.
Man? Lydia suddenly realized that the gender of the new people in the office with her, people she couldn’t see, was not necessarily male. They could just as easily be female, and this sudden awareness made the breath catch in her throat. She wasn’t in the least bit into that whole I-kissed-a-girl-and-I-liked-it fad. She was only now beginning to accept the fact that it turned her on to be the only woman in a ménage à trois romance, so adding a lesbian twist to her newfound fetishes was definitely out of the question.
Three things happened simultaneously, and when they did, the startled cry of pleasure that burst from her throat shocked her. At the exact same moment, warm, wet mouths closed over her nipples to suck on them, and yet another mouth pressed against her pussy, then sucked lightly on her clit.
The jarring awareness that she had a mouth on her cunt, and two more pleasuring her breasts—and, more importantly, that she didn’t know who the people were, or even their gender—created a sensation in Lydia that was both passionate and panicky.
“Look at her. Look at the flush that’s come to her face.” Nick’s tone was pleased, and Lydia silently damned him for it. “She’s going to come like a firecracker.”
“Firecracker?” Caleb said. Lydia could tell that he was standing very nearby. “Hell, she’s going to come like a stick of dynamite.”
“I hate you,” Lydia said. “I hate both of you.”
“I’d believe you,” Nick replied, “if there was even the slightest bit of credibility in your tone. Since there isn’t, I’m guessing that Caleb and I are correct, and that you’re lying through your teeth.”
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“I still hate you,” Lydia said, trying the impossible by attempting to ignore the hot mouths sucking on her nipples, and the third mouth that seemed particularly adept at the art of cunnilingus. As her clit was being sucked on, she felt a finger sliding between the lips of her pussy. “I hate you…and I’m going to come.”
This time, Lydia really didn’t want to have an orgasm. She was so completely and thoroughly out of control of this situation, that she felt the only possible avenue of action to take was to refuse to respond in the manner that Nick and Caleb obviously wanted. Unfortunately for Lydia, her body had a rather different take on the situation, and how to react to it.
“Fuck!” she gasped when the contractions began, the single, coarse word echoing off the walls of her luxurious office as her voluptuous, bound body bucked and trembled through the spasms. When the last of the waves of pleasure washed over her, she whispered, “Wait. Stop.”
“Switch now,” she heard Nick say. “Exactly as I told you before.”
She heard movement and realized that the anonymous people surrounding and pleasuring her had all changed positions. Whoever had been so skilled at sucking on her clit was now kneeling by her chair to the right. The person—and she still was unclear as to the gender of that person—who had been sucking on her left breast was now kneeling between her thighs.
“Resume,” Nick said, his Dom tone enticing to the senses. “At least two more orgasms, I believe, is in order before you’re allowed to leave.” He chuckled softly. “But don’t worry. You’ll all leave with a smile on your face.”
“This can’t be happening to me,” Lydia whispered as, to her enormous satisfaction and intense horror, she felt her clit being sucked on once again.
The fact that she didn’t know who was pleasuring her so intimately added shame to her satisfaction.
Chapter Ten
Lydia looked at her wristwatch and tried to tell herself that patience was a virtue. But why did time have to slow way the flippin’ down whenever she knew she was going to see—privately—Caleb and Nick?
