Neil, Louisa - One Queen with Two Kings (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Neil, Louisa

  She took a step back, then another, until she reached the safety of the bedroom. She dropped on the side of the bed, not believing what she’d watched. Too many things swamped her mind to focus on anything except the sight she saw. Never in her life would she have believed Russ would be giving Dex head and fingering his ass. She had a passing memory of their time at the lake when she’d brushed against his anus and he’d come down her throat.

  “That’s crazy,” she said, standing and straightening her robe. “I must be wrong.”

  Thea took steady steps back to the living area, hoping both men were gone. Instead, she saw a completely different scene. Russ was leaning over the railing, looking toward the mountains, his pants around his ankles. Dex held him by the hips and was fucking Russell’s butt. This was no mistake. Her husband was fucking his best friend. She could see Russell’s hand pumping his own cock in front of him, in time to Dexter’s thrusts. She wanted to scream that this was wrong, that Dex was supposed to be hers.

  It seemed to go on forever in her mind, but in reality, it was probably only a few minutes. She watched Russ pump his load into the air and then his cum land on the deck. Dex pulled his cock from the other man’s ass, shooting his cum on his buttocks. The men held still for a moment, and she retraced her steps back to the bedroom.

  Thea was horrified. This was a bigger betrayal than Lloyd setting her up. All the time Dex and Russ were gone, she’d worried and mourned for them, and now she realized they’d been literally fucking and sucking their time away on the island. She didn’t want to believe they were making love, that would be worse. Anger welled up within her, and she wanted to break something, but then they’d know she was awake. One side of her didn’t care if she interrupted their little love scene, but the other side of her wasn’t ready to deal with it yet.

  She heard footsteps coming toward the bedroom and quickly stripped off her robe and slid under the covers. She lay on her side, facing away from Dexter’s side, and pretended to be asleep. She heard him washing up in the bathroom, then felt the bed shift when he moved beside her. His arm reached around her waist and settled her in front of him. He seemed to fall asleep instantly.

  That’s because he was all sexed out, she decided.

  Thea didn’t want to cuddle, even if he had thought to wash before coming back to her. She lay board straight hating Russ and Dexter for too many things. Mainly for not refraining from their sex games when she was nearby. Or was that the plan, to let her stumble upon them?

  Too many emotions and thoughts went through her mind, and when Dexter’s breathing was even, she managed to pull from his grasp. Thea went to the living room, revived the fire, and sat in a large club chair beside it, wondering what the hell had happened to her life. The one thing she did know was that she wouldn’t be in bed tomorrow when Dexter woke with his morning erection and wanted relief.

  Let him go find Russ, she decided.

  There were choices to be made. She could leave, but she wouldn’t run away in the middle of the night, even if it was easier for the men. She could confront them about what she saw and see what kind of excuse they told her, and then she would leave. In reality, she decided she wouldn’t do anything drastic just yet. She wanted time to think through the situation and her options. With all the publicity going on around them, if she left now, the press would have a field day with conjecture. She didn’t want to think about the tabloid headlines or what Lloyd would tell the press to discredit them all if he found out.

  Thea sat debating her fate, wondering what her grandmother would have done in her place. She laughed aloud, figuring Theodora probably would have joined the men. And that was her thunderbolt moment. What would happen if she joined the men? Would they accept her as a third? She’d never been in a three-way before. Did she want to try it? At least it wouldn’t be with strangers, but right now these men were strangers to her. Could she handle it if they rejected her? Then she would know Dexter and Russell would be on their own and she’d leave, move ahead with her life as she’d been telling herself to do the last two years.

  As night turned to early morning, the same question kept coming back to her. Should she say something or let it go and see if they approached her, and if they did, would it be the two of them or the three of them?

  She had a fleeting thought of calling Grace to talk it over with her, but Thea didn’t want to out the men without more information. Besides, with the way Grace and Alex had been looking at each other the last few days, she might be interrupting them together. No, it would be best to hold this information and see what the new day brought.

  What she really wanted to avoid was telling anyone, even her best friend, that her husband was gay—or bi, she decided, remembering how he’d made love to her and how they’d fucked and sucked in the last days since he came home. Was that it? Did Dexter become bisexual, or was he always and had kept it from her? Was she just a different body to lay? From one perspective, she realized that she and Russ would provide very different things for Dexter, the man. Did having both of them complete his needs? What were her needs? Could she look them both in the eye tomorrow and not let on what she’d seen?

  So that left her alone again with the knowledge she didn’t want to know. But she was smart enough to understand once you know something you can’t go back as if it didn’t exist. She closed her eyes, willing it all to have been a bad dream—the plane crash, Lloyd, and finding out her competition for her husband’s affections was his best friend whom he’d spent the last two years with, alone. Would she have dealt with this betrayal better if it was another woman? At least a woman she knew how to compete against. Her head was pounding, and she thought to get some aspirin, but it was in her bathroom, and she didn’t want to take a chance waking Dex. Thea willed herself to clear her mind and fall asleep.

  Thea couldn’t sleep, her mind going over the possibilities. What would be her reaction if Dexter came to her and told her the truth? She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of breaking down in front of him. This was another crisis that she’d have to stand tall and rise above, if only not to let herself go crazy completely. The last thing she wanted was to be a screaming shrew. No, if they were going to break up, she’d try to do it with some amount of dignity. Thea realized she had to decide where her line of no return was. What was her line that when crossed was too much for her to deal with?

  Dexter woke alone. He took a moment to stretch his limbs and punched his pillow, settling back into the comfortable cocoon of blankets. He figured Thea would be back. Maybe she was making coffee. Coffee in bed and a quick morning session of making love to his wife seemed like a plan. But the longer he lay there, the more his conscience became torn.

  He and Russ had often debated about what their family and friends were going through while they had been missing. They’d agreed many times that their sexual escapades would end automatically if they ever got home. Yet last night, restless and hungry, he’d left Thea sleeping to raid the refrigerator. It was another of the little things he’d missed. Their steady diet had been water, fish, and the occasional piece of fruit, if they could get them down from the trees. He swore he’d never eat mangos again. Nor would fish be his first choice for any meal.

  Dexter hadn’t expected to find Russ doing the same thing. They’d shared cold milk from the gallon jug and started to reminisce about what foods they wanted to taste next. Their hushed comments led to laughter and a quick hug as Dexter was heading back to bed. But the hug had turned into an embrace. They’d pulled away, Dex feeling guilty, but he didn’t separate from Russ. Instead, they’d wandered to the deck, the cool air welcomed by both of them. Standing side by side looking at the mountains, their conversation started out stilted.

  “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this view,” Dexter said.

  “I’ll never take a vacation to a tropical location again,” Russ reinforced with a laugh.

  “I’ve still got sand in places sand shouldn’t be.”

  “Like I don
’t too!” Finally, they laughed easily. “I still can’t really believe we’re home, back in civilization.” Russ shook his head.

  “Thea keeps saying she’s afraid this is a dream, and so do I. I’m afraid I’ll wake up and be back on that lousy island.”

  “Me, too. Those are my worst nightmares,” Russ admitted.

  “We have to let them go,” Dexter told him, adding, “Along with other things from the island.”

  “I know, Dex. I’m horny and want you, but I see Thea and long to fuck her too. If I ever got the go-ahead, I’d bury my face between her legs and lick her until she couldn’t come anymore.”

  “I’m working on that very activity. Can you believe I fell asleep on her tonight? I was so excited about getting her in bed tonight, but by the time she came from the shower, exhaustion got the better of me. I never felt her come to bed. When I woke, I felt guilty for being exhausted.”

  “We’ve all been through a lot these past days. Exhaustion is to be expected.” Russ dropped his arm over Dexter’s shoulder. “When we fantasized about being rescued, the reality of it never entered my mind. I pictured it all as one long welcome-home party.”

  “Well that’s kind of what we’ve gotten. I never would have believed what she went through when we were gone. I pictured her grieving but moving on with her life. We knew we’d have to deal with the sabotage to the plane, but it was a cruel awakening to find Lloyd admitting it and trying to marry her to take over Wainwright Industrial.”

  “She didn’t let it happen, Dex. She was smart enough to see through him. And you know she never slept with him.”

  “Yeah, I know. But I’ve got another problem.”

  “What is it, Dex? What’s wrong? Is there a problem with you and Thea?”

  “No, not the way you’re thinking. It’s a problem about you.” Dex reached his hand to hold Russell’s arm in place. “It’s a strange quandary, my friend. When I’m with her it’s heaven, but I keep thinking about you. Wondering what you’re doing for sex. Remembering what we did to and for each other these last two years. I thought I could walk away from it, but I keep thinking about how we moved together. I truly want to let that all go, but can’t.” He let out a sigh.

  “In the back of my mind I assumed I’d figure out a way to get the best of both worlds. That we’d find some way to keep what we had and still keep Thea without her knowing. Now I feel guilty having sex with my wife when you don’t have another outlet besides masturbating.”

  “Masturbating all the time.” Russ laughed. “Kinda like being back on the island.”

  “On the island, we found other outlets.” Dexter glanced to Russ. It was a look that had crossed between them many times in the last two years. It conveyed need and heat, longing and pleasure. Dexter shook his head. “I feel guilty, like I should be sharing Thea with you.”

  “I think that’s a decision she’ll have to make. And I’ll live up to my promise. If it will make life easier for you two, when things are settled, I’ll move out west and start over there.”

  “I don’t think I could bear letting you go across the country. We’ve been best friends for twenty years. How do we let that relationship go?”

  “There’s going to come a point when we’ll have to, if you and Thea want to have a normal life.”

  “I’m not sure what normal is anymore.”

  “Where’s Thea, still asleep?” Russ asked, reaching in front of Dexter with his other hand. He dropped it to his crotch and stroked Dexter’s cock through the sweatpants. “You’re hard already. Is that for me or Thea?”

  “It should be for Thea, but I’m realizing you’re like an addiction. I just can’t walk away. What does that make me, Russ? I’m madly in love with my wife, and I love you also. I want us to continue our private relationship, too. I guess I want it all, and in reality I can’t have both.”

  Russell pulled from Dexter’s body and dropped before him. As he descended, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of Dexter’s pants and drew them down to his ankles. Dexter’s cock sprang free, fully erect. He glanced down and watched Russell capture it with his hand and feed it between his lips. Dexter let his head drop back on his shoulders and let his friend make love to him. It amazed him the difference in getting head from Russ to Thea. Both were wonderful and intense, but both were vastly different.

  “You’re getting harder, Dex. I can taste you already.”

  “I’ve been missing you. Even with Thea beside me, I’ve been thinking about you locking your lips around me and drawing me down your throat.”

  “Glad to be of help, if”—Russ used his hand to pump Dexter’s cock while he spoke—“if you screw my ass before you come.”

  “Anything you want,” Dex uttered, gently pushing Russ’s mouth back to his cock. “Suck me a bit longer and then I’ll fuck you.” He longed to feel the pull of Russell’s lips, swallowing him farther and farther down his throat. “Russ, you’ll make me come soon. If you want me to do you, you’d better stop.”

  Russell took one last long pull on Dexter’s cock and rose before him, his hands roaming Dexter’s naked body. Turning his back to Dexter, Russell dropped his pants and braced his weight on the deck railing. “Fuck me, Dex. Don’t be gentle. Fuck me like you mean it, like you can’t live without it.”

  “I’m not sure I can live without you anymore,” Dex said, grasping the other man’s hips, tugging him closer.

  Dexter’s cock was still slick with Russell’s saliva, and he didn’t waste any time. Russell braced his weight against the railing, using his hands to reach back and pull his butt cheeks wide. Dexter groaned, and with one hand on his cock and the other on Russell’s shoulder, pushed his cock into the other man’s body in one smooth motion. He stilled so he wouldn’t come, taking a few deep breaths before starting to fuck him, taking first slow then fast thrusts.

  “Oh, Dex, I’ve missed this. Yanking my cock just isn’t the same. You fill me beyond full.”

  “If you keep clenching your anus around me, I’ll come right now.”

  “It’s automatic, my friend.” Russell’s words were short and his breathing uneven. “Once your cock is in my ass, I need to pull it deeper.”

  “Are you pulling your cock? Are you hard?”

  “Of course. I got hard the instant I dropped to my knees before you.”

  “Damn it, Russ, I’m going to come. I don’t think I can hold back.”

  “Then come, Dex, come inside me. The rest of the night I’ll feel your cum slipping from my body and remember how this felt.”

  Dexter grasped Russell’s hips a second time and held him tight to his cock, his hips jutting forward. At the last second, he pulled from Russell’s butt and sprayed his cum onto his cheeks. He came with a loud groan. Russ had just spurted his cum on the decking in front of them. Dexter pulled Russ back to his body and held him tight, until both men were breathing normally. He stood behind his friend for a long time, his chin resting on Russ’s shoulder.

  “Now I’m tired,” Russ joked.

  “Me too.” Dexter took a step back and bent down. He grasped Russell’s pants and pulled them up his legs. Then he reached down a second time and drew his pants up his legs.

  “I’m going to have to wash up before going back to bed. Thea will smell you on me.”

  “Maybe one day your aqua queen will accept the three of us together. Maybe she’ll understand that it wouldn’t take anything away from your relationship. It would be more like adding another set of hands, lips, and a second cock to your play time.”

  “Maybe one day, but right now I don’t have the courage to tell her about us. I feel like it would be the last straw for her.”

  “I understand, Dex. If you mention it at all, it will be at your discretion. In the meantime, while we’re here, I’ll keep my distance. If you want me, we’ll go for long walks or wait till she’s asleep.”

  “Maybe you should just join us in bed tomorrow night and see what happens.”

  “I think sneaking up on
her isn’t the right approach. Thea’s a woman who thinks things through. We have to let her make an informed decision if you want to continue. If not, this will end between us.”

  “Get some sleep, Russ. I’m mind boggled, and my cock is starting to stir again.”

  “You doing me or me doing you?”

  “Both, either, fucking each other with one of us inside Thea. Can you imagine? If my cock was in your butt and you were inside her, it would be like I was fucking her.”

  “Go to bed, Dex, or I’ll drop back to my knees and suck you again.”

  “Night, Russ. Don’t make any decisions about moving for a while. Let’s just see what unfolds in the next weeks.”

  “Okay, no snap judgments to move away.”

  “Good, sleep and I’ll see you in the morning.”

  “Don’t forget to wash up.”

  Dex was heading toward his bedroom and lifted his arm in acknowledgement. Back in his room, he checked on Thea. Her breathing was patterned, and he decided she was in a deep sleep. Slipping into the bathroom, he washed without turning on the light. Then he slid back into bed beside her and dropped his arm around her waist, tugging her back to rest against him. In her sleep, she grumbled and moved from him. He let her go and scooted closer to spoon her.

  Dexter knew his next step was a calculated risk. To tell Thea about him and Russ might have her leaving him. Could she understand, or would she walk out? After tonight’s episode, he acknowledged his feelings for Russ were too great to ignore. Would Thea accept that he’d become bisexual, probably always was and never gave in to the want. He’d actually made it home to her, and he should be happy and relaxed, not worried about confronting her with his newfound needs.

  Finally, he fell asleep, his mind full of problems but his body relieved. His last conscious thought was what would she do if she found out about him and Russ, and would she leave him or join them.

  Chapter Seven

  Dexter had lain there as long as he could. He’d been thinking about fucking Russ last night and stroking his cock. He was on the verge of coming, hoping Thea would come back to bed, but she hadn’t. He threw back the covers and stood tall, stretching to his full height. In the bathroom, he pulled his cock until he came and then washed up. He thought to shave and decided against it.