Falling for My Dad's Best Friend

by Cassandra Dee

  Kristian took a deep breath.

  “Okay, we get it,” he said. “A bunch of pretty words isn’t going to do it, and yeah, we don’t have a plan yet,” he admitted. “But wear it in the meantime, okay? Don’t forget about us.”

  Kato and Karl growled their agreement, their faces pained with emotion, promising me the world with their eyes. But there was no reason to be so distraught.

  “Oh I’m not going to forget about you,” I said lightly, with a small laugh. “All I meant is that maybe we shouldn’t jump into marriage just now. Which of you would I be getting married to, anyways?” I asked wryly. “We haven’t even figured out that yet.”

  “What I meant is that we should live together, establish a home together, wait until things stabilize a little more before tying the knot. After all, you guys just got back and we have a lot to work out still. Abandonment issues, maybe building a relationship with Georg, with Violet, figuring out what Agatha wants from all this,” I shrugged. “Plus, you’re military men now, with real responsibilities and a family to raise,” I said. “Who knows when you’ll need to ship out again?”

  And the three men looked at each other, the silence loaded.

  “We’ve decided to remain here, in Cambodia, until you feel ready for us to leave,” said Karl slowly. “That was the big thing we agreed on. We don’t have many answers, there are still a lot of outstanding questions, but we’ve told our employer that for personal reasons, we can’t be deployed again for a couple months at least.”

  “All three of you are going to stay in Southeast Asia until the call comes?” I asked, eyebrows arched.

  And Kato broke in then.

  “Southeast Asia, Cambodia, wherever you are is where we’ll be,” he said roughly, gazing at me with hunger, need, everything in his heart. “We belong to you, and you to us.”

  And with that, happiness suffused me, a flush rising on my cheeks. There was no crystal ball, sure. There was no Ouija board with perfect answers, perfect outcomes. But what I’d been hoping for had come true. The men were here to work things out together, to stay in one location for the time being, we were a unit, we’d face the future together. And what more could I ask for? Dedicated, committed, stronger together, we were forging a future to see where the path led.

  “Karl, Kristian, Kato,” I said softly, standing up slowly, “I have a gift for you too.”

  I made my way to my bag while the men watched, their hungry eyes taking in my beautifully pregnant form, making me feel graceful, wanted, even though I was as big as a house. I bent over and pulled out what looked like a leather-covered log, about ten inches across and a foot and a half long.

  “Recognize this?” I said playfully, putting it on the ground. I rubbed my lower back for a moment. The thing wasn’t light and I’d schlepped it over from the Hotel Meridian, taking care not to let anyone see.

  Because it was a Sybian vibrator. Even though my men were gone, even though I was pregnant, I still had needs, the lust coursing through my veins at night, shivers running up and down my spine. And so I’d splurged and ordered a Sybian, a log that you fit with a dildo attachment that vibrates in your secret spaces.

  “Fuck,” rasped Kato, his eyes never leaving me. “Are you going to ride it now?” he rasped. His brothers nodded, their expressions lustful, on a hundred percent alert.

  “Yes, it’s my gift to you,” I said flirtatiously. “I’m going to let you watch as part of getting reacquainted,” I said sweetly and with that, I began shedding my clothes. To be honest, I was a little apprehensive. I’ve always been curvy yes, with a little extra here and there, but now I had a lot extra, the pregnancy making my boobs Double H’s, my hips extra-wide, my ass huge and heavily bouncing. And my stomach, well that was part of the plan.

  Completely nude now except for a pair of heels I’d slipped on, I looked at the men coyly, lasciviously licking my lips as I pulled out a three-inch attachment. The little dildo was black, ridged, and gleamed in the light, tantalizing, beckoning. I popped it into my mouth, lubing it up, running my tongue up and down the little length, sucking hungrily. By now the men had their dongs out, those fifteen inchers up and at alert, pointing straight at me, but they made no move to come closer, touch me. They respected my space, that I was in charge, that in this place, this situation, I was the boss.

  And I worked it. Moaning low in my throat, I fit the attachment to the Sybian and stood above the log, a foot on either side.

  “Ready Freddy?” I asked flirtatiously, cupping my tits, jiggling my ass at them. My pussy lips were wet, gleaming in the light and I could feel a bit of cream trickling down my thigh.

  “Ohhhh fuck,” was the only reply from the men, a chorus of moans, of anticipation, their eyes watching my every move. I could see the wet tips of their dicks shining as their hands worked up and down the massive shafts, in fact Kristian’s cock was leaking so much that a stringy loop of pre-cum was dripping off the tip, pooling on the floor, he was so excited.

  And so I wiggled, I jiggled, and slowly lowered myself onto the dildo. My pussy lips kissed the head first before parting wetly, slipping around the shaft and I sank to the hilt, burying the black in my snatch.

  “Ohhh,” I moaned, tossing my head back, eyes closed, mouth opened in rapture. “Oh oh oh.”

  And it felt so fucking good to have that little dildo in me, stretching my passage, making my pussy cream with its hard length. As a test of sorts, I ran myself up and down that hard length, pumping it for a few strokes, letting the rubber slide against my insides, stimulate my g-spot, making my cunny tingle, sparks shooting up to my nips in utter delight. Moans rang out throughout the room as the men watched ravenously, their hands a blur on their shafts, their gazes hot on my skin.

  But they had needs too.

  “Baby we can’t see very well because you’re pregnant,” ground out Kristian. “Show us your clit.”

  And I understood what he was saying. My belly was so big now that the three men couldn’t see the penetration clearly, where my flesh hugged the rubber, gripping the dildo tight as it fucked me. And so my eyes flicked open and I smiled at them coyly. Oh god, it turned me on, how the three men couldn’t tear their eyes away from my pregnant, fucked form, the dirtiness of my actions.

  “Sure,” I cooed, batting my lashes. “I’ll give you what you need.”

  And I leaned back on the seat so that my hips canted forward, reaching between my legs to pull my pussy lips apart, showing them my clit, my channel, everything I had.

  “Look at it,” I moaned, “look at the cream running down my walls, how my nub pulses for you, my hole so fucked.”

  And the men groaned in ecstasy, their hands a blur on their shafts, all of their dicks dripping semen to the floor now, the wet sucking sounds loud and obscene. And I giggled again, my clit waving in the air, nips perky against my huge, pendulous boobs, the cream spilling so hard, so hot from my channel that the Sybian was coated with honey, my scent rising in the air, blanketing us with the musk of an aroused female.

  “Hold on,” I whispered hotly. “Cause I’ve got more for you.”

  And with that, I pulled up for a moment, letting the dildo slide out of my cunt before scooting a couple inches forward and dropping back down again.

  “Ohhh!” I moaned as the dildo made its way up my ass, the squeeze so dry, so dirty, so hot. “Ohhh fuuuck.”

  Because it’s the new Tina. These men had taught me well, taught me to love anal, to use all my holes for their pleasure, and I’d eaten up every lesson, hungry for more, desperate for more. So yeah, now anal is part of the everyday menu, and I fuck myself in the behind all the time now, using dildos, vibrators, the Sybian, bottles, vases, whatever I can get up there, stimulating my little rectal canal, letting my brown pucker get filled, get fucked.

  And to add fuel to the fire, I switched on the Sybian with a flick of the finger, the little dick vibrating in my anus with a tantalizing rumble.

  “Aiee!” I shrieked, the stimulation almost to
o much. “Aiee! Aiee!”

  It felt so amazing, my anus stretched and shaking with pleasure, my cunny trembling and dripping with cream. I pinched and pulled at my nips, the tips like missiles, and spread my legs wider, leaning back so the trio could get a good view of everything going on.

  “Ahhh,” moaned Kato, his dick giving it up, finishing with a few mighty heaves onto the ground in front of him.

  “Fuuuck,” groaned Kristian, his sperm joining his brother’s on the hotel room rug.

  And Karl was last. He’d positioned a cup in front of him and pointed his dickhead at the glass. “FUUUCK!” he roared, the white jism flying in ropes to spatter onto the floor, a couple good spurts landing into the container. It bubbled and seethed in there, so creamy, so virile, that I came just seeing it.

  “Aieee!” I shrieked as my cunny and ass clenched and spasmed, seizing on the dildo in my butt, clamping down as electricity ran through my form. “Aiee!” I screamed, my entire body stiff with excitement, the energy pulsing through me in waves, running to the tips of my fingers, my toes, until I collapsed, my boobs heaving, my stomach settling, panting, exhausted, covered in a light sheen of sweat.

  And I looked at the men then, all of us stunned, speechless, sated. Because we hadn’t even touched one another, there were only visuals, and yet our cum was all around, pools of wetness, the liquid seeping into the furniture, the floor, the toy.

  “Karl,” I said as my breasts heaved, struggling to catch my breath. “What’s that for?” I nodded at the glass as the vibrator shivered its last in my ass.

  “Funny you’d ask,” he rumbled as he stood, coming towards me with glass in hand. “Because I wanted you to have a taste.”

  And obediently, I tipped my head back as he held the cup to my lips. Oh god. A sip of the white was all I needed to start coming again, the semen hot in my mouth, salty and tangy, my body shaking with lust and desire.

  But his brothers wanted more.

  “Push it into her,” commanded Kato. “Make sure she gets it in her pussy.”

  “Massage it into her cunny lips,” agreed Kristian. “The little girl’s fertile.”

  And with that, Karl dropped to his knees beside me, my ass still impaled on the Sybian and shifted me backwards gently so that my pussy was open, exposed for him. The little kitty was a deep pink and pulsing still, glossy and open, dripping with cream. And Karl chuckled.

  “A little more honey never hurt, right?” he asked while smoothing his cum onto my pussy, massaging the sperm into my folds, around my clit, teasing the nub, and then up into my vaginal chamber, his fingers exploring, questing, pushing the sweet nectar deep inside.

  And I realized then that they were marking me, branding me as theirs. Because there would never be a “boss” per se in this relationship. My efforts to assert myself, to assume the position as an alpha female were valuable yes, but it was merely me coming to full measure within the relationship, a whole woman, with a bounty to share, a beautiful body, and an intelligent, sensitive mind. But as Kristian, Karl and Kato’s “boss”? Probably not because the relationship between us was subtle, deeper, and more profound than what could be captured by that one word. Instead, we were four willing, fertile, virile and totally on-board adults with the world at our fingertips … and this was a new beginning.

  EPILOGUE

  Kristian

  Two years later …

  I looked around the Cambodian forest. It was leafy here, a jungle with immense trees, hanging vines, and all sorts of unidentifiable plants. But we’ve done well in establishing a home base, building ourselves a house and home with precision, love and care. The mansion was magnificent, a white French colonial, three stories, with grey shutters and trim, surrounded by an expanse of lawn, a pool in the back. Perfect for our growing family.

  Because at that very moment, a peal of laughter ran through the air, the joy of a little girl.

  “Higher Daddy Karl, higher Daddy Kato!” commanded Carlie as she flew through the air on her swing.

  “Me too!” shrieked Corie, pigtails bouncing as she swung beside her sister. “Me too!”

  And my brothers merely chuckled, pushing the children harder, faster, higher, reaching for the sky. But their actions were moderated by a melodic lilt that rang out across the lawn.

  “Boys!” called Tina, stepping from the front door. “Watch out, don’t go too high, Corinna and Carlton are still young.” And the beautiful brunette put a hand on her hip, smiling serenely as she took in the bucolic scene.

  Because we’re a family now, our three girls, my brothers and I. It was a little difficult at first, to say the least. After giving Tina the promise ring, we made a real effort to mend fences, to figure out what we wanted going forwards and how to go about getting it. And first was figuring out where we’d live. I guess my brothers and I figured we’d end up back in St. Venetia as a default, it was where we met after all, where we had the most memories.

  But Tina shook her head slowly.

  “I can’t, not right now,” she said somberly. “You know I just founded my non-profit here, Khmer Outreach, and I can’t leave right now, I have too many clients, too many people counting on me, whose livelihoods depend on the loans they get from my company. It’s not feasible.”

  And our initial reaction was to protest, to insist that the babies be born in Europe, in Kansas even if it came to that. But we’re better men than that now and held our tongues, considering, contemplating what our girl really wanted and needed.

  “How about Anadang then?” I said slowly. I was referring to an upscale neighborhood of Siem Reap where a lot of expats lived, with excellent medical care and plenty of people who spoke English. “Would you consider moving there? We could have the babies at the International Hospital, I know a doctor there, a buddy of mine from college. You’d still be able to work, see clients, and we could find a house to live in, big enough for all of us.”

  And Tina smiled at me then.

  “Yes, that’s a possibility,” she murmured. “I was afraid you wouldn’t understand, that you’d insist we move back to St. Venetia, but after everything? I’m not so sure that’s the best idea. So for now, let’s stay here, in this beautiful country.”

  And so we’d settled in Cambodia at least until the girls were born, Corie and Carlie joining us with loud squalls, their faces red, crying uncontrollably.

  “They’re beautiful,” ground out Kato, his face suffused with emotion as he held a newborn in his arms.

  “Absolutely gorgeous, just like their mother,” agreed Karl, looking at Tina and his new daughters with absolute adoration, a man with his heart on his sleeve.

  And me? I wasn’t much better. I could feel a lump in my throat, my chest tight, as I took Tina’s hand. But the brunette spoke first.

  “The three of you look terrible,” she teased, looking at us from her hospital bed. “It’s almost as if you just gave birth and not me,” because the three of us were crying now, tears running down our cheeks at the magnificent gift we’d just been given.

  But we had a present for her too, to show how much we loved her, how much we owed her.

  “Honey,” I said slowly, reaching into my pocket. “Take this as another promise of sorts. The first ring we gave you marked the beginning of our commitment and as we move down this path, we want to commemorate each step with something special. Karl, Kato and I,” I said through the lump, making it difficult to speak, “thought you might appreciate this token.”

  And I flicked open the velvet case to a stunning diamond inside, a huge sparkler set on a narrow band, flashing with fire and light, vivid in its intensity.

  Tina’s face was a mix of shock and pure delight.

  “Is it?” she breathed, not even daring to touch it.

  “Yes,” I confirmed. “It’s a traditional engagement ring, a five carat solitaire. We’re hoping you’ll consider our marriage proposal once again, take this as a symbol of how much we love and adore you.”

  And Tina smiled
at us, lifting the ring out of the box and sliding it onto her left ring finger where it sat snugly above the tri-color band from before.

  “Looks perfect, doesn’t it?” she murmured. “Like they always fit together.”

  “Like we always fit together,” growled Kato from the other side of the bed. “All four of us, together.”

  And we smiled at each other then, secure in our love, knowing that we had an exciting future together, filled with ups and downs, unexpected happenings, bizarre family relations, and best of us, our baby girls. Because nothing’s turned out as expected. I’m no longer a prince, I gave all that up to establish myself as a citizen, a high-profile one at that, but a commoner no less. Karl, Kato, and I, we work as mercenaries for various defense contractors, Karl and Kato as traditional soldiers of fortune, me as a geopolitical guru / intelligence consultant of sorts. I shrugged. It suits my talents and uses the skills I’d developed as Crown Prince, the negotiation tactics, the intimate knowledge I had of various regimes across the Middle East and Europe, not to mention the personal alliances I’d developed with VIPs around the region.

  Meanwhile, St. Venetia? Well the Crown was still scrambling to find an heir. It was ironic that there were three descendants of the blood living, three male heirs who’d spurned the throne, who wanted nothing to do with St. Venetian problems and politics. Because we were fed up, it was their problem and not ours any longer.

  But never underestimate the power of the Crown, or at least the shadow powers operating behind it. Because we’d received word recently that the King and Queen wanted to visit, along with particular Rothschild family members, and assorted dignitaries, an entire entourage. I think they want to patch things up with Karl, Kato and I, yes, but I also think that they want to take a look at Corie and Carlie … as potential heirs to the Kingdom.