"I'm on my honeymoon, actually."
Both men had the grace to look taken aback. Denny blinked. "But… don't you need a husband for that? Where is he?"
Laurie took a big breath. She felt oxygen starved. "I don't have a husband. I nearly did have one… but the guy I was engaged to told me he was going to marry his pregnant girlfriend. And he waited until two weeks before our wedding to inform me of th… that!" Her lip quivered. She fought to control it, but it was getting hopeless. "So there you are. I'm honeymooning alone because it was too late for a refund. And I've left that fuck bastard to make the arrangements for selling our house and sorting out everything else. To hell with him!"
It'd been more superficially civilized than that, but Laurie didn't care how it sounded. The grief and anguish and shock broke over her all over again like a great wave crashing over the white beach just a couple of hundred yards away. She began to gulp and sniff and sob, and descend into being a complete mess, longing for the ground to open up, allow her to drop in, and cover her up again.
She was a pond of shame and distress, isolated by her state of rejection. Until Denny's warm, white-clad arms folded around her, and she found herself clasped against his firm chest and enveloped in a delicious cloud of his spicy male cologne. Even as she still gulped and sobbed, she was aware of Ed swiftly crossing the gap between his chair and the sofa, and dropping his knees in front of her. While Denny hugged her, his lover stroked her back and her forearm in a slow, soothing rhythm.
Laurie had no idea how long they rocked and comforted her. It could have been minutes; it could have been hours. She only knew that their attention, even just their presence, was far more of a panacea than the commiserations of her girlfriends had been, and even gentler and more tender than the response of her family.
Enclosed in a circle of warmth and silent understanding created by two virtual strangers, she suddenly felt the ice shell she'd formed round her heart starting to melt. A carapace she had barely been aware of, that she'd erected to keep herself sane, but which she suddenly realized that she didn't need as much. Not now.
"What a despicable, idiotic fuck," growled Denny, breaking the silence, "How the hell could he do that to a gorgeous woman like you?"
Laurie laughed, and dabbed at her eyes with her free hand. The one Ed wasn't caressing.
"He is… yes, he is a despicable idiotic fuck, you're right there."
"Exactly," concurred Ed, "And he doesn't deserve a woman like you. You're obviously far better off without him."
They were just being nice, but still it felt good. The way they spoke of her, describing her as gorgeous, made her spirits soar.
Settling down, she found herself smiling. "It's funny… the way you two call me 'gorgeous' and all. Surely you really think that… well… you each think the other is gorgeous, not some leftover woman who blunders in and makes an exhibition of herself?"
Denny took her by the shoulders and set her a little away from him, staring into her eyes with his, that were as clear and blue as the beautiful skies outside were at midday. Ed took her hand very firmly, and when she stole a quick glance at him too, his eyes were very intent.
"Newsflash, beautiful Laurie," said Denny gently. Then he leant forward and pressed a quick light kiss to her lips. As their mouths made contact, Ed's thumb stroked against her palm, just as lightly, "Just because Ed and I are together, and we share a sexual relationship, it doesn't mean that we're not attracted to women sometimes too." He kissed her again, and this time, simultaneously, Ed kissed the palm of her hand. "And we especially like sexy women who aren't afraid to join in when we're playing a little game." His eyes flirted briefly to the spot on the rug where he and Ed had stood last night, fucking.
"Especially nice women who've been done over by bastards and who deserve a bit of fun and sexual pampering to take their mind off things…" It was Ed now, and he punctuated his observation by slowly licking the palm of Laurie's hand in a way that left no doubt what he was mimicking.
Between her legs, a pulse of desire woke and fluttered. In her chest, there was a commotion in her heart, a tilt-a-whirl of wonder and anticipation.
This is it. This is it.
Even after last night, she'd not believed anything could happen with these two. A part of her mind still didn't quite believe last night had been real.
But it had been real, and this was too. She could feel the touch of Ed's nimble tongue; and see the mind-bending blue of Denny's eyes. "Do you dare?" he said soft and low, inflected with challenge.
It was the tipping point. She could draw back now, just go. They'd understand her reticence, and think, well, just another shy girl who isn't quite up for it, no problem, maybe we'll find someone else.
Or she could stay, plunge in, and give herself over to them and whatever they wanted to do with her. They seemed decent guys, the type that wouldn't really hurt her. But still, but still.
Denny eased her closer to him, taking her mouth again, using a kiss as the challenge this time, inviting her to respond.
Laurie hadn't really had a lot of sex before. There'd been Jim, obviously, but regardless of whether he was randy as a goat with Melanie, he'd seemed almost under-sexed with her — and definitely not that imaginative. Before him there'd been two or three boyfriends over the space of her adult life, all of them seeming like a serious thing at the time, but later fizzling out. And in each instance, she'd not really been to cut up about it, not from a sex point of view. With Jim, she'd been fond of him, and somehow bewitched by the idea of something permanent and lasting, and the idea of being in love rather than actually feeling it. So she'd overlooked the shortcomings that now seemed so obvious.
But this was completely different. A desire and an adventure she'd never be able to overlook or forget. If only she had the boldness to reach out and grab it.
Do you dare?
Yes, I do! I do!
Reaching up, she dug her fingers into Denny's silky curls, and opened her mouth to his, meeting his tongue when it plunged in, warm and hungry.
Yes! Not two but three silent voices seemed to chorus the word; those of the men, cheering her on, and her own inner voice proud of her own courage.
Denny kissed hard, kissed hungry, kissed dominant. Again, savoring his onslaught, Laurie almost wanted to laugh at the misleading quality of appearances. His fey, pale clothes and golden looks concealed the heart of a predator, and even the fact that he'd "received" last night probably only meant he'd demanded that his partner service his needs.
He held on tight to her, a hand at the nape of her neck, another on her shoulder, making her accept his kiss in a thrilling, primal way. He tasted of wine and honey and new beginnings.
And all the time, Ed was at work too, at first gently kissing her hand as if it were a holy artifact, but then, suddenly, on the move. As Denny kissed and subdued her, Ed began exploring. Still kneeling, he settled his hands on her thighs, one each, on the outside surfaces, slowly sliding them upwards, then down again, and then up, tantalizing her. Laurie sighed into Denny's mouth, feeling the urge to open her legs, and lift her bottom, to allow Ed more access.
"Good girl," whispered Denny, his lips starting to roam too, as he gently pushed her so she was leaning against the woven back of the settee. He kissed her brow, her cheek, and a sensitive spot beneath her ear, then tracked down the side of her neck, on and on down until he nipped at a spot just above her collarbone. As his sharp teeth plagued her, Ed's hands were down below, sliding between her thighs, urging her to open her legs, and to open her heart and self to the pair of them.
"Relax," urged Denny, still nibbling. Laurie could feel his fingers at work at the nape of her neck, then before she had time to stop him — not that she wanted to — he unfastened her halter top. Peeling it down, he exposed her breasts in her flimsy strapless bra.
A momentary dark cloud drifted into view. Melanie had huge boobs, and she imagined Jim, who was a breast man, fiddling and playing with them. Laurie's own breasts w
ere smallish, nicely shaped, but not an enormous handful. But as if he'd sensed her qualms, Denny uttered a hungry masculine rumble of appreciation.
"Mm… so nice, so very nice…" Cupping her, he ran both thumbs over her nipples, teasing her through the lightly forming Lycra of her bra. "Look, Ed, aren't these just the most beautiful breasts you've ever seen? Oh God, I love women with pretty little tits… and wicked hard nipples."
Laurie closed her eyes and rolled her shoulders, loving the way he teased and played with her, and silently begging for him to bare her breasts completely.
"Let's have this off, shall we? And get a better view."
Despite the fact he had a male lover it was obvious that Denny knew his way around a brassiere. In less than a second, hers was unhitched, whipped off and flung cheerfully across the room, out of the way.
"Yes, that is better. Much better… Much, much better…" His fingertips drifted over her flesh, teasing each nipple, flicking at them, and then suddenly, he was reaching behind her, gripping her upper arms, drawing her shoulder blades together so that her breasts were lifted and presented.
Laurie's eyes shot open. The move wasn't what she'd expected, but it was stunning, thrilling. The sense of exhibition reminded her of what she'd done last night, showing herself to them. Only this time she was being shown, exposed and offered to Ed's hungry lips. She saw the quickest of glances pass between the men, and he came up on his knees and leant forward, drawing her left nipple into his mouth and sucking hard.
As he did so, Denny nipped at her neck again, teasing delicately with the edges of his teeth. "Isn't this nice?" he murmured, between nips.
Nice? It was incredible. Like nothing before. With Denny worrying her neck, and Ed's mouth tormenting her nipple, Laurie just couldn't keep still. It was like the men were creating an ever growing circuit of desire inside her body, energy bouncing from her throat, to her breasts, to her pussy. Between her legs she felt swollen and tense, ravenous for pleasure.
"Do you like it, Laurie?" taunted Denny, his voice and breath warm against her skin, "Do you like commanding the services of two men? Feeling two mouths paying homage to your beauty?"
Laurie didn't know what to say. She barely could say anything. She just wanted to groan and gasp and wriggle about.
Sliding his hands down her arms, Denny caught both her wrists in a single-handed grip, then reached out with his freed hand to caress her other breast. He pinched, lightly, and then rolled her nipple to and fro, to and fro between his fingertips, somehow managing to match the rhythm of Ed's sucking, teasing lips.
"Oh, God!"
Laurie couldn't keep quiet any more. It was harder and harder to keep still. Getting desperate, she bore down on the seat beneath her, parting her thighs further. Ed laughed softly, his breath wafting her breast, and Denny said, "Good girl… good girl… that's it… show us that you want it."
Laurie bore down harder, gasping for breath, willing one of her enterprising swains to take off her panties. No, more than that. She wanted one of them to rip her knickers off, tear them off, wrench them from her body and jam a hand between her legs. She didn't care which of them did it as long as one of them did.
"What shall we do now?" Denny, as ever, was the spokesman, and he punctuated his words with rougher, wickeder tweaks, "Tell us what you want and we'll do it. We're your slaves, beautiful, beautiful Laurie."
No, you're wrong. I'm your slave. I'll do anything, anything you want of me.
It was a new state of mind. She was a new Laurie. She'd morphed into a woman whose daring and hunger thrilled her; a woman who wasn't afraid to have the pleasure of two men.
She was even a woman who could say outrageous things.
"I want you to touch my pussy and bring me off!"
"Oh, you're a wicked, dirty, gorgeous woman," growled Denny in her ear, "and I can't think of anything… or anyone… I'd rather do right now."
"Not even him?" she gasped, nodding at Ed, kneeling before.
"Don't worry. He'll get his turn. And he'll enjoy it all the more if you're there too." Denny was so in charge, so dominant. His voice and his fingers thrilled her. "Now, come on, buddy," he said, turning his attention to his partner in lust, "Let's get this delicious hussy's knickers off and show her what we can do."
Ed chuckled, gave Laurie's teat a last little nibble, and then sat back on his haunches, reaching for her panties. He slid his thumbs beneath the elastic, then paused and gave her an odd little look. With a slight nod, he withdrew for a moment, and in a swift, efficient movement, whipped his dark cotton top off over his head, baring his chest.
"There you are," observed Denny cheerfully, "Something pretty to look at while you come."
Pretty? Well, that wasn't the first word she'd have chosen. Gorgeous was more accurate. Hunky… Desirable, absolutely and completely…
Ed's skin was rather pale, but it had a creamy, healthy sheen, and his muscles were lean but crisply defined. He had very dark, pert little nipples and Laurie suddenly longed to repay the compliment and kiss them. But it seemed she wasn't going to get the chance just yet, because the men were clearly all about her for the time being.
With all the ruthlessness she craved, Ed peeled off her panties, efficient, but impatient. He flung them away with a flourish and took hold of her thighs, prizing them wide apart and exposing her in a way that made her gasp. She'd never been this open, this… this presented before. It occurred to her how staid her sex life had always been, but it didn't bother her. She was certainly making up for it now, especially with Denny's lips against her throat in a renewed, nibbling kiss, and his fingertips twirling around her nipple as Ed surveyed her pussy.
"Exquisite," murmured Denny.
"You bet," echoed Ed.
As if she needed any further proof that these two unusual men liked women as well as enjoying their own gender, Denny suddenly clutched at her hand and conducted it to his groin. He was hard as rock and huge inside his pale trousers.
"See, what did I tell you?" His teeth grazed her neck, and he caught his breath as she squeezed him, a reflex action. "And look at Ed too. He's dying to taste you."
It was true. Ed's erection was pushing hard at the zip of his jeans, deforming their smooth snug line.
"It's all right. I believe you," gasped Laurie, her entire body filled with energy and desire. She edged forward where she sat, opening herself wider. Her pussy felt as if was screaming for touch, for attention. "Please get on with it!"
Both men laughed. "With the greatest of pleasure," growled Ed, plunging forward, ready with hands and lips and tongue to obey her.
A sensation of her own power made Laurie's heart sing. She was at their mercy, and yet at the same time she controlled them. They were hers, to give her pleasure, and to worship her. She felt herself smash through yet another barrier of her grief and disappointment, and burst through to another realm of joy and confidence.
Sliding his hands beneath her bottom, Ed angled her hips so he could get at her better, and then dove right in, nuzzling at her pussy. At the same time, Denny too applied himself to the heart of the matter, reaching down to deftly part her curls for his friend.
"Oh God, oh God," Laurie groaned as Ed's hot mouth found her flesh.
She started to wriggle. She couldn't help herself; the sensations of Ed's lapping tongue were so exquisite. But Denny held her firm, one arm slung around her middle, the other on her thigh, holding her apart so his lover could gain better access. For a moment his hand drifted to Ed's short brown hair and he ruffled it, seeming to complete a circle of intimacy, joining them all.
Laurie still squirmed, but they held her firm and close, strong arms steadying her, protecting her. The three of them were one being, devoted to her pleasure, their focus Ed's nimble tongue, flicking, flickering.
She closed her eyes, arching, lost in a world of sweet sensations, touch, sound, and scent. Every sense was acute. Her own gasps and moans echoed around the room, blending with Denny's murmurings of encoura
gement, and Ed's hungry little grunts of appreciation. She could smell, quite distinctly, the different colognes of the men: Denny, rich and spicy, Ed, crisper, blue, Alpine somehow. And she could smell herself, hot and foxy, drenched in desire.
And still Ed worked her with his tongue, merciless yet bountiful, attacking her clit with exactly the pressure and variation that she needed. One moment it was dabbing hard, the next like a hummingbird's wing fluttering, sometimes mixing things up by furling to point and dipping into the entrance to her vagina.
"Oh please, oh please," she burbled, not quite sure what she was begging for, but getting it anyway when Ed brought his fingers into play as well as his mouth. He thrust two into her firmly, coasting in on her copious silkiness, while at the same time sucking hard on her clit.
Climaxing hard, Laurie let out a shriek, part of her mind dimly wondering what the playmates in the other cabana would think, as surely they could hear it.
But the other part of her mind, the greater part, was lost, lost, lost, soaring high on a great gust of glowing white bliss as she jerked and bucked in the men's hold, all the time hearing Denny's chant of pride and encouragement in her ear.
It seemed to go on for an indeterminate period, rising and rising, filling her with pleasure and power and a joy unalloyed. Even when it began to ebb, she wasn't sad. No post orgasmic melancholy. She just subsided back onto the sofa, a huge grin on her face and an exquisite satisfied glow between her legs.
To bracket the experience, she received two kisses. One came from Denny, a touch of his lips to the corner of her mouth; one from Ed, a reverential little buss against her sticky pubic curls.
"There, do you still think we only like men?" His brown eyes glittered as he looked up at her, his mouth still only inches from her pussy.
Laurie laughed. She was still catching her breath and blown away by intense, sweet, aftershocks. "Well, you either do like women or you're a pair of geniuses at hiding your aversion, and that's a fact."
"No aversion, sweet Laurie. None at all," said Denny, giving her a strangely sexless, almost brotherly hug, "You're gorgeous and delicious." He flashed his friend a broad, wicked wink, "As my compadre here can no doubt now attest."
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