Oh Lordy, you want to fuck me! Why didn't I think of that?
"When I said we like girls," Denny murmured, moving his mouth over her face, her jaw and her neck, then worrying a sensitive patch of skin just beneath her ear, teasing it with the sharp edges of his teeth, "That means we like to fuck girls too." Nibble, nibble, nibble… "But only very special girls like you. Very special women, who… who… Well, women who really mean something to us."
The sweet kissing went on, and Laurie gave back as good as she got. But a part of her analyzed what he'd said and her mind began to whirl and slowly wonder. She felt special. She was special. And as her eyes filled with tears, it dawned on her that on this enchanted night, she was much, much more special than she'd ever been back at home, even when engaged, and almost married. Out of a clear Caribbean sky, it seemed almost as if the perfect man for her, times two, had descended from heaven.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Denny lifted his face and peered down at her, his brow crimping, "Are you all right, sweetheart?" He rested on his elbow and used his free hand to stroke her face and smooth back her hair, his touch infinitely gentle. "If we're too much for you, you just have to say. We'll take it down a notch or two. We can all just sit here in the moonlight for a while, you know. We don't have to have sex. We can just be buddies."
More tears threatened, but they were good ones. Denny and Ed were the most exciting and desirable men she'd ever met, but they were nice too. Strange and old-fashioned as that seemed.
I like nice. Nice is sexy. Very sexy indeed.
"I'm fine, Denny… more than fine," she answered, reaching up to stroke his face, then turning to smile at Ed too, when she felt his reassuring hand on her shoulder. "And I don't want to take anything down any number of notches. I like things at this level, just as they are." She swirled her hips, rubbing her belly against Denny's rigid cock.
Denny grin widened into a creamy, smug, boyish, irresistible, masculine smirk.
"That's the spirit," he growled, plunging in for more hard kisses, tongue probing wickedly, as his hands, and a couple of extra ones, began to explore.
Laurie had never felt so pampered and so caressed, and she loved the way that Ed stroked and touched Denny as he in turn stroked and touched her. They were like one delicious, fondling man-unit, eager to serve her.
"Condom, buddy," instructed Denny after a little while, his face nuzzled against her neck. She felt him reach out a hand, fingers waggling in a request for Ed to supply a contraceptive, presumably from the pocket of his jeans, or Denny's trousers.
Swiftly, Ed found one and then came to kneel beside them. Denny half slid off Laurie, and seemed to present himself for enrobing. Laurie watched, a luscious frisson of lust roiling in her belly as Ed rolled the rubber sheath onto his friend. It was a normal, fine, near-transparent one this time, not the lurid day-glow version from last night.
"What, no Technicolor dream-coat tonight?" she said, admiring the latex gleam of the form-fitting sheath where it clung to the firm flesh beneath.
"Oh no, those are heavy duty johnnies, designed for backdoor action." The men's fingers casually brushed each other as Denny checked the fit. "These are finer, so I can feel being inside you all the better." He reached for her hand, folding it in his and Ed's, around his cock.
Laurie giggled.
"What're you laughing at, you cheeky mare?" Denny gave her an arch look, his thumb stroking her fingers.
"All for one, one for all." She squeezed him lightly.
"Exactly," observed Ed, his own fingers flexing.
"Precisely," chimed Denny happily, "Now shall we get on?" As Ed slid back onto his haunches, the blond moved over Laurie, pressing his cock against her belly.
She was ready, so ready for him. He was to be her first man since the catastrophe that had brought her here alone and her first man as a woman who was free to make choices. Squirming against Denny, she nudged and encouraged him to enter her, giving back his demanding kisses to invite him in.
Had she planned to have sex on this holiday? Maybe… Had she ever anticipated it would be as strange and wonderful as this? Never… Fingers probed and nudged at her entrance, positioning Denny's erection, setting it just right against her. As she kissed, and surged up eagerly, grabbing his back and buttocks, she couldn't tell in the tangle of limbs exactly whose fingers they were. She just knew they were strong and sure and male.
And then he was in, pushing forward in a smooth, confident stroke. Laurie's eyes popped open and she gasped. He felt big, deliciously big, stretching her as he slid into the hilt. "Oh yeah," he gasped, rocking his hips, going deeper. A hand slid over her hip, gentle and encouraging, Ed's blessing.
Denny was hungry for her. He fucked her hard. All the watching and anticipating while she'd pleasured Ed had driven the blond man to distraction and a towering state of raw desire. He grunted happily as he plowed her, murmuring raw endearments and a blue streak of praise for her body and the way she felt. His hips rocked with extraordinary power, battering her against the rug and the sand beneath them, every stroke nudging hard against her clit.
Yes, Denny was fierce, and his body ruthless, but at the same time Ed's caresses, roaming over them both, were sweet and tender. The combination of wild power with exquisite nurturing made her moan, overcome and almost delirious even before she reached for climax.
The sky above was dark, yet the moon was bright, the elemental contrast an echo of Ed and Denny. Between them, they were best of everything, all she wanted. Moaning and crying out without fear or inhibition, Laurie's own hands roved over all the masculine flesh she could reach and touch: Denny's muscular, flexing back and ass, and Ed's firm thighs and caressing hands. She even explored his cock, newly hard, where he pressed himself as closely as he could against the juncture of her and Denny, sharing their friction.
The waves lashed the shoreline, each one washing Laurie and her lovers ever higher, higher, higher towards their peak. Would they reach it together? She didn't know. She doubted it. They were still three bodies, three entities, despite their union. She knew that she at least could not hold out. Her sex convulsing with delicious pleasure, she arched and climaxed, with cries of "Yes, baby… yes" echoing in her ears, in not one, but two happy masculine voices.
Even as she rippled and surged, sensation tingling in every part of her from toes almost to the tips of her hair, she felt Denny come inside her, the pulsations exquisitely distinct. He shouted hoarsely as his hips went jab, jab, jab in the familiar fast strokes, and Ed's fingers laced with Laurie's against their lover's bottom, holding him close, keeping him deep, to increase his joy.
Then it was Ed's turn. As Denny half collapsed in a heap on top of her, Ed seemed to throw himself against them, surging and rocking, pushing against their heat and their sweaty skin to massage his cock. As one, she and Denny each flung a weary arm around him, drawing him closer, including him in an intimacy that transcended penetration. Messy kisses were aimed, found their target somehow, and Ed too roared his orgasm and then subsided against them, his sticky semen spurting out onto two bodies.
"Oh my God," gasped Laurie with what little air was left in her lungs, her chest heaving as the two men both lifted free of her, allowing her to breath again. They weren't heavyweights but there were two of them to her one. She laughed aloud as the pressure eased, and she gulped in oxygen. "That was… well… I don't know how to describe it. I sort of feel as if I've been fucked by both of you, even though I haven't. It's just incredible."
"You can say that again." Flinging one arm out across the sand, Denny grabbed her hand with the other and squeezed it tight.
"Mm…" was all Ed could manage, taking her other hand. The two men were lying one at either side of her, both still breathing heavily too.
Laurie smiled at the star sprinkled heavens above her, gazing up with a sense of wonder that encompassed the sky and the earth below, and her men.
"I could just lie here all night. I feel like the proverbial million dollars." She glan
ced from one to the other, loving the dark and the fair. Really loving them in that moment, even if rationally, she knew that was absurd. She was too happy to get tearful again, but even so, what had happened moved her deeply. These beautiful men had healed her wounds, and much, much more. "Thank you. Both of you… you're amazing. I know this might sound corny, but, well, you've made me whole again."
"You're most welcome, beautiful Laurie," said Ed, turning on his side towards her and kissing her hand. His expression was luminous, and seemed to take in both her and Denny beyond her. When she turned to the blond man, she saw his eyes glittering in an odd, sweet, strangely flabbergasted way, as if he'd observed a sudden revelation that made him very happy.
"Ditto," he said, and his voice was a little shaky as he too kissed her hand.
For a long while they lay in quiet companionship, occasionally exchanging random kisses amongst each other. Even when two were kissing each other, it seemed to Laurie as if the third was somehow always still involved. There was nothing really sexual in the kisses and the touches, they were all three sated and relaxed, for the time being. But the promise of more to come was always latent.
Eventually, they shared the last of their fruity rum and gathered their clothes, all helping each other to dress. After a slow, companionable trudge back to the courtyard and the pool, Laurie followed the men into their cabana without the slightest hesitation.
After that, the three of them were inseparable. By day, they talked and laughed, and lounged in the sun, and did all the things Laurie would have done on her honeymoon and more. In the company of a pair of dare-devil scientists instead a middle manager, she got coaxed into jet-skiing, paragliding, scuba diving and hiking exploits she'd never have tried otherwise — and loved every minute of it.
When they were all too exhausted for adventures, both Denny and Ed plied her with knowledge. She learnt about volcanoes and weather patterns, and a whole lot more outside her lovers' special study areas. They discussed art, current affairs, food, films… everything.
At night, though, it was sex, sex, sex, sex… and more delicious sex. They explored "everything" there too. And far from it being strange and peculiar to combine three bodies into infinite combinations, it all seemed to happen perfectly naturally.
Laurie's inhibitions melted like the high wisps of lacy cloud in the blue skies. With Denny and Ed, she could do anything. Try anything. Ask for anything. And in return they asked and urged and suggested back at her. Sometimes certain of their anatomical acrobatics misfired a bit, and they ended in a tangled heap, with uncontrollable laughter and semen hither and thither, but that was all part of the pleasure, part of the closeness.
The only dark cloud was the fact it had to end. But on the last day, over a sumptuous dinner in the resort's finest hotel, Denny glanced at Ed, and then turned to Laurie.
"I don't want this to be the end of us," he said quietly, reaching across the china and silverware to lay a hand on both Laurie's and Ed's. "I'm not sure how we could work it, but I'd like there to be more, you know? Something beyond what we've had here."
His blue eyes were luminous and hopeful, focused on her. It was her call. The two men were already a couple, but astonishingly, they wanted to open their circle of two, and draw her in. Laurie glanced quickly at Ed, and saw the same hope in brown eyes as in blue.
"I… I don't know what to say." She didn't either. This was huge, life-changing, something she'd never imagined in a hundred years.
"Perhaps you could think about it, while we're both away?" suggested Ed, "See how you feel. I know it'll be the biggest change for you, but I feel the same as Denny." He squeezed her hand. "I don't want to lose what we've had here."
"Neither do I," she blurted out, not giving herself time to think, and not really needing it. For the first time in her life, she knew what she wanted, despite its strangeness.
As Denny began to outline the possibilities, and how they might proceed, and what they might do when they could all be back together again, her heart soared, knowing it could be achieved, and wanting it to be with every fiber of her soul.
EPILOGUE
It wasn't quite as hot as the Caribbean in Denny's London house, but it wasn't all that far off. Both her lovers, for different reasons, liked the central heating turned up high. Denny felt the cold after the steamy heat of Indonesia, and after his sojourn in icy southern climes, Ed had sworn that he never, ever wanted to feel cold ever again.
Laurie padded back from the bathroom and stared fondly at the two of them, both stretched out in the extra wide bed they all now shared. Ed had turned over, and was lying like a neat little schoolboy, his hands tucked under his chin, looking adorable, especially with the roguish goatee that was all that was left of his full Antarctic beard. Denny was lying on his back, limbs akimbo, and had spread out into the area she'd been lying in. He'd come home with shorter hair, and a leaner more weathered look, but he was still the golden god from their first holiday.
Clutching her glass of water, Laurie couldn't help but beam at them, and the way things had turned out. How many women in the world had been given the opportunity she had? She'd been gifted with the chance to start an exciting new life after being kicked in the teeth by a broken engagement; the chance to spend her days with not one, but two gorgeous loving men.
They'd all got to know each other properly during the men's absence, crazy as that seemed. Long, shared emails, online chats, and even phone calls had cemented their bond. They'd somehow reached a deeper understanding than she'd ever achieved with Jim, and when Denny had suggested she move to London, and his house, she'd not thought twice. Nor had she had the slightest qualm when he'd pulled strings to get her a job as school secretary at the exclusive private college he'd once attended.
It'd been lonely for a while, waiting, but then first Ed, then Denny had returned, and once reunited they'd become a completed picture instead of three pieces of a jigsaw.
"What are you doing loitering around there out of bed, woman?" Denny's eyes snapped open and glinted shrewdly in the darkness, even though his familiar voice was sleepy. Across the bed, Ed stirred and rolled over towards him at the sound of it.
"Just getting a drink of water," she replied, setting down the glass as Ed sat up and hitched across to make some space for her.
"Well, get back here. We've missed you." Ever the boss, Denny too slid aside to make more room, pushing down the covers and patting the expanse of sheet between him and Ed.
Laurie climbed onto the bed, not knowing which way to look and spoiled for choice between the two of them. Even though he was still half asleep Ed was sporting an erection, and Denny's cock was suddenly high and hard too. Lying down between them, Laurie gave each a loving stroke.
"Mm… nice," purred Denny, shimmying closer and pressing his lips to the side of her face, gently kissing her as his warm hand sought her breast.
Ed just nuzzled her neck and slid his fingertips down her belly and into the moist cleft of her sex.
Desire surged, and love made her glow. She wriggled against the mattress, her body alive with sensation, her face wreathed with smiles. Would she ever tire of this? Would she ever get bored with the sheer wonder of having not one man loving her but two? She doubted it. Rubbing her thumbs against each of their cocks she made them groan.
While Ed slithered his fingertip in wicked little circles around her clit, Denny's fingers in turn rolled and tweaked her nipple. Conscious thought slipped away, and raw, primal instinct took its place. The glittering prize of orgasm drew quickly closer.
Denny bent over to kiss her nipples, first one then the other, and then unexpectedly lifted his head to look her in the eye.
"You know I love you, don't you?" His voice was serious, despite what he and Ed were doing to her. "And Ed loves you too, and I think you care for both of us as well."
"Yes! Yes, I do!" she gasped, more shaken by the sudden words even than by the feeling of Ed's fingertip flicking devilishly at her clitoris.
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p; "Well, I was thinking that if we all still feel the same way in a month or two, then it might be a good idea for one of us two guys to marry you." He bent his head, and kissed her nipple again, this time drawing it between his lips for a delicate suck. "It's a bit annoying that they don't do these civil contract thingies for three people who want to get together, but I think we can make do with one wedding between the three of us as a reasonable substitute. What do you think?"
"I… oh God! Yes! Whatever!" she gasped as Ed's finger slid inside her and his thumb settled fair and square on her clitoris. Not to be outdone, Denny nipped at her, bedeviling her nipple. Whatever she'd thought she was going to say dissolved as she climaxed hard.
Sometime considerable time later, happy and glowing sticky with semen, Laurie managed to think straight enough to remember.
"Unless I'm not mistaken," she said, glancing from one man to the other, as they lay on either side of her, each propped up on an elbow, "I think I heard some kind of a proposal in there before things got a bit crazy."
"Yes, I heard it too," remarked Ed with a grin, reaching to brush her hair out of her eyes, "How about you, bro?" He stared across as at Denny.
"You heard it. I meant it. And I know Ed concurs." He glanced at the darker man, even though Laurie felt his smile encompass them both. "I know it's a bit complicated, with three of us instead of the usual… um… configuration. But I think with a bit of finagling we could make it work, together."
The men seemed to wait, and Laurie understood the expression baited breath at last. Neither Ed nor Denny seemed to breathe until she finally gave her answer.
"I'd love to… but…" Happy tears started to form, and from either side of her, her men swept the moisture away tenderly from the corners of her eyes. "Well, the question is, which one of you do I marry? Please don't ask me to make a choice between you. You choose!"
"Well, I'd be thrilled to do the honors," said Ed with a soft smile, "But seeing as how Denny's rolling in money, and is quite likely to be a lord one of these days, I think he's probably the better candidate from the point of practicality, and finances, etcetera."
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