Unconventional Reasons: A Reverse Harem Love Story

by Saint, Olivia

I want you

  Vicki, I cannot refuse you in this wish

  Fuck me hard and deep

  He is an artist. When he is fucking me, I'm, feeling like he is creating his new masterpiece. His brush is mighty, his powerful instrument, how cleverly he rules it, as he commands a magic wand. I felt myself a part of something unearthly, a part of the universe. Yes, my angel, don’t stop, do it again and again…He is my masterpiece.

  31 of December. New Year.

  Today is a New Year. I’m here with my friends ready to celebrate. Today I heard so many compliments from everybody, even from two men in a metro. Seems like I do not look tired anymore. Maybe the weekend loves making me so different. I think love and attention are the best spa for each woman. Nothing changing us so much. I'm feeling a light from inside. This bright light which gives to woman real man, and doesn’t matter how old is she if she still can produce a light why not to do it. Everybody was asking me that I look super fresh and younger like ten years at least. Everybody noticed my happy carefree smile, my good mood, and calm temperament. I was too nervous last years. Maybe even rood with somebody or too much strict. Nobody knows what happen to me a few days ago. In which paradise I was. I decided not to share anything with anybody. I want Amado and this amazing two days of love left only in my memory. He is my private elixir of youth. He will be forever in my memory as the man who turned my life around. I'm feeling very happy and ready for a new life. I wish each woman met her Amado at list once in her life.

  I made my decision. I'm not a girl who believes in fairy tales. We have to be honest. The truth is I am old and we cannot change this fact. When Amado left I told him that our days were amazing but it should be the first and the last we have. I insisted on the fact that I am too old for him and I don’t want to steal his best time. He is the very sexy young man. It's not fair to him. It's my adult decision. I said we should never meet anymore. I told him how am I pleased to him for everything and that he will live in my heart forever. I think this conversation was one of the difficulties in my life. I was trying to talk as more as possible with the positive face. Hope he hasn't seen tears in my eyes. I was feeling saying that I was cutting my love, my last change in youth. All I was thinking at that time, what will be better for him. But we have to stop, even it is so difficult for me. He asked me if I am sure about my decision. And I said "yes. Like that will be better". He looks into my eyes, at last, took my face in his palms and kissed me strong like that time, the first time we met. I again get full red. I closed my eyes and melt into his arms. He smiled and said:" ok, my queen, as you wish" and left. Since that, I haven't heard anything about him. Anything at all. I'm feeling sad of course, but I know like that will be better I cannot use him. My Amado.

  Everything was ready on the celebration table, full of food, music everywhere, on tv goes some New Year program. Everybody exchanging presents. I’m feeling happy here, with my friends, wishing myself more changing in the future year. My friend Lana came to me and whispered: "Vicki, there is a man asking you can you come?" – which man, so strange –- “ yes, of course" – I went to the door there were staying a man in his hands were a bouquet of white roses. He gave me a paper to sign. I did. I took flowers and closed a door. Inside the bouquet, I found a card – “Age doesn’t mean anything. Happy New Year “–I heard steps of my friend – “Vicki, is everything is ok? Who was that man? oh, such a beautiful flowers, Vicki, he gave it to you?" – "It was a courier, don't worry, Lana, flowers are a gift from me to myself, don't make a surprise face. Everything is more than just ok, everything is amazing. I cannot wait for my new adventures at this new year".

  My phone vibrate. New message: ”You are mine, and doesn’t matter what you will say. Your hot Latinos”

  BONUS BOOK

  Menage Vacation

  for Three

  All filled up with

  an unexpected third

  Menage Romance Novel

  Mandy Love

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  First of all I want to dedicate this novel to everyone who is still looking for their soul-mate. Never give up.

  You never know when or where you will find this special person that will be part of your life and will fulfill all your wishes.

  6

  A new beginning for Vanesa

  Vanessa licked a stream of beer from the side of her cup and giggled at the joke Brad was setting up. It was a long one, classic Brad style, but the payoff was always worth it. Already, people around them were groaning and losing interest, shuffling away from the campfire to find more beer, cigarettes, or to disappear into tents with other bored people.

  She didn’t mind, though. Coming out to the woods in the middle of fall, where leaves were crisp and the winds were chilling, meant the fire was exactly where she was going to keep her ass planted. Brad was completely adorable, too, with his broad shoulders and windswept dark hair. His pale blue eyes popped in the firelight with mirth as he got into the heart of his story. Vanessa would listen to him read a grocery list if he wanted her to.

  Old school girl crushes die hard, it appeared.

  “Then the camel came out of the needle and said,
‘Hey! Mind your own business!’” Brad looked triumphant, spreading his arms, toothy grin on his face. “Get it?”

  “That’s hilarious.” Vanessa clapped. Groans echoed around her, but she continued clapping. “Worth every second.”

  “At lease someone appreciates my genius.” Brad winked at her and her middle ran warm. He came to sit beside her, beer in hand. “I don’t know why people don’t think I’m hysterical.”

  “Some people just can’t appreciate genius.” Vanessa grinned. Being this close to Brad brought back every old memory of the two of them – fingers brushing under tables, feet bumping into one another in stadium seats, shoulders touching during movies. It was the little things that made her heart go pitter-patter. “Fortunately, I’m just that giving.”

  “I like giving,” he said with a wink. “I’m very giving, too.”

  His voice had an undercurrent of electricity to it, like he was toeing the line of a double entendre that zapped straight to Vanessa’s middle. She coughed awkwardly and took another sip of beer.

  “So I’ve heard.” Stay smooth, Van. “You know what they say about givers.”

  “Best in bed.”

  “Best in bed.”

  They clinked beers and laughed. From the shadows came Brad’s best friend, Harrison. Harrison was almost as attractive as Brad – blond, muscular, dark brown eyes. His jaw line was less chiseled and his hair was a curling mess, but he exuded the kind of confidence that made Vanessa take note. The two of them were inseparable in school, in sports, even in boy scouts.

  Some jealous pricks used to joke that they were gay, but only because of the startling female attention they pulled anywhere and everywhere they went.

  “Is he boring you with another terrible joke?” Harrison sat on the other side of her, creating a Vanessa sandwich. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here to save you.”

  “Buzz off,” Brad laughed. “I’m hilarious. Vanessa thinks so.”

  “Vanessa is a nice girl. That’s what nice girls do.” Harrison winked and Vanessa felt a little fuzzy. Maybe it was the beer.

  “She is.” Brad winked, too. “Maybe nice enough to... no, never mind.”

  “Nice enough to what?”

  “Nah.” Harrison shook his head and took a swig of beer. “She’s too nice.”

  “What, what?” Vanessa looked between the two of them, feeling like a ping pong ball. “I’m too nice to do what?”

  “Well, you see.” Brad slung an arm over her shoulder and leaned in close. Vanessa tried incredibly hard to keep her face calm, but inside, she was a pitter-pattering mess. “Harrison and I have long thought you were very beautiful.”

  “Exceptionally beautiful.” Harrison chimed in.

  “Oh.” Vanessa flushed beet red. “Thank you?” She was convinced they could hear her heartbeat racing.

  “Exceptionally.” Brad nodded solemnly. “And when we find someone exceptionally beautiful, we want to… well. Never mind.”

  “Brad!” Harrison swatted at him, across Vanessa’s lap. “That’s rude!”

  “I just don’t think she’ll go for it?”

  “Go for what?” Vanessa begged. The beer made her warm, brazen. She wanted to play whatever game they wanted her to play. Hopefully it involved skin. …did she really just think that? Shit.

  “Fine. But I’m warning you.” Brad shrugged. “We like to play a little game. Alone.”

  “What kind of game?” The suspense was killing her.

  “Strip poker.” Harrison finished, shooting a glance at Brad. “Since Brad’s theatrics are going to take us all night.”

  “Oh.” Vanessa’s cheeks ran bright red and her insides escalated from pitter-patters to full blown butterflies. She took a shaky sip of beer.

  “Told you she wouldn’t be up for it.” Brad said, shaking his head.

  “I… I never said that.”

  Harrison grinned. “I told you she’d be interested.”

  “Would be it just the three of us?” She asked.

  Brad nodded. “We don’t share well.”

  “Except,” Harrison leaned forward. “With each other.”

  “Oh.” Vanessa said, though she didn’t really understand. Then she looked at the two of them and realization clicked. “Oh. You two must be very… erm, close.”

  “No one closer. Except maybe you.” Brad winked. Harrison set his hand on her knee and rubbed it gently. “Are you up for a game?”

  Before her liquid courage could abandon her, Vanessa nodded. “Okay.”

  Harrison and Brad high-fived. “Excellent. Let’s go play in our tent.”

  Vanessa followed them quietly, repressing a squeal and a dance and eighteen other kinds of expressions of excitement. She was going to play strip poker with two of the hottest guys in the neighboring dorm. What luck was this? Who opened up the stars and decided she earned every wish she ever made?

  The tent was bare, except for two sleeping bags and a pair of rucksacks along the back wall. Brad rummaged through one of the packs until he withdrew a deck of cards.

  “We don’t have any chips?” Vanessa asked, trying to still her nerves.

  Harrison shook his head. “Nope. Have you ever played before?”

  “Yeah,” Vanessa lies. “The loser always had to lose an article of clothing.”

  “This is all heads up.” Brad says. “No bets, losers still strip.”

  “No chance to win more clothing?” Vanessa pretends to sound hopeful, though inside she’s chanting yes, yes, yes.

  “No chance.” Harrison grins and settles on a sleeping bag next to her. “Ready?”

  Vanessa nods. She’s nervous but excited all the same. Never had she been in a predicament like this before, except maybe in her dreams. What girl didn’t dream of two men pleasing her at once? Never mind she didn’t know what to do with two cocks at once. She made the resolute decision to deal with that when she got there.

  It took all of four minutes for her to be down to her bra and panties – thank god they match – and for the boys shimmy down in nothing but boxers. It didn’t escape her notice they were both erect, particularly once her shirt was hoisted over her head.

  “You’re beautiful,” Harrison whispered as Brad dealt the next hand. “Stunning.”

  Vanessa blushed and Brad whacked him with the back of her hand.

  “No buttering her up while I’m busy.”

  Harrison looked at his cards – a 6-2 off suit. He threw them in the middle and announced, “I lost.”

  “I haven’t dealt yet.” Harrison and Brad exchanged a look that lasted just short of a minute, leaving Vanessa feeling rather exposed. Finally, Brad shrugged and gathered up the cards. “Strip.”

  Harrison stood in the big tent and hooked his fingers in the band of his boxers. Vanessa’s breath caught in her throat. It’d been only a few weeks since her last experience, but the promise of seeing Harrison fully nude and erect had her panties damp and her breath refusing to leave her throat.

  “Would you like to help?” Brad asked, suddenly over her shoulder. His breath was hot on her skin and he kissed her lightly. She burned where his lips pressed.

  Vanessa could only nod. She got on her knees and slowly pulled them down, watching his cock spring up from its fabric prison. He was beautiful, more beautiful than she’d expected. The other guys she slept with had okay penises, nothing she was afraid of, but Harrison was practically godlike. He was long, and large, and stood out straight as an arrow. Her mouth watered at the sight.

  She stuck her tongue out and took a small lick from his head, where a spot of cum glistened, waiting for her. It was salty and sweet, and Harrison moan loudly.

  “Naughty girl.” Harrison shook a finger at her. “You were only supposed to look, not to touch.”

  “Can we just announce Vanessa the winner?” Brad asked. He was behind her, knees straddling hers, and his large, warm hands ran up and down her sides. He pressed his lips against the back of her neck and she shivered. “Because I think I lost, t
oo.”

  “Cheater.” Harrison chided with a grin. “It’s up to Vanessa. Are you okay being the winner de facto?”

  Vanessa could barely breathe with a magnificent cock before her and a gorgeous boy behind her, running his hands all over her bare skin with a tenderness that surprised her. She nodded and forced herself to breathe.

  “I would have won anyway.”

  Brad laughed. “Probably. Mind giving me a hand?”

  She turned and he was standing, his boxers tenting in a way that promised another delicious cock. She slid his down slowly, watching his cock spring up before her. He was shorter than Harrison, but just as thick, cum waiting for her. She took another lick, afraid to look up at him in case he suddenly decided to take back their… arrangement. He groaned and ran his hands through her hair. His tip pressed against her lips and she opened them greedily, ready to feel his length under her tongue. He felt silky and smooth, like a dessert.

  While she sucked along his length, fucking him slowly with her mouth and his moans filled their tent, Harrison came up behind her and massaged her breasts, rubbing her nipples with expert fingers. He kissed along her spine, sending heat radiating from her back straight to her middle.

  He unhooked her bra and slid it off her arms, leaving her exposed to his handiwork. She cupped Brad’s balls and massaged them in sync with Harrison along her nipples. It was like music how they moved, and it was beautiful.

  Brad pulled himself from her mouth with a light growl. “Lay down, beautiful.”

  She obeyed immediately. Harrison gently pulled down her panties, leaving her completely naked and practically shivering with want.