Jennifer Cole - A Delicious Taboo Two.

by Jennifer Cole

  “Ah, yeah, baby,” Jake nipped at her neck. “Fuck them hard. Come for Van and Philip, sweetheart.”

  Her channels pulsed, clutching around both men. Philip and Van cried out as Mel’s climax triggered their own.

  As the three of them trembled, panting to catch their breath, Mel wrapped her hands around Jake and Calen’s shafts, rubbing against her thighs. “More,” she growled, leaning over and flicked her tongue over the tip of Jake’s cock.

  Using her tongue, she bathed the smooth, mushroom-shaped crown, teasing the slit in the end with her tip.

  “Yes,” Jake moaned, fisting his fingers in her dark curls. “God, your mouth feels good, baby.”

  Humming her contentment around the thick flesh in her mouth, she felt Philip’s cock withdrawn from her ass, and a few seconds later, Van slipped from her pussy.

  After Van wiggled out from underneath her, Mel was left on her hands and knees.

  Calen’s fingers dug into her shapely hips as he slid in behind her and pushed himself up into her vagina. With relentless strokes, Calen pumped himself into Mel, mimicking Jake’s hips pistoning against her face.

  Her body shook between them as she again soared toward climax. Philip and Van’s hands cupped her breasts, their fingers tweaking the tight aching peaks.

  “Look at you, Mel,” Van nuzzled her shoulder, leveling himself on one elbow.

  Philip’s lips nipped at her left earlobe. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he told her.

  As her body peaked a second time, Calen’s strokes in her channel grew short and hard, taking her to completion. When the shuddering of her body began to subside, he withdrew from her pussy and slipped his shaft into her backside.

  “Christ.” Jake growled as Philip’s hand cupped his sac. “I’m so close…”

  The two men continued fucking her for several more seconds before their cries split the air as they met release.

  The four men reached for Melanie before she collapsed to the carpeted floor. With ease she was lowered, and their hands continued to caress her heated damp flesh.

  “Sweetheart?” Van said brushing the hair from her face.

  “You all right?” Philip asked.

  Mel nodded and moaned as she rose back up on her hands and knees. “Mmmm, I need a short break…but I’m not finished with the four of you.”

  Jake, Van, Philip, and Calen laughed out.

  “That’s just fine with us,” Philip said, shifting his body to brace her under her right side. “Let’s get you up and in the hot tub, sweetheart. It’ll help relax you before round two.”

  Knowing how much Melanie enjoyed the hot tub, the temperature had been lowered to a safer level for her and the babies. The jets and bubbles brought relief to her muscles and helped to soothe their rambunctious twins.

  Outside on the deck, Jake and Calen helped Mel get into the hot tub and settled between Van’s thighs. The two of them sat across the tub and each took a foot into their lap to begin massaging her feet and legs. Van’s hands were not idle and began gentle loving strokes over the entire swell of her belly. Sighing heavily, Mel’s head rested against Van’s shoulder, her now very huge boobs bobbed on the surface of the warm water bubbling around her.

  “Anybody want anything?” Philip’s voice sounded from the patio door.

  “Sure, I’ll take a beer,” Van muttered.

  “Make it two.”

  “Make it three,” Jake said.

  “Baby?” Van whispered into her hair.

  “I’d say wine and you’d all say no, so I’ll just take milk.” She giggled sleepily. “Chocolate, please.”

  Feeling like the Queen of Sheba, Mel soaked up the lavish attention from her men. This part of their day was by far her favorite. Each night the five would settle into the hot tub and quietly discuss the events of the day. In order for every one of them to savor the pleasures of her, they would take turns massaging the aches and discomforts of the pregnancy from Mel’s body. Despite the fact each of their hands felt different as they caressed her flesh, she derived great pleasure from each of them.

  As did the babies inside her.

  Throughout the daytime hours, their little bundles were active. The sensations of the babies never ceased to overwhelm her. The movements in her belly were constant, as if the babies demanded the caress of their fathers touching them. On more than one occasion, Mel had either driven to find one of her lovers, or called, demanding one of them come home to soothe the babies inside her. Always, the touch from any one of them would calm the rambunctious duo growing in her womb.

  In her contentment, Mel couldn’t hold back the giggle that escaped.

  “What’s so funny?” Van chuckled deep beside her ear.

  “I suddenly feel very sorry for those conventional relationships, you know one man one woman -- at least the four of you have each other to share my bitching and moaning with. You don’t have to bear the brunt of my mood swings all alone.”

  Chapter Nine

  Calen pulled the SUV into the parking lot of the Taboo Delights nightclub and parked.

  “What are we doing here?” Mel asked, climbing out of the backseat. They didn’t usually stop here on a Sunday after their hike.

  Philip took her hand in his and pushed her door closed. “Just thought we come in for a beer before going home. Do you mind?” Leaning down, he brushed his lips against hers.

  Mel moaned, clutching his T-shirt in her fist. What she really wanted was to go home and get naked with her lovers. “Well, I suppose not,” she said huskily. “However, I did have something else in mind for the afternoon.”

  Calen pressed himself to her back and licked the curve of her right ear. “Mmmm, I like where Mel’s idea is going,” he groaned. “We can do what she wants first and then have a beer afterwards.”

  Melanie shivered between Calen and Philip.

  “Come on, you horny toads,” Jake called on his way to the front door. “Just one, then we’ll head home.”

  Philip placed his hand on the small of Mel’s back, and with Calen on her left side, they walked toward the entrance.

  At the door, Mel narrowed her eye and read the sign taped to the doors. “Closed to the public?” she said quizzically. Her lovers shrugged and ushered her forward.

  Jake held the door open and Melanie entered the club.

  “Hooray!”

  Melanie jumped, startled at the hollering voices and the flashes of cameras.

  Glancing around, Mel took in the many familiar faces and decorations. Across the front of the bar, a giant banner read “Baby Shower.” Pastel streamers of pink, blue, yellow, and green were strewn across the ceiling and hanging down the walls. Small stuffed animals matching the colored streamers were the centerpieces of the many customer tables and had been spread across the marble bar top.

  On the stage area at the front of the club, tables covered with stacks of brightly wrapped packages were set up behind a couple of chairs, which sat in the middle. To the side of the tables, Mel spied a double stroller equipped with matching car seats, complete with a giant blue ribbon on top.

  “Hey!” Gaby squealed and hugged Melanie tight. “Good job, guys, you’re right on time,” she said, giving each of the men a kiss.

  Mel turned to look at her lovers. “You guys are sneaky.”

  The four of them gave her half-assed shrugs.

  “You have a great time, baby,” Calen kissed her cheek.

  “You’re leaving me?”

  Jake sighed, feigning defeat and shook his head. “Nah, my mom would kill us. We’re here for the long haul,” he said and nodded toward the bar. “And I’m really going to need a beer…and a little extra lovin’ for this,” he teased.

  Mel turned back toward the crowd, and found Helen and Marge had made their way through the crowd.

  “You should have seen the look on your face, hon.” Helen pulled Mel into a hug.

  “I can’t believe we managed to keep this a secret all these weeks!” Marge chirped her excite
ment.

  “I don’t know what to say,” Mel stammered and wiped at a tear trickling down her cheek.

  Surveying the crowd, Mel realized the club was packed. There wasn’t an empty seat to be had. The mixture of women and men throughout the room brought a smile to her face. Among the group were regulars of the club, conversing with various family members. Their new friends, Reanne, Morgan, and Varian, along with their two children, were also there. Melanie recognized many familiar faces belonging to coworkers of her lovers.

  “Let’s get you some punch, hon,” Helen said taking Mel’s arm.

  “Well, let’s work the room, guys,” Calen said rubbing his hands together.

  For the next hour or so, Melanie made sure to speak with each person in attendance. As she glanced around, she took a moment to reflect over the past two years. She’d come a very long way in that time.

  Emotionally, she was a completely different person. She was amazed by all the supportive people she had in her life. Everyone in the room she considered a friend, not just an acquaintance, but a friend. All walks of life were in the room, various sizes and shapes, colors, races, socioeconomic statuses, and sexual orientations. The fact that all of them had come together to celebrate the upcoming birth of her babies warmed her thoroughly.

  Denise’s voice suddenly sounded over the microphone behind the bar.

  “Okay, Melanie,” she said once she had the attention of the room, “now that you’ve had the opportunity to say hello to everyone, how about making your way up on the stage and let’s get to opening presents.”

  Feeling awkward at becoming the center of attention, Mel slowly worked her way through the crowd of guests and took a seat smack in the middle of the stage.

  All eyes were on her and she became overwhelmed. Van approached the stage carrying a glass of punch, and after handing it her, he plunked himself in the seat next to her. Offering her a wink, he draped an arm across the back of her chair where his hand gently stroked the back of her arm.

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  “Remember, sweetheart” -- he kissed her cheek -- “these are our family and friends. Everyone here loves you. Relax and enjoy yourself.”

  Melanie nodded and inhaled a deep breath.

  Philip appeared on her right, carrying Krissy on his hip, and the two of them sat on the edge of the stage.

  Arm in arm with his mother, Jake stepped onto the stage and sat in the chair on Mel’s left, while Marge continued on toward the gifts on the table.

  Hands settled on her shoulders and, closing her eyes, Mel absorbed the heat of Calen’s touch and the silent support he willed to her.

  Once Carla and Gaby joined the others on the stage, a gift was placed in Mel’s lap.

  For two hours straight, Melanie opened presents. The oohs and aahs and laughter that filled the club as she showed each gift were exciting. The family received several boxes of diapers and baskets of baby shampoos, soaps, and lotions. The group hadn’t bothered to keep the sex of their twins a secret, and Melanie marveled at the thoughtfulness their friends and family had put into their gifts. Clothing was given in pairs, and as Mel unwrapped various packages she found numerous matching outfits, one for a boy and one for a girl. Mentally, Melanie noted that with the generosity of those surrounding her, it was quite possible their babies wouldn’t wear the same clothes twice before outgrowing them.

  Feeling the need to get up and walk around, Mel glanced over her shoulder at the gift table, and was relieved to find everything had been opened. From the corner of her eye, she noticed Carla coming toward her with an envelope in hand.

  “Last one, Mel,” she said with a smile.

  Carla handed Mel an ivory envelope, which displayed “The Wellands” embossed in the upper left corner. In the middle, she read “To Our Grandbabies.” Mel blinked back tears stinging her eyes. She was proud of herself that over the course of the afternoon, she hadn’t burst into tears.

  With care, Melanie slid her finger under the flap breaking the seal. Inside were two folded documents and she withdrew them. Unfolding them, Mel read the first, then the second. Making eye contact with Ted, she burst into tears.

  When she felt a hand upon her knee, Mel opened her eyes and through blurred vision, she met the smiling face of Ted Welland. Handing her a cotton handkerchief, he said, “Gaby and Denise responded the same way.”

  “Ted, this is too…generous,” Mel sobbed. “I just can’t…we can’t…”

  In an instant, her lovers were at her side, offering their comfort.

  “Sweetheart,” Philip handed her a glass of ginger ale and took the envelope from her hand. After he read the papers, he passed them to Van. “Thank you, Ted. This is just fantastic,” he said and extended his hand to Jake’s father.

  “Marjorie and I treat our grandchildren all the same boys, you know that,” Ted said, taking Mel’s hand in his. “We set up the same trust funds when Noah and Krissy were born, Melanie.” With a gentle hand, he rubbed the swell of her belly. “These are our grandbabies, honey, do you hear me?”

  Melanie nodded and blew her nose. “But Ted, you’ve put ten thousand dollars each in trust for the babies. That’s just too much…”

  “Nonsense,” he said wiping her tears away with his thumbs. “And we intend to continue contributing to it. Now, this here’s a party, doll, knock it off with those tears… Your guests are starting to stare.” He chuckled.

  Mel giggled back a sob and threw her arms around Ted’s neck. “I love you, you generous, sneaky bugger.”

  “I know, honey, and I love you right back.” As he pulled away, he leaned in and whispered in her ear for only her to hear. “And after these babies are born, you and I are going to crack open a very rare bottle of wine I’ve been saving for a special occasion and I’m going to tell you just how much you have enriched my life, honey.”

  “Aw, Ted,” she sniffled. “Now I’m going to cry again.”

  “Women.” Ted chuckled, placing a soft peck on Mel’s forehead and then excused himself, allowing her lovers to take over her comfort.

  “You all right, baby?” Van asked.

  “I’m so overwhelmed,” she replied and welcomed his kiss.

  “Our babies are very lucky to be surrounded by so much love,” he said.

  “Yes, they are.” Mel nodded. “And so am I.”

  * * * * *

  With the SUV loaded with the gifts from the shower, the group made their way home.

  “I’m exhausted,” Mel groaned as she got out of the vehicle and enjoyed a languid stretch.

  “My mom sent us home with enough food to feed an army,” Calen said, picking up a couple of trays off the back seat. “So, it looks like dinner is covered for the next week.”

  They took a few minutes to unload the SUV, leaving the contents of bags and boxes piled in the living room, and then Philip and Jake ushered Melanie out the back door.

  “Hey, I just want to climb in the shower, guys,” she protested. “I don’t want to sit outside right now.”

  “Sure. Come on, baby,” Jake said helping her ease into a lawn chair. “Here.” He pulled her shoes off and settled her feet in his lap. “Let’s just sit out here and relax for a little while, huh?”

  Mel settled in and closed her eyes. “Yeah, okay, Jake,” she mumbled, losing herself in the sensation of his massage. “Mmm, that feels so good. My feet and legs are killing me.”

  She heard the patio door slide open, but didn’t bother opening her eyes. Philip’s hand stroked down her throat and settled on her chest just above her breasts.

  “I brought you some ginger ale, sweetheart,” he said against the top of her head.

  Taking the glass from him, she welcomed his kiss. “Thanks.”

  With both hands, Philip began rubbing circles around her swollen belly, which soothed the little bundles inside.

  “Mmm, the babies like that,” she cooed. “They’ve had a big day.”

  The slide of the door caught her attention aga
in and Van stood in the doorway. “Okay, we’re ready in here,” he said.

  “Ready for what?” Mel asked and frowned at having to get back up.

  “You’ll see,” Jake told her, lowering her feet to the ground. Taking her hands in his, he helped her to a standing position.

  “Ah, come on, guys, you said relax, so I’m relaxing,” she grumbled and stepped into the kitchen.

  Once inside, Calen placed a kiss on her lips before spinning her around. As his hands covered her eyes, Mel screeched in surprise.

  “What are you doing?” She demanded and covered his hands with hers.

  “It’s a surprise,” Van purred in her ear.

  With Calen’s hands covering her eyes, the four led Melanie down the hall. Familiar with the layout of their home, she realized they came to a halt outside her old room.

  After the painting and application of the border of baby farm animals, the men had kept the door to the nursery closed and locked. They had insisted on being permitted to apply the finishing touches within the room before allowing Mel to see.

  The sound of the door opening snapped her attention since she hadn’t been in this room in weeks. Gentle hands urged her forward.

  “All right, baby,” the warmth of Calen’s breath caressed her neck.

  She shivered.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Are you ready?” Philip said against her cheek.

  “Yes,” she repeated.

  Calen’s hands disappeared and Mel opened her eyes.

  Gasping, she brought her hands up and covered her mouth. Viewing the completed nursery took Mel’s breath away.

  Two cribs, stained deep cherry red, sat in the middle of the room, side by side, with a couple of feet separating them. The bedding she’d spent months deciding on, the bedding which matched the border around the room, adorned the insides.

  An armoire and two chests of drawers in the same luxurious rich hue as the cribs stood against opposite walls. In the far corner of the room under the window, an oversized rocking chair rested, and colors decorating the puffy cushions complimented the border and bedding.

  Several toddler-oriented pictures were displayed on the walls and above each crib hung mobiles that Jake, Calen, Van, and Philip had been working on for weeks.