by Hawke, Jessa
“I take it from your not refusing, that we have a chance. Yes?” Iliaro queried
She knew her next words should not be spoken, but the drink had made her lightheaded and she was having such a wonderful time.
“I would love to be with you both, but,” at this point she looked at one, then the other, “I don’t know how to manage two men at the same time, particularly two that seem to fight all the time.”
“We will not fight,” Iliaro promised “and we will help with that predicament.”
Annabella wasn't sure how that was going to work out, but with her inhibitions lowered by the alcohol, and the company of two of the most sexiest men she had ever met, she was determined to try.
Iliaro spoke to his friend in Italian and Giovanno stood and scooped Annabella into his arms. He carried her into an adjoining room where there was a huge bed waiting. Placing her down gently, he lay beside her, stroking her hair. Annabella wasn’t sure of the emotions flooding through her, whether she was petrified or excited, but she was about to find out.
Chapter 6 Three is Not a Crowd
Giovanno took the lead, kissing Annabella firmly on the lips with his tongue pushing between hers, probing into her warm, wet mouth. Annabella loved the taste of him and greedily sucked on his tongue, savoring his taste.
Iliaro wasn't going to be left out of the action and he laid beside Annabella at the other side, planting little kisses on her neck and across her cheek, as his lips moved closer to her mouth. Giovanno pulled away from her lips. Annabella felt disappointed to have lost the hot kiss and opened her eyes to see where he had gone, she was shocked to see Giovani and Ilario engrossed in their own deep wet kiss. She could clearly see their tongues dancing with each other.
Just a little nonplussed at the predicament, Annabella decided that she would just go with the flow. If these two guys were into each other, she really didn't care, as long as they were into her too. And they certainly where. The two guys soon broke their kiss, and immediately Ilario pressed his lips onto hers, kissing her deeply with his tongue in her mouth, where only seconds before, it was in Giovannos. The thought of them kissing excited her even more. The tingling of her nerves was almost electrifying. This was a night she would remember for the rest of her life.
Whilst Annabella was French kissing with Iliaro, Giovanno buried his face in her cleavage, nipping and licking at the bare flesh. He unbuttoned the front of her dress, until it was completely unfastened. Slipping the dress off her shoulders, and with a deft touch he reached behind and unfastened her bra, freeing her breasts. He immediately dipped his head and suckled on her nipples, Annabella moaned quietly, into Iliaro’s kiss.
Throughout all this, Iliaro had never broken their lip contact, his tongue deep inside Annabella’s mouth, danced a tango of passion with hers. These two men were clearly well experienced at this and she mused how many other women had the same treatment in this bed. Not that she cared, it was her turn now, and that was all that mattered.
Iliaro broke their passionate embrace and stood up at the side of the bed, stripping off his clothes. Annabella stared transfixed, as each layer of clothing he discarded revealed more and more of his naked body. She watched, barely able to breathe as the final piece, his underwear, was pulled away to reveal his massive erection. Thick and stiff, its stood out of his body like a pole. Annabella felt a little quiver of fear at the thought of that deep inside of her, would it fit?
Giovanno was not idle, while Iliaro was stripping, he moved down from her breasts and planted little wet kisses down her abdomen and past her navel. Dipping his tongue in the little recess before moving on, further down to the rim of her panties. Hooking his thumbs under the elastic, he slowly pulled them down, revealing her blond haired mons.
“Oh, è bello angolo,” Giovanno muttered, before burying his face in between her legs with his tongue probing at her labia.
“Ohh, that feels good,” Annabella moaned, as he licked and probed at her pussy with his tongue.
The sensations coursing through Annabella’s body were amazing and little jolts of pleasure ran through her like an electric current.
Without any warning of his intentions, Iliaro straddled her chest, taking the weight on his knees, his stiff erection pointing directly at her face. It looked even bigger close up, a huge bulbous head split in two, by a slit at the end. His pendulous balls rest on her chest. She could smell his musky aroma and it sent her mad with passion, not waiting for him to move towards her, she brazenly pushed her head forward and engulfed the end in her mouth, lathing it with her tongue. She quickly built up a rhythm, her head bobbing up and down, lips traveling the length of his shaft as she worshipped him with her mouth.
Giovanno was the first to break the tryst, kneeling up he quickly stripped off his clothes until he too was naked. As if some by some preplanned decision, the men worked together, Iliaro climbing off her chest, his cock wet from her oral ministrations, and moved himself into the classic 69 position. His erection back in her face, she quickly sucked it back into her mouth. It’s not Annabella’s genitals he pleasures in this position, but Giovanno’s, who has moved between them with his erection pointing at Iliaro’s face. Iliaro quickly swallows it deep inside his lips. Giovanno dips his head between Annabella’s legs and sucks her little love bud in between his lips.
All three are locked in a chain, each one pleasuring the other, orally. Lips and tongues suck and lap and probe, and the room is filled with the noise of their oral ministrations.
Annabella cannot believe how aroused she was, her whole body had surrendered to the lust she felt, and she enjoyed every single minute of it. Her mouth teased and her tongue lapped at the erect member buried between her lips. She, in turn, enjoyed Giovanno’s attention to her pussy, the thought that Iliaro pleasuring Giovanno orally, only increased the levels of passion within her.
All to soon it seemed to Annabella that the chain was broken. She wasn't sure who moved first as the two men worked together like a well oiled machine. Someone flipped her onto her side, her mouth now bereft of the throbbing member she had so lovingly worshipped. Strong hands draw her knees up towards her chest and she can feel a stiff erection probing at her from behind. Another hand reaches to her front, to pull and twist lightly on her nipples. As a cock moves between her legs, she willingly pushes back allowing it to easily slips into her wetness. She heard her own moans come from her throat, she is entranced by lust, drunk on desire. As the erection probes her deeply, she cries out for more.
She looks back over her shoulder and can see it is Iliaro that has speared her from behind, it his cock that is giving her so much pleasure. Behind him she can see Giovanno, his face strained with lust and it is clear that he has entered Iliaro from the rear. This was such a strange tryst, a ménage à trois with a difference, two handsome and sexy men, one fucking her and the other fucking his friend. She whimpered her ecstasy out load as Iliaro built up a steady rhythm, his thrusting given extra urgency and power by Giovanno thrusting him from behind.
On each deep thrust inside of her, Iliaro’s cock end banged against the spot deep inside of her, that gave her so much pleasure. She ground back on him, pushing him deeper and deeper, almost too painfully, but the pain only added to the pleasure. She could feel the inevitable building inside of her, and knew her orgasm was rapidly approaching. It wouldn't be long now. From the grunts and heavy panting of the two men behind her, she felt they were probably close to it too.
An arm reached over her, she realized it was Giovanno’s and it headed straight for her pussy. His fingers searched out to find her clitoris as his tips slid about on the slippy wetness of her juices. The sensation of a man teasing at her clit, while another man embedded his cock deep inside of her, was one sensation too many. The shudders from her love bud sent shivers of pleasure throughout her muscles, and her orgasm thundered through her body like a hurricane, electrifying every nerve ending to its extreme as she screamed out her desire, not caring if anyone heard. To add to
her pleasure, she could hear the two men behind her grunt out their own passion, and she felt the erection deep inside of her swell to a new thickness as Iliaro pumped his warm seed into her body. She was certain that Giovanno was doing the same to him.
All three just lay there for a while, basking in the glow of their mutual satisfaction, and sexual harmony.
Annabella reflected on what had just happened, if this was considered kinky, she really didn’t care, it seemed perfectly natural to her. These two men were wonderful and they had worshipped her. They were handsome and muscular, and big and beautiful. What had she done to deserve this, she could not think or reason, but she would make the most of it, while it lasted. Chances are she would probably never see them again.
“Next time,” Giovanno announced, breaking their silence, “I am to orgasm inside of this beautiful woman, and Iliaro can sing for his supper.”
Those words, “next time,” rang in her ears. Did this mean they would ask to see her again?
Feeling pleased with the world, she was soon fast asleep and dreaming of two very handsome men.
Chapter 7 Office Politics
Annabella sat day dreaming at her office desk. She was thinking of Saturday morning, awakening to breakfast in bed, by what looked like an English butler. Then after shower, the sassy car arrived and took her home. She hadn’t seen either of her lovers since that night and the butler guy had not been very forthcoming as to their whereabouts.
“Don’t be thinking you’ll be getting invited to any more special overtime, Miss Eaglen,” a familiar female voice broke into her thoughts.
Fortune was looming over her.
“Had my assistant been available, you wouldn’t even have been attending that one,” she said, scowling down at Annabella. “I often dine with the elite, and I can’t say I want the likes of you with me again. I’ve had words with my assistant not to be absent on such important occasions again. That is why I pay her so well, after all.”
Annabella realized that Fortune was unaware of her continued entertainment that evening. She didn’t wish to spoil the memory by having Fortune give her opinion, so she kept it to herself. She watched Fortune’s posterior swaying in an exaggerated fashion, as she stalked off, feeling she had put the lowly secretary in her place.
Annabella smiled to herself and the grin doubled in size when she noticed an email pop up on her screen from Iliaro. She read on of his, and Giovanno’s, apologies for leaving her that morning, but they had urgent business elsewhere. Should she reply, she wondered, or would that be considered unethical, in such a relationship? Deciding to reply, but simply to acknowledge the apology, she set about typing, then pressed the “send” button, feeling pleased with herself for having such an illicit secret from Fortune. Not that she considered Fortune any sort of rival, but her dislike for her immediate boss was intense, and growing every day.
Popping her head up she noticed how busy everyone one was. Some had serious faces in the direction of their computers, others had phones at their ears, and some even stood around in clusters chatting away, all oblivious to her wonderful experience. Only she was aware of her liaison with the company owner and his very best friend.
Attending meetings listening to managers discussing planning permissions and site developments, seemed tedious today. Yet a few months ago she would have given anything for this job. To make matters worse, Mr. Adams from sales, was constantly placing his hand on her knee, she was glad when the meeting finally came to a close. Trying to listen, type and constantly push his hand off of her knee, had been more than her brain could cope with right now.
Once on her own office floor again, she popped in to one of the small kitchens to make herself a strong coffee, which was sorely needed after her experience of Mr. Adams. As she poured hot water into her cup, she felt a hand stroke her bottom. Almost scolding herself, she turned around to confront the annoying Mr. Adams.
“I’m able to offer you promotion if you want to come and work on my floor, Annabella,” he offered.
“I’m very happy on this floor, sir,” she replied, curtly.
“Rubbish, no one likes working for the beast,” he laughed, inching closer to her body, infiltrating her private space.
“Who’s that?” Annabella asked, moving away from him. “Who’s the beast?”
“Well, who do you think? Fortune, of course.”
Annabella had managed to get herself to the other side of him, her back to the door, groping for the handle to make good her escape.”
“I am sorry Mr. Adams but Fortune is the perfect boss and I’ll be staying on this floor,” she announced.
“Well, well, Annabella,” Fortune’s voice sounded right behind her, “thank you for your support.”
Annabella turned to explain, only to see that Iliaro was stood right behind her.
“It turns out that you won’t be staying on this floor as you have been internally promoted,” Fortune informed her, clearly unimpressed at the news. “It seems you dazzled Mr. Cavalchi on Friday evening, as, of course, I knew you would. I’ve given my permission for the move, so go pack your desk, you’re leaving with Iliaro, here.”
Annabella stood stunned, she looked at Iliaro, who gave her a knowing smile. Life was so good.
Chapter 8 No Fun During the Day
Her new office was amazing and she ran around it like a teenager with a new bedroom. Giovanno was there to greet her, and all three of them enjoyed a glass of bubbly as they celebrated her promotion to Iliaro’s Personal Assistant. Giovanno explained that Iliaro was his PA , and could do with some support.
“Why?” she kept repeating as she rushed to the huge window that overlooked a panoramic view of the city. “Why me?” she asked again, turning around to confront the two men.
“Okay, I will be honest with you Annabella,” Giovanno spoke up. “Not all women are comfortable with our relationship. You did not question it at all, and we both enjoyed your company, so we feel you are perfect for the part.”
“Absolutely,” Iliaro joined in. “We cannot have just anyone for this role, we both want you, not just sexually, but also to help with our work. Now, enough of the niceties can we discuss your new job as there is much to learn?”
“Pah!” Giovanno began to speak in Italian, to Iliaro, clearly annoyed with something.
“Hang on, guys,” Annabella decided it was her turn to say something. Both men stopped arguing and waited for her to talk.
“Either you teach me Italian, or you stop doing that to me, going off in your own little world of words. It’s very unnerving. I don’t have a clue what you’re saying.”
She looked at their handsome faces, both smiling at her.
“Oh, one more thing” she continued, “I love my new job and I think I’m falling in love with you guys.”
Both men cracked into huge smiles and approached her together, “Group hug,” Iliaro laughed out. All three embraced together and Annabella seriously doubted whether life could get any better than this.
“Now tell me what you’re both disagreeing about, as I don’t understand a word you’re saying,” Annabella asked.
“Giovanno wants you to settle in slowly, eat some food, make love, you know, taking a slow, slow pace. Me, on the other hand, I need you to learn your job quickly as I need help with some new contracts. Whilst I would like to make love to you again, I have pressing matters, work before play is my motto.”
“Pah!” Giovanno turns his back on Iliaro and pretends to look at the view from the window, a view he must have seen many times before.
“Okay,” Annabella, joins in, “I think we can settle this quite easily. No fun during the day, Giovanno cannot play, because Iliaro and Annabella have to work, that can be our motto,” she said, smiling and very pleased with herself.
This served to set the men off bickering again, so Annabella sat at her new desk and started to go work through the mountain of files that she guessed had been left for her, and she left them to their argument.
/> Chapter 9 Welcome to Our Family
Annabella and Iliaro worked well into the night, he teaching her the new computer systems, how to set up meetings, how to organize Giovanno’s diary, the list of tasks were endless. They had chased Giovanno out of the office, Iliaro reminded him that he also had much to do. Finally, as the lights were starting to twinkle on in the city, they both agreed that they should all go for dinner.
“We are meant to make decisions together,” Giovanno complained, “I feel like you two are forgetting I am here,” he said, sounding like a sulky child.
Annabella knew he and Iliaro loved each other dearly, and this was going to be a whole new experience for her. She had no intention of coming between the two, just being included in their relationship was good enough for her.
They ate at a more modest restaurant this time, and the two men told her of their upbringing, how they had been best of friends in Italy and had both come to the US to earn their fortune. How Giovanno got a big break in the industry, and how they had both worked hard to fulfill their American dream.
