Two Bad Groomsmen_An MFM Menage Romance

by Sierra Sparks

  “What the hell is going on?” I asked, incredulous.

  “Th-this is Mandy, the new hire,” Clayton explained. “I was just comforting her. She’s in a rough spot.”

  “Uh huh,” I acknowledged in disbelief. “What rough spot?”

  “I don’t want to—” began Mandy.

  “It’s fine, Mandy. Carl’s family,” assured Clayton.

  That was Clayton. Everyone was family to him. But of course, I really was the closest kind of family to him. His brother, and his business partner.

  “My boyfr—the guy that I live with, he’s a drug addict and I think he’s dealing. I need to get out of my place in a hurry. I don’t mean to burden you guys with this.”

  “Jesus,” I said. “You did the right thing by telling us. Fuck that guy, we’ll get you out of there.”

  I couldn’t believe I had jumped right into saving this chick, but my God she was hot. I mean, I had seen some pictures of her and she had looked fine and all, but they didn’t do her justice compared to seeing her in person. For a second I zoned out and imagined taking her back to my place. To have that big, beautiful ass back right up on me and to plow her all night long.

  God damn. Why did Clayton have to fall for this one? I wanted her. We needed a powwow right now.

  “Mandy, why don’t you continue working on those files we talked about earlier? Clayton and I are going to work out some details.”

  “Yeah, let’s hit the conference room,” Clayton agreed.

  “Thanks guys, you’re so great for helping me!” said Mandy.

  Holy shit. Even the way she fucking thanked us was sexy. Hopefully the conference room had some ice water, because I needed something cold. My brother and I went inside and I shut the door and locked it.

  No way the rest of the staff needed to hear this conversation. Even though, apparently, they all could have just witnessed what Clayton just did—or almost just did—had any of them been the ones to walk into the office instead of me.

  “What the hell, Clayton?” I demanded, as soon as the door was locked behind us.

  “What?”

  “What? I saw that! You were about to go at it with Mandy. In your office. Are you nuts? You want to bang a new hire on her first day. Our HR lawyer would jump out the window.”

  “I can’t help it, Carl. There’s something magnetic about her.”

  “No shit.”

  Clayton was pouring some ice water—luckily, some staff member had stocked the conference room earlier with beverages and refreshments—when he looked back up at me.

  “Oh, no. C’mon, Carl.”

  “What?”

  “All the women you get and you have to go after Mandy too?”

  “Jesus. That’s the whole reason I insisted we hire her! When I saw her picture, it was like a shot. She is my exact type. My exact type.”

  “Well, what the Hell are we going to do?”

  “We’re gonna help her, for one thing. We still have rental property near the beach.”

  “Shit, yeah. Totally forgot about that. No one’s in it this time of year anyway. It’s fucking winter. Cold as shit. But what do we do about us?”

  I thought for a moment. Clayton and I had run into this situation before.

  “We could share her,” I proffered.

  He looked at me as if I had just suggested we all go on a rocket ship trip to the moon together. But there was a glimmer in his eye that told me he was considering what I was saying.

  “Dude, this is crazy enough, that we both want to fuck our new hire,” Clayton said. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m willing to share if she is but—”

  “Well, what’s your read on her?”

  “I mean, she seems pretty sexual. Right before you walked in, I was describing what I’d do to her and she was pretty into it.”

  I decided to keep the little detail about her sucking on her finger to myself. She had done that for me. That was mine. Plus, he’d just get angry to hear that I had let the new girl do that— even though we were both discussing having her do more than that to us, right here, right now.

  “Okay, so we explain to her. She’ll either be into it or not, right? Besides, doing two brothers. That has a certain mystique, right?”

  “Some women might think so, yes.”

  “But we have to play our cards right. We don’t want it to come off as creepy.”

  “Agreed. Worst that happens is she says no.”

  “And if she picks one of us, we’re cool, right?”

  We both nodded, although I wouldn’t be very cool with the thought of her choosing him, and I knew he wouldn’t be, either. It was just something you said at times like this. When you were deciding, with your brother, to go after the same girl.

  “But she’ll want both of us,” I said decisively. “I mean, we both want her, and we both always get what we want.”

  “Exactly,” my brother said. “We’ll get her because we want her. But we don’t want to come across too predatory. So let’s our play cards right for now, so we get what we want later. Let’s not do anything to scare her away. We need for this to work out. And it’s a rather strange situation, so we might have to warm her up to the idea.”

  “Good idea,” I agreed. There were definitely some things on Mandy I liked the idea of warming up.

  We shook on it and went back to the office lobby. We were more composed. We had a plan.

  “Hey, Mandy,” I started. “I hope I didn’t scare you by barging in like that before.”

  “No-no, it’s fine,” she assured. “I’m just so happy to have this opportunity.”

  “Well, we’re happy to have you,” I assured. “And the Plemmons brothers— we can’t help ourselves when it comes to a damsel in distress, so we found you a place.”

  “Oh, my God, seriously? Already?” she said, her big beautiful eyes going wide.

  “Yeah,” explained Clayton. “Carl reminded me: We have this summer rental near the beach. This time of year, no one’s using it. You’d actually be doing us a favor by staying in it and keeping an eye out on the place.”

  “Wow, I don’t know how to thank you guys,” she gushed. “I insist you charge me something.”

  “Honestly, we were paying to have the place cleaned. You clean it, you can stay there until you find some place better,” I assured her. “As for thanking us…”

  “Carl!” interrupted Clayton.

  “What? I gotta come clean,”

  “About what?” she asked.

  “You are very qualified for this position, the most qualified in fact. But when I saw your picture on LinkedIn, I was smitten. Seriously. Just like my brother here. We have similar tastes in women. I hope you don’t find that weird,” said Carl smoothly.

  “No, it’s very flattering,” she blushed. “I find you both very attractive.”

  “Well, the thing is—and this is completely separate from our offer to let you stay at our beach house, mind you—Clayton and I might like to share you, if you get my meaning. Is that something that interests you?”

  I was nervous, and rather annoyed at Clayton for breaking our deal and rushing in so quickly with the proposal. But he’d never been a very patient man. I didn’t know why I had expected him—or me—to be able to wait. That had been quite unrealistic indeed. Quite dumb of me, actually.

  Mandy laughed nervously and tapped a pen against the bottom of her lip. I couldn’t tell if she was thinking about it or already sending us signals. Maybe she was going to start sucking on that pen.

  “Wow,” she said. “That is an offer I’ve never had before. I mean, sure, maybe some guys have suggested it jokingly. It’s just that I’ve never actually considered it. Until now.”

  “So, your interest is piqued?” asked Clayton.

  “Yes, there’s definitely some peaking going on in my mind,” she blushed again.

  “Well, you don’t have to give us an answer right now,” I assured her, going back to the original plan, which was to give her some time. Not
move in too quickly. “Why don’t you finish up your work and head home a bit early? You can concentrate on packing up and starting to get moved into your new place tonight.”

  “Tonight? I can have it already?” she asked, looking pleased.

  “Yes,” I reassured her. “You really need to be out of your current situation, pronto.”

  “Living with a drug addict is no good,” assured Clayton. “Believe us, we know from personal experience.”

  “Thank you so much for all your help,” she said. “I don’t really have that much stuff to move. The possessions aren’t important to me. I just need to get out of there.”

  “You sure do,” I told her. “So, don’t worry about anything else right now. Just concentrate on that.”

  “I’ll try,” she said, blushing again, but looking both of us up and down from underneath those beautiful lashes of hers. “I have to admit; it’s going to be a lot easier said than done.”

  It seemed she would probably take us up on our offer. I liked the sound of her words. And, as I felt a bulge return to my pants, I could tell my cock did, too.

  Chapter 7 – Mandy

  I couldn’t believe the day I was having. God, I get so down sometimes and then the whole day just turns around. Not one, but two amazing bosses. So nice (so attractive), and so willing to go out of their way just for me. Just this morning, I had been on the brink, but now the world was looking great.

  I couldn’t believe I had almost done something with one of them. I had so much obvious need, sucking on my finger for him. I had never felt so vulnerable, so needy, until the other one walked in. Then, I’d just wanted to crawl across the floor and beg both of them to do whatever the hell they wanted to do with me.

  Now, the work day was over. I had a proposal to think about: two billionaire, boss brothers at once. But first, I had things to do, to move on and move out. I tried my best to focus on those things.

  Jared was a pathetic mess when I returned home. I felt sorry for him, but the brothers were right. He was toxic. And if he wouldn’t accept (or even believe in) rehab, there was nothing I could do for him but save myself.

  Don’t let a drowning man pull you under the water; that was the rule my mother had taught me. Not that my mom would approve of a lot of things I’d done today. Jared had been my world, but now he seemed so small and unimportant when I looked back on things. I had new and bigger things to think about.

  I worked quickly to throw as many things as I could into boxes and bags, and load them into my car. Carl and Clayton had just handed me the keys and the address of the beach place before I left the office. I hoped I could earn the trust they had placed in me. I couldn’t imagine they did this for all their employees.

  “Please, Mandy, don’t go,” Jared begged, seemingly desperate now, as I packed the last of my things. But it was clear he was still strung out, and I was sick of it.

  “Goodbye, Jared, for good,” I said, reminding myself this was for the best, and to think of my amazing present and future, instead of on the past and all our old hopes and dreams for this house and our relationship. It wasn’t hard, since the shell of a person he had become was standing in front of me. “Tell Grandma Sue Ellen thanks for all her help. And I truly hope you do decide to go to rehab—for yourself, and not for me, because we’re done.”

  Then, I was gone, and had no regrets.

  As I was driving down the access road to the beach place, I was thinking to myself that this day couldn’t possibly be any better. Then I saw the house. My God, it was beautiful.

  The outside clearly showed that it was two floors, probably three or four bedrooms. The inside had custom built hardwood floors with a design just past the threshold. It was built into the floor. Guess it was the Plemmons family crest.

  There was an open kitchen with beautiful appliances, all top of the line. There was a huge flat screen TV, comfortable leather couches and seats, a dining area with a custom made table and a back patio. The patio had a salt water pool, a hot tub, chairs and access to the upstairs via a spiral staircase. And the view? Although it was dark, the house was right on the beach, and it was clear that it showed spacious ocean water and sand for miles.

  The upstairs was no less spectacular. The master bedroom had a king-sized round bed, the only kind I’ve seen in expensive resort hotels. The shower had multiple nozzles so the water rained down from all sides and was controlled by a voice command computer.

  I came back downstairs after dropping off some of my stuff. Clayton had told me the place was a mess and that the housekeeper would be by tomorrow because they hadn’t known anyone would be there and that was as early as she could come, but jeez—

  it was actually sparkling. There wasn’t really anything for this housekeeper to do.

  I sat down on the couch and relaxed a moment. It had been a rollercoaster of a day. To go from Jared to this? Plus, the brothers had made it clear that they both wanted me.

  How could I choose between those two? I mean, they were both amazing looking. Clayton was young, taut and dreamy. Carl was rugged, wild and manly. Just thinking about them got me wet. I guess I was still pretty worked up from Clayton’s office. He was bringing me to the brink and then nothing. I was so wound up, a little relief would be good. I needed it and I deserved it.

  I hiked up my skirt and ran my fingers over my pussy lips. I thought about Clayton first. His muscular arms holding me and his lips kissing my neck. I ran a finger inside my panties. Everything down there was so wet.

  I didn’t want to mess up the couch, so I slid my ass down to the edge and propped my feet on the coffee table so I could spread my legs. I was facing the front door, and I started to wonder if I’d locked it. But I was getting too comfortable to go check. Besides, no one else seemed to be in this deserted beach area.

  I pulled my panties to the side and away from my hot, steamy hole. Had I ever been this wet?

  Plunging in a finger, I imagined Clayton doing it instead of me, and then his brother moving up behind me. Yeah, I could see it. Feel it. If one strong man was hot, why not two? I imagined them both with rock hard erections in their pants. They would rub up against me and I could feel their big, throbbing cocks through their clothes. I would be able to feel how much they both wanted me.

  I was now two fingers deep. Yeah, that’s it! So wet and hot. With my thumb, I massaged my clit. So sensitive. So hot. Now I was picturing the brothers undressing me—no! Tearing off my clothes. Ravaging me. Clayton was kissing my breasts and licking my nipples. Carl’s rough five o’clock shadow was down at my thighs pushing me forward. He wanted to lick my tight little asshole.

  I couldn’t believe that just as one brother was about to move in on me, the other one had walked in looking just as good, and wanting me just as much. I was one lucky girl, to have two tall, handsome, filthy rich billionaires after me.

  Now I was ready. In my mind, the brothers dropped their pants and I was picturing Clayton’s cock in my mouth.

  “God, I love your cock, Clayton!” I said allowed.

  I imagined Carl penetrating me from behind. He smacked my ass and plunged in and out.

  “Fuck me, Carl! Fuck me!” I squealed.

  Then I was heading forward with full steam, fingers going in and out of my pussy as fast as I could manage.

  “Oh, Clayton! Oh, Carl! Oh, God! Keep fucking me! Both of you at the same time. Fill both my holes. Don’t stop!”

  The gusher started deep inside me and burst forth on a wave of orgasmic bliss I hadn’t experienced ever in my life. I was shaking with each pulse and heart beat as wave after wave washed over me. I felt like I had gushed a gallon all over the carpet and my mouth hung open as I breathlessly tried to ease myself down.

  “Clayton, Carl,” I moaned. “Oh, fucking you would be the best! I have to fuck you both!”

  I meant it. I thought I would choose, but it was inevitable that I was going to be with both of them at the same time. The three of us had to do it. I would take them up on the i
nvite. But then I opened my eyes and realized there wouldn’t be much to explain.

  Clayton and Carl were standing part way in the room, in bemused shock. I had been so engrossed in making my tight, wet pussy come while thinking of both of them fucking me at once, that I hadn’t even noticed that they had walked in through the door I had forgotten to lock.

  Chapter 8 – Carl

  “You know, it’s not every day Santa brings me what I want,” I said playfully, as I watched Mandy’s mouth drop open in surprise.

  Of all the wild shit that had happened to me over the years, this was one of the wildest. This incredibly hot chick, spread eagle, cumming all over herself while playing with her sweet little pussy and thinking about me. Well, me and Clayton, but that was okay. Share the wealth and all.

  I loved that she had been calling out our names. Clearly she wanted to take us up on our offer and both of us share her at once. She looked so hot, with her juices dripping out of her completely exposed pussy, which she had just gotten done pleasuring while thinking it was us, that it was all I could do to resist pouncing on her right then and there and making her fantasies—and my own—come true.

  A bit horrified, Mandy jumped up, much to my dismay. I could have stood there staring at her gorgeous body and dripping wet pussy, spread wide open on display for me—for us, my brother and me—forever. She hurriedly covered up and started to get her clothes back in order, but clearly, she was ready for more than pretending that this hadn’t just happened.

  I decided it was now or never. I moved in closer to her and gently pushed her hand back.

  “No, you don’t have to stop,” I assured her. “We’re both here. It’s obvious you want us. Why not let us take you? Both at the same time. Haven’t you ever thought about what it would be like to have two cocks in you at once?”

  “I plead the fifth to that question,” she laughed a little nervously. “But I definitely want to find out what it’s like. Then again, I need this job. I’m not sure if it’s a good idea.”