by Dee Dawning
He poured a second refill and walked over to the window wall behind Stuart’s desk. It was dark now and the lights of the strip shone brightly. He was close enough to see the Excalibur, the New York New York, the MGM Grand and the Monte Carlo from where he stood.
What if Fallon didn’t want to have his baby? Two million would go up in smoke and he’d be back to dealing for eighty grand—maybe with two surgically repaired knees. Past the Monte Carlo he saw the Paris, Bally’s and the Bellagio.
Did she even have to know? If we had a ménage when she was ovulating and Stu’s condom leaked. He slapped his forehead with his palm. Fuck! She takes birth control pills.
He went back to his seat and poured another refill. His mind had gone from resistance to acceptance and then for self preservation, the necessity of selling his wife to his boss. There has to be a way. Exchange her pills for lookalike placebos. He chuckled. He wondered if fertility pills look the same. All right, assuming Stu and he work that out, once may not be enough. He should fuck her every chance he can while she’s ovulating and they would be in Tahoe. I’m sure Stu wouldn’t mind coming up there would he? And isn’t Fallon going to wonder why he let it go on. Maybe she’d do it on her own. No, she wouldn’t. It’s going to have to be the three of them.
He stood and refilled his glass with ice from the icemaker, then Cutty Sark. He sat down and reread the baby contract. When he got to the last page he stared and the payment figure.
$1,000,000.00
Yes, Lotteries and Powerball were more, but this was attainable. This was something he could bring about. He and Fallon would never have to worry about money again. All for letting Stuart fuck Fallon. After all he went with her for two years. It’s not like they hadn’t fucked. Stu probably fucked her more than he had.
He was mesmerized by the number. He couldn’t take his eyes off it. One million dollars and don’t forget the seventy-five thou a month. Never have to worry again. Never again. Never aga…
A hand shook his shoulder. “Dana, wake up.” He opened his eyes and saw Stu smiling.
He laughed. “Looks like the contracts put you to sleep. Have you made a decision?”
“I have some questions.”
Stuart went around the desk and sat. “Go ahead.”
Dana scratched his head. “Can I accept the CM appointment without the other contract?”
He snickered. “What do you think?”
Dana winced. “No?”
Stuart leaned back in his chair and nodded.
“Okay, if the baby problem could be worked out, how soon would I start in Tahoe?”
He cathedraled his fingers. “Next week. They need you bad. I suggest you work closely with Michelle. She’ll get you on the right track.”
Dana pictured her and smiled. “What if I accept the CM contract but Fallon won’t go for this.” He pointed at the baby contract. “Can we make a contract just between us? We could do some more ménages and make it look like an accident.”
He sat up. “Afraid not. She’s the mother. She has to sign the baby over.”
“Okay, same question. What’s the answer?”
A toothy sardonic smile formed on Stuart’s handsome facade. “I’ll tell you what. You sign both contracts and leave it up to me to get Fallon’s agreement. If I don’t get it, you’re still CM.”
Dana felt a measure of relief and took a breath. “And the IOU?”
He nodded. “And the IOU.”
“Good. Last question. “How will we go about this?”
Another smile. “Obviously, I’ll need access to Fallon’s womb. We’ll work out the details later. Here’s a pen.”
Dana took the pen and scribbled his signature on both contracts. Stuart picked up the contracts and went to his copy machine. Handing his copies to Dana, he said, I’m looking forward to starting tonight.”
Dana frowned, “Tonight?”
In a friendly manner Stuart set rested his hand on Dana’s shoulder. “I think you and I are going to get along famously. Let’s go make love to your beautiful wife, then tomorrow you need to make plans to get up to Reno. We’re going to be opening in eighty days and there’s a ton of work to do. Drink up. If I’m not mistaken Fallon will be in a celebratory mood when we join her.”
He took a sip. “Fallon is up here?” The liquid burned his throat as he downed it.
Stuart nodded.
Dana stuck his hands out, palms up. “What do I do?”
“We go in the room where Fallon is. I will continue on to the bedroom and you will tell your wife what you want. She already wants it, so she won’t fight it. The three of us will have a wonderful time and you will have started your journey to becoming a millionaire.
“Oh, I almost forgot. Wait here while I buy your IOU from the gruesome Mr. Bartolo.”
Chapter Two - Ménage
Was this a dream? One minute she was a bored housewife and part time model and with her signature, she became the new executive director of ‘Chez Vegas’ at thirty-five thousand dollars a month.
Michelle came back with a photocopy of her contract and a chilled bottle of Dom Perignon. She held the bottle up as she handed the copies to her. “Champagne?”
She folded the thirteen-page contract, shoved it into her purse, and smiled at Michelle. “Please.”
Fallon finished her flute of the fabulous bubbly and asked for another. Michelle was pouring her a second glass when her BlackBerry rang. After filling Fallon’s glass, she pulled her phone out of her purse. She listened for a dozen seconds then said, “Yes.” and hung up. “Stuart and your gorgeous husband will join you soon. I have to get down to the party.”
Fallon’s large eyes grew larger. “Dana’s up here?”
Michelle picked up her purse. “Ah-huh. Marty Bennett brought him up.”
Fallon held up a hand. “Why don’t you wait? Dana and I will accompany you to the party.”
She flashed her bright wide smile and shook her head. “Because, you, lucky devil, and Dana are staying here. I’m so jealous. You are about to have your own party.”
Her mouth opened as Michelle bent down, kissed her cheek, whispering in her ear, “Tell me how it goes.”
Fallon suddenly felt hot and guzzled the rest of her champagne. Did Stuart pull it off? Did he convince Dana to allow him to join us in our bed? Her hand shook as she poured the remaining ounce or so in her flute and swallowed it. She’d barely finished when she heard Stuart say, “Here’s your lovely wife.” She turned and beheld Stuart and Dana, with Stuart’s arm draped around Dana’s shoulder, strolling toward her.
Her stomach clenched and the flame in her core returned at the realization that she was about to have sex with her handsome husband and the suave billionaire who’d been her greatest lover. Her libido had grown from the first mention of a threesome, and now they stood before her.
Stuart edged up to her, pressing his sizable hardness into her abdomen. She wanted to take it, to stroke it, to suck it, to feel its texture and ridges in her mouth.
Her breathing increased from the awareness of what was about to transpire. As Stuart drew nearer, she noticed a pleasant, tangy citrus aroma. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Dana has something to say to you.” His nostrils flared. “You have no idea how much I’m looking forward to this.” He kissed her cheek and walked into his master suite.
A vision of sexy images ran through her mind and added to the relentless heat building between her legs. The walls of her pussy began to perspire sweet crème in anticipation of multiple invasions. Thank God, Dana was there to catch her, since she’d become faint with excitement. Even though the reality of it scared her, a ménage a trois was something she dreamed about. She wouldn’t fight it. She would glory in it.
She noticed a quiver in Dana’s hands and voice. “I have an idea. You can say no if you want, but I thought we could do something different to celebrate the holidays. What would you think—“
“You want Stuart to fuck me!”
She sense
d the tension in him. “Well, yes. Me too. We would both fuck you.”
“Yes.”
“It would make you feel real…Did you say yes?”
“Yes, I said yes.” Her lips crushed against his and her long nails dug into his tight ass. “Thank you. It’s my fantasy.” She took his hand and led Dana into the once familiar territory of Stuart’s exquisite bedroom.
Stuart handed her a vase containing at least two dozen deep red roses, and kissed her cheek. “Merry Christmas Fallon. Dana and I have a very special Christmas present for you tonight.”
She raised a brow and tilted her head. “So it would seem. And how are we to start this ménage a trois?”
Stuart replied, “It’s your present. We’d like you to decide. Right Dana?”
“Right Stu.”
She glided over to the dresser. “I think I’d like to stand here at the mirror between the two of you as you dispose of my burdensome clothing.”
She dizzied as they surrounded her. Their burgeoning erections pressed through her cocktail dress, into her abdomen and derriere. Her stomach flipped over as the reality of her situation sunk in. She was about to get a royal fucking.
Facing Dana, Fallon circled her arms around his neck and leaned in.
His lips brushed against hers and sucked on her lower lip. His moist tongue, seeking entrance, pushed between her lips. Her pulse increased as his tongue slipped into her mouth and united with hers.
Her hands rose to his head, where her fingernails dug through his thick hair.
Her heart raced and she could feel the blood gushing in her ears. Her pussy felt slick with crème. She’d become so aroused, all she could think of was big, fat, sexy cocks—Stuart’s and Dana’s cocks.
From behind, Stuart had raised the skirt of her cocktail dress and his hardness buggered the crack of her ass. He nuzzled and kissed the crook of her neck, looped his arms around her rib cage, and kneaded her breasts.
Warmth built under her skin and deep in her womb.
His minty breath sent shivers through her as he whispered in her ear, “I can’t wait to feast on that sweet, prime pussy of yours. Do you still have that little red thatch of pussy hair?”
She watched in the mirror as Dana unzipped the side of her strapless gown. After their lips parted and he pulled the upper part of her gown free, she turned and embraced Stuart. “Since you orchestrated this little interlude, we will start our liaison with your head between my legs and your fabulous tongue in my pussy. Yes, my red landing strip is still there to direct you. God, I can’t wait.”
Stuart’s arms crushed her breasts against his chest. “And I’m going to suck every ounce of sweet crème out of your pussy.” His tongue entered her mouth and teased her tongue as he pushed her dress and panties down to her thighs.
Dana took over, dragging them to and over her four inch spiked sea green heels.
She thrilled at the feeling of her naked breasts pressed into Stuart’s tuxedo while the length his hardness pushed against her naked abdomen and Dana’s erection poked her ass. She sighed, realized there seemed to be something decadently erotic about getting dressed to the nines, only to irreverently dispose of your clothes to engage in hot, sweaty, licentious sex.
When Stuart lowered his mouth to one of Fallon’s breasts, his moist lips absorbed her swollen nipple, she sighed at the twittery pleasure of his sucking lips and active tongue. With closed eyes, Fallon lolled her head back and raised an arm back, urging Dana on as he tattooed her neck and shoulder with wet kisses.
Dana snaked an arm around her waist, between her legs and slid two fingers into her sweltering, juiced-up pussy.
Tingling sensations multiplied in her core and coursed throughout her body as she shamelessly pushed herself into his naughty fingers.
The achy anguish in her pussy persisted. She needed something long and stiff inside her, but first she needed Stuart’s wet, satiny tongue in her slit. Fallon led her lovers toward the bed and lowered herself on the edge. As she gazed upward at her playthings, she reclined, spread her legs, and massaged a red tipped finger along her clitoral sheath. Singling out Stuart with a raised brow and a hitch of her chin, she suggested in a sultry tone, “You can dine on me, but you both are overdressed for the occasion.”
Fallon watched in amusement as her two lovers disrobed in record time. Her gaze gravitated to their long, thick, shafts that would soon be…wherever she wanted them.
Stuart, grabbed a pillow from the bed, placed it on the floor between her legs and knelt upon it. Her legs draped off the bed at the knees. He pulled her toward him until her bottom rested at the edge of the bed and spreading her legs, he rested her heels on his expensive bedspread.
Kissing Fallon’s lips, Dana lifted her head and slid a pillow underneath. His large hands roamed and caressed her entire body. “Have fun, Sweetheart.”
When Stuart ran his tongue up the hollow between her feminine folds, Fallon writhed and gasped. Her heartbeat raced out of control when his warm wet tongue detoured deep into her carnal opening and she could feel the blood rushing through her clit. These two men aroused her much more together than they ever did individually.
Stuart’s tongue circled the tip of her swollen pearl, and her body heat soared as if she were lying in the warm Vegas sun. He raised his head enough that she could see a slight smile on his handsome, debonair face. “Do you like that?”
She gazed beyond her husband, who now sucked earnestly upon her upright nipple, to Stuart’s smiling face. “Oh yeah, baby. Give me an orgasm to die for with your tongue. After that, I want you and Dana’s cocks in me all night long.”
Stuart flashed a mischievous smile, then blew on her clit and wiggled his tongue directly above it, sending shivers up her spine. When his lips parted over her ravenous bud, she swallowed and held her breath. He lapped between her inner labia from anus to clit, stoking the flame that already burned hot within her.
She sucked in a short, deep breath as his tongue flicked across her clit and bucked her hips.
As Stuart reamed two fingers into her hot, slick recess, she reveled in the erotic sensations that surged through her.
Dana nipped her hard, swollen nub and tugged playfully upon it. She groaned and bit down on her lower lip. “Jesus, that feels good,” she cried, as she raked her fingers through Dana’ thick locks.
Substituting a finger and thumb for his tongue and lips, Dana quipped, “How is that redheaded pussy, Stu?”
Snickering, with his mouth hovering directly over her hungry clit, his lips and chin wet with her juices, he posed a wicked smile. “I love it. Fallon has a sweet pussy and I adore the way she writhes and moans when I suck on her little pearl.”
Stuart latched onto her clit, alternating sucking and flicking his tongue over it, while the fingers from her free hand raked through his hundred-dollar haircut.
Moaning, Fallon squirmed and arched her back in response, grinding her hot sex against Stuart's face as she pressed Dana's head against her breast.
Stuart encircled Fallon’s thighs with his arms, edging his right hand along her trimmed pubis to her clit, where he massaged and tapped it with his middle finger. As his displaced tongue found refuge in her boiling recess, he reamed the soft, fleshy walls, for its crème. Thrusting his long tongue into her wet, summery heat, her muscles clenched as the achy sweetness he caused, flowed through her.
Sucking a deep breath through her teeth, she stiffened and rocked her head slowly from side to side. Her juices flowed freely. Stuart’s tongue, lapped Fallon’s crème noisily, and brought forth throaty whimpers, which along with Dana biting down on Fallon’s sensitive, gumdrop shaped nipple had Fallon at the precipice of ecstasy.
When Stuart’s tongue returned and teased the tender tip of her soft swollen bud, her hands wrapped around her pussy eating marvel’s head and guided him, to her promised land.
“That’s it baby. Oh, yeah!” Fallon’s clit quaked in his mouth and her pussy muscles clenched around his fingers. Arching h
er back violently, it hit her, like a tidal wave sweeping all before it. A loud scream of ecstasy bellowed out. She thrashed and rocked out of control. Clutching sheets tight with one hand, she scratched Dana’s scalp and shoulders with the other. She crossed her ankles behind Stuart’s back and squeezed his head with her thighs in a tight headlock.
After a half-dozen pleasure tremors had run their course, she lay motionless. Her energy sapped, her mind buzzed with the breathtaking pleasures she’d experienced. Dana continued to suckle her swollen nipple and she willed herself to shake off her lethargy.
Fallon’s eyelids jerked open when Stuart’s thick shaft glided into her crème filled slit. Moving his hips to swivel inside her, each nerve rattling thrust of his meaty shaft called forth a tiny yelp of pleasure from deep down in her throat. The fullness of Stuart’s generous-sized cock, languorously gliding in and out of Fallon’s crème-filled pussy sent pulses of pleasure, spiraling throughout her body.
“I forgot how good my cock feels when your cunt muscles snuggle and suck at it.”
She sighed as tingly electric-like sensations filtered through her. They’d barely started and already she felt sublime. She grasped Dana’s cock and stroked it, as his lips covered hers for a sensual kiss. Even with all the hedonistic sensations barreling through her, she mentally thanked Dana for allowing Stuart into their bed.
