by Robin Gideon
“I’ve been in a few ménage à trois situations in my life, but every time it happened, I was the only man with two women.”
Sven nodded vigorously in agreement. “I am not the kind of man who shares.”
“And I’m not the kind of man who—” Joshua stopped himself before using his usual, and coarse, phrase for having sex with a woman after another man had already been with her. “Let’s just say that I don’t like being the second man to take a woman to the dance floor.”
Sven smiled expansively. “No Juicy Lucys for you?”
“That’s what you call it in Norway? In American we call it sloppy seconds.”
“No matter what you call it, that’s not our style.”
“But tonight, for me, it was.” Joshua took a sip of his whiskey then took a big swallow. He enjoyed the burn as the liquor went down his throat. “It was like she’d put fire in my veins.” He combed fingers through his hair and sighed, shaking his head slowly. “I never saw this coming.”
“Neither did I, my friend,” Sven replied, putting a hand on the American’s shoulder. “I’ve never mixed business with pleasure, and now I have in the biggest way possible.”
Movement drew Joshua’s attention, and he watched as Annika stepped into the room then stopped. She wore a lightweight, belted robe that came down just to the middle of her thighs. Beneath it, she had on pajamas of some sort—Joshua couldn’t see exactly—but her legs were tapering and bare, and the fullness of her bosom was now on display. His body and libido instantly warmed to her presence, and in the back of his mind, Joshua wondered if Annika had bewitched him somehow, using magic to entice him as other women hadn’t.
* * * *
Annika looked at Sven and Joshua, standing near the liquor cart, and thought, My God, those are handsome men. Is it any wonder I let them both fuck me?
The coarseness of the F word, even though she had only thought it and hadn’t spoken in, made her close her eyes for a moment and give her head a little shake. When she looked at the men again, she saw the way their gazes raked up and down over her, assessing her charms and, it would seem, finding them appealing. She was glad now she’d chosen the teddy with a short robe and not the body-concealing nightshirt.
“Please tell me there’s a gin and tonic with my name on it,” Annika said, hoping to lessen the tension in the room. “A strong one is in order.”
“Coming right up,” Joshua said, already beginning to make her cocktail.
Annika felt butterflies in her stomach as, barefooted, she walked closer to the men. By no means a sexually intemperate woman, she had no experience to fall back on. How was a woman to behave with two men she’d just had sex with? She hadn’t quite taken the nightcap from Joshua’s outstretched hand when she began thinking that this evening was the biggest, most foolish mistake of her life.
She took several sips of the drink. Neither man had fully closed his robe, and she thought their sleep attire interestingly characteristic of them. Joshua was mouthwatering in his boxer briefs and T-shirt, and Sven was the very definition of eye candy in his silk pajamas and robe.
“I’m not really sure what happened tonight,” she finally began, “but please understand that the way I behaved is something that’s never happened before, and will never happen again.” She watched as both men reacted negatively to her blunt declaration. “Until you two—I can’t believe I’m actually having to say this aloud—I hadn’t had sex in three years. Then, for reasons that escape me completely, I had sex with two men on the same night.” She closed her eyes and felt a warm embarrassment turn her pale cheeks and throat pink. “I’ve never been sexually experimental, never promiscuous.”
“But you did enjoy yourself?” Joshua inquired. When Annika hesitated in answering, he asked, “Didn’t you?”
“Yes, I did. I’d be lying if I told you otherwise.” She combed her fingers through her hair then stopped abruptly when she realized that the move caused her robe to separate slightly, showing pale cleavage that the men obviously enjoyed looking at. “But it can’t happen ever again, no matter how good it was.” She closed her eyes and said in a guilty whisper, “I had sooo many orgasms.”
“I will respect your wishes,” Sven said with quiet sincerity. “You are under my employ. I should have kept my distance. But I couldn’t…”
Joshua said, “I propose a slightly different trail we ride. There’s a saying about Las Vegas that whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. What about ‘Whatever happens in Elk’s Crossing, stays in Elk’s Crossing’?”
Annika felt her nipples tighten at the suggestion that a once-in-a-lifetime evening of unbridled passion might become something of greater duration. She felt the quickening of her heart and noticed that her hand was trembling slightly as she took another sip of her cocktail.
Sven’s brow furrowed. He looked at Annika and shrugged his broad shoulders.
“It’s American slang. What it means, if I’m interpreting Joshua’s suggestion accurately, is that as long as the three of us are in Elk’s Crossing, we can all do whatever we want to. But when you and I return to Oslo, we’ll end this little fling, and none of us will ever talk about it ever again.”
Sven smiled, and Annika felt her clitoris begin to itch slightly. His smile did disastrous things to her self-control.
“Say ‘yes’ to the proposition,” Joshua said, “and you’ll make me the happiest cowboy North Dakota’s ever seen.”
“Yes.”
“Seal the agreement with a kiss?”
Annika stepped closer to him and lifted up on her tiptoes as his left arm slipped around her waist. He slanted his mouth down over hers, kissing her lightly but evocatively. His hand slid from the small of her back to her bottom, where he cupped one cheek through her robe and teddy.
Under any circumstances it would turn me on to kiss Joshua, but it excites me even more to know that Sven’s watching me, waiting for his turn with me. I could sooo get used to this kind of attention from these men.
By the time the kiss finally ended, the lips of Annika’s pussy were slick with nectar, and whatever discomfort she’d experienced from the vigorous lovemaking earlier in the evening was slowly becoming a fading memory.
“Before you kiss me,” Annika said as she turned toward Sven, “I have to let the two of you know that I’m out of commission for the rest of the night. Like I explained, I hadn’t been with a man in three years, so I’m a little sore right now.”
“I’m sorry I hurt you,” Sven said.
“I’m not sorry,” Annika replied, reaching up to slide her hand around his neck as he bent to kiss her. “Not even a little bit.”
As Annika kissed Sven, she felt Joshua ease the cocktail glass out of her hand, and then a moment later he guided that hand up to his shoulder. Now that she had both hands free, she put her arms up on their shoulders and then slowly and passionately took turns kissing Sven, then Joshua. It was wildly disorienting and wickedly arousing to be kissing two sexually skillful and physically gorgeous men. When Joshua squeezed her breast through the teddy, Annika’s moan of approval was swallowed up in the kiss Sven was giving her. Three minutes passed before Annika took a step backward to disengage herself from the triangle of bodies.
“My knees are weak,” she whispered, her lips moist from the kisses. “I know it’s a cliché, but my knees really are weak.”
Each man stood with a cocktail glass in one hand, and an unbelted robe hanging from his shoulders. Sven, wearing the loose-fitting boxers, had a long cock angling out through the gaping fly. Joshua, in boxer-briefs, had an erection tenting the cotton.
In a slightly tremulous whisper, Annika said to Joshua, “Let it out.” She closed her eyes briefly as a wave of lust washed over her. “I want to see it.”
Joshua pushed his underwear down to the tops of his thighs. His cock, quite rigid though not yet fully erect, angled out away from his body.
“I seem to have,” Annika whispered, her gaze dancing from one cock to the other,
“an embarrassment of riches.” The men simultaneously stepped closer, and Annika reached for them, wrapping her fingers around the shafts of both cocks. She felt them throb in her hands, rapidly growing to their full stature. “I might be out of commission, but you men obviously aren’t. However, I think you’ll still find me, um, fun to be around.”
She sank slowly to her knees, with Joshua slightly to her right and Sven slightly to her left. She stroked the cocks, working her hands from the plump crowns all the way down to the bases, then back up again. It was almost surreal for Annika to be watching her own hands caressing two cocks simultaneously. Her mouth watered in anticipation of the feast before her, but she did not act immediately on her desires.
I’ve never really liked giving blow jobs, but just the thought of sucking on Sven and Joshua makes my pussy wet. What’s gotten into me…besides these two magnificent cocks?
She kissed the head of Sven’s cock, smacking her lips against it several times before letting her tongue snake out to moisten the taut flesh. This was the first time in her life she’d ever been on her knees to suck a man while he stood, and she discovered that she rather liked her lovers towering over her. There was something dominating in their stance, and something submissive in her posture, that made her clit burn with a forbidden D/s desire.
When she pushed her lips over Sven’s knob to take it completely into her mouth, he groaned softly. Annika put her tongue in motion against the underside, and she felt the crown pulse hotly, the shaft growing fractionally thicker and harder.
She took him in and out of her mouth a dozen times before turning her attention to Joshua and repeating the process. As she sucked, Annika’s head was spinning dizzily at the confusing reality that she was giving blow jobs to two men at the same time—and loving every second of it.
Earlier, when she’d taken first Sven’s cock into her pussy, then Joshua’s, she hadn’t had them simultaneously. First one had fucked her, and then the other bent her at the waist and took her from behind. The climaxes she experienced were magnificent, but she wasn’t with the men at the exactly same time.
Tonight I had the cum of these two men in my pussy at the same time. Soon I’ll have their cum in my stomach at the same time. What in hell has happened to me?
While sucking on Joshua’s cock, she stroked Sven’s saliva-moistened shaft. On a whim, with her left hand she reached down and, easing her fingers into the leg hole of her cotton teddy, she touched the lips of her pussy. She felt the slick cream of her excitement on her labia, and when she touched her clit, felt an almost electrical charge of lust go through her. The soft, feminine moan she heard surprised her because she was the one who made the passionate sound. Under the tutelage of Sven and Joshua, Annika was discovering that she was, in fact, a passionate woman.
I’ve got a cock in my mouth, another in my hand, and I’m fingering my creamy pussy. Only a wanton slut would behave like that. She moaned again, nibbling with her lips on the pulsing shaft of Joshua’s cock. With these men, I want to be a wanton slut. But only for them. Their very own wanton slut. Me.
Her middle finger slipped smoothly between the lips of her pussy with a minimum amount of discomfort. It seemed odd to Annika that she should be more embarrassed about fingering her own pussy while two men watched than she was about being on her knees, sucking their cocks.
Her mouth was filled to overflowing with what Joshua had for her when Sven reached down and eased his longer-fingered hand inside the V-neck décolletage of her teddy to cup one trembling breast. When he lightly and briefly pinched her nipple, Annika moaned lustily and tried to take even more of Joshua’s erection into her mouth than she could fit. She sputtered and nearly choked and had to release her lover’s cock to compose herself.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” Joshua said, his tone taut with sexual tension.
Annika looked up at her men and said, “I’ve changed my mind. I want you inside me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Joshua said.
“Are you going to make me beg you to fuck me?” Annika asked. She closed her eyes and tilted her face down, her palms resting lightly on her bare thighs. Quietly, she said aloud, “My God, I’m willing to beg these men to fuck me. What’s gotten over me?”
She rose to her feet, unknotted her sash, and let the shortie robe slide down her arms and fall to the floor. A moment later she’d pushed the shoulders of her teddy down her arms, and stepped out of that. Naked, feeling on the verge of a climax, she walked slowly to the sofa, then turned around toward her lovers.
“You two have turned me into a slut,” she whispered. “I’ve never done anything like this ever, ever before.”
They stripped themselves naked then crossed the room to Annika, their erections fully formed and, in her highly partisan view, mouthwateringly beautiful.
“I don’t know what to do,” Annika said, reaching out to once again wrap her fingers around two cocks, “so you’ll just have to take what you want, or let me know what you need. I just don’t—”
Sven’s firm kiss ended the discussion. He continued to feast on Annika’s mouth even as Joshua turned her so that her back was toward him and, with firm hands, moved her so that she was on her knees on the sofa.
When the kiss ended, Annika put her hands on the seat cushion of the sofa. She started to look over her shoulder at Joshua, but Sven took her chin in his palm and turned her face toward him. A moment later the crown of his cock was wedging her jaws wide apart, and his lusty flesh was sliding between her lips.
“Such a beautiful woman,” Sven said, his timbre husky, “and my cock’s in your mouth.”
Dirty talk used to turn me off. But when Sven talks dirty to me, my clit tingles. Everything about these men is completely different from all other men I’ve ever known. They’re the exception to every rule.
She was rotating her face around Sven’s cock when the head of Joshua’s erection spread the lips of her pussy then slid into her tight channel. Annika was still tender, and the size of his erection caused the most delicious pleasure/pain she’d ever experienced. He hadn’t quite worked the entire length of his cock into her pussy before Annika started coming, her voluptuous body twitching and trembling as the orgasmic contractions undulated through her.
When the orgasm subsided, she thought, I’ve never climaxed before with a cock in my mouth. But then, I’ve never had a cock in my pussy and another in my mouth at the same time, either.
It was bewildering to have cocks simultaneously seesawing into her mouth and pussy. To Annika’s utter amazement, when she regained her senses sufficiently after that first quick, shocking climax, she could feel another orgasm slowly but steadily approaching. Having two men at the same time heightened the stimulation going through her. Never before had a cock tasted so good on her tongue. Never before had it felt so naughty and exciting to get fucked doggie style.
Closing her eyes, she concentrated on all the different tactile sensations going through her. She felt, more distinctly than ever before in her life, the entire length and girth of Joshua’s cock as it slid deep into her pussy. And when his pelvis collided with the cheeks of her ass and she was knocked forward, she was aware of the sway of her breasts beneath her and of the cock that filled her mouth completely.
Two cocks. I’ve got two cocks inside me.
Annika was quite certain that she had been drugged, or perhaps somehow the only half-consumed gin cocktail had intoxicated her. She had to be drunk or drugged to feel so thoroughly trashy and so utterly aroused because of it. She was never more distinctly aware of every nerve in her body than at this moment.
In Norwegian, Sven said though clenched teeth, “Your mouth is so fucking hot.”
I’ve turned him on so much he’s forgetting what language to speak.
It was an ego-boosting notion for Annika, and because of it, she sucked just a little more firmly on the pumping cock that filled her mouth.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh, of a mouth and pussy bein
g vigorously fucked, filled the library. Annika was conscious of the sounds, and it was an erotic symphony that added fuel to her already overloading senses. Everything these men did to her pushed her relentlessly toward passion’s ultimate conclusion.
She climaxed a few seconds later, her spine bending and twisting as she shivered through the spasms while Sven and Joshua pierced her deeply. It was difficult to be careful enough to not scrape her teeth against Sven as she climaxed.
Somewhere in the throes of her climax, as her pussy clenched and flexed around Joshua’s undulated cock, he released his seed deep inside her. And moments after that, choking Annika with the immense volume of his release, Sven climaxed, his cum flooding her mouth. Annika nearly gagged on the thick cream that erupted from the big Norwegian. She swallowed, sputtered a little, but swallowed a second time.
When they were finished, Annika slumped to the side, her body naked and glistening with her own sweat and that of Sven’s and Joshua’s. The taste of cum was salty on her tongue, and the afterglow of multiple orgasms more satisfying than ever before in her life.
With a dreamy smile on her lips, Annika whispered, “I’ve got cum in my pussy and cum in my stomach. I’ve never in my life wanted to swallow cum until tonight. You men have turned me into a tramp, and I adore you for it.”
She had almost said, “and I love you for it.” She was glad that she hadn’t used the word “love,” though she wasn’t at all certain what exactly her feelings were toward the American cowboy and the Norwegian playboy and businessman.
Chapter Seven
Annika awoke the next morning alone in her guest room in the comfortable, queen-sized bed. She yawned and stretched and allowed herself the luxury of waking up slowly.
Events of the previous evening filtered slowly through her consciousness, and a smile curled her mouth. Sven was now her lover. She wasn’t terribly surprised that this was the case, since she’d been physically attracted to him about two seconds after first meeting him and emotionally attracted to him approximately thirty minutes after their introduction. But what was also true, and what brought a flush of embarrassment to go through her system, was that she was also the lover of Joshua Riggs, an honest-to-goodness American cowboy who just happened to own land over what Annika and Sven hoped was one of the larger deposits of oil in all of North America.
