Double Dirty Outlaws: A MFM Romance

by Alexa Anna

  Am I becoming delirious from the orgasm?

  I no longer am aware of what’s happening—the orgasm is that powerful. It’s incredible. The most incredible, beautiful thing I’ve ever felt in my whole life.

  The three of us don’t move. We can’t move. We’re too exhausted. We’re too spent. Completely spent. There’s nothing left in us.

  We doze off in a bundle of cuddling. I’m in the middle and Colton and Zach are on either side of me, with the busted bed underneath us, and the other busted bed off to the side.

  “Two beds,” says Colton, stirring slightly, as he looks around. “Not a bad record. Not bad at all.”

  “I can’t believe it,” I say. “That was completely crazy. Completely incredible.”

  “I can barely believe it either,” says Zach, which is an uncharacteristic thing for him to say. Normally he’d be making some joke or some smart-ass remark, wouldn’t he?

  There’s a knock on the door.

  “Everything all right in there?” says what must be the concierge outside the room in the hallway.

  Zach, Colton, and I look at each other and we all start laughing.

  “More than all right,” I call out.

  “I heard some noises. We’ve been getting complaints,” says the concierge, in a nervous voice. “You’re sure everything is all right?”

  “Well,” I say, loud enough that he can hear me clearly. “We were fucking so hard, the three of us, that we broke both the beds. But don’t worry, we’ll pay for it.”

  “By pay for it, you mean me and Colton will pay for it,” says Zach.

  “Exactly,” I say, and all three of us laugh.

  “That should give him something to talk and gossip about,” says Colton.

  “Exactly,” I say. “Got to give them something to do. The town’s small enough and that gang story is going to be the biggest news around here… except for the three of us.”

  “Yeah?” says Zach. “Maybe they’ll write an article about our crazy affair.”

  “That’s something I wanted to talk to you both about,” I say, feeling confident and at ease with them. The atmosphere is relaxed and I feel very close to them emotionally. I guess that’s what happens after you’ve been through so much with two people. The three of us together make a real team.

  “What is it?” says Colton, stretching out his legs.

  The three of us are still naked and we’re cuddling together, with me sandwiched between their big naked bodies.

  “I just… I read the articles about you guys,” I say. “And I just wanted to see… I’m not sure how to put it. But the thing is I have real feelings for the two of you, and I didn’t know if I was just another girl on the lineup, so to speak. If it’s like that, I think you’d better just tell me so we all know the cards we’ve been dealt.”

  Colton and Zach look at each other and smile at each other. Then they turn their heads to me and smile at me.

  “You’re worried?” says Colton.

  “Sounds like it,” says Zach.

  I hem and haw for a moment before saying, “I guess I am. You guys mean a lot to me. I was hoping this wasn’t just some crazy fling… I was hoping I wasn’t just another one of your girls. I was hoping that this was something real. I was hoping that what I felt for you two you also felt for me.”

  “Frankly,” says Colton. “I think I’m in love with you.”

  This catches me completely by surprise and I catch my breath in surprise, holding it in.

  “I’m definitely in love with her,” says Zach.

  “You hear that, Aly?” says Colton, winking at me, and using his strong hands to massage me lightly. “Zach loves you. And I do, too. I love you, Aly.”

  “I love you, too, Aly,” says Zach, his voice dead serious for once.

  “Oh my god!” I say.

  Tears are streaming down my face. But they’re tears of joy.

  This is the happiest I’ve been in a long time. Maybe this is the happiest I’ve ever been.

  “I love you, too,” I say. “I love you both. I love you, Colton. And I love you, Zach.”

  Colton leans in and kisses me then he withdraws, and Zach comes in for a kiss.

  I’m gazing into each of their pairs of eyes in turn.

  “This is the happiest I’ve ever been,” I say.

  “Me too,” says Zach. “I’ve never been in love before.”

  “Me neither,” says Colton.

  “You know,” says Zach. “All those women before—those were just the people we needed to meet in order to find you.”

  “Yeah,” says Colton. “You’re the one we were looking for all along. We just didn’t know it.”

  I laugh, and for some reason I get an urge to start tickling Zach. He starts giggling and then I move onto Colton, who tickles me back. Soon we’re one big pile of giggling laughter, all of us being tickled out our senses.

  The rain continues to beat down outside, creating the coziest atmosphere you could ask for in a slightly run down hotel room with two broken beds.

  “What do you say we get a room with some working beds?” says Zach. “I have a feeling this isn’t the only recreation we’re going to get up tonight, and I’d rather do it without breaking any bones.”

  “I’ve got a better idea,” says Colton. “Why don’t we just get the hell out of here? I’ve fixed my dad’s problem with his hardware store and it’s not like he wants me around anyway, so let’s just get the hell out of here.”

  “Sounds good,” says Zach. “I’ve had enough of these gangs and these small town attitudes. I say we head back to New York.”

  “There’s only one problem,” I say. “I still don’t have a job and I don’t have any money.”

  “Money?” says Colton.

  “Is that all you need?” says Zach.

  “Yeah,” says Colton. “We’ve got plenty of that. Don’t worry about that.”

  “Money’s no problem,” says Zach. “I’ve got tons of it. They pay you quite a lot for playing professional football, you know?”

  I laugh. “I know you two are rich,” I say. “But I want to earn my own money. I can’t just take it from you guys.”

  “Understandable sentiment,” says Colton. “But you can’t make any real money in this town. Come back to New York with us. We can live at my place. Or we’ll get an apartment just for the three of us. You can find another job. I’m sure of it. That last company you worked for just sounded wacky. The good thing about New York is there are a ton of people there who need a good graphic artist.”

  “You’ll come live with us, won’t you?” says Zach.

  I nod and my face breaks into a smile.

  “Thanks, guys,” I say.

  “Don’t even think of thanking us,” says Zach.

  “Yeah,” says Colton. “Don’t even think about it.”

  “I already did, guys,” I say, giving them each a kiss on the mouth.

  Colton

  EPILOGUE

  We all moved back to New York City. It’s better here, where people really don’t give a damn that the three of us are in a relationship together. Hell, there are people in New York doing much weirder things than what we’re doing.

  It turns out Aly was really seriously underselling herself as a graphic artist, and she got a job within a couple weeks of returning to the city.

  It’s been a few months now, and we’re all settling into our new apartment. My old apartment was big, but this one’s even bigger, and much more suitable for me, Zach, and Aly.

  The three of us split the rent evenly, which Aly can do now that she’s earning quite a bit at a big graphic arts firm in Manhattan. She’s already been promoted once, and it looks like she might become the head of her own team in no time. All she really needed was a push to get out of the city and to have some more confidence in herself, and I think me and Zach have given that to her.

  Although, honestly, everyone can use some more confidence, usually, and I don’t think Zach and I were any
exception. We’ve both grown as people, and it’s Aly who’s made us do that.

  The three of us sleep in an extra large bed that I had specially made for us. There are two bathrooms in the master bedroom, which suits our needs even better. As three people living together, we’ve got to sometimes adapt to the circumstances when they come up.

  No one was happy that we all decided to be in a relationship. And by no one, I mean that Aly, Zach, and I were thrilled. It’s been the best thing that’s ever happened to us, but I mean that none of our parents were happy at all. Zach’s parents made a rare phone call to him (he almost never talks to them) just to express their displease with his lifestyle. His dad even called him homosexual, but fortunately almost nothing makes Zach upset and he really doesn’t care what his parents think about him.

  But, gradually, month by month, I think our parents are coming around to the idea. They can see now that it isn’t some passing thing. It isn’t some fad. No, it’s nothing more than three people who really love each other.

  The sex has only gotten better. We’ve learned things about each other’s bodies we never thought we would know. Zach and I both routinely take Aly together at the same time.

  Once in a while, I’ll hook up with Aly alone, or Zach will hook up with her alone, but the vast majority of the time, it’s the three of us together, with me and Zach sharing Aly. We still lust hungrily after her body and she lusts after us.

  Remember that Zach was only here in New York for a visit? Well, he overstayed his visit by a long shot. He didn’t want to have to move away from us, and all three of us would have been devastated if Zach had to return to his team for the start of the next football season.

  So, in the end, he got himself traded to another New York City team. He couldn’t be happier about it and neither could Aly and I.

  Now the three of us get to live together in our apartment that the three of us share. We’ve learned not to give a damn about what people think and we’ve also learned that most of the time no one really does care about what you’re up to. It’s usually just a couple of loud voices here and there that tell you what you’re doing is wrong. If you hear them, don’t pay them any mind. That’s what the three of us have learned.

  Football season is rolling around again. Summer training wasn’t nearly as brutal or hard this year, knowing that Aly was always at home waiting for me and Zach to return all sweaty. We’d peel off our training clothes and work at fucking Aly just as hard as we had trained earlier that day for football.

  “Hey there,” says Aly, as I come into the room and pull off my shirt, revealing my sweaty torso. I showered in the gym, but I was working out so hard that I must have started sweating all over again.

  “You look sexy,” I say.

  She giggles at this. She’s lying completely naked, with the sheet over her for enticement purposes, I suppose.

  “That sheet’s there just to drive me crazy, isn’t it?” I say.

  “Well,” says Aly. “I am a graphic artist. I’m supposed to know how to make things look more enticing.”

  “Well you did a great job,” I say, heading over to the bed and leaning down and kissing her. “Is Zach back yet?”

  She shakes her head. “He’s still at practice. I’m so glad he got this new team to play for. You know, I didn’t even know there were two professional football teams in New York.”

  I laugh. “I never pegged you for a huge football fan,” I say.

  “You wouldn’t know, but I used to watch your games a lot,” she says, giggling wildly.

  “Why’s that so funny?” I say. “I’m a pretty good player.”

  “I know you are, honey, but… I used to…”

  “You used to?”

  “I used to masturbate while watching you play.”

  I laugh. “That turns me on,” I say.

  “Good,” she says.

  “But let’s wait for Zach,” I say.

  Aly nods and checks her watch. “He should be back pretty soon.”

  “Hey,” she says. “I was thinking about going to one of your games once the season starts.”

  “That’d be great,” I say. “We’re actually playing Zach’s team first game of the season.”

  “Seriously? I didn’t even know New York teams would fight each other.”

  I laugh at this. “Play each other,” I say, correcting her.

  She laughs at her mistake. “Like I said,” she says. “I never really paid much attention to the games. I only paid attention to you and your body.”

  “Well you can pay attention to both our bodies first game of the season,” I say.

  “I was thinking,” says Aly. “Maybe we should invite all our parents to town and we can take them out to dinner and everything. We can bring them to the game. I know mine should be proud of me for dating a football star. And two is always better than one, isn’t it?”

  “That’s what you always say?” I say, smirking, knowing that when Aly usually says this, she’s referring to two for something else.

  “You know,” I say. “I guess it’s at least worth a shot. I’ve never even met Zach’s parents.”

  Aly nods. “Well there’s time for all that later. I think I hear Zach coming home.”

  Sure enough, Zach walks into the room and grins at us. “Hope you two didn’t get started without me,” he says, pulling off his shirt.

  We shake our heads and Zach comes over and kisses Aly on the mouth. I lean in and kiss her too.

  “You two are the best,” says Aly, breathless. “The best boyfriends any woman could ask for, in New York or the whole world.”

  We fall into a pile of embraces on the large bed. The mattress is plush and the sheets and comforters are thick and white. It’s the exact opposite of that crummy motel where we first both entered Aly together for the first time. We don’t always do that, but we often do, with one of us in her ass and one of us in her pussy.

  After quite a bit of foreplay, Aly gets onto her knees and I get behind her and grab the lube. We’ve all been tested, so we don’t worry so much about condoms anymore. Aly’s on birth control too.

  My swollen cock slides into her ass and she groans in pleasure. It seems like she’s grown to like it more and more. That’s what they say about it anyway—that the more you have it the more you like it. It still feels as tight as ever to me. Tight, but also incredibly intimate, incredibly special, no matter how many times we do it.

  Zach’s got his cock in her mouth right now and she’s bobbing her head up and down.

  Now Zach slides himself underneath her, playing with her breasts, and she arches her back and moans in pleasure.

  Zach expertly helps her slide her body down around his cock and he starts pumping his hips up, fucking her from below.

  Aly’s groaning and grunting in pleasure. Zach and I are both growling. This is our real workout. It’s far more intense than any football game or any football workout.

  We’re also both in great shape, and so is Aly. She’s been working out more and her body is starting to get a sexy and defined shape.

  I continue fucking her, hard and fast, and she orgasms, her moans exploding into the room as the orgasm rips through her. Her body seems to go weak as the orgasm takes hold of her.

  She’s shaking her ass… the way her back arches drives me wild… seeing her hair fall down around her…

  My cock throbs almost painfully. A second later it explodes, and I bury my cock as far into her as I can.

  “Holy shit,” I say, falling off to one side of her.

  Zach continues to fuck her from below, from the face-up lying down position.

  But Aly’s too exhausted to slide her body up and down his shaft. Our intense fucking has taken everything out of her. Zach’s cock explodes inside her and Aly’s orgasm continues intensely as she cries out.

  Zach

  It’s the day of the big game. Start of the season and all that. Colton and I are pretending to be competitive with each other but honestly, we
don’t really care who wins. We both know that we’ve got what we want in life—and that’s Aly. We’ve got Aly, which has taken some of the ruthlessness out of us. She’s tames us in a way, and I never thought I’d ever say that.

  We said good luck to each other before the game, and clapped each other on the back. Of course, that was right after we finished making love to Aly together. We decided it was good luck to make love to her before the game, despite what the coaches say.

  My new coach is big on abstinence before a game to enhance performance, but I’m not buying any of it. I’m very, very suspicious of anyone who tells me how much (or little, in this case) sex I can have. Screw that, right?

  My phone rings.

  “Zach!” says my dad, practically screaming into the phone.

  “Dad?” I say. “I’m surprised that you called.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you never call me. You never even pick up when I call.”

  “Well, I didn’t want you to think I’d miss the big game. First day on the new team, am I right?”

  “Actually,” I say. “I’ve been training with them all summer, but it’s our first game.”

  “Well, didn’t want you to think I’d miss it, Zach.”

  My dad’s sounding totally weird. This isn’t like him. He normally isn’t communicative at all, a lot like Colton’s parents. But he’s all jovial sounding now. It’s like he’s making a big effort to sound like he’s excited to talk to me.

  “What the hell’s going on, Dad?” I say.