by Casey Morgan
Keith got up and rushed upstairs. I wasn’t sure if he was embarrassed about what he had said or just wanted to get out of the room before he said something equally or more stupid. Max shook his head.
“That’s an insecure fellow,” he said. “I knew a man – a good friend of mine – he was a lot like that one. Constantly trying to prove to the world that he was better than he was. Nothing more dangerous than a man with something to prove.”
Could I be attracted to all three guys at the same time? I wondered.
I supposed it was possible, if it worked for Shanna and her elves.
I had just met them and who knew if I would end up with any of them? Still, we seemed to all have a moment, individually.
Two husbands had to be crazy enough, but three? What would that be like? I wondered.
“Ah, we’re used to it,” said Brody, about the English elf who had just ran away. “People stare or say things. But most people go on with their lives and mind their own. The way it should be.”
“Ms. Gilpenk,” said Max. “I wonder, are there any examples in your work of complicated relationships like theirs?”
“Hmm, that’s tough to answer,” said the archaeologist witch. “You see, we can only study what’s left behind and make inferences about the evidence and what it would suggest. It’s very difficult to extrapolate much about relationships sometimes.”
“Didn’t the Romans have open marriages sometimes?” I asked. “I seemed to recall reading that somewhere.”
“Not exactly,” she said. “Roman society was very different, but there were rules. Monogamy was at times strictly enforced, but prostitution was a legal practice. It wasn’t considered adultery for a man to have sex with the prostitute.”
“But for women?” asked Shanna.
“The rules for women were more strict depending on the era and depending on whether or not it was a member of the elite,” she explained. “Much like the modern era, if the affair was kept secret and discrete, no one cared. It was only when it endangered the household that it was considered a crime. But that’s not really a relationship.”
“What do you mean?” asked Max.
“Well, just because there are certain rules, laws and societal norms, doesn’t mean people abide by them,” she explained. “Case in point, our three friends here. They decided to get married despite the fact that the government under which they were living would not recognize the marriage as legal. Like modern people today, ancient Romans had a complex life of relationships.”
“So, it’s possible that they could’ve had a trio like Brody, Ryan and Shanna?” I asked.
“Well, anything’s possible, dear,” she said. “But it would’ve been exceedingly rare and most likely kept a secret. That’s why there’d not be archaeological evidence.”
“I think you would have to come forward in history a bit,” suggested Max. “The famous German scholar Dorothea von Rodde-Schlozer had a husband and a lover, although it was not officially recognized by the state.”
“Didn’t some famous Englishman do it as well?” said Brody, trying to think of the name. “I want to say Wellington? No, that’s not it.”
“I think you’re thinking of Lord Nelson,” said Gilpenk. “He was a naval hero and lover to the wife of Sir William Hamilton, a British ambassador. Lasted for quite a few years, I believe.”
“So, it seems that there are historical precedents for the arrangements,” concluded Max. “It’s strange they are still not formally recognized.”
“Well, it’s not that surprising,” said Shanna. “Look how long it took for gay and lesbian couples to be recognized, or for that matter, transgender people.”
“That’s a wee bit different, isn’t it?” said Brody. “It’s not like we’re being oppressed or anythin’. We do what we want and few people seem to care.”
The arrangement certainly sounds like it would be fun in bed. I mean, not that I ever did anything like that before, but three guys?
How do you please three men at once? I found myself wondering.
Oh, right. I suppose it was possible. But it probably required a lot of careful… placement.
“Mila, darlin’?” asked Brody, shaking me out of my daze. “Are you all right?”
“Huh?” I said dumbly. “I’m fine. Why?”
“Well, you just look a little flushed,” said Brody. “Your face is all red.”
“Oh,” I said. “I had a couple of hard ciders before I came in here. I’m a little tipsy, I guess.”
Whew. Good cover.
“Ah, yes,” agreed Brody. “The Odells make a fine cider. I think I’ll get me a bottle. Would anyone else like one?”
“I’ll try it,” said Max.
“But Max,” chastised Betty.
“Come on, my love, I’m on vacation,” Max responded, defensively.
Shanna served a great bangers and mash dinner, but I couldn’t get my mind off Aiden, Killian and Donovan. Killian and Donovan were brothers, like the Hennesseys were.
I supposed it made it easier to share a wife? Aiden was at least familiar with the concept on a family level and— No.
What am I thinking?
I’m talking crazy.
Here I am on vacation, looking for my ancestors, and I’m at dinner wondering whether I could actually be with three men at once.
What’s that about?
Try as I might, though, I couldn’t seem to help it. I was so horny. I would have to take care of myself later.
A quick session with the vibrator might really take the edge off. Although I didn’t intend to use it at all on this trip, sometimes you have to just get through the night.
Brody came back into the room with his hard cider. He put his hand on one of Shanna’s and Ryan put his hand on the other.
The three of them seemed pretty happy. I imagined the various sex positions they could have with three people. I suppose with four, the positions didn’t vary much, and could be even more exciting.
As I sat there thinking about, I got flushed. I mean, I was really turned on. I started to sweat, and I could feel my face heating up and my pussy started to tingle.
At the beginning of the dinner, I had been mindlessly stabbing my food with a fork. Suddenly, I decided it was best that I have a little “me” time.
Right before dessert came, I excused myself and headed back to my room. If I was going to do this, I figured, I might as well do this right. I went into my room, locked the door and I got out my trusty vibrator.
Maybe I couldn’t actually be in a relationship with three guys at the same time, but at least I could fantasize about it.
Chapter 5
Mila
First, I drew myself a nice warm bath. I soaped myself up and then soaked in the tub a bit.
I lit some candles and the bathroom had plenty of scents and salts for the bath. It was nice and luxurious. Then I got out a vibrator that was specifically designed for underwater adventures. It was waterproof.
I was thinking about the three boys touching me and the scenario in which it would happen. First, I imagined Aiden coming up to my room to bring me a drink.
He walks in on me as I am getting dressed and surprises me with his large, strong elf presence. I’m a little shocked and I laugh, but he’s embarrassed. He’s cute and shy like that.
I tell him not to be and that the human body is a beautiful thing. I show him by throwing aside my towel and letting him see me completely naked. He cannot resist and comes over to kiss me. We start making out and it’s very sexual.
While I was imagining the scenario, I turned on the vibrator. I was getting gentle vibration in my pussy. There was an additional attachment that was designed to touch the clit, but I had it turned away for now. I was trying to build up my orgasm into something memorable.
Back to the fantasy. Aiden is in the room ravaging me. He’s kissing me everywhere and holding me with his big strong arms. I kiss his neck and his handsome face.
I start to unbuckle
his pants, pull down his trousers and take out his cock. I slide down to my knees and suck on his engorged manhood. He starts to moan in pleasure, but I don’t let him cum. I want to feel him inside me.
Just as he’s about to take me on the bed, Donovan and Killian walk in on us. They’re just as big and strong as Aiden. Three handsome, strapping elves – just for me. What a dream come true.
At first, there’s a bit of shock and confusion. Aiden tries to cover up, but I stand there defiantly, demanding to know why they’ve walked in on us.
They say they saw Aiden come up here and thought it was another opportunity to talk to me. I tell them it is an opportunity and that we should all get to know each other… intimately. Aiden is game, and Donovan and Killian must be as well, because they both begin to take their clothes off.
Back in the tub, I was really giving my pussy the business with the vibrator. I was deep inside myself and the little machine was rattling my insides in the most delightful way.
Now it was time to turn the attachment around to my clit. Ah, yes. That felt great on my clit. I pushed the hood up and the machine was vibrating and tickling my most sensitive parts.
In my mind, I was sucking each of the boys off. Here in the room, I had cast all my sexual inhibitions aside. While I sucked one, I stroked the other two. I went around and around until all three cocks were nice and hard. Then it was time for them to please me.
I got on the bed and laid down sideways. I let Aiden enter my pussy. His cock filled me with warmness that made my juices flow.
Then Killian pressed into my asshole. Oh, it felt tight inside me.
And finally, I took Donovan in my mouth. All three cocks inside me at the same time. Each were going in and out. It was the most erotic thing I had ever done.
The four of us were moaning and enjoying it. Then came the climax.
Donovan came into my mouth and on my face, while Aiden and Killian both filled me with their cum. The hot sensation inside my ass and pussy caused me to cum.
I was now cumming in real life in the bath tub. I grabbed the side of the tub as I plunged the vibrator deep inside myself. I was overwhelmed by the sensation and let out a squeal.
I was shaking inside. I dropped the vibrator in the bottom of the tub and held onto the side and just shook in the warm water. It was incredible.
I got up and dried myself off and put on my bathrobe. I was still a little woozy from the orgasm. It was crazy. I never dreamed of anything like that before.
Three men inside me at once?
It was a porno film, not my life.
But still, I couldn’t get over how much it turned me on. Was it the vibrator just at the right spot, or was it the thought of being taken and ravaged by three men at the same time?
They say sex is 90% mental. I mean, was it possible that I was turned on by the thought of three men?
What if I kept fantasizing about it? Then fantasy might have to turn into reality, right?
Because if sex was mostly mental, I would need my fantasy to come close to reality to finish.
Of course, I guess I could just keep picturing it in my head. Wasn’t that what guys did? Picture their favorite porno when they got bored in bed?
Maybe I needed to explore these new feelings. I could talk to Aiden, Donovan and Killian.
There was nothing wrong with talking and discussing things, right? Maybe the subject would come up on its own or perhaps I could steer the conversation that way.
But what if they thought I was strange for talking about it? Would they think I was a total sex maniac for wanting to explore those feelings?
Like the English elf had said, it wasn’t normal. What if some of my elves – goodness, I was already thinking of them as my elves – thought the same way he did? I could end up pushing them away before I had a chance to really get to know them. That would not be good.
As always, that was the key. You had to get to know someone.
Nothing complicated a relationship like having sex too early. Jumping into bed too soon was never a good thing.
I had learned that the hard way a few times. Then again, I did really like sex. I had to have a little every night or I couldn’t get to sleep. I had brought several sex toys with me for a reason. I even would get bored with the same one after a while, and have to switch it up.
It took me a while to get bored of real cock, though. Aiden was very handsome. He seemed pretty nervous around me. I sensed he didn’t have the same confidence that the other two elves had.
Killian, however, was the experienced one. He was a smooth operator who knew how to treat a lady.
Donovan was definitely rough around the edges, but in a way that turned me on.
Each one of the boys was exiting and a turn on in his own way.
I looked at myself in the mirror. Was I still young enough to do something this crazy and reckless?
Why had I come to Ireland? Was it to find my ancestors?
No. It was to find myself. That was what a search for ancestors was about. It was about searching for identity.
But what about sexual identity? Now I was questioning it. Shanna, Brody and Ryan had ignored society’s norms and forged their own path. Why shouldn’t I do the same?
No, I was being ridiculous. Max said it himself – the situation was incredibly rare in history. The chances of Aiden, Donovan and Killian all wanting to enter into a relationship with me were astronomically against that idea actually playing out in real life.
Maybe I could date one of them, assuming I played my cards right and assuming they felt the same way. That was just what I would have to do then, I thought, as I cleaned my vibrator and put it away.
I would only think about it in my mind. I wouldn’t try to act on it in reality.
Famous last words though, right?
Chapter 6
Donovan
That Mila was something else. Sure, I was attracted to her body. I loved her curvy ass and ample breasts. Not to mention her sparkling eyes and the dimple in her cheek.
But her personality was even more enticing: she was friendly, sweet, and funny. I wished I could see her again, but I still had to work out how to do that.
The day after I met her, I went back to the pub in Hennessey House to meet mi mates. Killian was havin’ a pint and talking to Aiden as I entered.
“What’s up, lads?” I greeted them. “Aiden, can you spare a pint for your poor ol’ pal?”
“I can’t give you a freebie, Donovan,” said Aiden stealing a glance back towards the bar. “Brody is watching me like a hawk since he made me bartender. I had to pay for the last two pints I give ye. Plus, it’s not true that you’re poor. The Odell brand has blown up and you’re rolling in dough. You can certainly buy your own pint.”
Well, he had me there. To say that our brand had blown up was an understatement. My brother and I were fucking billionaires. We had so much money now, we didn’t know what to do with it. It was great.
I just liked getting my friend to give me free beer. I supposed my luck had run out in that department, though – ever since word got around Luck’s Hollow how filthy rich I’d become.
I slapped the exact amount of a pint of Guinness on the table.
“A pint, then, on me,” I said. “Here ya are.”
Aiden took the money and went back to the bar to pour me one. Killian sipped his own pint.
“He’s taking Mila to the McDonnells later,” he revealed.
“Are you ye kiddin’ me? They’ll eat him alive,” I said.
“I know,” agreed Killian.
“Did ye try to talk him out of it?”
“Aye, but he didn’t listen, boyo,” explained Killian. “Perhaps you can talk some sense into the lad without punchin’ him.”
“I wasn’t gonna punch him,” I insisted.
“What were you gonna do with him then?” asked Killian.
“I don’t know, but punchin’ him seemed like escalatin’ the violence too fast,” I said. “I could t
ry talkin’ to him a wee bit. I can be persuasive.”
Killian shrugged.
“You don’t think so?” I objected.
“Not really,” admitted Killian. “No offense, but it’s a job done better by yours truly.”
Aiden came back with my beer.
“Aiden, we’ll be happy to escort you and Mila to the McDonnells,” I said. “You don’t even have to ask.”
“That’s good. Because I didn’t ask,” he said, sounding mildly annoyed.
“You don’t have to,” I assured him again.
“Yeah, that’s why I didn’t,” he said.
“Good, then we’re in agreement,” I said, taking a sip.
“No. We’re not,” he snapped. “You just want to talk to Mila again. You two gits walked in on us while we were talking. Mila likes me. Not you.”
“Are ye daft?” I said. “It’s clear the woman is attracted to me. We shared a moment. You both saw it happen.”
“I shared a moment before you even got there,” Aiden insisted. “I felt a real live jolt of electricity between us. That can happen, you know? When a witch falls in love? It happened with us. So, I’m taking Mila to the McDonnells myself.”
Hmmm.
I didn’t have to think hard to remember the same jolt of electricity between Mila and myself.
How could it be that Aiden had felt it too?
Perhaps the old jolt of electricity rumor was urban legend about witches.
It couldn’t possibly have been experienced by both of us.
Could it?
“But what about Peter?” Killian reminded Aiden. “He did beat you up when you were a wee lad.”
“He’s still a wee lad,” I insisted. “He’ll still beat him up.”
“I’m not afraid of the McDonnells,” Aiden said, unconvincingly. “I can be tough.”
“Please,” I scoffed. “The only thing you’re tough against is a package of crisps. And even then, I give the crisps even odds of beating you, anyway.”
Aiden moved forward, but Killian intervened.
