The Stagers

THE STAGERS

Louisa Neil

MENAGE AMOUR

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THE STAGERS Copyright © 2010 by Louisa Neil E-book ISBN: 1-60601-845-0 First E-book Publication: May 2010 Cover design by Jinger Heaston All cover art and logo copyright © 2010 by Siren Publishing, Inc. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission. All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

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Dear Readers, I’m thrilled you chose The Stagers for your reading enjoyment. I hope this novel provides you with an erotic escape and fuels your own fantasies. This work is copyrighted. By purchasing this ebook, you are entitled to a copy of it for your personal reading pleasure. Please do not share a copy of this novel with friends or post a copy to any file sharing site. Doing so is illegal and morally wrong. It also hurts me because it affects my means to provide for my family. If you enjoy this book, please respect my hard work and don’t give it away. I love to hear from my readers. You can contact me at [email protected] With deep gratitude, Louisa Neil

DEDICATION For my husband, my erotic muse. Acknowledgments: My thanks to G.W. for his extensive knowledge of Miami real estate. My thanks to everyone at Siren Ménage for their continued support.

THE STAGERS LOUISA NEIL Copyright © 2010

Prologue Farrin struggled to carry the coffee containers, the sandwich bag, and her purse as she hurried to the door of the deli. She was about to push it with her hip when it was opened from the outside, leaving her slightly off balance. She paused, resettled her purchases, and glanced to the man holding it open. Her nod of thanks was automatic, but she held his gaze momentarily. His smile let her know she was staring, and she felt a rush of heat from her neck to her cheeks. “Ah, thanks,” was all she managed to utter as she hurried from the doorway. The few steps to her parked truck gave her time to wonder what it would be like to be touched by a man like him. She knew it was silly, he was a total stranger, but his small kindness was appreciated. The fact he wasn’t hard to look at compounded her thoughts. She put her purchases on the hood of the vehicle while she unlocked the door and settled everything on the floor of the passenger side so it wouldn’t spill. Behind the wheel, she waited for the air conditioning to come on full blast. In that time, her kind stranger exited the store, a coffee container in his hand. She didn’t hold back the sigh that came with a second glimpse of him. Farrin decided he was probably around forty-ish. He had brown hair that was just starting to grey at the temples. He had to be at least six foot tall compared to her five foot, six inches. What struck her most was the glint in his green eyes as he smiled at her.

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“Well,” she said aloud, “now if I could meet a man like him, I might consider sex again.” She shook her head, knowing it was best to leave that part of her life dormant for a bit longer. While she was settling into her new condo and job reasonably well, she wasn’t into meeting new men, yet. This stranger had stirred something deep within her she thought was long dead. As she drove to work, she found she was pressing her thighs together to ease the sudden ache developing in her crotch. It was a pleasant feeling, but she knew it came with complications. At this point in her life, she had enough to deal with. Nevertheless, it was good to know she could still turn a man’s head. “Get a grip girl,” she said, pulling into her appointed parking spot behind the shop. “Maybe tonight,” she mused, thinking about the new dildo in her nightstand, one she’d purchased but hadn’t used, yet. This stranger with wide shoulders, a flat belly, and a killer smile might be the catalyst.

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Chapter One Van glanced at Lyle as he stretched to his full height, his cock stirring at the sight of his well-built, well-endowed friend. He dropped the long length of his lean body onto one of the teak lounge chairs on his back deck overlooking the intra-coastal water way of his Florida home. He was full from the brunch Lyle had brought, as well as the mimosas. “The Murphy’s house is coming along,” Lyle said, taking the lounge beside Van. “The crew will finish the kitchen backsplash by Tuesday, and then they’ll start on the floor ceramic.” He hesitated and added, “Are you sure you want to use terra cotta on the floor when we just put in those beautiful sea green tiles in the kitchen? I just don’t see it working.” He dropped his arm over his eyes to shield them from the intense afternoon sun. “That wasn’t my call, remember. Mr. Murphy had them left over from his new house and wanted to use them up on the renovation. I couldn’t talk him out of them, even if they do clash.” “He’s a fool. He’ll never get his price on that place with mix and match tiles. Anyone walking in will see immediately it was a patch up.” Lyle let out an expressive sigh of distain. “Why do they hire us if they won’t take our advice?” “Just be thankful they keep hiring us, my friend, or we’d both lose a chunk of our income.” Van paused and sat forward. “Unless,” he hesitated before adding, “What if we started tiling the pool surrounds first?”

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“And use them all up there? He’d have to let us pick something that will match the interior then. Van, that’s a wonderful idea. Why didn’t I think of it?” “That’s why our partnership works, Lyle. We’re both very smart men.” “That and you’re not hard to look at.” Van gave him a resigned look. “What about the granite for the countertops?” He watched Lyle stand and move to the railing as a large pleasure boat cruised past. He gave the boaters an enthusiastic wave, and they honked their horn in reply. “I found a white slab with a vein of green running through it. It’s big enough to use on all the kitchen counters.” “Good, then we’ll start the pool first with the terra cotta tile, and when that’s done, we’ll see what’s left over.” “Do you want to see a sample of the granite, or should I just order it?” “Order it. This job is annoying me already. Between building their new house and getting their old one ready to market, I’ll be glad when we’re done with the Murphys.” “Agreed. Is business over for the day?” “Yeah, go ahead home. It’s Sunday. Supposed to be your day off.” Van caught the mischievous smile on Lyle’s lips. “What?” “I’m horny.” He slid his thumbs under the waist band of his trunks. Letting them drop to the ground, he stood before Van, his erection full and throbbing. He watched Lyle stroke his cock several times before he moved beside his lounge. “I’m not in the mood, Lyle. Save it for your date tonight with Nina. I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to give you a little head tonight.” “Of course she will. That’s why I keep dating her. But she doesn’t have all the right equipment and I’m in the mood to suck your cock.” “I’m not in the mood to reciprocate. I’m tired, and the mimosas hit my head. I just want to relax and nap a bit.”

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“Then this will really make you tired.” Lyle was persistent and Van didn’t argue further, rather lifted his hips from the seat as Lyle tugged his shorts down his body. “You relax. Let me do you. We’ll consider it a sixty-eight, you can owe me one.” Van settled back in his lounge and allowed Lyle to straddle his legs, his mouth capturing his erection in one long, wet pull. His hips darted upward automatically at the tug. Lyle’s hands centered on Van’s hips, holding him where he wanted him. His lips and mouth continued to swallow the hardened length repeatedly. His hand wrapped around the shaft and pumped him when he spoke. “I just love your cock, Van. Do you know how blessed you really are?” He gave him an impish grin and swallowed him, using his tongue to tease the underside of Van’s cock on each outward pull. His free hand drifted from Van’s to his own erection and started pulling on it with the same rhythm his mouth used on Van. “Having fun?” he teased, shifting to take him deeper down his throat. In the heat of the Florida afternoon, Van closed his eyes and took what was offered. With each long, wet pull of Lyle’s mouth, his cock hardened. When he added a bit of his teeth on a backward pull, Van felt the tingling start in his balls. “Keep that up, and you’ll make me come.” Lifting his head only briefly, Lyle answered, “That was the point, wasn’t it?” “Yeah, and it feels really good. Use your free hand to palm my balls.” “Your wish.” Lyle moved his position to kneel beside Van’s lounge. He moved him so he was lying on his side, his cock swallowed while Lyle’s hand gently squeezed his testicle. His other hand moved back to his own cock and pulled it with a practiced ease. Van continued to accept the offering, letting Lyle swallow his erection. “You’re gonna come soon, Van. I can tell by the twitch in your dick.” “Are you close?” he asked.

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“I’ve been holding off until you were ready.” Without further words, Lyle continued giving Van’s cock his sweet mouth torture. “That’s it, Van. We’re past the point of no return,” he managed to utter. Lyle sucked him deep down the back of his throat and tugged on his testicles a bit harder. When he did, Van let loose his load. Lyle swallowed all of it while using his hand to pump his dick until he sprayed on his own belly. When they had both finished, Van dropped to the patio and closed his eyes against the sun. “I’m exhausted,” he said, “but sated.” “I’m exhausted,” Van told him. “And all I did was lay here.” He let his fingers ruffle through Lyle’s sandy brown hair. “I’m gonna jump in the pool to clean off and head home. I have time to nap and still pick up Nina on time.” “Not a problem, I’m always willing to accommodate you.” “That’s why we get along,” Lyle added with wink. “I’ll see you Tuesday at the warehouse. I want to see what your new apprentice has chosen for the condo showing next weekend.” “We’ll both be there by ten.” Lyle jumped in the pool and swam a lap before pulling himself up out of the water and heading directly to the outdoor shower. When he finished, he walked back toward Van, a fluffy white towel drying the moisture from his body. “I had her pull the main furniture. It will be interesting to see what she uses for accessories.” He tossed the towel toward a lounge chair and reached for his trunks. “Are you sure?” “I’m done for the day, Lyle. Go pick up Nina and do her.” “I will, but it won’t be the same.” “Shouldn’t be.” Van gave him a resigned smile. “Thanks for breakfast.” “I’ll see you Tuesday at the warehouse.” Then he was gone, and Van was extremely grateful in several directions. While he and Lyle worked well together in the past, their personal relationship had developed into a deeper friendship over the last years. He felt no guilt. If they were both of the same minds,

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they’d have sex. On days like today, when Van wasn’t in the mood, Lyle would suck him off with a passion most women wouldn’t understand. Their relationship became sexual one day in the warehouse a few years ago. Van charged in with a problem on a staging job, and Lyle had copped an attitude. They’d bantered back and forth until finally Lyle said the simple words. “You don’t hate me or my work, Van. You’re frustrated because you haven’t gotten laid in too long. I can fix that for you.” He’d moved before Van and carefully opened the zipper on his pants, drawing them down his legs. There had been a few rounds of ‘Someone might see,’ and ‘This isn’t right,’ but in the end, Van had let Lyle suck him off. They’d moved to the bedding area and wound up in a sixty-nine. Lyle brought Van’s cock back to life a second time, using his hands and his mouth. Van decided they’d gone this far, why not. He took Lyle’s hard cock to his lips and sucked him with total abandon. He’d made Lyle suck two of his fingers before pushing them into his anus while he continued to swallow him. Lyle reciprocated with his own fingers, fucking Van’s ass while sucking him. They both came, exhausted, sated, and their attitudes gone. From that afternoon on, they fucked and sucked whenever one of them felt like it. Sometimes, Van would initiate the interlude, wanting to be filled by Lyle’s impressive penis. Other times, Lyle wanted to be filled with Van’s larger cock. It had all worked out between them. Their only rule was it stayed between them. Their private moments had nothing to do with business, only fulfillment and lust. Their arrangement worked for them. Tired from a long week, sated from Lyle’s mouth, he let himself drift to sleep on the lounge.

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Chapter Two Van shifted is growing cock in his pants as he wound his way through the antique shop that fronted the furniture warehouse. He waved to the sales clerk but didn’t stop to converse. Pushing through the connecting door, he felt the rush of humid Miami air assault him. He acknowledged a few hellos from the staff as he worked his way toward the center. There, in the taped off space, sat the furniture arrangement to be used for their latest condo’s staging and open house. The seating arrangement was standard for the living area, two matching sofas and a set of club chairs. A second set of high-backed chairs would anchor the bay window overlooking the canal. There were matched wrought iron tables with glass tops that coordinated both areas. His fingers ran along the fabric on the chair back, feeling its texture. “What do you think?” Lyle asked, walking toward him, a large shell-shaped lamp in his hands. He paused to place it on the side table between the chairs near the sofas. “I had them recovered after the ‘incident’ at the Walters condo showing.” Van gave Lyle a cynical smile. “I knew we shouldn’t have served gazpacho to the realtors during the open house.” “It wasn’t my idea, either. The caterer came up with that one.” Van gave Lyle a disgusted frown. “I’m glad in a way. It was a good excuse to start with a new firm, one that doesn’t believe in letting people walk around a staged home with glasses of tomato soup!” “I agree it worked out to my advantage. What do you think of the fabric?” Van ran his hand along it a second time.

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“The colors seem dark, but it might be the lighting in here. It’s very tactile. I wanted to touch it as soon as I saw it.” “Definitely the lighting will help. Once we’ve got natural light, you’ll see the real colors. I loved the raised chenille scroll pattern.” “It’s your call. What about the accessories? Do we have a theme?” He wandered to several sets of shelves set nearby and glanced at the items stored there. “Farrin’s looking for something to put in the dead corner next to the fireplace.” As he spoke, a squeaking noise got louder from behind them. They both turned to see a woman pushing a huge crystal vase on a dolly getting closer. As she approached, the noise got louder. One hand pushed the heavy dolly, the other carried a small hand held computer device. Van studied her as she approached. She was medium height with an average figure, he decided. Her blonde hair was loose around her shoulders, a riot of curls bobbing with each step she took. She wore battered jeans that conformed to her slim legs and work boots. Her man tailored shirt was tucked in the waistband, the sleeves rolled back. Only when she got closer did he realize she had light blue eyes. She appeared to be around thirty from his first glances. She seemed oblivious to them as she studied something on her screen. He realized she was the woman from the deli a few days earlier. He remembered holding the door for her and watching her cheeks blush when she realized she’d been staring at him. Not that he hadn’t given her a complete once over. She’d scurried away, shifting her purchases, and he remembered his cock throbbed to an ache while waiting in line for his coffee. They hadn’t met again, until now. While he wanted to shift his new found erection, he refrained from the tug that would settle him in his pants. “This is your new apprentice?” “Something like that.” “What’s her story?”

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“Recently divorced, looking to make a new start away from New Jersey. Didn’t want to keep running into her ex and his new wife, her stepsister.” Lyle gave him a shoulder shrug. “It takes all kinds.” “She didn’t like sharing her husband?” “No. I think it had something to do with the baby they had together that was the final straw.” “Ouch,” Van whispered, not wanting her to hear as she approached. “Yeah, it was a good time for her to make a new start. She had good references, and she has a symmetry about her designs that’s different from our approach.” “You like her?” “Yeah, I do. She’s smart and funny, not into socializing yet, but she’s good at what she does. She can imagine the bigger picture without much input.” “How did she do on the condo in Fort Lauderdale?” “Great. She went minimalist there. The place sold in a week and in this economy. She’s good at what she does.” “And did she do you, too?” “No. She still seems leery of commitment with people in general. As her new boss, I’m not pushing. I suppose if I were in her situation, I’d want some time alone, too. But I have high hopes I’ll lay her one day.” “You have hopes of laying anyone you see, every day.” Van laughed at his own joke, knowing it was reasonably accurate. He accepted Lyle’s frown but didn’t comment further. “From this distance, she doesn’t look too bad.” Van craned his neck to the left to get a better view of the woman walking toward them, reinforcing it was the woman from the deli. “Ya know,” he added, shifting his weight on his heels as he studied her, “full, firm rack and toned legs from what I can see. Maybe a hot pussy and full tits will bring me out of this winter doldrums”

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“It couldn’t hurt.” Lyle gave Van a quick glance up and down. “I’m willing to help any way I can, you know that.” “Yeah, I know.” “But you’re bored, right?” “More like antsy.” The fingers on his left hand rose and shifted the collar on his shirt. “Maybe we could show her a different side to sex.” Lyle hesitated, seeming to mull over his own words. “Just as sex, without the attachments and all the emotional bullshit.” “I thought you’d never ask,” Van answered a bit too quickly. “You’ve already got this planned out in your mind, don’t you? You’re a handful, Van, in more ways than one.” He scanned the warehouse for other people watching and didn’t see any. “What were you picturing, a tag team?” “Don’t be absurd, Van. I was thinking horny, hot, and tawdry. Let’s just show the lady a good time and let it develop naturally. Why not let her set the dynamics? After all, she is supposed to be a home stager. Let’s see if her talents flow over into other departments.” “Other departments? I’ll give you this. If she’s interested, I am, too. You gonna be pissed if she turns out to be a one-man woman and it isn’t you?” Van questioned. “I’m there already. I figure you could get her relaxed, and we’ll see if she’s interested in adding me in.” He gave Van a wink. “It’s probably the best shot I’ll get with her. Being the boss and all, it will be much more natural for me to join you two than to hit directly on her.” “Naturally.” “All right, maybe with a hint of suggestion.” Lyle smiled brightly. “Ahh, here she is now.” Lyle walked to meet her and help maneuver the dolly to the center where they stood. “I asked the crew to oil these wheels a week ago, Lyle. It seems I don’t have much pull around here. Would you ask them to do it before I take this damn thing and put it up one of their…” She

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hesitated, acknowledging Van’s presence with a slight nod of her head. “I didn’t realize you had a client with you,” she said to Lyle. Van watched a red blush creep across her cheeks, and he knew she remembered him. “Hello, I’m Farrin.” She wiped her right hand on the thigh of her jeans and extended it forward. “Farrin, my dear, this is Van. Van Hildrith.” “Hi. I’ve heard a lot about you from Lyle.” She hesitated and added, “I think we’ve met in passing.” “I’ve heard a little about you, and yes, we passed at the deli a while back.” Van walked the few steps to shake her hand. Up close, he could see the small laugh lines around her eyes. She was pretty, not beautiful, but she had his hormones shook up, his cock throbbing a tangible reminder of his interest. “What do you think of the arrangement?” “I just got here. I’m not sure the sofas won’t be too big in the space.” He continued to study her, forcing himself to look back at the display. “It shouldn’t be a problem. The light color will minimize them in the room, and the crazy fabric on the chairs will draw the eye.” “This for the dead corner?” Van asked, as he ran his fingers along the cut crystal. “Yes. I have a mini LCD light to set in the center. The etched pattern will wash the wall in the evening light.” “I’m not sure about the wrought-iron tables.” “I am. You’ve got wood floor, trim, and mantle in there. Even though the metal is heavy, the glass tops will lighten the illusion.” She hesitated. “Why not let me set it up. If you hate it, I can always switch the tables without much fuss.” “All right, give it a try.” “Thanks, I don’t think you’ll be disappointed.” “As long as it sells quickly.” “That’s our goal,” Lyle added.

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“It was nice to meet you, Van. I’m sure we’ll run into each other again.” Turning to Lyle, she added, “I’ve got the master bed stuff picked out. Do you want to approve it, or should I let the guys load the truck?” “Same as what we discussed this morning?” “Yep.” “Load it up.” “Your wish….” She left them with a smile, absorbed in whatever her computer screen held. Van noted he and Lyle watched her walk away, a slight swaying movement in her hips giving his hard-on a twinge. “Come on, Lyle. I don’t believe you haven’t put the moves on her yet.” “She’s still fragile,” he started and both men laughed. “All right, she shot me down before I ever got my proposition out. But I think she’s an interesting prospect. No commitments work for me.” He cleared his throat. “If you want to take a stab at her….” “Thanks, but I’ve got enough complications in my life right now. I don’t need a woman who’s angry with life and all men around her.” “She’s drawn to me, Van. She’s relaxed over the last weeks. But she’ll be attracted to you. You’re more her type, older and stable. Now the three of us together…” Van let out a heartfelt laugh. “You let me know when you work that one out!” “Come to the office with me. I have some…invoices I need your sign off on.” “Invoices? You need a better line, Lyle.” He hesitated but walked beside his friend and business partner. When they reached the office, Lyle was careful to pull the blinds and lock the door behind them.

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Chapter Three Farrin headed to her office and dropped into her desk chair. She was embarrassed that he’d remembered her eyeing him at the store. She was annoyed that the sight of him started the same stirring in her pussy as last time. Holding back a half smile, she thought about using her new toy that night, Van’s image the catalyst to her orgasm. With an exasperated sigh, she forced herself to take several steadying breaths. “Damn, I wanted to make a better impression on Van.” She knew he was important to Lyle’s business, and in turn, her career. She hadn’t been prepared for his appearance. He was tall and slim but not skinny. While he was older, he wasn’t as old as she’d imagined from Lyle’s descriptions. She wasn’t prepared for Lyle’s business partner to be the object of her recent sexual fantasies. She got startled when she heard voices and realized the web cameras were still turned on from her earlier conference with Lyle. They were using them more often since her office, which she surmised used to be a storage room, was at the other end of the building from Lyle’s. It had saved them both a lot of steps. Leaning forward, she was about to switch it off when she glimpsed the two men. She made sure hers was muted and turned toward the ceiling before she settled in to listen to their conversation. Yes, she acknowledged, she was eavesdropping, but it was Lyle’s side of the computer that was still turned on. He should be more careful, she decided. And it was important to hear what Van’s first impression of her was. Shock didn’t describe her immediate reaction to what she heard and saw. Lyle locked the door behind him and turned to face

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Van. She glimpsed the same humor in Van’s eyes as she did when he caught her almost cursing at the unruly furniture dolly and when he acknowledged they’d met in passing. “You’re no fun anymore.” “What do you want, Lyle?” He didn’t manage to keep the grin from his lips. “Trouble!” he answered, and apparently Van decided he could do with a bit of tension release. He unceremoniously opened his belt, lowered his zipper, and let his pants drop to the carpeted floor. “Yum,” Lyle added, licking his lips while he stripped down his pants. Lowering to his knees before Van, he captured his growing cock between his lips. Van stood tall, his hands on his hips and accepted the attention Lyle lavished on his erection. She didn’t miss Lyle tugging at his own erection in rhythm with how his mouth swallowed Van’s. Farrin knew she should shut off the camera but sat and watched the movement on the screen before her. Lyle had an interesting way of sucking Van’s cock. He was much bolder and assured than she’d ever been while giving a man head. Her left hand reached to brush her erect nipple. It felt good, and she did it a second time. Dropping her hand, she decided she was crazy. Any of the warehouse workers could just walk in. With definite purpose, she took the few steps to her office door and locked it. Then she made sure the blinds were drawn tight. If you’re going to eavesdrop on your boss, better no one else knows it. Returning to her seat, she continued to watch Lyle and Van. It had been a long time since she was interested in sex in any form. So yes, she decided, she was horny, and the scene she covertly watched was making her hot. If she couldn’t have him, at least he’d continue to fuel her fantasies. Farrin let her fingers graze along her denim-covered pussy. The first sparks of heat rushed directly to her clit. A second pass and she felt like a teenager exploring for the first time. Glancing to the door, she knew it was locked. With a shaky hand, she opened her jeans and slid her fingers over her panty-

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covered pussy lips. They were already thick and pulsing. With each stroke of her fingers, the material became damp, separating her lips. Farrin watched and listened to the men as she continued to rub her pussy lips. “You’re gonna make me come, Lyle.” “Wait, not yet.” Lyle fumbled in his pants’ pocket and pulled out a condom. He stood quickly, leaving Van’s erect cock slick with a layer of his saliva. “Come fuck me.” He tore open the package and unrolled the protection along the length of Van’s cock. Lyle toed off his shoes and tugged his pants all the way off and moved to a stack of cloths, the bolts still covered in brown paper stacked in the corner. He draped himself, belly down over the pile, the paper crinkling with his contact. Van moved behind him and used his hands to redden Lyle’s butt cheeks. “Oh, yes, Van. I’ve been a bad boy, spank me.” He glanced over his shoulder and smiled at Van. “Just fuck me, Van. I’m horny.” He turned back and presented his buttocks for Van’s hand. After several more spanks, Van used his hands to grab Lyle by the shoulders and turn him around. Lyle automatically dropped before him and sucked his condom-covered cock a bit longer before Van pulled from his mouth. Then he pushed him to lean back against the stacks of cloth and grabbed his legs, pulling them up along his hips. He was in his anus in one wet push. Farrin struggled in her seat to push down her jeans and undies. The leather seat was warm to her bare bottom when she sat back. Spreading her legs as wide as she could, considering her pants were around her knees, she used her middle finger to make small circles against her clit. As the men continued, she plunged it in her already wet pussy. As Van fucked Lyle’s ass, she fucked herself. It went on for longer than she imagined, and she was intrigued by Van’s staying power. Her other hand wandered to her breast, tugging on her nipple in unison as she finger-fucked herself. Watching the men was an

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aphrodisiac she never thought about, but she liked it, and obviously her body liked it, too, from the overwhelming reactions she was experiencing. The shudder of a small orgasm chased through her body from nipple to pussy. As the men continued to fuck, she pushed a second finger beside the first, stretching her wide as her hand took up more speed, matching the mating she spied on. “That’s what I wanted,” Lyle said, using his own hand to stroke his cock while Van fucked him. It didn’t take long. Lyle spurted his cum on his belly and relaxed under Van. With each push inside Lyle, the paper crinkled under their weight, surrounding them with a strange music to fuck by. “Faster, Van, please. You’ll make me hard again.” Lyle’s hands grabbed at his own ass cheeks, holding himself open wider for Van’s fucking. “That’s it. Now I have your attention.” “Now you’re gonna make me come,” he said, pumping harder and faster. He pulled from Lyle’s body and ripped off the condom, using his hand to pump his own cock only twice before spraying his cum on Lyle’s belly. A thin layer of sweat formed on his forehead from the exertion. “Now I’m just a cum-coated mess,” Lyle teased, using his fingers to blend both their loads on his belly. “This was your idea, not mine.” Farrin pinched her nipple harder and came with a shudder that left her exhausted. She settled in the chair to catch her breath, embarrassed and elated at what she’d done. Just when she started to wonder about other cameras in her office, she heard the men talking. Listening intently, she righted her breasts back in her bra and settled them in place. She stood and dragged her panties and jeans back up her legs by route, engrossed in the men’s conversation. “Were you picturing fucking Farrin instead of me?” Van refused to answer. Instead, he pulled his pants up to his hips and moved to Lyle’s desk, pulling several tissues from the box. After

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tossing away the used condom and wiping the remnants of his orgasm, he righted himself inside his pants. “When I fuck Farrin, I’ll be thinking about her.” Heading toward the door, he reached a hand to help Lyle from the bolts of cloth they’d used as a make shift prop. “And you should know better than to ask me a question like that.” “I know, and I’m not jealous,” he said a bit too quickly. Lyle rummaged around his office, first cleaning his belly of their loads and then pulling on his pants and shoes. “Are we done here, now?” Van asked, his hand on the doorknob. He paused and walked back beside Lyle and kissed his forehead then tussled his hair. “See you tomorrow evening when the house is finished.” “It’s the best offer I’m going to get, so I’ll take it.” “Later, Lyle.” “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, Van.” The men held each other’s glances for just a second before they both started laughing. “Now that leaves me a wide field to play!” Van winked at Lyle and unlocked the office door. “Later,” he said and left. Farrin couldn’t get Van’s words out of her mind. When I fuck Farrin, I’ll be thinking about her. Now she was totally confused. Watching the two men together had been the hottest act she’d ever witnessed. She also assumed that meant Van and Lyle were both into men. Now she understood they enjoyed both sexes. The concept that Van thought about doing her left her hotter than when she started watching them. Her pussy went moist again, and she shifted in her jeans to get the seam positioned between her lips, tugging against her with each move and step. She’d been attracted to Lyle when they first met but understood he was her boss, and this was a business arrangement. Van fell in the same category. Now she knew they were both thinking about doing her, and she wanted to do them, too.

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For a long time, she’d been shut down, emotionally and physically. Well, today these men opened the door to her long-dead sexual side. Could she have them as lovers and still keep her job? Did she want the job or the men more? She managed to get through the rest of the day in a semi-fog of lust and need.

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Chapter Four The setup of the empty house went according to her plan. Farrin was polite yet firm with the crew who moved in the furniture and helped set up the empty home. Long after the crew left, she was still there, arranging a vase, shifting a carpet runner in the hallway. Mainly, she was just making sure it was perfect. This was the first time she staged for Van and knew it had to be perfect if she wanted to continue working with Lyle and, in turn, for Van. She had just turned on the outside deck lights when she heard a vehicle drive up. Farrin thought back to the fantasy she’d dreamed up last night. Since seeing Van with Lyle, she couldn’t get the image out of her mind. And she couldn’t forget how long and thick Van’s cock looked. She’d spent all last night lying on her bed with a dildo in hand and pussy, wondering what he’d feel like inside her. She pictured herself wearing a gauzy white blouse with a lacy black bra under it. Black linen slacks that hugged her hips and thighs, with four-inch sling back pumps completed her look. Her hair was twisted haphazardly at the nap of her neck instead of manicured to perfection. This had to be a fantasy. She never wore heels to work. Tonight, she didn’t let that mar the dream. Van was leaning against the kitchen counter watching her arrive, watching every step she took, every breath. He nodded hello and moved into the great room, leaning on the back of the silver leather sofa. His arms were crossed in front of his belly as he appraised her. She tried to be coy but knew the hot embarrassment of letting him focus on her showed on her neck and cheeks. Glancing directly at

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him, she noted he gave his cock a quick tug, as if to resettle it in his pants. It got harder against his thigh. She stood transfixed as he grasped it a second time and pumped it. Farrin wet her lips with her tongue and wondered what he’d taste like, how he’d smell. Would he’d warn her before coming down her throat? She spun on her heel and leaned across the kitchen sink, pretending to open the window. The position left her resting over the counter, her butt high in the air. She wanted him to move behind her and fondle her a bit before tearing down her pants and pushing his cock inside her. That was when she started sucking on the dildo, letting her own finger penetrate her wet pussy. After a while, he’d drop behind her and lick her from pussy to anus, just before he sunk his cock deep in her ass. She welcomed the sting she knew would turn to need and pushed the dildo in her pussy. Farrin used one hand to push and pull the toy within her walls while sucking on her index finger. Rolling on her side, she slipped her finger in her own anus. She came immediately, her eyes closed, the image of Van straddling her, making her come. That was how she’d fallen asleep last night and woke this morning, the murky image still on her mind. In the shower, she’d used a soft wash cloth to relieve her sexual tension, figuring her mind would clear. It didn’t help. Suddenly, she was hot for Van Hildrith. He was a total stranger who she’d watch fuck her boss, Lyle. That was another image she couldn’t get out of her mind. She pictured herself as the teacher with Van and Lyle as her naughty boys, needing her hand to their asses to teach them a lesson. As their nurse, she would tend to the two men as only a concerned nurse could. That was when the third image crossed her mind. They’d start out with each man adoring her body, fucking her until she’d come. Then she’d let Lyle fuck her, and Van would fuck Lyle at the same time. With each push into Lyle’s butt, he’d push deeper inside

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her. In a strange way, she’d still be getting fucked by Van. Never in her life had she thought this way. Moving to Florida had triggered something long buried inside her. It was a muddle inside her, but she had to pull it together for work’s sake. She was anxious. Not about the design, but about being close to Van Hildrith. She knew he could make or break her career. If she didn’t impress him, she might as well move to another city or state. After yesterday’s performance, her mind was working overtime in a different direction. Sex. After watching the two men fuck, she couldn’t get Van’s cock out of her mind. He was long and thick. Each time he withdrew from Lyle, she’d licked her lips. This was not the time for fantasy. It was time to impress the man who would make or break her new career. He entered quietly, surveying the newly furnished home around him. He nodded a hello, and she gave him a smile, letting him wander to see her work. Usually, she would walk the staged rooms with the owner or builder and explain her ideas. Tonight, she let him wander. Just when her nerves started to frazzle, he returned to the kitchen where she waited, leaning against a counter. “Well, did I pass your inspection?” She was usually blunt, usually when she shouldn’t be. Her ex always told her she had no finesse. She preferred to bypass the bullshit and get the work done. “Actually, yes. I am impressed. Your vision with the living room was dead on, and the crystal does shimmer in that dead corner.” He gave her an appraising look, top to bottom. She wanted to fidget to tuck in her shirt and smooth back her hair but held still. “Anything you’d like changed?” Her voice cracked when she spoke, and she felt a heat chase up her neck and cheeks. “Only the light bulbs in the second bath upstairs. Two blew out when I hit the switch.”

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“No problem, I have spares in my truck.” She hesitated but asked, “Do you think it’s an electrical short or just bad bulbs? They were all replaced this morning.” “Let’s hope it’s a bad batch of bulbs, but I’ll send the electrician back first thing tomorrow morning to test the circuit. If it needs to be fixed, he can get it done before the open house.” “All right, that sounds like a plan.” Silence, dead silence ran between them. She openly stared at him. He was a handsome man. In his mid forties, in good shape, with just a hint of grey at his temples. His green eyes watched her just as closely. ‘Trouble’ was the one word that kept running through her mind.’ ‘Cock’ was the second. “Well, if we’re done here, I’m heading home.” She went to the front entrance where she’d dropped her purse and computer. “Are you staying?” she asked, her hand reaching for the light switches. “No, go ahead and shut down the house.” She waited until he passed her and shut off the remaining indoor lights. Van waiting outside the front door made her anxious, and she had trouble getting the key in the lock. It didn’t help that she could see Van holding back a smirk on his lips at her embarrassment. “See ya,” she managed and all but bolted to her truck. She noted Van waited until she started her engine and was ready to leave before he drove away. Strange, very strange, she thought to herself. Now there’s a man who could make me melt inside. Hell, she was hot and bothered now, just spending a few minutes with him. At home, she showered and tried to watch television, but nothing held her interest. With a sigh of disgust, she reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled out her dependable vibrator. It seemed she was doomed to a second night of self satisfaction. Farrin turned the television to a music station, one with a sultry, Latin beat, and began sucking the plastic phallus. Her left hand dropped to her pussy and rubbed it in small circles. With her eyes closed, she imagined it was Van Hildrith’s cock she sucked. She

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imagined he’d be long and thick, pulsing between her lips. When the toy was slick, she slipped it between her pussy lips, pushing in and pulling out in rhythm to the music. She had a small orgasm but wasn’t satisfied. With a groan, she pulled the toy from inside her and tossed it beside her on the bed. “Damn,” she said aloud, “there’s no replacing the real thing.” With a sigh, she punched at her pillows and snuggled down, letting her mind wander to what he might actually be like as a lover. Farrin knew it could be detrimental to her career if she made a play for Van, and right now, she needed to become established.

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Chapter Five The open house for the realtors had been a success. Arriving late in the afternoon, Van and Lyle sipped cold beers at the kitchen counter. “Hi, how did it go?” she asked in general, helping herself to a bottle of water from the fridge. “Great from my perspective,” Van told her. “You are the queen of design,” Lyle teased her. “Thank you, kind sir. Now really, what was the general consensus?” “The staging did its job. I don’t think it will take long to sell. Although most of the realtors felt setting up the downstairs as a pool room would show better.” Van leaned back against the sink counter and watched her and Lyle openly. After several tense seconds, Lyle started to laugh. “You were right, Farrin. We should have put in a pool table instead of the ping pong table.” “But it was so much easier to move.” She didn’t hold back the laugh filtering through her lips. “My error. I’ll have the crew bring one tomorrow morning. Can you be here to oversee the installation?” “Of course, but not until after eight.” “Not a problem. By the time they load the truck and get it here, eight will be fine.” Lyle gave the kitchen one last glance and stood tall. “I’m out of here. Nina is waiting for me.” “And we wouldn’t want to keep Nina waiting,” Van teased Lyle.

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“Hey, think what you want. At least I’ll get laid tonight.” He gave them both a self-satisfied smile and headed toward the front door. “See ya,” he hollered back, almost as an afterthought. “I’m done here, too. Come on, I’ll walk you out. I’ll lock up the back doors. Will you check the sliders out to the patio?” “Sure,” she managed, suddenly nervous about being alone with Van. She headed down to the lower level, shut down lights, and checked the sliding doors. He could be trouble, she told herself again. But it had been a long time since she’d gotten into trouble. Upstairs, Van waited for her to return, locking up the house when they were both outside. He walked beside her to her vehicle. “You did a good job, Farrin. I’m impressed.” “Thank you, Van. I appreciate the compliment.” “Then here’s another.” She waited while he scanned her from head to toe and added, “I don’t do commitments, but if you’re interested, I wouldn’t mind spending…quality time with you if you’re in the mood.” Farrin was dumbfounded and speechless at first. “Well, why not just put it out there and see my reaction.” “I’m too old to play games. I’m interested. If you are, we can explore the attraction. As long as you accept you’ll never be permanent.” “And what affect would being in a sexual relationship with you have on my work future?” She let her leather purse slide to the ground beside her, dropping to sit on the back bumper of her truck. “I admit you’re a handsome guy, a bit too self assured and arrogant, but I suppose you’ve earned that. And I’ll admit you make me think about things I haven’t in a long time, but career wise…?” “Work and play are two different areas. I don’t mix them. We can enjoy a physical relationship for as long as it lasts, as long as you know it won’t be permanent. As for work, I can keep them separate in my mind.”

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“As long as I remember you hold all the cards, so to speak.” He nodded in agreement. “Does that mean in bed and out or just with work?” She didn’t hold back her smile. “I’ve always been the alpha male, and I like the position. I won’t relinquish it. Can you accept that?” “I suppose I’ll have to think about that.” “You do that, and let me know.” Van stared at her a moment longer and leaned down, brushing his lips lightly across hers. Farrin stood and leaned up on her toes to reach him, her arm snaking around his neck. She kissed him full out, taking his mouth on a sensory ride of licks and tastes. She felt Van’s arm skim around her waist, tugging her closer to his body, holding her against his erection. “I was right. You are long and thick.” She pulled back to watch his face in the dimming light. “At least we both know you were thinking about me.” He let go of his grip and steadied her until she was stable on her feet. “You’ll let me know if you’re interested.” “Wait, I have one question. You know all about my history and Lyle told me about his two divorces before he hit thirty during our first phone call. I don’t know anything about you.” He shifted his weight from one hip to the other. “You mean Lyle hasn’t given you all the facts?” “No, and I didn’t ask him. I’m asking you.” “My story is similar to Lyle’s. Divorced by the time I hit thirty. The marriage was great for the first two years, and my ex-wife lasted two years more, waiting for my father to die. She realized I could sell the farmland finally, and she’d get her cut. I didn’t have the cash to buy her out at the time, so I had no choice but to sell it. That’s when I moved down to Miami and started the construction company. After that, I decided marriage wasn’t for me. I am very up front with any woman I date or bed, Farrin. I won’t marry again. One hard lesson was enough.”

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“You already know my history. I divorced when my stepsister got pregnant by my husband.” She drew a breath and added, “Now I feel like I got a reprieve. What hurt the most was my mother taking their side, telling me if I’d been a better wife and not so career minded, I might have kept my husband happy and he wouldn’t have gone elsewhere.” “What a bitch,” he said openly. “Just another reason to move away and start over. Besides, not running into them constantly, I don’t consider their opinions and feelings any longer. I take care of myself now. I won’t make the mistake of leaning on a man to make me happy. I find I’m much more rational these days.” “Emotions don’t help make rational decisions on any level.” Farrin had no verbal answer for him, rather shook her head in acknowledgement. As the night before, he waited until she started her truck before he drove away. “Well, can two people fuck without emotions?” she asked herself aloud on the drive home. “He might be worth the try.” **** The next morning, she found herself dressing in a tank top and tan chinos with sandals. Usually, she would slip a shirt over the tank so her nipples wouldn’t show through, today she skipped it. By nine thirty, the moving men were gone, the pool table installed. She was lining up the balls on the table and set out two cues in an X across the other end of the table when she looked up and saw Van watching her. “I don’t think it overpowers the space, do you?” “No, it gives the area a more finished look.” “Good, then we’re done here. Unless you have any other ideas?” She held his gaze with a straight face while watching him. His smile came lazily to his lips.

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“I can think of one thing,” he started and moved to the side of the table. Taking one of the cues, he stood it in the corner. The second, he used to line up a break shot. It was a direct hit, and all the balls scattered on the green felt surface. Several hit the pockets and disappeared. “Do you play?” He continued to play until he missed a bank shot. “Not very well.” Farrin walked to the corner and took the second cue. She went back and scanned the table top, choosing her shot. It missed the pocket and knocked one of his striped balls closer to the corner. “Well, at least I lined up a shot for you.” “In more ways than you’d think.” He winked at her and took two more shots, the second missing it’s mark. Walking around the table, she eyed her next shot and leaned over the table side, stretching to make the hit. As she drew back her arm, Van stepped behind her. His hand on the stick stalled her. Glancing over her shoulder, she gave him a questioning look. Farrin allowed Van to snug up behind her in an attempt to show her a better shot. Hell, who cared about pushing balls into pockets? With his crotch blatantly rubbing against her ass, she had no concentration. His arm came around and moved the cue slightly. His other came around her waist, pulling her tighter against his erection. Even through their clothing, she could feel his hard cock. She didn’t resist the urge to wiggle against him. “The table is an interesting height,” Van mused. “Somehow, I think you knew that before today.” “So did you, but you still laid yourself over the edge. Was that an invitation?” Farrin let the stick drop to the table top and slowly turned in his arms. Van’s lips were warm and soft, but his kiss was demonstrative. The longer they kissed, the more she found herself writhing against him. Breathless, she pulled from the kiss. “Just between us, nobody else will know? Not even Lyle?”

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“I prefer to keep business and pleasure separate. And I don’t tell Lyle everything.” “You are a man of few words,” she teased, snaking her hand between their bodies to stroke his cock. “Just because I want you doesn’t mean it’s right. I’m trying to build a future here.” With a resigned sigh, she turned away, using the table to brace her weight. “Just because you want to work doesn’t mean you can’t play.” His arms came around her a second time. His left hand captured her breast and squeezed lightly. His right dropped down and rubbed her clothcovered clit. Farrin closed her eyes and let him continue, wanting the warmth and sparks his touch created. Soon her hips were rotating against his erection. With each hitch of her butt against him, she could feel him pushing forward. “This has nothing to do with business, just lust.” “Good, I like lust,” he whispered against her ear, his breath moving loose tendrils of hair against her neck. The shiver that ran through her radiated to him. “You’re hot, Farrin. I can feel the heat pouring from your crotch.” “Yes,” she managed and used her hands to cover his. She put more pressure on his left, showing him the level of pressure she wanted on her breast. Covering his right, she held him in place, jutting her hips against them, until she found the exact spot that brought her to climax. Breathless, she lightened her touch on him and let her head drop back against his shoulder. “Damn.” He continued to lightly stroke her pussy and rubbed her hard nipple between his fingers. “Feel better?” he asked. She spun in his arms, ready to fight, and saw the smile on his lips. At that very moment, Farrin gave herself over to Van and the feelings he created within her. She wanted this, there was no reason to deny it.

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Chapter Six “Do you have a condom?” she asked, pumping her hand against him. He pulled his wallet from his back pocket and retrieved one from the leather pouch, tossing it on the table top. He held the condom up for her inspection. Farrin knew this was probably a mistake, but after watching him with Lyle in the office, she was horny and intrigued. Her fingers shook as she lowered his zipper, her hand finding warm skin instead of underwear. A rush of heat ran from her nipples to her pussy, and she dropped to her knees before him. His cock was long and thick, hot and pulsing in her hand. Her lips licked at his tip and then encompassed him to the crown. Who was she kidding, being demure was long gone. She wasn’t a shy virgin. She wanted to suck him, and she wanted him to fuck her. Farrin sucked his cock deeper and deeper on each pass, fondling his testicles. Soon both her hands were stroking and learning about him. When she had him fully engulfed, Farrin let out a sigh. For the first time, she was enamored with a cock. In the past, it was what she had to do to get her husband to fuck her. Today, she wanted to be on her knees swallowing Van. And that was when it struck her. She liked to suck his cock, as long as it wasn’t expected. When it was her decision, she enjoyed the process. His groans prompted her to continue to suck him deeper. Rewarded with his first drops of pre-come, she realized he’d come if she didn’t change the dynamic. What she wanted most was to have him fill her with his cock. Reluctantly, she stood, reaching to take the condom from his hand. Kissing him could be habit forming. She liked

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the way he sparred with her, not just swallowing half her face the way her ex did. She got a vision of how she’d twist away from his kisses near the end of their marriage, not willing to submit to his face sucking any longer. The image made her still, and she reinforced to herself this was new, and old habits were gone. She could make this into anything she chose. Her hands shook as she tore open the package. Dropping before him a second time, she didn’t resist the urge to suck him just a bit before rolling the latex covering over him. Farrin stood and wrestled with her pants, pushing them over her hips and down her legs. She kicked off her sandals and turned away from him, resting her weight on the edge of the pool table, presenting her ass to him. “That’s what I’ve been waiting for.” Van’s voice was light and teasing as his hands roamed over her buttocks and hips. “You have a great ass, Farrin, firm and high. I’ve wanted to fuck you since the day we met at the deli and then again at Lyle’s shop.” “Then do it. Fuck me now. Don’t make me wait any longer.” She reached behind her, her hand grabbing for his hips to guide him to her, but his caught her wrist. “When I’m ready, I’ll fuck you until we both come. Until then….” She was disappointed when he still didn’t enter her, until she realized he was dropping behind her. His fingers pinched her ass cheeks and lifted her slightly, leaving her balancing on the edge of the table. The first swipe of his tongue was light against her pussy lips, the second a bit harder. He continued to lick her, making her hotter than she’d known. Farrin accepted it was the idea of the forbidden man in a forbidden location that added to her lust. But deep inside, she wanted to experience this man, to feel his cock inside her body. She wanted him to make her come, something that hadn’t happened for her in a long time. Van paused and tugged her pants all the way down her legs and off her, leaving her bared to him, balanced on the ridge of the pool

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table. Exposed and vulnerable, he lifted her by the hips to rest higher on the table. From this position, his tongue laved her from clit to anus. One of his hands held her tight while the other reached between her spread legs to stroke her clit while his tongue worked her puffy pussy lips. She froze momentarily when he slipped a finger between her pussy lips, and accepted it to her mouth when he offered her to taste her own essence. Farrin didn’t know how long they continued, only that her body was covered in a light layer of sweat, and it wasn’t from the heat in the room. “Please, Van, I need to feel your cock.” It was a defined statement of need. “Whatever the lady wishes,” he said, rising behind her. His hands centered on her hips, and he slid his cock deep in her pussy on the first stroke. Farrin let out a gasp as his cock spread her wide, adjusting to his length and girth. “Oh, God, Van, more please.” He fucked her slow, the ritual of the push-pull making her pussy hotter. “More Van,” she managed, hearing her own voice breathless with want. “In time, Farrin. Just relax and enjoy the ride.” “But Van, I need…” “I think I know what you need. Let me.” His mouth came to the back of her neck, and he sucked a small patch of skin between his lips. “If I’m wrong, next time you take the top.” He stood behind her, his hips against her butt, his cock buried deep within her. With small movements of his hips, he moved inside her. “Move with me, Farrin,” he whispered, relinquishing his hold on her neck. She took his lead, accepting his instruction, relaxing back and letting him move her at his whim. “That’s it. Just let me fuck you for a while.” To Farrin, this was the longest sexual encounter she’d ever had. In the past, they’d be long done by now. Van hadn’t even started to pound against her, yet she was wetter than she’d ever known, except

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for the day she watched him fuck Lyle on the web cam in the office. She chose not to share that with him. Closing her eyes, she visualized them. Her hips riding the edge of the pool table, Van snuggled up tight to her, his cock buried deep. “What will make you come, Farrin?” “Fuck me harder, Van. Don’t be gentle. Fuck me like you mean it, like you want to.” She let one hand leave the table and managed to tug her shirt up, baring her breast, pinching her nipple between her fingers. “Oh, baby, that’s it. Make me hot. Pinch it harder.” “Fuck me harder,” she countered. Farrin wasn’t prepared for Van to pull out completely and turn her around. His mouth captured her nipple and sucked. The tug from his lips went directly to her pussy. Her hand dropped to pump his cock, the condom slick from her juices. In an act of emboldened lust, she brought her hand to her lips and licked her fingers as she might his cock. “Do it again,” Van told her, and she did. This time he captured her hand and covered her breast, licking both at the same time. “Oh, God, Van, please,” she all but begged. “All right for now, but next time I get to take my time.” He released her breast and turned her back to lean over the table. His cock slipped in her pussy effortlessly. He held her hips, his fingers biting into her flesh as he pumped in and out of her in a furious pace. Farrin came crying out a guttural sound she’d never heard before. He held her tight and pumped her only a few times more before she felt him pulse inside her. While he didn’t collapse on top of her, he let some of his weight rest on her back, his fingers releasing her hips. “Next time on a bed, Farrin. And I get to take my time, licking and sucking you where and how I want.” “Yes,” was all she could manage. “Good, then let’s get out of here. Suddenly, I’m hungry.” He slapped her butt lightly, and when she started to rise, he held her in

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place. “That made my cock hard, Farrin. Turning your ass red will definitely be part of the process.” “That sounds like a dare,” she struggled to pull her top down over her naked breasts. Her nipples were still hard and protruding through the thin fabric. “I don’t dare or make idol threats. If we’re in the same mood, we’ll experiment. You’ll let me know when we reach your limits.” “I don’t know my limits,” she said, realizing she said it aloud. “I mean…” “Nothing matters but here and now. We’ll explore your limits and mine.” “Now?” She didn’t hide the light laugh in her voice. “Next time.” He steadied her until she had her balance and dropped his hands. She suddenly felt empty and alone. Turning slightly, she knew her face heated with embarrassment as she glanced around to find where her pants had landed. Van pulled off the used protection and walked toward the downstairs bath. When he reappeared, he was composed, his pants in place, his face calm. She was struggling to right her pants before putting them on. “Standing like that will get your pussy licked.” He dropped to his knees before her and took several long swipes of his tongue along her pussy, pausing to suck her clit lightly. When he stood, he watched her struggle to get dressed. His fingers pumping her breast didn’t help her concentration. “Let’s get out of here. How about something to eat?” His tone was so casual, she almost laughed. “I could eat,” she told him as they set the pool table straight and made sure there were no hints of their fucking left around. They were about to leave when Farrin spied the top of the ripped condom package under the table. She walked back and grabbed it, tucking it in her pocket.

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“Good catch,” Van told her, palming her butt as she ascended the steps in front of him. **** It was oddly surreal for Farrin to sit across from Van in the diner and feast on hamburgers and diet soda. Their conversation was mostly about their work. She noted he shied away from personal topics, so she didn’t push for information. She would, however, hit the computer later and delve into his past as much as she could. The Internet was an amazing place once you learned how to search correctly. She’d look for information on the farm he’d told her about, maybe find his old wedding announcements. Anything that would give her insight into his personality. After all, he had the luxury of knowing a lot about her history from Lyle. The one thing she did know was she wouldn’t press him for personal facts about Van

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Chapter Seven The new project had gone well. The home was typical of coastal Florida, large outdoor areas accessing the pool and dock, the view of the open water still exhilarating to her. In the past weeks, she’d become comfortable flirting with Van, and with Lyle, but in a different way. She was confident about her work, had several months’ worth lined up. Farrin decided this was her time in life to experiment on a personal level. Each time she had sex with Van was a new adventure. It was always in a different place and a different position. With the fear of reprisals gone, she’d let go and started to truly experience sex just for sex. Van was an amazing teacher. He was never hurtful or reckless, just uninhibited. It was easy to follow his lead and just enjoy. She’d been invited to Sunday brunch at Van’s, knowing Lyle would be there, too. It was almost like being invited to the men’s club, for she knew they got together every Sunday. In her wild dreams, she imagined what they did together on those hot, lazy afternoons. Maybe today, she’d find out. She’d seen his home before, applauded the simplicity of the design and staging. But she truly appreciated his view of the open waterway, without neighbors close by to hear their every word or watch through a fence. Or hear her every groan and cry of pleasure, she corrected. They ate on his deck, enjoying the heated day and food. They talked of nothing and just relaxed. Farrin was wondering how to bring up the subject of sex with both men. It was still in her mind, the images still prevalent, even though she enjoyed having sex and

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making love with Van. It had become the forbidden act she wanted to explore. Van was in the kitchen when Lyle came and sat beside her on the lounge chair. “He’s quite a guy, don’t you think?” “Obviously I do. And I’m sure by now you know I’m…we’re…” “Fucking? Of course I do, but he didn’t tell me. I have an innate sense for that kind of thing.” “And you’re not upset?” “I have no right to be, Farrin. I learned a long time ago that with Van, you take what he offers but don’t ask for commitments. If you can agree to that, he’s an amazing man to be with.” “Which is why you still date Nina.” “Nina is my fall back. And I’m hers in different ways. That’s why we get along. We both serve a need the other has.” Farrin struggled not to be blunt but decided that might just be easier. Get to the point and see what his reaction would be. “Any needs I could service for you?” Farrin saw the look on Lyle’s face change, and she swore his eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. “Maybe you should be more precise before I assume.” He tried to tease, but she noted his cock hardening against his leg, his tight bikini bottoms becoming smaller. She reached a hand and stroked his cock through the cloth. She stared directly at Lyle, and he smiled. “This is what you want, Van, isn’t it? The three of us together?” “I didn’t know you realized I’d come back.” “Of course I knew. I don’t go around grabbing men’s cocks unless there’s a purpose.” “What would you like to have happen, Farrin?” “Everything. I want to experience the two of you every and any way we can.” She reluctantly left Lyle’s cock alone and stood. “Isn’t that what this has been building up to, or am I wrong?” In unison, both men said, “You’re not wrong.”

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She smiled and drew a deep breath. “Don’t be gentle with me, men. Just fuck me until I can’t come anymore.” With a trembling hand, she reached behind her and unclipped her bikini top. Then she untied the string at her neck, letting it fall to the patio. Using both her hands, she lifted her breasts, pulling them higher and together, dropping her head so just the tip of her tongue lapped at each nipple in turn. “Does that do anything for either of you?” Farrin wasn’t sure where this new found freedom came from, only that it was long overdue. “I’d like to suck your cocks,” she said, moving to a wooden bench in the shade, waiting for each man to walk to her. When they did, she stripped down their bathing suits and captured a cock in each hand. Van was long and thick. Lyle was a bit smaller. She used her hands to pump each one before leaning forward and taking the head of Van’s cock between her lips. Then she switched to Lyle’s. Back and forth she went, devouring their erections with her mouth and pumping the other. Van leaned down and captured her breast in his hand, rubbing her nipple between his fingers. Lyle followed suit and soon the three of them were a haze of hands, lips, and cocks. She stopped suddenly and both men waited for her direction. “I need a cock in my pussy,” Farrin told them and dropped both their erections. “Where Van?” “Let’s go inside. Nobody needs to get sunburn.” She led the way, not sure where her confidence came from, knowing only that she wanted this more than anything she ever wanted before. The cooled air swamped her as soon as she opened the sliding glass door to the lower level, Van’s man-cave of sorts. It had comfortable seating around a large television and a full bar ran along the back wall. She glanced to the other end of the space and decided against the pool table. Been there, done that. The door closed behind her, and she knew both men stood close. Van stepped up, snuggling his hard cock between her buttocks while Lyle moved in front of her. His fingers slid her bikini bottoms down

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her legs and steadied her as she lifted each leg, his laugh light hearted when he tossed the scant material over his shoulder. Lyle stayed on his knees before her, his hands skimming over her hips and thighs. His tongue traced along her pussy lips, first lightly then with more pressure. Soon he was suckling her clit with abandon. She dropped her head back against Van’s shoulder and relaxed against his body, his hands doing marvelous things to her breasts. He pinched her nipples between his fingers and made small jutting motions with his hips. Farrin didn’t allow herself to think about the aftermath. Instead, she went with the moment, a moment she’d created. Turning, she was able to kiss Van’s mouth while Lyle continued to lick her pussy. She groaned when he slipped a finger inside her. “Oh, baby, you are so hot and wet.” He added a second finger and pushed her over the edge into a small orgasm. “That’s it, Farrin, come for me.” He lapped at her pussy, licking her clean before sitting back on his heels. Van lifted her against his body and walked to the center of the seating area. He gently lowered her to the soft carpet and knelt beside her. Her hands reached to his cock and guided it to her lips. Lyle moved between her legs, pausing only to encase himself with a condom before pushing inside her in one smooth motion. She felt her muscles grip against him and felt his cock surge fuller within her walls. With each inward push, she sucked Van deeper down her throat. “You’re gonna make me come, Farrin.” “Then come for me, Van, and switch places with Lyle, so I can suck him while you fuck me.” The men moved positions without question. She noted Van paused to protect her, and she felt the difference when his cock entered her. She was fuller than with Lyle. Lyle pulled off his condom and moved beside her head. She tasted his pre-cum and sucked him deeper. “That’s it, Farrin. Swallow my cock. Make me come.”

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She didn’t give a verbal answer, instead renewed her efforts while Van continued to pump her. It all became too much, and soon she was clenching around his cock, milking him deep within her. He came with a grunt and relaxed over her, his sweat-covered chest resting against her belly. Lyle came the instant she used her hands to lightly twist his testicles. She managed to swallow his load and collapsed onto the carpet. He dropped beside her, his hand lazily stroking her breast. “Holy crap,” she uttered and both men laughed. “Well, did we do this right?” Her hand closed over Lyle’s, transferring more power to his touch. He took her hint and rolled over, taking her nipple in his mouth. “I’d say you’re the one to answer if we did it right. What else would you like?” Van looked up at her with a mischievous grin. “I’ve got several ideas.” “Share them with us, Farrin. How else will we know what you want?” “I’m thinking of lots of scenarios. I don’t know which one to choose. Actually, I chose this one. Someone else should decide.” “You two figure it out. You’re the stagers.” Van left her and moved behind the bar. Returning shortly, he handed each of them a cold bottle of beer. “If I’m the stager today, I say we jump in the pool and see how creative we really are.” Lyle stood and offered her his hand, helping her up. He gave her a cryptic smile, and she watched him hand Van his beer bottle. In the next breath, she was being tossed over Lyle’s shoulder as he headed for the outdoor pool. **** Van brought three cold beers to the poolside and watched Farrin and Lyle cavort and play in his pool. He settled on the pool steps, his lower legs in the water while he leaned back and let the sun’s heat

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warm him. In a glimmer of a thought, he realized Farrin was more than just a new conquest or playmate. He wasn’t jealous of the way she and Lyle interacted, more he realized she wasn’t a disposable woman. She had intelligence and class. She was a woman he could spend quality time with. A chill ran through him even though the afternoon warmed them. It was a chill of realization, emotions. God, how he hated when emotions emerged. They always got him in trouble. Pushing aside the concept of a long-term relationship with Farrin, he kicked water toward the duo swimming playfully. “Cold beers, anyone interested?” He didn’t pretend to ignore how her body sluiced through the water, or how Lyle watched for his reactions. Damn Lyle. He hated when he was right, especially when it came to women. “I’ll take one.” Farrin came toward him, floating on her back, her hard, pebbled nipples peaking from the surface of the water. “Me too,” Lyle answered, pulling himself up on the pool deck, accepting the liquid and downing it in several long pulls. Van watched Farrin as she sipped from the bottle and put it aside on the decking. She slipped back under the water and came up between his legs on the steps. Her hands reached to his thighs, and she used him to lever her body between them. Her beer-cooled lips captured his cock, and he came back to life instantly. She sucked him with a renewed enthusiasm and smiled up at him as he expanded in her mouth. Lyle was back in the pool beside her moments later. She pushed Van’s knees higher on the next step, widening his position. He let his body weight fall back on the coping as Lyle and Farrin took turns sucking him off. While they both licked his balls and cock, they’d come in a rhythm. He noted Lyle used his free hand to tug on his own erection and Farrin pinched her nipples. He could tell from the movements of her lips against him, she was turned on, probably more than before. When she suddenly pulled away, he struggled to sit upward.

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“What’s wrong, Farrin? Had enough?” “No, I want something different.” With a smile he hadn’t seen before, she pulled him into the water. He allowed her to slide his body without restraint. She kissed him, a light, playful kiss at first that deepened into something much more erotic. Lyle moved behind her and fitted his body against hers. “Tell us what you want.” “How can we fulfill your fantasies if we don’t know what they are?” Lyle added. Farrin didn’t blush completely, but it became obvious she was hesitating. “Farrin, you’re the stager. Do the job.” “Fine, Lyle, up on the pool edge, I want to suck your cock. Van, I want you to fuck my pussy from behind while I suck him.” “Ah, the woman has a goal,” he teased, moving behind her and setting his hard cock between her butt cheeks. Lyle pulled himself to the side of the pool and spread his legs suggestively, his own hand pumping himself while the others rearranged their positions. **** Farrin wanted this, wouldn’t be deterred by old-fashioned mores she’d been taught. Engulfing Lyle’s cock between her lips, Van used his fingers to lift her hips slightly, allowing him to slip into her pussy with ease. In only moments, she had what she wanted. She was sucking cock and getting her pussy fucked from behind. The groans she heard were Lyle’s and hers. As she picked up the pace of sucking Lyle, Van fucked her hard. One of his hands wrapped around her waist, snuggling her tighter to him, his other captured her breast and pumped it in time with his fucking. This was better than she could have imagined. Her hands fondled Lyle’s balls while she made patterns against his skin with her tongue. Without prompting, he spread his legs wider for her, a nonverbal invitation she acknowledged. She continued to manipulate his cock

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with one hand and made a production of slipping her index and middle fingers between her lips. Van grabbed her wrist and brought her fingers to his lips, sucking them into his mouth before releasing them and going back to her breast. With each push of his hips, she felt his cock deeper inside. She again swallowed Lyle’s full cock, taking him further down her throat. She probed at his anus with her slick index finger, his groan telling her she was on the right track. She continued to fingerfuck his anus and suck his cock while Van pumped her pussy from behind. Van moved his hand to her mouth, and she immediately sucked his thumb between her lips. When he pulled away, he leaned forward, whispering, “I’m going to come soon.” “Me too, Farrin. Put another finger in my ass and make me come.” “Your wish, Lyle.” She again took his cock to her lips and sunk her middle finger beside her index finger. She felt his body shudder and moved to take his cock further down her throat. At the same time, Van used his thumb to make small circles around her anus. She pushed back further, a nonverbal acceptance of his idea. Her whole body shuttered when he pushed the digit inside her. With his cock full in her pussy and now his finger in her ass, she knew she would come soon. Lyle came first when she twisted her fingers inside his ass. His cum pumped down her throat in several hot spurts. She ground backward against Van, and he pushed deeper in both her holes. His orgasm came with his hips pushing furiously deeper inside her. He twisted his thumb in her butt, and she lost control, for the first time in her life, her orgasm beyond any height she’d ever known. She didn’t scream aloud, rather let out several panting sounds in an effort to catch her breath. Van stayed inside her, his cock deflating, but his finger still made small motions in her ass. She licked Lyle’s cock clean of his cum and

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let her head rest on his thigh. They were motionless for seconds before Van finally pulled from her body. “Don’t go,” she whispered half heartedly, knowing she was spent. Her body and mind were beyond any sexual height she’d ever considered, let alone actually experienced. “Now that is how I like to spend my Sunday afternoons.” Van let her go and swam several laps. Lyle stayed on the poolside, Farrin supporting her weight on his thighs. His fingers ran through her wet hair, pushing it from her face. “You, my dear, are a world-class cock sucker.” “I didn’t know I had it in me,” she teased. “Just think of what else is buried deep inside.” “Think about it is all I can do. I’m exhausted.” She glanced around and suddenly became embarrassed, could feel the heat creep up her naked chest to her cheeks. Lyle laughed at her. “No getting all embarrassed now, Farrin. We all wanted this, and I personally enjoyed it. I’d like to do it again.” He gave her his mischievous smile, the one she was beginning to recognize as sex on the brain. “I’d like to do it again, too. But I have a different idea.” She turned in the water and watched Van continue to swim the length of the pool. “Tell us, maybe we can make your dream come true.” “Next time. I’m exhausted. I’m up for a shower and pizza, along with a football game. Anyone interested?” It amazed her how he had no trouble going from what could have been more awkward to normal behavior. If she hadn’t just been fucked by him, she wouldn’t know the depth of the afternoon they shared. “I’m heading home for sleep.” She reluctantly pulled herself up on the side of the pool and accepted the towel Lyle tossed toward her. She sauntered toward the fresh water shower in the corner of the yard and washed the chlorine from her hair and body. Under the spray, she

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should have had some self-deprecating thoughts and feelings. Instead, she felt calm and relaxed, thoroughly fucked. When she left the shower, one of the men had collected her bikini and placed both halves on the lounge nearby. She dressed quickly, accepting the cup of hot coffee Van pressed into her hand. “You never told us what your scenario was.” “Next time. I’m too relaxed right now.” “Farrin, I’m heading home. Do you want a ride?” “No thanks, Lyle. I drove myself here.” Van pulled on a terry robe and walked both of them to their cars. He took Lyle’s hand when it was offered but didn’t pull him to his body. “See you Wednesday at the new job site.” “I’ll be there. You heading to Nina’s tonight?” “No, I think I’ll head home and get some sleep.” “Me too. Thanks for a lovely afternoon, Van.” Farrin knew her cheeks flushed, and she couldn’t bring her gaze to meet his. “You’re welcome. Next time, I’ll stage the production.” He gave her a half smile and a peck on each cheek. He stayed in his driveway until she was safely locked in her truck and it was started. Her drive home was mindless. The vehicle was on an automatic pilot of sorts, her mind wondering just what Van would ”stage” for their next sex party.

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Chapter Eight Monday and Tuesday were so normal for Farrin, they were abnormal. All she had on her mind was sex, with Van and Lyle, with just Van or with just Lyle. Until now, she’d viewed Lyle as a friend. Now she saw him as a lover, too. By Wednesday morning, she would have dropped to her knees the minute she saw Van at the new job site if there hadn’t been other people around them. She hadn’t met this realtor before but didn’t like her on sight. For spring in Florida, she was overly tanned and wore makeup that could have peeled off in a layer. Worse was the heavy perfume she wore, the scent reaching her before the woman did. It reminded her of a funeral home the day after a wake, when the flowers had festered in the heat all night. Overly sweet, it hung heavy in the air around them. It was the same scent she experienced the morning of her father’s funeral, when they said their final goodbyes and followed the casket to the cemetery. She pushed the image from her mind and turned back toward business. What Farrin realized after the introductions was she didn’t like the way the woman looked at Van. In that instant, she knew she had to take a step back and remember their agreement. Van was very straightforward when he told her there would be no attachments. Only sex and fun, and when it had run its course, it would end. She listened with half an ear as the other woman rambled on with her vision of staging the condo for sale. Farrin didn’t bother to take notes. The scene was rote by now. She knew exactly what shelves and locations to find the furniture and accessories. She noted Van was

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polite but didn’t flirt openly. Farrin decided it was because he probably already had his fling with this woman, it was over, and they were only into business. Lyle was his complete charming self, as always, the diplomat and politician of the group arranging the final details. Thankful the realtor had left, Farrin immediately started opening windows and doors to rid the space of the perfume scent. “She does douse herself liberally,” Lyle chuckled as he propped open the front door and back sliders. “If you notice, I try to be busy when she arrives and blow her a hello kiss. If I don’t, I smell like her the rest of the day.” “It’s like the scent is in my skin. I need a shower.” She pushed open the window over the kitchen sink and made her way out onto the small balcony. Taking deep breaths of the humid air was better than breathing inside. Van was behind her a few minutes later. “That woman has no imagination.” His tone was light, accepting. “You’ve worked with her before?” “I’ve worked with just about all the realtors in southern Florida at one time or another. You’ll get used to them after a while.” He moved to the railing and leaned on it, bringing his body close to hers. “You see any problems with this job?” “Only that there’s no imagination in it.” “I agree, but Lynda does know her market. In this location and this kind of setup, people who buy these condos are looking for palm trees and pale colors. It’s what they’ve come to expect and how they think they’re supposed to live here.” “Well, she’s the client. She can have what she wants.” “What can I have?” He nudged her shoulder with his, glancing to her and back to the view. “Almost anything, as long as it’s imaginative.” She turned halfway and leaned on the railing, her chest positioned for view and touch if he was interested. “You said you had an idea when we were in the pool last week. What was that about?”

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“Maybe you should pick,” he countered. “Can I pick this week?” Lyle had wandered to the doorway and stood listening. “Farrin got to pick the pool last time.” He set a mock pout on his lips. “All right, Lyle. This time you pick. What’s your perverted little mind thinking now?” Van turned and leaned his back against the railing, giving Lyle his attention. He didn’t give him his full attention as his left hand reached to cover Farrin’s breast, rolling her nipple between his thumb and index fingers. She moved only slightly to fill his palm further, a silent go-ahead to continue. She noted Lyle blushed slightly, his cheeks reddening. “I’ve been a naughty boy this week.” He looked directly at Lyle. “And you feel you need to be punished for these…transgressions?” Van’s tone had deepened, but he continued to roll her nipple. “I…” Farrin noted the smile Lyle had to keep tugging back before he could speak. “Go on, Lyle, tell us how you think a naughty boy should be punished for his deeds?” She couldn’t believe she was stepping into this game so easily, but she liked it. “Is it because you caught Van fondling my breast?” “Well, that too.” He hesitated but finally continued. “I saw you, Miss Farrin, our librarian, being fondled by Mr. Van, our principle, in the hallway.” He said it with exaggerated flair and hand gestures. “I see. Did you stop to watch or did you walk away?” “I stopped to watch.” He turned to Van. “How would you punish a naughty boy who watched his teacher and principle?” Van thought for a while. “I think this should be dealt with after the school day.” His fingers dropped from her breast, and she was instantly disappointed. “Ms. Farrin and I will decide your punishment tonight. You will both be in my library at eight o’clock.” “But, sir, what do you have in mind?” Lyle asked.

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“Don’t be late, young man, and be prepared for your punishment.” “Yes, sir.” Lyle gave them a mock salute and turned away. Farrin would have sworn he skipped to the front door and let himself out. “And you, Miss Farrin, how would you punish the naughty boy in your class?” “I suppose it depends on just how much he saw you fondling me. And if this is the first time he’s been in trouble.” “This isn’t his first time.” “Then I suppose we’ll have to wait until tonight and see if he’s…repentant.” He laughed aloud. “See you tonight, Librarian Farrin.” He gave her a quick peck on her cheek and left her to close and lock up the condo. All afternoon her pussy was hot and needy. She kept wondering about their evening. From their cryptic conversation, she assumed a spanking was in order. She just didn’t know who was to give and who would receive. Then it struck her, she’d like to experience both. She had a light supper and dressed for the evening. She wore a black pencil skirt and a silky man-tailored blouse. Under it, she wore a black satin corset with garters to hold up her black hose. She didn’t slide on the matching panties. She pulled her hair back in a severe twist at the nape of her neck. Farrin put in her contacts but tucked her reading glasses in her purse. Her new, black, four-inch pumps completed her look. She wore no perfume. The drive over seemed to take forever, and she made a definite decision not to touch her pussy or clit. It didn’t stop her from clenching her thighs, trying to ease the ache. Arriving a few minutes to eight, Van let her in his home and showed her to a room off the main hallway she’d not seen before. It was a library of sorts, actually his office. The large mahogany desk anchored the center of the room. She noted it was clean except for a wooden ruler. Van offered her a drink, which she sipped until the

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doorbell rang. She was wandering before the book shelves when the men returned. “Miss Farrin,” Lyle said, entering with his head slightly bowed. He wore old sneakers, a white tee shirt, and baggy jeans. It was so far from his every day manicured appearance, she almost laughed. Then she remembered the corset she was wearing. “Lyle,” she acknowledged. “You’ll wait in the hallway until we decide your punishment.” Van’s tone was very deep and gruff. Lyle turned on his heel and left, leaving the door open behind him. Van strode across the room to her and turned her in his arms. His kiss was tender at first, and she responded in kind. He took the empty glass from her hand and put it on a shelf. Then he kissed her a second time. It was the kiss of things to come. His hands slid up and down her sides and waist, his hips jutting forward, his erection pressing between her legs. The groan they heard was hers as she moved tighter against Van. “But, Principle Van, we shouldn’t be doing this. Anyone might see us.” Her tongue ran a line from his lips to his earlobe where she bit lightly. His cock surged against her belly, and he sighed. Van reached to the neckline of her shirt. When she thought he would unbutton it, he grabbed each side and tugged it open, buttons popping as the material gave way. The chill shuddered through her, wetting her pussy further. “Very nice,” he told her, fingering the strap of her corset. It was all she could do to keep from reaching down and rubbing her clit. Instead, she reached between their bodies and grabbed Van’s erection. He was full and thick, and she automatically dropped to her knees. Careful not to catch his skin in the zipper, she engulfed him with her lips. Farrin knew Lyle watched surreptitiously from the doorway and knew it made the whole scene more intense. She lavished Van’s cock with attention, grinning when she tasted his first drops of pre-cum. It

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was then Van drew her up by her shoulders in front of him, his hands encasing her breasts. Her torn shirt still hung from her shoulders as he lowered his lips, kissing first the tops of them and finally lifting them from the cups of cloth to suckle her. She ground her hips against him and used her hand to hold his head to her breast, urging him to suck harder. Van’s mouth sucked her nipple, and his hands roamed her buttocks and hips. “You’re not wearing panties, Miss Farrin. That in itself is an infraction.” His fingers traced around front, and he cupped her crotch through the material. “You’re hot to my touch, Miss Librarian.” “Make me hotter, Principle Van,” she replied, keeping in character. He glanced to the doorway and back, lowering to his knees before her. Van’s fingers lifted the material of her skirt up and over her hips, leaving her exposed to him. When she thought he’d tongue her clit, he paused and left a trail of kisses and licks along her thighs where her stockings ended. That was when they heard noise from the doorway. “Who’s there,” Van asked, taking one long lick of her moist pussy lips before he stood up. “Who’s there spying on us?” Lyle appeared in the doorway, one hand rubbing his erection through his pants, the other carrying a book. “Student Lyle, you’ve been spying on us.” “I came to return a book,” he stuttered, dropping the book on a chair beside the door. “But you stayed to watch us,” Van prompted. “Yes, I did, and I liked it. I’ve watched you fuck her before.” There was a hit of defiance in his voice, and Farrin waited to see how this would unfold. “You need to be punished, young man. Come here and stand before me.” Lyle took his time walking across the space. Farrin wanted to cover her breasts and tug down her skirt but didn’t. Just the idea of Lyle walking in and seeing her half exposed got her hot. She

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knew he’d been watching, but it didn’t matter. It still made her horny to think what he saw. “Over the desk, Mr. Lyle. You need to be taught a lesson.” Farrin looked on as Lyle dropped his hands to the desktop, leaving his legs shoulder-width apart. Van walked to the desk and picked up the ruler. His pants rode on his hips, his hard cock still exposed and erect. He gave Lyle’s butt several smacks with the ruler while she watched. Even though this was his fantasy, Lyle’s cheeks still reddened with embarrassment. “Is that enough to make you stop watching us?” “Not with her tits,” Lyle answered. Van gave him several more smacks to his butt then backed off. “If you want to touch her tits, drop your pants.” “What?” Farrin asked, stepping out of character. “The boy wants to fondle your beautiful tits. I can’t blame him. But if he wants to touch you, he has to let me spank him, bare assed.” The gauntlet was tossed. Lyle glanced up at Farrin and smiled. He wasted no time toeing off his sneakers, dropping his jeans, and kicking them aside. Then he tugged off his T-shirt without prompting. His cock was full, already drops of cum glinted at his tip. She licked her lips but glanced at Van. “Miss Farrin, will you come here?” She moved to the front of the desk. Van moved her by the waist until she stood at the center, her butt riding the edge. Her shirt still hung from her shoulders, her breasts were bare of the corset covering, and her skirt was still bunched at her waist. “Now, Lyle, you may fondle her breasts while I spank you.” Immediately, Lyle’s hands encased her breasts, squeezing them. His head dropped, and he alternated sucking her nipples. With each spank of Van’s hand on his butt, Lyle sucked harder. “Is that enough to make you stop spying on us?” “No,” Lyle answered, a bit too quickly. Van moved behind the desk and opened a drawer. She felt Lyle pull a deep breath around her

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nipple. He continued to suck her but braced his hands on the desktop on either side of her hips. Van wasted no time, paddling Lyle’s butt with a wooden paddle until it was a cherry red. It was about sixteen inches long and maybe three wide. Its handle was shaped for easy hand positioning. It looked old and worn, used, she decided, and she began to wonder who else had been spanked with that same paddle. Tonight, her name would be imbedded on the list. Farrin felt the strength of the paddle each time it contacted with Lyle’s butt. Besides his mouth being locked to her breast, his whole body moved against her with each strike. She braced her weight to absorb his impact. Farrin watched Van’s face and body. He was obviously enjoying the scene, his lips fixed in a small smirk, his eyes intent on watching her. With their gazes fixed, she knew he saw her body shift each time the paddle struck Lyle. She knew he watched as Lyle sucked her tits. She knew his cock was rock hard, jutting upward, slick with his precum. She licked her lips and glanced at his cock. Van winked at her and tugged his own length several times while he continued to paddle Lyle. Farrin decided he was enjoying the game but not abusing his power over Lyle. When he stopped, Van took Lyle by the shoulder and pushed him downward. On his knees, he started to lick her pussy. He did it differently than Van did, but it still made her hot and needy. She watched Van watch Lyle lick her, a silent communication not missed between them. She wanted Van to be licking her pussy, but he deliberately staged Lyle to do it first. “We have to teach the boy how to lick a pussy correctly before he leaves our tutelage, Miss Farrin.” “Of course, Principle. His education must be complete.”

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Chapter Nine Van understood this was a first for Farrin, and he knew what Lyle wanted. She held her character well, but watching her stand there, exposed and willing, made his cock surge. Better to get rid of his first load, then he could fuck her longer. “Mister Lyle, come here and suck my cock until I come.” He glanced at Farrin and saw her eyes widen. “I’ll still fuck you, Miss Librarian, after he takes my first load.” “Whatever you wish, Principle. You are in charge.” “Remember that, or your butt will be as cherry red as his.” “And who reddens your ass, Principle?” She goaded him on. “Finger your pussy and squeeze your tit while he sucks me.” She stayed where she was, propped against the edge of the desk, one hand tweaking her own nipples. The other she let rub against her clit. Farrin stroked herself and watched while Lyle sucked Van. “Fingers in your pussy,” Van said a second time, reaching to the table for the paddle. She complied, allowing her index finger to penetrate her folds. Van came quickly, with Lyle swallowing his load. “You’ve both been very naughty. You, Lyle, for watching us, and you, Miss Farrin, for fingering your pussy.” “But sir, you told me to.” She feigned shyness and he watched her hold back her smile at his next order. “Both of you turn and lean on the desk.” Farrin did as she was told, Lyle standing beside her and taking the position. Van’s spanking was more of a tease than a real spanking. Van knew from her flushed cheeks and neck she felt the rush of embarrassment, but he didn’t hurt her. She did glance over her

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shoulder to see her butt cheeks redden, their gazes meeting until she turned away. “Now, have you both learned your lesson?” “I’m not sure,” Lyle said, grinning from ear to ear. “Then we go further.” Van went back to the other side of the desk and pulled out two identical dildos. They were long and thick, made of a soft plastic. Van put one toy to Lyle’s lips, and he greedily sucked it. The second, he put to Farrin’s lips. “I’d rather have the real thing.” The defiance in her voice was clear. “Suck on this,” he told her, gently pushing it between her lips. She took it the second time and let him reposition her hips so she leaned forward over the desk top. Lyle moved into position without prompting. “You’ll both learn your lessons tonight.” Van began spanking them both. While Lyle would know what was coming, Farrin didn’t. “Lyle, is that fake cock wet?” He slid it from between his lips. “Yes, sir.” Van took the saliva-coated toy and nudged it at Lyle’s anus. Farrin watched him settle his weight on the desk top and accept the toy, pushing back to take it deeper inside his anus. Van spanked him several times. “Stay there.” Then he took the toy from her lips. “Yours is slick, too. But your pussy is so wet, I could ram it in you without you sucking it. You’re hot and wet, slippery from watching Lyle take his toy cock in his ass.” “Yes,” she admitted. “But I’d rather have your cock in my ass than the toy.” “Is that what you want?” “Yes, please, fuck my pussy with the toy and fuck my ass with your cock.” He pushed the toy in her pussy and found no hesitation. It slid inward and back at his whim. Van wasn’t sure just how far Farrin would go but decided this was a good sign. He pulled a few condom packages from his back pocket

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and tossed them on the desk. With precise moves, he pulled her legs further backward, widening her stance. “Lyle, on your knees and lick her clit.” She watched as Lyle lowered himself, holding the toy in his anus with one hand until he rested between her and the back of the desk. Van watched her shudder when Lyle’s tongue touched her clit. Then he began licking her lips and using his hand to move the dildo in and out. “Are you sure?” Van whispered, moving directly behind her. “God help me, yes. Fuck my ass, Van, now.” His hands spanked her ass cheeks while Lyle licked her pussy, using the toy to punctuate his movements. Van’s tongued her pussy from behind and felt Lyle licking her at the same time, their tongues meeting and tangling against her. Van moved higher, laving her anus with his tongue. “Damn it, Van, just fuck me.” He stood at her request and grabbed a condom package. Once covered, he took a half-step forward, grabbing Farrin by the hips, pulling her cheeks wide. He rubbed his cock over her several times before pushing inside her. Farrin froze under the double penetration. He waited a few seconds before he slowly moved backward. Her hand came up quickly to grab at his hips, holding him in place. “Don’t stop,” she uttered, dropping her other hand to Lyle’s head between her legs. “Librarian, you must be taught, too,” he said, now thrusting in and out of her ass at his will. She’d relaxed into the act, rose to meet his inward movements. It was almost too much for Van. He knew she was tight from their fucking before. Now she was stretched full. With the toy in her pussy and his cock in her ass, he used both hands to spank her butt. “Lyle, I’m going to come,” he said, a signal to Lyle as he covered her clit with his lips and started to suck harder. He held the dildo in her pussy as Van fucked her ass from behind.

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He came when she did, her muscles tightening around him in a viselike grip. She shuttered several times before he relaxed his weight on her back. Lyle continued to lick her pussy after pulling out the toy. When Van finally garnered his breath, he stood and pulled from her body. His arm came around her waist to steady her. “Miss Librarian, you are one hot piece of ass.” He kissed the back of her neck and reached a hand down to help Lyle stand. “So, my wayward student, have you learned your lesson?” “Not yet, sir. I think I need to be spanked more.” “Then we start again.” Van moved away and tossed the used condom in the wastebasket beside the desk. Lyle all but fell to his knees and licked him clean. Farrin turned to watch, and Van rewarded her by grasping her tits and kissing her lips. “First, a drink, and then we’ll continue with Lyle’s lessons. Lyle, go to the guest bath and clean up, then bring us all a glass of wine. Farrin, you use the bath in my bedroom.” She turned to leave, and he caught her wrist. “Leave your blouse and skirt as they are.” She hesitated, but didn’t challenge him. He did admire the cherry red of her buttocks as she walked from the room. **** She stood before the framed mirror in Van’s master bath, staring at the woman before her. She was washed and fresh, her hair and makeup repaired. Automatically, she reached to tug down her skirt and stopped. Readjusting the torn shirt on her shoulders to show more of her breasts, she made sure her skirt was still bunched at her hips. Turning to view her body in the full length on the far wall, she stilled. Her cheeks were red but not bruised. She realized Van was a very controlled man, careful of his strength and trust levels. Her pussy went wet when she rubbed her fingers along her butt cheek. She thought to finger herself and decided not to.

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Chapter Ten Farrin returned to find Van standing at the window. The slats on the blinds had been opened, only slightly allowing in stripes of ambient light from the street. He was one good-looking man, she decided again. His shirt was halfway unbuttoned, revealing the soft, curling brown hairs on his chest. She knew they flowed downward and encircled his cock like a halo. His pants were still caught on his hips, his cock half erect. She wanted this and figured she should give him a hint she wanted to go further. “Principle, I have a confession.” She lowered her voice and her gaze, staring directly at his cock. “What have you done, Librarian?” She didn’t hesitate, rather took the few remaining steps to close the space between their bodies. “I washed as you directed, but…” “Yes, but?” “When I saw my red ass in the mirror, my pussy got all creamy again.” “I see. Did you act on this in any way?” “I wanted to finger myself, but I didn’t.” She glanced up and held back her smile. “Do it now, right now.” His gaze was almost a dare, and she wouldn’t back down. Farrin let her hand drop to her crotch, lightly touching the general area. “I said fingers inside.” She took a step back and stood with her legs wide. With exaggerated motions, she sucked her middle finger and snaked it down her neck and chest. She paused to fondle her breast and pinch

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her nipple before dropping her hand all the way down. She made small circles and finally thrust her finger in her pussy. At first, it was enough to just clench around it. But with Van’s appraisal, she started to slip it in and out, occasionally bringing it to her lips and sucking her own juices. Then she turned her back to him, letting him watch her penetrate her own pussy and see her red ass cheeks. “Lady, you are one hot bitch,” Van muttered. He moved behind her and lowered to his knees. His large hands held her thighs wide, and he licked her from behind. For her, it was the most bold, erotic thing she’d ever experienced. Still half dressed, fingering herself while this amazing man licked her from behind, made her come, the shudder of her body unmistakable. She glanced up and saw Lyle had entered and was watching from a few feet away. He reached forward and drew her hand to his lips, sucking her finger clean. “Principle, I was bad again.” “I saw that, Lyle. Did you like the taste of her?” “Yes, I did, and I want more.” “Well, Librarian, should we finish his education?” “It would be a waste to stop short, especially since his cock is full and straining.” Van stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He nuzzled the back of her neck. “Lyle, make her wet.” Lyle kneeled before her and began to lick her pussy and clit, using his fingers to penetrate her. Van continued to hold her round the waist with one hand and began pinching her butt cheeks with the other. “Librarian, you are so wet, your juices are all over your pussy and ass.” He slid his hand over her skin and let his middle finger ride between her cheeks. He lowered it further, so Lyle would suck it slick and Van would slide it up and over her anus. “Your breath is short. Is there a problem, Miss Farrin?” “I need to come, Principle. Please, make me come.” Van slipped his finger in her anus while Lyle doubled his efforts, putting a second finger in her pussy and latching onto her clit with

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more pressure. She could feel both their hands and used her free hand to grab her tit, pumping it harder in rhythm with his hand. “Please,” she uttered, and he pulled from her completely. “Remember, I’m in charge. Lyle, go and lay flat on the ottoman.” He lifted her at the waist and took her to where Lyle had settled. Van set her down and tossed him a condom. With practiced ease, he sheathed himself. Van moved Farrin forward until she straddled Lyle. His gentle pressure on her shoulders had her taking his cock in her pussy. “Kiss her, Lyle.” Lyle wrapped his hands around her and began kissing her, long, slow swipes of his tongue against hers. He let his hands roam her body, pinching and playing where he wanted. Van watched for a bit and allowed himself several slaps to her cherry red ass. When he knew his resistance was waning, he sheathed himself and moved into position behind her. She was slick and wet, ready for his intrusion. Van felt them both stall while he entered her anus and gave a few quick thrusts. When he was centered, he lifted slightly and began spanking her and butt fucking her. She and Lyle continued to kiss while he fucked her pussy. “Will this make you come, Miss Farrin? Having both our cocks in your body, is that what you wanted, what you needed?” “Yes. Yes, it is. Spank me for my bad behavior. Spank me so I won’t forget.” “Remember you said that.” He started to put a bit more pressure on his spanks and began to fuck her in earnest, knowing this would be his last orgasm of the evening. He could feel Lyle’s cock rubbing against his. One last look at how disheveled her clothing was and her red butt, and he came with a groan, continuing to the push-and-pull motion until he felt her inner muscles clench both of them. Lyle jerked upward and pulsed in her pussy several times before relaxing under them.

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Van stood and straightened his pants on his hips, and then he helped Farrin to stand. She glanced at him and without prompting, lowered herself to her knees, tugging off the condom and licking his cock clean. Then she turned to Lyle. He stood to the side, watching her suck Van. When he was clean, she repeated the process on Lyle. She rose and sat on the ottoman and quickly jumped up. “Ouch,” Farrin said without thought and stood to rub her backside. “Relish the tingle, my dear. It will be gone before you know it.” Lyle gave each of her breasts a quick kiss and moved away, finding his discarded clothing and dressing. Van handed her a fresh glass of wine, but she declined it. “I’m driving.” She started to tug her skirt down. She pulled the halves of her shirt closer in the front but had to stop to put her breasts back in the corset cups. Then she wrapped the material closed around her and used her fingers to comb back her hair, the tight twist long gone from their activities. “How about a soda instead? A bit of caffeine will give you a boost.” She only nodded and continued to right her clothes. He handed her a glass of cola and gave one to Lyle while he finished dressing. Van noted the feelings starting to creep forward, one’s that would tell Farrin to stay the night, and pushed them back. “I’m heading out, Principle!” Lyle said. “I’m ready, too,” Farrin quickly added. She paused and leaned up to kiss his cheek and all but ran from his house. He decided the embarrassment factor had gotten to her. Following them both outside, he waited until their vehicles started and left his driveway. Back inside, he stripped off his clothes as he walked through the house. Van knew better than to hesitate and dove in the pool, knowing the cool evening air would chill him. He swam laps until he couldn’t breathe, the whole time reinforcing that women weren’t permanent. They were for mutual companionship and lust. Any other thoughts

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would get him in trouble, deep trouble. The kind of permanent trouble he didn’t want to experience again. **** Farrin refused to let the men see her discomfort as she slid behind the wheel of her truck. She was thankful it was only a short distance to drive, trying to hold her weight off the seat. While she figured she should be embarrassed, she wasn’t. When she thought she should feel like a tramp, she only experienced lust. Lust led to need. Finally home, she examined her body in the full mirror on the back of her bathroom door. While the water came to heat, she examined the color and texture of her buttocks. She was wet again, wanting more. “Be careful, girlfriend. This could get habit forming.” Stepping under the hot spray, she wondered where her mind and morals went. But once asked, she admitted all three of them had sanctioned and enjoyed the evening’s events. At her age, she decided it was about time she found lust and sex and enjoyment all rolled into one neat package or two, technically. While she thought she would be wide awake the whole night, once she snuggled down on the crisp, cool sheets, she dropped to sleep quickly.

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Chapter Eleven The following week was hell for Farrin. She made a full attempt to work the week even with the spring cold she caught. By Wednesday, she was a mess and stayed home. Sleep was elusive and her symptoms reached their awful heights. Thursday, she was starting to feel better. She knew she was a sight, her nose red, her eyes puffy, and her voice only a squeak. She wandered aimlessly around her condo. Even the beautiful day didn’t heighten her sprits. Too much time for self-reflection brought back all the bad memories she’d tried to leave behind. Since her move to Florida, she’d been able to look forward. This week, without work to keep her mind occupied, she kept remembering all the old hurts. At four in the afternoon, her doorbell rang. She cursed under her breath, not wanting to be bothered. Glancing through the peep hole, she was aghast to find Van standing there. Panic set in first, and she tried to pull it back. There was no use running for cover or trying to primp. Instead, she pulled her blue chenille robe closer around her body and opened her door. “Hi,” she managed, her voice still squeaky. “Hi,” he said, walking past her without being invited and went straight to her kitchen. He carried a paper bag that wafted a heavenly scent past her. “I’m not staying,” he continued, unpacking the bag. He loosened the top on a plastic container of something and put it in her microwave. Then he stuck several bottles of ginger ale in her fridge. Lastly, he put a pint of vanilla ice cream in her freezer. Farrin pulled tissues from her robe pocket to cover her sneezes, each of which he blessed her for.

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“You look like hell. Sound it, too. I’m figuring you feel worse.” He glanced at her from head to toe and smiled. “I’ve seen you look better,” he teased. “Shoot me now,” she quipped, turning away to sneeze again. “You’ll be better in a few days. If not, we’ll shoot you then.” He laughed and moved toward her. “Don’t,” she yelled, almost in a panic. “I’ll get you sick, too.” “I never get sick.” He took a step forward and hugged her tight to his body. “Besides, if I do, you’ll have to come take care of me.” “Okay,” she said with a sigh, stifling a yawn. Van released her and stepped behind her. He gently tugged the robe from her shoulders. “Van,” “Relax. I’m not here for lascivious activities.” Instead, he used his strong fingers to massage the muscles in her neck and shoulders. “That’s wonderful,” she admitted. “Good, go lay down,” he prompted and followed her to the bedroom. Farrin didn’t like people to see her home when it wasn’t tidy. Today, it was anything but. Her bed was a mass of tangled sheets and tossed tissues. The bed stand held bottles of every kind of cold medicine available. “It’s such a mess,” she said but relented and crawled onto the bed, not caring. “You’ll clean it up when you feel better.” His statement was flat. “Now…” He pulled the robe further off her shoulders, revealing her naked back. His hands went back to her neck and shoulders. He was strong but not hurtful. “Lyle told you I was sick?” she asked. “Yeah, he told me because he wouldn’t come to check on you.” Van paused. “You do realize he’s a complete hypochondriac, don’t you?” “I don’t think it ever came up.” Her voice was drowsy to her own ear, Van’s massage relaxing her.

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“That’s because none of us was sick. I bet the first time you sneezed on Monday, he went running for the disinfectant.” His laugh was kind. “He did keep his distance. When I showed up Tuesday, he threatened to send me home in a taxi.” She tried to laugh but wound up coughing. “Let’s just say he’s not a good patient. It’s in all our best interests to keep him healthy.” “I’ll remember that,” she managed. “You go to sleep. There’s soup in the microwave for later. I’ll let myself out.” She felt the bed dip beside her as he leaned down and kissed her forehead. “You don’t have much of a fever. Just sleep, Farrin. You’ll feel better tomorrow.” “Thanks, Van.” “You’re welcome. See you next week.” She stayed on the bed and listened to him shut the front door after him. Sleep came quickly, and it was after nine that night when she woke, starving. The chicken soup he’d left for her was a miracle, easing the ache in her stomach. Farrin spent the rest of the night curled up on her sofa, watching old movies, and sipping ginger ale. After midnight, she texted Van and thanked him for the groceries. He texted back she should be asleep, but if she wasn’t, there was an old Cary Grant and Katharine Hepburn comedy on, along with the channel. She watched the movie, one she’d seen many times, replacing Cary’s face with Van’s and Katharine’s with hers. Farrin decided it was the cold medicine that made her fantasize but didn’t care. With a congested breath, she reinforced aloud, “He will never be permanent. Our relationship isn’t permanent.” Over and over she said the words, making herself believe them. As she dozed before the flickering screen, she reinforced to herself that she was a competent, intelligent woman. She was capable of taking care of herself and would continue to do so. She’d enjoy the

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relationship with Van and Lyle but understood something like that wouldn’t last forever. “But a gal can dream,” she whispered, pulling the blanket tighter to her shoulders. Closing her eyes brought visions of Van fucking her from behind, her ass cheeks red from his hand, her pussy hotter and wetter than she’d ever known. **** Saturday, she was feeling much better. By Sunday, she ventured out for groceries and cleaned her apartment. Monday, she was back at work, germ free, which she teased Lyle about. Even with work to do, she couldn’t forget how Van had been with her. He was a hard act to follow in many ways. It was prominent in her mind that he was only temporary as he’d told her in the beginning. **** The condo staging went as expected even though Farrin thought it was an overused and outdated plan. She smiled and nodded to Lynda at the walkthrough but made sure she was across the room when she arrived, therefore staying out of the perfume zone. Once that was done, she headed back to the warehouse, debating about the next job she’d been assigned. It was a small bungalow that needed a lot of help, with a smaller budget.

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Chapter Twelve The bungalow was further away from home than their normal jobs, but the drive along the coast road on a sunny afternoon wasn’t bad. The navigation system in her truck brought her to the doorway of their next project. Farrin stifled back a groan when she saw the property. The outside had been left to seed. What once might have been a small, manicured lawn was now a mass of dead flowers, vines, and dirt. No green peeked from the whole site. The house was vinyl sided. At least that could be power washed without a hassle. Key in hand, she paused to wipe away the cobwebs from the front door landing before turning the key. Inside was worse than the outside. Dust mites circulated through the air, light from the dirty windows highlighting them. She took a quick tour of the place and moved back to the living-dining space. The old home had potential, but not on the budget her client proposed. Wandering around a second time, she took copious notes on her handheld device. Glancing through the front window, she saw Van arrive. He, too, left his truck and stood looking at the old place. She watched him shake his head and walk the path toward the front door, now propped wide open to air out the moldy smell. “Hi,” she greeted him from what was left of the kitchen area. He was preoccupied with inspecting the space. “Hi.” She started to bristle, and she remembered she didn’t have the right. “I’m going to venture to the backyard,” she said, assuming he’d heard her. When she finally went outside, the fresh air was exhilarating. So was her instant visual of what the space could look like. The yard was huge, overgrown, but larger than she’d expected. It

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was a quiet place. She could actually hear birds chirping and the light wind fluttering tree leaves. In the far corner, she followed a dilapidated path and was rewarded with a slice of the ocean. Farrin knew the Florida Keys were all different, but she never imagined finding a location like this. The property was pie shaped, the point being the front yard. The beach front was magnificent, the neighbors’ well-established homes, yards, and piers all welldelineated and hidden with tall, manicured hedges. She figured they’d be thrilled if the house sold and someone would keep it up. That in itself would raise their property values. She sat on the sandy beach, just watching the horizon and the water. “It’s a beautiful place, as long as you don’t look behind you.” She became startled from the quiet and smiled as Van sat beside her. “I never expected to find this kind of backyard. The view is stunning.” “It’s quiet and private,” Van replied. “The place has potential, Van.” “You sound wistful, Farrin. What is it?” “Silly thoughts,” she told him, standing and brushing the sand off her butt. She stood beside him, but he didn’t touch her. “Tell me,” he prompted. “It’s just…the place has so much potential.” She turned to walk back to the house, and Van grabbed her wrist lightly. His gaze met hers, and she let out an exasperated breath. “All right, I could live here.” There, she’d said the words aloud. “Obviously not like this, but I can see it in my mind, what the house could be, how the yard could be landscaped. It could be beautiful again.” “You’ll make it beautiful enough to find it a new owner.” “Yes, I guess I will. With your help and Lyle’s.” She shook off the immediate want to own the home and land. “Come on, let’s see if the structure has any redeeming qualities.” Hours later, with her list and Van’s repair list, they wandered to their vehicles. “I’ll tell Lyle to talk to you directly about this. I don’t

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think we’ll have any budget left after you make the necessary repairs to bring it to code.” “I’ll crunch numbers tonight.” He hesitated. “Farrin, what is it about this place?” “I’m not sure really, just that I felt peaceful here. Calm. Not like when we’re in Miami with all the traffic and noise.” “Would you really live here?” “Yes, I could, but I won’t. I’ve a career to rebuild, and this far out, the compute would be a deterrent. Someday, when it’s right, I’ll find another place.” “Are you interested in dinner?” he asked. “Yes, but not until I’ve had a shower.” “Why don’t we head back? You go home and clean up, and I’ll swing by and pick you up.” She hesitated, and he glanced at her. “What?” “Well, truthfully, I’d rather you swing by with takeout, and we could watch the game on tonight. It’s preseason baseball…” “It will save me from taping it. See you around seven. Any druthers on your supper?” “Anything but sushi.” She opened her truck door and turned the ignition, flipping the air conditioning on high. “I have beer and wine at the house.” “Good, see you later.” She noted he waited until she was belted in her truck and moving away before pulling out after her. Her pussy clenched at the idea of spending time alone with him. While they hadn’t said anything specific, she knew she’d be receptive to any ideas he might initiate. And she might just be the one to suggest a few things to him. The rest of the drive home was lost in thought of what might be. ****

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He was incredibly relaxed in her home. They shared the Chinese food he’d brought and discussed the game rationally, since they were cheering on opposite teams. “If your team wins…” She hesitated and didn’t continue. “If my team wins, what do I get?” He gave her his half smile, the one she recognized as horny, and she swallowed hard. “If your team wins, you get one act of sex, anything you want.” “And the same for your team winning?” He gave her a wide grin rubbing his hands together. “I figure I win either way!” Two hours later, Farrin lay on the mangled sheets of her bed, her body in a total sweat and sated like never before. The connection they found tonight was different than any she’d ever known. By the seventh inning, it was apparent her team would lose. She drew a breath and moved beside him on the sofa. “I admit it, my team is losing. What and how would you like it?” “Your bed, naked, now.” She didn’t need persuading. Instead, she headed to her bedroom, stripping her clothes as she went, leaving a trail of garments from the living room to the bed. She tossed off the decorative pillows and pulled back the comforter, sliding across the cool, crisp sheets. Pausing, she pulled out several condoms from the nightstand and tossed the packages within reach. When he came in the room, she watched as he tugged off his T-shirt. Standing beside the bed, he paused to unzip his shorts. That was when she reached forward, capturing his hard cock in her hand. She stroked him a few times before rolling onto her belly at the edge of the mattress, using her lips and her hands. His cock surged harder, and she settled to suck him. Farrin loved his anatomy. He was strong and solid, and his cock was always ready for her. She continued to suck him deep down her throat, her hands holding him by the hips, directing his body where she wanted it. He leaned over her, his hands roaming her bare skin, occasionally pinching her buttocks. She lavished his erection with her

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tongue, lapping up the droplets of pre-cum her actions created. She intended to finish him there, to swallow his load and see what developed. Van had a different idea. “Roll over, Farrin, to the center of the bed.” She did as told with a slight pout on her lips. Van lay beside her, his hand and mouth doing amazing things to her body. He started by kissing her and worked his way down, pausing to suckle her nipples while his hands roamed lower. “Oh, yes,” she uttered when he slipped first one then a second finger in her moist pussy. With his mouth to her nipple, the pull went directly to her womb. She came with a groan as he pushed a third finger inside her. She’d never felt so full. “Fuck me, Van. Make me come from your cock.” “Is that what you really want?” “God, yes. Fuck my pussy until I come.” Words had no meaning from that second, only looks and kisses counted. He’d entered her calmly, taking the top in a missionary position. Their joining was slow and relaxed, her hips rising to meet his thrusts. She’d tighten her inner muscles each time he entered her. “Damn it, Farrin, keep that up and I’ll come.” “Then come for me, Van.” He hesitated and started at the beginning, his lips to hers as he pushed in and pulled from her body. His hands roamed her skin, rolling her nipple between his fingers. His slow, methodical seduction was bringing her to a point of no return. “Van, please, fuck me. Fuck my pussy so I won’t ever forget.” She glanced at the smirk on his lips and allowed him to draw her arms high over her head. He anchored them with his own hands, their fingers interlaced. Each thrust had them holding onto each other, their hands absorbing the pounding of his body into her. The intense connection she felt with Van would frighten her if she didn’t keep reminding herself this was temporary. With minimal hip movements, he brought her to an orgasm so intense, she went limp under him. His body shuddered above her as

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he finally let himself come. He didn’t let go of her hands, still high over her head. His mouth captured a nipple and bit lightly. Their bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat even though the air conditioning was on. “Damn, Farrin. I had all these wonderful ideas of taking you from behind over the side of the bed.” He finally relinquished his hold and rolled to her side. “I’m sorry. Do you want to try again? I’ll see if I can do it right this time.” She held back her laughter for several seconds before letting her smile widen. “I think we did enough for tonight. Just remember, you owe me an over-the-side fuck. One where I get to fondle your ass cheeks while inside you.” They lay beside each other for a long moment. Too long, she decided. Usually after they had sex, he was up and moving, cleaning up and dressing before the situation got awkward. Tonight, he seemed content to just relax beside her. She rolled to her bed stand and grabbed the television remote, flicking on the rest of the game. He rolled to his side, pulling tissues from the bed stand box and disposing of the used protection in the wastebasket. When the game came back on after the commercial, they were both surprised to hear her team had actually made a major comeback to win. “Don’t gloat,” Van teased. “I’m too sated to gloat.” Farrin wanted to tuck herself against his body and relax into a deep sleep. When she was finally getting up the courage to do just that, he stretched beside her and rose. He paused to drop a kiss on her forehead before heading to her bathroom. She heard water running and knew their night was over. What she couldn’t forget was how intense he’d studied her while he pumped inside her. Their gazes met and held, each thrust a silent message. For her, in all her life she’d never connected with another man on this level. Even during her marriage, they never achieved that

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level of intimacy. They fucked with regularity but never with the intensity she’d found tonight with Van. “I owe you a sex act,” he said, coming from her bathroom. “Next time, you get to choose.” “I’m quite content,” she said then smiled, “for now, anyway. I’ll think about what I want and let you know.” The mattress dipped from his weight as he kneeled beside her. His mouth captured each nipple and tugged lightly. He slid his hands along her stomach and hips. She rose up to meet him and with her hand over his, guided it so his index and middle fingers slid back inside her pussy. Farrin let out a groan and shifted under him, taking his fingers deeper to the spot she knew would release her. Van followed her lead, kissing her lips while letting her maneuver his hand. He added his thumb to circle her clit. With only a few strokes, she’d come again, a small, unmistakable shudder running through her body. “Good night, Farrin.” He drew his hand from her body, and she grabbed his wrist, bringing his fingers to her mouth, sucking them clean. “Good night, Van, be careful driving home.” She started to rise to let him out, but he playfully pushed her back. “I’ll lock up. You stay and go to sleep.” “See you tomorrow,” she whispered, letting sleep overtake her calm, sated mind. She heard the door close and tugged a pillow closer to her chest, imagining it was his body still tucked to her. “Damn, that man can fuck,” she said aloud, letting sleep overtake her.

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Chapter Thirteen It was a unanimous decision not to take the job in the Florida Keys. Lyle and Van decided, after much number crunching, that they couldn’t do the necessary repairs and stage the home on the budget they were offered. Farrin was actually glad. She wouldn’t have to spend time there wondering what it would be like to have it be her home. The next weeks flew by, several small staging jobs keeping them busy. On the following Friday, a package arrived at the warehouse by a private messenger, addressed to her and Lyle. They hurried to his private office and pulled at the packaging like kids on Christmas morning. Inside the large box was a note. Farrin and Lyle, My turn to stage an evening. Saturday, my house, seven PM. Van. They tore back the layers of tissue paper to find their presents. The first layer was a pair of white satin boxer briefs. Lyle pulled them out and held them to his waist, then ran them along his cheek, telling her how soft and cool the material felt. She tossed the next layers of tissue aside and pulled out a sleek, white chemise with satin trim. Under the last layers of tissue were two lengths of white silk cording and two blindfolds, both white to match. “Am I supposed to be a virgin?” she quipped.

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“I hope so, and me, too.” He pulled out a length of cording, wrapping it around his neck and reached for a blindfold, holding it cover his eyes. “How are we going to get though the rest of the day and all day tomorrow?” Lyle asked, his free hand automatically dropping to his hardened cock, giving it a slight tug. “You won’t. That I know for sure.” Without advanced planning, she walked to his office door and shut it, locking it before she moved back beside him. “Let me help ease your wait.” Initiating sex with Lyle had never been one of her fantasies. Today, it felt right. She was finding closeness with him she hadn’t realized they could attain. She’d only had sex with Lyle while with Van, but this didn’t seem wrong. Rather, it felt like a natural step. She slept with Van alone. Why not enjoy Lyle, too? Farrin moved to the desk chair, grabbing his hand and drawing him with her. She sat and turned him so his butt leaned against his desk. Her deft fingers undid his pants and pushed the material clear of his cock. It still amazed her that she wanted to suck his cock. That she was enjoying the act with Lyle and Van. She knew it was because they accepted her attentions without assuming she’d suck them. In her past, her husband had always pushed her down and expected the act. Then he’d fuck her until he came. Only occasionally would he lick her pussy or finger her until she was ready. It was liberating to want to do this particular act. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to do it. Lyle’s cock was thinner and a bit shorter than Van’s, but his enthusiasm still surprised her. He gave her complete control of his body and cock. Sucking him between her lips, she felt his body quiver. She continued to lavish him with her attentions. He accepted what she gave, not pressuring her. His hips rose to meet her lips, but he never tried to take over. “I’m going to come, Farrin.”

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She glanced up, her lips still surrounding his hardened flesh. Her hands on his hips held him where she wanted him. She sucked her index finger alongside his cock, wetting it before she slipped it in his anus. Lyle groaned loudly. His body froze for a second, and then he came down her throat. “Damn it, Farrin. That was amazing. Do it again.” “That will have to hold you until tomorrow night.” She licked his cock clean and didn’t try to pull his pants back in place. “I’ll see you tomorrow night, at Van’s.” She tucked the chemise, a length of cording, and one of the blindfolds in the box. Heading for his office door, she hesitated. “Do you have any idea what he has in mind?” “Not a clue, but I’ll take what comes.” “As long as it’s you, right?” “Of course.” He chuckled. “Go home and rest up.” “You too,” she said, closing the door tightly behind her. Stopping in her office to gather her purse, she took the chemise and carefully folded it back between several layers of tissue paper, adding her blindfold and cording, placing it in her carry all. That night, she didn’t allow herself to think about what Van’s plan was. She kept busy cleaning her condo. The next day, she went to the salon, had her hair cut and styled, and decided to let her normal bikini wax go a bit further. By the time she left the salon, her pussy was completely bare of all hair instead of the small, trimmed stripe of curling hair she normally sported. The rest of the day, all she could think about was what Van would say when her bald pussy was revealed. With every touch of material to her clit and lips, she moistened more. That afternoon, she thought to nap and paused, lying naked on her bed, smoothing her skin with lotion. She found herself using two fingers to satisfy her lust. With her eyes closed, she imagined what she’d look like in all white. Virginal, she decided, until he’d lift the hem and find her bare pussy. Clenching her thighs, the moist heat flooded from within. With a resigned sigh, she turned and pulled her dildo from the draw. Her

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fingers made circles against her clit while she sucked the plastic phallus. When it was slick, she pushed it between her lips, her pussy accepting it readily. One hand pinched her own nipple. The other worked the toy in her pussy. She was so close to coming, but orgasm was still elusive, so she left the toy to weigh her pussy and slid her wet finger in her anus. At first she stilled, her body adjusting to the intrusions. A harder pinch to her nipple and she slid her finger in and out of her anus as if it were a small cock. With the toy still embedded, she imagined Lyle’s cock in her pussy and Van’s up her ass. That image pushed her over the edge, and she came with abandon, her head thrashing from side to side as she used her other hand to pump the dildo in her pussy. “Damn,” she whispered, amazed at her relaxed attitude about satisfying herself. Generally, it was an exercise in futility. Since meeting her men, it became a static wellbeing that resonated through her body. She realized it was a feeling of contentment. She napped until the alarm woke her at five to shower. She grabbed a light snack, so she wouldn’t be drinking on an empty stomach. **** Arriving promptly at seven, she had butterflies in her stomach at the concept of what might happen tonight. While she’d tossed jeans and a T-shirt in her carry all, she wore only a large, navy blue smocklike dress she used to cover her clothing while she worked. Tonight, it made the perfect cover for the chemise. She’d chosen three-inch black pumps to finish her outfit. This was the most daring thing she’d ever done, going out in public half dressed. Her pussy was wet from all the ideas she’d dreamt up while dressing. Farrin wondered if they would be able to see her essence on her naked thighs when the time came. ****

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Lyle pulled his vehicle beside hers. He wore a sly grin she’d seen the night they played principle, librarian, and student. He wore shorts and a T-shirt with sandals. “Hi,” he said lightly, waiting for her to gather her purse. “Are you as excited as I am?” “Actually, I’m very relaxed,” she started and laughed at the grim look he gave her. “All right. I’m a bit nervous, but mainly about driving over here dressed like this.” He looked at her from head to toe and smiled broadly. “You naughty girl. There’s nothing under that shirt, is there?” “Of course, I’m wearing my gift.” “Me too,” he confessed, letting his hand drop to his crotch, giving his cock a tug. He reached to take her arm. “Ready?” “Yes.” Van opened the door before they got to it. He was a sight, she decided, wearing only a pair of black silk boxers. Lyle let out a wolf whistle at the sight of him. “Come in, you two. Let’s get a drink.” His voice was calm and even. He waited to lock the door behind them and ushered them to the poolside. It was beautiful, Farrin decided. Twinkling lights lit up the yard and patio area. The underwater pool lights were on, reflecting the rippling water. “I decided on margaritas tonight. Either of you prefer something different?” “Not me. Margarita night it is,” Lyle answered. “That’s fine with me, too.” Suddenly she was nervous. She put her bag on the patio near the back door and hesitated. With a deep breath, she reminded herself she could end this whenever she wanted, if she wanted. Accepting a glass of the cold concoction from Van, he proposed a toast. “To good friends,” he said, and everyone agreed, clinking their glasses before taking their first sips. “I feel over dressed,” Lyle said, putting his aside. He kicked off his sandals and tugged his T-shirt over his head. He tossed it toward a

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lounge chair while dropping his shorts. One step and he was out of them. “Well, what do you think, Van?” He turned in a circle showing off his boxers. “You look just right for tonight, Lyle.” Both men glanced to her. “Okay,” she said, handing Van her drink. Each button was opened slowly, starting at the top. She shook the shirt off her shoulders and let it fall to the patio. Standing tall, she knew what the men saw. While the heels and the chemise gave her the illusion of being taller, the white cord was wrapped around her waist, tied in a loose knot. She used her fingers to comb back her hair before looking to them. “Wow,” Lyle said. “You look amazing.” “I’ll second that,” Van added, handing her glass back. It was all so natural, she almost laughed at the angst she’d started to feel. “So, we all look the part. Now it’s your turn to tell us what our parts are.” She looked directly at Van, and he smiled. “Do you trust me, Lyle?” “Of course, Van. I trust you implicitly.” He smiled at the other man, a half smile she’d seen before. Just like the day she watched the men fuck in the office. “Farrin, do you trust me in this situation? Are you comfortable?” Both men stared at her, and she was thankful the dark lighting hid the burning embarrassment flooding her cheeks and neck. “I’m comfortable so far. If the situation changes, I’ll let you know.” Van gave her a quick nod in acknowledgement. He walked to the seating area and sat in one of the chairs. “Lyle, why not top off our drinks?” “Of course, your wish is my command.” He went to the bar and grabbed the pitcher, pausing to refill each of their glasses. “Come and stand before me, both of you.” Farrin noted the slight change in Van’s tone and knew the game had begun. “Do you have the rest of your gifts?”

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“Of course,” Lyle pulled the blindfold and cording from his shorts pocket. She was wearing her cord knotted at her waist as a belt and drew the blindfold from the large pocket in her discarded shirt. “Farrin, please use the cord to tie Lyle’s hands behind his back.” She put her drink on the table and waited while he took a last sip of his. “Lyle, you okay with this?” she asked, stepping behind him, running the cording between her hands. His body shivered, and he smiled broadly. “Absolutely, tie me up, Farrin.” He placed his hands behind his back and stared at Van. She took a step behind him and wrapped the cording around his wrists, tying it solidly so it wouldn’t slip. Van stood and walked toward them. “Kiss for me,” he said, wrapping an arm around each of their waists, bringing them closer. Lyle kissed Farrin lightly at first then relaxed and began to kiss her fully. Van’s hands roamed over each of their backs and shoulders as they kissed. She used her hands to angle Lyle’s lips to hers, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. As they relaxed and began to enjoy the intimate act, she let her hands drop to each man’s crotch. Through the opening in their boxers, she took each of their cocks in hand, stroking them back and forth. Lyle hitched his hips forward while Van stood still, enjoying her manipulations. Van pushed the strap of her chemise off her shoulder, baring her breast. The night air made her nipple pucker. Van’s lips attaching to it made her pussy pulse. She groaned as he lavished her tit, still kissing Lyle’s mouth and manipulating both their erections. They were hard, and she shivered with anticipation at the idea of bringing them both to orgasm. Without prompting, she dropped her hands. Lyle let out a groan of disappointment. “Relax, gentlemen.” She took a cushion from one of the seats and dropped it in front of the men, lowering herself to her knees before them. Their hardened cocks bobbed in the night air, sticking through the opening in their boxers. Farrin took each man in hand and began

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to stroke them. First she licked Van then Lyle. Back and forth between the two, she settled on her heels, and started to make love to their erections. Each drop of pre-cum was lapped up greedily. Farrin never knew she could become so relaxed. Both men stood tall, accepting her mouth and hands. She glanced up and knew she never wanted this to end. As she looked back to their crotches, she glanced down and saw her breast exposed. It was just another level of excitement, she decided, baring herself before them. Then she remembered she still had the best surprise to come. “Farrin, finish off Lyle, please.” Van sounded so formal, she almost laughed, but concentrated on bringing Lyle to orgasm. With little effort, he sighed and shot his load down her throat. “Thank you,” he whispered, a broad smile on his lips.

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Chapter Fourteen “Lyle, finish me,” Van said and broadened his stance, his feet planted shoulder-width apart. Lyle eagerly dropped down and captured Van’s cock between his lips. “That’s right, Lyle. Use your mouth. Don’t rely on your hands.” Farrin moved closer to Van’s side and began kissing his chin and throat. From small nips to light licks, she flicked her tongue against his flat nipple. Over and over she continued until she sucked it between her lips. She felt Van tense, but he didn’t move. Lyle sat back and released Van’s cock from his lips. “Do that again, Farrin. He just surged in my mouth.” Lyle swallowed the cock again, and she sucked harder. Van dropped one hand to Lyle’s head, softly guiding him. His other arm wrapped around her shoulders, his fingers just missing the touch to her breast she wanted. “Make me come,” Van uttered. His hips jutted forward, and his arm went around her shoulders, holding her in place. When he came, his whole body shuddered. “Thank you, Lyle.” Van reached to help him stand and kissed him squarely on the mouth. The men shared his essence in a hot kiss that had her pussy melting a notch further. She hoped it would be her turn soon. When they broke the kiss to breathe, Van retrieved their glasses and handed her one. He held the other and brought it to Lyle’s lips to sip, sharing the drink. It didn’t go unnoticed by Lyle that her breast was still exposed. “May I suck on her tit?” Lyle asked, glancing first to Van and then to her for permission. Van answered he could, and Lyle moved

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closer to Farrin. His lips greedily sucked her nipple, his motions going directly to her crotch. With his hands still tied, she controlled how much of her breast he could suck. She found she was pushing herself harder against his lips, her hand finally coming around to hold his head in place. Van dropped one arm and let his hand brush against her crotch. He matched the rhythm Lyle started, and she knew her orgasm was close. “Van, finger me,” she said. “Who’s in charge?” he asked. Farrin opened her eyes and looked at Van. He had a serious expression on his face, one she chose to interpret as reinforcement. “You’re in charge. Please finger my pussy.” She watched him openly, wondering what his reply would be. With Lyle’s lips still attached to her nipple, she so wanted the release that had been building all evening. “Not yet. Come for me this way.” His hand turned and cupped her crotch. “You’re hot to the touch, Farrin. I can feel your heat through the cloth.” “I’m so close,” she said, not caring she was pushing Lyle’s mouth harder against her breast and leaning into Van’s palm. He moved his fingers against her pussy only a few times, and she came. Lightening her grip on Lyle, he continued to lick and suck her, his touch a mere caress. “Thank you,” she managed and let Van tuck a hand under her buttocks and behind her back. Letting her weight fall against his chest, he turned and walked the few steps to the lounge area. He placed her down lightly and again retrieved their drinks. Lyle sipped from Van’s glass as they all garnered their breath. “Well, now that we’ve gotten the first one out of the way, shall we begin?” Van rubbed his palms together with a sly smile on his lips. “Anything,” she managed to whisper. Lyle seconded her words. “Farrin, stand up and turn your back to me.” She did as he asked, presenting her wrists behind her. His large fingers undid the knotted cord tied at her waist and used it to bind her wrists. His mouth was

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lightly kissing her neck, one hand holding her bonds, the other slipping around her body, moving the material over her belly and hips. The slight movement against her bare skin gave her a chill. Soon both men would know what she did. It never entered her mind not to trust these men. In the last months, she’d come to know them as individuals and as friends. She trusted them with her career, why not her sex life? While she would never have accepted this from any man in her past, this felt right inside. It was an experience she wanted to feel. “Farrin,” Van said, his fingers now rubbing directly over her junction. “What have you done, girl?” He continued to palm her, pushing harder. “Lyle, are you aware of our girl’s secret?” “No.” His answer was quick, and he leaned closer to her body. “What did she do?” The men bantered back and forth a bit, but she didn’t care. His fingers still massaged her. With her body resting against Van’s chest, his other hand rose to pinch her exposed nipple. She groaned with pleasure before she could pull it back. Van straightened behind her and held her at the waist until she steadied. “Let us see,” he motioned Lyle to stand beside him. Lifting the hem of her slip, he exposed her bald pussy to their view. Farrin knew her body heated with embarrassment, and it made her hot. “You’re bare, Farrin. You shaved off your beautiful pussy curls.” “Don’t you like it?” she asked, suddenly unsure of her impulsive decision. “I didn’t say that, but you neglected to get my permission.” He used his other hand to rub his index finger between her pussy lips. When he pulled it away, he wiped her moisture on her lips. Her tongue swept at it, savoring her own taste. Maintaining character, he again asked, “Did you forget to ask permission or did you do this on purpose?”

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“I did it on purpose,” she answered, holding his gaze. “How will you punish me?” She tried to hold back her smile, but it tugged at the corners of her mouth. “Lyle, what do you think? How should we punish her?” “You choose, just let me lick her before you start.” Lyle walked to the lounge chair and sat, leaning forward. Van gently directed her toward his waiting tongue. She stood tall, and gave Lyle full access to her wet pussy. “Man, she is so hot and wet,” he said between licks. “Suck on her clit until she comes,” Van told him, taking her breast in his hand and rolling her nipple between his fingers. She groaned in approval and let her head drop back on her shoulders. Farrin let her body take over and enjoy their touch. Just when she was about to orgasm, Van spoke, stopping the wonderful sensations. “How wet is she, Lyle?” “She’s almost liquid,” he answered. “Then lie back,” Van directed. Lyle gave her pussy one last long lick before he sat back, shifting to get his hands in a better position before lying back. “Straddle him, Farrin. Let him fuck your pussy.” Van fisted Lyle’s cock a few times, spreading the silky boxers to expose his genitals. He picked up a condom from the table top and unrolled it over Lyle. She did as he told her, not stopping her descent onto Lyle’s cock, now hard after licking her. Van moved behind them, and without warning, started to spank her butt. “Next time you want to make a change like that, you’ll ask for permission.” His hand contacted with her buttocks, the slaps and taps making her grind harder on Lyle. “No,” she said, knowing where her answer would lead. “It’s my body. If I want my pussy bare, I’ll shave it.” “But it’s my pussy now, mine to control, don’t forget that.” He spanked her a few times more. “I should spank you until your cherry red, then you’ll remember to consult me.”

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“Or me, I have a say in this, too,” Lyle chimed in. “Just suck my tit, Lyle,” she told him boldly. He latched on and sucked her nipple, the ripples making their way through her body to his. With each continued spank of her butt, Lyle thrust upward. Just when she began to wonder if taunting Van was a good idea, he moved away. “Stand up,” he helped her to rise, still straddling the lounge and Lyle. It was an awkward position, but she didn’t move. Behind her, she felt Van, his hands on her thighs. He kissed each hip, thigh, and cheek, mumbling about the glow of her skin. He lightly pushed her forward, bending her at the waist. It left her in an awkward, vulnerable position. Farrin drew a breath and realized the picture they made. Lyle lay almost naked under her, his hands still bound behind his back. His cock was stiff, straining through the silk material. She was standing over him, her legs spread wide, bent forward at the waist. Her hands were bound behind her too, her chemise still baring one breast. Van was behind her, and lowered himself. He began to lick her exposed pussy and ass. His tongue bathed her, taking her essence and swiping in further up, moistening her from front to back. “You’re hot, Farrin. Your pussy is dripping with heat. Did you play with yourself this afternoon before coming here?” She didn’t answer, and he tapped at her buttocks, reinforcing the sting. “Did you masturbate before you came here?” “Yes, I did, and it was wonderful. I made myself come.” “How?” “What?” She half turned to look at him. “Tell us how you got off. What made you come?” “I…” “Go ahead, Farrin, we both know you did it. Tell us how.” “Fine,” she said, with an exasperated breath. She hadn’t thought this might come up, wasn’t prepared to tell them. Van’s palms grabbed her hips, spreading her cheeks wider. His tongue slid between her cheeks, just missing the touch to her anus she needed.

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“Tell us, or I won’t let you come.” “I didn’t start out to play with myself. I was slathering lotion on myself, and I knew I was horny. I let my finger dip down and rub my lips. They were wet, so I sucked my finger.” She paused, but Lyle prompted her to continue. “Were you lying on your back or sitting on the bed?” “Lying on my bed. After a while, my finger wasn’t big enough, so I sucked on my dildo and pushed it in my pussy.” “Did you work it in and out? Did you picture you were sucking Van’s cock?” Lyle asked. “Yes, for a while, but it wasn’t enough.” “What else did you do?” “I left it in place and…” “Go on, Farrin, tell us how you fucked yourself until you came all over your bald pussy.” Van continued to take long licks of her pussy and ass. His fingers pinched her stinging skin, reminding her of his spanking. “I left the dildo in my pussy and sucked on my finger. When it was wet, I pushed it in my ass and fingered it while the dildo was still shoved deep in my pussy. That’s how I came, my other hand pinching my nipple.” “Now, was that so hard to admit?” Van asked. She felt him move away, felt the difference in temperature behind her. She heard the familiar tearing of the condom package and hoped he’d fuck her. “That is such a hot image,” Lyle said. “I can picture you pinching your tit, a big dildo peaking from your hairless pussy lips, and your finger in your ass, pumping in and out. Did your body quake when you came?” “Yes, and I drifted off to sleep until the alarm woke me.” “But you took the toy out, right?” “No, I left it in. When I took it out after my nap, I sucked my own juices off it.” Never before had Farrin been so bold and vocal. But

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under the circumstances, why not? This was a new experience for her, and she wanted it all. “You had quite an afternoon, didn’t you?” “Not as good as this. The real thing is always better.” “Sit on Lyle, Farrin, and lean forward so he can suck on your tit.” She did as he asked and slowly sunk over his cock, impaling her body around him. She felt him twitch inside her as she moved to put him in just the right spot. Van moved behind her and braced his hand on her shoulder. With his other hand, he wiped his cock against her pussy, sliding against Lyle’s cock until he slid it higher. Van pushed his cock in her ass, and she braced for the ache. “Oh, God, yes, that’s what I need to come. Fuck me, Van. Fuck my ass while Lyle fucks my pussy.” She’d never been very verbal, but tonight she didn’t care. She wanted what she wanted. “I can feel the silk against my skin, front and back.” “How does it feel?” “Decadent,” she said after hesitating to find the right word. “It slides against my bare pussy and yours are brushing against my ass. It’s soft, and your cocks are so hard.” He began to thrust in earnest, the men matching their strokes. Lyle sucked her nipple, and Van lightly spanked her ass cheeks. “You should see my cock going in and out of your ass. You’re spread wide, wanting more.” “Yes, more,” she managed, lost in the push-pull actions her body craved. She felt Lyle come, his grunt loud. His cock surged inside her, and she felt him relax under her, although he continued to suckle her tit. “Van,” she said, and he gripped her hips harder. Her climax came in a flash, with pinpoint lights on the inside of her closed eye lids. It was like a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes as her body sucked Van’s cock deeper in her ass. She felt Van tense and come, her pussy tightening, triggering her release. They stayed in that position only a few moments before Van moved from behind her. He helped her to

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rise, using the cording holding her wrists tight to steady her. He untied the cord and handed her a glass. Before he moved away, he paused to suckle her exposed nipple for just a second before sliding the strap of her slip back on her shoulder. She stood, sated and somewhat embarrassed, watching him dispose of the used protection in a wastebasket beside the bar. Then he went and helped Lyle to rise. He untied his hands and tugged off the used condom that had penetrated her pussy to perfection. Van handed Lyle a glass and took the third one for himself. He took a sip and declared they needed fresh drinks. It was all so normal she started to smile, laughing openly after catching Lyle’s glance. “Let’s relax and recuperate a bit,” Van said, pulling out a chair at the table for her. She sat lightly, not putting too much weight on her stinging ass. “Are you hungry? Should we eat before the alcohol goes to our heads?” “I’m starved,” Lyle answered. “As long as I get seconds later.” “Of course, we haven’t even used the blindfolds yet.” His smile let her know he had a plan, and she decided to follow along. So far, she wasn’t disappointed. “Food then sex,” she chimed in. **** It was all so normal, it was surreal. Here she was, just thoroughly fucked and sucked by these two men, and they were discussing an upcoming project. Van stood beside the BBQ, turning pieces of marinated chicken as it cooked. She helped set the table and dressed the salad under Van’s direction. Her appetite had never been so voracious. The food tasted wonderful, and she helped herself to seconds. With her belly full, it would be easy to drift off to sleep on one of the cushioned lounge chairs.

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“Is the night over, or are we having seconds?” Lyle asked, a grin on his lips. “Farrin, where’s your head at, are you still horny?” “Actually, yes, I am. I shouldn’t be. You two made me come more tonight than ever.” “Don’t forget your afternoon of self delight,” Lyle added. He rose and reached for her hand. “Let’s take a quick swim and see what happens.” She walked with him to the poolside, glancing back to Van. He nodded and rose to join them. Lyle stripped off his boxers and dove under the water. Van stood behind her and dropped the straps of her slip, helping it to slide past her hips and to the ground. She too dove into the cool water, letting out an involuntary holler at its temperature when she rose for air. “Van, are you going to join us?” She floated on her back, the tips of her breasts puckering as they crested the water line. She watched as he dropped his boxers and licked her lips at the idea of sucking him again. He dove under and made large waves in the pool, unsteadying her and Lyle. **** Van wound up with the blindfold on, her and Lyle taking turns stroking and licking his body. He was sprawled on the pool deck, his legs spread wide. They shared his cock and balls, alternately sucking both. Her tongue tangled with Lyle’s and Van’s cock. Both their hands roamed Van’s body, pinching and tweaking his nipples. “Lyle, I want to fuck him,” she said and leaned to capture Lyle’s cock in her hand. Pumping it several times, they shared a knowing grin. He helped her to rise and lavished Van’s cock with his mouth before slipping the condom over him. Farrin lowered herself over Van and slowly let his erection fill her pussy, one inch at a time. She nodded to Lyle who came and stood beside her. She captured his erection with her hand and guided it between her lips. With each

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upward move of her body, she slid her teeth against Lyle’s cock, loving the surge it created. She continued, knowing she was servicing herself first, then Van and Lyle. Neither was complaining. “I’m close,” Lyle whispered. “Then come for me,” she told him and sucked him down her throat in earnest. The harder she pulled, the more he surged. He released his load with a loud groan then dropped to his knees and kissed her mouth. She was still straddling Van, who used his hands on her breasts to steady her movements. He slid one hand down to her pussy, his thumb circling her clit. “Come for me, Farrin, I’m close to coming.” “Don’t stop rubbing me,” she managed with irregular breaths. “Van, I’m so close.” Lyle moved behind her and grasped her hips, holding her against Van as she ground against his fingers and cock. She came when she felt Van surge in her pussy. He relaxed under her, and Lyle moved to massage her shoulders. When her breath was controlled, Lyle helped her to stand and then reached down to help Van. “I think we all earned a drink, anyone else interested?” “No more alcohol. I’d love a cup of coffee if it isn’t too much trouble.” “Van, is the pot set up?” “Ready as ever. Just push the button.” “I’ll be right back,” he said, disappearing into the house. Farrin dove under the water and swam a few laps to loosen her tired muscles before using the outdoor shower to rinse the chlorine from her hair and skin. Lyle met her with a fluffy pool robe and draped it over her shoulders. Van ducked under the shower and tucked a towel around his waist. With hot cups of coffee in front of each of them, they resumed their conversation, this one about the impending baseball season. She changed into the clothes she tucked in her carryall and ran a comb through her wet hair while they finished their coffee. She had

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no qualms about leaving, knowing spending the night wasn’t an option. When she was put together, she draped the silk cord around Van’s neck, pausing to press a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you for an interesting evening.” “You’re welcome.” Then she walked to Lyle and gave him the same kiss and thanks. “Do you want me to drive you home?” he inquired. “No, thanks. I’m fine. You two enjoy the rest of your weekend. I’m going to sleep mine away.” Farrin felt an air of authority and power as she walked to her truck and drove home. This was the most erotic night she’d ever had, would do it again, in any form, but she knew not to expect it permanently. The truth was she was enjoying the freedom. Her career was on track. She liked her condo and was beyond sexually satisfied. What more could a gal ask for? Once home, she stripped off her clothes and dove under the covers, letting sleep overtake her. Punching her pillow into position, she understood what would unfold naturally, no sense worrying about it now. She had two men she liked, trusted, and who fucked her with abandon. Farrin decided her move to Florida was productive in many ways.

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Chapter Fifteen The last few weeks had been wonderful from Van’s perspective. Work was picking up, and his personal life was beyond productive. While he’d purposely stayed away from forming relationships in the past years, Farrin had slipped in under his radar. Probably because she didn’t ask for anything except his sexual attentions. And only when he seemed so inclined to offer. Any call he received from her was always business related, and she didn’t hedge about his personal life. Most often, he was the one to orchestrate their private meetings. Even Lyle had noted a change in her attitude. She was becoming comfortable with both of them, openly joking and teasing when appropriate. During work hours, she remained professional. Van was enjoying his lifestyle. What more could a man ask for? The answer his mind supplied surprised him. Permanence. It was a word he always shied away from. Once a person got too close, he cut them loose, not wanting the entanglements relationships brought. He didn’t mind sharing Farrin with Lyle and knew they occasional met for a quick rendezvous. He was never jealous of Lyle, even with her, for he understood the relationship between them was playful, not a serious love attraction. Only now, with Farrin, he was the one who wanted more. Wanted to know he had her full attention, beyond sex. Worse yet, he wanted her to be with him. He wandered out onto the patio and gazed at his property. It was a stunning house with magnificent water views. The patios and pool only enhanced the living area. His boat had become just a possession. The thrill of escaping to the open waters for the day wasn’t as fulfilling as it used to be. Now, if Farrin were on board with him, he

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might feel different. In the past, he’d never taken any woman out on it. Even Lyle had only joined him for a few quick trips around the area. The nagging split in his brain was becoming more than he wanted to handle on a daily basis. And for some unknown reason, that lousy cottage in the Florida Keys had gotten stuck in his mind. When he thought about it, he visualized Farrin living there with him, full time. Yes, Lyle would be a part of their circle, but he knew Lyle needed the chase to be happy. While he always came back to Van, Lyle was a dreamer who went after every conquest, male or female, at his whim. They never meant anything important. It was the thrill of the chase. Pulling himself from the daydream, he checked his watch. He had just enough time to meet Lyle for their planned supper. A quick shower and he was on his way. Lyle was at the bar with a strange expression on his face. “Hi,” he said, sliding onto the barstool next to him, pointing to Lyle’s beer and nodding to the bartender. “What’s up, you look like….Well I’m not sure, but something’s wrong.” Lyle didn’t turn to him, rather kept his look at a particular table in the restaurant, one near the back wall. Van realized it was Farrin’s back he was seeing, along with an older man and woman beside her. They seemed very serious, Farrin’s posture ram rod straight. “Her parents showed up today, unannounced and uninvited.” “And?” Van asked, prompting him to continue. He nodded to the bartender as his beer was placed in front of him. “Lyle, what’s going on?” “They’re here to talk her into going back to New Jersey with them.” “What? Didn’t her ex-husband and stepsister get together? Why would she go back only to be reminded of that each day?” “I don’t know, Van. All I know is she was stupefied when they showed up at the shop this afternoon. Right there, in the middle of her

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work place, they started berating her about running away and it was time to come home to the family.” Lyle shook his head in disgust. “What was her reaction?” “What do you think? She was stunned, embarrassed, and kept asking them to quiet down. Her mother is a piece of work. Right in front of customers, she made a point of telling Farrin if she’d been a better wife, her husband might not have had the affair. That’s when I interceded and gave her the rest of the afternoon off. I told her to use our reservation here tonight. I figured I could keep an eye on her if the meeting went down the tubes.” “Do you think she’s ready to go back?” “I hope not, Van. For the first time today, I had to admit to myself she was more than a casual fling. I have feelings for her, probably as intense as yours.” Van sipped his beer, taking in all the information and trying not to let his facial expression give way to his inner turmoil. “I’ll admit I like the way our threesome has worked out, both out of the office and in. Hell, she’s got an innate sense of style. I doubt we’d have sold so many condos and homes without her touch.” “And?” Lyle prompted. “And…I’ll admit I’m smitten with her.” “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Me too, and now they want her to go back and forgive and forget.” “She’s an adult. We’ll have to let her make her own decisions about her future.” Van squirmed in his seat. “You got any ideas how to persuade her to stay?” “To stay or to stay with us?” The men stared at each other. “Well, we have to decide before we campaign for her to stay here, is it with us or just for the job?” “Why couldn’t it just go on as it was?” Van didn’t let on to Lyle he’d had these same thoughts earlier in the day. “I’d like her to stay and be a part of us, but that would include your participation. Do you want her or do you want to move on?”

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“I’ve been comfortable with the relationship the three of us have had these last six months. I’m not anxious for anything to change, in the workplace or outside.” “I’ll give up Nina, no question, if you think it will keep her with us.” “Let’s just calm down and see what unfolds.” Van sipped from his beer and straightened in his seat. “They’re heading toward us. Chill out and be nice.” The men watched Farrin and her family approach. He immediately didn’t like the man’s look. ‘Slick and slime’ came to Van’s mind instantly when he saw his false tan and overly white capped teeth. Her mother was dressed immaculately with too much jewelry and teased hair. She also walked with her nose in the air, as if the whole state was beneath her. “Farrin,” he called, standing and moving toward the group. “Hello, I’m Van Hildrith,” he said extending his hand to shake the other man’s. He watched Farrin for any sign and saw only discomfort. “Hi, Van, this is my mother, Dolores, and her husband, Frank. They flew down to surprise me today.” Her tone was flat. His hand was grabbed by Frank and pumped too hard and too long. Dolores seemed to sniff the air around them and decided he didn’t meet her criteria for conversation. “Have you been to Miami before? It’s a wonderful place to live.” “I wouldn’t be here now if my daughter wasn’t so hard headed.” Dolores again looked around the restaurant, as if deciding it wasn’t up to her standard. “Mom, we’ve had this conversation many times. We don’t need to have it again with my boss.” “Boss, well then this is the perfect opportunity. Do us all a favor and fire her. She can collect unemployment and move home.” “I’m sorry to disappoint you, Dolores, but Farrin is a valuable employee. I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize her place in the company.”

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“That’s not very helpful, Van, is it?” Frank said. “You see, there was a little misunderstanding between the sisters, and we’d like to have the family together again. Heal the old wounds, start fresh and all that.” “I can understand you wanting to have your family intact, but I also realize Farrin is an adult, and her opinion is the one that matters here.” “This is not a discussion Van needs to hear, especially since I’ve made my decision. Van, nice to see you. I’ll be at the office on Monday, as usual, ready to work.” She gave him an eye roll, and he had to hold back a smile. “We’ll all look forward to seeing you then. Enjoy your weekend in Miami,” he told Frank, for Dolores had already dismissed him with a wave of her hand. “Not if I have anything to say about it,” Dolores added, leaving the group. Frank turned to Farrin and added in a not-so-hushed tone, “If you don’t come home, you’ll make life hell for the rest of us.” “Maybe your daughter should have thought of that before she slept with my husband and had his child.” She let out a deep, shuttering breath as Frank rushed toward the door. “Sorry about that. I guess our weekend plans are shot.” She looked disappointed. “We’ll try again next week,” he said, holding her gaze. “Do you really want to go home, Farrin?” “No, this is my home now, here in Miami and with you and Lyle. This is where I belong.” Van slid his arm around her shoulder and drew her close. His lips met her forehead in a light kiss. “You stand up for yourself, girl. Lyle and I both want you here. Don’t second guess that.” “Thanks, I’ve got to go. Keeping them waiting will only make Mother madder. I’ll see you Monday.” “Call if you need anything, like moral support or a place to stay while they’re here.” She gave him a cryptic smile and slowly left the

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restaurant. Van headed back to the bar where Lyle had watched the interaction. “Wow, what a bitch,” Van said, drinking his beer. “And the stepfather….” “They were polite to you tonight. In the shop today, they didn’t care what they said or who heard. I think they did it especially to embarrass her.” “What do we do?” “I suppose we wait until Monday and reinforce how much she means to us. To both of us.” Lyle sat back on his barstool and watched Van. “I suppose you’re right.” “You know what that means, Van?” “Yeah, I do, and I haven’t run screaming from the room yet. That should account for something.” “It’s a first I’ve witnessed. So I guess the time has come. Where do we stand, and what do we want for our futures?” “If you asked me that a few months ago, I would have said no attachments. But, between you and me, bud, I guess it’s about time for attachments and relationships. It just took finding the right woman to make me accept it.” “Me too. Can we share her, or do you just get her?” “I suppose that’s ultimately her decision, isn’t it? I like our threeway partnership, at work and in bed. I’m not looking to make any changes.” “I’ll drink to that,” Lyle tapped his bottle against Van’s. “I guess this means we’re growing up and becoming responsible adults.” “It was bound to happen sooner or later. I can see the long term with Farrin, and it scares the hell out of me, can you?” “Yes, I fell for her the first time I spoke with her on the telephone, and when I met her in person, well, love superseded lust for the first time in my life.”

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Van dropped his arm around Lyle’s shoulders. “My young apprentice is grown up.” “Sucks don’t it, though? Why does everything have to change just when it was going so smoothly?” “Yeah, I agree it sucks, but we all knew it would happen at some point. Now we just have to figure out how to keep her with us.” “I’ll drink to that.”

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Chapter Sixteen Van and Lyle experienced strange weekends. When they met up Sunday afternoon, Lyle was solemn and antsy. Van had spent Saturday on the boat touring the area. In the past, just the freedom and smell of the salt air would revive him. It hadn’t. Instead, he found the boat ride was boring. It seemed like a lot of work for a few hours of fun when he was tying her off and washing her down. Sunday he spent on the patio lounging, the newspaper scattered around him in sections but still unread. They sat beside each other, watching the water and other boats going past. “This sucks. I want to storm over there and tell her parents to go to hell, or back to New Jersey.” Lyle kept his gaze ahead, not looking to Van. “I’ve had similar thoughts, but I think we have to give her this space.” “Still sucks.” “You want a drink?” “No. See, I can’t even enjoy a Sunday afternoon since those people came.” Lyle let out a huffing sound. “We’ll know her decision by tomorrow morning. Just chill and wait it out. You hungry?” “I could eat but more out of angst than hunger.” Van tossed a folded towel lying near him at Lyle. “Come on, I’m sick of being here, too.” “That’s because you keep picturing her fucking us here.”

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“All right, yes. I look around and remember how she looked and tasted and how her body pulsed around my cock.” They were stoic for several seconds before Lyle let a smile creep onto his lips. “If it all blows up, at least we have great memories.” “Yeah, let’s hope we get more to savor in our old days.” Van stood and stretched to his full height. “Come on, deli or diner?” “Deli tonight. I’ll order her favorite sandwich, turkey with Swiss cheese on rye with mayo, and coleslaw. It will make me feel like she’s dining with us.” They walked through Van’s home, and Lyle waited while he locked up. “I’ll drive. I’m not drinking tonight.” **** The drive down the coastline at dark was a beautiful sight. After dropping her mother and her stepfather at the airport, much to their surprise, Farrin drove the coast road down to the Florida Keys. Even in the fading light, the old cottage gave her a static jolt. She sat on the deserted beach front, her arms wrapped around her knees, hugging them to her chest, and asked herself what she really wanted from her life, now, at this time. Situations were different than they had been at the first of the year when she moved here. In the back of her mind, she always figured she could move on or even go back to New Jersey if she hated Florida. But she didn’t. Instead, she’d fallen into her dream job with two very interesting and diverse men who lavished her with their sexual attentions. She realized this was the first time in her life she was making the decisions for herself. There were no parents whispering in her ear or husband, rather ex-husband, trying to sway her in their directions. Well, I’ve managed quite well for myself, so far. Farrin accepted that she was a responsible adult and would make choices that fit her for a change. Glancing back over her shoulder, the old cottage loomed in the darkness.

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“I could do it,” she said aloud, mentally recalculating her finances. “I could actually own this house and land and eventually make it beautiful and useful again, a sanctuary to come home to.” From that image, the decision was made. While she struggled with it the rest of the night, she knew deep in her heart, this was what she wanted to do. She’d turn the house back into a home. She’d even be able to turn the garage into an art studio. A rush of anticipation chased through her body. Farrin hadn’t painted since the situation with her husband started. The concept of having a space to drip paint on the floor and leave her canvases to dry was appealing. For a while, she’d thought her painting days were gone. She just didn’t have the enthusiasm to work at it. Yes, she still sketched for her staging job, but that was different than standing before a blank canvas and wondering what it would look like when she’d finished with it. At the time, she’d seen nothing but blankness. Her fingers itched to get to a sketch pad, the visual of her two men, her lovers intertwined with her the first idea she’d put to canvas. The idea of having the two men naked, intimately posed as she asked, moistened her pussy. The idea that she’d join them during the process made her wet. She stood and gave the site one last, longing look before she drove home at leisurely pace, one hand on the wheel, the other dropped in her lap, stroking her clit through her shorts. At home, she sprayed each room with deodorant to clear the heavy scent of her mother’s perfume. Then she slid across her bed, and moved her right hand to her clit, rubbing it lightly as she humped the covers. With her eyes closed, she pictured Van and Lyle standing naked beside her bed, close enough for her to lean up and suck their cocks. When the image continued to piqué her imagination, she rolled over and took her toys from the bedside drawer. Feeling the weight of her original dildo, she dropped it on the bed, reaching for her new purchase, a smaller, slimmer dildo she’d just bought. Farrin stripped off her clothes and crawled back on the bed. One toy she sucked on

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while she teased her clit with the other. When the first one was wet, she tucked it in her pussy, already wet and wanting. The second she sucked as she fingered her clit, pumping her hips up and down to shift the toy inside her. As her orgasm neared, she gently pushed the second in her anus. Turning on her belly, she rubbed against her fingertips, the toys moving with her body until she found the exact spot that pushed her over the edge into an orgasm that left her breathless and sweaty. A quick shower and she sat on her balcony, her wet hair air drying, her body covered only in a light robe. Her hand crossed across the sketch pad in a flurry, trying to commit her lusty ideas to paper before she forgot them. When she finished, there were four small, sketched scenarios on the page, each with her and her men in different sexual positions. Glancing out at the marina below, she again accepted this was her place in the world. Farrin now resided in Miami, Florida. This is where she would rebuild her future. **** Farrin bustled into the office Monday morning as usual. She carried a cardboard holder with three cups of coffee and several assorted Danishes. She already knew from seeing Lyle and Van’s vehicles in the parking lot they were there. She wondered if they’d thought about her over the weekend. Knowing how much they invaded her dreams and waking hours, she hoped she’d been on their minds, too. “Good morning, gentlemen. How did your weekend go?” She paused to let her carryall slide off her shoulder to the empty seat and started handing out the coffees. “Lyle, thanks for Friday off, and my apologies for the scene my mother created in your workplace.” Finally, she sat and glanced between the two men. “All right, ask what you want to know. Say what you need to say. I know they were

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rude and embarrassing, and I’m sorry. I’ve asked them never to show up here again, under any circumstances.” “Are they still here?” Van enquired, taking a tentative sip of the hot brew. “Would I be this happy if they were? No, I put them on a plane home yesterday afternoon. We decided they should spend their vacation somewhere else.” She didn’t hold back the giggle forming in her chest. “And?” Lyle asked straining forward in his seat. “What is your decision? Are you staying with us or going back?” “There was never a decision to make. I made my choices last winter when I came here. This is my home, where I live and work.” “How much guilt and grief will you get?” “Probably as much as before, but their trip reinforced my decisions were right for me. Their guilty consciences can’t rule my life.” “And they accepted this? Your mother didn’t seem so willing when I met her.” Van shifted in his seat to watch her openly. Farrin sipped from her cup and then stalled, debating which pastry she wanted, tearing the Danish in half. She took several small bits and licked her fingers clean of the white icing. “I explained to them that I’m not down here hating all of them. Yes, my husband cheated on me. Yes, my stepsister had his child. And yes, when it was all happening, I found it hard to believe my mother would side with them. ‘The baby to be considered and all…’ But I tried to make them understand that hate takes too much time and energy. I’ve come to terms with the situation on grounds I can live with. I think that pissed them off the most. In a way, they wanted to find me down here pining away for my old life. One I could never get back.” “What are your terms, Farrin?” Van shot Lyle a warning glace over his cup, but Lyle went on. “Damn it, we deserve to know if you’re staying with us.”

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“My terms are simple. I don’t hate the family. I just don’t picture myself spending a lot of time with them. I live here in Florida now. This is my home.” She paused and sipped from her cup. “And I’m hoping these last days haven’t cost me my job or my men.” There, it was out. She’d said the words. The ball was in their court. If they wanted her to stay on the job, she would. If they wanted her to stay with them, well, she hoped they did. “Your job was never in question, my dear. Only if you’d leave us and go back north.” Lyle’s grin was full. “I like our situation as it was,” Van added, shifting in his seat before standing and pacing the small office. “But,” she asked, knowing from his expression something else was brewing. “Talk to me, Van. Are you tired of our personal relationship? Because if you are, I believe I can continue to work with you and leave that side behind.” She didn’t expect his hand to hit the wall with such power. “Damn it, Farrin, that’s exactly what I don’t want. I want you in my life. I want the three of us back the way we were before your parents intruded.” For the first time since she’d known him, Van blushed. His neck and cheeks turned a deep crimson. “Thank God.” She rose and hugged him from behind. “That’s what I want, too. I was afraid they’d spoiled this for us.” Lyle stood and walked toward them, engulfing them in a bear hug. “Are we back to normal, or whatever we consider normal?” “As far as I’m concerned, we are,” Farrin reinforced. “Good, I’m not great with all this emotional stuff.” “Oh, and like I was this weekend?” Lyle gave a pronounced pout. “The two of us were like wounded dogs looking for solace.” He hesitated but went on. “Why neither of us even thought about sex, didn’t even mention it to one another. Does that tell you how upset we were?” He hugged them tighter to him.

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“My men,” she said with a deep sigh. “I suppose I should take care of your wounds.” Pulling from the hug, she moved to the office door and locked it. Then she went to Lyle’s desk and made sure the web cam was shut off. Finally, she took the phone off the hook. Plopping her weight in Lyle’s wheeled desk chair, she scooted herself around the furniture to the center of the room and sat straight. “Come here, I need my cocks.” She lifted both hands and smiled as both men stepped forward. “Drop the pants, men.” When they both stood still, she added, “Now drop them, I said.” Lyle began tugging at his belt and soon his pants were around his ankles. Van hesitated before undoing his and letting them drop. Farrin rubbed the palms of her hands together before she grasped a hard cock in each. Pumping each one, she glanced up at her men. A wicked little thought popped into her brain, and she didn’t hesitate verbalizing it. “Next time I ask you to do something, you should listen, or you’ll find your butt cheeks as red as mine were.” Van looked a bit stunned, and Lyle wore only his shirt and a grin. Dividing her time between each man’s erections, she brought them both to orgasm. Lyle came first, dropping into the seat behind him, exhausted. When Van came, he reached down and took her head between his hands, lowering his head to kiss her, full out, sharing the remnants of his load. “If you’re going to threaten us, Farrin, make sure you’re willing to go through with the threat.” He winked at her and dropped his hands, reaching down to pull up his pants. “At my whim?” she questioned. “From your hand, any time,” Lyle told her. She looked to Van and saw him hesitate. “Well talk about it after work. For now, I’ve got a work crew to get to a job site.” He hesitated, taking a few steps back into the room. His hand ruffled the top of Lyle’s head, leaving his hair disheveled. He paused beside her and wrapped his arm around her waist, tugging her close to his body. “I trust you, Farrin. Don’t abuse it.” He dropped a hard, closed-mouth

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kiss on her lips and strode to the door. He remembered to unlock it before he tried the handle. “Well,” she said. “Well, well,” Lyle added. “This is getting very interesting.” “What do you mean?” “Our alpha male just gave you permission to punish him. That’s a first, Farrin. He’s always in charge. Me, you know how far I’m willing to let you go. Van always likes to stay in charge.” “Really, what’s changed?” “You changed the dynamic.” He let out a cryptic laugh and reached for his cooling coffee. “Interesting, you just sucked me off and just the idea of you spanking me and Van has made me hard again.” “Between you and me, it made my pussy wet when he agreed.” She hesitated. “But it’s a power to be wielded carefully.” “That’s my girl.” He left his seat to take the few steps that separated them. He lowered himself to his knees and sat back on his heels. Lyle wove his fingers through her hair and kissed her with abandon. The other hand snaked up her leg and under her skirt, stroking her through her panties. “I was hoping you’d be naked under here,” he told her between kisses. “I could be,” she said and pushed herself up from the chair, using her fingers to slide the material down her thighs and letting it drop to the floor at her ankles. “There, now I’m naked under the skirt.” His grin was his answer. He started them at the beginning with long, slow kisses that made her nipples bud. His fingers moved through her hair. His other hand went back to her crotch, gently circling her clit. Farrin relaxed back in the chair and let her legs fall wide to the side. Lyle needed no verbal invitation, slipping his index finger between her moistened lips. “Oh, yes. That’s wonderful. Don’t stop.” “Not even to lick you?” “No, I want you to do both, lick my pussy while you finger me.”

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“Never ignore a lady’s wishes,” he said, grinning as his head descended between her legs. “That’s it, Lyle. Make me come, then lick me clean.” She tugged her shirt up and pulled her breasts from the bra cups. One hand sifted through his hair as he continued to service her, the other alternated between her nipples, twisting to add the extra hint of heat she need. Farrin came, pinching her own nipples while Lyle sucked her clit and fingered her pussy. It was an intense orgasm, and when her breathing calmed, she pulled his head toward her, kissing his lips and cleaning her cum from them. Lyle reached down to pump her breast, his lips closing around one just as they heard the knock on his door. “In a minute,” he yelled, pausing to lift each of her legs, taking her panties and stuffing them in his pocket. “You can have these back at the end of the day.” “You just want to know I’m naked all day,” she said, smiling as she pulled her bra back in place and tucked her shirt back in the waistband of her skirt. “This office smells like sex,” she added, using her fingers to comb back her hair. “Yeah, my favorite perfume. You all put back together?” he asked, walking toward the door. “As much as I can be, until I get your fingers or cock back inside me.” His heady smile made her laugh aloud. They paused again when someone knocked on his door a second time. “Back to reality.” “Back to reality, I’ll be in my office cleaning up messages and emails. Want to meet around noon and see where we are on the schedule?” “Yeah, that should work.” He flipped the lock on the door. “Come in,” he added, moving behind his desk, putting on his formal work expression.

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Chapter Seventeen Farrin had thought long and hard during and after her mother’s surprise visit. This was the life she wanted, found she was adjusting quite well. Now all she had to do was get up the courage to tell her men what she really wanted. Maybe it would push them away and end the situation. If it didn’t, well the possibilities would be endless. She spent two nights doing the layouts and drawings for her idea. It was a gamble, one the guy’s might shoot down. Then what would she do? She’d make her decision accordingly if and when that happened. She could always take on the project herself. It would just take longer to finish. For now, she wanted to revel in her new-found freedom of lust and need. The next morning, she texted Van and Lyle, arranging to meet them at her condo later that evening. She gave no explanations, just a request they show up. Promptly at nine, her doorbell rang. Pulling a deep breath, she checked the peephole to make sure it was her guys waiting. Farrin wasn’t sure who was more surprised, Lyle or Van, as she opened the door and ushered them into her living room. She expected to be anxious or at least nervous, but she wasn’t. It all felt right and natural. She stood in the doorway, watching them turn in circles as they took in the scene she set. The room was dark, save for the candle arrangements she’d placed in several spots. Her shades were drawn tight and dance music played low in the background. “Well, what do you think of the changes I’ve made?” She didn’t hold back the smile on her lips. She stood, trying to see the room as they would. All her furniture was pushed to the walls, leaving the

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center of the room completely open, except for a single wooden, armless chair in the middle of the room. On a nearby table were bottles of massage oil and lubricant along with several unopened condoms. Two small, wrapped packages sat beside them. “That’s quite an outfit you’re almost wearing,” Van ventured, taking in her scantily clad naked form. She wore a white bra with a demi cup, the top half of her breasts exposed, the material only covering the underneath. She had a long sleeved, translucent white shirt over it, unbuttoned. Her long pants were of the same material, showing her shaved pussy and long, toned legs. Farrin knew the look would surprise them. It was exactly what she wanted. Her hair was tossed up on her head in a mass of curls, tendrils cascading around her shoulders. Her makeup was heavily applied. “Would you like a drink?” she asked calmly, walking to the dining room and pulling a bottle of wine from its ice bucket. She filled three glasses and then handed one to each of her men. Taking the third for herself, she proposed a toast. “To new ideas and unbridled lust.” They clinked glasses and drank. She noted how Van’s gaze kept roaming over her body and the room around them. “I’d like you both to strip, here and now.” She walked to the single chair and sat, waiting and watching for their next move while sipping her wine. Lyle was the first to put his glass aside and start pulling off his clothing. Van was a bit more cautious. He finished his wine and put the glass on the table next to the wrapped packages, sitting on the sofa to toe off his shoes and tugging off his socks. By the time he stood to unbuckle his pants, Lyle was nude, his cock hard and bobbing in the cool air. “Stroke it, Lyle. Make your cock harder.” He did as asked, his right hand clasping his erection and slowly sliding it up and back. She glanced at Van who was taking his time, watching Lyle as opposed to finishing removing his clothing. “Van, do you have a problem?” she asked, making Lyle turn to stare at him, too. He never lost the rhythm of his fist on his cock.

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“Just wondering what you have in mind,” he answered, dropping his pants to the floor, revealing he wore no boxers under them. With a step, he was free of them and paused only to pull his shirt over his head, tossing it on the sofa. “There, now I’m naked, too. Am I supposed to masturbate for you, too?” “If you like,” she said with a cryptic smile. “Both of you, come and stand before me. I have a present for each of you.” When her men stood inches from her, she took a cock in each hand and continued masturbating them. “You’re both hard. I could fuck you both now.” She didn’t. Instead, she took them on a ride of need and heat, alternating pumping their cocks and sucking them down her throat. Farrin realized she liked sucking their cocks, an epiphany that kept relighting each time she touched either man. But that was because it was her idea, her initiating the act. Both men oozed precum and she lapped it up, cleaning each cock in turn, sucking them deeper. At one point, she shimmied out of the loose shirt, letting it fall from her shoulders. “I’m going to come, Farrin,” Lyle whispered, his eyes closed, his stance centered. She pulled his cock from between her lips, tightened her hand around his shaft, and directed him so his load shot on her almost bare chest. Her hand continued to pump him until he was spent. She’d continued to manipulate Van’s cock and saw his body shutter, directing his cum to land on her chest, too. She didn’t have to say anything. Both men approached and began licking their combined cum from her breasts. Lyle licked her clean while Van suckled each nipple. Farrin wrapped her hands behind each of their heads, holding them to her breasts, directing them without words until she came from their attentions. “Oh my, look what you nasty men have made me do. I came all over myself. She released their heads and stood before them sliding the elastic waist of her pants down over her hips and letting them drop to the floor. She sat back in the seat and kicked them away. Lyle lowered to his knees and began licking her pussy, cleaning her of her

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own release. Van continued to suck her nipples. Her body shuttered a second time, much lighter, but still an orgasm. “Oh my, you did it again.” Her laughter made both men pause. “Well, you’ve earned your presents,” she told them, reaching a hand to Lyle to help him stand. Van gave one last tug of her nipple before backing away. “Let’s get our wine,” she continued, as if they hadn’t just done what they did. As if both men weren’t nude in her living room or she sitting there naked except for a half bra, holding her breasts high. Handing a package to each man, she took her seat again, sipping from her glass. She did not give either man his glass. Both packages were identical, and she watched the men glance to each other. The paper was torn and tossed to the floor as they opened their presents simultaneously. Lyle let out a low yelp and pulled the butt plug from the box. Van took his but gave her a skeptical look. “Lyle, you seem more impressed with your present. You go first.” She put her glass aside and grabbed one of the bottles of lubricant. “Have you been a good boy this week?” she asked, searching his face for any clue he might not want to continue. “I’ve been a bad boy, mistress.” “Tell me how?” “I looked at another woman and thought about sucking her pussy.” He smiled widely and added, “But I didn’t. I only fantasized about doing her.” “Over my knee for your punishment.” Lyle was all too willing to lay face down over her knees. She spanked him several times with her palm before resettling him, so his filling cock was within her reach. She tugged him into place and handed Van the lube. “My hands are busy,” she said, one still lightly spanking Lyle’s butt cheeks, the other tugging on his erection from underneath. “Make sure he’s slippery,” she told Van, watching his eyes for a sign she’d crossed a line. He took a step forward, flipping open the bottle and pouring some into his palm. He spread it between his hands and moved behind Lyle.

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Van used his hands and slick palms to cover Lyle’s cock and testicles with the lube. Then he dripped more of it from the bottle directly onto his anus, using his fingers to cover the area. “All the way, Van. Make Lyle comfortable.” “Yes, ma’am,” he answered, using his fingertip to push the lube inside Lyle. “That’s right. Make him slick enough to accept my gift.” She continued to tug on Lyle’s cock and used her free hand to spank his cheeks. “Use your finger as if it were a cock, Van. Push deeper.” She noted his neck and face became covered with a crimson blush, but he didn’t stop. Instead, he fingered Lyle’s ass with the lube. All the while, Lyle was squirming over her lap, pushing his butt higher in the air to accept Van’s penetration. “Give me your toy, Lyle.” He handed it to her and glanced up at her face. She noted the glowing smile on his lips and didn’t refrain from giving him several more taps before she slid the plug in his ass. “That’s wonderful, Farrin. I mean, ma’am.” “Your cock just got fuller, Lyle. Stand and stroke it while I take care of Van. She said no other words, only looked at Van and nodded to her lap. He moved before her and assumed the position Lyle had. He received the same treatment. His buttocks were spanked until they glowed a soft red. “Have you ever been spanked before, Van, or are you always the spanker?” “I’m in charge,” he said, allowing her to continue. “Not right now,” she told him and motioned for Lyle to move behind Van. Without prompting, he took the lube and made a process of slathering it on Van’s anus. He didn’t need any direction to use more and slide his finger inside his friend’s anus. “Van, give me your toy.” He handed it up to her without meeting her gaze. Farrin held back a smile as Van involuntarily let out a groan as she pushed the plug deep inside him. Dropping one hand under him,

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she noted his cock was now full again, too. She gave him several more spanks, knowing the toy would shift inside him. “That’s a good start,” Farrin told him and helped him to stand. Both men waited for her next direction. “I think we should rest a bit. Lyle, why not refill our glasses?” She watched his awkward walk to the table and held back her laugh. “Van, go and help him.” He too made the awkward walk with the toy in his ass, but he did do it. To her, that was the greatest gift. He was following her directions, without question. So far, her fantasy had gone as planned. When the men returned, she made them stand before her as they drank the wine. When their glasses were empty, she said, “I’d like you both to fuck me, but leave your toys in.” She stood and motioned for Lyle to sit on the chair and then handed each man a condom, watching as they tore open the packages and sheathed themselves. She straddled Lyle, facing him, and lowered her wet pussy over his erection, inch by inch, until she was fully seated on him. She squirmed over him, and he sighed. “That’s wonderful, ma’am. May I suck your tits?” “Yes, but only because you asked nicely. Gather them in your hands and suck both nipples at the same time. Van, I want you in my ass, now.” “Yes, ma’am.” He stepped behind her and lowered his body to his knees. Using his fingers and tongue, he bathed her anus until it was wet and stood behind her. “Don’t take out the toy,” she reminded him, and watched him squirm to retain the toy. “Now, come fuck my ass and make me come.” When he hesitated, she said it again. “Van, come fuck my ass, now.” Her tone seemed to surprise him, and he moved in place, using his hand to direct his cock to her opening. “I’m waiting, Van. Don’t make me punish you in front of Lyle, or is that what you want?” He had no verbal answer. Instead, he moved directly behind her and grabbed her hips. He held her tight against Lyle’s cock in her

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pussy and guided his cock in her ass. It was tight, and Farrin understood this was the best part of her time with her men. She liked to be double fucked by them, liked the fullness and feel of each of them moving inside her body. Lyle still held her tits together, sucking her nipples and pinching her breasts. She let her head drop forward, pushing her breasts harder into his palms. “Van, fuck me and spank me. I want to know if you and Lyle can feel the spanks.” He did as he was asked, spanking her ass cheeks on each outward pull, releasing her on each inward thrust. It seemed to go on forever. She was lost in a world of fucking, sucking, and spanking. “I’m going to come, Farrin,” Lyle whispered as he bit her nipple harder. The pressure shot right to her clit and she came, clasping each man’s cock tighter in her body. She felt Lyle spasm several times and loosen his grip on her. Van stood taller and used his cock in her ass to take his release. His palms continued to contact with her ass cheeks. He came with a loud grunt, her skin pinched between his fingers. When he finally took a step back, she relaxed on Lyle’s lap, nuzzling his neck with her lips. Van reached his hands to her shoulders and guided her to stand. She leaned back against his body while her breath returned to normal. “Is that what you had in mind?” Van asked with an impish grin. “Yes, but I did want to feel your cum dripping from my holes, both of them.” “That could be arranged,” he told her, but she gave him a wry smile. “I’m not in the market for pregnancy right now, thank you. You’ll both have to continue using the condoms, and I’ll imagine what it would feel like and look like to have your cum dripping from my holes, running down my thighs.” “I need a glass of wine.” Lyle did his strange bunny hop walk to the table where the wine waited. “I assume you want us to leave these in?” He gave her a wicked smile and she nodded.

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“Yes, let’s just relax. I have something I want to show you both.” She left them alone, standing at her dining room table each with a glass of wine. She did pause to look at their reddened asses, the tips of their toys peeking through their cheeks. She paused in her bath to freshen up but didn’t redress. When she returned, she still wore only her demi-bra, her breasts high and on view, her nipples puckered. She spread out the drawings and plans she’d worked on. “What in the world is this?” Van asked, putting his glass aside and scanning the plans. That got Lyle’s attention, and he too started scanning the pages. “It was an idea I had. Just something that came to me a few nights ago.” Farrin walked behind the men and began to describe her idea for the renovation of the old cottage in the Keys they let go. The downstairs was basically a functional living, dining, and kitchen space. It was the second floor addition that got their attentions. Her hands automatically went to each of their asses, pinching, stroking, and occasionally spanking them as they looked at her plans. “It’s basically one large play room,” she began. “The master suite if you will. The bed will have to be custom made. A normal king size is six foot across. I figured we’d need nine foot across so it’s large enough for the three of us to be comfortable. Three king pillows in a row would fit nicely and should give us all some space. The platform is high enough to bend over and get fucked from behind and gives us drawers underneath to store our private toys.” She palmed each man’s butt and continued. “The bath is laid out so we each have a personal sink and toilet area to ourselves along with a closet and bureau space. The shower is more of a room, ten foot by ten foot, large enough for us all to enjoy. I’ve planned eight different heads with different heights.” “This is very interesting,” Van admitted. “I hadn’t thought of just adding a second floor to it.” “That’s because you were looking at it as a resale. I thought we could use it as a weekend getaway, a place where we could be

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ourselves without worrying about neighbors and noise. And notice I’ve not included any guest rooms, I don’t want to entertain anyone but my men when we’re there.” “I like it,” Lyle added, going on about knowing the exact place to have the linens custom made. “Why put the spa tub in the center?” Van asked. “I know it’s unusual, but since it would be new construction, running the lines shouldn’t be a problem. See how I’ve got it several steps up on a platform, all the better to position my men to service me.” She laughed and gently pushed both men forward until their chests laid on the table top. Farrin started working their toys in and out of their butts, talking about the renovation as she saw it. “Keep doing that and I’ll come all over the plans,” Lyle told her. “But keep doing it anyway.” She did continue fucking each man’s ass with their toys until they both shot their loads. That was when she pulled the toys completely out. “I think we could all use a shower and then some food.” “Is our night over?” Van asked. “That depends on what you can come up with after we eat.” She gave them a grin and grabbed one of their hands, drawing them to follow her to her master bath. “It’s definitely tiny, hence the large shower at the cottage, but we can work this out for now.” Farrin turned on the taps and stepped under the warm spray. “Either of you want to join me, maybe wash something of mine, or yours?” Both men stepped into the small tub and managed to clean themselves and her without falling out. “Definitely need a bigger shower,” Van told her as he toweled the moisture from his hair and chest. “And a bigger bed would be nice. We could all sleep comfortably,” Lyle added. “Let’s grab a sandwich, and we can talk about the plans.” She didn’t let on she was nervous about the concept of the three of them

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Chapter Eighteen They spent the next Saturday in the Keys surveying the cottage and the renovations that would need to be made. It was decided the plan was workable, but Van was antsy all day. Even Lyle asked if he was okay at one point. During the hottest part of the afternoon, he corralled them to the remnants of the kitchen area. After a leisurely lunch from the cooler Farrin had packed, he seemed ready to open up about what was bothering him. “Guy’s, we need to talk,” Van started. “That sounds a bit ominous,” Farrin said, boosting herself up on the makeshift counter, ready to listen to him. “Talk to us, Van. Are you having second thoughts about this project?” His cell phone rang, and he excused himself to answer it. Farrin noted the dejected look on his face when he returned to them. “Well, that just sucks,” he said, reaching for the last of his beer. “What sucks, besides us?” Lyle asked, standing tall as he shot him a look. “Van, what’s wrong?” “That was the realtor. My bid wasn’t accepted. The house was sold during the week.” He sighed with disappointment. Farrin noted his eyes filled with tears, but he didn’t let them fall down his cheeks. Turning his back to them, he took several minutes to compose himself. She realized it was the first time she’d seen him show emotions, beyond pleasure. Quite an interesting man in many ways, she decided. “Man that does suck,” Lyle said in a soothing voice. “Well, if not this place, we’ll just have to look for a place we all like that is

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available. We’ll hold the plans and build it somewhere. I promise, Farrin, we’ll find another location.” “That’s enough, the two of you.” Farrin jumped down from the counter and stood to her full height, using her work tone. “As I was trying to tell you before we were interrupted,” she hesitated and looked at both her lovers. “Oh, hell, I bought the place. I was going to surprise you with it. That’s when I came up with the plans. I wanted to get your reactions before I told you I bought this monstrosity. That’s why I brought you here today, to tell you I bought it.” “You bought it? I thought I was supposed to buy it for us.” Van looked put out and cranky. “Can’t it be our house?” She was quiet for a long time, and dead silence with lots of looking at each other finally ended when she continued, “Look, I figured we’d share the renovation ideas, then we all have a say in the final layout.” “But you said this was too far away to be convenient for your work. What changed your mind?” Van inquired. “You did. I saw the way you looked at the old place, especially the yard and land. I came back last week and took a second look. I realized I loved the place and wanted some permanence in my life. I tried to see it through your perspective, but I still wanted it, wanted to live here, even if it’s just part-time for now.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” Lyle sounded annoyed. “Because I wasn’t sure I’d get it. I didn’t want to disappoint both of you.” “It’s still the same distance from Miami, still far from work. What changed your mind?” Van mused aloud. “It’s a good investment, and I’m not getting younger. I’d like a place to retire to eventually. This seemed like a good start.” “It did?” “Yeah, I walked the lot, figured where we could put a cabana and pool along with a pier. And privacy won’t be an issue. The survey lines are well into the wooded space on either side.”

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“Can you get here by boat from your house?” Farrin asked. “Yeah, it will take a few hours, but once we’re here…” “Once we’re here,” Farrin echoed. “We’ll be able to relax. It makes sense to use the boat down here, more places to see and a lot less boat traffic. Plus, there is a lot of privacy.” He gave them a sly grin. “What did you picture when you were here, Van?” Farrin moved closer and let her palm rest on his crotch. “Tell us, what did you picture? Was it me sucking you and Lyle, or maybe both of us doing you?” “I did picture that, along with a few other ways to get us in trouble.” He winked and smiled. “Are you really sure you can swing the mortgage and the renovations?” “Yes, I can. I’m very frugal and used my divorce settlement as the bulk of the purchase. I’ve been approved for a small mortgage that will include the renovation costs.” She looked at each man. “What, did I stomp on your egos, or do you hate it?” “I was disappointed that I couldn’t buy it. I wanted to have a place to retire to also.” Van admitted “So nothing’s changed. We’ll renovate to fit our needs without thinking about resale values.” “I’m game,” Lyle said, moving beside Farrin, his hand covering hers, putting more pressure against Van’s erection. “I’m horny,” she said, pulling her hand from his crotch. “I want to swim in the ocean and get laid on the beach.” She pulled her T-shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. Her shorts slid to the floor and she stepped out of them. Both men watched as she stripped. “Nice undies,” Lyle said, as he lowered the zipper on his shorts and let them drop. “Thanks, I figure we better stay somewhat covered until we figure out just who’s around.” She left the men standing in the kitchen and ran to the ocean. She yelped as she dashed into the cool water, splashing in the ocean.

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**** “You okay with this decision, Lyle?” Van asked as he dropped his shorts. “I’m good, as long as I get to be a part of it, long term.” “You’ve been long term since we met years ago. You know that. What, do you need reinforcement of our situation? I thought we had that all established.” “Yeah, I know, but it’s nice to hear it once in a while.” Van watched him all but skip to the waterfront. Van heard them laughing and playing in the ocean. He’d assumed when Farrin spoke about the place, she meant for him to purchase it for them. He never realized she would take the responsibility. This was another side to this woman he was finally acknowledging he cared about. Tossing his shirt on top of the pile of discarded clothing, he sauntered out to meet them.

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Chapter Nineteen Farrin waited at the bar in her favorite restaurant for Van and Lyle to join her. They were celebrating the completion of another staging job that had sold within days of the first open house. They ate here often and she liked the ambience along with the feeling of belonging. She knew the bartenders and wait staff by name now, and it felt right to hang out there. Plus, it was only a few blocks from the office and her condo, both a short walk the next day if she chose to leave her truck parked and walk home. Sipping at a glass of her favorite white wine, she again was amazed at how long it took her men to shower and dress. The bartender nodded in her direction, and she glanced in the mirror behind the bar expecting to see one or both of her men. Instead, she saw a tall, extraordinarily slim, blond-haired woman starting at her. Quickly, she searched her brain trying to recall if she was supposed to know this woman. No name or project came to mind, but there was no mistaking the angry stare coming from the stranger. She drew a breath as the woman neared, taking the empty seat next to her. Farrin was glad the bartender immediately acknowledged the woman but was taken aback at the tone of her negative answer to his drink offer. “I’m here for other reasons,” she said loudly. The woman turned to face her. Farrin continued to stare at the mirrors, hoping to be rescued by one of her guys. “So you’re the bitch that took Lyle.” The woman’s statement was loud and precise. “Excuse me?”

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“You’re Farrin, designer extraordinaire. What a joke. You’re nothing but northern trash sent south to give the family some peace and quiet.” “Have we been introduced? I don’t remember meeting you.” Farrin sat straighter in her seat, feeling the anxiety fill her. “I know about you,” the other woman hissed at her. “You failed at your marriage and wanted to start over. Don’t look so surprised. Lyle wasn’t very discrete about you or your history when you first moved here. He took pity on you and all you’ve managed to do is disrupt our relationship.” “You must be Nina.” Farrin sipped from her glass and finally turned to look directly at the older woman. “You obviously have something to say. Go ahead, I’m not intimidated by the likes of you.” “Maybe you should be. A few well placed phone calls from me and you, Lyle, and your precious Van won’t have any clients.” “Now why would you presume to ruin Lyle’s business? From what I’ve heard, you two were close friends, confidents.” Farrin didn’t like where this was going and didn’t want to make a scene. But she was through being walked on by stubborn, rude people who thought a loud voice would get them what they wanted. “Were until you came along. I want you to leave Miami, relocate or find another town and leave Lyle alone.” “Lyle is his own man. I don’t make his decisions. If you knew him at all, you’d know he makes his own choices.” “We had a nice arrangement until you came here. I don’t like it, won’t accept it.” Farrin drew a deep breath and knew the next words she spoke would reflect on her forever. If Nina hadn’t reminded her so much of her mother, she might have held her tongue. Instead, she let the words flow, aware of their consequences. “Don’t you think it’s about time you stopped playing games and just acknowledged you’re a lesbian? Think how much happier you’d be, just being yourself. Or are you

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afraid of what people will say? They’re saying it anyway. Why not be true to your own being?” Nina stood stock still, stunned, Farrin decided by the look on her face. Apparently, people didn’t confront her about her sexuality. “Why not let Lyle make his own decisions. He’s a very competent man, but I’m sure you know that. Confronting me might make you feel better, but he’s mine now, and I’ll keep him.” Before Nina could answer, Farrin realized Lyle and Van were standing just feet away. They had heard her last statement. She glanced from one man to the other and felt dread course through her veins. As Lyle moved forward, he came to stand beside her, his arm going around her shoulders. “Nina, I thought we had agreed our time together was up. Threatening Farrin won’t work. She’s much too well adjusted and confident to let you chase her away.” “But, Lyle, after all this time…” “We had fun, Nina, and I’d like to keep that friendship, but you knew months ago our sexual arrangement was over. But if you harass Farrin in any way or meddle in my business or Van’s, you won’t like the way I’ll retaliate.” Farrin decided the woman was too stunned to speak. Van came to stand on Farrin’s other side, his hand on the back of her chair. “Nina, nice to see you. I assume you were just leaving.” Lyle guided her by the arm toward the door, walking outside with her. “I’m so glad you arrived when you did.” “It looked like you were holding your own. I appreciate a woman who stands up for herself.” “Thank you, I’m not sure Lyle will be happy.” “Lyle is head over heels about you, and me. He likes our arrangement. Believe me, when he broke off with Nina, it was with deliberate thought and care. You, my dear, are our future.” “I hope so because I can’t imagine not having you two in my life.”

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“Don’t worry about it, but here’s Lyle. Ask him yourself.” She waited while the bartender placed cold beers on the bar top for the men and moved away. “I’m sorry, Farrin. I never thought she’d confront you. I figured I’d get some grief for the breakup.” “You didn’t do anything wrong. She’s just…” she searched for the right words, “used to getting her own way. This time, I won’t let her have it, so I’m the bad guy. You two are my guys now, and hell hath no fury like a woman fighting for her men.” “Her men,” Lyle said with a smile. “I like that phrase.” “So do I,” Van added. “Are we all okay here, no second thoughts, Lyle?” “About Nina, no. She’s grasping because she hasn’t found a new partner yet. Once she finds a new man to flaunt, she’ll forget about me.” “Maybe we should find her one,” Van said, musing aloud. “Maybe we should find her a man and a woman,” Lyle said, laughing at his own joke. “Really, Farrin, I think you’re the first person to make that woman speechless. Of course, no one else has the balls to tell her to come out of the closet and just be herself.” “Can her repercussions mess with your business?” “No, we talked outside, she’s calmed down. And I know a few skeletons of hers she wouldn’t want the masses of Miami to know. We’re at a stale mate. She’ll adapt.” “If you’re sure?” “I’m sure of several things. First, I’m starved for food and then your pussy. And if Van’s in the mood, I’ll use his cock, too.” Van tilted his beer bottle in acceptance, and Farrin gave them both a sly smile. “You’re in charge tonight, Lyle. What’s your desire?” “After food.” He helped her from the high stool and directed her toward the restaurant.

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They started out with both men servicing Farrin, slowly moving to Lyle servicing her and Van. His ultimate desire was to fuck her from behind while Van fucked him. In the end, they were all exhausted and sated, Nina forgotten to passion and sex. Farrin never felt so loved and completed in different directions. What more could a woman ask for? For the first time, all three of them scrunched in Lyle’s king size bed and slept through the night together. Daylight brought morning erections, and Farrin was more than eager to service them both. Even short on time, knowing customers were waiting, both men gave her their full attentions until they were confident she’d been satisfied.

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Chapter Twenty They were scheduled to take a boat ride on Sunday, just the three of them. But Farrin wanted to add something to the mix. Saturday night she invited both her men to her apartment. After a quick takeout supper, she disappeared into her bedroom and slipped on the tiny white bikini she purchased that afternoon. While it was too skimpy to wear on the beach or to the pool, on the boat she could be almost covered. When she was satisfied with the way she looked, she paused in her master bath and lit the candles set out earlier. She also started filling the tub. “Well, what do you think of my new bathing suit? I bought it for the boat trip tomorrow.” She turned side to side giving them a complete view of her body. “I like it,” Van said with a glint in his eyes. “I’ll like it more when it’s lying on the floor, and you’re completely naked.” “I think it’s a good thing you decided to keep your pussy shaved,” Lyle added. “Interesting you should mention that.” She reached a hand to each of them. “I have the tub filling, shall we?” Both men followed her without comment. Once the tub was full, she directed them to strip and settle in. Both men fit easily in the large tub, but she didn’t step in between them. Instead, she stood before them and untied the strings holding the top of her bathing suit. She let it fall to the floor and used her hands to push her breasts together, massaging them with her fingers. “I could do that for you,” Van said, reaching to her.

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“Yes, you can, but first I want something from both of you. Are you game?” “I am,” Lyle said. “I’m interested,” Van added. “Great. Since I’ve shaved, I realize how much more sensitive I am, to clothing and touch.” “And what do you want from us?” Lyle sounded excited. “I want you to be hairless, too. I want to shave your cocks.” She turned to the sink area and unfolded a towel revealing all the necessary items to shave them. “Are you still interested?” She glanced from one man to the other. “Lyle, you look more enthused at the idea. How about I start with you?” “As long as you’re careful, Farrin.” He stood and let the water and bubbles slide down his form. She slipped off her bikini bottoms and tossed them aside. “I promise to be careful. I wouldn’t want to nick you and not be able to use you.” She didn’t look at their faces again. Instead, she sat on the side of the tub and slowly snipped off the curling hairs circling Lyle’s cock, balls, and crotch area. Then she applied the shave cream and carefully shaved his entire private area. The whole time she worked on him, she kept a hand on his erection, the other using the razor. When she was done, she splashed water on him to clean off the residue and sucked him deep down her throat. “Farrin, you’ll make me come,” he said, his tone a warning. “I know. I’ve been holding you all this time, pumping you full. Come for me, Lyle,” she said, taking him back between her lips. He came quickly, and she let the last spurts of his cum spray on her naked breasts. “Relax for a bit and catch your breath.” He sat back in the warm water, a satisfied smile on his face. “That was amazing. Am I allowed to touch myself while you shave Van?” “Of course, as long as you don’t come.” She gave him a quick wink and looked to Van. “Are you game or not?”

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“Well, his cock is still intact. I suppose I can trust you.” He stood but gave her a warning stare. “I’m trusting you, Farrin. Don’t make me sorry.” “Relax, it’s in my best interest for you to like this.” As she did with Lyle, she trimmed as much hair from his crotch and balls then took the razor to him. He stood motionless, frozen with fear, she decided, as she stroked him with one hand and shaved him with the other. When she was done, she splashed water over him, too, and took him down her throat. “On your tits or down your throat?” Van asked, his legs straining against her motions. “On my breasts,” she told him, stroking him harder until he sprayed on her chest. “Now, sit and relax before you collapse,” she advised, wrapping up the shaving stuff in the towel and putting it aside. Then she stepped in the tub between them. With a hand on each of their cocks, they needed no invitation to suck her breasts clean. “You’re both so smooth,” she told them. “Wait until you feel the material of your underwear rub against your nude skin. It’s an amazing sensation.” “Just like what you feel against your nude pussy?” “Absolutely.” They lounged in the tub until the water cooled. Farrin handed each man a fluffy towel and pulled on a terry cloth robe over her nakedness. “Anybody interested in sleep?” “Later,” Lyle answered, lifting her in his arms and walking to her bed. “Van, what would you like?” He walked into the room and tossed his towel aside. “I want to see what I look like.” He moved toward her mirrored closet door and stood before it, admiring his newly shaved cock, handling it in different positions while he admired his hairless crotch. Lyle did the same, both pumping their erections. “You both look longer to me without all that hair,” Farrin told them. She left the bed and kneeled before them, letting her robe fall

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from her shoulders. Alternately, she sucked and stroked both men’s erections, continuing to tell them how much larger they appeared. “Let me try,” Lyle kneeled to take her place at Van’s cock. She moved aside and watched him suck Van deep down his throat. “You’re right, he does seem longer,” he said, pausing for only a moment. Her hand moved back to Lyle’s cock and masturbated him while he serviced Van. She dropped her free hand to her pussy and fingered her clit, using her own finger to push inside her pussy as their cocks might. “Lyle, I’m on the edge,” Van said and pulled from his lips. He stroked his own cock only a few times before letting his cum spray on Farrin’s chest and belly. Lyle did the same and both men watched as she used their cum to lubricate herself, slipping two of her fingers in her pussy. Without embarrassment, she lay back on the carpet and gathered more of their loads on her fingers, fucking herself deeper. She came with a groan, letting her hand relax, her fingers slipping from her body. “I’m starved,” Lyle said, adding, “I need food.” “You’re always hungry after you come,” Van told him. “Have to keep up my strength,” he answered. “There are pastries in the fridge, want coffee or wine with them?” Farrin asked, finally pulling herself from the relaxed position on the floor. “Coffee,” both men answered in unison. “Fine, help me up, and I’ll get dessert.” She took the hand each man offered and stood between them, seeing the reflection of them in the mirrored door. “What a crew,” she said, running her finger along her belly, making a streak in their drying cum. “Food first,” Lyle said a second time, and she laughed aloud. “That means you’ve had enough for one night, Van? Are you sexually satisfied, too?” “Try me tomorrow on the boat, but feed me now.”

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“All right, food wins over sex.” They all managed to squeeze in her bathroom and cleaned up before meeting in her kitchen for coffee and dessert. They finalized their plans for the boat ride while enjoying the sweet treats. By the time they left, she was exhausted and sated. “Not a bad life if you can get it,” she told herself as she pulled back the covers and slid between the crisp sheets. **** Farrin had been on Van’s boat several times, always for an afternoon cruise. She, Lyle, and Van would slowly cruise the area, looking at the homes and deciding what changes they would make if it were their home. She was quite aware of how he handled the boat, never drinking until they were safely home, his eye always on the boat traffic around them. During one afternoon escape, she teased they should anchor and play together for a while. Van vetoed her suggestion until they got home that afternoon. Then he took full advantage of her original idea. Today she wore her almost nonexistent white bikini and used her sheer white shirt as a cover up. She noted both men seemed to appreciate her look, Lyle prompting her to lose the shirt. Van didn’t hesitate to fondle her breast or her ass at his whim. “Where are we heading today? I don’t think I’ve seen this area before.” Van stood behind the wheel, guiding the boat at a steady pace through the soft waves. “I have a destination in mind. Do you trust me?” “Of course I do. You trusted me with a razor on you cock last night.” She gave his butt a pinch. “How does it feel, still smooth?” “And very sensitive, my cocks been hard all morning.” “Maybe I can help ease your pain,” she answered, giving him a questioning glance.

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Lyle laughed aloud at their banter. “What, he’s very specific what we do on the boat. He’s the captain. He’ll have to decide if we suck him and fuck him.” “So that’s how it works, he’s the captain and he decides?” Her voice trailed off as she began to picture different scenarios in her mind. “And what about me?” Lyle asked, breaking her thoughts. “What attention do I get?” He let a mock pout form on his lips. “Lyle, you get any attention you want, when you want it. You two go play. I have a destination in mind.” “Oh, good, we have permission to play, Farrin. What would you like to do or have done?” The pout on his lips was replaced by a wide smile. “Van, what would you like to watch?” “The water for a bit longer. We’re about twenty minutes from the place I have in mind.” “Twenty minutes to get him excited watching us. I think we should start by licking your pussy until you’re wet.” Glancing over her shoulder to Van, he nodded his consent. Lyle dropped to his knees before her and slid the bikini bottom down her legs, pausing to kiss and nip her thighs. “Farrin, leave the shirt on for a while longer. We’re still in view of other boats.” “If I must,” she teased, bracing her hand on the side railing as Lyle began to lick her pussy. His finger slipped easily inside her and she groaned with pleasure. “Add a second finger, Lyle.” Her prompting was acknowledged as he slid a second finger inside her, concentrating on suckling her clit. “That’s right, make me come, Lyle, and then lick me clean.” “Only if I can rub my cock while I do it.” His free hand dropped to his crotch, rubbing his erection through his bathing suit.

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She didn’t know how long they stayed that way. When she came, Lyle continued to lick her. “It’s my turn,” she said, then paused to look around. “Where are we? It’s so secluded here.” “I prefer seclusion to preying eyes,” Van told her, bringing the boat near the sandy shallows of the deserted stretch of sand. He dropped the anchor and then his shorts, revealing his hard on. “Does the captain get any attention?” “Of course, he gets all our attention.” “Good, Farrin, lose the shirt. I want to suck your tits while Lyle sucks my cock.” They moved quickly to accommodate his want. “Lyle, play with your cock until we get to you,” he continued, nipping at Farrin’s nipples through the small swatch of cloth still covering her breasts. “Oh, that feels wonderful, but I’d rather have your lips to my breast without the cloth.” He untied the back first, letting it hang loose and slid his hands behind her head, untying the knot at the back of her neck. The top fell away, freeing her breasts to his hands and lips. “That’s much better,” she whispered. “Van, use your hands to push them together so you can suck both nipples at the same time.” He did as she asked without question. She let her head drop back on her shoulders, watching the afternoon sky. “Van, that feels wonderful.” His hands fell from her breasts. “Farrin, why not give Lyle’s cock a bit of attention before he bursts.” “Your wish,” she teased, moving to lie on her belly beside him. She turned his hips, so she could access him while he continued to lavish Van’s cock. “He’s so smooth,” Lyle commented as they rearranged their position. “You were right. He does seem longer, fuller, and harder.” Glancing up to Van, Lyle asked, “Why haven’t we done this before?” “Never thought about it,” he said, dropping his hand to rest on Lyle’s shoulder.

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“You’re harder and longer, too,” she told Lyle, continuing to suck him and play with his testicles. “Is there any chance I could get one of these cocks in my pussy?” “Which one?” Lyle asked. “Either, both. I just want to get fucked. Van, how would you like to see us? Set the stage for us.” She gave Lyle’s cock one last pull between her lips before standing and waiting for Van’s cue. “Farrin, go and brace yourself on the chair back by the steering wheel. Lyle, you fuck her from behind.” “And what will you be doing?” she asked while they moved as he directed. “Hopefully fucking my ass.” Lyle’s statement wasn’t a question. It was a plea. Farrin stood bracing her weight on the chair back while Lyle stepped behind her, pausing to cover his cock with a condom. Her pussy was wet and ready, taking him easily into her slippery tunnel. “That feels wonderful,” she groaned, glancing back over her shoulder. “But I can’t see Van fucking you.” “I’ll get you a mirror later,” Van quipped, covering is cock with the latex before taking a stance behind Lyle. He ran his hand along his butt, pausing to suck his middle finger until it was slick with his saliva. He ran it up and back over his anus several times, while Lyle planted his weight and pushed his butt higher. “You are already ready, Lyle? Were you playing by yourself this morning?” “Maybe just a little,” he confessed. Van pushed inside him in one smooth motion. When the men were set, Van used Lyle’s hips to steady his thrusts, pushing Lyle’s cock further in her pussy with each stroke. “This feels amazing,” Farrin said, sliding back further to take his cock deeper. “But you want more, don’t you?” “Yes,” she said, not caring what her plea asked for.

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“Lyle,” Van said, “give me your hand.” He raised his hand and Van captured his middle finger between his lips, sucking it like he would a cock. “I can feel you surge inside me, Lyle. What’s he doing to you?” “He’s sucking my finger,” he said, pulling it from Van’s lips, using the slick digit to probe lightly at her anus. “Lyle, I need you to push that finger inside me, now. It will make me come.” Her breath was without rhythm as he slid it in her. With each move of Van’s cock in his ass, his cock moved in her pussy. Now she could feel his finger against her, too. “Oh, God, that’s what I needed,” she told the men. “Farrin, pinch your nipples. I’m going to come soon, push us over the edge.” She did as Van asked, bracing her weight with one hand and pinching her own nipple with her other. “That’s it, that’s the visual I needed.” Van’s hands tightened on Lyle’s hips, holding him tight to Farrin while he came. One last tweak and her pussy throbbed with her release. Lyle felt her pulsing and came, too. They all stayed where they were for a moment before Van finally moved from Lyle. He pulled from Farrin and grabbed her around the waist before she lost her balance. “Well, that’s a good start for the afternoon,” Van said. “I think it’s time we got some real nourishment. How about a break for lunch?” “If we must,” Lyle teased, turning to Van and tugging off his used protection. He let his hand pump Van’s cock a few times before he disappeared down in the cabin. He returned with a damp cloth and cleaned Farrin’s body, top to bottom. Then he wiped at Van’s cock, watching it bob back to life. “Food first,” he reiterated. Farrin grabbed her shirt and drew it across her shoulders. “Hell, that’s sexier than being naked.” “You wanted food, now I’ll tease you without mercy until you do me again.” “I’ll take my punishment.” He laughed and went below, handing up food and drink to her and Lyle.

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Chapter Twenty-One The respite from lunch drew long, and Van’s cock stirred with his thoughts of licking Farrin. He decided they had only a short time before he’d have to head the boat home. Farrin lay sunning herself on the back deck, her shirt covering her breasts. Van moved between her legs and began to tease her pussy. She let her legs fall wide to the side, giving him full access. He began slow, just a casual lick. But as he continued, she began to moisten for him, her hips jutting upward. He slid one finger in her pussy, then a second. “Lyle, suck her tits, and then let her suck you.” He moved beside her and peeled the cloth from her chest, using his hands and mouth to savor her breasts. “Guys, this is amazing,” she told them, her hand reaching to Van’s head, holding him lightly to her pussy. “Lyle, let me suck you,” she said, reaching to his cock and directing it to her lips. “Van, another finger, please.” He answered her request, slipping a third finger in her. Watching her suck Lyle made his erection fuller, and he shifted his lower body so he could use the towel he lay on to rub his cock. He released her body, replacing his fingers with his cock. She groaned with approval and began the slow push-pull that would make them come. With only a slight change in position, he was able to reach Lyle’s cock. Van took one cursory glance around to make sure other boaters hadn’t joined them, not wanting an audience, but wanting the taste and texture of Lyle’s dick down his throat as he fucked her. “Lyle, come to me,” he said, knowing Lyle wouldn’t question him. Turning slightly, he was able to swallow Lyle’s hairless cock. Van’s

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cock would surge inside her each time he swallowed Lyle’s erection, her muscles grasping his inward push. Van didn’t know how long they stayed that way, only Farrin had been right. Both their cocks felt different. “Farrin, you never cease to amaze me. Lyle, your cock is longer, I’d swear.” “Yours felt bigger in my mouth, too. I’m afraid we’re gonna have to keep shaved, at least until the winter comes.” “Worry about that later, guys. I’m so close to coming,” Farrin said, her voice a mere squeaking sound. “Don’t want to disappoint the lady,” Lyle added. He pulled from Van’s lips and reached to her breasts, suckling as Van fucked her. He used his own hand to tug his cock, spilling his cum on her belly. She came with a loud sigh, relaxing onto the boat deck. Van pulled from her body, tore off the condom, and let his load spray her belly, too. “What a sight,” she said, “my two men servicing me with their bare cocks and lips. What more could a girl ask for?” “A nice, long afternoon nap.” Lyle lay back on the boat deck, absorbing sun onto his naked body. “That will have to wait. We should head back before the sun sets.” Van groaned as he moved from his reclining position and located his trunks. He pulled them into place before standing. Reluctantly, Lyle found his suit and pulled it up to cover his butt. He guided the anchor line up while Farrin disappeared in the cabin. They were underway when she returned, her bikini and sheer cover up in place, three cups of steaming coffee on the small tray she held. “That smells wonderful,” Lyle accepted one of the mugs. She handed a second to Van who winked at her, took a tentative sip, and put the mug in the designated holder. He watched her carefully move forward, coming to rest, leaning on the front railing, giving him a view of her rounded buttocks, covered only with a small slip of white material. “Quite a view,” Lyle moved to stand beside him.

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“No arguments there.” He slowed the boat when they came into a populated area, sipping the coffee as he wove his way through the boating traffic. “I’m still wondering how we got so lucky?” “Don’t question it too much. It might all unwind.” “No, I don’t think so. I think I should give thanks for finding her. Now we need to make sure we keep her happy.” **** Van sat as patiently as he could, waiting for their turn to land. In the past, traveling never bothered him. That was because he wasn’t leaving anything behind. He found these last trips annoying and time consuming. When Farrin was beside him, he felt centered. It was inevitable he’d fall in love again. He hadn’t pictured it would be a woman like her. His first choice hadn’t been logical. They’d been chemical. He fell in lust easily, he admitted. But in the last years, he’d fallen out just as quickly. This wasn’t happening now. Instead, he couldn’t wait to get home to her. He regarded her as a gift, one he never thought he’d be able to keep. It was just past her one-year anniversary of relocating to Miami and working with Lyle, which in turn led her to him. It bothered him that he cared about their future together. His long term was usually a few months. A year with the same woman was unheard of. The part that bothered him most was the pangs of jealousy he felt watching other men acknowledge her. While in his presence, she never regarded other men, unless it was business, and then she was competent and polite. He felt as if he were waiting for the other shoe to fall. Lyle had been different lately, too. He was staying close to home more than usual. He’d given up all his extracurricular activities, focusing his attention on Farrin. Van knew the bond they shared wouldn’t be broken by an outsider. Lyle never dated beyond the three

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of them any longer. Patting the small box in his jacket pocket as reassurance, he felt instant relief hearing it was their turn to land. He traveled light, not waiting for luggage. As he headed toward the taxi stands, he caught sight of Farrin waiting. She looked amazing, trim, tanned, and natural. But she was anxious, wringing her hands until she recognized him. Waving enthusiastically, he felt an instant rush of relief. She rushed toward him, capturing him in a hug. Her words were a jumble of whispers he couldn’t keep up with, only that she missed him kept repeating. “I’m so glad you’re home,” she wrapped her arm around his waist as they headed toward the parking lot. “I know you said you’d take a taxi, but I was bored…and horny.” “Horny enough to make an airport run?” he teased. She lost her step, and his arm around her shoulder steadied her. “Are you okay?” He felt her body shudder against his and directed her toward her truck, a few rows away. When they reached it, he gently pushed her against the side, dropping his carry on, and kissing her full out, hard and fast with nothing held back. Farrin answered his kiss and pushed for more, her hands roaming his back and sides. “You really are horny, or want something…” he half heartedly teased, pulling back to watch her. The change in her demeanor was apparent. She’d shut down, her gaze at him a glare more than a look. “What? I was teasing. What’s going on?” He braced his hands on the truck, encircling her to his chest. “Are you still so cynical that a simple airport pickup panics you? I thought we were beyond playing games.” She let out a sigh. “Next time, I’ll let you take the lousy taxi.” She pushed past his arm and unlocked her truck, leaning in to start the ignition and turn on the air conditioning. He could hear her muttering from the other side of the vehicle about doing a good deed and getting lip about it. About being past all the bullshit rules and how she could have been home, lying poolside. It was several minutes before she finally took her seat

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behind the steering wheel. She glanced across the front seat to him. “Are you coming?” “Am I still welcome?” He tossed his carry on into the back of the extended cab and took the passenger’s seat. “What more do you want? At least I’m letting you drive.” “Letting me drive my own truck. You are a strange man, Van Hildrith.” “Why not tell me what’s really going on, Farrin?” He noted she didn’t talk to him or even glance his way until she was away from the airport traffic and on the main road heading home. “There’s nothing going on. I simply thought it would be a nice gesture to be waiting for you after a long trip. No alterative motive, just a kind gesture. Believe me, I won’t make that mistake again.” “Don’t get cranky, I just figured…” “That I had an alterative motive?” “I suppose so. I’m sorry I overreacted.” He hated that he put her on the defensive for doing something nice. That was the point, usually alterative motives came with gestures of kindness. Then he reminded himself who he was dealing with. “Look, I’m used to people wanting something from me.” “I did, too. I wanted your affection and attention. But you can forget that. My mood has changed.” They drove in silence until she reached his home. “Are you coming in?” “No, I think I’ll head home. Tomorrow will be busy at work. With Lyle still away, I need to be at my best.” “Farrin, going home is punishing yourself and me. I’m sorry I overreacted. Please come in.” He watched her face go through several emotions before she turned to look at him. “Not today. You’re probably tired. I’ll see you at the new condo site, Tuesday. We can figure out what needs to be done.” “But…”

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“No buts. I’m just in the mood to be alone now. I’ll be at the shop tomorrow if you need anything.” “Why not open the door and push me out?” he said, loud enough for her to hear as he opened the truck door. “I’m not sure what happened while you were away, but I don’t deserve that kind of attitude. I’ll see you Tuesday.” He stood in his driveway and watched her cautiously pull out onto the road. He stood longer wondering what had happened. She was right, a simple kindness and he overreacted. He’d tried to joke his way out of it, but she’d caught his initial attitude. Inside, he was revived by the cooled air. Dropping his case inside the bedroom door, he stripped on his way to the pool, pausing to grab a cold beer. He drank half the liquid in one long pull and put it on the table. Diving under the water, he swam laps to calm himself. When exhaustion took over, he laid on one of the lounges, ignoring the warm beer. “What an ass I am,” he decided, talking aloud to himself. The words fell into place in his mind, and he accepted his attitude was tied to the rings he bought while away. No one knew about them, so he didn’t have to give them to Lyle or Farrin. Instead, he decided to put them away until he was sure the commitment they represented was his heart’s desire. He thought to call Farrin and didn’t. He didn’t answer when Lyle called from Atlanta. By the next morning, he felt terrible in too many ways to count. Worst of all, he missed Farrin and Lyle. He was short with his workmen and avoided Lyle’s shop. Tuesday morning, she greeted him at the new staging site as if nothing had happened. He thought to bring up his cynicism but decided to let it go. In the following weeks, nothing seemed out of sorts but him. Even Lyle had dropped several comments about the stick up his ass and his poor attitude. The house in the Florida Keys was coming along albeit with several questioning stares from the work crew about the layout. Farrin was on top of the bills, paying them on time without question.

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It was all so normal, it was abnormal. The only thing different was their sex lives, or their non-existent sex lives. After picking him up at the airport, he hadn’t suggested any meetings with Lyle or Farrin. Both had offered their services in different ways, and he’d turned them both down. He knew through Lyle that the two of them hadn’t continued without him.

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Chapter Twenty-Two The condo was almost ready. Farrin straightened the sofa to line up with the carpet edge. “We’re just about done here. Should we wait for Van or head out?” She gathered her tote bag and gave the place one last look. “He’ll show up when he wants. I’m not sure what’s wrong with him lately. Ever since his last trip, well, you know.” “I know none of us is getting laid, and I don’t know why. Lyle, what was such a big deal about picking him up?” “Some people think there are steps in a relationship. An airport run is a big one.” “Well, why didn’t you tell me that when I mentioned I planned to do it?” She let the bag drop from her shoulder to the floor. Leaning on the kitchen counter that separated them, she looked at Lyle, waiting for an answer. “I don’t know for sure, Farrin. He won’t talk to me about it, either. I don’t know. Maybe he’s tired of both of us.” “I wish he’d be adult enough to tell us. To let us move on if he doesn’t want to be with us. Hell, even we haven’t slept together in the last weeks.” “Because it would feel like cheating?” Lyle asked. “It’s more my enthusiasm for sex is gone.” “Does that have anything to do with the pressure you’re getting from your mother to move home?” “Probably, but I see her motives clearly. Being away from them for a year has given me perspective. They’re all caught in the same

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web and can’t move on. I did move on, and that annoys them. I don’t think they expected me to prosper on my own. They just don’t like it.” “Tell me this, if Van ends his personal relationship with us, does that end our personal relationship?” “Damn, I hope not. I still want you in my life, in all aspects. But,” she hesitated and ran her hand through the top of her hair, “I don’t think I’m up for another man. With Van, it was natural. I don’t see that happening again. Can you be happy with just me?” “Absolutely, I can.” Lyle smiled. “We’ll get back to being ourselves. We just have to find a new normal.” “I’m so glad I didn’t let either of you put money in the house in the Florida Keys. Could you imagine if Van had a vested interest in the house? I’d have to sell it.” “So that’s why you wouldn’t let us contribute.” “You contributed. Your expertise is all over the place. I just didn’t let you pay for it. His is, too. The house is structurally sound thanks to him. And I did use both your builder discounts along the way.” “Come on, I’ll buy you a beer.” They both closed up the apartment and headed out. They had a quiet supper and headed home, alone. The next morning, they were due in the Keys for inspections on the house. **** Van was there with the inspector when she arrived, Lyle a few minutes behind her. He signed off on the permit without much fanfare. As he left, the three of them were standing in the new kitchen. “Kind of a let down, don’t you think? I was prepared for all his questions on the upstairs, and got none.” Farrin ran her hand along the newly installed marble counter.

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“More of a relief,” Lyle said. “I’m glad that process is over. Now we just need to finish decorating, and we can enjoy the fruits of our labor.” Farrin cleared her throat, garnering their attention. “Van, are Lyle and I going to appreciate this home by ourselves? Are you walking away, or are you going to tell us what your problem has been these last weeks?” He stood still, glancing at the new structure around them. When he leaned on the counter, she braced herself for the words she didn’t want to hear. He would leave her. “I know I’ve been…moody the last weeks. I can only say I had to work through some things on my own.” “Such as?” Lyle inquired. “We’ve been together for years, and you’ve never taken a mental break like this.” “I know. I took a break from both of you, us. Ah, hell,” He paced the empty living/dining room area while she and Lyle waited for him to continue. “I’m sorry I’ve been distant. But I couldn’t accept we were going to last, that I’d let myself fall in love again. I don’t have a great history of picking women. They implode after a few months, and I move on. With you two, it didn’t. I kept waiting, and it never happened. We just got better together.” “That’s what this has all been about, that you like our relationship?” Farrin was confused. “Men, I’ll never understand your species!” “Neither will I,” Lyle seconded. Van started to laugh and met them back at the counter. “The truth is,” he pulled a small velvet box from his pant pocket, turning it over in his hand, “I had these made on my last trip. I just didn’t have the balls to make the commitment.” “So treating us like lint was a test?” “I didn’t mean to test you, but in the end, I suppose I was. Now I realize I was just wasting time and energy. I don’t want to lose this

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relationship we’ve carved out. And neither of you has any idea how hard those words are to say.” “I still don’t get this. Did you get cold feet?” “Lyle, my feet are never cold. I just needed my space to work this through before…before I offered my commitment.” He opened the box and placed it on the counter between them. “I designed these and had them made. I just had to offer them in my own time.” “They’re beautiful,” Farrin said, not taking them from the box. “What do they mean, Van?” Lyle picked up the box but didn’t take them out, either. “They’re meant to tell the outside world we’re taken. That in our own strange way, we’ve found a comfortable fit, and it’s permanent.” “Did he just say permanent?” Farrin asked Lyle. “I think so. Permanent as in…?” “As in married if the law would allow. It won’t, so we’ll have our own arrangement.” “These are wedding rings?” she questioned. “Yes, if you’ll still have me.” “On one condition.” Van and Lyle looked at her, waiting for her condition. “The next time you get moody, you have to tell us why. These last weeks have been hell for us. I’ve been tested enough. If you want space, tell us. If you want to be alone, just tell us.” “No more being alone, for any of us.” Van took the center ring from the box. It was three slim bands twisted together, two yellow gold and one platinum. In the center were three large diamonds. “Farrin, I’m asking you to stay with me, us. This is my commitment to you.” He didn’t wait for an answer, turning to Lyle and taking a second ring from the box. “Lyle, this is my commitment to you.” “What, no diamonds for me?” Lyle teased, putting his left hand forward, accepting the ring Van slid on his finger. Turning back to Farrin, he reached for her left hand and repeated the process.

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Lyle took the third ring from the box and handed it to Farrin. She slid it on Van’s ring finger and let out a sigh. She pulled him close in a hug and reached for Lyle, holding them both tight. “Thank you, both of you. I’ve never been so happy.” “Happy and relived,” Lyle added. She pulled back and used the pads of her thumbs to wipe away a stray tear on Van’s cheek. “It’s time to celebrate. There’s a bottle of champagne in the cooler in my truck. Should we have it here or back in Miami?” Van asked. “Definitely here,” she and Lyle said in unison. **** Two months later, the house was finally finished. Since the day Van presented them with their rings and his promise, they’d found a new normal that worked for all of them. They kept business separate from their private time. But the three of them were still together. Farrin decided their relationship had grown in directions she hadn’t realized were missing. There was no longer any hesitation between them when it came to sex. They played often and found their own comfortable rhythm. They did make a conscious decision that traveling would include the three of them. When Van went on his trips, she and Lyle tagged along. When Lyle went to the antique auctions, she and Van ventured with him. She’d begun to get a gut feeling for what was right for the store and what wouldn’t sell. Lyle told her often how her input had raised his profit margin. While they were away, they always stayed together, usually booking adjourning rooms, one they used as a dressing area, the other as a bedroom for three. Farrin felt happy, comfortable in her own skin and sure of her decisions about her private life. She still got annoying calls from her mother, prompting her to come home. Each call ended with Farrin reminding her mother Miami was her home.

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The house in the Keys was finally finished, and they were set to spend their first weekend there. She’d gone on ahead to make sure each detail was perfect. Her men came along a few hours later, ready to enjoy the pool, beach, and companionship. She decided since it was technically her home, she would stage their first night there. Taking a last walk through to make sure all the details were perfect, she prepped their evening meal, chilled the wine, and made sure the bedroom was ready. While she lit candles, she also laid out her new assortment of toys. On the table beside the bed stood several new dildos and butt plugs, all washed and waiting. Lubricants and condoms were close at hand. Farrin pulled back the coverlet revealing the new sheets and pillows. She showered and reapplied her makeup with a light hand, donning her new chemise, a dark blue silk that would easily slip from her body. Satisfied all was in order, she went back downstairs and was opening a bottle of wine when the men arrived. “Nice.” Van fingered the lace at the neckline of her slip, pausing to kiss her. “Very nice,” Lyle seconded, kissing her also. They wandered around the finished home, pointing out details they contributed or liked. In the end, the consensus was a job well done. That was when she gave them each their present. Both men tore at the paper and found navy blue silk boxers. They both stripped in the kitchen, donning their gifts. She didn’t hesitate to fondle each of their cocks, using the silk to slide against their skin. “A toast to all our hard work.” She handed around the glasses. “And to our newly defined relationship,” Van added. “How about to unbridled lust, sex, and fulfillment?” Lyle smiled at his own toast. Farrin decided it was a good sign of things to come. Refilling their glasses, Van took charge of the BBQ while she and Lyle laid out the rest of their meal. Relaxed with full bellies, it was simple to suggest they retire to the bedroom.

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“What have we here?” Lyle asked, picking up each of the items she’d prepared. “Some toys if we decide we want them.” She crawled to the center of the bed, knowing her chemise rode up, showing off her bare legs and ass. Van tackled her from behind, pinning her down with his weight. Lyle approached from the side, kneeling beside her head, feeding her his erection as Van let his hands roam along her body, jutting his hips against her, letting her know just how hard he was. “You’ll make me come,” Lyle said, warning Farrin. “If you have a plan for the evening, you’d better stop, unless this was it.” “I have a plan,” she told them and reluctantly scooted out from under Van. She had them lay side by side on the center of the bed and kneeled between them. Using her hands and her mouth, she fondled and sucked each man’s cock, going from one to the other. “I love the feel of the silk against my bare skin. It makes my nipples hard. I love the feel of the silk against your bare penises.” She continued to manipulate them, not stopping the men from dropping the shoulders of her slip, baring her chest for their touch. At first, they used their fingers, pumping her full breasts and pinching her nipples. With little encouragement, she moved so they could each reach her breasts while she held onto their cocks. Farrin let her head drop back on her shoulders and accepted the attention they lavished on her. Each man suckled her tit, each in a slightly different way. The tingling reached her belly and went straight to her pussy, making her wetter than she could ever remember. Reluctantly, she pulled from their lips and hands and concentrated on bringing them both to orgasm. Lyle came first, her lips tightly wrapped around his erection. When she’d licked him clean, she turned her attention to Van. Using her mouth and hands, he came when Lyle started sucking on his nipple, tweaking them in turn with Farrin’s sucking.

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She pulled the straps back up and went to a sideboard where she’d laid out wine and glasses. After a slight respite, she decided it was time. “I’d like something from you both,” she started and watched their faces for acceptance. “I’d like you both to kneel on the first platform at the edge of the bed and lie down, belly first. Her men looked from one to the other and moved easily until they were propped as asked. “Do you feel vulnerable?” she fondled each man’s buttocks through the silky material. “Yes, but in a good way,” Lyle said. “I’ll reserve judgment.” Van glanced over her shoulder with a questioning look. “You’ve both been very good men lately, but you’ve both had some transgressions.” She pulled the boxers down each man until they lay at their knees, leaving their bottoms up in the air for her appraisal. She massaged them and played with their testicles, never touching their cocks. “You’re both hard again, and I haven’t even spanked you yet.” Her hands rose, and she began to spank each of them at the same time, one hand on each, raising and lowering until she heard the spanking sound and felt the tingle on her palm. When they were both red from her attention, she told them to stay there, leaning over each man, in turn rubbing his shoulders and back to relax him. When she felt they were ready, she grabbed the two dildos and handed one to each man. They sucked the toys between their lips without question, and she complimented them on their style. While they did that, she generously spread their anuses with the lube using her fingers to spread it around and inside them. Then she went back to spanking them, telling them how turned on they made her. “Too turned on,” she whispered, reaching to take the toy from Lyle. Reluctantly, he gave it to her and braced his forearms on the bed while she inserted it in him. He shook his hips to get it where it felt right. Then she took the dildo from Van’s lips and repeated the

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process. “God, that is so sexy,” she told them, watching how the toys moved in their bodies with each tap of her palm. “You both look amazing,” she continued. “What about you?” Van asked. “We’ll get around to me. Right now, my pussy is so wet, my juices are slipping down my thighs.” “I can fix that. Come lay where we can lick you,” Van told her. “Later. First I want you two to crawl to the center of the bed and suck each other’s cocks.” “But,” Lyle started and stopped when her spanks became harder to his skin. “Okay, I’m going,” he teased, crawling to the center, waiting until Van joined him in a sixty-nine position. “That’s what I wanted to see, the two of you sucking each other.” She crawled beside them and watched intently. She dropped the strap of her chemise and started pinching her nipple. “You’re both so big without all that hair,” she said with a sigh, dropping her free hand to her crotch. She rubbed her clit in small circles through the cloth, getting more excited. “Make each other come,” she said, reluctantly leaving her own body and using her hands to move the dildos in each man’s butt. She saw how Lyle swallowed Van’s cock to the hilt while Van took long passes over Lyle’s, using just a hint of his teeth. A few spanks of her hand to their reddened asses and both men released their loads. Each swallowed the other man’s cum without hesitation. She maneuvered herself between them and kissed each one, back and forth, until their essence was gone. “Now, you can’t take out the dildos, but you’ve earned a rest and some wine. Stay put.” She scampered off the bed, leaving her breast exposed, and brought them each a glass of wine. “I have something else in mind. Are you up for it?” “I am,” Lyle said quickly, making her and Van laugh. “You’re always up for anything,” Van told him. “What do you have in mind? We’ve both come twice, so it will take a while to

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recuperate. What can we do for you?” His smile told her he was ready for anything she dared offer. “I’d like the two of you to fuck me, but leave your toys in.” She moved from their sides and went back to the bureau. Pulling two long lengths of silk cording from the top drawer, she returned to the bed and handed each man a length of the cording. “Van, tie my hands before me.” “I’d rather tie them behind your back,” he said, continuing with, “Whatever the lady wishes,” laughing as he threaded the cording through his fingers. “Are we leaving the slip on?” he questioned, fondling her exposed breast. “Yes, for now.” When she felt her hands were secure, she turned to Lyle. “You get to tie me to the bed.” “Ah, that’s what the rings were for on the headboard. I should have figured that out long ago.” “I’m surprised you didn’t, but it doesn’t matter.” Farrin moved to the center of the bed and lay down, moving her bound hands over her head. Lyle wasted no time using the second cord to attach her to the rings. When he was finished, she lay back on the pillows, her bound hands now raised above her head, anchored to the headboard. “God, you look magnificent,” Lyle told her. “What do you want, Farrin?” “From here on, you two are in charge. As long as you keep the dildos in your butts. I like knowing you’re both full while you play with me.” “I’ll start with her breast.” Lyle leaned over her to suck her nipple. “That means I get to lick her pussy.” Van scooted to the foot of the bed and came to rest between her thighs. Pushing her legs wider, his lips and tongue began to service her. He let one finger sip along her pussy folds but didn’t penetrate her. He laughed when she tried to move to force the penetration. “I’m in charge, remember?” he reminded her. “Come on, Van, at least give me a finger.”

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“What about the rest of the toys laid out?” Lyle asked. She tried to turn and see what he had in hand but the ties wouldn’t let her. “Yes, anything, just please put something in my pussy. I feel so empty.” She watched as Lyle made a production of sucking on the larger toy, ultimately handing the slick toy to Van. “Take pity on me, Van. Put it in me, please.” “She sounds so sweet and wholesome, doesn’t she Lyle? Anyone would think she’s just an average woman. They’d never look at her and realize how crazed she can get, wanting toys and cocks in her pussy and ass.” “Give her a break, Van, or she’ll keep asking.” “Oh, all right.” He pushed the dildo between her slick lips and watched it disappear into her body. “Better now?” he asked, his tone mocking. “It’s a start,” she said, challenging him back. “Lyle, I think she wants something in her ass, too. Grab the other toy,” he directed. Van shifted her hips and laved her pussy and anus repeatedly until she was writhing on the bed before him. Again Lyle sucked the fake phallus, this one a bit smaller than the first, reluctantly handing it to Van. He slipped it in her anus and began to suck her clit. Farrin knew her body shifted on the bed from his attentions. “Lyle, let me suck you,” she whispered between uneven breaths. He moved beside her head and fed her his erection as Van continued to move the toys within her. “Let go, Farrin. Come for us, or we won’t fuck you.” His words got her attention, and she paused, looking from one man to the other. “Lyle, pinch my tit while I suck you and Van licks me. That will make me come.” She took him back between her lips and continued to suck him down her throat. “God, you are one hot bitch,” Van said, using a hand on each dildo, moving them in unison inside her.

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“Van,” she managed to utter as her orgasm hit, her body shaking uncontrollably. He pulled the two toys from her body and tossed them aside. “Lyle, untie her from the headboard and lie flat on your back.” Lyle followed Van’s instructions and freed her arms, leaving her wrists still bound. He lay down and after covering his cock with a condom, steadied her hips as Van helped her to straddle Lyle’s cock, slowly taking him deep in her pussy. When she was settled, he kneeled behind her. She heard the familiar tear of the condom package and soon he pushed his erection in her anus. Farrin froze for only a few seconds before she started moving her hips to take both men’s cocks deeper in her body. “That’s it. That’s what will make me come.” Her voice was a mere whisper, as if she were speaking more to herself than to the men. She let her chest drop lower on Lyle’s and managed to kiss him, taking his tongue between her lips and sucking it. “Farrin, you’re the only one without red ass cheeks,” Van told her, “But I can fix that.” His hand came down on her buttocks repeatedly as the men double fucked her. “Man, she’s getting wetter if that’s possible,” Lyle told Van. “Keep spanking her.” “It doesn’t hurt that with every spank, the toy in your ass shifts, too?” He laughed at his friend but continued to lightly spank her buttocks. “I’m going to come soon,” he told the others. Farrin felt her orgasm hit, her body freezing as the waves took over. Her pussy and ass clamped the cocks fucking her, her sigh the only verbal signal she could utter. She felt Lyle’s cock twitch in her pussy and knew he came. Van grabbed her hips and thrust deeply only a few more times before he too relented and let go. They stayed that way for a few minutes until they could all breathe again. Finally, Van slipped from her body and helped her to rise off Lyle. They fell to the side and lay, arms and legs intertwined. “Thank you. That was amazing,” she told her men.

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“You’re welcome,” Lyle said. “I need a shower and a glass of wine,” Van told them. “How about a quick dip in the heated pool instead of a shower,” Farrin suggested. “I’m game.” Lyle finally reached to untie her hands. He kissed each wrist where the cording chafed and turned away, tossing the used protection in the wastebasket beside the bed. Van rolled to the other side and rid himself of his used condom. Rising, she pushed the tangled chemise from her body and let it fall to the newly carpeted floor. “Wait,” she almost cried out. “Both of you roll over on your bellies.” Both men did as she asked, and she palmed their butt cheeks before taking the toys from their bodies. She gathered them all up and walked to the bathroom. There she filled the sink with hot, soapy water and left the toys to soak. “A swim and a drink,” she told them, reaching a hand to each. “And then we see what kind of trouble you two can think of.” “Is that a dare?” Van asked, standing and stretching his arms over his head. “That was definitely a dare,” Lyle told him, slapping both Farrin and Van on the butt before he raced down the stairs and jumped in the pool. “Your butt needs to be redder,” Van told her as they walked out to the pool. “Do what you need to,” she answered. “As long as it gets your cock hard.” She dove under the water and surfaced at the other end. Van followed her, the three of them meeting in the center, arms wrapped around each other. “I could get used to this,” Farrin told them, letting her hands drop between them, grasping each of their cocks.

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Epilogue On a warm summer night, a friend who was a lay preacher, stood with them on the back patio of their new weekend getaway cottage, his words a blessing of their new home and lives together. While he didn’t marry them with standard words, he reinforced the threesome and their commitment to each other. That was when they put their newly blessed rings back on their fingers. Farrin had never been so happy in her life, sated in ways she never knew she could be. Van and Lyle were gifts she would cherish and respect. They loved her as she was. She wondered for a moment how she got so lucky. For just a moment, she let herself think back to her old life up north, the family problems and infidelity. Then she remembered she’d moved on, and thanked the powers that be for letting her find her men. After a glass of champagne, their friend left, leaving them alone in their home. Taking each man by the hand, she led them to the pool edge. Farrin took her time letting her white sundress slide down her body, revealing her naked skin, her hairless pussy lips wet. “What would my men like? Anything I can humanly give you.” “I want to fuck your ass later.” Van palmed her breast. “I want to lick her pussy while you fuck my ass, Van.” “That can all be arranged,” he told them. “But not until I see some cherry red butt cheeks.” He rubbed his hands together and gave them a sly smile.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR Louisa became hooked on paperback romance novels as a teen. Before cable TV arrived, babysitting after school was boring. She chose a Harlequin novel and never looked back. As an adult, she took writing seminars and classes to craft her own skills. She kept journals and notebooks filled with story ideas and bits of dialogue, along with settings and observations. Finally retired from her full time job, she ventured to put her notes in order. The end result was Claudia’s Men, her first romance novel with a twist. She realized her writing stepped beyond normal boundaries and became erotica. Exploring these new directions has been enlightening in many ways. The author looks forward to researching her next ménage novel.

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