by Genelia Love
I had felt nothing but pleasure with these two men. They had made me feel things that I never thought possible. All I could say was “Wow.”
A shadow crossed my mind. My parents were very conservative. They always told me that sex was for marriage. I think it broke my mother’s heart when she learned that I had sex with Craig. Dad was still in denial even now. What would they think if they knew that I was having sex with two men? Two men that I had just met. Two men who bought me at an auction.
I could hear Daddy grabbing his heart, yelling out like Fred Sanford, “I’m coming, Elizabeth. It’s the big one. I’m coming, honey.”
Never mind that my mother’s name was Victoria.
Speaking of my mother, she would wring her hands and wonder where she went wrong that I would go down this path. She would shake her head and ask what got into me.
The good thing was that they would never know.
Most people would probably frown on a woman having sex with two men she barely knew, regardless of whether it was for a good cause. Or whether those two men were the sexiest creatures to walk this Earth. Or that these two men made me feel like I was the most beautiful, the most desirable, the most intelligent woman in the world.
They had built me up more in the last couple of days than all of my friends and family had, put together my whole life.
Plus, what did I care what other people think about me? People had been judging me my whole life. My hips were too wide, and my size sixteen body didn’t fit into those skinny jeans. And I really didn’t care.
As Maya Angelou said, “They try so much/ but they can’t touch/ my inner mystery.” Why couldn’t they? Because I was a phenomenal woman, and they didn’t know why. And they couldn’t figure out how to find their own phenomenal selves.
Regardless of what other people would or would not say if they knew, was I a whore? I sold myself to two men I don’t know.
No, I wasn’t. I was a beautiful, phenomenal woman who chose to enjoy the company of two sweet, amazing men. They would have donated the money whether I decided to go with them or not. They gave me the choice to go home to my pasta primavera and reruns of Criminal Minds or have the chance to engage in the fantasy of a lifetime.
It was amazing. No one was getting hurt, not even indirectly. They had no girlfriends, and I had no boyfriends. No one, outside of Ashley, would ever even know that I was here, let alone what I was doing.
I spent the rest of the afternoon in the library. I finished reading The Story of O. I was definitely intrigued. There were some of the things in that book that were a little too much for me. But there were quite a few things in there that maybe, someday, with the right person, or persons, I would like to try. After all, the guys did say that after the month was up, we could continue to hang out if we all liked each other. I certainly liked them. I was pretty sure that they liked me back.
It felt a little awkward for me when it was time for dinner. After all, I just had sex with a couple of men I barely knew – and I had sex with both of them at the same time.
Jamel and Xavier had changed from their suits into jeans and t-shirts. They were sexy as hell.
As I walked, the soreness between my legs reminded me just how sexy they could be. Wow.
They must have sensed that I felt a little weird, because they started joking with me right away.
“Our father has these amazing bushy eyebrows. I’m sure he has a little string that he operates them with, because they have a way of moving up and down that's unnatural. He can raise one eyebrow at a time if he wants to.”
Xavier jumped in. “Yeah, who does that? Anyway, he did a stare down with me and Jamel. He raised one of those massive caterpillars that live on his face and asked us what we had been up to lately, since we hadn’t been in the office.”
“He asked us how much it was going to cost him.”
“That was crazy, because we haven’t cost him anything since we got out of college and started working. We pay for our own trouble now.”
I started laughing. “Miss Joan told me this morning about a little incident with a golf cart.”
“Joan!” they yelled in unison.
“What?” she asked, as she set the chocolate mousse in front of me. “If this sweet girl is going to hang out with you two nutcases, she has a right to know that you guys are – well – nuts.”
“Are you, Frank and Kevin up for some croquet with Xavier, Lindsey and me?”
“I’m getting too old to be roughhousing with you squirrels.”
“First we’re nuts, and now we’re squirrels. Woman, make up your mind.”
“You’re squirrely nuts. Or nutty squirrels. Not sure which. I’ll play, but you two have to split up. I get Lindsey and Xavier.”
“I’m insulted,” Jamel said.
“You cheat,” Joan retorted.
Everyone laughed.
All the tension had rolled out of my shoulders. The fact that the housekeeper and staff were part of their family spoke a lot for them. They truly were good people.
I finished up my chocolate mousse and followed them outside. I confessed that I had never played croquet before.
Jamel laughed and said that I was going to be an easy target.
Joan put her arm around me and said, “Don’t worry, honey. I’ll protect you from that cheater face. Just leave him to me.”
She explained the rules to me. I caught on pretty quick.
The other team won the first game, but we won the second. They won the tiebreaker. You would have thought that Jamel won the Superbowl the way he was dancing around.
Xavier said, “Don’t mind him. He’s excited. He doesn’t get to beat me at much, so he takes his victories where he can.”
“We’ll see about that. Tomorrow night, I’ll kick your butt.”
These two were bantering like little boys, and I laughed until my sides hurt.
Joan and Frank bid us goodnight, because they claimed that it was past their bedtime. I could understand that. I was a little tired out, too, playing with these guys. They had amazing amounts of energy, and not just in bed.
Kevin, the gardener, excused himself as well. He had an early day.
We went into the lounge and Jamel put in a movie. It was The Expendables. It was actually one of my favorites, because I had been a long-time fan of Sylvester Stallone. I knew he couldn’t act very well, but still. He was a favorite. I really liked Jason Statham, too. But to be perfectly honest, I really loved the stupid humor and the smart-alec references they made throughout the movie.
Xavier brought me some wine, and we plopped on the couch. I thought we were in for a relaxing evening, watching a movie. That was until something hit me in the arm. And then something else hit me in the other arm.
Those two rascals were throwing popcorn at me. I grabbed a few kernels to chuck at them. Soon, there was popcorn flying all around the room. When we all ran out of popcorn, we looked around us.
“Oooh, you guys are going to be in big trouble with Miss Joan. She’s gonna kick both of your butts.”
“What about you? You’re just as guilty.” Xavier pointed his accusing finger at me, and shook it.
“Nuh-uh. You guys started it. I’m just a sweet defenceless girl trying to protect myself from two huge brutes.”
“Brutes, eh?” Jamel jumped in my lap and started tickling me.
“Stop, you’ll make me pee myself.”
“Will you help us clean up?” He wiggled his fingers at me, threatening to tickle some more.
“Yes, if you’ll get off me, you big lug.”
“That’s not what you said last night.”
I swung a pillow at him and hit him square in the head. “You deserved that.”
Xavier was laughing. “Yes, you did.”
We picked up the popcorn and then I stretched and yawned.
“Guys, I’m tired. And I’m sorry to ask, but do you mind if I sleep alone tonight? All of the activities I have been participating in has made me a little sore.
I’m just not used to this kind of excitement. Plus, you guys are a bit bigger than I am used to – entertaining.”
Both of them looked like children who just got told that there was no ice-cream after dinner. They looked genuinely disappointed.
“I’m sorry, but I just don’t think I can handle you guys tonight. Mentally I wanna. Boy howdy, do I wanna. You guys make me feel things I never thought were possible. But my body says no.
Jamel said, “We understand. We’re sorry.”
“Oh, baby. Don’t be sorry. I have loved every second of it.”
I walked over, hugged them and gave both of them a chaste little kiss. I didn’t want to get them all excited, which would get me all excited, and then my body would never be operational again.
The hot water from the shower felt amazing. I had to admit, I was satisfied, but a little tender from all of the action.
I soaped up and thought about how good it felt to have them washing me. I closed my eyes and pretended they were in the shower with me. I pictured their soapy hands lathering me, then rinsing me.
As I rubbed my soapy hands over my nipples, I pictured Xavier pulling on them last night, stretching them out from tits. He squeezed my nipples and pulled on them, and I felt my pussy heating up just with the memory of him.
My clit started tingling. I reached down between my legs and gently rubbed my it, until it formed into a hard nub. Using my other hand, I spread my pussy lips apart, loving the feeling of that. I leaned against the wall, and continued rubbing myself. Moaning, I came all over my hand.
I wish my pussy wasn’t so damn sore. I would love for them to come in here and have their way with me, until I pass out from it.
However, even touching my pussy to wash it was a tiny bit painful. I just had to be happy with taking care of myself tonight. I did learn a few things from them, though. I had never known how to successfully masturbate until now. They showed me what to do.
Holy Hades, what dark hole have I been living in?
The funny thing was that I could have been doing that all along, but I hadn’t been. I hadn’t even thought of it. If nothing else, these guys opened my eyes to a lot of possibilities. And, after the month was over, memories to masturbate over.
I did something else that night, that I had never done before. I went to bed naked. The cool Egyptian cotton sheets felt glorious against my skin.
Once again, I thought about my situation. Was it morally right or wrong? Then, I asked myself why something would morally wrong. That would be when someone got hurt. No one was getting hurt. Except for my pussy, and I could live with that. Boy, could I live with that.
My conclusion was that it was not wrong. I was a grown woman having the time of my life with two grown men. Ain’t a damned thing wrong with that. Case closed. At least for now.
7
Jamel
Xavier was busy at the office dealing with some legal matters for our company, so I had the honor of entertaining Lindsey. She was interested in my job, but mine was very boring. My grandfather established an engineering company, and it continued to grow. We had projects all over the United States and had a reputation for being able to make sure that all buildings were up to code, as was the landscape around it. So, buildings in Florida could withstand hurricanes and buildings in Kansas could withstand tornadoes.
She listened very intently as I described the different types of engineers, such as structural engineers, civil engineers, heating and air conditioning engineers, etc., and how they all did their own piece of the puzzle and then the pieces would all come together.
I could see her mind working as she visualized what I was saying.
I had never met another woman like Lindsey. She was genuine. When I talked to other women about what our company did, their eyes glazed over and they nodded. Lindsey actually paid attention to me and asked intelligent questions.
Before I knew it, she had a complete overview of our entire company. My job was to work with other engineering companies, architects and authorities to make sure that everything met with code. She watched me intently as I drew out a diagram of how all the different entities worked together.
I knew when we bid on her during the auction that we were getting someone special, but I was guilty of not looking beyond her body and the way she carried herself with pride. But there was so much more to Lindsey. I bet very few people even took the time to sit down and truly get to know her. She was flat-out amazing.
During lunch, I asked her why she chose children. I was instantly sorry that I asked her when tears sprang to her eyes. She said that her friend, Daryll, had been abused as a kid. His mother had left home when he was young, because she couldn’t take being with Daryll’s father anymore. She didn’t take Daryll with her. That left him to take the brunt of the beatings.
When Daryll was in middle school, he was finally put into foster care. They didn’t abuse him, but they didn’t take care of him either. They were just in it for the money. Daryll began to feel like he was unlovable and worthless.
“One day, when we were seniors in high school, I was at work at a burger joint and he came in. He wanted to talk to me, but I was working and dealing with customers, so I told him that we could hang out later. I saw the hurt in his eyes, but I let him walk out that door.”
Lindsey swallowed hard.
“The next day, he killed himself. Jamel, if I had chased after him to let him know that he was important to me, maybe he wouldn’t have done it. Maybe I was the one person who could help him.”
Lindsey took a big drink of water and said, “I’ve never forgiven myself. I’ve tried, but I feel like if I had been there, I could have helped him. I vowed never to fail another person I could possibly help again. The best way to do that is to advocate for them.”
“Lindsey, it wasn’t your fault that Daryll killed himself. Daryll chose to take his own life.”
“His life was a living hell. He didn’t think he had a reason to live. I could have given him that reason.”
“You cannot take responsibility for other people’s decisions and actions. You could not have possibly known what he was going to do.”
“My rational brain knows this. However, my soul is unconvinced.”
We finished lunch in silence.
“Have you ever been fishing?”
“I’m a country girl, what do you think?”
“I think that I can catch more fish than you.”
“Wanna bet?” she asked coyly.
“Yep.”
“What’s the wager?” she asked, raising her eyebrows
“The person who wins gets to have the evening of his choice.”
“His?”
“Yep, cuz I’m going to win.”
“Bring it, Big Boy.”
“Joan, Lindsey and I are going fishing. Are you willing to cook what we catch?”
Joan came around the corner with a smirk on her face. “I am willing to cook what she catches. She’s going to win.”
Lindsey stuck her tongue out at me, and said to Joan, “That’s why I love you most out of all these people here.”
Joan looked at me and said, “So there.” She winked at Lindsey and went back to whatever she was doing.
“You are totally corrupting my staff.”
“She isn’t staff, she’s family.”
“So there,” Joan called out from the other room.
Dang, that woman could hear a fly fart from a thousand yards.
Lindsey and I gathered the fishing gear from the shed and headed out to my favorite fishing spot.
“This is amazing. It is so peaceful. I love it here.”
I nodded. To be honest, I spent more time watching Lindsey than I did actually fishing. She did know what she was doing. She cast her line with expertise. She didn’t shy away from taking her own fish off the hook.
One thing that I noticed about Lindsey – everything she did, she did with purpose. She focused on it and gave it her full attention. I was pretty sure t
hat this woman had never half-assed anything in her entire life.
I was beginning to think that I would definitely like to see more of her after the month is over. I thought that I would like to be in a serious relationship with her. I wasn’t going to break our agreement, and cut Xavier out of anything during the month. That wouldn’t be fair, and I'd never go back on my word.
I wasn’t jealous of Xavier, anyway, although I was afraid that he was starting to see Lindsey in the same light that I was. Lindsey was easy to love.
A couple of hours and eight fish later (seven from Lindsey, one from me), we decided to head back to the house. Lindsey proudly presented the fish to Joan.
“Aren’t you going to clean these so I can cook them?” She asked me.
I put on my little boy face that always worked with Joan. “I was hoping that Frank would do it for me.”
“Don’t you give me that face. You’re a grown man, sticking out your lip like you're ten.”
“Pleeeease?” I asked, sticking my lip out further.
“Get out of here, you rascal. We’ll take care of this,” Joan said, shaking her head.
Joan looked at me and said, “These guys are so blasted spoiled, I don’t even know what to do with them.”
“You’re the one who spoiled us. Mom and Dad beat us regularly so we wouldn’t be spoiled.”
“Get out of here before your lies cause lightning to strike my kitchen.”
I pecked Joan on the cheek, grabbed Lindsey’s hand and said, “We probably should shower.”
She smiled mischievously. “I’ll wash your back if you wash mine.”
I was instantly hard. “You’re on.”
Grabbing her hand, I led her into my bathroom, which had a huge shower like that on the yacht, with three shower heads.
I started the water, warming it up, and my cock started to throb just watching her pull off her jeans and t-shirt, then dumping her bra and panties on top of the pile.
“What, are you getting in with all your clothes on?”