Blurred Lines

by Naughty Aphrodite

  “Atta girl,” said Brandon. “My wife is so much cooler than me. Did she tell you she studied art in college?”

  “She did,” Matt laughed.

  “Now that would be something I would love to do,” said Gemma wistfully.

  “What?”

  “Have sex in an art museum. Like in the Louvre or something.”

  “But all the paintings would be watching you!” Brandon replied, looking horrified. It was getting dark, and he fished a lighter out of his pocket, reaching for the closest citronella candle.

  “Yeah, I’m with Brandon on this one,” said Matt, passing Brandon another candle. “Personally, my dream is the top of the Empire State building. I mean, not the very top, but the viewing platform. I’d bend her over the railing so that we’d both have an incredible view. Maybe on July 4th. That way there’d be fireworks,” he grinned.

  “And you’d put them on a timer so they went off just as you came?” Brandon suggested, laughing and putting away the lighter.

  “Ooh, I hadn’t thought of that. You, my friend, are brilliant. So,” Matt nudged Brandon’s leg with his knee, “what about you?”

  “Oh, I’m boring,” said Brandon. “I’ve always wanted to have a threesome. You know, just me and two ladies.”

  Gemma raised an eyebrow, trailing one finger up and down the stem of her wine glass. “Should I ask around at spin class?”

  “Would you, sweetheart?” Brandon joked.

  “Though you know, I wouldn’t say no to a threesome with you two,” Gemma giggled, pointing her wine glass at Brandon and Matt. “It’s not every day a woman finds herself with two such handsome men in her home, after all!”

  Suddenly realizing what she’d said, Gemma blushed. “Oh my God, I mean…I don’t know what came over me. The wine’s really gone to my head. I’m so sorry.”

  Brandon and Matt glanced at each other then back at Gemma. “Don’t apologize,” said Matt.

  “I mean, we are both extremely good-looking, it’s true,” said Brandon. Matt nodded, but Gemma still looked embarrassed.

  “Hey, Gemma, don’t worry about it,” Matt reached across the table and put his hand on hers. “We’re all friends here. It’s ok. Honestly, I’m flattered.”

  “Thanks,” she smiled. “I’m -- I’m going to go get dessert. I’ll be right back.”

  When she’d disappeared into the house, Brandon turned to Matt. “Have you ever slept with a guy before?”

  Matt nodded, sipping his wine. “Once.”

  “How was it?”

  “It was great. He really knew what to do with his tongue,” Matt winked. “What about you?”

  Brandon toyed with his wine glass. “No, never,” he replied. He looked up at Matt, “But that’s not to say I wouldn’t.”

  Matt’s knee was still touching Brandon’s thigh and he leaned forward, resting his hand a little higher up. “Well, there’s no time like the present,” he said, his mouth next to Brandon’s ear.

  Brandon turned his head, looking down into Matt’s dark smiling eyes. He licked his lips and pressed them to Matt’s. He tasted like wine.

  There was a crash as Gemma dropped the plates of pie she was holding. The men broke apart, turning to her. “I…,” she said, standing frozen in the open French doors.

  “Why don’t you come join us?” Matt asked.

  “I…” Gemma said again. Slowly, she came towards them, still looking unsure. “Am I hallucinating?”

  The men laughed, and Brandon turned so that he was straddling the bench. He patted the space between him and Matt, “Sit here, sweetheart.”

  Gemma sat, resting her back against her husband’s chest so that she faced Matt. Brandon pulled her hair up in one hand, planting kisses on her neck, his other hand stroking her thigh. Matt turned to face Gemma, inching closer. Gently, he kissed her mouth. She gasped.

  Wanting a better angle, Matt slid closer still, pulling Gemma’s legs over his thighs and hooking his own over Brandon’s so that they were all straddling each other. He kissed Gemma again, with more force, and reached around her, grabbing hold of Brandon’s hips and drawing them closer together. Brandon bit his wife’s neck, his hands running under her shirt to cup her breasts. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, and she moaned into Matt’s mouth.

  Gemma could feel their erections pressing into her, Brandon’s hard against her ass and Matt’s nudging her thigh. Brandon pulled her shirt over her head while Matt undid her bra. She arched her back, wrapping her arms around her husband’s neck. One hand still kneading her breast, Brandon undid the fly of her jeans and slid two fingers into her, his thumb teasing her clit. Matt bent forward, taking one of her breasts into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the rigid nipple again and again. He put his hands down the back Brandon’s jeans, squeezing the other man’s ass.

  Gemma gasped and moaned, one hand clenching in each man’s hair. Brandon’s fingers were curled inward, rubbing her G-spot faster and faster. Above, Matt licked the pale skin between her breasts then pushed them together, sucking both her nipples at once. Her body tightened around Brandon’s fingers and she bucked her hips as, unable to control herself any longer, she came.

  “God, we need to get out of these clothes,” said Matt hoarsely when she was done. He picked Gemma up, putting her on the table before turning back to Brandon. Pulling the other man’s shirt off and undoing his jeans, Matt bent over, lowering his mouth to the tip of Brandon’s dick. Gasping at the sensation, Brandon buried his fingers in Matt’s hair, turning to watch his wife. She was panting, her mouth open, her tongue licking her lips as she watched Matt blow her husband. She had kicked off her pants and Brandon could clearly see her masturbating, her fingers teasing and rubbing her slick, swollen vulva. Brandon groaned.

  Matt sat up, kissing Brandon, who pulled off the other man’s shirt. Gemma moved quickly, sliding between the two of them on the bench. Kneeling, her ass pressing against her husband’s erection, she trailed kisses along Matt’s chest, pushing down his pants and taking his cock deep into her mouth all at once. Matt moaned, grabbing her by her hair. Brandon raised her hips, dipping his face to kiss the cheeks of her ass, lightly running his tongue between them, flicking her hole. She groaned around Matt, her tongue working furiously as she moved up and down his shaft.

  Suddenly, Matt stopped her. She looked up, confused, as he moved to sit on the table, his legs spread. He smiled at Brandon over Gemma’s head, turning Gemma around and guiding her head back down to his throbbing cock. Brandon, getting the drift, stood up, getting into position. And, finally, while Gemma gorged herself on Matt, he buried himself deep inside the warm wet folds of her pussy. Gemma’s fingers clenched on Matt’s thighs as Brandon began to thrust, gently at first, then harder and harder, his hands tight on her hips. Matt gasped above her as Gemma pumped his slick cock faster and faster, keeping pace with her husband’s deep plunges. The sound of her ass smacking against Brandon’s stomach as he drilled into her drove all three of them wild.

  Suddenly, Gemma stood up, shocking both men and Brandon moaned piteously. But, one hand on each of their chests, she turned and slowly, gently, eased herself down onto Matt’s glistening dick. It had a long time since she’d tried anal, but she remembered loving it. Matt couldn’t believe his luck and he groaned, biting her shoulder at the feel of her impossibly tight ass close around him. “Come here, baby,” she whispered to Brandon, opening her arms to him.

  “Oh God,” her husband moaned. Already near the brink, he hopped the bench and bent to slid himself back into his wife. Raising a leg, he put one foot on the table, using that to rock himself deeper into her. Gemma braced herself on Brandon’s shoulders. Matt’s hands gripped her hips. Brandon’s hands fisted in Matt’s hair. Gamma lowered herself onto the men, slowly at first, then faster, until she was fucking them as hard as she could. Their slippery, sweaty bodies moved in unison, pumping furiously. Gemma threw her head back, unable to keep from screaming when she felt t
hem come, her own body tightening in orgasm, her nails digging into Brandon’s back, Matt’s hands clenching on her thighs, pinning her to him.

  There was silence for a moment as they gasped for breath, leaning against each other.

  “Oh my God,” Matt whispered finally. “Holy shit, that felt so good.”

  “Yeah,” said Brandon, leaning down to kiss Matt’s shoulder. “Great idea, sweetheart.”

  Gemma laughed weakly, exhausted. “You guys maybe want to go to bed?”

  Matt nodded, resting his head on her shoulder blades. “Would you mind?”

  “Not at all,” said Brandon. “Besides the night’s still young. Who knows what could happen?”

  They all laughed as they disentangled themselves. Leaving their clothes where they were, they went up to bed, their arms around each other. Sweaty and exhausted as they were, when they got into bed, their bodies next to one another, Gemma felt Brandon’s cock harden again and, catching Matt’s eye, she licked her lips in anticipation.

  ***

  “Well, I can’t thank you guys enough for the past two weeks,” said Matt. He was freshly dressed and showered and standing in their front door. “Especially last night. It was one to remember.”

  “We should be thanking you,” said Brandon. “You reminded us of what’s really important.” He put his arm around Gemma, kissing her hair.

  “And don’t you forget it!” said Matt with a smile. “I gotta run, though, or I’ll be late for my flight.” He looked at them then leaned forward, kissing both of them on the lips; long, lingering kisses.

  “Let us know if you’re ever back in town,” said Gemma as he left.

  “Of course!” he called, waving as he got into the taxi.

  Gemma shut the door behind him, leaning against it and looking up at her husband. Brandon moved closer, smiling down at her.

  “Brandon, what are you --” But, in one quick movement, he had picked her up, pressing her back to the door. “Aren’t you tired?” she asked a little breathlessly.

  “Not in the least,” he murmured, nipping her earlobe.

  Gemma threw her head back, laughing. “Good,” she said, kissing him. “Me neither.”

  Her legs wrapped around his hips, Brandon carried his wife back up to bed.

  THE END

  Were Bears Dare To Tread

  (Bear Lake Series – Book 1)

  Chapter 1

  The Evergreen trees swayed in the breeze surrounding Bear Lake, with its crystal blue water rippling softly surrounded by subalpine meadows. Prickly rose, a small pink star-shaped flower, grew in the open woods and clearings around these meadows, usually near juicy patches of berries.

  His head buried in a large patch of berries, a dark brown bear with a distinctive hump on his shoulders was using his four-inch claws to forage for seeds, berries, roots, and grasses. His hump and nimble claws lent to his exceptional digging ability, providing both his power and dexterity. His long guard hairs on his back and shoulders stood straight up, showing their white tips which lent them a "grizzled" appearance.

  What one moment looked like relaxed berry picking, suddenly became hypervigilance as his massive head swiveled to look for predators such as mountain lions, wolves, and larger grizzly bears. He could just as easily become prey as he could miss out on an opportunity to put on weight for his winter denning. He must not have heard or sensed anything too concerning so he continued to feed on the berry patch, ingesting the juicy berries which he would then spread their seed over his broad territory around Bear Lake.

  Each time a small sound caught his attention, he turned his intelligent head toward it. He waited for the opportunity of a deer, elk, or small animal to happen across his path. He also roamed daily around the lake searching its small branching streams for salmon or other fish to capture which would fill his empty, growling belly. Because it was summer, he had to eat several months worth of food to tide him over past winter. He hadn’t eaten anything substantial in a few days at this point.

  His ears perked up in alertness when he heard the unmistakable dull, wet-lip smacking and high-pitched squeaking sound of a fawn clumsily picking its way through the dense foliage of the wilderness. He slowly walked toward the sound, rounding Big Bear Troller Cove to see the vulnerable light brown fawn, with his distinctive white speckled spots. The grizzly bear scanned the area for other predators and for the fawn’s mother, then went around the side of the Cove, cutting off the fawn’s natural exit. He stalked slowly around and surprised the young deer, who stood there transfixed in its vulnerability. The grizzly bear was just about to make that fatal swipe with his massive claw when he heard a large crack in a branch behind him and swiveled his head.

  The fawn wasted no opportunity to flee as soon as the grizzly bear was distracted. The massive grizzly turned toward a small woman trembling with her delicate hands wielding a fat log as a weapon. Her blonde hair blew in the breeze of her desperate panting. Her light brown eyes pinned the massive predator with her courageous stare. The grizzly bear roared his annoyance toward the woman, showing his long white teeth stained crimson by berries, which made them even more ominous. His ears and eyes looked tiny on his huge fluffy face with its wide gaping mouth.

  “Uhhh, ohhh,” the woman exclaimed, seeing the massive jowls open several inches. Bear’s black cavernous mouth, with its red teeth, was threatening her.

  She had interrupted his hunting. She gulped down her fear, looking around for her opportunity and path to escape. She wasn’t sure if she could outrun him and her mind was drawing a blank as to whether brown bears were the ones who could climb trees or not. Her heart hammered in her chest at the stupidity of getting between a bear and his dinner. Now she had taken the fawn’s place on his menu.

  The bear advanced slowly, picking his steps carefully, choosing the exact time that he would attack. The woman watched dumbfounded at the majestic rolling stride of the massive beast. He slowed his pace within only ten feet of her and then opened his jowls once again to let out an angry, complaining growl which served to make her knees quake in fear.

  She didn’t hesitate this time, turning on her heels and running as fast as she could down the well-worn path. Her blonde hair like a flag in the wind, picking up small twigs and seeds and briars as she ran. The relentless branches of the scraggly bushes that lined the path scratched at her face and tore her thin, white shirt. Her heaving breaths could be heard for many minutes afterward getting fainter in the distance as she escaped.

  Where the grizzly bear had stood, now a tall, broad, well-muscled, caramel-skinned man was in its place. His fine, straight black hair blew in the breeze across his high cheekbones. His deep-set black eyes narrowed as he watched her disappear down the path until he could see or hear her no more.

  He turned his head as he heard a familiar squawk and automatically put out his bare flesh arm as an enormous hawk, with a several foot wingspan, flew effortlessly to perch upon his forearm. The hawk turned its light brown head and trained its keen golden eyes upon the man as if listening intently and expectantly.

  “Did you see that? That meddling woman just scared away the only decent meal I am likely to get for a couple weeks. I could have…” The man said toward the hawk.

  Suddenly, the hawk lifted his beak, hopped off the man’s arm, and became a tall, lanky man with a patrician face, long nose, sandy-brown hair, and pale, thin shoulders.

  “Yeah, I saw it. You had the opportunity to make her your dinner, but I saw that you hesitated. Was it her fine fanny or killing humans in general which stopped you?” the man replied.

  “Chetan, I don’t prey on defenseless women, especially ones who are trembling like a leaf with a small log in their hands,” he said in response.

  “Chris, you should have at least swipe her to teach her a lesson. This is Bear Lake. And you are the most dominant bear around here,” Chetan said with a smirk.

  “What is she doing up here anyway? I thought the RV park d
own the mountain would contain her kind to their noisy televisions and they would leave us alone,” Chris asked.

  The smaller man looked at Chris, scratching his head with his long, slender almost claw-like fingers.

  “That’s Annabella Black, you know, the lady that the lawyers say has a claim to Bear Lake. I have been watching her. She is building a cabin over near the second cove off Bear Rock. She just got started with it and she is going slowly because she is doing it all by herself,” Chetan informed his friend smugly.

  “By herself? On Bear Lake? Is she crazy? There are less scrupulous werebears, werefoxes, and werewolves out here who would make quick work picking their teeth with her bones,” Chris said, his voice concerned about this new development in his community.