“You can stop being stubborn now, Sophia,” Tony added.
“Stubborn?” She gasped with shock. “Is that what you are calling it?” Then she whipped on her mother. “And how is this not God’s way? Tony lived here. He worked. Now I am in his place. I think this is God’s way. It’s my way. I paved my way and I am successful, even if you can’t see it.”
“You don’t need to do all of this. You can go back to the house in Long Island and let me take care of you. I know you preferred that. You could go get your nails done every week at that salon you liked and go out with your friends,” Tony went on.
He spoke as if Sophia had led a life of leisure and luxury with him, when in reality she slaved away cleaning the house without a maid and she never went out with friends because Tony was too jealous. Sometimes she got her nails done, as a way to unwind after a long week of cleaning toilets and keeping the house in the immaculate condition that Tony expected. He had nearly lost his mind when she had decided to go to school but he decided to humor her. He had even footed the bill and smirked when she talked about her classes. She was expected to still have the housework done by the time he returned from work if he even came home. Sophia decided to say so. “I gave everything to you. I didn’t go get my nails every week and I certainly didn’t go out with friends. I was trapped in your home it felt like, working away, cleaning up your messes and cooking. I couldn’t even go out while you were always gone.”
“That is what a wife is expected to do,” Angela snapped.
“You act so spoiled! Mi Dios!” her mother cried. “I raised you better than this, my child.”
“You would rather work than clean?” Angela tsked. “What is wrong with you? My son works hard. He is a good man. He will give you everything and he has given you everything. Why must you keep taking from him and being so stubborn? You have hurt him. Look at his eyes!”
When Sophia looked at him, she did not see any hurt. Only coldness. He was a chiseled man, handsome, but also hard as stone. He pretended to be perfect and could do no wrong. And that included ever expressing any emotion. To him, emotion made him weak. He clung to his masculine pride with an infuriatingly tight grip. Perhaps if he had broken down and pledge his love for her, swore to be faithful, and begged her to come back, perhaps then she might have reconsidered. But he never did any of that, not even once since she had left him. And now it was too late.
She steeled herself as she looked away from his stony face. If he would be cold, then she would be the same. “I am sorry if I have hurt Tony, but he has hurt me more,” she replied with coldness.
Tony snorted. “You are very stubborn, Sophia. That is a fault you need to work on if you want to be happy in life.”
“Do you think I care how you feel?” Angela spat. “This is my son! You are his wife!”
“Not for much longer,” Sophia replied.
“Mom,” she snapped, then she took a deep breath and shut her eyes as she felt the relaxation filter through her body from her deep inhalation. “Mom. I have had enough. I have had enough of all of you.” Then she opened her eyes and fixed them on Tony. “Especially you. You are…you are something else. And I want all of you out. I am done with this marriage and I am done being told what to do and who to be. I know you don’t understand me, but this is the life I want. And I don’t care if it is not my womanly duty or God’s way. It is what I want. I am a modern American woman. So please leave.” She opened the door and indicated for them to leave.
They all gasped and exchanged looks. Tony was the first to regain his composure. Without even a backward glance, he stormed out, unwilling to lower his pride any more for Sophia. He was not the kind of man to chase a woman. He only cared about himself. Angela and Lupe shuffled out after him, refusing to look at Sophia and muttering to themselves in shock about what a horrible and cold-hearted person she was. They did not even say good-bye to her. But her mother did yell one last thing about how she was a fallen woman and a bad daughter as Sophia closed the door and triggered the alarm system.
She was sure it would be weeks before they would even speak to her again. And maybe longer before she would be willing to speak to them.
Relieved to have the place to herself now, she collapsed on the couch and inhaled deeply. She couldn’t even really feel right now because she had experienced such a storm of emotion just moments before. Then she crossed to the kitchen to get some wine. As the red Merlot filled the glass and the scent filled her nostrils, she heard a knock. She groaned. “What now!” She was pleasantly surprised to look through the peephole and find both Franklin brothers waiting for her on the other side.
“Are you OK?” they asked, as she opened the door.
The brother exchanged odd looks. Then they asked if they come in.
Sophia groaned internally. Was this going to be another confrontation? Seeing Tony’s cold face and his unapologetic attitude had already hurt her enough, not to mention dealing with the combined forces of her mother and mother-in-law. Ex-mother-in-law, that is. She did not think she could handle another ugly ordeal. The expressions that both brothers wore did not bode well, either.
“Take a seat,” she said crisply. Then she began gulping down the wine. She was going to need it to get through this.
“Adam and I heard everything,” Blake began.
“And we know how you’re probably feeling right now,” Adam added.
“I couldn’t believe what Tony said to you. I thought he was a better man than that,” Blake apologized. His eyes were full of genuine empathy.
“I mean, what a pompous prick,” Adam blurted out.
Sophia stared at Adam, unable to believe he had spoken about Tony that way, and then she began to laugh. “That’s so true. He is such a prick. And I can’t believe I let him make me feel so bad.” It was a rush, calling him a prick. Never before had she actually spoken about him with anything but civility and respect. Even when she was furious with him over his mistress, she did not call him names. But it felt good to finally let all her pent-up anger out and blaspheme him for the prick that he really was. That simple word truly summed up everything about Tony!
“Listen, we don’t want you suffering. Especially by yourself,” Blake went on. “We are here for you.”
“Wow. You guys are…amazing.” Sophia sighed. “I guess it’s time to talk about, well, you know, about us.”
They exchanged looks again, which made Sophia nervous for what was to come next. Then Adam started. “That is indeed something we need to discuss.”
Sophia flopped onto an armchair across from them. “I know it has been unfair of me to keep you both on the line. The thing is, I like both of you so much. And I don’t want to have to make a choice.”
“We know that you are going through a rough time and we don’t want to add any more stress. So instead of making you choose between us, we have chosen,” Adam said.
Sophia was taken aback. “Really? And what have you chosen?” What on earth could this be? Who did they settle on? She had an idea that Blake was probably the nice one, conceding her to Adam. But she also hated the idea of them making this choice for her. It was a bit Tonyish of them, to assume what was best for her without asking her first. Wasn’t this her life and her choice?
What they said next blew her away.
“We want to propose something…something pretty unprecedented,” Adam continued.
“Something really unorthodox,” Blake volunteered.
“And if you say no, we understand. No hard feelings. But it is something that we would like to suggest. And it would make things, well, great for all of us. If you are down.”
“What is it?” Sophia demanded. She didn’t have patience for all this hemming and hawing.
“We propose that the three of us enter a relationship,” Blake stated bluntly.
“Not an incestuous one or anything. Blake and I won’t be dating,” Adam added with a nervous laugh. “Just wanted to make that clear that we’re not weird freaks like that. But
the two of us will continue dating you. And you will get to be with both of us, at your choosing.”
“No drama. No fighting. You let us know if you want one of us and we will share you. And,” Blake hesitated, “we might be open to all three of us getting together at the, you know, same time. I mean it’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked or anything.”
Sophia sat there in shock. She couldn’t process. Could her dirtiest fantasy, her most forbidden and secret desire, be coming true in real life? Or was she dreaming? This had to be a dream to follow the nightmare of earlier. She almost pinched herself to check if she was really awake. Had her family and Tony finally made her snap, sending her into a delusional psychotic break?
“What say you?” Adam said with another nervous laugh. Both brothers sat on the very edge of her couch, rubbing their hands together in the exact same gesture. Though they looked different and were two years apart in age, they might as well have been twins at that moment. They were both tense with anticipation, like coils ready to snap.
“I don’t know what to say,” she managed finally. “I think I need time to think about this.”
“Sure, sure.” They both nodded and jumped up, heading toward the door.
“I like the idea, don’t get me wrong,” Sophia added, making them both pause. “But…I was raised Catholic. This type of thing just goes against everything I believe in. I…I feel that is so wrong. It’s already been wrong, what we have been doing. This isn’t like me.”
“Sophia, you’re a grown woman and you’re living on your own. You can do what you want. Don’t let the Church or your family or society tell you what to do,” Blake said frankly. “If you want this, let’s do it. It is entirely up to you.”
“I just have to think.” Now she desperately wanted to be alone to process. Having the brothers here was too distracting.
“OK.” Both brothers glanced at each other awkwardly before leaving. It appeared to have taken all of their guts to propose this ménage to her. “You know where we live if you want to talk about this more,” Adam added as a weak joke before shutting the door.
Sophia leaned back in her seat. Her mind was spinning. How could she do this? Wouldn’t she burn in Hell? She glanced at the cross by her door and felt ashamed for all the depravity that it had already been witness to.
And then she thought about her talk the other day with Marcy. “If only you could have both. That would be the life.” She thought back to her filthy fantasies with both men fucking her at once. She thought about the difficulty of choosing one brother when both were so wonderful and perfect for her. She thought about the nuns at school and Tony and her mother, all recoiling and gasping in horror at what was going on in her life.
Too confused to think straight, she decided to go for a run. The pulse of the run, the feeling of her feet slapping the ground, and the brisk air stinging her face helped her focus. She didn’t really think about things as she ran. She just ran, feeling the world around her, feeling her heart rate elevating. She felt the friction of her jogging pants on her legs, and longed for the touch of not just Adam or Blake, but both of them.
When she stopped for breath, she felt rather than thought. And it became clear to her what she was going to do. She knew it rather than decided it. It was crazy and it was bizarre. It was even depraved and horrible in the eyes of the Lord.
She had already broken with tradition in the past. She had taken a huge leap of faith and had not fallen and died as her mother had predicted. Maybe everything else she clung to was also bogus that she could safely discard.
It couldn’t hurt to at least try it, right? No one had to know. This was her personal life.
Maybe Marcy would know, but no one else would. Marcy would be thrilled. She would cheer Sophia on, secretly wishing that she had this experience for herself.
She was going to do something that she had never imagined herself doing.
Chapter 7
With a beating heart and a dry mouth, Sophia rapped on the door of 27D. For once, she didn’t even notice the lack of a wedding ring on her finger as her fist made contact with the door. She was too focused on what was about to take place and the crazy jump she was making with her life.
Adam answered the door. He welcomed her inside, clearly nervous.
“Are you about to beat us with a broom?” Blake joked nervously. He was shaking a martini at the bar.
“No, actually,” Sophia said as she sat on the couch. “I am here to take you up on your offer.”
Both brothers grinned but didn’t say anything. They were clearly quite surprised.
“I – I have never done anything like this. I don’t know how it works or what to do. But I love both of you. I…I want us to be together. And I don’t want to have to choose. So I agree, this is the best thing for all of us. If this is what we all want, we should defy social norms and do it.”
“I am all for defying social norms,” Blake piped up.
“I’m honestly shocked. But I’m glad, too,” Adam added. “We really thought you would call us crazy and tell us both to get lost!”
“I just needed some time to think. You know that this is wild. Wild for the average person, and especially for someone with my background. You know I was raised Catholic and this type of thing is supposed to land me in Hell!”
“Are you scared of that?” Blake asked seriously.
“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “I can’t think about that right now. I can’t worry about Hell in my mortal life. All I know is, this is what I want. And so far, I have broken with tradition with the best results. So why not try breaking tradition all the way and trying something new?” She offered a flirty smile to cover up the way she was trembling. Though she was certain this was what she wanted, she was also still nervous.
“We can always break it off if it doesn’t work out,” Blake added. “It’s all about your happiness and your comfort level. We just want to see you smile. And we want to make you cum.”
“Then how about you give me an orgasm right now?” she suggested. Her boldness surprised even her. Typically, she was not so forward; she always played coy, especially with Tony, who would have been disturbed by such a bold suggestion from his good and proper wife. But nothing about this situation was typical. These two brothers smashed through her inhibitions and brought out the dirty, sexy, unrestrained side of her sexuality that she had never known existed before. Maybe it had been there all along, hiding under the surface imposed by her upbringing, or maybe the Franklin brothers simply turned her on enough to create this side to her. Either way, she felt no shame and she loved being so open about what she wanted. Especially since these two men were more than willing to oblige her every sexual fantasy and wish.
In fact, they were in love with the idea. They lived for her pleasure; they were like her sex slaves. The brothers exchanged excited looks, as the heat mounted between the three of them. This little love triangle was actually happening! Clearly her suggestion turned them both on to the extreme. They were already hard, as she could see through their tight work slacks. Their cocks were both large, and the fabric of their pants could not contain or disguise their interest.
“Both of us? Together?” Blake asked, just to be sure. He clearly was spellbound and couldn’t believe this was really happening.
Adam seemed to share his bafflement. “You mean like a threesome?” he asked to clarify.
“Yes.” This was her chance to back out. She could flee now, she told herself, and never speak to these two again. Just by saying no and running away right now in this moment, she could forever slam closed the door to this strange and uninhibited deviant world that she was standing on the edge of. But instead she said “yes”, and she plowed forward, and she was surprised by her own height of conviction. She wanted this, and it was going to happen.
Her gut tingled with adrenalin. Her nipples were already hard and her panties were soaked. With further strange boldness, she reached forward and took both of their hands and
guided them to her breasts. It took little time for them to feel the heat growing like a wildfire between her legs. Even through the lace of her salmon pink panties, they could feel how soaked she was becoming.
“I’ve never done this before,” Blake stammered through the block in his throat.
“Let’s just let our feelings guide us,” Adam said. “It will come naturally.”
Sophia nodded. “Yes. Let’s let instincts tell us what to do.”
“What if we hurt you?” Blake added. He was nearly petrified with trepidation.
“I will tell you,” she assured him.
“We won’t hurt her. It will be like normal,” Adam reassured him. “We are just doing what she wants, to make her feel good.”
Blake nodded, his neck tight and his expression still frozen. Clearly, he had not thought this through. He had probably assumed that Sophia would never be open to it, and that he would never be having his threesome with her and his own brother. The realization that all of this was happening was equally electrifying for Adam and Sophia, but they embraced it more quickly and warmly than Blake. Blake’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.
And then suddenly he let his horniness overtake him and dropped his inhibitions like a rock. Sophia could see the change come over him as he let his fears melt away and willingly followed her and Adam to the bedroom. He was the first to begin undressing, vigorously tearing off his pants, while Adam focused on undressing her and exposing her smooth brown skin to the refrigerated air of the bedroom. The cold was hardly the only reason why her nipples were hard.
Since she had already been with both brothers, she was thrilled with expectation as to how their different lovemaking styles would feel….at the same time. How would this be? Would they change in bed since they could see each other perform and it was a new situation?
Totally naked, she stood without shame while both brothers looked over her body and moaned with desire. They were both hard as diamonds. Then they began to fondle her and stroke her, licking her breasts and suckling on her neck. Feeling them both move around her and touch her felt so right, she couldn’t believe this could possibly be a forbidden act.
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