A Perfect Fit For Three
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Lena continued rocking her hips, grinding into two brothers who had her sandwiched tightly between their cocks. She couldn’t believe she was in this situation at all, let alone with two gorgeous, hard-bodied men.
“Hey! We’re back. Brock, Wes, where are you? Mom got some stuff for sandwiches if you’re hungry.”
Lena immediately stiffened and a sudden chill met her back as Wes pulled away from her. Then her entire body, still sizzling with erotic tension, shifted as Brock lifted her off him so he could stand. She sat in the grapes completely bewildered, barely noticing the scuffle around her.
“Are y’all in the stompin’ barrel?”
* * * *
“Jackson, we weren’t expecting you guys back so soon. Yeah, we were just showing Lena around the property and then wanted her to try out grape crushing before we slipped.” Brock tried to look casual.
Wes bent over and tried to help Lena get her dress buttoned up again. He worked to wipe all the grape schmutz off her face and hair, though considering how much they had rolled around in, the effort was futile.
“Oh, really? Lena, huh.” Brock didn’t like the tone in Jackson’s voice. It sounded like his troublemaker voice and nothing good ever came of it. Sometimes funny antics ensued, but not if one found oneself at the receiving end. “Isn’t she the girl you were going on and on and on about during din—”
“Shut up, Jackson!” Brock forced himself to control his anger, but Jackson made it pretty damn difficult. “Wes invited her to come over to see if she wanted to buy some wine for her business.”
“I see, so where is she and where’s Wes?” Jackson cocked his eyebrow, a smug grin on his face.
Then Wes popped up and looked over the rim of the wooden barrel. “Hey, Jack, what’s up? Sandwiches, eh? Great, I’m starving.”
Wes waved nonchalantly at his brother while he lifted Lena up to her feet.
Jackson walked up to her and held out his hand. Brock bristled. He couldn’t believe his brother’s gall. Lena took Jackson’s hand, mustering a tight smile, and cleared her throat.
She looked around her, clearly mortified and searching for a quick escape. “Well, I better get going, then. Beautiful property, guys, and I’ll…um…get back to you on the wine.”
Brock helped her out of the barrel, not wanting to prolong her discomfort.
“Well, hello, there. You must be Lenora. Oh, I’ve heard so much about you,” Margarite drawled with a big, warm smile and a bag of groceries in her arms.
Great.
He suddenly felt like an awkward teenager again.
“I’m Margarite, the mother of all these silly boys.” She giggled, clearly tickled to meet this mystery woman.
Even under all the drying grape juice, Brock could tell Lena’s face flushed with embarrassment.
“Well, it looks like you guys got into quite the mess in that barrel.” Margarite winked at her boys and went on. “Lenora, why don’t you get cleaned up and have lunch with us? Nothin’ fancy, just sandwiches and some iced tea out on the porch.”
Lena looked nervously at Brock and Wes, clearly unsure of what to do and neither brother offered much help. Brock wanted to rescue Lena from all this unwanted attention, but he also wanted to spend more time with her. Unable to come to a decision, Margarite made it for them. She walked up, shifted her groceries to her hip, and grabbed Lena’s hand with her free one, leading her away.
“Lenora—”
“You can call me Lena, ma’am.”
Lena had a genuine look of happiness on her face. To Brock’s relief, Lena actually looked smitten. His mother had that effect on people. She could make the surliest old fart blossom into a slaphappy fool.
“Okay, Lena, you can call me Margarite, or Maggie, or…mom.” She turned back to look at her two oldest sons with a devilish look on her face. “Let’s get you cleaned up. We have a guesthouse with a shower and nice, fluffy towels, and I’m sure we can find something clean for you to wear. You’ll be attractin’ sugar ants if you don’t get cleaned up soon.”
* * * *
Lena walked up the steps of the B&B, feeling confused, exhausted, but relaxed thanks to Wes and Brock. She also felt full, hydrated, refreshed, and happy, thanks to the Stones’s generous hospitality. She had spent the afternoon talking with Brock and Wes’s family, learning a lot about Liebling and its unique customs.
“Look what the cat dragged in. You sure have been gone long, Lena,” Edie said with a smirk. “And by the goofy look on your face, I’d say you were up to no good.”
Lena put her right hand up to her face, her left carrying a sack of wet, grape-juice-stained clothes, and shook her head as she tried to cover her grin and reddening cheeks.
“Edie, don’t tease me. I’m so confused.”
“You know, I caught a glimpse of the wine guy as he walked out and he was pretty hot, which you mysteriously didn’t mention when you told me you were going.” Edie gazed dreamily at the sky, as if indulging in the memory of Wes’s smoking-good looks. Then her serene expression broke. It looked like a light bulb went off in her mind. Her gaze met Lena’s dead on.
“You dirty vixen, you.” Edie had a massive grin on her face. She grabbed Lena’s hands and pulled her to the sofa, squealing with delight. Lena rolled her eyes knowing how much the girl loved a juicy story and hot gossip. “Spill it, girl.”
Lena gulped and tried to organize her thoughts as she sank into the sofa’s cozy cushions.
“Whoa, I know that look, Lenora Morgan. Something big happened. Well? Tell me.”
“Okay, okay. I’m just thinking. It’s really complicated. But did you know that Liebling is a menageamous town?”
“Way to change the subject, but sure, I’ll bite. What the hell do you mean, ‘menageamous’? And don’t think for I moment I’m letting you off the hook. I’m gonna find out about the naughty things you and this wine guy did.”
Lena decided it would ultimately make more sense if she started from the beginning. “The Stone family is made up of two dads and one mom and the dads are brothers.”
“Get the fuck out! Kinky.” Edie stared off for a moment as if digesting what Lena told her. “So that’s why I keep seeing women walking around with more than one guy on each arm.”
“And the men are usually friends or brothers or even lovers, but it’s always only one woman. Brock has a patient whose husbands were lovers first and then they met her later on.”
“Brock? Is that the wine guy?”
“Well…” Lena hedged, trying to decide if she was ready to own up to what happened in the wine barrel. If she told Edie, that would make it real and if it was real, it would be something Lena would have to deal with and confront.
She decided to tell Edie everything. The girl would squeeze it out of her eventually anyway. Like a bandage, it would be better to rip it off all at once.
“Not exactly. I mean, he’s not the same wine guy you saw yesterday. That guy was Wes. Brock is his older brother, who also happened to be the doctor I saw when I sprained my wrist. Small world, right?”
Edie looked stunned and titillated. “Very. Tell me more. So they have two dads and one mom and their parents are all married?”
“Yep.”
“Is that even legal? Isn’t that polygamy?”
“I asked them that, too, and actually, it’s legal in Liebling, which is German for ‘loved one’ or ‘darling.’ Did you know that?”
“Interesting.”
“So, Liebling was originally founded before Texas was annexed, so as part of the agreement to join the Union, the state allowed Liebling to remain legally polygamous but over time the town became solely menageamous.”
“What’s the difference?”
“Menageamous relationships are strictly one woman to more than one man. It kept the town small but every child in a family could be better cared for.”
“How come I’ve never heard about this before?”
“Well, this lifestyle isn’t exactly accepted ev
erywhere, so the town just keeps to themselves and those who know and are interested come down to visit or live here and those who aren’t…well, there’s really nothing they can do about it. They just have to ignore it.”
“Holy shit. What a fucking town! Can you believe it, Lena? I mean, what are the odds?”
Edie looked clearly thrilled by her newfound knowledge about their new home.
“I love this! It’s like free love but monogamous…menageamous. I totally get it!”
Lena smiled and held her breath, hoping this bit of information might be enough to get her off the hook about Wes and Brock, at least for a little while. When she saw that devilish look on Edie’s face, though, Lena knew she wasn’t going to get off so easily.
“Hold up. So back to the wine guy—guys? Oh. My. God. It’s guys isn’t it? Tell me what I’m thinking isn’t just a dirty fantasy but your dirty reality.”
Lena just smiled and nodded and Edie grabbed her by the arms and both of them squealed like schoolgirls, hopping up and down on the springy sofa. Lena told Edie every last sticky detail about what happened that day, from the car ride to that other ride she went on in the grape barrel. It felt good to get it off her chest, but in the end, she still couldn’t decide what any of this really meant.
“Edie, what should I do? This kind of behavior isn’t like me, and I don’t want to get distracted from the B&B. I mean, we haven’t even opened yet. I can’t just go off gallivanting around with a man on each arm.”
“Well, they seem like nice guys, right?” Edie asked.
“Definitely. They even offered to help us throw a grand opening party.”
“Lena, that’s awesome. What a great idea. I love parties. Well, shit, we got a party to plan, don’t we. We better get moving.” She started to get up and must’ve seen the sullen look on Lena’s face.
“Hey, you. Don’t look so sad. What’s happening with these guys is totally new and weird, but it’s exciting and you deserve to be happy and have fun for once in your life. And maybe nothing comes of it, but who cares. Just go with it, girl. Be good to yourself and live a little.”
Lena smiled and hugged Edie. She always knew just what to say to make her world feel right again.
Chapter 5
“Thanks again for making all this food, Margarite. Everyone is loving it,” Lena said as she brought an empty tray of hors d’ouvres back to the kitchen where Margarite busily took out a sheet of mini buttermilk pies from the oven and then arranged them on a cute porcelain cake stand.
“There are a lot more people than I thought there would be. I think Edie sent an invitation to every person she’s ever known and on recycled paper no less. I hope you’re not feeling too tired or overwhelmed from feeding all these people.” Lena gave her a sympathetic look.
“Oh, no, child. Think nothin’ of it.” Margarite flashed Lena an exuberant smile before she patted off the light mist of sweat on her forehead with the hem of her apron. “This is just too much fun. I am having a ball back here. You know I live to feed. Go ahead and take out these trays of pigs in a blanket and shrimp cocktail. Where are my boys to help you? Sake’s alive, I didn’t raise them to make their woman do all the heavy liftin’.”
“It’s fine. I can carry them. I know they’ve been pretty busy keeping the wine stocked. Your wine is so popular, they can’t seem to keep everyone’s glasses filled.”
Lena grabbed the trays and headed back out to the party before she could get her men into any more trouble with their mother. For the past couple weeks they had been courting, going on dates, and getting to know each other, but nothing serious had happened yet.
Her seemingly never-ending and unrequited lust drove Lena crazy, but she decided a good compromise between avoiding them and diving in head first, as Edie suggested, was to take things slowly for a while and see how it went.
So far, she was having the time of her life and did a pretty good job of keeping their relationship somewhat chaste.
Somewhat.
“Hey, beautiful.” Wes leaned in and gave Lena a peck on the cheek. “Let me grab those from you.” After Wes set the trays on the serving table, he handed Lena a glass of wine.
“Try this. You haven’t tasted this vintage yet.”
She swirled the dark liquid around in the glass before sticking her nose in and inhaling. She took a sip and savored it the way Wes and Brock showed her. She still felt slightly silly, making such a fuss over a beverage, but she had to admit she now tasted things in a way she never had before and her men opened her eyes to a whole world of new sensations. Soon, she would let them teach her about something else that had nothing to do with food.
“Mmm, it’s good, real fruity with just a hint of oakiness.”
“That’s right. It’s a barrel-aged Syrah I’ve been dying for you to try.” Wes looked so proud of himself for getting her interested in wine. Before the Stone brothers, Lena hardly ever drank alcohol and when she did, she’d usually opt for a nice, ice-cold beer.
“The party’s a hit so far. Edie’s been doing her thing, mingling and networking. She said she’s meeting a lot of people and getting our B&B’s name out there, which is so great.”
“That’s wonderful, Lena.”
“She even said that a few of the party guests are from out of town, God knows who all she sent her invitations to, and they want to spend the night, so we’ve got our first customers.”
Lena knew her face beamed as she spoke. She could tell her excitement pushed at the corners of her lips, forcing the apples of her cheeks up into the creases of her eyes. She hugged Wes with one arm, burying her face in his chest, and then her smile grew even wider when Brock walked up. He bent down and kissed her on the top of her head.
“Lena, if you ask me, this is a great party. It looks like we’ve got the whole town here, and by the piles of empty bottles in the trash, I’d say they’re having a lot of fun. And I’ve got Jackson and Ethan manning the bar. It’s good to keep those two out of trouble.”
Edie walked up wearing a flowing haltered green sundress with beading along the neckline that looked vaguely ethnic. She wore strappy sandals and her dark brown hair piled wildly on the top of her head.
Beside her was an accessory Lena had never seen before. There stood a notably large, older woman who made Edie look positively Lilliputian. She must have been taller than even Brock. Lena looked down at the woman’s orthopedic shoes and noted that she wasn’t wearing heels. To say this woman was a giant wouldn’t have been much of a stretch.
“Lena, this is Mara Wallace and she’s one of our out-of-town guests who will be staying with us tonight. She wanted to meet the other half of The Sweet Spot.”
“It’s so nice to meet you, Mara. I hope your stay with us will be comfortable and please let us know if you need anything at all.” Lena smiled, extending her hand, and gulped when the woman’s hand completely engulfed her own.
Mara held a stiff-looking drink in one hand and a cigarette dangled from her lips. Even over the smoke, Lena could smell the geriatric odor of arthritis ointment.
“Yes, dear, I imagine my stay will be quite,” Mara looked around at her surroundings, “enjoyable.” Mara’s lips upturned in what was likely supposed to be a smile but came out looking more like a sneer.
Lena got a strange sense of déjà vu. Something seemed oddly familiar about this women and she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
“Lena, I’ve got to run. There’s a lot more mingling to do,” Edie said, fluttering away like the social butterfly she was.
“So, Mara, how’d you find out about Lena and Edie’s little home away from home?” Wes asked.
“Oh, I just happened upon an invitation at a friend’s house in Austin and thought, what the hell, I’m traveling a bit, why not make a stop in Liebling. I’d never heard of it before.”
“Which friends?” Lena asked, trying to figure out if she had any connection with the woman.
“I’m sorry? Whose friends?”
“The invitation. Who were you staying with in Austin? Edie and I are from there, so I was just curious as to the connection.”
“Uhh…” The woman struggled to find her words, which struck Lena as odd. “The Walkers. They’re an old Austin family.”
“Huh. I don’t know them. Must be acquaintances of Edie’s. Anyway, enjoy your stay here, ma’am, and again, please let me know if I can help you in any way, any way at all.”
Lena gave the woman a nod and pulled both her men away with her.
“She’s quite the woman,” Wes joked.
“Yeah, like a linebacker,” Brock concurred.
“There was something about her, something very familiar, like I know her. But I’m sure I’d remember a woman who looked like that. She’d be hard to forget.” Lena rested her chin on her closed fist and tried to place this woman, but then decided to leave it alone. It was probably nothing. “Oh well, whatever.”
“Lena, I haven’t had the chance yet to tell you how beautiful you look tonight,” Wes growled in her ear, making her skin break out in goose bumps and her nipples tighten to firm little peaks.
Lena had decided to dress up tonight and wore a vintage cocktail dress she’d purchased at a thrift store. It came straight out of the ‘50s with light blue and champagne-colored silk Chantilly lace and made her feel demure yet glamorous. What made it perfect was its deep boat neck, which showed off her décolletage and gave her men easy access to the sensitive spots on her neck and shoulders.
Just as she intended, Wes leaned down and gently nipped at the spot where her neck curved into her shoulder. His teeth on her skin sent a jolt of electricity straight to her clit, making her muscles clench with desire and her entire body warm from head to toe.
“Beautiful, let’s go some place with a little more privacy.” Brock stood in front of her and nibbled her ear. This second bolt to her clit was too much to bear and her pussy ached to be touched. After weeks of fooling around, her body couldn’t take another moment without these men inside of her, invading her with their strong, thick fingers, wet tongues, and hard shafts. Lena looked into her men’s eyes, darkened with lust, and saw the hunger stirring in them.