We sat at the table for at least another hour, talking about ourselves, our pasts, just getting to know each other, but eventually we had to part ways for the time being.
We shared a lingering kiss before we left the coffee shop. When the kiss ended, Erin’s eyes were wide. Hopeful. It made me feel hopeful too.
Erin
Expensive suits, helicopters, fancy hotel rooms; typically I wasn’t someone who found myself impressed by money. I wasn’t now either, which would never change. But money wasn’t the reason I liked Caleb and Jackson, not by a long shot. And sure, they were both damn good to look at, but that wasn’t it either.
No, it was because they were caring and attentive and kind. I loved the bond they shared, the way they always looked out for each other and had for the last fifteen years.
I wasn’t kidding when I told Jackson it was a lot to think about. It was. My life would completely change if I started to date them for real. Sure, I’d have to do some research into healthy polyamorous relationships, but at the moment, that didn’t make me nervous. No, what made me nervous was what people would say. Would they think I was greedy? Would they think I was a slut?
Hell, what would my mom say? I knew she wanted me to be happy, but being with two guys might be a lot for her.
In the past, I was normally pretty good about letting what people said roll off my shoulders, but because this was all so new, I knew I was going to be sensitive about it. Maybe I wouldn’t say anything about it until I was more sure of everything, that way I’d have time to get used to it all.
However, my plans to keep my budding new relationship with Jackson and Caleb to myself didn’t last that long.
The girls wanted to go clubbing that night and they weren’t going to take no for an answer.
“The only way we’ll let you weasel out of it this time is if you’re dead,” Hanna had quipped.
Though I wanted to spend time with my friends, I also really wanted to spend time with Jackson and Caleb. Jackson and I exchanged phone numbers before we left the coffee shop and I reluctantly got out my phone to text him.
I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it to the club tonight, I wrote. My friends wanna go clubbing and insist that I be there since I’ve missed the last few nights.
You have to go! Jackson responded a minute later. Your friend is only getting married once after all. And since you live here in Vegas, we’ll have plenty of time to spend together once the wedding is over.
I sighed in relief, thankful that he was so understanding.
* * *
Crappy drinks, crappy service, and gross, grabby guys, We walked out of the second club that night, finding it to be a total bust.
“Where should we try next?” Sascha asked. “I’m not ready to call it a night because I haven’t even got to dance yet!”
“Oh, I know,” Greer said. “One of the guys said there was this great new club on Fremont Street. We should check it out!”
Sascha’s face lit up. “Yeah, let’s go!”
My blood ran cold. Realistically, I knew there was more than one bar or club on Fremont Street. I just wasn’t ready for my new life and my old life to collide just yet.
“What’s it called?” I asked, praying they’d name some club I’d never heard of.
“The Overground,” Greer said.
Hanna laughed. “What a strange name.”
“I haven’t heard great things about the Overground,” I said quickly. “It’s dirty or they gouge you on drinks or something.”
Sascha rolled her eyes at me. “Come on, Erin. We have to at least check it out before we call it a bust. Don’t you know it’s three strikes and you’re out? We can’t go home until we at least check out the Overground first.”
“Yeah!” Greer cheered. “Besides, this is my wedding week, so you all have to do what I say!” She burst into giggles because she was the least authoritative of the four of us.
All I could do was sigh and pile into the Uber behind them.
It felt really weird to walk into the Overground with Greer, Sascha, and Hanna. I trailed behind them, hoping they didn’t see the friendly wave Butch, one of the bouncers, gave me. I knew I couldn’t be seen at the bar where they would definitely recognize me. Thankfully, Hanna and Sascha volunteered to grab the drinks while Greer and I commandeered a small table along the wall.
“I love this place!” Sascha said when they came back. She danced to the music, the drinks in her hands threatening to slosh over the sides.
“I thought you said this place sucks, Erin,” Hanna said. “I like it.”
“What did Erin say?” a voice said from behind me.
“Oh, hello,” Hanna said in an unsure voice, looking behind me.
I turned around and there was Caleb looking hot as hell in another one of those tailored suits.
Despite my embarrassment, my heart began to beat wildly, excitedly, in my chest at the sight of him. He smiled at me.
“Do you two know each other?” Sascha asked. She’d stopped dancing and stared at us.
Caleb opened his mouth to speak. I interrupted him and quickly said, “We’re acquaintances!”
He wore a bemused expression. “Indeed,” he agreed.
“So how do you guys know each other?” Hanna asked, watching us intently.
Caleb grabbed an empty chair and placed it next to mine, forcing Hanna to scoot her chair over.
“We actually met at another club here in Vegas. I was looking for one to buy before I settle on this one,” Caleb replied.
Thank God he hadn’t told them the truth. I was neither drunk enough or ready enough for that particular conversation.
“Wait, you own this place?” Sascha asked, squealing in excitement. “We just got here and I already love it!”
“I do too!” Greer chimed in.
“So what do you do?” Hanna asked, her eyes flickering between me and Caleb.
“I’m something of a businessman.”
I downed my entire drink.
“Really? That’s so cool!” Greer said. “I hope to be soon too! I’m planning to open a yoga studio.”
“That sounds incredible,” Caleb said, smiling at her. Greer might be an engaged woman, but she still blushed scarlet from Caleb’s attention.
“So how did you become a businessman?” Sascha asked.
“Well,” Caleb began, “I consider myself a connoisseur first and foremost.” He glanced over at me and rested a hand on my thigh. “I set my sights on beautiful or profitable things and go after them.”
I saw Hanna’s eyebrows shoot up. Way up.
Caleb’s hand began inching its way higher.
I abruptly stood up. “Bathroom!” I announced, and took off toward the women’s restroom.
Once there, I stood in front of the sink, staring at myself. The door opened and I looked over to see Hanna walk in.
“Okay, what the hell is going on, Erin? Who is that guy?” she asked, her arms crossed over her chest.
I bit my lip, trying to come up with something to say. I couldn’t. In the end, I blurted out, “I’ve had sex with him!”
Hanna’s face lit up. “I knew it! Is he the reason you kept ditching us? Because if he is, I must say, great job. He’s so hot.”
“Okay,” I decided, “I want to tell you everything, but we have to ditch Sascha and Greer first.”
Hanna grinned widely at me and, in a matter-of-fact voice, said, “It’s done!”
Jackson
I was lounging at the bar when I got a text from Erin.
Hey! it read, I’m here at the club. My friends decided they wanted to check out the Overground.
I’m at the bar, I reply, feeling excited. I didn’t expect that I’d get to see Erin again today after she texted me earlier.
A few minutes later, Erin, accompanied by a short, curvy black woman, walked in.
“Hi,” I said, standing to greet them.
Erin gave me a quick kiss on the lips. When she pulled away, I s
aw that her friend’s eyes were wide.
“Hanna, this is Jackson,” Erin introduced. “Jackson, this is one of my best friends, Hanna.”
Hanna and I shook hands, and she smiled at me.
“So is Jackson the reason you’ve been sneaking out?” Hanna asked, looking at Erin.
Erin looked uncertain of herself, but she replied, “Yes.”
“What about that other guy then? The one at our table?”
“That’s Caleb,” Erin explained. “He’s the other reason I’ve been sneaking out.”
“What?” Hanna asked in confusion. Then realization dawned across her face. “Oh!” She gently swatted Erin’s arm. “Damn girl, you should have told me! I would have helped you sneak out,” she said, giving me an appreciative look. I grinned at her. I liked Hanna already.
Relief spread across Erin’s face. “I was nervous to tell you.”
“Why? Because you thought I’d think you were a big slut?” Hanna joked.
Erin grimaced, making Hanna’s eyes widen. She wrapped an arm around Erin. “No, I was just kidding, Erin. I don’t believe in slut-shaming other women, you know that. And I’d especially never slut-shame you! I love you and just want you to be happy. You know, as long as you’re not kicking puppies or murdering little old ladies or something like that.”
“No, nothing like that,” Erin said, hugging her friend back.
When they parted, Hanna asked, “So Jackson and Caleb are the reason you’ve been so sneaky.”
“Well, not just that,” Erin admitted.
* * *
When I told Hanna about the Dungeon, she immediately asked if she could go down there. Erin looked surprised at her friend, but nevertheless looped her arm through Hanna’s as we rode the elevator down to the basement.
Hanna’s eyes were wide when the elevator doors opened. Even Erin looked a little dazed and she’d been down to the Dungeon a few times already.
Moaning filled the room as I guided the women over to the closest room. The door was closed, but there was a window that allowed you to see inside. Each window had a panel that could cover the window if the participants were comfortable being watched. I found most people liked being seen.
Inside, a woman knelt on the ground before three men, taking turns blowing them.
“These are BDSM scenes,” I explained. “We’re allowed to watch, but we can’t intrude on them, not unless they ask if you want to and you’re okay with it.”
We continued down the hall, peering inside the windows. There were men wearing assless chaps and black buskins and people have threesomes or foursomes. In one room, a woman was suspended from chains on a St. Andrews Cross, crying out as she was flogged. Erin grew a little red when she saw that, no doubt thinking back to two nights ago when she was in a similar situation.
By the time we reached the end of the hallway, Hanna’s face was bright red and her eyes were dilated, her chest heaving. Oh yes, she was definitely into it.
“Would you like to try?” I asked her gently, trying not to push her into it if she wasn’t ready.
Hanna seemed unable to speak, but she nodded.
“Wait here,” I said, and went to see if Master Stone was available. I found him in the lounge we set up for people to relax or just hang out with like-minded if they wanted to.
I brought him over to Hanna and introduced them.
From Italy and with a strong accent that many men and women were charmed by, Master Stone was perfect dom for people new to BDSM. He whisked Hanna away to a room. She didn’t even turn back, far too aroused to even say goodbye to Erin.
“Wow,” Erin said. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
“You’d be surprised by who is into BDSM,” I said, looping my arm through hers and leading her back to the private room. Our room.
I found myself surprised too when Erin stripped naked and dropped to her knees before me mere seconds after I closed the door.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since we met,” she murmured.
I couldn’t say I hadn’t thought about it too.
She made quick work of my fly and pulled my cock from my pants. Leaning forward, she nuzzled it with her face and stroked it until I grew hard.
She looked like a goddess as she opened her mouth and swallowed me whole, choking around my cock. She pulled off and immediately dove back in, bobbing her head as she sucked me. God, she was good at that, slowly taking me apart, building the tension into what I just knew was going to be an incredible orgasm.
Her ex was a dipshit if he had this, had Erin, and threw away like that.
Sometime during the blowjob, Caleb walked in and sat on the couch, intently watching us.
Not long after that, I felt my balls tightened and I knew it was time. Erin noticed the change in my demeanor and grabbed my hands, putting them on either side of her head. That only meant one thing.
I held her head and began pumping my cock into her mouth, starting slowly and building my way up until I couldn’t take it anymore and came, my cum shooting into her mouth. When I was done, Erin pulled back and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
That little action made me wish I could get hard again ASAP and enter her mouth again.
We joined Caleb on the couch and began talking about what else we should do.
“There is something else I’ve been thinking about,” Erin admitted. “Something I’ve always wanted to try.”
“What is it?” Caleb asked quickly.
“Well,” she began, “I’ve always wanted to fuck two guys at the same time.”
Wasting no time, I said, “Let’s get a hotel.”
* * *
I watched as Erin lay flat on her back, Caleb’s face between her legs as he enthusiastically ate her pussy. She moaned, holding onto his head. Her back kept coming off the bed, her body curling toward Caleb.
She begged for Caleb to finger, but he refused to. “You haven’t earned it yet,” he said and she whined.
He moved his tongue to her entrance and started to tease it, flicking his tongue up and down over it, spreading her apart and circling it while he rubbed her clit with his fingers.
“Please,” she begged. “Please, I need you and Jackson so bad. So fucking bad.”
Caleb pulled away and looked at me. “What do you think, Jack?” he asked. “Do you think she’s ready for our cocks?”
“Hm,” I said, pretending to think about it. In truth, I was ready to fuck her, my cock so hard and jutting from my body. I’d lazily stroked it as I watched them, not wanting to get too keyed up before I had the chance to have sex with her. Though I did enjoy watching her beg for it.
“Please, Jackson,” she said, turning to me. “Please, God, I need you both so much.”
“Alright,” I replied. “I think she’s ready, Caleb.”
Erin sighed in relief, her tits bobbing with the movement.
Caleb grabbed Erin and flipped her over, pulling her ass into the air. He crawled around to her face as I positioned myself behind her.
“Do you still want to fuck us at the same time?” he asked.
“Yes!” she cried, “Yes, more than anything.”
Caleb and I grinned at each other, both guiding ourselves into her at the same time.
Erin moaned, the sound muffled by Caleb’s cock in her mouth.
We both started slow, taking our time despite the fact that Erin urged us to go faster, harder. Deeper.
No, we both wanted to draw this out, make it last. We’d waited for this, wanted it desperately. Fucking a woman at the same time was a huge kink of ours. I’d never do it with another guy, but I loved sharing this experience with Caleb.
I stuck my finger in my mouth at one point, getting it sopping wet, and pressed it against her asshole. I didn’t move until Erin pulled off of Caleb’s cock and said, “Keep going.”
My thumb rubbed her hole, circling around it again and again.
A little later, Caleb nodded at me and we traded places. I couldn’t belie
ve Erin was about to suck my cock for the second time that night.
I didn’t last long after that, cumming down her throat a second time.
Worn out, I flopped back and watched until Caleb came too, pulling himself from her pussy and plastering her ass and back.
Erin looked strained, like she needed more, so I grabbed her and guided her onto my face. She eagerly rode me while I lapped at her clit, while I sucked it, tonguing it as it was between my lips.
Her hips began to pick up the pace, and I knew she was close, so close, so I did too, sucking her harder, moving my tongue faster.
She shouted as she came, her hands grasping my hair as her hips still, body spasming. Slipping my tongue inside her, I felt her pussy spasm too, contracting around it.
Erin rolled off of me and flopped back on the bed.
“Holy fuck,” she said, a dazed expression on her face. “That was incredible. When can we do it again?”
* * *
During the night, I got up to go to the bathroom. I was just shaking off when I heard shouting. I rushed into the bedroom and found Caleb yelling and thrashing. Erin sat next to him, grabbing him by the shoulders.
“Caleb!” she yelled, attempting to wake him. “Caleb!”
Gasping for air, he jerked awake, looking around the room. He noticed Erin kneeling by him and me standing there, watching him.
“Shit,” he mumbled, scrubbing a hand over his face. No doubt he was reliving whatever nightmare he’d just had.
After a moment, he turned to Erin. “I’m so sorry you had to see that,” he said.
“It’s okay,” she replied and stroked his hair. “My dad was a vet and he used to have night terrors all the time. I’ve seen them before, many times.”
I decided to let Erin handle it, quietly moving over to the couch and hoping they’d forget about me for the time being.
It wasn’t exactly a test, but I did want to see how Erin dealt with Caleb’s nightmare. To see if she could handle it. It was the only way to know for sure if this would work out.
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