The Hudson House Three (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Louisa Neil

  “If you keep that up, I’m going to lose it and come.” Mason’s tone left no room for interpretation. His fingers bit into her waist, and he held her tight to him. “One more stroke, Jeff, and I’ll come.”

  Jeff looked down at Alice. She was beautiful. Her eyes were closed, and she was letting the men ride her. Her blonde hair was tossed and her chest still shiny from their cum. She opened her eyes to look at him, her blue eyes staring at him.

  “Do it, Jeff. Make us all come. This is one of my fantasies, both of you fucking me until I can’t come anymore.”

  Jeff drew a breath and pulled his cock almost out of her body. Then he slammed back inside her with all his might. She gasped as he repeated the move a few more times. Under her, she felt Mason still and then relax. Her own orgasm hit, milking their cocks deeper inside her. Jeff came when she reached up and pinched his nipples. She used more pressure than he might have expected, and he shot his load in her pussy.

  The three of them stilled, all breathless. Eventually, Jeff let his body drop to the side, his cock slipping from her. Mason lightened his hold on her, and she rolled to the side, between the men, reluctantly releasing his cock from her body. They lay there for a few moments as one complete unit, Jeff on her left and Mason on her right. When her breathing began to normalize, she sat forward and, with a hand on each man’s cock, pulled off their condoms.

  “I love to watch your cum drip down your cocks.” Alice began to stroke each man’s cum-coated cock. “I like our Sunday mornings,” she teased. She dozed with a cock in each hand, their cum spread between her fingers.

  * * * *

  Later that afternoon Alice woke alone in her bed. If it hadn’t been for the cum stains on her body, she might have thought she dreamed the morning interlude with Jeff and Mason. Glancing to the bedside clock, she saw it was after three in the afternoon. Stretching each of her muscles before attempting to get up, she could still see the rain hitting the window.

  She reluctantly showered off their essences and took time to deep condition her hair and skin. An hour later she was dressed in warm sweatpants and a zipper-front hoodie. She’d left off the bra on purpose, not wanting to feel the wires pinching her all day. She straightened her bed and headed downstairs, suddenly starving. There was nobody else around. In the kitchen, she found a note on the counter telling her breakfast was in the microwave and the men were in the lab. She decided after her stomach rumbled loudly to stop and eat. Someone had put the Sunday newspaper on the table beside a place setting for her. After a few seconds in the microwave, she enjoyed the fluffy egg omelet stuffed with sausage and cheddar cheese.

  Sated in all ways, she wandered around the old house, taking in each room as if it were the first time she was seeing it. That was when it struck her. While the main doors to the house were alarmed, the rest of the house was completely unprotected.

  Alice found both the men in the lab, each at their own station deep in thought. Neither noticed she was there until she cleared her throat. “Good morning,” she said, pausing to brush her lips over Mason’s cheek and then walking to Jeff’s area and repeating the process.

  “I had wonderful dreams this morning,” she told them, her smile slipping through a stern look.

  “Any of them you want to reenact?” Mason had closed his computer and was giving her his full attention.

  “All of them,” she teased. “But...”

  “What is it, Alice? You’ve got that look.”

  “I was wondering if you had given any thought to our security here. I know the main doors are alarmed, but none of the windows are, and more importantly we have no real security here at the lab.” She scooted her bottom onto the desk beside Jeff’s computer.

  “I hadn’t,” he admitted.

  “Well, I have.” She jumped down from the desktop and walked toward the back of the lab, to the spare room they were using as storage. “I’m thinking with the work we do here, we should have more control of who enters, especially if we’re not here.”

  “Do you think Marilyn or Cook will be a problem?”

  “No, not at all. Actually, I was thinking more about the workmen who will be in the home over the next months. Isn’t the painter due to start tomorrow in the gym?”

  Jeff sat back in his seat and stretched his arms above his head. “I hadn’t thought about it. I suppose I figured Marilyn would keep an eye on them.”

  “But she can’t be everywhere at the same time.” Mason took a deep breath. “Truthfully, I hadn’t given security a thought since we’ve been here. It all feels so natural.”

  “I’d like to put in a separate security system here in the lab to start.”

  “Do it,” Jeff told her. “Order whatever you think we’ll need.”

  “I suppose if we have clients coming here on occasion, they’d feel better if they saw we were serious about protecting their privacy.” Mason ran his right hand through his dark hair, pushing it from his face.

  “Then we’re agreed?”

  She got a yeah from Mason and yes from Jeff. “I’ve got one other idea,” she told them. “This back room.” Alice opened the door to the windowless storage room they’d stacked their empty crates and boxes in. “I think we could use a private lounge here. One that nobody would be able to breech. It would give us some privacy when we wanted to relax during the workday.”

  “Do it,” Mason said with a leering smile.

  “A private lounge for relaxing during the work day. I like the idea, too.” Jeff stalled a moment before adding, “Why not look around the upstairs rooms and see if there’s any old furniture we could use down here. If not, go shopping and find what you think will be suitable for our down time here.”

  “Maybe a few lounge chairs,” Mason said. “Something hip height that we can toss you over when we want to fuck you from behind.”

  “I like your way of thinking,” Jeff added. “But now that you mention security, we’re going to need some kind of black-out shades for this room, too. I don’t care if you cover them with curtains, but I definitely would prefer to know we’re not being watched.”

  “I’ll take care of it.” Alice wandered to her desk and pulled out a tape measure and a yellow pad. She tucked a pencil behind her ear and went back to the storage room, which she was now going to turn into their private sex lounge. She spent the afternoon measuring and debating how to best set up the room for the activities she had in mind. She agreed to the blackout shades in their lab but didn’t remind the men that it was already a windowless room. But she’d add decorative drapes to make it feel less industrial.

  * * * *

  That night Mason and Jeff met in the kitchen at seven. They had left Alice in the lab, getting a dismissive hand gesture when they asked her if she was hungry. Jeff had warmed a chicken casserole Cook had left for them, while Mason tore up salad greens. He used a bottled dressing, as his kitchen abilities weren’t up to making his own dressings as Jeff would.

  They shared the rest of the Sunday paper as they ate, making a tray for Alice as they loaded the dishwasher. When it was ready and covered with foil, Mason decided to turn in. “I’ll drop this off at the lab,” he told Jeff. He took the sports section of the paper and tucked it under his arm as he lifted the tray. “See you in the morning.”

  “Yeah,” Jeff told him absentmindedly.

  Mason paused in the doorway. “Something wrong? You seem preoccupied.”

  “Just strange thoughts,” Jeff told him. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you in the morning.”

  “Okay. You let me know if you want to talk it over.”

  Mason left, detouring to the lab and putting the tray near Alice’s workstation. He got a mumbled thanks and glanced at her computer screens. One was set to security systems, and the other had furniture displayed. Before her on her laptop was a schematic of the storage room Alice was apparently going to turn into a lounge of sorts.

  “Need help?” he asked, but Alice was too far into the process to stop. “Let me k
now if you need anything.” He ruffled her hair and left, knowing that until she was finished nothing else would matter.

  Upstairs in his room, he tried to relax. Television didn’t hold his attention, and neither did the newspaper. He pulled his computer onto his lap but found he was playing solitaire. “This is useless,” he said aloud and closed the machine. He put it aside and stripped off his clothing, pulling on a terry-cloth robe from his bathroom. Barefoot, he padded downstairs to the pool area. He wasn’t really surprised to find Jeff soaking in the whirlpool.

  “Would you rather be alone?” Mason asked.

  “No, I just couldn’t concentrate on anything. I figured it was best to just walk away for a while.”

  Mason dropped his robe and dove into the pool. He swam laps until his lungs burned. He pulled himself up onto the side of the pool and grabbed a towel from the stack on a nearby table. As he blotted the water from his face and hair, he noted Jeff was staring at him. “Okay, what’s up? We’re friends and business partners. Talk to me.”

  Jeff looked away. “It’s not easy to talk about.”

  “Try starting somewhere, and the rest will work itself out.”

  “It’s just—” Jeff started and hesitated. “Fuck, it’s just that since this morning when I covered your cock with the condom, I can’t get the image out of my mind.”

  “So from now on, I’ll put my own condoms on.” Mason continued to blot water from his hair.

  “It’s not that easy and not really the point.” Mason realized Jeff wasn’t looking him in the eye.

  “Am I supposed to guess?” Mason teased.

  “It’s just that I never thought about sex with a man in any way. Then Alice put us together and…”

  “And what? Are you curious or disgusted?”

  “I guess I’m curious.” Finally, Jeff looked directly at Mason. “I’m just not sure what I want to try and how far I want to go.”

  “So you’re struggling with a new side of your sexuality. I understand that. I’ll tell you one thing.” Mason walked to where he dropped his robe and hesitated. “If you want to experiment, whatever happens between us would never be disclosed. I can be discreet, Jeff.”

  Mason watched Jeff look around the pool area. It was dark out, and only the pool lights were on. Jeff pushed himself up onto the edge of the whirlpool, his cock hard. Mason walked to the whirlpool and dropped his towel. He stepped inside but sat on the edge across from Jeff. “Christ, you’re big.”

  “We’re about even in size and girth,” Jeff told him. He let his hand drop to his crotch and grasped his cock, stroking it back and forth. Mason watched Jeff, not letting his eyes waver from the other man’s. What he saw was confusion and lust. He was about to leave when he noted Jeff’s hand moving faster against his cock. Mason let his gaze wander down Jeff’s body. He was fit from all the exercise he forced himself to do each day. He had wide shoulders and a flat belly covered with a thin layer of dark hair. It chased down to encompass his cock like a halo. It wasn’t the first time Mason acknowledged that Jeff was a handsome man.

  They sat across from each other, each stroking their cocks. “What made you decide to shave your pubic hair?” Jeff asked, his voice squeaking as he spoke.

  “It’s not shaved, just man-scaped!” Mason teased. “I did it because it makes my cock look larger.”

  “I’ve never thought about cutting mine. Next to you, I feel like a wild animal.”

  “Then trim it. If you don’t like it, it will grow back.” Mason continued to handle his cock. “Look, I’ve told you before, if you’re interested in experimenting, I’m game. But you have to make the first move.” Mason studied Jeff’s face. “Is this your first move, or are we discussing this because I came in to swim?”

  “I’m not sure. But we’re both here naked. I figured it was a good time to talk alone.”

  “Think about it, Jeff. We’re adults. We’re sexual men. If you want to try something, just let me know.” He pushed himself up and grabbed the robe he’d dropped beside the whirlpool earlier.

  “Could we keep this between us for a while, at least until I think this all through? If Alice finds out I’m curious, she’ll have us fucking each other in no time.”

  “No problem.” Mason pulled on the robe and belted it tightly. “See you in the morning.” He left Jeff sitting alone on the side of the whirlpool, his cock in hand. All the way to his room he wondered if he was supposed to make a move on Jeff. Was he supposed to handle him or suck him, or was he supposed to offer Jeff his cock to touch and fondle? No matter what he thought, he was hard and aching for relief. Back in his room, he tried to decide what to do. Then it struck him. He fished through the DVDs he had hidden in the bottom of the television cabinet and pulled out two.

  One depicted two men satisfying one woman. The second was two men and one woman satisfying each other. He drew a breath and left his room, heading across the main hall to Jeff’s room. He knocked, not knowing if Jeff was there or still at the pool. He heard a muffled “come in” and opened the door a few inches. Jeff was pacing the length of his room. He was wearing a pair of silky-looking boxer shorts.

  “Hey, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” He walked into the room and closed the door behind him. “I thought these might help.” Mason took a few steps closer and handed the DVDs to Jeff. “I figured they couldn’t hurt. Maybe they’d give you some perspective.”

  “Thanks.” Jeff turned the discs over in his hand, glancing at the photos on the back of each one.

  “Jeff,” Mason said, “I have a question. I don’t need an answer, but it might help you work through this.”

  “Go ahead.”

  “I’m wondering if you had any curiosity about this in the past. If you’d ever wondered what it would be like to be with a man in any way.”

  “I don’t know. I guess occasionally I wondered but felt I was supposed to be what the world sees. I’m a man on the outside, so I’m supposed to fuck like a man.” He hesitated. “I’ve wondered but never told anyone about my curiosity or thoughts. In reality, the situation never presented itself before I met Alice.” He felt his face heat with embarrassment. “I let her use toys on me occasionally.”

  “Did you l like it?”

  “I let her do it, so I guess so. But I never had to admit it to her. Those times, she’d just take charge and use a dildo in me while she sucked me off.”

  “Alice does like to take charge when she’s in the mood.” Mason laughed at a memory he didn’t share. “So no men in college?”

  “No. I was too busy for most extracurricular activities. I had a part-time job and classes. The women I dated in college usually came on to me. It was easy to just say yes, get laid, and go back to work or school.”

  “Since then, you always had a girlfriend or fiancée to distract you.”

  “Basically,” Jeff acknowledged.

  “Watch the movies. You know you’re safe with Alice and me. Together or separate.” Mason headed back to the door. “Get some sleep. We have work to do tomorrow.”

  “Yeah,” Jeff mumbled, “and thanks for these.”

  “You’re welcome. Just remember to put them away unless you want Marilyn or one of the maids finding them.” Mason closed the door behind him and walked back to his room. He figured this was one way to let Jeff decide his interest.

  The rest of the night, Mason lay on his bed, watching other movies of threesomes. His included one woman and two men doing anything and everything possible to each other. He could only hope that Jeff would relax and try something new. He’d used Jeff’s image many a night to masturbate to, picturing them sucking each other off and fucking each other in different positions. His favorite was imagining Jeff on his knees before him, swallowing his cock while looking up at him, wanting Mason’s approval. He came on his belly and shut off the movie. He switched to the news and fell asleep.

  Chapter Eight

  Jeff was amazed he’d had the guts to have the conversation with Mason. For years he’d secr
etly wondered what it would be like to suck a man. He’d had women suck him off, and he’d often taken great pleasure in fucking their asses. It all seemed natural to him. Alice used toys to penetrate him. But that was different from letting another man fuck his butt and totally different than him being the sucker rather than the suckee. He put in the disc with the two men doing the woman but became bored quickly. He left his bed and, with a deep breath, switched out the movie. When he was settled back on the pillows, he hit the remote and watched as the three people on the screen satisfied each other equally.

  He watched intently as the men sucked each other and accepted it wasn’t different from the way any woman had sucked him. He’d fucked women’s butts and enjoyed it, always amazed how their anus would stretch to accommodate his cock. On the screen the woman had both men kneeling on the floor with their chests resting on a small bench. Each man had a huge toy in his ass, and the woman was using the plastic to fuck them.

  He noted the satisfied look on the woman’s face. Then he noted the serene look on the men’s faces as their bodies stretched to fit the dildos. He sat up and watched with rapt attention as the woman had the men change positions. One man would fuck the other’s ass for a bit and then drop back on the bed. The second man would take his place and fuck his ass. Back and forth they switched. The woman lay on the bed watching them, one hand pushing a dildo in her own anus, while the other pinched her nipple.

  The male actors were both blond with blue eyes. The woman was a brunette. The threesome was so visually different from his threesome, it was hard to imagine himself being one of the men. He squinted at the screen, turning the curvy brunette with nipple clamps into his blonde-haired, blue-eyed Alice. He froze the screen when there was a visual of the two men’s faces. In his mind one man became Mason. While he himself stood six foot two, Mason had at least another two inches on him in height. They both had brown hair, but Mason had blue eyes. His chin was somewhat squared. When he sat back and pictured Mason, he decided he looked like the actor, Dennis Quaid, albeit a few years younger than his current age. All in all, Jeff decided Mason Shelton was a handsome man. He’d never thought he was prissy or feminine. If he hadn’t been told, he never would have considered Mason to be bisexual.