ROMANCE: THREESOME : Billionaire Brothers' Party (MFM Menage Romance) (New Adult Contemporary Threesome Short Stories)

by Donovan, Astrid Lee

  Ian and Paula exchanged a triumphant look, before Paula leaned over the table and took my hand in hers. “We can take this as slow as we all want- there’s no need to rush into anything. Whatever pace you’re comfortable with, that’s the pace we’ll go at.”

  “Cool,” I breathed, my body all too aware of the way her finger was grazing my knuckle, sending shivers through my whole body. I couldn’t believe what I had just gotten myself into, but it all made so much sense. I hadn’t been satisfied in normal relationships because I had this compulsion to sleep with different people, but I enjoyed the comfort and warmth of really knowing someone well enough to settle down with them. I had no idea why this option had never crossed my mind before- it was sort of perfect for me. I looked back into Paula’s green eyes, and grinned. Yeah, this was the start of something good. I could feel it.

  “So…maybe we could go out on our first official date at some point soon?” Ian asked, his blue eyes excited. “Actually get to know each other a bit past the Craiglist ad.”

  “Sure, sounds great,” I nodded. “When would be good for you?”

  Suddenly, I felt Paula’s hand on my bare thigh. “How about right now?” Her tone was serious, sensual, sexy, and it was all I could do not to let out a small moan as I felt her caress my bare skin.

  I nodded, trying to keep my gaze steady, glad that the tables came with long tablecloths. “Yeah, I don’t see why not,” I replied. Ian looked between us, confused, until he glanced under the table to see his wife’s hand creeping towards my panties. His eyes widened, then jumped back to my face to watch my reaction. I shifted forward in my seat a little, opening my legs to allow her easier access to my pussy. I gasped as I felt her hook her perfectly manicured nails round the cotton of my panties, easing them down just far enough that she could dip her fingers into my wetness.

  I let out a moan as I felt her fingers graze my pussy lips, caressing the outside of my now-aching flesh. I looked up at her, forcing myself to meet her gaze, and my body practically convulsed- her eyes were sharper now, more focused, as she watched my face carefully, reading for every tiny, imperceptible reaction. My eyes flicked over to Ian, and the sudden realization that he was getting off on this just as much as we were sent another jolt down to my cunt. It didn’t feel like he was exploiting us, or using us for whatever weird fetish he wanted fulfilled; he was just fascinated, obsessed with the way his wife’s fingers were turning me on. My mouth opened a little, my lips parting just enough to let out a groan, loud enough for both of them to hear. Paula tore her eyes away from me for the first time at the sound, glancing at Ian triumphantly.

  The rain had started to pitter-patter on the window, covering up the sounds of the carnal deviancy that was taking place just under the table. I was surprised no-one had noticed us yet, but Paula was the queen of discreet- her face had barely changed expression, and anyone looking over at us would assume they had just caught us in a moment of ponderous silence. In that moment, I felt her fingers push inside me, testing me, as her thumb caressed my clit, and I struggled to stifle my gasp of pleasure. Even though it didn’t feel that much different than when my ex-boyfriends and hook-ups had done it, there was something about knowing that it was her - about her understanding of the way my body worked, the softness and deftness of her touch, that made it all the hotter. Trying to keep my upper body still, I rocked my hips slowly against her as she slid her fingers in and out of my slit. It was electrifying, a brand-new, utterly erotic sensation - better than anything I’d been able to imagine in the time I got alone with my vibrator. If this is what being with a woman was like, I didn’t know why I’d waited so long to try it.

  The knowledge, too, that we were being observed by Ian, added to the intoxication of knowing that we could be discovered at any moment, was causing a pressure to build between my legs. Paula’s thumb became more insistent against my clitoris, and I bit my lip, hard, to stifle the cry that I wanted to let out. Moving my hips even harder against her, I felt my orgasm building deep inside me, a release unlike anything I’d ever felt before - and then it came, holding the peak for a moment before the climax burst all over my body. I allowed myself to let out a heavy breath, feeling my pussy clench around her fingers again and again and again as my eyes flew open and I looked at them both - my girlfriend and my boyfriend, for all intents and purposes. As she pulled her fingers out of me, I let out a giggle at the ridiculous brilliance of the situation. It was so obvious to me now that it had been put in front of me, but this is what I had been looking for.

  As I caught my breath back, Ian began to speak. “Well, as brilliant as that just was, I think we should probably try and keep things relatively g-rated for this evening. Give ourselves time to think everything over before we jump into something we don’t know if we can handle.”

  I nodded, exchanging a wicked look with Paula. I was in no rush to jump into bed with them - I actually wanted to get to know them a bit first. “So, when do you guys want to meet up again?”

  “That’s a good question. When works for you?” Ian replied. “And do you want it to be somewhere a bit more discreet than this? I mean, if we’re actually dating now, that is.”

  “Ian, your wife just had her fingers inside me at this very table. I think it’s safe to say we’re past being just friends.” I grinned, stunned at my own audaciousness.

  Ian nodded, conceding my point. “You make a fair argument, Mel. So, when and where is the question?”

  “How about we go out for dinner? This time next week? I got a freelance writing gig doing restaurant reviews for an online magazine, so I can get us in somewhere nice.” Paula interjected.

  I cocked my head at her. “You write for a living? You’re just full of surprises.”

  “It’s how I got so good with my hands.” She waggled her fingers in front of me, and I blushed.

  “Can’t argue with that.”

  “So, next week, then? We can text you then whens and the wheres and stuff. Is dinner okay?” Ian asked, taking another sip of his drink.

  “That sounds awesome. And, if you don’t mind, I’ll probably have to head off soon - I called up a taxi for this time in case you turned out to be a pair of creeps.” I replied, standing up and gathering my coat. “Not that you were, of course,” I added quickly. “I had an awesome time. I’m looking forward to seeing you again - both of you.”

  “Us too,” smiled Paula, squeezing my hand again.

  And with that, I walked out of the room, my mind spinning with the possibilities of what I’d just got myself into. I couldn’t wait to see where it was headed.

  Chapter Three

  By the time Saturday night came around again, I was nervous and excited to see where the evening would lead. We had spent the week exchanging messages; talking about jobs, and childhoods, and past lovers. It felt good to be able to have both a male and female perspective on matters, as I felt myself growing genuinely fond of the two of them - what had started out as just a flicker of chemistry in that bar had grown into something that made me feel warm inside. It helped, too, that there had been more than a few slightly risqué photos shared over the week - shirtless shots of Ian (who had proved himself a lot more buff than I thought he would be), saucy cleavage pictures from Paula. It was clear the two of them were genuinely into me, and that was a pretty thrilling prospect. It felt different that the start of my other relationships, and not just because there were more people involved this time around, but because I felt a genuine connection with these two people. Who cared if they were married and I was planning to date them both? What we had was making me happy.

  So I arrived at the French restaurant Paula had picked out for us - she worked as a food critic for a bunch of mid-profile newspapers and magazines, and what that meant for me was a bunch of awesome dates being pampered at posh restaurants (or so she’d promised me). She was delighted when she’d found out that I liked Indian food, because Ian hated it and now she would have someone to take out to all her favourite curry h
ouses. I felt a kinship with Paula that I hadn’t felt with any woman before; more than friendship, more than just attraction, somewhere comfortably in the middle of the two. It was pleasing.

  Paula and Ian were already there when I arrived, their faces cracking into big grins when they saw me. Paula immediately waved me over, and handed me a menu.

  “Great to see you, Mel,” she whispered, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek before she straightened up. Ian gently touched my elbow by way of greeting, and the simple acts of affection were dizzying. No one who had caught our greeting would have thought anything of it, but I knew what it meant, and that was what mattered. I opened my menu and cast a big grin at them.

  “So, what are we eating?”

  Paula returned her gaze to her menu, and frowned slightly. “I don’t know. I’m a sucker for French Onion Soup but then I always feel like I should try and stretch a bit out of my comfort zone if I’m reviewing, you know?”

  “Why don’t we all order something different, and we can try each other’s food? Then you get a sense of what the whole menu is like,” I offered, scanning the menu. It all looked great to me.

  “Sounds good,” Paula smiled. “I can never pick just one thing, anyway. So, shall we order?”

  Within half an hour, the table was heaving with food and drink; a bottle of the house red (because, as Ian had pointed out, there was no way you could eat French food and not drink the house red), Beef Bourginon, duck confit with lardons, Laura’s onion soup, as well as a sharing platter of charcuterie. I really didn’t know what any of the food was, but as we all started sampling the various dishes, I couldn’t care less. I suddenly realized I was ravenous; I had been too nervous to eat before I’d left the house.

  “So,” Ian mumbled through a mouthful of bread, “Been up to anything this week?”

  I shook my head. “Not really. Just stuck at work, watching the world pass by and secretly looking up new jobs on my computer whenever I get a second.”

  “So what exactly is it that you do? You were pretty vague in the email,” Paula asked, a spoonful of soup paused on the way to her mouth.

  I rolled my eyes. “That’s because I hate it. I’m a data-sharing manager, which is essentially code for “boring boring boring”. You don’t want to hear about it. Anyway, I’ll be leaving as soon as I get a job anywhere else.”

  “And where were you thinking of working?” Ian asked.

  “Are you trying to feel out my prospects as a potential partner?” I teased. “I’m looking at going into fashion design. I minored in fashion at college, and I still knock things out on my sewing machine from time to time, so I thought “fuck it, I’m over thirty, I should be doing the things I actually want to do by now”. As soon as my savings are stable enough, I’m out.”

  “Fashion, huh?” Paula nodded. “I’ll happily be your model for new clothes. I love fashion, but I don’t get the chance to indulge in it since I moved into food writing.”

  I grinned. The chemistry between us was so easy and comfortable, with a little heat underneath it so things wouldn’t get too friendly. I was having a great time. Then Ian spoke.

  “Have you…spoken to anyone about us?”

  I glanced up at him, wary. “No. Why? Should I have?”

  Ian shook his head. “No, no, it’s not that we’re trying to push you to tell everyone you know or whatever. We were just curious. Considering that it’s your first time in a relationship like this, and you’re the one coming in, we wanted to be sure that you didn’t have any doubts or worries you wanted to share with us.”

  I thought for a moment. “I mean, I guess if there’s one thing I’m not totally sure of, it’s how our…” I leant in close, and they copied me “…sex life is going to work.”

  Paula smiled, obviously remembering the way she fingered me under the table only last week. “In what way?”

  “I mean, do I sleep with you together? At the same time? Or do we split off and do it individually? I went online and looked this kind of stuff up, but all the sites I found were just like “talk to your partners about it”. So here I am.” I gestured to the two of them.

  “Well, we were thinking that we could kind of play it by ear in that regard,” explained Ian. “Obviously, Paula and I are together a lot more than you and us are, because we live together, but we want to engage the physical side of our relationship in whatever way makes you comfortable.”

  Paula nudged him, pulling a face. “”Engage the physical side of our relationship”. C’mon, Paul, you talk like you’re negotiating a deal or something!” She turned to me. “What we’re saying is, we want you to call the shots here. If you want to hook up with us at the same time, great, if not, that’s cool too. We want to feel this out together, make sure that we’re all getting what we want out of this relationship.”

  I could feel them both looking at me intently as I sipped my wine, considering my options. What did I want from this, sexually? I knew I wanted them both, and my mind flashed back to the advert I’d seen a couple of weeks ago, and how much the idea of a threesome had thrilled me. I looked up and met their gazes; two gorgeous human beings, both charming, both witty, both kind, and they both wanted me. Hell, in what universe was I going to say no to a threesome?

  I took a deep breath, and then spoke. “I think I’d like to have both of you. At once. I mean, maybe not always, but right now, that’s what I want.”

  A flicker of amusement crossed Ian’s face. “Right now?”

  I realized what I’d said. “Sorry, I didn’t mean right this very second, or even tonight, if you don’t want…”

  I was burbling away when Paula cut through my voice. “If you’d like, we’d love to take you home this evening.”

  There it was. The invitation, sitting right out there in the open in front of me. It hung in the air between us for a moment, before I could pluck up the courage to respond.

  “I’d really like that.”

  The three of us exchange conspiratorial grins, then went back to our meals, a tension between us dissipating. My heart thudded at the thought of what I’d just done, and what the rest of the evening might hold. But I knew that I couldn’t wait.

  Chapter Four

  By the time we were scrambling out of the taxi back at their place, we were quite tipsy, a couple of bottles of wine and some very intense conversation in. Ian helped Paula and me out of the car, fumbling with the keys as he thrust them into the lock. Their house was small and suburban, and seemed to suit our situation perfectly - weren’t you always hearing about the kinds of sexual deviance that people got up to in the seemingly innocuous setting of the suburbs? And even if it hadn’t been for the revelation over dinner, I knew that our evening was going to be taking an interesting turn. We had all crammed in the back of the taxi, our legs pressed together, when Paula had lightly wound her fingers around mine. I had never found someone holding my hand to be so intensely erotic before, doubly so when Ian casually placed his hand on my bare knee. It was so easy and obvious, and it felt like the three of us fitted in to each other perfectly. When Ian finally got the door open, Paula led me inside, stumbling and giggling, her hand never leaving mine.

  “Well, thank you both for a lovely evening,” I announced, hiccupping slightly as I teetered in my heels.

  “I think we can do a lot better than that,” Paula murmured, and suddenly her lips were on mine; her tongue was parting my mouth, exploring me, one hand placed gently on my waist. It was electrifying, sure, I had made out with girls before for a dare, but I had never actually kissed a woman with the intent of fucking her later. It was all kinds of new and exciting, and all I was certain of is that I wanted more of her; I desired her and needed her, and I reached up to pull her closer. Her body felt oddly soft against mine, our breasts pressing together through our light summer dresses, and I slid my hand down under her skirt, cupping her ass through her lacy underwear. I pulled back slightly, never taking my eyes off her.

  “Wore the sex panties tonight,
huh?” I asked softly, smiling at her nervously.

  “You know it,” she replied, rubbing her nose against mine then kissing me again. I’d almost forgotten Ian was there until I heard an unfamiliar kissing sound; pulling back, I saw him gently kissing down Paula’s neck and towards her breast as she tilted her head to give him better access. I had never even considered how hot it would be to watch a gorgeous couple like Paula and Ian pleasure each other, but wow, that was really something else. Ian caught me looking, and placed a single, soft kiss right on the spot behind me ear, the spot that makes my toes curl when someone so much as breathes near it. I felt my toes curl and my knees weaken as Paula pulled me even closer her arms wrapped around my waist, and kissed me again. This was more than I could have hoped for; this was spectacular.

  “Shall we move this through to the bedroom?” Ian was the one who suggested it, and even though it sounded corny as hell, we agreed. I knew I needed them both naked, soon, if not right this second, and the needy ache between my legs was starting to become a problem. I would need some kind of relief soon or I might go mad.

  Ian pulled off his shirt over his head, barely bothering to undo any buttons, before he stepped towards me and began to slowly untie the knot in my halter neck dress. Paula laid herself back on the fancy four-poster bed, easily slipping off her own shift dress and lying before me in her underwear. God, she looked perfect- all soft skin, toned limbs, and big, green eyes that never once moved away from me. I shivered as I felt Ian slip the dress off my body, his strong hands caressing my flesh, leaving me in nothing but my underwear.

  I watched Paula, hypnotized, as she slid a hand down her panties and began to pleasure herself, her gaze drifting down over my generous breasts and wide hips. Ian slowly undid my bra, flicking it off with ease to reveal my chest. He reached around to gently cup one of them in his hand, tweaking the nipple with his fingers, as he rested his head on my shoulder. I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck as his hand slid lower, lower, down, under my panties till he found my clit. Paula groaned from the bed.