by S. Silver
The addition of Richie inside of her was overload for the three of them. Danielle knew that Al could feel Richie and vice versa even though they were in different parts of her body. Having Richie in her forbidden place was as much mental stimulation as it was physical. By the time he was all the way inside of her, she was pulsing helplessly around the both of them.
Having an orgasm while be completely filled was beyond rapture. Every rebound sensation was so much more intense. So much more effective. Waves of pleasure rocked her whole abdomen.
Her climax set theirs in motion. They both were sputtering and spazzing, careful not to overpower Danielle’s body. Their moment was almost over before it began but it was so so sweet. She would never forget it as long as she lived.
The guys retreated to the bathroom in the barn to clean up as Danielle scurried to the bathroom in the apartment. She freshened herself up. Her body hummed with the amazing sexual experience, the effects of which were almost staggering. She ran a shower. The nice thing about the apartment was that it had a generous tub. She left the door of the bathroom unlocked in case they were inspired to join her. When each of the guys sneaked in with her, there was plenty of room.
It was loads of fun being soaped up by two hunks. Each guy took his turn applying soap to her breasts and her buttocks. She returned the favor. She soaped their testicles and their buttocks. Then they went at it with a wash cloth. It was almost like getting a massage standing up. There was no chance of slipping, despite the three of them being all hands and mouths, for she was sheltered by two towering solid males.
They were both erect again. Danielle felt two hard members prod her. This time Richie took her conventionally while Al took her from behind. Al reached for the shower head and handed it to Richie who applied it where it needed most to go.
The vibrating pulse of her stiff shower spray right above where he entered her was exquisite. It took nothing for Danielle’s orgasm to come back to life. Her hot, wet flesh was gripping and clenching helplessly on them both. Both of the men came hard, each cautious to maintain their footing.
Danielle was definitely in an alternate reality experiencing pleasure this way. It was the most that she had known with two men, let alone one man before. Who knew what the future held? All Danielle knew was the risky business of fooling around with her step son was completely worth it.
The three of them toweled off after the shower. Al was just a little bit shorter than Richie. Richie was over six feet but Al was just under six feet. Both guys had almost dancer-like bodies. They were so chiseled and cut and firm. Al’s buttocks was very ball-like. They were unearthly beautiful, both of them.
They crashed on the custom bed in the apartment bedroom. It was a larger than ordinary king sized bed. They lounged and snoozed naked in the very comfortable bedding. Richie cracked the window so the rain-cooled air was soothed the temperature of their room. There was something that made napping with the sound of the rain playing on the window, more satisfying. It was delightful.
Chapter Nine
The rain let up. It had felt like night time with the wine drinking, the pizza, the cloud darkened apartment and the wild passion. But when the weather cleared it was just about dinner time. Richie gave Al a ride home.
Richie and Al had met up prior to the rain and actually gotten a flat. Richie had planned to drive him straight home but with the weather being what it was, he stopped off at the house. It was fate that brought the three of them together.
Danielle didn’t feel it was necessary for the three lovers to have a talk about discretion. The guys were mature enough to keep their business to themselves. The moment they shared was in many ways the perfect transition from Danielle's married life into her new single one. It was also a perfect send off for the guys.
Even though Al and Richie were busy getting to adjust their trip plans to now just have Al go off to school, Danielle still had hope that Richie would change his mind. He was going to drive up to school with Al anyway -- why not stay at school?
In some ways she had hope that what they shared would maybe encourage him to move on. She had no shame or guilt about what transpired between them, but it wasn't something they could pursue. Not out in the open. Not because of the nature of their relationship. But more or less because of the timing of it. She knew her beloved husband would not judge them, she just didn't want others to.
Richie texted her to let her know he was spending the night at Al's house. Al's mother had made them a special dinner. Richie said she was emotional in light of the impending trip to school. They were going to spend some time with her.
The one night at Al's turned in to a few days. In the middle of his last night away, Danielle received another text from Richie. The contact from him lit her up brighter than it did the telephone.
"Miss you," he wrote.
Danielle cuddled her pillow. A quiver of aching for him twitched her core. If he were here, she would have him inside her. She didn't mind being awake for this. She turned on the light in her bedroom, dimming them just so. She held the camera above her taking a semi clothed selfie to send back.
“Mmmm,” he wrote.
She propped the phone camera on the pillow and posed. It was a shot of her buttocks. She flexed her muscles so that her body looked its optimum. It was an amazing shot, if she did say so herself.
“Perfection,” he replied.
"Please delete," she said.
"Never," he replied. "Hard for you."
Chapter Ten
Danielle smiled and rolled over, fully embracing her pillow. She missed him too. One more time, she relieved the unreal, amazing sex that they had shared that day. The feeling of the incredible orgasms that she experienced. She thought about them until she was satiated. She didn’t want to think about them anymore, for now.
She drifted off to sweet sleep. She slept so soundly that she didn’t even dream. After weeks and weeks of sleepless nights when her late husband had suddenly been struck so ill, the sleep was so incredibly welcomed.
She was awaken by a handsome prince. Richie had come home earlier than he said he was going to. His beautiful mouth brushed her cheek until she stirred.
"Hi there, " he said with the warmest of smiles. "I have something I have to tell you."
Danielle got way ahead of herself. She was imagining all sorts of things that he could be getting ready to tell her. She imagined that someone who shouldn’t found out about them. Whatever it was, it had to be super important if he drove over before the crack of dawn to tell her.
She started to get out of bed. She threw back the covers and revealed a satin teddy short set. He paused.
"My God but you're beautiful. Don't get out of bed. Here," he handed her a cup of coffee.
"What a sweetheart," she said and cozied back up against the pillow.
He had his own cup. The room smelled amazing."What do you have to tell me?" she asked patiently.
"I am going back to school," he said.
He was very proud of his announcement, she could see. They each took a sip of the wonderful coffee that he made.
"Oh! I am so glad you came around!" she shouted with glee.
She was careful not to get too excited with the full coffee cup in hand.
"Are you going to be okay?" he asked her. “I mean when I am not here?”
"I absolutely promise," she said. “And you’ll come home for school break. I mean sometimes, right? When you’re not traveling the world looking for that perfect wine technique?”
There was a pang of disappointment but she didn't dare tell him that. It was a mild hope not grounded in reality that he would stay and that they could carry on in the magic realm of her luxury home.
“I certainly will,” he smiled. “I miss you already. But now that mention it, the south of France doesn’t sound half bad. Maybe Sonoma? Hmm, I may have to think about this.”
He teased.
“Please go to school,” she said in a small voice.
“I a
m going. I already put a call into my advisor. He thinks we can work something out given the circumstances,” he said.
“I am so proud of you,” she said.
And she was. Warmth bloomed in her heart for him. As much as part of her wishes she could keep him to herself forever, she was proud and happy to let him go. She would never forget what they share -- neither would he, she knew that -- there was nothing real about what they had shared. It was literally out of this world.
Each partner was different. She made no comparisons between Richie and Jerry. Jerry was so amazing in all ways that were he alive today, she would never even think about straying. But he wasn’t there anymore. And Richie was here and now. It was important for her to separate from her own desires to let him go on to what he needed to do. Danielle resolved to support him in every way she could. She knew in her heart of hearts, this pleasure that they had known -- that she and Al and he shared -- would never be shared by the three of them or even the two of them again.
He reached over and stroked her thighs. His hand was lovely and warm from holding the coffee cup. His fingers started to stray but Danielle caught them. She simply held his hand affectionately.
"How about some breakfast?" she asked him.
It would be the first meal in days that didn't come out of a box. It felt kind of good to create. She wrapped an apron over her satin teddy and cooked. She whipped up biscuit dough for him first. He nibbled her neck while he watched her work. He placed his hand over hers as she divvied up the dough into portions.
Next was the bacon. Together they set up the pan. He reached around her, separating the strips in the pan. He got her vegetarian bacon and cooked it in a separate egg pan. She took the bacon out to drain it on a paper towel and just as he was about to drain the grease, she smacked his hand playfully.
“No no. You have to wait and see,” she said.
“I do, do I?” he said.
She fried the biscuit dough in the bacon grease. Once again, Richie ensconced Danielle with his tall big body and his long arms. It was a flirtatious cooking session but nothing came of it. They just had such tremendous affection for one another.
After all was said and done, they put together eggs, biscuits and bacon and enjoyed a fat breakfast out in the sun room. The warmth streamed through the windows and it was luscious. The view outside of their equestrian lawn was spectacular. Danielle was filled with gratitude.
Of course it was easy to be grateful when she was a thirty something stepmother being fed a delicious full meal by her sweet nineteen year old stepson. Despite all that had happened, life was good.
“So we were thinking you might like to drive up with us," he said. "Nothing more than having your wonderful company. I promise no fun stuff."
He winked. They were both on the same page. In another place and time, she and Richie might have been super good together. For now it was clear they were just friends. If the time was right again, she would welcome the experience.
“I will think about it,” she said. “Not decided. I am not sure I know what I want to do with myself. I was thinking this is a super big house and I might like to get a roommate. You know maybe a girlfriend to share the place with. One of the women who likes riding horses.”
"I think that's a fine idea," said Richie.
He leaned across the table and kissed her. It was a simple, chaste kiss. They finished their breakfast and went about their days, separately.
Marly and Rick, an MOB Romance
By: Emily Sharpe
Marly and Rick, an MOB Romance
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Chapter One
It was the worst bad hair day for her since she started working at The Knot, an events planning company that caters to weddings, birthdays, anniversaries, graduations and even christening. Her company can cater to almost every occasion.
Marly, in her usual blue pencil suit, sat idly at her cubicle while staring at the wedding pictures her most recent client sent yesterday. She wasn’t able to take pictures of her own for documentation because the couple had specifically requested for all photos to be taken by a photographer of their choice. Although reluctant, she had agreed with the terms since the clients agreed to provide the pictures she will be needing for her report.
The photographer did a decent job in capturing perfect moments for the couple, their visitors and the celebration itself, but none of the photos showed what she was looking for. None of it captured the moment that got stuck in her head. She should have been done with her report if she had thought of secretly taking a shot.
“Having a bad hair day?” Erin asked as she sat at the edge of the table.
“I wish this was just a bad hair day. Life would have been so much better.” Marly rolled her eyes in exasperation.
“Richard didn’t get the pictures right again? That idiot.”
Erin came to work for The Knot a year after she started. The woman had always carried a positive vibe around her. She was mostly the source of inspiration for all the events planner when things got too challenging.
“Richard could have nailed the shot if he was allowed to. Unfortunately, this couple had their own photographer and insisted on having a single camera capturing every moment.”
She stood up and grabbed her mug. Coffee. A huge mug of steaming coffee would be a nice diversion. No matter how long she stared at the computer screen, her dilemma would still be the same.
“I heard the boss is negotiating with a filthy rich client.” Erin blurted out while she poured coffee on her cup as well. “The groom is a ranch owner willing to pay millions just to have a perfect wedding.”
“It would be a perfect project except for the probability that it will be held in a ranch.” She took a sip of her own coffee before continuing. ”Ugh, I hate farm animals and the dry dusty soil.”
“We’ll find out soon who gets the handle the job.” Erin chuckled as they head back to their workstations. “Just pray it won’t be you.”
Marly sat back on her chair and closed the picture viewer on her computer. She could work on the report later. She checked her new emails and started reading the important ones while deleting the spam and promotional emails.
“Ladies, ladies!” The owner and manager of The Knot, Jeremy Jenkins clapped his hand loudly to get everyone’s attention. “As you may have heard, we have a new deal. This will be the biggest project ever so I want its execution to be perfectly flawless.”
She had a gut feeling that she wouldn’t like the next words that would come out of her manager. And her suspicion was affirmed when the manager glanced at her way. Oh no!
“Marly, sweetheart. Can you come over?” He asked with an extra sweet tone.
She forced a smile on her face as she walked toward where her manager stood. He plac
ed a hand around her shoulders, smiling widely at the everyone.
“I’m happy to announce that I’m handing this project to our senior events planner and the most sought after bachelorette in the company. Let’s all give a round of applause to congratulate Marly!”
The clapping of everyone’s hands echoed all over the floor. The pride she had for her success and growth in the company resonated in her aura. It’s not difficult to spot her since she was a tall woman with a little more flesh than the most admired skinny type of women. Her Latin blood was evident in her physical features.
“Thank you, Jeremy. You can always count on me.” She shook his hand and laughed with delight.
“We can a have a toast after the event.”
Jeremy led her outside of the floor and into his private office. She sat comfortably at the white lounge chair facing his desk while he poured whiskey on a glass.
“The client is Maverick Lane. Does the name ring a bell?”
She knew she heard it somewhere, but she was unsure who exactly was this person or what he does.
“He owns ranches in Montana. One of the popular tourist destination is Lone Mountain Guest House.”
Oh. So the famous Rick Lane was getting married. How wonderful. But did Jeremy just mention Montana?
“I know that look, Marly. You can’t refuse the job just because you don’t like cowboys and horses. You need this for your promotion.”
“What?” That was something she didn’t expect. “You’re not serious, are you?”
“I don’t play games when working, honey. You know that very well.”
“But you can’t use my promotion against me. You know how I feel about ranches and farms.” It was a desperate and pathetic reasoning, but that was all she could think of.