Two Bad Bosses_An MFM Menage Romance

by Sierra Sparks

  Whit says, “I think we need to get you fully undressed.”

  I agree, so I shimmy off my pants and underwear, so that we’re all fully naked now. Kneeling on the bed, I lean forward and kiss Whit. His massive erection is trapped between our bodies, it pushes into my stomach, leaving trails of precum as we kiss. Zane moves up behind me, his hard cock pushing against my back. He wraps his hands into my hair to pull it off my neck, then kisses me at the base of my jaw. It sends shivers down my spine. I grab both of their cocks and pump their shafts. I break my kiss with Whit, lean back and kiss Zane. Whit traces my breasts with his fingers and then leans down to kiss my nipples. The cool touch of his lips cause my nipples to stiffen and become tender. I shudder.

  “Mmmmm. Fuck yeah,” I moan.

  Whit sucks my sensitive nips and Zane sucks my tongue. Their hard shafts leak precum all over my hands. I suddenly wonder what it would feel like to have their hot man juice all over my body. I stroke them faster and faster, occasionally pausing to rub my thumb around the sensitive heads of their cocks.

  “Jesus, Chloe!” Zane whispers in my ear. “I’m going to spill all over you. Don’t stop!” I have no intention to.

  Whit grunts. His cock shutters in my hand and his cum blasts my stomach and my breasts. It’s warm and sticky. I take a fingerful and lick it. Whit tastes meaty. Whit pumps out the last few drops and then falls back on to the bed. I take another fingerful of his cum and eat it, Zane watches me, his eyes hot with desire. I squeeze his shaft and pull. Zane closes his eyes and grunts. His jizz bursts forth and coats my back, so I am covered in their hot man juice. I swirl some Zane’s cum onto my fingers and suck them dry. He tastes just as meaty as Whit. Zane drops back onto the bed blissfully. I swirl their juices all over my skin like it was lotion.

  “I love being covered in you, but I guess I should go clean up before I ruin your bedspread.” I move to get off the bed, but Whit stops me, putting a hand on my stomach.

  “Fuck the bedspread,” he growls.

  He pushes me back and is on top of me in seconds. The weight of his body feels heavenly. He kisses me hungerly, our cum drenched bodies sliding against each other. Zane pushes Whit and he slips off of me to the side of the bed. We laugh, and Whit kisses me again. Zane opens my legs and descends on my wet snatch. The touch of his tongue causes my hips to buck and I slam my slit into his face. He grabs my hips and traps them beneath his hands. His tongue on my lower lips swirls. The pressure in my stomach builds. Zane opens my folds and slides a long finger inside me. He starts out pumping slowly, his tongue tracing and teasing my clit.

  “Oh God!” I stop kissing Whit and throw my head back, my hips thrust forward into Zane’s face.

  Whit moves down the bed and starts licking my cum drenched breasts. He cups my left breast with his hand and sucks the nipple hard.

  “Fuck,” I breathe.

  My head rocks from side to side and my body tenses. My hips buck harder into Zane’s face, but he doesn’t care. He fingerfucks me harder. Whit bites my nipple and the mixture of pain and pleasure sends me over the edge. My hips slam into Zane. He sucks my clit hard and I scream with pleasure. My body shutters and pulses. My hips and core buck and jump off the bed. Zane kisses my snatch tenderly and sits up. Whit and he watch me in the throws of extasy.

  When my body calms, I look up to them and smile. Then notice they are both hard as rocks again. Whit is lightly stroking himself.

  “Are you done?” he asks me.

  In answer, I straddle him, descending on his erection swiftly. My nails dig into his shoulders at the sudden intrusion and I throw my head back, crying out with the sensations. He grabs on to my waist to hold me in place. Zane comes up behind me and wraps his hand around my breasts. His chest is flush with my back and I rest my head in the space between his neck and shoulder. I caress his cheek and then let my hand wander down until it’s wrapped around his cock. We all move together. Whit moving his hips and mine, his cock sliding in and out of my body as he fucks me. I rub my hand up and down Zane’s shaft, pumping him to the same rhythm. The room fills up with our moans, groans, and grunts as we all connect. The pressure on my breasts from Zane’s hands mixes with the growing warmth in my belly. He rolls my nipples between his fingers. Whit moves his thumb to my clit and I start quivering, my body getting overtaken by sparks of pleasure. The waves build up and the rhythm of my hand on Zane’s gets more and more erratic and my body twitches.

  Whit’s thumb pushes harder into my sensitive bud, circling faster and faster until I can’t hold back any longer.

  “I’m coming! Dear god, I’m coming!” I scream.

  I convulse against Zane and while my hand is squeezing his shaft, I feel warm liquid coat my hand. Zane’s roar is right by my ear and it sets off another orgasm, prolonging the one I’m having. Whit pulses inside me and then I feel his cum shooting into me, some of it spilling down my thigh. I fall on to Zane’s chest and take labored breaths. I feel like a rag doll, limp and tired. Whit and Zane lift me up, removing Whit’s dick from inside of me. I meander onto my side, lying down on the bed.

  I realize just how sleepy I am. All that sugar is no longer fueling me. Amazing sex coupled with a sugar crash equals my eyes wanting to be closed. Zane and Whit lie down next to me and I stay awake a little longer, so we can all have a conversation.

  “I had fun spending the weekend with you guys.”

  “Well, you are quite fantastic Chloe. We had fun with you, too.” Whit softly strokes my hair and kisses my forehead.

  I love it when they complement me. Like I said earlier, I am probably a little narcissistic. Zane is holding my hand, resting it on my stomach. They’re both so good at touching me, knowing when to be gentle and knowing when to be rough. I love it.

  “We should do this more often,” Zane says. It’s a bit of a joke because we all know we’re going to be together as much as possible.

  “Maybe next time we can spend our time in the guesthouse.” I yawn, the day catching up with me.

  Zane and Whit know I’ve been staying there. My Dad told them – since they’re meant to be keeping an eye on me and all. Zane nods at my suggestion, like it’s no problem. They are both so open to my suggestions, really listening to me.

  “I like that idea. We can go to your place next time,” he says.

  I feel like I need to establish that there is where I want to keep having our trysts. Zane and Whit’s homes are nice, but they aren’t very… homey. They barely feel lived in. I want a place where it feels like a real home.

  “I was thinking we can go there every time. It’s more comfortable and I think it’ll just be better.” I’m not really pinpointing my exact reasons, but I think they’re picking up on the hints I’m giving. They are smart men and know what I’m trying to say.

  “If that’s where you want to go, that’s where we’ll go from now on,” Whit assures me and kisses my forehead again.

  I snuggle into the bed. I’m more than ready to fall asleep. I feel bone tired and ready to go off into dream land. I’m about to slip off into being full asleep, I remember one more thing. My eyes are closed and I’m not sure if Zane or Whit hear me, but I say it anyway.

  “But I’ll probably need a bigger bed if we’re all going to…” I’m too tired to keep going and before I reach the end of my sentence, I’m fully asleep.

  Chapter Sixteen:

  Chloe

  The next morning, Whit and Zane are up before me, so I wake up alone in bed. I get out of bed and go to the drawers. I find a pair of boxers and t-shirt – just like what I wore last time. I put them on and head into the kitchen. Zane is sitting by the counter and Whit’s cooking breakfast. I walk over to the stove and look over Whit’s shoulder. He’s making pancakes and there’s already a sizable stack next to him. They must have been up for a while. I put my hand on Whit’s shoulder.

  “Are you making all of this for me?” I ask him.

  Whit chuckles to himself and kisses the top of my head before answering,
“You are more than welcome to try and eat this entre stack. I’d love to see that.”

  I scrunch my nose at him. While Whit finishes cooking breakfast, I go to sit with Zane at the counter. We chit chat, making light conversation about the things we like to do outside the bedroom. Turns out Whit is quite the cook and Zane finds that fact quite amazing. Zane is more of a gym rat. He likes to spend his spare time working out with free weights. One day he wants to train for a marathon. Whit finishes cooking and then we all dig into the meal. Whit made the pancakes with blueberries and me being myself I somehow stain my fingers blue. It’s whatever, but I am annoyed by it.

  After breakfast, I realize I need to be getting home. I’ve spent the entire weekend sleeping in other people’s house and – even if those other people are Whit and Zane – I should be getting back to my place to at least put on some clothes that are my own. Zane and Whit take me back to the guesthouse. We all pile into Whit’s car and he drives us. I don’t want to leave them, but it’s the end of the weekend, so I’ve got to clean myself up.

  They drop me off and I immediately go to take a shower. I undress myself, after getting the water to the perfect temperature. When I step inside, I let out a loud sigh of relief as the warm water falls on to me. There are a few things as satisfactory as a much-needed shower. I probably could have taken a shower while away from my house this weekend, but I was caught up into so many other things.

  After just standing under the spray for a couple minutes, I get out my loofa and scrub my whole body. I take my time, getting my body all sudsy before getting underneath the showerhead and washing all the soap away. I’m kind of beginning to wish I had taken a shower with Whit and Zane. That would have been fun. I’ve never had the distinct pleasure of shower sex and I’d like to try that out. Since I probably won’t see them in such a capacity until the weekend, I lean against the shower wall and begin a fantasy instead. I’m going to probably be doing this a lot if I have to be around them at work and we can’t just bang it out when we’re in the mood. After our first time together, we all realized we’ve got to be a little more careful. We can’t become overcome with passion and do whatever we want, whenever we want. We’ll just exercise some kind of self-restraint.

  But that aside, I lift my leg up, resting it on the edge of the tub. I let my hand travel down my wet body, stopping right at my folds. I waste no time sliding a finger inside of myself, adding two more immediately. I think about Whit and Zane – I’d be between them and Whit would probably be kissing me while Zane had his mouth on my pussy. I imagine Whit reaching down and massaging my full breasts. He would squeeze my nipples between his fingers and roll them until they became hard and tender. Maybe he would stop kissing me, lean down and suck my tender buds, causing electric shocks to run down my body. As I imagine Zane using a combination of his mouth and fingers, I push my thumb into my clit. At first, I rub my clit tenderly, but as I imagine Zane’s skilled tongue twisting and licking my slit I rub harder and harder on my clit. My body tenses and I find the release I was hoping for. As wave after wave of my orgasm courses through me, and I almost fall on to the shower floor in a heap.

  Later, I’m sitting in my bathroom, drying my hair when I hear the buzzer go off. It sounds like the one that specifically calls for the guesthouse which means someone is here to see me. I wonder who it is. Zane and Whit didn’t say they’d be by later in the day, but it wouldn’t be weird if they stopped by to surprise me. I go to the front and instead I see two delivery people waiting to be buzzed in. I let them in and wait by the door to see what I’ve gotten. I haven’t ordered anything, so I’m guessing it’s a gift.

  I let the two men in and they have a brand-new bed! And it’s huge! They say they’re going to take my old bed – it’s all a part of the service. I move out of the way while they work and tip them before saying goodbye. I go into my bedroom and stare at my new bed. This is definitely big enough for all three of us. It’s probably big enough for five people, that’s how absolutely large this bed is. I lay down on it, wiggling into its comfort. I freaking love it! I can’t believe Whit and Zane bought me a new bed. I wasn’t even sure if they heard me when I off-handedly mentioned the fact that I had a pretty small bed. This feels like a symbol of our relationship. Maybe they want it to continue past whatever deadline we’ve all kind of set for it. When I had told them about wanting to be a wife and mother, I was pretty sure they wouldn’t want much to do with me anymore. I was well aware of their playboy lifestyle. My Dad hadn’t warned me away, but he did mention Whit and Zane failing to settle down. I don’t think he really minds, but he probably would start caring more if he knew I had become a part of that part of their life. I don’t really want to think about that now, so I don’t. I push it away, push it aside and take a brief nap on my new bed.

  I wake up about an hour later to someone ringing the doorbell to get into the guesthouse. I’m extremely popular today. I check the camera and see Whit and Zane. I immediately buzz them in and they come to the back.

  “You guys really didn’t have to get me a new bed. It’s really too much.” I hug both of them.

  Zane picks me up by my waist and spins me around. I laugh, delirious off the feeling of being with both of them. Zane stops spinning us and puts my feet back on the ground, but he keeps his hands on my waist.

  “I think it was just enough,” he says laughing.

  Whit is looking around the room and he stops by the bookcase I built over spring break. Zane lets me turn in his hold and he rests his chin on the top of my head.

  “That’s the bookshelf I told you guys about. The one I built.”

  Whit runs his fingers over the smooth wood and nods. “That’s what I thought. It looks really nice.”

  “Thanks! You are so sweet!” I tell him. “Hey, what to see the new bed?!”

  They agree, and I take them further into the house to where my bedroom is. My bedroom was a nice size, but this new bed takes up a decent chunk of the room. When the deliverymen tried to get it through the door frame, I was initially worried it wouldn’t fit. They figured out a way and now I have what I think is the largest bed in existence or at least the largest bed I’ve seen.

  When Zane and Whit see the bed, they both seem a little surprised

  “Oh, wow. It’s a lot bigger than I expected,” Zane comments first.

  “They had the measurements on the site, but I guess we didn’t really think about how big that was,” Whit explains to me.

  I nod my head, unsurprised by this fact. They were both probably so eager to get this bed that they didn’t really consider its size. They have both been in the guesthouse before, so they would know what fits and what doesn’t – or so I thought.

  “Why don’t we all take a seat on it?” I suggest coyly.

  They both get on to the bed and we all lie down. For a few seconds we just sink into the mattress, reveling in how comfortable it is. No wonder I feel asleep almost immediately after getting on the bed. It’s too comfy. Whit and Zane turn on to their sides, so they can look at me while talking.

  “How are you feeling about everything so far?” Whit asks.

  I raise my eyebrows, wanting a more specific question. I’m thinking he might be talking about whether or not I like the bed.

  “Yeah. Do you like the arrangement we’ve set up for the three of us?” Zane clarifies.

  Oh, I see. They want to do a little check-in with me and see whether or not I like them. Well, of course I do. If I didn’t, I would be spending all this time with them, I wouldn’t have agreed to their threesome idea, and I definitely would not have had so much sex with them.

  “Of course, I like you guys. And I’d like to keep seeing you if that’s not too much to ask?”

  “Too much! It could never be too much.” Whit wraps his arm around my belly and brings me into him. I end up straddling his lap while he lays back on the bed. I laugh and look over at Zane.

  “There is one more thing I’d like to ask,” Zane tells me.


  I nod letting him know he can ask away.

  “How do you like your new bed?”

  I get off Whit’s lap and crawl over to Zane.

  I kiss his cheek and say, “I love it! It’s so comfortable when I was lying down earlier, I fell asleep almost immediately. And plus, it’s so big.” I motion with my arms to emphasize my point.

  Zane takes one of my hands in his and turns his next statement into more of a question.

  “We should christen the bed, it being new and all?”

  I give him a funny look and when I turn to Whit he just shrugs.

  I turn back to Zane. “Yeah, let’s christen it.”

  He lightly tackles me, so I’m lying on the bed. His body is over mine and I wrap my legs around his waist, pushing his body into mine. I turn my head, so Zane kisses my neck. Whit lies down right next to me and I’m looking directly into his eyes. I remember back to the first time we all were together, and that fleeting thought I had – about wanting to have them literally at the same time. I think about letting them know what I want and then – instead of getting into knots about whether I should say anything, I mean it all worked out last time I made a request – I just say it.

  “Do you guys – I mean, can you both have sex with me at the same time? Like the same time?”

  Zane picks his head from my neck and I look to see his reaction. Whit didn’t have much of a visible one – which is to be expected. He did sit up a little, resting his weight on his elbow. Zane gives me a questioningly look – as if he wants to make sure he heard me correctly. He looks to Whit and the casual shrug Whit gives him makes me laugh.

  “What’s so funny?” Whit asks.

  “I just love the way you respond to things,” I tell him. “It’s so casual, no matter what it is. It’s hysterical sometimes.”

  Whit tweaks my noise and I feign being hurt. Zane gets off of me, so I can sit up. The questioning look on his face hasn’t gone away. It’s obvious he wants to ask me something.