Two Bad Bosses_An MFM Menage Romance

by Sierra Sparks

  “Could it be?” I thought to myself. “Are the three hottest and best athletes on the Sea-Eagles football team fighting over me?”

  If it was true, I couldn’t wait to tell Dad. He’d probably be more excited about than I was. Of course, I would tone down the raw, animalistic sexuality and focus on the friendly banter, crazy stories and the fact that these guys seemed to genuinely like hanging out with me.

  “What about you, Lexi?” asked Jackson. “Put down the pen a minute and tell us about you.”

  Jackson had an effortless charm about him. Just the sound of his voice made me feel safe and warm.

  “Yeah, Lexi,” added Carey. “Tell us a story about you.”

  “There’s really not much to tell,” I admitted. “My dad got hurt after I graduated high school, so I spent the last year taking care of him while putting myself through college.”

  “What does your dad do? Or what did he do?” asked Jackson.

  “He was in construction,” I said. “My mom passed when I was young, so he raised me by himself.”

  “It’s tough being a single parent,” Kyle added. “It’s what drove my mom to the bottle. She couldn’t handle all the kids.”

  “You mean she couldn’t handle you,” joked Carey. Kyle rolled his eyes.

  “After college, I got this job at Sports Ring. I had an internship there. About a month ago they hired me and it’s a dream come true.”

  “Wait, this is your first assignment?” asked Kyle.

  “Actually, no,” I admitted. “My first assignment was to do a sign off from the field, which I already did. This was kind of like a side project on my own, but Sports Ring is going to flip when I show them the interviews. I mean, you guys are great. Oh, and, I did reporting assignments in college but they were for college teams, all over the U.S. So, this is my first big league experience.”

  “We’re honored to be your first,” Kyle joked.

  “Oh, your dad,” remembered Jackson. “I’ve got a ball we can sign in my car; I’ll be right back.”

  “I’m going to hit the restroom again,” I announced.

  “Yeah, me too,” Carey announced. “I’ll walk ya.”

  On the way downstairs, Carey put the charm into overdrive.

  “You know, I’m having a great time talking to you, Lexi,” said Carey. “Maybe you and I can get together and do a one on one interview. Can I get your number? Nothing creepy, like Ringo, I swear. No pressure.”

  “Sure, here,” I said, tapping his cell phone with mine. “That sounds nice.”

  A quick pee and a check of my make up and I was ready to go back. I was pretty excited to get Carey’s number. I mean, even if we didn’t end up dating, to have that kind of access at my job? It’s a big win. Half way back to the table, Kyle intercepted me.

  “Hey, Lexi?” asked the shy Kyle. “I was thinking, maybe I can get your number and give you a call some time. You know, I don’t tell a lot of personal stories to people and you really brought the best me out of me, ya know?”

  “Aw, that’s sweet,” I said. “Sure, give me a call.”

  We tapped phones and he smiled. I had made his day, but then I was thinking to myself, “What the hell are you doing? You can’t date both of them? Can you?” Kyle went on to the restroom and when I got back to the table, Jackson was back with the ball and a Sharpie.

  “Hey, Lexi,” he said. “I didn’t want to say this in front of the other guys, but I really think you and I could have something special going on. Can I get your number?”

  “Sure!” I heard myself saying. I kind of liked how he just put it out there without hedging. I couldn’t say no to him.

  Inwardly, I was thinking, “OMG! What the hell, Lexi? Are you going to date all three of them? Carey already fought over a girl once. You want to get the whole team fighting over you?!”

  I couldn’t help myself. They were all charming in their own way and sexy as hell. How could I turn down a date from either one of them? Was I crazy? Was I reading their signals wrong?

  When Carey and Kyle got back to the table, they were smiling, and Jackson was too. I guess they all figured they had gotten me over the others. Was I doing something wrong? I sure as hell didn’t know the proper etiquette in a situation where I was being pursued by three friends at once, since it had never happened to me before.

  And, although I thought the rest of the dinner would be awkward, it really wasn’t it. The four of us lapsed back into conversation like old friends. The boys walked me back to my car and I gave them each a hug. I hope I wasn’t leading two of them on. No, I wasn’t. Right? And if I was, which ones would that be? I honestly couldn’t decide which one I liked best. How confusing, yet also exciting at the same time.

  “Thanks guys, for the interview and everything,” I gushed.

  “It was a great time,” said Jackson confidently. “See you at the next game.”

  “Have a good night, Lexi,” said Carey, who then motioned that he would call me.

  “Great night,” said Kyle, who added a wink.

  After they walked away, I sat in my car a minute. I just had to laugh. Life was weird. One minute you’re struggling and the next you’re in your dream job meeting the hottest guys in the world. Baker was never going to believe it.

  I went back to my apartment in Olde City. Sports Ring wasn’t well known yet, but working for them certainly paid the bills. I was actually thinking about getting a bigger place if they renewed my contract. I couldn’t help thinking about the guys, especially when they were in the shower. I drew myself a bath.

  Whether it was the hot water or whether it was just that I was high on getting a scoop, I found myself naked in the bath touching myself. I had had to do a lot of that over the last five years, so it was nothing new. Dad was always pushing me away, to get out of the house and get my own life. Here I was, still with no man.

  And I needed a man. I needed a Sea-Eagle!

  Jackson came to mind first. A QB with an awesome chest covered in a thick layer of manly bristle. Just imagining him in the towel in the locker room, I got a tingle. His booming, commanding voice. I pictured him hovering above me on a couch saying, “Take off your clothes.” At the same time, he was pulling off his own.

  As he takes off his pants, I can see that he’s already rigid and as hard as the rest of his body. He takes me in his manly arms and kisses me. I imagine feeling his beard on my face. I’m almost lost it in it. It smells warm and safe, like him.

  At this point, in reality, I’m slowly inserting a finger into my pussy, just a little. I’m imagining it’s Jackson, only he has big, rough, man fingers. My fingers wouldn’t even equal his pinky. I plunge the finger in and out a little. Then I picture Jackson laying me down on the couch and entering me.

  Oh, God, yes!

  His thrusts are incredible, like making love to a statue of onyx. Nothing soft at all about him. I open my legs wide, let him go balls deep inside me. Oh, God! (This is where my actual fingers just can’t cut it.)

  I paused and picked up a little friend that I call Mr. Buzzby. Mr. Buzzby got me through a lot of long, lonely nights and I put him right inside me, just where I wanted Jackson. I rubbed my clit while thrusting Mr. Buzzby in and out me, all the while imagining Jackson fucking me and fucking me. He would bend me over and fuck me from behind, grabbing a hold of my ass and thrusting like the brute athlete he was. Oh, God!

  I came and in the corner of my eye, I imagined Carey walking in on us. I stopped for a minute. Well, it was a fantasy, right? Jackson, now finished and satisfied, let Carey take over. Carey got undressed and I imagined a huge member. (I had heard the rumors and snuck a peek at his package through his pants.) In my fantasy, neither did it justice!

  Carey was more gentle, but still fun. I imagined taking his cock in my mouth. I suck and suck on it. It’s so big, it fills my mouth up. He loves every second of it and I slobber down the shaft and on his balls. Then he puts it into my same pussy hole that Jackson’s cock had just left. Oh, God, I’
ve never been stretched so much. Never been fucked so deep. It’s like he hits my vagina bedrock. I scream as I cum. But out of the corner of my eye, I see Kyle.

  Again, I shook myself from my fantasy. I didn’t think I had ever masturbated this much in one setting, but it didn’t seem right not to give Kyle his due. Carey bowed out gracefully and Kyle was already taking his clothes off. His body was the most cut. He was young, full of energy. He fucked me like a jackhammer. In and out. My pussy was nice and warmed up and lubed up from him thanks to the other two guys. In my fantasy, no one had to use condoms, so I had Jackson’s cum mixed with Carey’s inside me while Kyle was fucking me, adding his cum to the mix as he pulled my hair and slapped my ass for being such a dirty whore. I came almost instantly.

  “Oh, God, yes!” I found myself saying in the fantasy.

  Then I noticed Jackson and Carey were still in the room. Still naked and still erect. In my fantasy, while Kyle’s inside of me again, they join in! Hey, why not? It’s just a fantasy right? They each take their turns and I satisfy them with my open, wanting holes.

  At first, Jackson slid underneath me and entered my sopping wet pussy. Then Kyle entered my asshole slowly from behind, packing me tight. Finally, I took Carey’s massive cock into my mouth. All around me they were slowly thrusting. I was getting penetrated from three angles. It was amazing!

  In the tub, I had Mr. Buzzby in my vagina and on my clit, but now I reached up and grabbed my dildo and slowly put that in my ass. Oh, God, yes! I was packed tighter than I knew possible now. Not as tight as I imagined with the boys, but tighter than I ever remembered being with my vibrator. Then with one hand, I rubbed my clit while sucking on my fingers.

  All the while, I was imagining three of the hottest athletes in the world inside me! Their hot, strong cocks penetrating my holes and making me cum over and over again. I was having multiple intense orgasms in the tub over and over again. My whole body was shaking and I came so hard, I thought I was going to cry.

  When it was over I was spent like I had never been spent before. I had had fantasies about men before, but never three men and never three at the same time. What was that? Had staying out of circulation so long made me weird? All I could do was sit in the tub and keep cumming and cumming until I though I couldn’t cum any more.

  Was this what it was like to be with three men? Is this something I wanted? Was I becoming a friggin’ sex addict? Some freak of nature? What had gotten into me? Apparently, three men had gotten into my head in real life, and into my pussy in my fantasies.

  I got out of the tub and dried off. Putting on a robe, I went into my bed room. There, on my phone, were texts from all three guys. It was flattering, having so much attention.

  Maybe I couldn’t— shouldn’t even try to handle this.

  But how could I resist? My pussy was still throbbing from playing with myself while thinking about all three of them. It seemed to demand I follow through and see what might happen.

  Chapter 5 – Kyle

  Making the first move usually isn’t my forte, but there was something about this chick. I don’t know. Maybe it was the thought of beating Carey and Jackson. They had already done so much in their careers. I was never going to top that. But getting the girl? Maybe I could get a win.

  I went for it with my text. Asked her out for lunch and she said, “Yes.” I couldn’t believe it. Not only was this hottie picking me over them, but she was actually excited to meet me for lunch. This was a good day.

  Of course, I couldn’t wear the shirt again. Not a good style for a lunch date anyway. I wanted it to seem more casual. I put on a new T-shirt and then wore an open collar shirt on top. Too much? Naw. It was all good.

  “Don’t over think it, bro!” I told myself.

  I had heard about this college place called Mad for Mex on the Penn campus. We met there. If the date didn’t go well, at least they had good wings, I heard.

  When I got to Mex she was standing outside. I called it right. She was more casual. She was wearing a sun dress and let me tell you— her body was bangin’! I mean, I checked her out the previous night at dinner, but she was in work clothes. The dress she was wearing really showed off her body.

  “Hey, Lexi,” I greeted her with a smile. “Damn, I didn’t think it was possible, but you look even better than you did last night, girl!”

  “Aw, thanks,” she said. “I like your shirt. You guys like those tight fitting shirts. And there’s no complaint from me about that.”

  She blushed, and I loved that she was flirting with me.

  “Hey, if you got muscles, what’s the point if you don’t show ‘em off, am I right?” I said, a little nervous. “C’mon, I called ahead for a table.”

  We went inside and the place was chill. It was a weekday— a Monday at that. Guess all the college kids were in class and that it didn’t make sense to go to a restaurant for lunch when you were a struggling college student anyway. We got a good table, ordered some drinks and some wings. Lexi wasn’t shy about ordering some real food. None of the salad nonsense. I liked that. We got some margaritas too. This place was known for their very tall margaritas.

  “Lexi, I’m really glad you came out to lunch with me,” I said, being honest. “A lot of the guys date these football groupies, but that’s not me. My mother raised me better than that.”

  “Yeah, I know what you mean about getting a lot of offers,” she said. “I mean, I’m sure you do. Not me necessarily.”

  “Naw, a pretty thing like you, bet you can’t walk down the street without someone asking for your number, right?” I suggested.

  Damn, my game is rusty. This girl made me nervous. I ordered a drink. I figured it would calm me down a little.

  “I actually haven’t had time for dates,” Lexi said, looking a little embarrassed. “I was taking care of my dad for so long. Still do at times, but he’s better now.”

  “I know what you mean,” I said. “Taking care of my mom when she drank was tough. I didn’t have time for a lot of dating myself.”

  “Yeah, right?” agreed Lexi. “You just get caught up in the day to day…”

  “You lose sight of the bigger picture. Next thing you know, it’s two years, three years later,” I said, recognizing what she went through.

  “But you gotta make the time for yourself or find some way to cope. How did you cope?”

  “I played ball mostly,” I admitted. “It’s a good stress reliever sometimes.”

  “I worked out constantly,” she said. “Had a set up in my dad’s basement. Weights, yoga mat, the whole thing.”

  “You do yoga?”

  “A little bit. It can really center you sometimes.”

  “I did some martial arts for awhile. There’s meditation in that, but now that I’m in the big leagues there’s even more stress.”

  “But you have the money to take care of your mom and siblings.”

  “Yeah, but it’s all just checking in once in a while,” I said, a little sad. “Different than being there. If something happens, I’d never forgive myself.”

  “You can’t blame yourself for something that didn’t even happen or may not ever happen, Kyle.”

  “I know. You’re right.”

  Right then I knew, she got it. And she got me. She was a comfort and I found myself falling for her right then and there. It was crazy. I never felt this way about anyone so fast!

  Mad for Mex had a large selection of wings and we ordered all of them. And Lexi wasn’t messing around. She ordered a lot of hot stuff, too.

  “Damn,” I thought. “Was there anything not to like about this girl?”

  We started chowing down right away. The waiter brought us blue cheese and celery sticks. Some of the wing orders came with Ranch, but my girl, she knew the score.

  “Excuse me,” she said to the waiter. “This is Ranch. Anyone that eats Ranch with their wings is a dirty Communist! Please bring more blue cheese.”

  The waiter laughed and I laughed. Everywhere this gir
l went she just lit up the room. We had a couple of drinks too. Mad for Mex made massive Margaritas.

  “Oh, man,” she said after the carnage was over. “I think I ate too many wings.”

  “No such thing,” I assured her digging into the last plate. “You want any of these?”

  She waved me off. Quite frankly, I was impressed by the pile of bones in front of her. I knew wide receivers that couldn’t eat that many wings in a sitting.

  “Can I ask you a personal question?” she asked.

  “Sure.”

  “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want and obviously this entire conversation is off the record, but what happened to you and the Dallas coach? Why’d you piss on his car and post it on YouTube?”

  I was surprised she knew about that stupid stunt I’d pulled that had gotten me into a lot of trouble. Then I realized she was a reporter and had done her homework. Duh.

  “Honestly?” I asked her, deciding to just fess up.

  “Yeah.”

  “I was drunk off my ass. It was the dumbest thing I’d ever done and I’m not proud of it. Growing up in the limelight sure does suck.”

  “I get that,” she said, shrugging. “But my question is, why him? Because the Sea-Eagles and the Cowboys are rivals?”

  “I got drafted by Dallas originally. I’m from the area and I wanted to play for Dallas, but at the last minute, he traded me. I would’ve been closer to my family and my mom.”

  “Aw. Tough.”

  “Yeah, but it worked out. I’m on a better team. With great teammates. Plus, if I’m being totally honest, I had to get away. Taking care of my poor mom was consuming me.”

  “I know what you mean. You just lose all sense of perspective. I did with my dad. He had to tell me to get out and get a life.”

  “My mom was saying the same thing,” I said sadly. “Sometimes I think it was my fault she couldn’t handle rehab that first time.”