Two Bad Bosses_An MFM Menage Romance

by Sierra Sparks

  “Oh, my God,” I gasped on the bed. “That was so amazing! I just wish there was some way we could position the bottom guy a little better.”

  Jackson suddenly remembered something.

  “Oh, wait,” he said. “I totally forgot. I bought a sex swing.”

  “A sex swing?” said Carey, still out of breath.

  “Yeah, it holds two people. One of us could get inside and fuck Lexi in the vagina, while the two on the outside could do the ass and mouth,” he explained. “Let’s set it up for round three. Are you up for it Lex?”

  “Of course!” I said. “That’s exactly what we need.”

  “You are a freaky chick, Lex,” laughed Carey. “The most freaky chick I ever met.”

  “You glad you met me?” I asked.

  “Hell yeah,” he replied.

  After another clean up and rehydrating, Jackson found his sex swing. It was basically a series of ropes and a couple of boards. The idea normally was to put the woman in the swing so that the man wasn’t constantly on his palms. We took it one step further. If Jackson could sit in the swing and I sat on top of him, Carey could enter me from behind and I would be free to pleasure Kyle at the same time with my mouth. It sounded more complicated than it was, but that’s a four-way for ya.

  Jackson set up the swing and strapped in. I kneeled down in front of the boys and got them all ready for a good time. On my knees, I took turn sucking each one of them.

  “Mmm, so nice,” I said happily. “These are the best cocks ever!”

  It didn’t take long for these guys to get rigid.

  “Ready, Jackson?” I asked.

  “As long as these ropes hold, yeah,” he laughed.

  I climbed up and eased my pussy onto his throbbing shaft.

  “Oh, yeah, right there,” I gasped. “You’re cock’s so good, Jackson.”

  Jackson had just enough leeway with the swing that he could get a little thrusting going. Trusting the rope, I leaned forward and took Kyle’s nob in my mouth. I slapped his cock against my cheek.

  “You like this, baby?” I said slobbering all over his cock. “You like when I suck your big manly cock?”

  “Suck it, baby! Oh, yeah!” he moaned.

  Carey lined himself up and slowly started to penetrate me. He squeezed more lube down the crack of my ass and he slid right in. His massive member filled my ass. Again, I had never been stretched so far. It was exhilarating. We got into a rhythm and the swing made all the difference. The angle was better. It was like I was hovering in the air getting fucked in all holes!

  “Oh, God, yes!” I moaned with a mouthful of Kyle’s cock.

  “Your ass is so good, Lexi,” said Carey. “I could fuck this ass all night!”

  “Fuck my ass. Fuck it all night, please. Yes!”

  I could hear the slap of Carey’s body against my butt cheeks. Jackson was underneath me gasping and moaning. Kyle was in front of me, fucking my mouth. It was bliss.

  “Oh, God! I think I’m going to cum,” grunted Carey.

  This time it was hard. He was really grunting on this one. I could feel his hot cum inside me in the condom. I came all over Jackson’s cock. It was a warm rush of hot liquid. He countered by cumming himself.

  “Oo-ooh! Ahhh!” he moaned.

  The cum was in both my holes now. I was having wave after wave of orgasm. I could barely talk. I had to have all three at the same time.

  “Cum in my mouth, Kyle,” I begged. “Please cum for me in, all inside my---“

  Before I could finish the sentence, he burst across my teeth and tongue. His delicious cum filled my hot mouth and satisfied me yet again. I was vibrating from the multiple orgasms and shaking. I was trying to swallow the cum, but it dripped out of my mouth and onto the floor.

  “S-s-sorry, sorry,” I gasped.

  I was overcome. Shaking. I needed some time to recover from this one. Carey eased out of me and I came again. Jackson helped lift me off of him and I came again! I just couldn’t stop cumming. I staggered over to the bed and fell back.

  “Okay, now I need a real break,” I gasped. “That was beyond incredible. The swing is definitely a part of this. Just so you know.”

  “I seriously think we all need some Gatorade at this point,” said Kyle breathlessly. “You are like draining us, Lexi.”

  “I know,” agreed Jackson, still swinging in mid air. “I’ve been with women one on one and it wasn’t this wild or intense. You must’ve been really building things up all these years, virgin.”

  “Just making up for lost time I guess,” I said from the bed. “That was my fantasy, what we did right there. You guys have any fantasies you want to try?”

  “We’re like, way past fantasies for me,” admitted Carey. “It’s gonna take me a while to think up something crazier than this. I think it’s going to require costumes and shit.”

  The group laughed. We were always laughing. That was the great thing about my boys, this wasn’t seedy or dirty. It was just fun. Four friends, four lovers, having a great time. We weren’t hurting anyone and we made each other feel good.

  We did another clean up and this time, had some real food. Jackson made sandwiches and within 20 minutes, we all had our energy back up. Carey had this pheromone spray he wanted to try. He sprayed it in the air around the swing.

  “This shit is like $4000 a bottle,” he explained. “Supposed to make you horny as shit.”

  “I really think that might be over kill at this point,” said Jackson.

  “I wanna try the swing this time,” I announced.

  I strapped in and hung sideways to give all my boys access. I could even pull on a rope to lift my one leg so I didn’t have to hold it there myself. It was kind of like fucking in zero g.

  This time, Carey started with my mouth. I held his cock in my cheeks, feeling the blood rush to it. It got bigger and popped out of my mouth. Jackson was teasing my clit with the end of his cock. Kyle used his fingers to find my asshole, then slowly spread my cheeks and slid his dick in.

  “Aw, man, you’re still so tight,” he said. “God damn that’s good.”

  We got into a rhythm again. Each one of my men thrusting in, while the other pulled out. Jackson and Kyle were going back and forth like one big sexy machine. My holes were getting a little raw, but also more sensitive. I started erupting sooner this time. I pulled out Carey’s cock.

  “Ooo-ooo!” I squeaked. “Soooo good! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

  “Oh, God yeah! Yeah!” said Jackson.

  “I want you all to cum on me. Cum all over me!” I begged. “Pull out and cum on meeeeee!”

  I was having another wave of orgasms. They seem to come to me just like flipping a switch now. This was the fourth time, so it took at little while. But my boys were athletes, they could handle it! I could feel Kyle pick up the pace. The swing made it easier for him to pound my little asshole and he didn’t even need the lube this time.

  “Uh-uh!” moaned Kyle.

  He pulled out of my ass, ripped off his condom and jerked off across my face and side. Then Jackson pulled out. He struggled with the condom a second, then got it off and got himself off all over my breasts. I rubbed the gooey mess all over me while Carey fucked my mouth.

  “C’mon, Carey, let me see it. Let me see that white hot cum you shoot! Shoot it all over me, Carey!”

  “Oh, yeah, baby. Oh, yeah!” he gasped.

  Carey’s dick was so big, it was actually quite a feet that his hands could jerk himself off. He had a lot of ground to cover on the shaft! But he did it. His cum exploded on my face and tits.

  “Mmm,” I said tasting it, while it dripped all over the floor and swing. “I’m a nasty girl. You boys are nasty. Haha!”

  I had never been so happy or sexually uninhibited. I wanted to swing on that sex swing forever. It was like I was flying. Flying and having orgasms. I suddenly couldn’t imagine a life without my three men.

  Chapter 12 – Lexi

  I never slept so soundly that night. I w
oke up to the boys getting ready to go to practice. We all had stuff to do that day.

  “God damn I feel great!” said Corey, as he finished to get dressed. “Lotta times I was with a girl, I’d sneak out of her place or even sneak out of my own place to get away from her. But not you, Lex.”

  Kyle was in the kitchen making eggs.

  “Jackson, I thought you were a vegetarian,” said Kyle. “What’s all these eggs doing in here?”

  “Eggs are okay,” he explaining. “I’m not hurting another animal to eat eggs. Well, some hardcore vegetarians or vegans might argue otherwise, but ya, know…”

  “You eat cheese then?” he asked.

  “Yeah, sure.”

  “Oh, good. Cause I already put some on these eggs. Why do you have bacon in the fridge.”

  “It’s not real bacon, it’s fake bacon,” he explained.

  “Like from a fake cow?”

  “Bacon comes from a pig, genius,” said Carey. “Did you fail biology or something?”

  Carey picked up a piece of the fake bacon and bit into it. He grimaced.

  “Oh, my God! This isn’t anything close to bacon,” he said, outraged.

  “I know. It’s made of bean curd,” admitted Jackson. “You gotta get used to it.”

  “That is a crime against breakfast,” stated Carey. “Yo, Lexi! Stay away from Jackson’s crazy bacon!”

  “Why what’s wrong with it?” I said, picking up a piece and eating it.

  It was one of the most disgusting things I put in my mouth at Jackson’s apartment.

  “Oh, my God,” I said retching.

  “It’s an acquired taste,” insisted Jackson. “You know how hard it is to fake bacon?”

  “It tastes like crumbling shoe leather mixed with ass and feet,” I commented. “Please tell me there’s orange juice to wash the taste out of my mouth.”

  Kyle handed me a glass of juice and I chugged it down.

  “Thank you,” I said. “You’re a life safer Kyle.”

  “You see?” said Carey. “That bacon is the worst, man. I ate out Lexi’s ass last night and that tasted better than this bacon.”

  “Look, next time, bring your own bacon if you love bacon so much. I happen to not want to kill pigs. They’re highly intelligent beings,” insisted Jackson.

  “Intelligent enough not to eat this,” added Carey.

  In the foyer of Jackson’s building, I kissed them all good bye. We lingered a long time, our tongues intertwining, savoring the few seconds we all still had together. I couldn’t wait until we could spend more time together. It was an intimate moment. I was like a wife sending a husband to work, only there were three husbands instead of one.

  Back at my apartment, instead of checking my emails, I decided to give myself the day off. I wasn’t really due back in the studio that day anyway and I had been doing so well, I figured I was due.

  Feeling kind of nesty, I started baking some chocolate chip cookies for the boys. They probably had to stay away from them because of practice, but their season was just a few games away from ending, so I figured it would be okay. As I got the first batch in the oven, my phone started blowing up.

  The messages kept referencing the TV. Stuff like, “Did you see the news?” or “Saw you on the news.” I figured Sports Ring must’ve aired my interview and people wanted to congratulate me. But after a while, the messages became more cryptic. Things like “Are you all right?” and “What’s going on with you?” I finally turned on the local news around four and was shocked at what I saw.

  All over the local news and no doubt the newspapers too, the paparazzi had gotten pictures of me saying goodbye to the guys in the lobby of Jackson’s apartment building. There was all sorts of wild speculation, but most of it was focused on me and my relationship to the guys.

  “Oh, no,” I said to the TV. “This is supposed to be private. Why can’t people leave private things alone?”

  My phone rang and it was my producer.

  “Lexi, you’re all over the news, Sweetie,” he said.

  “Sir, I’m so sorry. I never meant for anything like this to happen. This was supposed to stay private.”

  “Well, the network doesn’t really care what you do in your private life, but this story is the hottest thing out there. Get down to the studio,;we’re going to do an exclusive interview with you.”

  “Oh, no, sir. I can’t.”

  “Can’t? What are you saying? You’re going to do an interview somewhere else?”

  “The guys have a game. This will be a total distraction for them.”

  “Look, Lexi, in this business you either cover the news or become the news,” he explained. “You’ve become the news. We need to talk to you.”

  “I can’t talk about my relationship with the guys. It’s private!”

  “So you are having a relationship with all three players is what you’re saying?”

  “You can’t interview me over the phone.”

  “I produce your show, Lexi. Do you want to work or not?”

  “You’re firing me? For not giving an interview?! I’ll sue the network. How about that!”

  “Technically, by dating the players, you broke the behavior clause in your contract. The whole thing is a scandal. Makes the network look bad, unless we get ahead of the story.”

  “No, I can’t! I won’t betray them.”

  “You’re not betraying them; you’re telling your side of the story. This is all some misunderstanding, right? You can never see the players again, at least not for a while.”

  “What? Now you get to dictate my social life too?”

  “Do you have any idea what’s at stake here? Sports Ring had put millions into starting up a new network. You’re now the biggest thing connected to it. You think my bosses are just going to let that go? Think again!”

  “I won’t betray them. I can’t reveal private things!”

  “Suit yourself, but you’d better start looking for another job.”

  “Yeah, well that’s not a problem. I have access to three of the best players in the league.”

  “You think they don’t have behavior clauses in their contracts? And in this atmosphere of sexual harassment scandals, you’ll be lucky if these guys aren’t thrown out with you!”

  “What?! No! They can’t do that. I wasn’t sexually harassed. If anything I was the harasser. It was all my idea. But, that’s not on record of course. Off the record. There was no sexual harassment at all, and definitely not by them.”

  “It doesn’t matter. The guys are always the ones to go down for this sort of thing— lose their jobs, their livelihoods. Their football careers and all that money. I wouldn’t be surprised if that happens here. So how about it? You want to do that interview or what?”

  I slammed the phone down. What an asshole. I never liked that producer anyway. I decided to call Baker. Maybe he would have some insight into this.

  “Hey, I was just watching you on the news,” he said. “Tough break or good break, I can’t decide.”

  “I just got fired.”

  “Tough break then. Sorry, kid.”

  “There’s got to be something I can do, right? I mean, they can’t just fire me because I won’t give an interview.”

  “You won’t give an interview? Why not?”

  “Baker, my private life is private.”

  “You’re not a private person, you’re a public person!” he insisted. “If you wanted to be a private person you should’ve stayed down in the mud with us uggos.”

  “So just because I’m on TV, my whole life has to get torn apart?!”

  “Lexi, you got busted kissing three different football players!” said Baker.

  “Good for you, Lexi!” shouted a woman in the background.

  “Is that Emma the security guard?”

  “Yeah, we hooked up again. Been having crazy sex for days,” admitted Baker. “Me and her sister.”

  “You guys are polyamorous too?!”

  “Yeah, b
ut I don’t go flaunting everywhere; it’s private.”

  “That’s exactly what I’m saying about my situation!” I insisted. “I didn’t ask for this.”

  “Lexi, you’re dating star athletes from one of the biggest teams in the NFL. I mean, these guys are going to the Super Bowl! This is national news. The general public just isn’t ready for a relationship like that.”

  “I didn’t ask for it to be public.”

  “Well, then you should’ve hooked up with three janitors rather than three pro athletes. What can I tell ya?”

  “No, I can’t believe that. I’m an honest good person and so are the guys. Why should other people judge us?”

  “They do, it’s just the way life goes kid. Hey, good luck and take care, huh?”

  My phone continued to blow up with text, including some from the guys. I didn’t know what to say. I had to talk to someone. Get my head clear. I hopped in the car and drove to my dad’s.

  Our old house had been through a lot of changes over the last five years. One of the major things was wheelchair ramps at the front and back doors, as well as a complete redesign of the house so it was 100 percent wheelchair accessible. Dad was pretty helpless in the beginning when he got disabled, but over the five years I was with him, he eventually learned to do most things for himself.

  I found him in the living room watching TV.

  “Lexi,” he began sounding very worried. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “I didn’t know how to, dad,” I said, crying. “I’m in love with them. I just wanted to be with them.”

  “But three men? You’re dating them all?”

  “Dad, I love them. They’re some of the greatest guys you’ll ever meet. I’ve never been so happy!”

  Dad looked at me and then looked at the TV. On the screen, a newsreporter was talking while the pictures of us in the foyer were displayed. Dad made an annoyed face and shut off the TV.

  “To hell with them, then,” he said. “If you’re happy, that’s all that matters.”

  “Really dad, you mean that?”

  “Of course I do! The TV news game is made up of a bunch of creeps— present company excluded, of course. Half the time, they don’t even report the truth, they just report what people wanna hear. They just want to print salacious details about your relationship. They don’t know you as a person.”