by Diane Leyne
And then Michelle was at the door again. It was like déjà vu. Sean felt the same jolt of awareness through him and knew he’d fallen just as hard as Mac. Maybe it was because they were best friends, but they seemed to have similar tastes, and Sean wanted Michelle more than he’d ever wanted a woman in his life.
He broached the subject with Mac but he felt guilty as he did so. He had a much easier time meeting women than Mac, but sometimes fairness didn’t come into it. So he told Mac how he felt. After a long night of talking, they still were at an impasse. They loved each other like brothers and were willing to defer to the other if it killed them. They could both give her up so neither had her, but neither of them was that selfish. If she’d been more experienced, they might have approached her together because sharing women was something they had done before and would gladly do again, but with her inexperience, that didn’t seem to be an option.
So they decided that one of them would make their play and if he was rejected, the other would take his shot. To decide which one got first crack, they fell back to grammar school ways and did rock-paper-scissors. Mac won and Sean felt like he’d been punched in the gut, but he put on a happy face and wished his buddy well. He would step back and be friends to both of them if it killed him. Although, if Michelle gave the slightest indication that she would prefer him, Sean admitted to himself reluctantly that he would knock Mac to the curb in his rush to get to her.
But that never happened. She treated Sean like a big brother. She hugged him and teased him and kissed his cheek, but she never gave him any indication that she thought of him as a man.
A month after they met, Mac took her virginity with Sean in the next bedroom, and he had gone out and gotten rip-roaring drunk to avoid listening to his best friend making love to the women they both loved.
* * * *
Michelle had been wracked with guilt after making love with Mac, but she loved him too much to deny him anything he wanted...
And she was a bit embarrassed by her lack of experience. She was worried she wouldn’t measure up to all of those knowledgeable co-eds who routinely threw themselves at Mac, even seeing Michelle with him.
But Mac loved her inexperience. He didn’t actually care if she was a virgin or not, but he was, he explained, a Dominant. He wanted, no, he needed complete control in the bedroom. With her lack of experience, he could teach her, mold her into the perfect partner for him. She was his and no one else’s.
The first time they made love, when he took her virginity, he was sweet and gentle, but he held her hands over her head and controlled her completely. When she first saw him naked and the size of his erect penis, she was afraid. How would it fit inside of her? It just didn’t seem possible. But he demanded her complete submission, and she was happy to turn control over to him. It took the pressure off her as she worried about doing the wrong thing. The actual moment wasn’t as painful as she had expected. She was overwhelmed when the force of her first orgasm slammed through her.
And over the next few months, there were many firsts for her. The first time he pinched her nipples and she realized the jolt of pain went straight to her clit. The first time he spanked her and she got so wet that she made his pant leg damp. The first time she sucked his cock. But he guided her carefully through the processes, teaching her exactly what pleased him and how to swallow. The first time he clamped her nipples. The first time he tied her to the bed and made her beg for his cock.
He’d done it all to her, and she revelled in it. She loved it when he pushed her to do something she was uncomfortable with, knowing he would never push her too far.
In return, he taught her things about her body she never knew. He learned all of her erogenous zones. He knew how to arouse her with a touch. He knew how to bring her to the brink of climax and then keep her hanging so that she begged for release. And he knew how to use his mouth on her pussy. He gave her more pleasure than she thought was possible.
He whispered into her ear at unexpected times of the day all of the things he was planning to do to her that night using crude language and making her so aroused she had trouble concentrating for the rest of the workday.
She was so in love that she couldn’t see straight.
By June, he’d convinced her that to save money, she should move in with him and Sean.
The best friends shared the run-down house that Mac was using for his company. The business was on the first floor, and the friends had the two bedrooms upstairs.
Michelle couldn’t remember a time she’d been happier than those first months living with Mac and Sean. Mac was a wonderful man and she loved him. He could focus on her and make her feel like she was the only girl in the world, when he wasn’t working her fingers to the bone. Sean made her laugh. He’d take her out for ice cream to take a break when he thought Mac was working her too hard, or challenge her to video games. They had fun together.
But she felt weird, sometimes, with Sean in the next bedroom. She and Mac had an active sex life, and even after a long hard day working, Mac always brought her to several screaming orgasms. One night in bed after a particularly energetic bout of sex, she expressed this concern to Mac.
“You met him first,” he stated. “Were you attracted to him? If I hadn’t been interested, would you have dated him? Slept with him?”
One would think she’d get used to some of the outrageous things that could come out of Mac’s mouth, but this was a new high or low, depending upon how she looked at it, but she couldn’t lie to him.
“Yes, I would probably have been interested in Sean. He’s a good man and very attractive. Would we have dated? Probably. Would we have slept together? Impossible to know. And now that I’m with you, it’ll never happen.”
* * * *
One day in August, she came back to the grocery store to find that Mac and Sean had had a big fight. Sean stormed out as she was letting herself in. Sean? Mister Even Temper? She tried to get Mac to talk about it, but he locked himself in his office and ignored her knocks.
Sean was back in time for dinner. The two men acted as if nothing had happened, but there was an undercurrent that they could all feel.
The next day, she convinced Sean to go out for ice cream after a tension-filled dinner.
“What’s going on? What’s wrong?” she demanded as they were sitting on the front steps eating their ice cream and watching the sun go down.
He looked at her. He reached out to touch the corner of her mouth which had a drop of ice cream. Then he leaned over and kissed her. He’d kissed her on the cheek before. He’d hugged her. But this was different. Before, he’d touched her like a brother. Now he was kissing her like a man kissed a woman. And she found herself kissing him back. Her ice cream cone dropped forgotten on the steps as their tongues dueled in a timeless dance.
He pulled away. She found she was breathless, her heart pounding. She felt a flutter of desire in the pit of her stomach.
“This. This is what’s wrong. Mac loves you. You love Mac. I love you, too. Really love you, and I want you, but you think of me as a brother.”
She put her hand on his knee. “I do love you, too, Sean. Maybe if we’d met at another time, we’d be together. But I love Mac and I’ve made a commitment to him. I don’t want to hurt you, but I can’t leave him. And it’s not like the three of us could be together that way.” She laughed uncomfortably.
She felt a movement behind her, and it was Mac. How much of that conversation had he witnessed? He never discussed it with her, but later that night, she heard him and Sean having another screaming fight behind closed doors.
Finally, she couldn’t take it any longer. She threw the door open and stomped in. The two best friends were both red faced and furious, but not as mad as she was.
“Look, the two of you. Shut up.” Mac started to say something, but she shut him down. “No. You listen to me. Both of you.
“I love you both but I can’t stand this fighting. You’ve been best friends for twenty-three years,
and whatever has come between you… I don’t know and I don’t care what it is. Work it out! Or I’m out of here. Do you understand?”
Mac raised his hand. “May I say something?”
“No.” And she stomped out and went to the bedroom she shared with Mac. She undressed and got into bed and waited for him. She could hear him and Sean talking in the apartment. They were discussing something intently, but she couldn’t hear the words. But at least they weren’t shouting at each other.
She’d planned to stay up and talk further with Mac when he came to bed, but this discussion with Sean seemed to be going on forever. She hoped it was a good sign, but eventually she found herself getting sleepy and drifted off.
Chapter Two
She awakened abruptly as the door to the bedroom opened and the bright light shined on her.
“What?” She sat up, rubbing her eyes. “What time is it?” She looked to the doorway and realized that it was both Mac and Sean. She pulled the sheet up over her exposed breasts. Typically, Mac was so focused on what he’d come to talk about, he didn’t seem to mind his best friend seeing her bare breasts.
“Two a.m. Look, Sean was hot for you from day one, and so was I. He did see you first but only because he was supposed to interview you. So we did rock-paper-scissors, and I won first crack at you.” Sean started laughing at the look of horror on her face. “But I see that might not have been fair to you.”
“Ya think!” She surged up to her knees, careful to keep the sheet in front of her. “I can’t believe you two. Maybe I could have dated both of you and then made a choice, but you guys didn’t even think to ask me what I thought and went to rock-paper-scissors? And don’t you laugh, Sean Mallory. You agreed!”
Mac sat down on the side of her bed taking one hand. She had to clamp her elbows to her sides and hold tight with her other hand to keep the sheet from slipping.
“I see now that I was wrong to take away your choice. And now Sean wants to move out. I don’t want him to go, and I don’t want you to move out either. And you are both attracted to each other. Don’t try to deny it, Michelle. I saw your reaction when Sean kissed you, and I’m not mad or jealous. I love Sean like a brother, and we’ve always shared everything, including women. But I was afraid of scaring you away. We both were. That’s why we went to rock-paper-scissors.”
Sean stood in the doorway, his face enigmatic.
“You get what he’s saying?” asked Sean drily. “We both used to have sex with women at the same time. It’s called ménage. And he wants you to let us share you.”
Michelle colored, and she refused to look either of them in the eye. The thought of having both men make love to her thrilled and scared her. “Have you shared often?”
“We used to share regularly. Neither of us was looking for a relationship, and most women find having two cocks fucking them at the same time to be very enjoyable. Would you like to give it a try?” Sean, her sweet, sweet Sean was deliberately crude, like he wanted her to say no.
“Do you guys ever, you know…” She trailed off, embarrassed by what she was asking, but it didn’t seem to bother Sean.
“No, we’re not gay or bi, not that there’s anything wrong with that, as the saying goes. But we don’t have a problem being naked together. We grew up together. My mom used to look after both of us while Mac’s mom worked. We were naked together in the bathtub from back when we were about two. So it’s no big deal. We don’t purposefully touch each other’s junk, but we’re not freaked if it happens, either.”
“Well. Do you want to give it a try?” asked Mac, clearly impatient with the chitchat. “Will you let us both have you?”
Michelle sat there, looking from Mac to Sean and back again. She felt her nipples harden and could see them staring, watching. What they didn’t know was that she could feel the moisture running down her thighs has she knelt on the bed. Thank goodness the sheet still covered her from the waist down. It went against everything she had been taught. But, god help her, she wanted them both. Even if it was just one time, she wanted to know what it would be like to be loved by two such amazing men.
She opened her mouth but literally couldn’t speak.
Mac dropped his sweatpants and let his cock spring free. Then Sean did the same. Sean was every bit as large as Mac. Maybe a touch longer, but with slightly less girth. She watched them stroking their cocks, waiting for her to say something.
Slowly, she nodded.
Chapter Three
They both surged forward, propelling her back on the bed. The sheet was tossed away, and she lay there naked, between two very aroused men. Mac leaned over and kissed her hard, his tongue invading. Then he pulled back and let Sean kiss her. Sean’s kiss was softer, at first. But eventually he pulled back, too.
She hadn’t even noticed Mac leave the bed, but he must have. He had two neckties in his hands. He handed one to Sean. Together they tied her hands to the bedpost. They made sure she was comfortable, propping her head up on a couple of pillows, but she was also immobile, her body vulnerable to their every desire. She protested, but Mac shushed her and ran his hand down her body to her pussy. It was bare the way he liked it. He pushed her legs apart and dipped a finger into her.
She was dripping wet. He put his finger to his mouth.
“Mmm. She’s wet and aroused. Take a taste, Sean.”
Sean slid a finger through her folds and then lifted it to his mouth. “Like honey.”
Mac leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth, suckling hard. Sean did the same, latching on like a hungry newborn. She arched up in pleasure and from being so turned on by the sheer decadence of having two men caressing her skin and sucking her nipples.
Their hands moved up and down her body, lightly touching, caressing, and finally moving between her legs. Together, they dipped their fingers in her pussy, moving them in and out, alternating, stretching her, preparing her. And then Mac added a second finger while Sean lightly touched her clit with his thumb. She moaned and more cream poured out of her. Her hips moved, trying to get them to give her more, trying to rub her clit harder on Sean’s thumb, trying to push herself over the top, but they just laughed at her and continued to tease her.
“How does it feel, darling, to have two men finger fuck you at the same time.” Mac’s dirty talk thrilled her. “You’re hot, aren’t you. You want a cock inside you. You need a cock inside you.”
“Yes, yes, One of you please fuck me,” she begged, desperate to come.
“Soon, baby. Soon you’ll have two cocks inside you, but first, I think Sean should get a chance to eat that hot pussy of yours. And while he does, maybe I’ll clamp your nipples. Sean, wait until you see how hot her tits look with clamps.”
Sean didn’t have to be asked twice. He slid down between her legs and pulled them apart and put them over his shoulders, holding her wide open to his gaze. He licked her from asshole to pussy, stopping just short of her clit. He licked up her labia beside her clit on one side and down the other without actually touching the swollen organ. She struggled against her bonds and his grip on her thighs, trying to force her clit into his mouth. He chuckled, and the feel of his warm breath on her clit sent her arousal soaring, and she started to feel little tremors flowing through her as she desperately rolled her hips.
Taking pity on her, he pushed a big finger in her. She immediately began pumping her hips, fucking herself on his finger, but it wasn’t enough. He stilled her hips and pushed another finger in and licked her clit. Her back arched and her pussy spasmed as her orgasm slammed through her. But Sean didn’t stop. He added second finger, pumping in and out, harder, faster, and he sucked on her clit. She felt another climax rise, but before she could go over the edge, he pulled away and slid up her body, leaving her pussy clenching on air, her head twisting in frustration.
Mac kissed her hard on the lips. “Soon, baby.”
Then he sucked hard on her nipple before grasping in it his teeth, elongating it. She moaned. He slid the nipple clamp o
n it, fastening it just tight enough that she moaned again from the sharp jolt of pain. He licked her reddening nub as the pain morphed into something different that had her whimpering. He repeated the process on the other nipple, and now she was desperate for release again. The nipple clamps seemed to send a jolt of desire right to her pussy, and she squirmed restlessly against the bonds.
Mac and Sean released her, massaging her arms. She tried to break free and rub her own clit since they didn’t seem inclined to provide her with relief. Mac laughed and turned her onto her hands and knees, positioning himself behind her and whispering in her ear.
“Suck Sean’s cock, baby, while I fuck you from behind. You get to come after you make him come.”
Desperately, she reached for Sean’s cock. “Naughty, naughty. Did I say you could use your hands.” He smacked her butt hard and reached down for her hands. He pulled them behind her and tied them with one of the discarded ties. He then pushed her head down. “Open wide, baby.”
Eagerly, she opened her mouth and took Sean’s penis inside. She sucked the head, rimming it with her tongue. Sean reached down and wound her hair around his fingers, holding her head still while he started to move slowly within her mouth. She sucked hard each time he pulled out, desperate to make him come.
She felt Mac position his cock at her pussy entrance. She tried to push back against him, but Sean held her firmly. She groaned in frustration but couldn’t complain because of the cock in her mouth. Mac grabbed her hips and pushed in hard and fast until he was buried to the hilt.
“Suck him, baby, and get him off.” He smacked her ass again. “And swallow everything or else.”
She moved her mouth against the cock in her mouth, causing Sean to moan. When Mac reached around to her breasts and slid his fingers into the rings of the nipple clamps and pulled, she could feel her climax building. He could feel it, too. “Don’t you dare come without permission.” He twisted harder, and she cried out, her body almost bucking in desperation to have his cock move inside her. He reached down and lightly touched her clit. She could have cried in frustration. He knew just how much or rather how little it would take to get her off, and he was deliberately giving her just enough to drive her crazy and not enough to come.