Double Stuffed: MFM Menage Romance

by Farrah Paige

  “Fine, let’s both go up there and she can tell you to fuck off,” snapped Ethan.

  “She’s going to tell you, frog,” I countered. “And I can’t wait to see the look on your face when you have to leave.”

  We marched across the lobby. The security guard that had broken up our fight before eyed us warily. I had a feeling I’d be calling downstairs to have Ethan removed once Honey choose me. Marching to her door, we both knocked. Honey opened the door.

  “Oh, God,” she said worried.

  “We have to talk,” I said.

  Ethan pushed his way in ahead of me and I was half tempted to smash him in the face. But no, I couldn’t start another fight. We could resolve this and move on, here and now. I moved inside the room as well and Honey shut the door.

  “Honey, I know you and I are meant to be together,” I said.

  “Tell him who owns your heart, Honey,” insisted Ethan.

  “You and I shared that moment on the set,” I reminded her. “It was intense and beautiful.”

  “We made love right on this bed,” said Ethan. “You know who you want.”

  “Okay, quiet,” said Honey. “I am attracted to both of you and that’s the truth. I don’t want to choose either of you. I want to choose both of you.”

  “Both of us?” I said a little shocked. “How would that work? Is this some French thing?”

  “Stop saying that,” said Ethan. “It’s a ménage de trio.”

  “That’s French,” I pointed out.

  “Please Honey,” I said moving close to her. “Send him away.”

  Ethan was right on top of us. We each had our hands on her.

  “Send him away,” insisted Ethan.

  She was now holding both of us. She gently touched him, while kissing me. Then gently touched me, while kissing him.

  “Both,” she whispered. “Here and now.”

  Perhaps it was Honey’s raw sexual energy or perhaps it was the stubbornness in Ethan and I, but neither one of us moved. And we all knew right there and then what was about to happen. She ran her hand under my shirt and then Ethan’s. While she kissed Ethan, I started unbuttoning her chef’s uniform. She was still wearing it from the competition.

  Pulling away, she turned her back to his briefly and let the uniform fall away from her curvy frame. I took the moment to unbutton my shirt and toss it aside. Ethan was still untucking his from his pants. Honey unhooked her pants, let them fall and then stepped out of them. She was now just in her underwear.

  She turned to me and smiled devilishly, then reached behind and undid her bra. She tossed it onto a chair, letting her heaving breasts breathe free. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Ethan taking off his clothes hurriedly. I unbuckled my pants and stripped off my underwear and pants simultaneously. As I sat on the bed to remove my shoes and socks, Honey crawled onto the bed, then lifted her legs and removed her panties, kicking them off with one foot. She posed on the bed for a second, looking angelic in the hotel lamp light.

  Ethan crawled over to her, set her on her back and parted her legs. He started eating her pussy. I have to admit, it was kind of erotic having Ethan doing stuff to Honey while I was doing it. It sort of kept me on my toes. I moved up to her head and kissed her and played with her ample breasts. Then I put the nipples in my mouth and tongued them. I kissed the upper part of her torso, while she reached down and took my engorged cock in her hand. She stroked it gently and tickled my balls with her fingers.

  We switched positions. Honey got on all fours and started sucking Ethan’s cock. After quickly retrieving a condom and donning it, I moved behind her, parted her perfect buttocks and penetrated her already dripping pussy with my swollen cock. The heat from her pussy was intense and I gently rocked back and forth as she rode Ethan’s unit with her mouth.

  I reached under and started stimulating her clit with my fingers. She moaned in pleasure, Ethan’s shaft still deep in her mouth. Ethan put his head back and also moaned, the chain reaction moving through the three of us. I could tell that Honey was enjoying herself, her juices flowed.

  Before I could increase my thrusts and get to a climax, Honey decided to turn around. Disengaging from both us, she completely flipped. Sliding my condom off, she slid her sweet lips around my shaft and swallowed me balls deep.

  Ethan had already gotten his condom on and now followed me into her sweet love hole. Fucking her walls and pushing her onto me. He too reached around and massaged her clit and I experienced the chain reaction of pleasure. She moaned on my cock and the vibrations nearly sent me over the edge, but there was more to come.

  After several glorious minutes of being on the brink, Honey stopped us and told me to get my condom on.

  “I want you both inside me at the same time,” she said. “Please. I want to have you both together.”

  There was no question that we would do it now. Ethan and I continued to avoid each other’s glances. There was still a lot of tension between us and that was fueling a sexual competition to treat Honey the best as possible. Ethan entered her pussy and started fucking her face to face. I slipped on another condom and slowly entered her tight, tight ass. It was like a vice grip on my shaft.

  “Oh, God,” she gasped.

  Now we were both in and she was packed tight. I was front to back with her and Ethan was front to front. We started fucking her from both sides. From the moment we started, it was clear there was no coming back now. I lifted Honey’s leg up for better access, while Ethan and I alternated our strokes. They got faster and faster. The slapping and moaning and suction all came to a head and then we both pushed deep inside her. I came. I came hard. I wanted to fill her up with as much of my seed as I possessed even though it was just filling up a condom.

  Soaked in sweat and spent, we fell to our sides on the bed, still inside her. We were all panting and wondering what we had just done. Perhaps for the French, this was nothing, but for me it was a new level of intensity. Honey was between us, vibrating and quivering with post orgasmic quakes. There was no regret, only satisfaction in her face and I knew this wouldn’t be the last time I would have to share her with Ethan.

  She was truly enamored with us both. I have to admit; the intensity was almost worth it. Perhaps there was some way this could work or was I talking crazy? What I did know was, I would not be the one to walk away. Let Ethan flinch, but not me. I would prove myself the rock that Honey needed in her life.

  Chapter 15

  Honey

  The guys and I spooned for a while then thought it would be best if they left. We still were trying to keep things quiet. I surprised myself last night with my behavior and I wondered what the boys were really thinking. Giving them time to process was probably best, so I let them go without a word.

  The next morning, I awoke refreshed and energized. Something had changed inside me. I felt more confident and relaxed than I ever did.

  Emma got ready early, but I was in the shower. When I got out, she had texted that she would go on ahead to the studio to make sure the kitchen was set up properly. During the strudel competition we almost couldn’t find all the ingredients.

  I got dressed and went downstairs. In the hotel coffee shop, I grabbed my coffee and prepared to walk out to my car, but a man walked up to me.

  “Honey Davidson?” he asked.

  “Yes?” I said.

  “Do you think sleeping with both judges on a competitive cooking show is ethical?” he asked.

  I went pale.

  Oh, my God people know! People know!

  “I-I-I-I have to leave,” I stammered.

  When I got outside there were more reporters and photographers. Fortunately, my limo was pulling up. They shouted questions to me as they snapped pictures and took video.

  “When did your affair with the chefs start?”

  “What’s it like dating two men?”

  “Are the three of you having sex together?”

  “Will you withdraw from the competition?”


  As the car pulled away, I was shaking. I went from feeling the best I had felt in ages to the absolute worst. It felt like my whole life was suddenly being picked apart and I was completely alone. Who could’ve told them?

  Then a thought occurred to me: Emma knew not to be here. Could it be that Emma was part of Steven’s plan all along? Had he gotten to her somehow? Did she just sell me out for some money? I mean, she probably needed it and she was pretty star struck by everything. Who else would it possible be? She’s the only one that knows.

  I didn’t know whether to confront her or not. If she had sold me out, she would deny it. But if she hadn’t, would I be destroying our friendship and her morale right before the show? I couldn’t concentrate. I just wanted to leave and go back to my bakery before any of this happened. If I could just go back to the bakery, I would never, ever, ever appear on television again. Fame wasn’t worth it.

  Walking into the studio, I passed by Rita as she was getting into makeup. She did something weird and said hello to me. She didn’t normally do that.

  “Hey, Honey,” she said. “Big admirer of yours.”

  What did that mean? Could Rita have done this? Maybe she followed us or hired someone to follow Ethan and Clark. Oh, God. Could it be Ethan and Clark? Or one of them? Had I been a fool all this time and gotten played by the two handsome chefs. They were both willing to sleep with me, but that was lust not love. My feeling was that Ethan and Clark were good, but how well did I really know them.

  “Hey Honey,” greeted Emma on the set. “Are you okay? Did you get any sleep?”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” I snapped.

  “Nothing, you just look tired,” she said innocently.

  “Sorry,” I said, almost crying. “I’ll tell you after the show.”

  The next challenge was to make doughnuts. This was normally a no brainer for me, but I was really distracted. I couldn’t remember all the ingredients right away. Then, from behind the camera, I saw Steven leering at me. He held up a picture. It was me, Clark and Ethan having sex.

  Oh, my God. It was Steven. He did this. He did it all.

  That was it, I was completely off my game. Even Emma was questioning what I was doing. I was an absolutely wreck. When it came time for the tasting, it was discovered that I had dropped a butter wrapper into the dough. I had actually fried it in with the doughnuts technically making part of my food inedible.

  “I’m sorry,” said Clark in shock. “We have to disqualify you from the competition.”

  “You have entered an inedible entry,” announced Ethan dramatically. “You are no longer allowed to compete on the Baker Battles.”

  Emma was crushed, but I was just numb. Rita tried to interview me, but I just walked away. Emma did the interview making apologies for me. Rita made a pronouncement to the camera about “how the mighty fall” or something. Emma was right, the entire show was fake. It was all just amped up for the drama. I marched to Steven’s office to confront him.

  “You son of a bitch!” I snapped. “Who the hell do you think you are? You rigged my hotel room with cameras? You sick fuck!”

  “That’s show business, babe,” he smiled. “But I want to thank you, you’ve brought in the highest ratings yet and a pretty good profit when I sell the photos.”

  “I’ll sue you,” I snapped.

  “No, you won’t,” laughed Steven. “You didn’t read your contract. And while it doesn’t explicitly state I can take your picture while having sex, it definitely says I can document your life during the shooting of the show. And all that happened during the shooting of the show. So, go ahead, sue me if you think you can win.”

  “You’re a monster.”

  “Am I?” he laughed. “You’re going to make a ton of money, Honey. You’ll go back to your bakery and the line you had before? That will be nothing. You were already on the verge of expanding, the last cook we did this to has 18 stores in the Dallas area now and he wasn’t half the cook you are. So relax, babe. You’re going to be rich.”

  “I never wanted to be rich!” I shouted at him. “What is wrong with you people? You think that money and fame solves everything? I had a life. A reputation.”

  “You can buy a new life. In two years, no one will even remember this,” he laughed. “You will be able to do everything you want to now. Five years from now, you’ll be so busy counting money you won’t even remember this conversation. Then we’ll have you back for the retrospective. Bump up your customers again and I will make a tidy profit on the plaza.”

  “You just don’t even care,” I gasped, realizing how hollow and shameless Steven was. “You play around with people and manipulate people’s lives, but you just don’t care. People aren’t even real to you.”

  “Of course they’re real, babe,” he smiled. “People are ratings. Your stories are ratings, but we have to jazz them up. No one wants to hear just about a small town baker, they want to see two men fight over their love. That fight was amazing. It’s got 50 million views on YouTube. I produced that. I made that. So yeah, people aren’t real to me. But I didn’t make them memes, the Internet did.”

  “I’m going home,” I said, tears streaming down my face. “Do what you want to me, but I’m leaving.”

  “Of course, you’ve been kicked off the show,” he said. “It was a brilliant downfall, but I have to insist you do that interview with the morning show tomorrow. Sandra Gonzalez is a friend and I promised her. Plus, it’s in your contract.”

  “What?”

  “Yes, you have to promote the show and do interviews set up by me,” he explained. “So just do it or I’ll sue you. And I’ll win too because I have money and lawyers and the backing of the studio; I won’t even have to pay the lawyers. Just go do it and you can go home.”

  “Why are you doing this?” I cried. “I was happy in my life back home. I was happy just being a regular baker.”

  I started to leave, but Steven rushed ahead of me and slammed the door shut as I tried to open it. He got right in my face.

  “Now who is lying?” he said intently. “I may be an amoral, manipulative bastard, but don’t preach to me that you were happy. I did some checking up on you before we arrived at the bakery. You have nothing. No family no relationship, not even a cat. You got up every day in that sad apartment of yours longing for some attention. Any attention. You’ve got some of the most pathetic dating bios on the Internet, begging for any man to pay attention to you.”

  “My life wasn’t perfect, but I was happy,” I insisted. “I had a career and a business.”

  “Which left you feeling empty inside.” he insisted. “I filled you up with purpose and this is the thanks I get? I orchestrate a great drama for you two famous chefs--- Chefs no less. They’re falling all over themselves to be with you and now they both are. And you yell at me? You chastise me? You should be down on your knees thanking me. I made you happy. I made you famous. And I’m about to make you insanely wealthy. Call me whatever you want, but don’t lie to me. You weren’t happy.”

  “Fine. I wasn’t happy.” I shouted back. “But I’m not happy now. It was all fake. Every part of it. You don’t care about my food. You don’t care about anything other than making yourself look good and making money.”

  “That’s all there is in this world, babe,” laughed Steven. “That’s what everybody wants. Just because you stand there on your high horse and deny it, doesn’t mean that’s it’s not true.”

  “Oh, really?” I shot back. “Is Rita happy?”

  “Sure,” scoffed Steven. Why wouldn’t she be? She’s successful, beautiful and famous. She hosts a hit TV show.”

  “She’s miserable.” I countered. “You can see it in her eyes. You can see it in her body movements. The woman is hanging by a thread and she is not having a good time. Not here and not in her personal life. Nowhere. You are the cause of that. Your manipulation and lies. She has no job security. She doesn’t know from one moment to the next whether or not she’ll have a job thanks to
you.”

  “Rita can walk away any time she wants,” shrugged Steven. “The studio loves her. She’ll probably get another show right after this one.”

  “Oh, because you tell her that?” I snapped.

  Steven didn’t answer. Of course, he never told Rita that. Just like everyone else on his staff, he kept them all at each other’s throats. It was the only way he could maintain control. While everyone looked for the backstab from everyone else, only Steven was a “reliable work friend” and that’s the way he wanted it.

  “And what about you?” I demanded.

  “What about me?” he said a little nervously.

  “Are you happy, Steven? Does toying with people’s lives fulfill you?” I demanded to know.

  “I don’t do that,” he smiled.

  “We both know you know the truth. You can lie to everyone pretty easily, but when you’re that smart, it’s pretty tough to lie to yourself isn’t it? You can tell yourself that you’re doing me a favor, but deep down you know it’s not true. It’s just more justification for your bad behavior. It’s just more justification so you can tell yourself that you’re really a nice guy, when you’re not,” I said. “If anyone’s alone on this show, it’s you. You’ve isolated yourself from the entire sea of humanity because you cannot be honest with who you really are.”

  Steven shifted his weight a little. That seemed to leave some impression with him, I think, but it was hard to tell. Steven had spent so many years lying the truth eluded even him. I felt sorry for him. Someday it would all catch up to him. His house of lies would crumble around him and he wouldn’t even understand why.

  “So, you going to do the morning show or not?” he asked after a brief silence.

  I walked out of the office. I was going to do it to avoid being sued but let him wonder and wait. I headed back to the hotel room to try and process my awful day.

  Chapter 16

  Ethan

  In the parking lot, I caught up to Clark getting into his Uber.