Interracial Romance: Gay Romance: Bound By His Own Desires (MMM Endowed Black Men Bondage Threesome Romance) (A Billionaire's Freedom Book 3)

by Dayna, Bethany

  The next morning, she lay in bed looking out the window.  The sunlight fell through the sheer curtains nicely, making for a relaxing atmosphere.  She stretched leisurely and sat up, hands twirling in her hair.  She could not wait to go out and explore more sights of this city before moving on to her next destination.  She smiled contentedly, not knowing what other adventures awaited her while already enjoying the memories of those she had already experienced.

  --THE END--

  Loyalty Lies

  It had been a long and stressful day at work.  All Joan wanted was to get home, soak in a bubble bath while drinking wine, then set in for a good night’s rest.  She sped down the freeway, the idea of her downtime urging her on.  She desperately needed peace and quiet.  Her boss was always a jerk but he had outdone himself today.  He had even gone so far so as to make a jab at her weight, although he thought she was out of earshot.  It was rude and unprofessional but nobody would back her up on a claim.  “Why are the worst people always in the positions of power?”  She sighed.

  She finally pulled into her driveway, surprised to see her husband’s car already parked.  She shrugged and gathered her things before exiting her car and walking up the front steps.  Curiously, only the light outside the hallway of the master bedroom was on.  It was far too early for her husband, Conrad, to be asleep but what would he be doing in the dark?  And why was only that specific light on?  She walked inside.  The house was silent.  Right as she opened her mouth to announce her arrival, she heard Conrad groan.

  Joan froze.  She felt something drop to the pit of her stomach and her legs felt heavy as lead.  She gulped.  Though unlikely, all she could do was hope she had only imagined the sound.  Or, at the least, misinterpreted what she had heard.  She finally took a few steps forward to the foot of the stairs and stopped, waiting on bated breath.

  Not too long had passed (thought it felt eternal to her) when she heard him groan again.  It was a deep, guttural groan of pleasure.  It was followed by a woman’s high-pitched moan.  Her head spun, pulse pounding in her ears and face growing hot.

  This is impossible, she thought as she took the first step up.  I’m imagining this, she told herself unconvincingly with the next step.  He might just be watching porn, was the next empty statement accompanying the following step.  And so she made her way up the staircase, each step garnering another ridiculous or pointless statement in her head.  She had finally reached the landing when she felt paralyzed.  Her heart raced, there was a throbbing in her head, and her breath caught in her throat.  If she walked in there now, what would she see?  More importantly, what would she do?  It was a reality she could never unlearn.  Was she ready for that?  Her body seemed to respond for her.  It would not allow her to move.  She was rooted to the spot when, suddenly, a jolt went through her body.

  The jolt was the result of her ears picking up on Conrad’s increased grunting and a woman’s moaning, growing louder and more consistent.  The jolt sent Joan forward.  She placed her hand on the doorknob and pushed the door open.  The woman screamed as Conrad sent her tumbling to the ground, his eyes and movement wild.  “Joan,” he said loudly and stupidly.  The woman scrambled into a corner, dragging a sheet with her to cover her naked body.  Joan threw her a look filled with disgust and pity before turning to Conrad, her glare steely.

  “Joan, please-“

  “Please?  Please, what, Conrad?  I haven’t said anything.  I haven’t done anything.  Or are you asking me to letting you finish so you can cum and then we’ll talk?”

  Conrad gaped at her.

  Joan shrugged.  “I’m not dealing with this,” she said dismissively before turning on her heel and stalking away.  She hurried down the steps, grabbed her purse and car keys, and dashed out the front door.  She heard Conrad’s faint cries of “Joan, Joan, Joan” before she went out.  Once in her car, the reality slammed into her and tears began to fall freely.  It was not something she imagined; she had really just caught her husband with another woman.  She pictured the scene and felt like vomiting.  Swallowing hard, she forced herself to be collected enough to drive.

  “Joan, what are you doing here?”  Mitch was her husband’s best friend.  He stood in the frame of his front door, carefully examining Joan.  He made no effort to hide his complete surprise and faint annoyance.  It was quite late and she could not blame him, especially given the unannounced arrival.  This was not the plan.  None of this was the plan.  It seemed her car drove to Mitch’s house out of its own will.  Her mind had been racing with a million thoughts until she parked out front and realized she had no idea about the destination.  She hadn’t decided on this but, then again, it was a day full of surprises.

  “I need help,” she said.  In her three words, written all over her face, was the truth.  She really did need help, or else she would not be here without warning.  There was so much to be said but she was unsure how much she could actually get out.  Besides, was it not pretty low to run to the best friend?  Mitch might end up defending or siding with Conrad, after all.  It made perfect sense.  I’m clearly not in my right mind, Joan thought.  Mitch stepped to the side to allow her inside.  She stepped in and, setting her purse down on the table in the foyer, she looked around absentmindedly.  Nothing could fill her mind except what she had just witnessed and everything associated with it.

  “Need a drink?”

  Joan only nodded.  She made her way to the living room but did not sit.  She only stood in the middle, staring at the wall, feeling completely lost.  The chaos at work from earlier in the day had completely been overtaken by the few minutes she had spent at home.  Her eyes went into focus at the sound of Mitch’s footsteps and, only then, did she notice the mirror directly across her.  She carefully examined herself in it.  Though she was on the thicker end, her curves were well distributed.  She dressed well for her body type.  Very well.  She had not really questioned whether her husband found her attractive until this moment.  The woman, whoever she was, looked quite different from her.  She was a waif-like blonde woman with very large, very fake breasts.  That was all her mind had picked up in the few seconds she’d actually looked at her.  Was that what Conrad truly desired?

  She wiped a single tear off her cheek and fell onto the nearest chair.  Conrad had never hinted at wanting her to look any different.  Even recently, their sex lives had not his a slump or roadblock.  Had he been having sex with the both of them?  She wondered how many times he would come home to Joan, still dirty with the scent of the other woman.  She shivered, feeling a new wave of nausea.

  “So, how about you tell me what’s going on,” Mitch said as he tapped the rim of the glass set in front of her.

  Joan looked down at it, then up at Mitch.  He had the same look of confusion and slight annoyance, though it was softening up a bit.  She picked up the glass with a shaky hand and downed the whiskey he had poured inside.  She saw her fingertips go white from holding onto the glass too tightly.  Setting it down, she swallowed hard before meeting Mitch’s eyes.  He was still leaning forward, waiting to know why she had come to him.

  Before she knew what her body was doing, she pushed herself off the chair.  She walked up to Mitch, seized his shoulders, and pushed him back before climbing on his lap and straddling him.  He opened his eyes in alarm but did nothing to push her off.  He did not even say a word.  It was obvious he was caught completely by surprise and was debating how to react.  One never expected the best friend’s wife to behave this way, especially not so suddenly.  Joan leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.  It was only then that he gently pushed her back, eyebrow raised.

  “Exactly what do you think you’re doing?”

  “The same thing Conrad’s been doing to me for who knows how long.”

  Mitch drew in a breath and closed his eyes.  Pressing a hand to his temple, he asked, “What?�
�  His voice sounded strained, almost disappointed.

    “He’s cheating on me.  I caught him with her before I came here.”  She paused.  Thinking about it, she placed a hand under Mitch’s chin so he would look at her.  “I didn’t plan this.  I don’t know why I came here or what I’m doing.  Really.”  She looked down, away from him, feeling embarrassed.

  Mitch nodded, clearing his throat at the same time.  “This isn’t the answer.”

  “I know,” she said softly, sadly.  “I know it’s not the answer but-” She stopped talking and pressed her lips against his once again.  She settled into his lap and pushed her body into his.  Grinding her hips down she whispered, “I know it’s not the answer but it’s so gratifying.”

  “Joan, he’s my best friend,” he said breathily.  Unfortunately, she could already feel a hardening bulge against her.

  She pulled back and said, almost angrily, “Your shit best friend knows nothing about loyalty.”

  Mitch gulped.  He opened his mouth but no words came out.  There was nothing to say in this situation.  He knew it was wrong to let this go any further but he did not feel like fighting it.  Conrad had messed up.  Joan was in pain.  Maybe he was rationalizing and even taking advantage of the situation, but he had a feeling rejecting Joan would set her off.  He could not be at peace unless he said something more, tried to stop this at least one more time.  “He doesn’t.  I’m sorry you have to go through this.  But, Joan, you know this isn’t-“

  She cut him off with another kiss, this time more insistent.  He gave in, knowing she would not give up easily.  Again, there was something in him that did not want to put a stop to this anyway.  It was not that he did not care about his friendship.  He just could not deny he was disappointed in Conrad and he feared Joan’s reaction should he reject her.  It also did not hurt he had always thought of her as being incredibly sexy.

  She pulled back only to take her shirt off in one, clean motion.  A grin spread across her face and he tried to ignore the slight craze he detected.  It’s normal in her state, he rationalized.  She unhooked her bra and tossed it to the side before leaning in to kiss him again.  She grabbed one of his hands and placed it directly on her side, right under the curve of her chest.  He automatically moved it up and began rubbing, feeling her nipple grow hard under his palm.  Her breathing grew heavy, as did his, meanwhile she grinded her hips down on his growing erection.

  She pulled back to catch her breath and he took the opportunity to suck on her nipples.  She moaned, arching her back.  He flicked one with his tongue and looked up at her.  Conrad’s crazy to cheat on her, he thought.  She looked like a goddess with her head thrown back, fully enjoying the sensations she was experiencing.  He kissed up her chest and shoulder until he reached the nook of her neck.  He began to suck, his tongue darting out to lick from time to time.  Meanwhile, he fondled both breasts using both hands, giving quick pinches to her nipples from time to time.  After a couple minutes, she pulled back and stood up.

  She quickly undid her pants and slid them off, dragging down her panties at the same time.  She bent over, her breasts jiggling delightfully as she did so, and placed her hands on his knees.  Looking him straight in the eyes, she raked them up his thighs straight to the waistband of his pants.  He drew in a breath when she unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper.  Without hesitation, she reached into his boxers and pulled out his rock-hard cock.  She smirked and stroked it a few times before straddling him once again.  She pulled herself up into position.

  He gently placed a hand on her stomach to stop her for a second.  She looked at him, somewhat frustrated.  “Joan, are you-“

  “Oh, shut up.  Don’t worry about me, I know what I’m doing.  Unless you’re the one who wants to stop?”

  Mitch did not respond.  She pulled herself further up on his lap until he felt her rub against the tip of his cock.  She was so wet he could feel her liquid beginning to coat where his cock rubbed against her opening.  He moaned from deep in his throat before feeling her lips press onto his, her tongue sliding instantly into his mouth.  She grabbed his cock and stroked, making sure it was placed right at her opening.  She pushed her hips down and he felt the tightness and warmth surrounding his cock.  She moaned into his mouth, pressing her naked breasts against his chest.

  He placed his hands on her ample hips and pushed her down further.  Pretty soon, he began raising his hips at her rhythm so he could go deeper.  She broke the kiss, wrapping her arm around his neck, her heavy breath falling hot on his mouth.  He let out a grunt as he raised his hips especially high and went deep into her.  She let out a low moan, biting her lip afterward.

  She stood up only to place her hands on the arm of the couch.  She bent over, showing him her large, round ass.  She opened her legs and his eyes wandered over her thick thighs hungrily.  She reached around with one hand, running a finger up and down her left ass cheek.  He stood up and went to stand right behind her.  Cock in hand, he rubbed it once over her slit before plunging it in.  She turned away from him, moaning and back arching.  He slid out of her completely before plunging in once again, this time going deeper.  She moaned and gasped while he let out a deep groan.

  She pushed back against him while he was still inside her, so he placed his hands on her hips and began thrusting.  He began at a moderate pace but was very soon pounding into her, hard and fast.  She was moaning loudly and he very much enjoyed the sound, along with the sight of her breasts bouncing around with the movement.  He hunched over her, wrapping his arms around her thick waist.  He went in even deeper than before, his pounding as fast and hard as ever.  Her moans were uncontrollable by this point, bringing him right to the edge.  “I’m about to cum,” he said roughly.

  “Go ahead,” she managed to get out between labored breaths.  He grinned and his thrusts became erratic.  He began to groan loudly and she felt him cum inside her, a small stream of it running down her leg.  He continued to thrust in and out for a minute or two after finishing, until his erection began to go down.  He pulled out and asked, “Need me to finish you off?”  She answered by turning around and leaning against the armrest, slipping a couple fingers inside herself.  He watched her finger herself, thumb rubbing her clit, until she reached orgasm only a few seconds later.  She slid down to the floor, breasts heaving with every one of her breaths.  She looked up at him slyly.

  “Fucking hot,” was all he said.

  She smirked but it quickly turned into a frown she tried to hide.  She looked away from him.  She looked down at her legs, noticing everything on her thighs.  She felt dirty and wrong.  What had this really done for her except made her no better than her husband?  Now, she was a cheater just like him.  To make matters worse, she had sought out his best friend to have sex with her.  She dropped her head into her hands and rubbed her face, groaning in frustration.

  “I was afraid of this,” Mitch said quietly.

  She looked up at him, full of shame and regret.  She should have never dragged him into this.  She should have never put herself in this position either.

  “What’s the use of hitting yourself over the head?  You made a decision and you went with it.  It may have been rash, but you can’t be expected to be thinking clearly now.”

  She pushed herself up and stood in front of him, becoming aware of her naked body.  Noticing her blush, he quickly grabbed the throw blanket from the basket near the chair and handed it to her.  She placed it over herself, still unable to meet his eyes.

  She sighed and finally said, “I think what makes me feel worse about the whole thing is your relationship to him.  What a mess I’ve made out of an already messy situation.”

  “Don’t worry about that.  You’re reacting to his crappy action.  Call it a rationalization, but he had it coming.  Don’t think I don’t care but, like you, I made a choice.  Inst
ead of beating myself up over it, I’ll move forward.  You should do the same.”  He took a pause and walked over to her.  “You should move forward for yourself.  Don’t take this from him, you don’t deserve it.”

  Joan finally met his eyes and smiled.  It was a very small smile but entirely genuine.  She bumped his shoulder.  “You know, you’re right.  I’m definitely going to move forward but I’m not going to make it easy on him.”

  An hour later, walking into a hotel room for the night, she sunk onto the bed and sat in the dark.  She sat there and processed for a long time, hours even.  By the time the sun was rising and her eyelids growing too heavy to keep open, she felt like she might be okay after all.

  --THE END--

  The Changing

  When Damien is bitten by a werebear he finds himself running for his life from the beast that is determined to finish what she started. When he ducks in to the library to hide from her, Damien is soon hiding in the bathroom and nursing a bleeding gash on his arm. As luck would have it a stranger walks in and invites his nurse girlfriend to take a look at the wound but it isn’t long before she is looking at much more than that and Damien is feasting on every new sensation. Damien’s first experience with a couple leaves him hungry for more...of course that could just be the new DNA that’s rebuilding within him with every breath he takes.

  ****

  Damien could hear his own heart beating, he didn’t know what the hell had been chasing him but he knew that it certainly wasn’t any old brown bear. There was no way he was going to lie down and play dead for that beast. He clung to the corner of the library and watched her go running past. He could hear the blood thundering in his ears as he slumped down to the floor. She’d bitten him once and now the scarlet blood pooled on the ground. Damien wondered how long he had before she doubled back and found him. Thinking it safer he got back to his feet and headed for the main door of the library, she didn't have the balls – or the opposable thumbs to follow him in there.