When Carson returned to the guest bedroom, he found Faye lying on top of the bedspread, propped up on the many pillows. “Do you feel better?” she asked, smiling.
“Yes,” Carson said, sliding into bed beside her. He wasn’t sure what to say; he didn’t want to lie to her, but he also didn’t want to hurt her by telling her about what he and Brant had done. Maybe you should have thought of that before sucking another man’s cock, his mind taunted him. He wondered if his breath smelled like sperm, if Faye would recognize it. Carson’s mind was whirling, and he needed time to figure out what it all meant.
Faye rolled over close to him and took his limp cock gently in one hand. “And is he feeling much better now that he’s had some exercise?”
Carson’s whole body tensed, and he turned to Faye with an apprehension that melted into confused relief at the sight of her grin. Did she know, or guess…..?
“I had a good view of the fun,” she murmured, stroking the tired cock that jumped and pulsed under her touch. “So that’s what you like, is it? Don’t you have anything left for me?”
Carson was speechless with shock that Faye not only knew about what he’d done with Carson but didn’t seem upset about it. Her deft fingers worked his cock into a renewed erection as she murmured, “Maybe he can teach me some tricks to please you.”
That night they fucked with a passion and excitement that far surpassed the rather mundane sex they had always had together. Three more times they rode each other to climax, satisfying each other with their mouths, their hands, their secret organs. From the next room Brant could hear every thrust and cry, and gripped his own cock in his hand as he lay in bed, stroking himself until he shot a load of white froth all over his belly and chest. He drifted off to sleep imagining himself there with them, lying between their sweaty, sated bodies.
*****
A few days later, Carson had to drive to town to see the attorney about settling Mike’s estate. Brant was alone on the ranch with Faye, though he tried to avoid her as much as possible. It wasn’t that he disliked her – she had never been anything but kind to him – but he couldn’t bear the thought that she had Carson all to herself. He exchanged polite words with her whenever they were in the same room, then slunk away to brood over the memory of Carson’s straining cock, the pulsing release that had nearly choked Brant so that he thought he would die of pleasure.
Faye was sitting on the leather sofa in the enormous rustic den with a cup of coffee, lost in thought. She gazed around at the antlers over the fireplace, the bearskin rug on the polished stone floor. It would be wonderful to live here, she thought, so peaceful: just the two of them, her and Carson. But then she felt a pang of something at the thought that Brant would be excluded…was it guilt? Or something else?
Just then Brant entered the den from the patio doors on the other side of the room. She was hidden from his view behind the back of the sofa. For a moment she watched as Brant settled cross-legged on the floor, staring into the cold fireplace. He too seemed troubled by something, though it wasn’t too difficult to guess what it was.
“Hey,” Faye called to him softly, and Brant started, began to get up. “Please, don’t mind me,” she said to him, and sipped her coffee. “It’s a lovely place to just sit and think, isn’t it?”
Brant looked unhappy, and Faye hoped he didn’t think she was taking a mental inventory of the place, planning to make it hers. Quickly she decided to shift the conversation to the one thing they had in common: “Carson said he’ll bring back some dinner for us.”
“Mmm-hmmm.” Brant really didn’t know what to say. Faye was wearing a flowy Navajo-print skirt and a cream-colored sweater that pulled snugly against her full, pear-shaped breasts. Brant couldn’t help but imagine Carson fondling those breasts, sucking at the nipples, putting his thick meaty cock between them and rubbing until they glistened with his sperm. What was happening to him? He was supposed to be in mourning for Mike, not to mention the imminent loss of the ranch they had both loved and work so hard for. Yet all he could do was sit around and moon over the very person who was here it take it from him.
“It’s ok if you don’t like me,” Faye said, deciding the direct approach was best. “I mean, I wouldn’t blame you; I’d feel the same in your position.”
Brant flushed. “I like you fine,” he muttered.
“But this is your home.” Faye slid off the couch and sat beside him on the rug, her hands still around her coffee mug. “Mike wanted you to have it, didn’t he? Why didn’t he leave a will?” She worried it sounded as though she were blaming them, which of course she wasn’t. It wasn’t their fault the system was so rigidly stacked against them.
“He did,” Brant said abruptly. “But in Colorado, a property transfer has to be signed by two witnesses.” He only had one. So – a technicality,” he finished. He hated talking about it, even though she seemed to share some of his anguish at this injustice.
“I’m so sorry.” She laid one hand on Brant’s knee, and though he jumped, he didn’t pull away. “I know Carson feels the same way,” she went on, rubbing her hand up and down Brant’s thigh. “He does care for you, you know.”
“He hardly knows me,” Brant stammered, bewildered at Faye’s actions and the response they were evoking in him. His cock never got hard for women; he told himself it was because he saw Faye as an extension of Carson, nothing more.
Faye set down her coffee cup and clasped her hands in her lap. “He knows you well enough. He should, considering how close you two have become.” Brant flushed a deep red, and she hurried on to reassure him: “I saw the effect you had on him the other night, on the porch steps. You made him very happy.”
“You saw that,” he said, and lifted his head to meet Faye’s eyes, which were gentle and smiling, with none of the hurt or anger he had feared to see in them.
“Yes,” Faye replied, “and I wanted to thank you. I’ve never seen him so happy. Or so passionate.”
Oops, that had been a tactless thing to say. At the reminder that Carson had returned to Faye at the end of that night, and the sounds of their lovemaking that had carried through the wall, Brant clenched his jaw, and Faye drew back her hand. “I meant that…you were able to give him something that I never have. If it’s what he needs to be happy, I’m glad he has it.”
How long would he have it, though? Once the estate was settled, Carson would be the legal owner, and what would happen to Brant then? Both of them were thinking of this, though neither spoke. Faye leaned forward and kissed Brant on the cheek. He started. “What was that for?”
“Just to show you that anyone who loves Carson is important to me too,” Faye answered. “Part of you does love him, I can tell.”
Brant sighed. It was so hard to explain; Carson reminded him so much of Mike, who Brant had loved more than he’d ever loved anyone. Yet Carson was also his own unique person, all man, a man who preferred women. He could never hold Carson’s love the way Faye could. In a way they were rivals, but she seemed to see them more as allies, united in the common cause of loving Carson.
Instinctively Brant leaned against Faye’s breasts and sighed, and she wrapped her arms around him, stroking his hair to comfort him. “Ever since I met Mike, I thought he was all I would ever need, or want. And now…” he trailed off, not even sure what he was going to say next.
“Now?” Faye asked, her nipples stiffening at the feel of Brant’s muscular body against her. She was surprised but not dismayed at the returning surge of attraction to him; he was handsome and strong, yet seemed so vulnerable – a combination no woman has ever been able to resist.
Brant raised his head to look at her. “Now I want more,” was all he could say. His cock began to stir and stand. Longer and longer it grew, until it was full-fleshed and rampant.
“More? Will another man ever be enough for you again?” Faye’s hand stole to the crotch of Brant’s jeans, where his stiffening length made her gasp; he was every bit as huge as Carson. She knew such cocks
were rare, and yet here she was, lucky to have found another that could rival the girth of the one that filled her each night.
Brant couldn’t answer, and Faye shifted her position to kneel opposite him. The tingling warmth from her pussy radiated upward through her belly and breasts, starting a flow of slickness between her legs. She wondered if he could smell it; their bodies were only a few inches apart. “Do you want more?” she whispered, and unzipped his pants to let his erection spring forth.
“Just pretend,” Faye whispered, leaning Carson back on the soft fur rug. “What works one way will work the other way too. Just think of Carson if you want.” The head of Brant’s cock was swelling out from his foreskin like a mushroom, the tip touched with a drop of moisture. She took it between her lips and worked her way down the shaft as far as she could, trying to relax her throat muscles to take him in all the way, as she never had with Carson.
Brant hadn’t thought his cock could get hard for a woman, but the image she conjured of Carson helped him relax and enjoy the sucking sensation as her head bobbed up and down. The pleasure mounted, and the cream was rising in his balls just as she pulled away to change positions. He stopped her and said, “What about Carson?”
“I love Carson,” she said simply. “And anyone who loves him.” She began to unbutton Brant’s shirt, revealing his chiseled torso. Brant took a deep breath, and ran his hand up Faye’s thigh under her skirt, marveling at the soft smoothness of her flesh.
“Let me see it,” Brant said suddenly, and Faye pulled her skirt up to her thighs, revealing the wet delta between them.
Brant liked men – he had always liked them, ever since he could remember becoming aware of sex – but now he couldn’t look away from the treasure between Faye’s legs that she spread for him so proudly. There was something intriguing about this pink, soft opening, with its fleshy lips and light fringe of golden hair. It was beautiful in a way he hadn’t imagined one could be. And this was the pussy that Carson wanted, the same one Carson thrust his giant cock into and filled with his sticky seed. She must be wider than most women to be able to handle such a load without pain. It was a little like spying, in a way, to get this view into the most intimate part of Carson’s life. This voyeuristic thought excited Brant, and he reached out to touch her slick pussy, which was as smooth and oiled satin.
Faye spasmed and sighed as he played with her, especially when he flicked one thick, calloused finger back and forth across her stiff clitoris. Perhaps it looked to him like a small cock, and the thought of this filled her with a new thrill of excitement, letting down more creamy wetness over his fingers. He withdrew them abruptly and looked at her. “Fair’s fair,” he whispered. “I’ll suck you if you suck me.”
He didn’t need to ask twice. Faye hiked her skirt up to her waist and climbed over him, reversing herself so that her pussy radiated its humid sweet scent into his face. He breathed its aroma deeply, tasting the salty tang on his tongue as he worked it into the folds of her flesh. Faye angled her neck to get Brant’s enormous shaft down her throat, trying not to scrap it with her teeth. She wondered if she could suck a cock as well as a man could. Probably only another man knew how to really pleasure a cock and balls. But she’d learn, and get Brant to show her some techniques on Carson, so they could both practice together.
They lay stretch out together for several minutes, while their wet licking and smacking were the only sounds in the secluded afternoon. Brant came first, flooding Faye’s throat with long, hard spurts of semen. Then she let down her own creamy liquid all over his face, jerking spasmodically and crying out as he lapped at her firm little clit and round pink hole.
They were leaning back facing each other, laughing, and neither of them heard the tires of the pickup truck crunching up the long gravel drive. Faye’s skirt was still up far enough to expose her wet triangle of pubic hair and swollen pussy lips, while Brant’s limp, shiny cock lolled against his inner thigh. The pleasure and relaxation on their faces suddenly turned to awkward surprise when Carson walked in and found them.
“Well,” he said, with a hard look in his eyes and an edge in his voice. “I hope you two weren’t too bored while I was gone.”
*****
Dinner that night was an awkward affair, Carson looking sullenly at his chicken with mole sauce, all of them avoiding each other’s eyes. Brant went to bed right after he got up from the table, his plate still largely untouched. Carson went upstairs to the guest room while Faye sat for a long time in front of the main fireplace, lost in thought as she watched the dancing flames consume the logs into grey ash.
The next morning, Carson and Faye spent a long time in their bedroom, their voices carrying quietly through the wall. Brant couldn’t make out the words, though they both sounded serious. Around noon, Faye announced she was making a trip into town to run a few errands.
“But Carson just brought back groceries yesterday,” Brant said. In truth he was nervous about being alone with Carson, since he was sure they wouldn’t be able to keep their hands – or their dicks – off one another. But Faye just shrugged and said she had a few things to take care of.
All afternoon Brant worked in the barn, and Carson avoided him. When Faye returned, she called both men to help her carry the paper bags of groceries into the kitchen. There were ribeye steaks and fresh sweet corn, buttery yellow potatoes and a peach pie for dessert, along with a case of wine. There was something else in her shopping bag that she wouldn’t let them see.
“What’s the occasion?” Brant asked, though he was afraid he knew the answer. They had decided to stay after all, and he would be on his own again, shut out of the only real home he had ever known. The home where he had first discovered the love of a man, and then another man, and then a woman. If he couldn’t continue to have that, then he didn’t want to stay.
“We need to talk. All of us. As of tonight, things are going to change,” Faye replied. She wasn’t sure exactly how they would change, but none of them could go on with things as they were, with their emotional and sexual longings in constant conflict.
That night Faye prepared dinner, Brant laid the long rough-timber dining table with china and crystal, and Carson poured out several full glasses of wine for each of them. They relaxed a bit as they ate, sensing that, whatever was going to happen, it would be all right.
After they ate, the three of them moved to the sofa with their wine glasses. Two bottle were gone already, and it took some time before Carson worked up the courage to begin. “Faye and I have decided something,” he blurted. “We want to stay out here. I can sell my business, and Faye can work from anywhere, since she freelances. Together we could offer you a fair price for the ranch.”
Brant’s heart sank, though he supposed to was inevitable; it couldn’t last forever, and the law was on their side, not his. But to his astonishment, Carson went on: “And we’d like it if you stayed here to live with us.”
This was what Brant had secretly wanted more than anything, though now he couldn’t imagine how it could possibly work. “What about you two?” he asked, trying to keep from gritting his teeth. “Aren’t you supposed to get married?”
Faye spoke up: “We’ve been talking about that. It’s not right that some people should be able to get married while others can’t.” She looked over at Carson.
“What we propose,” Carson went on, “is that the ranch gets put in my name, and in case anything happens to me, I make a will leaving it to you.”
“What about Faye?” Brant asked.
“If I’m going to be an equal partner in this arrangement, I should have a claim to the ranch too,” Faye said. “And the easiest way to do that is by marriage.”
Brant’s head was spinning. “But if you two aren’t planning to get married, and Carson wills the ranch directly to me……” he trailed off, not quite daring to voice the conclusion he was coming to.
“…that means you and I get married in order to make sure we can keep the ranch if something happens to Ca
rson. Legally, officially. We go to the county clerk’s office, get the piece of paper that will give me a legal share in the property if it reverts to you,” Faye explained. “So I guess what I’m doing is proposing.” She moved over to Brant and took his hand in hers. “Brant, will you marry me? Marry us, I mean?”
Brant looked first at Faye, then at Carson, who said, “I can get down on one knee if you’d like.”
Slowly a grin spread across Brant’s face. It was the best solution for all of them, a real-life happily-ever-after of the type usually only found in stories. “Gosh, I’m all aflutter, guys. When would we make it official?”
“I had the attorney draw up the paperwork today,” Faye said, in between getting a few other things.”
“There’ll be a legal link from me directly to you,” Carson said to Brant, “making sure you get to keep the ranch no matter what happens.” Carson moved over to sit on Brant’s lap, brushing against the cock that twitched at his touch. “I’m not planning on going anywhere, though; I intend to stick around for a long, long time.” He tipped Brant’s head back for a slow, soft kiss.
“But we’re all in this together equally,” Faye said. “The three of us. We’re a package deal from now on.”
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