The Stagers

by The Stagers (lit)

  “But, Lyle, after all this time…”

  “We had fun, Nina, and I’d like to keep that friendship, but you knew months ago our sexual arrangement was over. But if you harass Farrin in any way or meddle in my business or Van’s, you won’t like the way I’ll retaliate.”

  Farrin decided the woman was too stunned to speak. Van came to stand on Farrin’s other side, his hand on the back of her chair. “Nina, nice to see you. I assume you were just leaving.”

  Lyle guided her by the arm toward the door, walking outside with her.

  “I’m so glad you arrived when you did.”

  “It looked like you were holding your own. I appreciate a woman who stands up for herself.”

  “Thank you, I’m not sure Lyle will be happy.”

  “Lyle is head over heels about you, and me. He likes our arrangement. Believe me, when he broke off with Nina, it was with deliberate thought and care. You, my dear, are our future.”

  “I hope so because I can’t imagine not having you two in my life.”

  “Don’t worry about it, but here’s Lyle. Ask him yourself.” She waited while the bartender placed cold beers on the bar top for the men and moved away.

  “I’m sorry, Farrin. I never thought she’d confront you. I figured I’d get some grief for the breakup.”

  “You didn’t do anything wrong. She’s just…” she searched for the right words, “used to getting her own way. This time, I won’t let her have it, so I’m the bad guy. You two are my guys now, and hell hath no fury like a woman fighting for her men.”

  “Her men,” Lyle said with a smile. “I like that phrase.”

  “So do I,” Van added.

  “Are we all okay here, no second thoughts, Lyle?”

  “About Nina, no. She’s grasping because she hasn’t found a new partner yet. Once she finds a new man to flaunt, she’ll forget about me.”

  “Maybe we should find her one,” Van said, musing aloud.

  “Maybe we should find her a man and a woman,” Lyle said, laughing at his own joke. “Really, Farrin, I think you’re the first person to make that woman speechless. Of course, no one else has the balls to tell her to come out of the closet and just be herself.”

  “Can her repercussions mess with your business?”

  “No, we talked outside, she’s calmed down. And I know a few skeletons of hers she wouldn’t want the masses of Miami to know. We’re at a stale mate. She’ll adapt.”

  “If you’re sure?”

  “I’m sure of several things. First, I’m starved for food and then your pussy. And if Van’s in the mood, I’ll use his cock, too.”

  Van tilted his beer bottle in acceptance, and Farrin gave them both a sly smile. “You’re in charge tonight, Lyle. What’s your desire?”

  “After food.” He helped her from the high stool and directed her toward the restaurant.

  They started out with both men servicing Farrin, slowly moving to Lyle servicing her and Van. His ultimate desire was to fuck her from behind while Van fucked him. In the end, they were all exhausted and sated, Nina forgotten to passion and sex.

  Farrin never felt so loved and completed in different directions. What more could a woman ask for? For the first time, all three of them scrunched in Lyle’s king size bed and slept through the night together.

  Daylight brought morning erections, and Farrin was more than eager to service them both. Even short on time, knowing customers were waiting, both men gave her their full attentions until they were confident she’d been satisfied.

  Chapter Twenty

  They were scheduled to take a boat ride on Sunday, just the three of them. But Farrin wanted to add something to the mix. Saturday night she invited both her men to her apartment. After a quick take-out supper, she disappeared into her bedroom and slipped on the tiny white bikini she purchased that afternoon. While it was too skimpy to wear on the beach or to the pool, on the boat she could be almost covered. When she was satisfied with the way she looked, she paused in her master bath and lit the candles set out earlier. She also started filling the tub.

  “Well, what do you think of my new bathing suit? I bought it for the boat trip tomorrow.” She turned side to side giving them a complete view of her body.

  “I like it,” Van said with a glint in his eyes. “I’ll like it more when it’s lying on the floor, and you’re completely naked.”

  “I think it’s a good thing you decided to keep your pussy shaved,” Lyle added.

  “Interesting you should mention that.” She reached a hand to each of them. “I have the tub filling, shall we?” Both men followed her without comment. Once the tub was full, she directed them to strip and settle in. Both men fit easily in the large tub, but she didn’t step in between them. Instead, she stood before them and untied the strings holding the top of her bathing suit. She let it fall to the floor and used her hands to push her breasts together, massaging them with her fingers.

  “I could do that for you,” Van said, reaching to her.

  “Yes, you can, but first I want something from both of you. Are you game?”

  “I am,” Lyle said.

  “I’m interested,” Van added.

  “Great. Since I’ve shaved, I realize how much more sensitive I am, to clothing and touch.”

  “And what do you want from us?” Lyle sounded excited.

  “I want you to be hairless, too. I want to shave your cocks.” She turned to the sink area and unfolded a towel revealing all the necessary items to shave them. “Are you still interested?” She glanced from one man to the other. “Lyle, you look more enthused at the idea. How about I start with you?”

  “As long as you’re careful, Farrin.” He stood and let the water and bubbles slide down his form. She slipped off her bikini bottoms and tossed them aside.

  “I promise to be careful. I wouldn’t want to nick you and not be able to use you.”

  She didn’t look at their faces again. Instead, she sat on the side of the tub and slowly snipped off the curling hairs circling Lyle’s cock, balls, and crotch area. Then she applied the shave cream and carefully shaved his entire private area. The whole time she worked on him, she kept a hand on his erection, the other using the razor. When she was done, she splashed water on him to clean off the residue and sucked him deep down her throat.

  “Farrin, you’ll make me come,” he said, his tone a warning.

  “I know. I’ve been holding you all this time, pumping you full. Come for me, Lyle,” she said, taking him back between her lips. He came quickly, and she let the last spurts of his cum spray on her naked breasts. “Relax for a bit and catch your breath.”

  He sat back in the warm water, a satisfied smile on his face. “That was amazing. Am I allowed to touch myself while you shave Van?”

  “Of course, as long as you don’t come.” She gave him a quick wink and looked to Van. “Are you game or not?”

  “Well, his cock is still intact. I suppose I can trust you.” He stood but gave her a warning stare. “I’m trusting you, Farrin. Don’t make me sorry.”

  “Relax, it’s in my best interest for you to like this.” As she did with Lyle, she trimmed as much hair from his crotch and balls then took the razor to him. He stood motionless, frozen with fear, she decided, as she stroked him with one hand and shaved him with the other. When she was done, she splashed water over him, too, and took him down her throat.

  “On your tits or down your throat?” Van asked, his legs straining against her motions.

  “On my breasts,” she told him, stroking him harder until he sprayed on her chest. “Now, sit and relax before you collapse,” she advised, wrapping up the shaving stuff in the towel and putting it aside. Then she stepped in the tub between them. With a hand on each of their cocks, they needed no invitation to suck her breasts clean.

  “You’re both so smooth,” she told them. “Wait until you feel the material of your underwear rub against your nude skin. It’s an amazing sensation.”

  “
Just like what you feel against your nude pussy?”

  “Absolutely.”

  They lounged in the tub until the water cooled. Farrin handed each man a fluffy towel and pulled on a terry cloth robe over her nakedness. “Anybody interested in sleep?”

  “Later,” Lyle answered, lifting her in his arms and walking to her bed. “Van, what would you like?”

  He walked into the room and tossed his towel aside. “I want to see what I look like.” He moved toward her mirrored closet door and stood before it, admiring his newly shaved cock, handling it in different positions while he admired his hairless crotch. Lyle did the same, both pumping their erections.

  “You both look longer to me without all that hair,” Farrin told them. She left the bed and kneeled before them, letting her robe fall from her shoulders. Alternately, she sucked and stroked both men’s erections, continuing to tell them how much larger they appeared.

  “Let me try,” Lyle kneeled to take her place at Van’s cock. She moved aside and watched him suck Van deep down his throat. “You’re right, he does seem longer,” he said, pausing for only a moment. Her hand moved back to Lyle’s cock and masturbated him while he serviced Van. She dropped her free hand to her pussy and fingered her clit, using her own finger to push inside her pussy as their cocks might.

  “Lyle, I’m on the edge,” Van said and pulled from his lips. He stroked his own cock only a few times before letting his cum spray on Farrin’s chest and belly. Lyle did the same and both men watched as she used their cum to lubricate herself, slipping two of her fingers in her pussy.

  Without embarrassment, she lay back on the carpet and gathered more of their loads on her fingers, fucking herself deeper. She came with a groan, letting her hand relax, her fingers slipping from her body.

  “I’m starved,” Lyle said, adding, “I need food.”

  “You’re always hungry after you come,” Van told him.

  “Have to keep up my strength,” he answered.

  “There are pastries in the fridge, want coffee or wine with them?” Farrin asked, finally pulling herself from the relaxed position on the floor.

  “Coffee,” both men answered in unison.

  “Fine, help me up, and I’ll get dessert.” She took the hand each man offered and stood between them, seeing the reflection of them in the mirrored door. “What a crew,” she said, running her finger along her belly, making a streak in their drying cum.

  “Food first,” Lyle said a second time, and she laughed aloud.

  “That means you’ve had enough for one night, Van? Are you sexually satisfied, too?”

  “Try me tomorrow on the boat, but feed me now.”

  “All right, food wins over sex.” They all managed to squeeze in her bathroom and cleaned up before meeting in her kitchen for coffee and dessert. They finalized their plans for the boat ride while enjoying the sweet treats. By the time they left, she was exhausted and sated.

  “Not a bad life if you can get it,” she told herself as she pulled back the covers and slid between the crisp sheets.

  * * * *

  Farrin had been on Van’s boat several times, always for an afternoon cruise. She, Lyle, and Van would slowly cruise the area, looking at the homes and deciding what changes they would make if it were their home. She was quite aware of how he handled the boat, never drinking until they were safely home, his eye always on the boat traffic around them.

  During one afternoon escape, she teased they should anchor and play together for a while. Van vetoed her suggestion until they got home that afternoon. Then he took full advantage of her original idea.

  Today she wore her almost nonexistent white bikini and used her sheer white shirt as a cover up. She noted both men seemed to appreciate her look, Lyle prompting her to lose the shirt. Van didn’t hesitate to fondle her breast or her ass at his whim.

  “Where are we heading today? I don’t think I’ve seen this area before.” Van stood behind the wheel, guiding the boat at a steady pace through the soft waves.

  “I have a destination in mind. Do you trust me?”

  “Of course I do. You trusted me with a razor on you cock last night.” She gave his butt a pinch. “How does it feel, still smooth?”

  “And very sensitive, my cocks been hard all morning.”

  “Maybe I can help ease your pain,” she answered, giving him a questioning glance.

  Lyle laughed aloud at their banter. “What, he’s very specific what we do on the boat. He’s the captain. He’ll have to decide if we suck him and fuck him.”

  “So that’s how it works, he’s the captain and he decides?” Her voice trailed off as she began to picture different scenarios in her mind.

  “And what about me?” Lyle asked, breaking her thoughts. “What attention do I get?” He let a mock pout form on his lips.

  “Lyle, you get any attention you want, when you want it. You two go play. I have a destination in mind.”

  “Oh, good, we have permission to play, Farrin. What would you like to do or have done?” The pout on his lips was replaced by a wide smile.

  “Van, what would you like to watch?”

  “The water for a bit longer. We’re about twenty minutes from the place I have in mind.”

  “Twenty minutes to get him excited watching us. I think we should start by licking your pussy until you’re wet.”

  Glancing over her shoulder to Van, he nodded his consent. Lyle dropped to his knees before her and slid the bikini bottom down her legs, pausing to kiss and nip her thighs.

  “Farrin, leave the shirt on for a while longer. We’re still in view of other boats.”

  “If I must,” she teased, bracing her hand on the side railing as Lyle began to lick her pussy. His finger slipped easily inside her and she groaned with pleasure. “Add a second finger, Lyle.” Her prompting was acknowledged as he slid a second finger inside her, concentrating on suckling her clit. “That’s right, make me come, Lyle, and then lick me clean.”

  “Only if I can rub my cock while I do it.” His free hand dropped to his crotch, rubbing his erection through his bathing suit.

  She didn’t know how long they stayed that way. When she came, Lyle continued to lick her. “It’s my turn,” she said, then paused to look around. “Where are we? It’s so secluded here.”

  “I prefer seclusion to preying eyes,” Van told her, bringing the boat near the sandy shallows of the deserted stretch of sand. He dropped the anchor and then his shorts, revealing his hard on. “Does the captain get any attention?”

  “Of course, he gets all our attention.”

  “Good, Farrin, lose the shirt. I want to suck your tits while Lyle sucks my cock.” They moved quickly to accommodate his want. “Lyle, play with your cock until we get to you,” he continued, nipping at Farrin’s nipples through the small swatch of cloth still covering her breasts.

  “Oh, that feels wonderful, but I’d rather have your lips to my breast without the cloth.”

  He untied the back first, letting it hang loose and slid his hands behind her head, untying the knot at the back of her neck. The top fell away, freeing her breasts to his hands and lips. “That’s much better,” she whispered. “Van, use your hands to push them together so you can suck both nipples at the same time.” He did as she asked without question. She let her head drop back on her shoulders, watching the afternoon sky.

  “Van, that feels wonderful.” His hands fell from her breasts. “Farrin, why not give Lyle’s cock a bit of attention before he bursts.”

  “Your wish,” she teased, moving to lie on her belly beside him. She turned his hips, so she could access him while he continued to lavish Van’s cock.

  “He’s so smooth,” Lyle commented as they rearranged their position. “You were right. He does seem longer, fuller, and harder.” Glancing up to Van, Lyle asked, “Why haven’t we done this before?”

  “Never thought about it,” he said, dropping his hand to rest on Lyle’s shoulder.

  “You’re harder and lo
nger, too,” she told Lyle, continuing to suck him and play with his testicles. “Is there any chance I could get one of these cocks in my pussy?”

  “Which one?” Lyle asked.

  “Either, both. I just want to get fucked. Van, how would you like to see us? Set the stage for us.” She gave Lyle’s cock one last pull between her lips before standing and waiting for Van’s cue.

  “Farrin, go and brace yourself on the chair back by the steering wheel. Lyle, you fuck her from behind.”

  “And what will you be doing?” she asked while they moved as he directed.

  “Hopefully fucking my ass.” Lyle’s statement wasn’t a question. It was a plea.

  Farrin stood bracing her weight on the chair back while Lyle stepped behind her, pausing to cover his cock with a condom. Her pussy was wet and ready, taking him easily into her slippery tunnel. “That feels wonderful,” she groaned, glancing back over her shoulder. “But I can’t see Van fucking you.”

  “I’ll get you a mirror later,” Van quipped, covering is cock with the latex before taking a stance behind Lyle. He ran his hand along his butt, pausing to suck his middle finger until it was slick with his saliva. He ran it up and back over his anus several times, while Lyle planted his weight and pushed his butt higher.

  “You are already ready, Lyle? Were you playing by yourself this morning?”

  “Maybe just a little,” he confessed. Van pushed inside him in one smooth motion. When the men were set, Van used Lyle’s hips to steady his thrusts, pushing Lyle’s cock further in her pussy with each stroke.

  “This feels amazing,” Farrin said, sliding back further to take his cock deeper.

  “But you want more, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she said, not caring what her plea asked for.

  “Lyle,” Van said, “give me your hand.” He raised his hand and Van captured his middle finger between his lips, sucking it like he would a cock.

  “I can feel you surge inside me, Lyle. What’s he doing to you?”

  “He’s sucking my finger,” he said, pulling it from Van’s lips, using the slick digit to probe lightly at her anus.