The Stagers

by The Stagers (lit)

  “I still don’t get this. Did you get cold feet?”

  “Lyle, my feet are never cold. I just needed my space to work this through before…before I offered my commitment.”

  He opened the box and placed it on the counter between them. “I designed these and had them made. I just had to offer them in my own time.”

  “They’re beautiful,” Farrin said, not taking them from the box.

  “What do they mean, Van?” Lyle picked up the box but didn’t take them out, either.

  “They’re meant to tell the outside world we’re taken. That in our own strange way, we’ve found a comfortable fit, and it’s permanent.”

  “Did he just say permanent?” Farrin asked Lyle.

  “I think so. Permanent as in…?”

  “As in married if the law would allow. It won’t, so we’ll have our own arrangement.”

  “These are wedding rings?” she questioned.

  “Yes, if you’ll still have me.”

  “On one condition.” Van and Lyle looked at her, waiting for her condition. “The next time you get moody, you have to tell us why. These last weeks have been hell for us. I’ve been tested enough. If you want space, tell us. If you want to be alone, just tell us.”

  “No more being alone, for any of us.” Van took the center ring from the box. It was three slim bands twisted together, two yellow gold and one platinum. In the center were three large diamonds. “Farrin, I’m asking you to stay with me, us. This is my commitment to you.” He didn’t wait for an answer, turning to Lyle and taking a second ring from the box. “Lyle, this is my commitment to you.”

  “What, no diamonds for me?” Lyle teased, putting his left hand forward, accepting the ring Van slid on his finger. Turning back to Farrin, he reached for her left hand and repeated the process.

  Lyle took the third ring from the box and handed it to Farrin. She slid it on Van’s ring finger and let out a sigh. She pulled him close in a hug and reached for Lyle, holding them both tight.

  “Thank you, both of you. I’ve never been so happy.”

  “Happy and relived,” Lyle added.

  She pulled back and used the pads of her thumbs to wipe away a stray tear on Van’s cheek.

  “It’s time to celebrate. There’s a bottle of champagne in the cooler in my truck. Should we have it here or back in Miami?” Van asked.

  “Definitely here,” she and Lyle said in unison.

  * * * *

  Two months later, the house was finally finished. Since the day Van presented them with their rings and his promise, they’d found a new normal that worked for all of them. They kept business separate from their private time. But the three of them were still together.

  Farrin decided their relationship had grown in directions she hadn’t realized were missing. There was no longer any hesitation between them when it came to sex. They played often and found their own comfortable rhythm. They did make a conscious decision that traveling would include the three of them. When Van went on his trips, she and Lyle tagged along. When Lyle went to the antique auctions, she and Van ventured with him. She’d begun to get a gut feeling for what was right for the store and what wouldn’t sell. Lyle told her often how her input had raised his profit margin.

  While they were away, they always stayed together, usually booking adjourning rooms, one they used as a dressing area, the other as a bedroom for three.

  Farrin felt happy, comfortable in her own skin and sure of her decisions about her private life. She still got annoying calls from her mother, prompting her to come home. Each call ended with Farrin reminding her mother Miami was her home.

  The house in the Keys was finally finished, and they were set to spend their first weekend there. She’d gone on ahead to make sure each detail was perfect. Her men came along a few hours later, ready to enjoy the pool, beach, and companionship. She decided since it was technically her home, she would stage their first night there.

  Taking a last walk through to make sure all the details were perfect, she prepped their evening meal, chilled the wine, and made sure the bedroom was ready. While she lit candles, she also laid out her new assortment of toys.

  On the table beside the bed stood several new dildos and butt plugs, all washed and waiting. Lubricants and condoms were close at hand. Farrin pulled back the coverlet revealing the new sheets and pillows. She showered and reapplied her makeup with a light hand, donning her new chemise, a dark blue silk that would easily slip from her body.

  Satisfied all was in order, she went back downstairs and was opening a bottle of wine when the men arrived.

  “Nice.” Van fingered the lace at the neckline of her slip, pausing to kiss her.

  “Very nice,” Lyle seconded, kissing her also.

  They wandered around the finished home, pointing out details they contributed or liked. In the end, the consensus was a job well done. That was when she gave them each their present. Both men tore at the paper and found navy blue silk boxers. They both stripped in the kitchen, donning their gifts. She didn’t hesitate to fondle each of their cocks, using the silk to slide against their skin.

  “A toast to all our hard work.” She handed around the glasses.

  “And to our newly defined relationship,” Van added.

  “How about to unbridled lust, sex, and fulfillment?” Lyle smiled at his own toast. Farrin decided it was a good sign of things to come. Refilling their glasses, Van took charge of the BBQ while she and Lyle laid out the rest of their meal. Relaxed with full bellies, it was simple to suggest they retire to the bedroom.

  “What have we here?” Lyle asked, picking up each of the items she’d prepared.

  “Some toys if we decide we want them.” She crawled to the center of the bed, knowing her chemise rode up, showing off her bare legs and ass. Van tackled her from behind, pinning her down with his weight. Lyle approached from the side, kneeling beside her head, feeding her his erection as Van let his hands roam along her body, jutting his hips against her, letting her know just how hard he was.

  “You’ll make me come,” Lyle said, warning Farrin. “If you have a plan for the evening, you’d better stop, unless this was it.”

  “I have a plan,” she told them and reluctantly scooted out from under Van. She had them lay side by side on the center of the bed and kneeled between them. Using her hands and her mouth, she fondled and sucked each man’s cock, going from one to the other. “I love the feel of the silk against my bare skin. It makes my nipples hard. I love the feel of the silk against your bare penises.” She continued to manipulate them, not stopping the men from dropping the shoulders of her slip, baring her chest for their touch. At first, they used their fingers, pumping her full breasts and pinching her nipples. With little encouragement, she moved so they could each reach her breasts while she held onto their cocks.

  Farrin let her head drop back on her shoulders and accepted the attention they lavished on her. Each man suckled her tit, each in a slightly different way. The tingling reached her belly and went straight to her pussy, making her wetter than she could ever remember. Reluctantly, she pulled from their lips and hands and concentrated on bringing them both to orgasm. Lyle came first, her lips tightly wrapped around his erection. When she’d licked him clean, she turned her attention to Van. Using her mouth and hands, he came when Lyle started sucking on his nipple, tweaking them in turn with Farrin’s sucking.

  She pulled the straps back up and went to a sideboard where she’d laid out wine and glasses. After a slight respite, she decided it was time.

  “I’d like something from you both,” she started and watched their faces for acceptance. “I’d like you both to kneel on the first platform at the edge of the bed and lie down, belly first. Her men looked from one to the other and moved easily until they were propped as asked. “Do you feel vulnerable?” she fondled each man’s buttocks through the silky material.

  “Yes, but in a good way,” Lyle said.

  “I’ll reserve judgment.” Van gla
nced over her shoulder with a questioning look.

  “You’ve both been very good men lately, but you’ve both had some transgressions.” She pulled the boxers down each man until they lay at their knees, leaving their bottoms up in the air for her appraisal. She massaged them and played with their testicles, never touching their cocks. “You’re both hard again, and I haven’t even spanked you yet.”

  Her hands rose, and she began to spank each of them at the same time, one hand on each, raising and lowering until she heard the spanking sound and felt the tingle on her palm. When they were both red from her attention, she told them to stay there, leaning over each man, in turn rubbing his shoulders and back to relax him.

  When she felt they were ready, she grabbed the two dildos and handed one to each man. They sucked the toys between their lips without question, and she complimented them on their style. While they did that, she generously spread their anuses with the lube using her fingers to spread it around and inside them. Then she went back to spanking them, telling them how turned on they made her.

  “Too turned on,” she whispered, reaching to take the toy from Lyle. Reluctantly, he gave it to her and braced his forearms on the bed while she inserted it in him. He shook his hips to get it where it felt right. Then she took the dildo from Van’s lips and repeated the process. “God, that is so sexy,” she told them, watching how the toys moved in their bodies with each tap of her palm. “You both look amazing,” she continued.

  “What about you?” Van asked.

  “We’ll get around to me. Right now, my pussy is so wet, my juices are slipping down my thighs.”

  “I can fix that. Come lay where we can lick you,” Van told her.

  “Later. First I want you two to crawl to the center of the bed and suck each other’s cocks.”

  “But,” Lyle started and stopped when her spanks became harder to his skin. “Okay, I’m going,” he teased, crawling to the center, waiting until Van joined him in a sixty-nine position.

  “That’s what I wanted to see, the two of you sucking each other.” She crawled beside them and watched intently. She dropped the strap of her chemise and started pinching her nipple. “You’re both so big without all that hair,” she said with a sigh, dropping her free hand to her crotch. She rubbed her clit in small circles through the cloth, getting more excited.

  “Make each other come,” she said, reluctantly leaving her own body and using her hands to move the dildos in each man’s butt. She saw how Lyle swallowed Van’s cock to the hilt while Van took long passes over Lyle’s, using just a hint of his teeth. A few spanks of her hand to their reddened asses and both men released their loads. Each swallowed the other man’s cum without hesitation. She maneuvered herself between them and kissed each one, back and forth, until their essence was gone.

  “Now, you can’t take out the dildos, but you’ve earned a rest and some wine. Stay put.” She scampered off the bed, leaving her breast exposed, and brought them each a glass of wine. “I have something else in mind. Are you up for it?”

  “I am,” Lyle said quickly, making her and Van laugh.

  “You’re always up for anything,” Van told him. “What do you have in mind? We’ve both come twice, so it will take a while to recuperate. What can we do for you?” His smile told her he was ready for anything she dared offer.

  “I’d like the two of you to fuck me, but leave your toys in.” She moved from their sides and went back to the bureau. Pulling two long lengths of silk cording from the top drawer, she returned to the bed and handed each man a length of the cording. “Van, tie my hands before me.”

  “I’d rather tie them behind your back,” he said, continuing with, “Whatever the lady wishes,” laughing as he threaded the cording through his fingers. “Are we leaving the slip on?” he questioned, fondling her exposed breast.

  “Yes, for now.” When she felt her hands were secure, she turned to Lyle. “You get to tie me to the bed.”

  “Ah, that’s what the rings were for on the headboard. I should have figured that out long ago.”

  “I’m surprised you didn’t, but it doesn’t matter.” Farrin moved to the center of the bed and lay down, moving her bound hands over her head. Lyle wasted no time using the second cord to attach her to the rings. When he was finished, she lay back on the pillows, her bound hands now raised above her head, anchored to the headboard.

  “God, you look magnificent,” Lyle told her. “What do you want, Farrin?”

  “From here on, you two are in charge. As long as you keep the dildos in your butts. I like knowing you’re both full while you play with me.”

  “I’ll start with her breast.” Lyle leaned over her to suck her nipple.

  “That means I get to lick her pussy.” Van scooted to the foot of the bed and came to rest between her thighs. Pushing her legs wider, his lips and tongue began to service her. He let one finger sip along her pussy folds but didn’t penetrate her. He laughed when she tried to move to force the penetration. “I’m in charge, remember?” he reminded her.

  “Come on, Van, at least give me a finger.”

  “What about the rest of the toys laid out?” Lyle asked. She tried to turn and see what he had in hand but the ties wouldn’t let her. “Yes, anything, just please put something in my pussy. I feel so empty.”

  She watched as Lyle made a production of sucking on the larger toy, ultimately handing the slick toy to Van.

  “Take pity on me, Van. Put it in me, please.”

  “She sounds so sweet and wholesome, doesn’t she Lyle? Anyone would think she’s just an average woman. They’d never look at her and realize how crazed she can get, wanting toys and cocks in her pussy and ass.”

  “Give her a break, Van, or she’ll keep asking.”

  “Oh, all right.” He pushed the dildo between her slick lips and watched it disappear into her body. “Better now?” he asked, his tone mocking.

  “It’s a start,” she said, challenging him back.

  “Lyle, I think she wants something in her ass, too. Grab the other toy,” he directed. Van shifted her hips and laved her pussy and anus repeatedly until she was writhing on the bed before him. Again Lyle sucked the fake phallus, this one a bit smaller than the first, reluctantly handing it to Van. He slipped it in her anus and began to suck her clit.

  Farrin knew her body shifted on the bed from his attentions. “Lyle, let me suck you,” she whispered between uneven breaths. He moved beside her head and fed her his erection as Van continued to move the toys within her.

  “Let go, Farrin. Come for us, or we won’t fuck you.”

  His words got her attention, and she paused, looking from one man to the other. “Lyle, pinch my tit while I suck you and Van licks me. That will make me come.” She took him back between her lips and continued to suck him down her throat.

  “God, you are one hot bitch,” Van said, using a hand on each dildo, moving them in unison inside her.

  “Van,” she managed to utter as her orgasm hit, her body shaking uncontrollably. He pulled the two toys from her body and tossed them aside.

  “Lyle, untie her from the headboard and lie flat on your back.” Lyle followed Van’s instructions and freed her arms, leaving her wrists still bound. He lay down and after covering his cock with a condom, steadied her hips as Van helped her to straddle Lyle’s cock, slowly taking him deep in her pussy. When she was settled, he kneeled behind her. She heard the familiar tear of the condom package and soon he pushed his erection in her anus. Farrin froze for only a few seconds before she started moving her hips to take both men’s cocks deeper in her body.

  “That’s it. That’s what will make me come.” Her voice was a mere whisper, as if she were speaking more to herself than to the men. She let her chest drop lower on Lyle’s and managed to kiss him, taking his tongue between her lips and sucking it.

  “Farrin, you’re the only one without red ass cheeks,” Van told her, “But I can fix that.” His hand came down on her buttocks repeatedly as the
men double fucked her.

  “Man, she’s getting wetter if that’s possible,” Lyle told Van. “Keep spanking her.”

  “It doesn’t hurt that with every spank, the toy in your ass shifts, too?” He laughed at his friend but continued to lightly spank her buttocks. “I’m going to come soon,” he told the others.

  Farrin felt her orgasm hit, her body freezing as the waves took over. Her pussy and ass clamped the cocks fucking her, her sigh the only verbal signal she could utter. She felt Lyle’s cock twitch in her pussy and knew he came. Van grabbed her hips and thrust deeply only a few more times before he too relented and let go.

  They stayed that way for a few minutes until they could all breathe again. Finally, Van slipped from her body and helped her to rise off Lyle. They fell to the side and lay, arms and legs intertwined.

  “Thank you. That was amazing,” she told her men.

  “You’re welcome,” Lyle said.

  “I need a shower and a glass of wine,” Van told them.

  “How about a quick dip in the heated pool instead of a shower,” Farrin suggested.

  “I’m game.” Lyle finally reached to untie her hands. He kissed each wrist where the cording chafed and turned away, tossing the used protection in the wastebasket beside the bed. Van rolled to the other side and rid himself of his used condom.

  Rising, she pushed the tangled chemise from her body and let it fall to the newly carpeted floor.

  “Wait,” she almost cried out. “Both of you roll over on your bellies.” Both men did as she asked, and she palmed their butt cheeks before taking the toys from their bodies. She gathered them all up and walked to the bathroom. There she filled the sink with hot, soapy water and left the toys to soak.

  “A swim and a drink,” she told them, reaching a hand to each. “And then we see what kind of trouble you two can think of.”

  “Is that a dare?” Van asked, standing and stretching his arms over his head.

  “That was definitely a dare,” Lyle told him, slapping both Farrin and Van on the butt before he raced down the stairs and jumped in the pool.