Repercussions (Siren Publishing Menage Amour)

by Rainey Daye

  Yeah, Maggie was vivacious and attracted the male eye, but no one seemed to hang inordinately long around her. Though that could be accounted by the angry glowers one of her roommates would invariably cast upon any man who seemed to look at her too long when they were around. Were they really that protective of her? This was her fourth year on campus, so she could no longer be considered a small-town girl out of her depth in the big city. Why did they hover instead of going off to hang with their respective girlfriends, whom, by the way, they never brought home with them? For that matter, once they were all home for the evening, he never noticed any of them leaving again.

  So what the heck was really going on? Troy was mightily tempted to call Lois Conner to grill her about Jess and Alex, but what excuse did he have to offer? And Mrs. Conner would undoubtedly inform Maggie about his inquiries, and Maggie would assume that he was serious about getting her back. Okay, yeah, he wanted her back in the worst way, but not until she was ready to come back to him. They had ended things as friends, and he didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize that friendship.

  “Then why are you spying on her?” his subconscious asked snarkily.

  “Because I have to save her from bad choices,” he growled back at himself.

  She’s a grown woman. You have no right to interfere.

  She’s an innocent!

  Oh, please! She wasn’t an innocent when you started dating. And you haven’t been the poster boy for moral turpitude yourself, so where do you get off dictating her behavior or determining that she has to be saved and you are the only one who can do so?

  “Fuck off!” Troy growled out loud, garnering himself some startled looks from coeds who hastily moved away from him.

  Muttering darkly, Troy slunk down the causeway between buildings, continuing his inner debate or, more accurately, humming to himself to drown out the internal voice of his persistent subconscious.

  * * * *

  Maggie was worried. On several occasions since the start of the semester, she could have sworn she saw a man who looked remarkably like Troy about campus. She knew it wasn’t really him, though. What had her worried was why was she imagining his likeness. Naturally she had encountered men who strongly resembled her ex in the past couple of years, but never had she had the kneejerk reaction of Is that Troy? when seeing such a man. Rather, she simply noted similarities between the stranger and her ex.

  Troy was around six feet tall with ash-brown hair, which he wore in a buzz cut, the better to wear under his baseball hats, but which Maggie had enjoyed brushing against her inner thighs. That bristly haircut was equivalent to a man’s unshaven face brushing against her soft skin. It gave her goose bumps every time.

  But she was quite content with her boyfriends. They satisfied every need she had, even those she didn’t know she had until it was suddenly satisfied in an immensely enjoyable fashion. Both men were intense lovers, and they spent a fair amount of time worshipping her body when she was intimate with them. They both seemed to understand her needs, even before she could recognize or verbalize them. They seemed to know when she needed fast and intense sex and when she wanted slow, drawn-out lovemaking. They never hesitated when she initiated anything that might be strange or new—and since neither man had ever had a ménage a trois together before her, each time they were together as a threesome they invariably did something strange and new.

  They satisfied her curiosity about alternate lifestyles. Like most heterosexuals, she couldn’t help but wonder what homosexuals found so satisfying. So at times Maggie simply sat back and observed while her bisexual lovers enjoyed themselves together. And before long, Maggie was so hot and bothered that she would jump into the middle of the action, where they would welcome her presence with open arms. The only sex act that they never performed on her was anal sex, although Maggie was becoming more and more curious about it. But as the guys had told her when they had finally approached her about becoming their girlfriend, they satisfied each other’s need for that. What they wanted from her was something only she could provide them.

  Alex was so intense when they made love. Or rather, when they fucked. Because that’s what Alex gave her—head-banging, nail-gouging, Oh-my-God, I-can’t-even-recall-my-own-name fucking. Not all the time, mind you. But when she had to have it, and she had to have it now, then Alex was her go-to guy. Anytime, anywhere, all she had to say was “fuck me hard,” and he obliged her. Not that he ever left her unsatisfied. Quite the contrary. When she craved intensity, he instantly delivered and left her exhausted. Foreplay with Alex was down and dirty and imminently satisfying. Sometimes just a look from him would be all it took to get her wet.

  Jess, on the other hand, had told her rather solemnly on their first date that he would never fuck her. He would make love to her whenever she wanted, but he would never fuck her. And he didn’t. When making love to Jess, it was as if every time was the first time. He had to explore her carefully, as if he were committing her to his tactile memory. Slow and easy was the name of the game when she was alone with Jess. Their lovemaking sessions frequently took hours, and Jess was not only an adamant proponent of foreplay, he also believed strongly in afterplay. She would frequently fall asleep to him languidly stroking her body or licking her in some intimate place long after they had finished making love. And he would frequently wake her up in the same manner. Alex was usually already buried to the hilt inside her before she was fully awake, but Jess liked to work her body into a frenzy before he relieved the pressure he had built.

  But when they engaged in their frequent ménage a trois, then their own individual lovemaking styles went out the window. Their combined attentions to her eager body was exhausting but well worth it. And when she couldn’t take any more and needed to catch her breath from the multiple orgasms and sensory overload that they unerringly delivered, she would lie back and watch them lose themselves in each other. And, contrary to popular belief, watching two beautiful men have sex was very hot.

  Maybe it was because she was the only female in their relationship. When it came to anal, both men fucked each other, and both seemed to love it. She had been under the misassumption that there was a dominant man in such a relationship and that the other took on the female’s role. Plainly speaking, she thought that only one of them was ever sodomized. Butt-fucked. Whatever. And perhaps that was true with homosexuals, but Jess and Alex were bisexuals. As they had told her, they loved pussy just as much as they loved each other’s cock. And the fact that they had never been with any other guys made it even more appealing to her. Added to that was that they allowed her to watch their private moments together, when it was obvious that their sex stemmed as much from love as from desire. She melted every time. And they truly did love each other. They had been together, sexually, for five years now. They had known each other since they were kids. And they had never even looked at other men. So to Maggie, that spelled commitment.

  And they wanted to be equally committed to her. Her! Small-town Maggie Conner had found herself courted by two equally gorgeous men who both wanted to be in a relationship with her. And the only thing they demanded of her was fidelity. And with two equally glorious cocks attached to two mouth-wateringly gorgeous, intelligent men, no woman in her right mind could say no.

  They didn’t even demand threesomes with her. In fact, at the beginning, they had reassured her that a threesome would strictly be her decision and they would respect her desires. That didn’t mean that they wouldn’t try to seduce her into having one with them, of course. And naturally, that is exactly what they did. The very weekend they went on their first individual dates together, as a matter of fact. But Maggie wasn’t complaining. Not since the guys had very accurately read her own desires into experiencing such an act with them and thus acted without consulting her. Before she quite knew how it happened, she had found herself naked in the hot tub with them, and things progressed from there.

  Neither man was particularly apologetic afterwards, but as was pointed out to
her, now she knew what it was like so she could finally quit wondering. And if she never wanted to indulge that way with them again, then they would respect that decision and never try to pressure her into it, no matter how much they desired it. Needless to say, Maggie decided that such massive sexual overstimulation was a much desired state, and they frequently enjoyed threesomes together.

  At times, though, Maggie found herself regretting her relationship with the men. Not the relationship itself, but the need to keep it private and secret. For her own good, neither man would display romantic affection for her on campus. Thus when she saw a couple walking across the quad hand-in-hand, she felt a deep stab of jealousy. When she saw a couple kissing, even lesbians, she felt that same feeling of disappointment that she couldn’t kiss either Jess or Alex in public.

  Thus their decision to date each other. They rotated who went out with whom and ended each rotation with a group date. The group date was treated as three friends going out and having a good time, but the individual dates were meticulously planned out, and they were as demonstrative as she could have ever wished on those dates. So demonstrative, in fact, that more than once, she and whichever of the men she was on a date with had been kicked out of a public venue and told to “get a room!”

  So it begged the question, if she was so happy and satisfied in her relationship with the two of them, why was she mistaking random men for her ex? It didn’t make a lick of sense. There was nothing that Troy offered her that Alex and Jess couldn’t. Unless…

  Oh, god! Was this a sign that what she really wanted was normalcy? After all, she and Troy had been nauseatingly demonstrative in public when they dated. They would walk down the street with their hands in each other’s back pocket. They kissed upon meeting and upon parting, even if it was simply coming from or going to the bathroom! They held hands at the table. They threw their arms around each other’s shoulders or waists as they stood around, talking to their friends.

  Was this what she wanted? Was it the mature thing to want? After all, she and Troy had dated in high school. Weren’t people supposed to be more reserved in college? Well, if she had to judge by that couple over there playing tongue hockey in the middle of the walkway while other students were forced to detour around them, then the answer was a resounding no.

  Damn! Was she having a crisis of conscience? Why now? The Halloween party was only two days away. She had plans for that party! Couldn’t this wait until afterwards? Please, please, please, let this wait until after the party!

  Chapter 6

  “Hey, Mags, you ready?” Alex called from the bottom of the stairs.

  “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” Maggie answered from the floor above as she cinched the belt on her trench coat that was all that was protecting her modesty as she hurried to join the men so they could proceed to the Halloween party. She was beginning to have second thoughts when she got a good look at herself in the mirror and realized just how slutty her nurse’s costume really was. It was one thing to wear it in the privacy of her own home, for the enjoyment of her lovers, but quite another to wear it in a public venue.

  Thankfully The Inferno was not a campus bar, so the odds of running into a classmate were slim to none. One of their rules for dating was no displays on or around campus where they stood a chance of being identified by a fellow classmate. But The Inferno was a good forty-five minutes away on the other side of town, a club that she and Jess had discovered on one of their individual dates this past summer after she got back from visiting with her folks. The atmosphere and ambience of the bar was such that they had taken Alex there on one of their group dates. And had returned in some combination about every two weeks since.

  Maggie secretly suspected that this was some type of underground swingers bar because neither the bartender nor the waitresses seemed to lift a brow at her showing up with different guys. It was just the type of establishment they could feel comfortable patronizing, thus their decision to attend a Halloween party there. But just to make sure that no wayward pictures of them showed up on someone’s Facebook page or on YouTube, they were all wearing eye masks to obscure their identity.

  When Maggie joined the two men downstairs, they offered her approving smiles. She was tottering on three-inch-high white stilettos and had her hair pulled up in two high ponytails fastened with red ribbons that matched the red lace bra and garters, which were generously displayed by her costume. Her white thigh-highs ended in an inch-wide lace band to which the garters were attached, and her red panties had the word “naughty” stamped across the ass.

  Jess had ingeniously placed a pair of large hospital operating slippers over his gym shoes so as not to interrupt the illusion of being a patient. His patient’s gown did in fact have two ties to hold it closed, one at the shoulders and one in the small of his back. Neither impeded the view of his bare foam ass, but the tie did hide the waistband of the nude leggings. He had even complemented his costume with a patient’s wristband identifying himself as Phil McCrackin.

  Alex looked quite dashing in his costume. The nametag on his lab coat proclaimed him to be Dr. Feelgood. He had used some pomade to keep his hair slicked back, and he had spent the last week allowing a mustache to grow in along with a jawline beard. His stethoscope was around his neck, and his white shirt, red tie, and black pants and shoes were all spotless and elegant. He had also accessorized the look with a traditional black doctor’s bag (stocked with condoms and lollipops to give out at the party, along with knee pads as a joke).

  Maggie’s name tag proclaimed her as Ivanna Threesum, and her breasts were pushed up and in and overflowed her demi-cup bra. Her dress wasn’t buttoned until midway down her chest. She planned to place an unwrapped red Blow Pop in her cleavage, and had discovered that if she lowered her head, she was able to lick it. She was definitely feeling slutty tonight. Recognizing the gleam in the men’s eyes, Maggie judiciously chose to sit in the backseat on the ride to The Inferno.

  They could feel the bass of the music as soon as they exited the car in the parking lot. Both men walked proprietarily beside her, their hands on her elbows as they steered her to the entrance where Alex paid the cover charge. Jess’s costume did not have pockets, and Maggie’s costume was so tight that Alex was in possession of their money and IDs, which he had safely tucked away in his doctor’s bag.

  Once inside, they each turned their coats over to the coat-check girl, who was dressed as Shirley Temple—fitting for a bar employee who was unable to drink while working—and proceeded inside to find a table. There were cries, catcalls, and appreciative looks directed at all three of them as they made their way through the thronging mass of people to a small table against the wall. Alex then sauntered over to the bar to order a round of drinks for them.

  Maggie took a seat and looked around at all the partygoers. Everyone in the bar had definitely embraced the spirit of the holiday, and the costumes ran the gamut of off-the-rack to the truly imaginative, from sluts to saints, from commonplace to obscure. Maggie began making mental notes for next year’s costumes keeping in the theme of threesomes.

  Alex returned with a Long Island iced tea for Maggie and two beers for him and Jess, announcing that he had put in an order for a variety plate of appetizers to share. Before long, a couple dressed as a devil and a pregnant angel, proclaiming that the devil made her do it!, migrated toward their table to compliment them on their costumes and wound up pulling up some empty chairs and joining them.

  When the band took the stage, the three of them moved onto the dance floor, where they let themselves go. Maggie took great pleasure out of fondling Jess’s foam ass, and Alex would grin, brandish the stethoscope toward Jess’s groin and order him to cough. The lollipop that Jess had stuck in Maggie’s cleavage as soon as they were seated was dutifully licked by both men as they gyrated together, and all three were approached by other party goers with innuendoes related to their individual costumes. Maggie found her butt squeezed, pinched, and slapped by a great number of unknown hands and
had to forcibly keep one man from trying to suck on the lollipop she had on display. Over the next couple of hours as they mingled, danced, and laughed, Jess and Alex both had their share of female admirers, and Maggie found herself constantly having to run interference and chase the hussies away from her boyfriends while they did the same to her fan club.

  At one point while they were blessedly alone at the table, she noticed Jess being accosted at the bar when he went for refills. Maggie sighed and prepared to rise to extricate him from those women’s clutches.

  “Relax,” Alex murmured as he gently restrained her and pulled her back into her chair, wrapping one arm around her waist to keep her seated.

  “Like hell! Look at that woman, she has her hand all over Jess’s ass,” Maggie snapped.

  “Wasn’t that the purpose of his costume?” Alex queried. “Besides, he’s got it under control. See, he’s laughing off her advances. You, on the other hand, need to relax more. Tonight is supposed to be fun, and, as your doctor, you need to follow my orders,” he continued with an eyebrow-waggling grin. “In fact, I believe your agitation may be severely affecting your heart rate. I’d better have a listen to be sure,” he added as he fitted the stethoscope to his ears and then leaned close as he placed the chest piece of the stethoscope to her breast.

  “Well, Doctor?” Maggie asked, amused, as Alex proceeded to listen carefully to her heart, moving the chest piece all around.