Double Delight: The Complete Series - Sold, Share, Submit (MFM & MMF)

by Gisele St. Claire

  “So, I have sexual partners, but I have never loved anyone else. But then I met you.”

  “We only fucked once. You’re staying true to your wife.”

  “That’s just it though.” He replied. “For the first time since I lost her, I wanted more.”

  I gasped.

  “I do want more.” He added. “I want you in my bed on a regular basis. I want to take you to nice places. I want to love you.”

  I took a large swig of my brandy, because for a moment I felt I might faint.

  “But, you would want more. You would want marriage. A family. I can’t give you those things. So, I sent Brandon to live in the apartment.”

  I jolted in my seat.

  He held up his hand. “Stay, let me explain.”

  I sat while I waited for the words that I expected would tear my life apart.

  “Brandon works at a gym I own. He was looking for a place to live. I asked him to flirt with you, maybe take you out a couple of times. I wanted you to be distracted from our rendezvous in the condo. To have some fun. But then he told me. He fell in love with you. And I watched as you fell in love with him. I was happy to step back. He can give you what I can’t.”

  I closed my eyes. My relationship with Brandon wasn’t fake. Thank god for that. A deceitful start that I had to think about, but our love for each other was genuine. I could have cried with relief, but the man in front of me wasn’t going to get to see my emotions for another man.

  “Then, I watched you at the club. The first time when you saw the auction and the ménage on stage. You looked shocked. Then you came back by yourself and you watched me, though you didn’t know I was under the mask. You got off on it, on seeing two men with one woman. You went home and took the dildo to Brandon. I had told him, if he was enough I would walk away, back right off. But if you craved more I would step up.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You love Brandon, you can have a family life with Brandon. But we are willing to offer you more. Brandon is a good man and he sees that he is not enough for you sexually.”

  My mind tried its best to process his words and the fact that they were true. It was devastating to hear the facts out loud, but yes, sexually I craved more. It might be that a one-time experience would be enough. I didn’t know. But I desperately wanted to know how it felt to have two men at once.

  “So, what now?” I asked.

  “Now, Brandon comes down to talk to you. You can either leave with him, or…”

  “We come back to the apartment.”

  H smiled. “It’s been a pleasure to meet you Tiffany Harris. I hope to see you again, but if not I wish you all the best for your future.” He lifted my hand, kissed the skin next to my knuckles and then rose from his seat and walked away.

  What the fuck just happened? And, what did I do?

  **

  I felt like a girl waiting for a blind date to show up, I was so nervous, as I sat looking for Brandon. He walked around the corner and I saw his head rise searching for me. I waved to him and he smiled. I loved his smile. My stomach settled because of that reassuring smile.

  “What are we drinking?” He asked.

  “Brandy, but I’ve had two already.”

  “Third time lucky,” he winked and motioned for a bartender.

  “I’m so sorry, Tiff, for not being completely honest with you. I wanted to tell you so many times about how I had been asked to flirt with you, but then I fell for you anyway.”

  “So, why didn’t you?”

  “Because I was scared you would walk away. Throw me to the curb. I didn’t want that. I don’t want that. Tiff, I want us to be together always. I want you to wear my ring and have my kids. Do you feel the same way? Or have I damaged us forever by taking a chance that you want more sexual freedom?”

  “You haven’t damaged us forever. It was a shock that’s all. A shock that’s still there but having the edges dulled by brandy.”

  “And I haven’t scared you talking about commitment?”

  “No. Because I feel the same way. When you know, you know, right?”

  “Well, I’m glad you feel that way,” he replied. Then he dropped to one knee and opened a box.

  “Tiffany Harris. Please would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

  My fingers splayed across my mouth and my body shook. “Oh my God. Oh my God. Yes.” I squealed. He placed the ring on my finger, a diamond solitaire, and I jumped into his arms almost knocking him over.

  “How did you know my ring size?”

  “You sleep like the dead, Tiff. I measured it then.”

  I pushed him with my hand that had a new diamond on it. “It’s a good thing you’re gorgeous.”

  He pushed a piece of my hair back behind my ear. “There’s no rush on a wedding okay. Whenever you want. I know we have been only dating a few months.”

  “Excuse me.”

  We looked up, having forgotten that anyone else existed, to see the bartender standing beside us. “Sorry, but we saw the proposal and on behalf of the Brighton Condominium and Club we would like to offer you our heartfelt congratulations.”

  We noticed there was a small crowd of people that stood around us and as we took the bottle of champagne, they gave us an ovation.

  “I think we should take this back to the room, don’t you, Mrs. Bailey-to-be? That’s if you’re ready to have all your wildest desires met?”

  I hesitated and sucked on the left side of my bottom lip.

  “Tiffany. If you don’t want to do this you can say no. I’ll be happy to tell Henry to leave. If we start it and you’ve had enough, same thing. If we commit to this relationship, it’s going to be once every two weeks okay? At any point, you say the word and the arrangement is finished.”

  I nodded. “Okay. Listen, I want you to know that I find Henry attractive obviously, but I don’t know him. I don’t love him. I love you.”

  “Well, I’m comfortable enough with my manhood that you can like him a little bit.” Brandon laughed. “Now take my hand, fiancée, and let’s not keep the man waiting any longer or he’ll think we left.”

  He led me to the elevator and we went back up to the apartment.

  When we walked back through the door, H was back looking out of the window and he turned to stare at us when we came through.

  Brandon nodded to him. “We’re ready.”

  I blushed. How does this work? I felt so dirty saying I would fuck two men at once.

  H spotted my nervousness. “Tiffany, Brandon and I discussed how we would do this if you agreed, so all you have to do is let yourself go fully. We will lead you through the first time.”

  “Don’t forget, you can stop this at any time.” Brandon’s voice was full of concern.

  “All you need to remember Tiffany is that ultimately we’re here to worship your body. This is all for you.” H whispered. I glanced from Brandon to H and it became clear to me. They were here to meet my deepest darkest desires and no one but these two knew about them. I felt the tension leave my shoulders. I undid my jacket and then my blouse and I threw them on the back of the couch. I took my shoes off my feet and shimmied out of my pants so I was left in a light pink sequined bra and matching lacy g-string.

  “Let’s move it to the bedroom.” H’s voice was cultured and smooth.

  My mouth dropped open when I walked in. Although he had yet to complete the sale, he had already changed the furniture. There was a huge King sized bed in the room. H went to stand by the window and Brandon walked up to me. He leaned in and kissed me, capturing my tongue with his own. He slid a strap of my bra down my arm, then the other and backed me onto the bed. Once I was lying back with Brandon at one side of me, he pulled down my bra to reveal my huge tits and sucked on them. Then he turned to H. “There’s plenty to share.”

  H joined us and knelt at the other side of me on the bed, he swirled his tongue around my nipple. My tits were being sucked on by two men at once. I swore my pussy would sing if it cou
ld. The sensations were almost too much for me to bear and I moaned and gasped and begged for more. They removed my bra and panties and their eyes explored every inch of me.

  I expected to be treated like a sex slave so I was surprised when instead I was almost worshipped by them. They trailed fingers over my skin, caressed every part of me. H grazed his fingertips across my clit and I arched upwards. Brandon showed me two of his fingers and then pushed them inside me. They fingered and played with me. At one point H added a light tapping pressure to my bud and it tormented me to the edge of an orgasm. I cried out for release. H moved over and Brandon spread my legs apart, parted my folds and licked my pussy. H once again added his fingertips to my nub. They kept a steady rhythm until I surrendered my body to its crescendo and exploded all over their face and fingers. I opened my eyes and a thrill went through me as I saw two men both by my cunt.

  “You’re too dressed.” I complained. “Take all your clothes off.”

  They both smiled and walked to opposite ends of the room, where they stripped. Jesus Christ. Two huge cocks. I might need vaginoplasty after this.

  “Shuffle to the end of the bed, Tiff,” Brandon said in a commanding voice.

  I did as asked. The men stood to each side of me.

  “Suck our cocks.” Brandon added.

  I took Brandon’s cock into my mouth and as I sucked on it, I grasped H’s dick and began to pump it with my hand. Then I swapped. I did this for a long time, enjoying comparing one and then the other. I asked if I could hold them together and they nodded. I grasped them between my fists and stretched my mouth open as wide as I could to take in both cocks at once. The edges of my mouth felt as if they were going to rip apart but I sucked for all I was worth, while I tickled up their shafts with my fingers. Drool ran down the sides of my mouth.

  When they withdrew myy jaw ached.

  “We’re going to fuck you so hard. Any preference as to who takes your pussy and who claims your ass?” Brandon asked.

  “Surprise me.” I said.

  They asked me to kneel. Brandon came to the front of me. “As H had not yet experienced the delights of your asshole, I’m letting him play there first.”

  “How thoughtful.” I giggled.

  Brandon knelt in front of me and cupped my mound. “Ah, sopping wet as always. Ready and willing for my dick.”

  He pressed his girth against my cleft and pushed inside, filling me.

  I groaned in response.

  “You’re dying to feel what it’s like with two cocks inside you aren’t you?” Brandon added. “To see how it compares to my cock and the dildo.”

  H was at the side of us. He lubed up his pulsing shaft and then placed himself behind me. His dick nudged at my asshole.

  “Relax. Make it easy for me.”

  He pushed forward and his cock sank in me an inch at a time. I was stretched so much by Brandon’s cock and now H’s at the same time. This was not something I would want all the time, to some extent it was strange and uncomfortable, but I guessed like anything you had to get used to it. Then they both started to move. H had one hand holding my hip and the other wrapped around my front and he pinched my nipple. Brandon had one hand on my hip and the other fingered my pussy.

  “Are you okay Tiff?” H asked with concern. “Do you want us to stop?”

  “Fuck no. Fuck me, please.” I begged enjoying every thrust.

  They picked up the pace, thrusting inside but being gentle. My pussy was soaked with juices and I squirmed under Brandon’s fingers as my orgasm built. I screamed so hard when I came that I was scared they were going to call security. H and Brandon pulled out and jacked themselves off to their own orgasms. They sprayed their cum all over my front and back. Brandon picked up a couple of towels from the end of the bed and threw one to H as he wiped himself and then me.

  “We thought we would go gentle the first time. What did you think?”

  I smiled and looked at them both with devotion. “That was amazing. I could never have estimated what two men at once felt like.”

  “Let’s hit the shower.” H said, “and then we can rest.”

  The water in the large walk-in shower cascaded down over our naked bodies. H grabbed a sponge and soaped it up. Once again I was the filling between a Brandon and H sandwich. I was lathered up and my body washed, while Brandon got the shampoo and washed and then conditioned my hair.

  I noted that they were both rock hard again.

  I dropped to my knees and took Brandon in my mouth. He groaned and tipped his head back. H stroked his shaft as he watched me give oral pleasure to Brandon. Brandon came into the stream of water and I watched his cum as it swirled away down the drain. He moved me nearer to H and nodded his head. H backed me against the wall and grabbing his cock he thrust inside me. While he fucked me I kept my eyes on Brandon. It was so fucking hot being fucked by one man while another watched. H’s thrusts meant I was repeatedly jostled against the wall and I imagined someone watching us now, seeing what we had all been doing together and I begged Brandon, “Suck my clit.”

  He lowered himself to his knees and from the side of me he licked my clit, biting and sucking it. Against the plunging of H’s cock, it was too much and I came, squirting my juices all over Brandon’s face and H’s cock.

  “Did you see that, H? Our little Princess likes to squirt.”

  “I did.” He replied. “I’m very impressed.”

  I felt strangely proud, as if these were my teachers and I was the star pupil. Maybe that was a role play for another time?!

  H once again soaped up a sponge and washed between my legs and his cock. Brandon also washed himself and then we stepped out and wrapped up in bath towels. We made our way over to the massive bed and once dried, we climbed under the duvet. I was cradled between two taut bodies and it was total bliss. I completely surrendered and fell asleep.

  When I awoke, I saw that H was up and getting dressed.

  “Hey,” I said to him quietly.

  “Hey.” He nodded to the bedside table. “A key for you.”

  “But you haven’t completed the sale yet.”

  “Money buys anything, Tiffany, and I have a lot of it.”

  He stroked my cheek. “I hope to see you again sometime.” He picked up my hand and studied the ring. “It’s beautiful. Congratulations. I hope you’ll be very happy together.”

  “We will be.” I told him.

  He walked out of the bedroom door and I heard the click of the outside apartment door as he left. I curled back up to Brandon and fell back to sleep.

  Chapter 13

  Tiffany

  I kept everything that had just happened to myself until the Monday evening though I was desperate to tell the girls about my new experiences. Kayla came home with Chinese food for us all and as usual we opened some wine. After the meal, at the point where we usually choose a movie I finally filled them in on all my adventures.

  “Oh my God. I am so jealous of you right now.” Kayla pouted. “I didn’t even know I wanted a ménage but I do now.”

  Haley sighed. “I have enough trouble with one man and one penis, never mind double the trouble. Are you sure it’s not going to get messy, Tiff?”

  “Well we can only see what happens.” I replied. “If Brandon starts to find it difficult, I’ll stop it. My love for him is stronger than my need for an extra cock. They make plenty of realistic dildos these days.”

  “So why not do that?” Haley asked.

  “Because it doesn’t come with an amazing chest with rock hard abs.” I smiled.

  I hadn’t worn my engagement ring yet so I went into my purse. “I have something else to show you, hang on.”

  I brought my hand out when my sparkling diamond was in place.

  “Oh my fucking god.” Haley squealed.

  “Haley Martin! Scrub your mouth.” Kayla mocked. “Tiff, it’s Brandon you’re marrying right? Not both of them or just their cocks.” She added.

  “Yes,” I rolled my eyes. “Brandon
asked me to marry him and I said yes. I know it’s fast but we agreed we don’t need to rush to get married, but hey, we’re madly in love.”

  The girls flung their arms around me for a group hug.

  “So, the other thing,” I told them. “I’ll be moving out and into Brandon’s apartment. The good news is I will only be a few steps away. We can still have our Mondays, if that’s okay with you?”

  I looked at Haley. “I’ll give you notice okay and pay whatever rent you need to cover the place while you find another tenant.”

  “Actually,” Kayla interrupted. “I’m doing really well at work and if possible can I pay Tiff’s share and have her room? It will mean I get the bathroom to myself and I can use the extra bedroom as a walk in closet.

  “That would be great. I would be nervous to get a new tenant. What if we didn’t like them?” Haley stated. “That’s settled then.”

  We toasted my engagement and all the new arrangements and then Kayla chose Bride Wars and spent the movie debating how much of a Bridezilla I would turn into.

  Chapter 14

  One year later…

  Tiffany

  I was now Mrs. Brandon Bailey. Mrs. Tiffany Bailey. We had gotten married a few weeks earlier and had just returned from a honeymoon in the Caribbean.

  Last night I had caught up with the girls. Haley’s love life was unfortunately no better and Kayla was getting ready to go visit her stepfather, as he said he needed to speak to her about her mom. Apparently, she had caused chaos again. Kayla joked about it all but I could see it was getting her down.

  For part of our engagement present Kayla had given me her key to S. She said it was my place with H owning it, and she didn’t ever want me looking over my shoulder if I visited, thinking she might be there watching me. Well, her actual words had been, ‘If I saw you with your snatch out I’d vomit’, but I learned to speak fluent Kayla a long time ago.

  Of course we saw each other at work too, but we rarely got time to chat there, always out trying to earn more commission.