Three Times the Fun: A Reverse Harem Thanksgiving Love Story

by Blythe Reid

  “I’m excited that you guys are coming over for Thanksgiving,” I said.

  “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Bailey said. “I think we could all use the get together as well, with the year we all had last year.”

  Bailey lost both sets of her grandparents last year within four months of one another. I never thought her family would dig themselves out of the grief, so we all decided to get together for Thanksgiving this year.

  You know, to help with the grief of not having regular family members there any longer.

  “Well, it’ll be easy shopping since dear ol’ Dad went hunting a week ago,” I said.

  “Mine, too. I think with all the guys at the table, it would be wise to have two turkeys,” she said.

  “True that. So, we’ve got those. What about pies? Sweet potatoes? Are we brining the turkeys?”

  “Whoa there. Slow down, Chef Roberts. When we get into the store, we’ll make those decisions. It’ll give us more time to gossip.”

  “About what?” I asked.

  “Are you insane? About the guys, you idiot. Are you gonna choose?”

  “Honestly? I’m not sure I have to. They seemed pretty keen on taking me all at once.”

  “Oh, holy fuck. My nipples, girl.”

  “Seriously?” I asked while she massaged her tits. “We’re pulling into the store.”

  “Then stop talking about that encounter,” she said, grinning.

  “You’re the one who said you wanted to talk about it! And to answer your question further, I really haven’t had much time to spend with them to, you know, get to know them.”

  “Just enough time to fuck ‘em though, right?” she asked.

  “You’re relentless.”

  “I’m going through a dry spell. So sue me. And if not knowing them’s an issue, then get to know them and choose from there.”

  “What if I don’t want just one, though?” I asked. “What if I get to know them and still enjoy all three of them?”

  “With as picky as you are? I doubt it.”

  “Just… hypothetically speaking,” I said.

  “All right, in a perfect universe? Go for it. You like them all, and they like you? Live as one big fuckable family,” she said, giggling.

  “Relentless,” I said, shaking my head.

  It took us three hours to grocery shop for everything because the spread had to be massive. It was her, myself, my father and the three ranch hands, then her father and her mother. That was a lot of people to feed and required two carts just to get everything we needed. By the time we were out of the grocery store and heading back home, the snow was already coming down again.

  “It’s really comin’ down this year,” I said as we drove up to the house.

  “It is. Your mother would’ve loved it.”

  I sighed at Bailey’s remark, and she took my hand. We sat there while the snow came down, simply pondering about our losses. We squeezed each other’s hands reassuringly before we dried our eyes, then we took the time to quickly unload the groceries. I found a note on the fridge saying Dad had to take off with Bailey’s father into town, and that’s when Bailey turned to me and grinned.

  “Why don’t you let me put all this away, and you go see if those men need anything?” she asked.

  “Oh, I took some groceries down to them yesterday. I’m sure they’re fine,” I said.

  “Would you take the opening and go get to know them? Holy hell, sometimes you can be so thick,” she said.

  I giggled and shook my head but was thankful for the opening. I put up the last of the pie crusts before I winked at her, then hopped back into my truck and started for the guesthouse. I walked in and saw the three men sitting at the kitchen table playing cards, but the moment they all looked up, their cards went sailing to the table.

  “Hey, guys. Snow’s coming down again. You three need anything?”

  They looked around at one another before their eyes slowly peeled back over to me.

  “You got some time to stay?” Jacob asked.

  “I was hoping you would ask that,” I said as I stepped in and closed the door. “Listen, I was hoping maybe we could… I don’t know… get to know each other?”

  “Get to know each other,” Nick said.

  “You know. Talk. With our mouths. About ourselves.”

  Jesse laughed at my answer, but even I could tell they were all beginning to struggle. I could see the outline of their cocks pressing against their pajama pants, and already my nipples were starting to harden against my bra. I tried to shake away the feeling as I pulled up a chair and sat down, but the moment Nick reached out and put his hand on my knee I was done.

  My lips flew to his before I could even think, and I felt Jesse’s arms wrap around my pants before his fingers quickly unbuttoned them.

  10

  Every single one of them helped me undress. Their hands were all over me, massaging my shoulders and tweaking my nipples. I laid back into the chair, spreading my legs as my pussy dripped onto the cool, polished wood.

  Then, Jacob and his massive arms turned the entire chair around.

  The three men pulled up their chairs in front of me and stared at my pussy. They licked their lips, wanting a taste of the foundation pouring from between my legs. I massaged my painfully pert nipples, trying to seek my release as my head flung back.

  Then, I heard Jesse’s voice.

  “Why don’t you play with yourself, sweet girl?”

  “I think I’d enjoy that,” Jacob said.

  “Won’t find that in Playboy,” Nick said, murmuring.

  My hands slid down my stomach, pinching and grasping myself in various places. I heard zippers come undone before cocks came flying out, and by the time I was circling my swollen clit, I heard them stroking their dicks to me. I spread my legs wide, rolling my hips into my hand as I moaned and writhed. I rolled my body for their pleasure, opening my eyes every so often just to see how much they were struggling.

  I wanted to lick the precum off all their cocks.

  My legs started to shiver as I started going faster. I could feel my thighs hopping while my juices slid down into my palm. I could feel it coming, and I soon forgot about the men sitting in front of me as I bucked ravenously into my hands and moaned for my own release.

  “Come on. Come on. Come on.”

  Back arched and toes curled, I choked on my moans and whimpers as I came all over my hand. I shook, my tits bouncing for their viewing pleasure as a flush of release cascaded down my skin. I sat there, puffing for my very breath as my hand fell by the wayside, but then I heard Jesse’s soothing voice hit me with an utterly filthy question.

  “So? Who’s gonna fuck her first?”

  He wasn’t even asking me. He was asking them. Like I wasn’t even in the room. Like I wasn’t recuperating from a mind-blowing orgasm in the chair in front of them.

  “I’ll take the first shift,” Nick said.

  I could hear the grin on his face as I felt myself being pulled up from the chair.

  He bent me over the table and instantly slid his cock into my pussy. We both moaned, groaning over how good it felt before he snapped his hips against mine. My toes curled, lifting my hips into the air while his hands clenched down into the excess of my thighs. I could feel his thick dick hitting every single spot along my walls as my clit started swelling again in greedy want.

  “Your pussy’s always so tight for me,” he said. “So tasty and juicy.”

  “Shit. I love your cock. It fits me just right. Oh!”

  Time after time, he slammed into me, shoving my tits all along the wooden table. I felt his cock pulsing against my walls, already threatening to spill forth. He descended onto my back, pressing kisses up and down my spine while his hand slipped between my legs.

  It only took two flicks of his calloused fingers to send me over the edge.

  “Yes. Yes… yes, Nick! Fuck! Oh, shit… just like… that…”

  My pussy clamped down on him, sucking hi
m further and further into my body. The vice grip I had on him caused him to still, his tongue licking up my back while his cock spilled its contents into my body. I felt my entire body tense, reeling from the contractions my muscles were experiencing. But little did I know what I was in for once Nick was finally finished.

  I felt him slide from me before a strong pair of hands grasped my ass. Jacob was massaging me while Nick’s juices dripped down my thighs. I whimpered and sighed, reveling in his soft touches as Jesse walked to stand at my side.

  But the moment I was picked up off the table, I knew this was only getting started.

  Jesse sat down in the chair I was in, chuckling darkly as his ass squished into my juices. I was settled onto his lap, his long cock filling me to the brim while Jacob’s hands wound into my hair. Jesse’s hands rushed to my hips, setting a steady pace as I sucked on Jacob’s massive dick, but the moment didn’t last for long.

  Because Jesse soon began driving his hips up into mine at an unrelenting pace.

  “I love how these beautiful tits jiggle for me,” Jesse said. “I love how your entire body moves when I fuck you.”

  “Your mouth’s so warm. Mmmm, Claire. I love being here.”

  I reached out and grabbed Jesse’s shoulder while the other hand wrapped around Jacob. I pulled him closer, digging my fingernails into his toned ass. I pulled a groan from his throat that caused me to spill onto Jesse’s cock, which made him all the more pleased with fucking my juiciness.

  “That’s right. Spill all over me. Give me everything,” Jesse said.

  I whimpered around Jacob’s cock, and that’s all it took. He held my head down onto his cock while his legs contracted. His entire body shook as he grunted and I felt his hot spurts of cum travel right to my stomach. I moaned at his taste, my tongue licking around him as he hissed with pleasure.

  But soon I felt Jesse’s cock twitch, and the sensation caused me to smirk.

  “So beautiful,” Jesse said, whispering. “So good.”

  He pressed in deeper one last time, causing my orgasm to finally ricochet through me. It caught me by surprise as my lips released Jacob’s cock, and I almost tumbled out of Jesse’s lap. Jesse’s strong arms caught me, bringing me back to his chest as he drew one of my nipples between his teeth, applying just the right amount of pressure to send me into a cumming frenzy.

  My pussy milked his dick for everything he had as his cock finally painted my walls.

  My hands clenched in his hair, scraping along his scalp before I collapsed into his lap. I looked up and saw Nick with a smirk on his face, his arms crossed over his broad chest as he simply stood there and watched. I felt a shiver of wonderment rush through my body at the idea that he’d been watching, but the moment was soon ruined when we heard a truck barreling up the driveway.

  Jesse quickly helped me stand to my feet as we all threw our clothes on. We got them on just before my father barreled through the door, but I could tell he was getting suspicious. Maybe he was just ignoring all of it. I had to hope that was the case.

  “You okay, honey? Ya look a bit flushed,” he said.

  “I can’t say I’m feeling the best today,” I said.

  “You need to learn how to rest,” Jacob said.

  “Yeah. The delivery could’ve waited,” Nick said.

  “One thing you’ll find out about my Claire is that she’s a workaholic. Now, I need you guys’ help. One of the horses took off. We gotta find it before it freezes in this weather.”

  “I got this,” Jesse said.

  I watched as the three men left the guesthouse. Jesse led the helm, already asking my father questions about the horse and throwing out ideas as to what they could do. I smiled fondly as they all drove off in my father’s truck and the moment I knew they weren’t coming back I collapsed into the chair.

  Then laughed when I felt the last of my fluids soak into the bottom of my jeans.

  11

  I woke up early the next morning, even though I was sore as hell. My body was taking a beating in all the best ways from the guys, but I couldn’t delay on the prepping for Thanksgiving tomorrow. There was so much to be done, and I wouldn’t have Bailey’s help until tomorrow, so I rolled out of bed at four in the morning when my alarm started ringing.

  I saw a note on the fridge, meaning my father was already out with someone. Probably Bailey’s dad, hunting or some shit. I pulled out the turkey from the fridge and emptied the brining solution into the sink, then patted it dry and started stuffing it with citrus fruits. It would take me about an hour to do up the turkey the way I wanted to, so it was the first thing I was going to tackle before it went back in the fridge.

  But once five o’clock rolled around, and I was shoving the turkey back into the fridge, I heard the back door open.

  “Hello?” I called out sleepily.

  “Claire?” Jacob asked. “You’re up?”

  “Yep,” I said as I hoisted the second turkey onto the counter. “Got a lot of prep work to do for tomorrow.”

  “Need any help?” Nick asked.

  “Nah. I’m good. You boys hungry?” I asked.

  “We’ll eat if you let us help,” Jesse said.

  “Then I guess you guys are starvin’ today.”

  “Your dad was right. You’re a workaholic,” Nick said, grinning.

  “Get it from my mom.”

  I paused at the statement, and I could feel the guys watching me closely. I set the second turkey on the counter and started coating it with butter. I felt tears crest my eyes as I tried desperately to keep my emotions at bay, but I was a bit too tired to fight them off this time.

  “I’m sorry for your loss,” Jacob said.

  “Doesn’t matter. Happened long time ago,” I said.

  “When?” Jesse asked.

  “Last year. Cancer.”

  “That is neither a long time nor an easy pill to swallow,” Nick said.

  “Shit happens,” I said.

  “I understand,” Nick said.

  “Did you lose your mom, too?” I asked.

  “No. But I did lose my pregnant wife in a car accident.”

  I slowly panned my gaze over to him as Jacob started making a pot of coffee. My watering gaze connected with his, and for the first time, I watched his dark brown eyes cloud over with something other than lust.

  “I am so sorry, Nick,” I said.

  “Yep. Eight months pregnant. It was… I still jump when my cell phone rings sometimes,” he said.

  “I can relate to that,” Jacob said.

  “What happened?” I asked.

  “Just military shit. Seeing too much. Some sounds get me more than others,” he said.

  “I’m not quite in that boat just yet,” Jesse said. “But I can’t help but think I will be soon.”

  “What boat?” I asked.

  “Losing my mom. My parents have been sick for years. I took on being a ranch hand to help pay the medical bills they couldn’t.”

  “What’re they sick with? If you don’t mind me asking,” I said.

  “Mom’s just deteriorating from Parkinson’s. Pretty progressed now. Dad keeps battling cancers left and right. It’ll eventually take him,” Jesse said.

  My heart went out to all three of them. I just wanted to wrap them all up in my arms and keep them safe. I coated the rest of the turkey with butter before I started slicing lemons and limes to stuff it with, then put it back into the fridge just as Jacob started pouring me a cup of coffee.

  “Could I ask you something?”

  “Of course, Jacob,” I said as I took the cup of coffee. “Thanks. You can ask me anything.”

  “I noticed you’ve got a slight tan line on your left ring finger…”

  I paused, the coffee cup warm against my lips as my eyes slowly panned up towards his.

  “That military training?” I asked.

  “That military training,” he said.

  “I was engaged when my mom passed. It was hard. She was diagnosed, then four
months later she was just gone. This was her favorite time of year, and prepping this meal without her is just-”

  I watched Jacob divvy out the coffee as Nick rummaged around in the pantry for something to eat.

  “Will you guys eat pancakes if I cook them?” Nick asked.

  “I can cook,” I said.

  “No. You’ve gotta prep. You prep. I’ll cook,” he said.

  “What happened to your engagement, if you don’t mind me asking,” Jesse said.

  “My grief got the best of me. I reclused after we buried her. Wouldn’t go out with him. Wouldn’t let him comfort me in the way he wanted. He eventually left.”

  “He what?” Jacob asked.

  “He left because you were grieving,” Jesse said.

  “I assume so. We never really talked about it. He came by for his ring and I just… gave it to him.”

  “That son of a bitch,” Nick said. “That shit right there’s why I don’t date. The woman I dated before I met my wife, she left me for one of our fucking college professors.”

  “Oh, shit dude. That’s rough,” Jacob said.

  “You date much?” I asked him.

  “Me?” Jacob asked. “Not really. Being a ranch hand is kind of like being in the military. You hop around a lot. Travel a great deal. I couldn’t expect a woman to marry a military man and rip her from her family anymore than I could expect her to marry me as a ranch hand and hop from place to place. Not fair to her.”

  “Though I bet you’ve never had issues bedding anyone,” I said, winking.

  The smirk that crossed his face shivered me to my toes.

  “I don’t even dabble in dating,” Jesse said. “My mom’s been sick my entire life. Taking care of her, then taking on my dad, too. It’s a lot. Doesn’t get me out much.”

  “Who’s taking care of them right now?” I asked.

  “I saved up enough to pay the difference for a full-time in-home nurse to come in. Took me awhile, but I got there,” Jesse said.

  I was really enjoying talking with them. Getting to know their stories. Nick cooked pancakes, and I took a break from prepping for Thanksgiving. We all sat around the table, drinking coffee and telling stories. My heart soared whenever I got to know a little more about the men I’d been offering myself to, and that’s when I realized something.