Four Billionaires for St. Patrick's Day

by Sierra Sparks

  “I know, it may sound strange to you,” I said, making eye contact with Mandy. “I’ve never met anyone like Mandy. She was instantly everything to me and my brother Clayton felt the same way.”

  “It sounds weird, I know,” said Clayton. “But if three people make themselves happy, who are you to judge? What’s it to you? Mandy is the girlfriend for me and Carl and I’m not afraid to say it to anyone. And if you have a problem with that, well, then you have a problem with love. I consider everyone in this room not just my friend, but family. I ask you, as my family to accept this and wish us well.”

  There was an awkward silence as the room processed things. It was Franklin that raised his glass.

  “Here, here!” he shouted.

  “Here, here!” shouted Ned.

  One by one, everyone in the room toasted to us. By the end of their rounds of toasting, there wasn’t one employee who said anything differently.

  “Mandy, you must be one special lady to be with these two,” said Belinda. “I wish you well.”

  “Thanks, Belinda,” said Mandy. “I know it’s a little unconventional…”

  “Hey, if it makes you happy, it makes you happy,” said Franklin. “Hell, if I had a second guy around, maybe I wouldn’t have gotten divorced.”

  “I couldn’t take two of you around,” assured Belinda. “You’re more than enough.”

  “The staff doesn’t seem all that surprised,” I noted.

  “I don’t think this is even in the top five of the craziest things I’ve ever done,” joked Clayton. “Guess they’re just used to it.”

  “I’m relieved,” said Mandy. “For a moment, I thought Jared ruined everything.”

  “Not a chance,” I said, leaning in closer to whisper. “And later, we have another surprise for you.”

  Epilogue – Mandy

  “Man, I can’t believe Franklin finally bagged Belinda,” said Carl, sometime after the party had wound down. “Good for him.”

  “Bagged. Sounds so crude,” I said. “But that’s you, Carl. Always a little rough around the edges. And it seems as if Franklin isn’t the only one who bagged Belinda. And we’re not the only one in a relationship like this.”

  “Yeah, well, I respect people that see what they want and go for it. Right Clayton?”

  “It’s the only way to live,” agreed his brother. “And we know you like him crude. Speaking of going after what we want, well, about that surprise. C’mon.”

  “Where are we going?” I asked.

  “The roof. It’s a clear night and there are going to be lots of stars.”

  We walked up to the roof of the building. Clayton was right. The sky was full of stars, which was appropriate on a magical night.

  “Okay, this surprise,” started Carl.

  “You mean you being both inside me wasn’t enough of a surprise?” I laughed. “Brr, it’s a little cold up here.”

  Clayton and Carl both simultaneously offered their coats. They both put them on me. What the hell. Might as well be extra snug. Carl and Clayton both got down on one knee and withdrew ring boxes from their pockets. I couldn’t believe it.

  “Are you two serious?!” I said aghast. “We just met!”

  “Like Carl says, we Plemmons boys see what we want and take it. We want you.”

  “I’ve never felt—well, we’ve never felt a connection to anyone like we do with you, Mandy,” said Carl. “It’s not an easy thing for me to admit. And don’t think for a minute I’m going soft.”

  “One thing you’re not Carl, is soft!” I laughed. “Are you guys sure? I mean, the three of us can’t really get married.”

  “We’ll go to Mexico,” assured Carl. “Anything goes down there for the right price. I mean, it won’t technically be legal here, but who cares?”

  “We’re not much for the rules,” added Clayton. “But it’ll count in our book and that’s the only one that matters—not some official one. So what do you say, Mandy? Marry us?”

  “What can I say? I’m with the two most wonderful men in the world! Yes!”

  I put the rings on. They sparkled like the stars. I kissed my men and they kissed me. This was love. This was safety. Caught up in the moment, we continued to kiss.

  “Take me,” I whispered. “Take me right here.”

  Carl backed me up to an air conditioning unit and I sat down. He unzipped his pants and let his massive cock out. I could feel Clayton reaching under my skirt and pulling down my panties. He slurped hungrily at my increasingly wet pussy. I took Carl’s hot cock in my mouth and teased it with my tongue.

  “God damn,” he said breathlessly.

  It was cold, so I used their coats to buffer myself against the metal of the air conditioning unit. Fortunately, my dress provided easy access. Clayton stood and Carl knelt down in the gravel to lick at my awaiting pussy. I took Clayton’s rod into my mouth and sucked and licked it. I wanted these two cocks. I needed these two cocks.

  “Oh, yes! Yes!” I gasped. “Fuck me, please! Fuck me, boss!”

  Carl stood, whipped out a condom and slipped it on in one quick motion. He started fucking my pussy, while Clayton grabbed my hair and started fucking my mouth. I loosened my throat as much as possible to accommodate his huge, throbbing manhood. I was erupting inside and gushing out of my pussy. Orgasm after tiny orgasm kept welling up inside me. I never wanted it to end!

  Without a word, Clayton and Carl switched positions. Clayton put on a condom. I bent over the air conditioning unit, which was a little lower than waist high. It gave Clayton perfect access. He grabbed the back of my hair and started fucking me. Carl shoved his hot cock into my mouth and I greedily swallowed it.

  “Yeah! Yeah!” I said, my mouth full of cock.

  Clayton was grunting. He was a lot like his brother once the sex got going. Animalistic. Feral. Untamed! I pulled Carl’s cock out of my mouth.

  “Now! Both of you. I want to feel both you inside my ass and pussy.”

  By now, we were experts. Clayton got under me and I backed my ass right on his rock hard dick. Carl rushed right around to fill up my pussy.

  “Yes!” I squealed. “Fill me up! Oh, God. Clayton. Carl. Fill me.”

  The brothers changed their rhythm, one going in while the other going out. I could feel Carl’s big balls slapping against my pussy as he plunged in and out again and again. Clayton was lifting me up by the hips. Up and down on his magnificent cock. I could feel the cocks pulsating inside me. Their heartbeats aligned with mine. This was perfect. These were my loves and nothing would ever separate us. Carl was on the verge and I stopped him.

  “No, don’t cum yet,” I insisted.

  I pulled off of Clayton and got down on my knees.

  “Cum on me, both of you,” I demanded. “Cum all over me!”

  The boys whipped off their condoms and immediately began jerking off right in my face. I opened my mouth, ready to accept their seed. Clayton erupted first, gushing over my face and mouth. I licked up his delicious cum. Carl then finished in an explosion of white, almost filling my mouth. Both were moaning in pleasure.

  I took both cocks into my mouth and licked up every drop. It was manna to me. Manna from the two men I loved. Carl offered me a handkerchief for the drops of semen on my face, but I waved it off, wiped it with my hand and then licked my fingers.

  “I can handle you both,” I said, swallowing. “This is true love.”

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  Three Billionaires for Valentine’s: An MFMM Menage

  Copyright © 2018 by Sierra Sparks and Juliana Conners; All Rights Reserved.

  Published by Sizzling Hot Reads.

  Chapter 1 – Belinda

  It was a great day for golf. Sunny, mild, low winds and cold beers. My friend, Franklin, always brought the beer. Carl had joined us as well.

  I used to think I had a thing for Carl. He was young and sorta clueless, but every time he bent over to get a ball, I couldn’t help but admire his lean but chiseled physique. Now, though, he was kind of starting to wear on me. I was beginning to think he was too scrawny for my tastes. It must have just been my libido talking— I sure was horny these days.

  I thought I could do better than Carl, though. I didn’t mean to brag, but I was one of those curvy girls who worked out every day for this ass. I’d been compared to Reese Witherspoon— okay, people usually said something along the lines of “a chubby Reese Witherspoon,” but it still counted— and my buddy Franklin would phrase it as “an evil Reese Witherspoon.”

  I didn’t know about his “evil” comparison. I always thought the original Reese Witherspoon was pretty evil already. Ever see This Means War? It takes a lot to make Tom Hardy look bad in a movie. And as for peoples’ “chubby” comparison— well, no matter how hard I worked out or how well I watched what I eat, I still seemed to have eternal baby chub. But that’s what I’d been told made me look so young and cute, so, I’d learned to love it. If that made me egotistical, I guess you’d have to find me guilty of that charge.

  Franklin wasn’t too shabby for a guy in his 50’s. I mean, he was bald with a soul patch, but he was attractive and fit for his age. His ex was an idiot for divorcing him. Franklin was a blast. He drove the golf cart at top speed with one hand and a beer in the other. How could you not admire that?

  “All right, let’s start this back nine!” announced Franklin, skidding to a halt. “We should hurry this along. We could run out of beer!”

  “Oh, the horror,” I added. “Hand me another brewski, will you Carl?”

  “Sure,” he said obediently. “You guys sure drink a lot of beer when you golf.”

  “You should try it,” I encouraged. “Loosen up. It’s a golf game.”

  “Oh, no thanks,” Carl demurred. “I read that sun and alcohol don’t mix. Plus, I have to drive home later.”

  Carl turned away and rifled through the cooler to find me a beer in the ice. Franklin took the moment to mock him behind his back. He pointed to Carl and then made a square with his fingers.

  “Buddy, you gotta learn to live life,” said Franklin. “Live every day off like it’s your last.”

  “Oh, I might have to head to the office,” Carl admitted. “I’m on call.”

  “On call? What are you? A doctor?” said Franklin, sarcastically. “I promise you that whatever those underlings attempt to get you to do today is just shit work no one else wants to figure out how to do themselves.”

  “He’s right,” I agreed. “Turn off your phone and pretend your battery died. This is wise advice from an old man.”

  “Hey!” objected Franklin. “Don’t tee me off when I’m about to tee off.”

  Franklin teed up a ball and then sliced the shit out of it trying to knock it down the fairway. Carl’s phone rang and he stupidly answered.

  “Oh, great,” he said, sounding really excited for someone who was answering a work call from the golf course. “I’ll be there within the hour.”

  Carl hung up.

  “Welp, gotta go,” he announced, not even trying to look sad about it.

  “You’re not even going to finish the game?” objected Franklin. “That’s wrong, Carl. Just wrong.”

  “I’ll catch you guys next time,” said Carl grabbing his bag. “We have a new employee starting at the office today and that was my brother, saying she just got there. From her LinkedIn pic, she’s smoking hot. Gotta go see if reality matches up with the fantasy.”

  I rolled my eyes. That was another thing I didn’t like about Carl: his cockiness.

  “Let me drive you back to the clubhouse,” Franklin offered. “Maybe we could get a drink before you go.”

  “No, you guys finish the game,” assured Carl. “No time for a drink. See ya.”

  Carl hefted his clubs on his rippling shoulders and started walking back to the clubhouse. I used to imagine what it would be like to get manhandled by that clueless musclehead. But now I was over it. I watched him go any way, though. Franklin laughed at me.

  “Jesus, why don’t you just wear a sign that says, ‘Please fuck me, Carl’?” joked Franklin. “Be a bit more subtle.”

  “What is it with guys that young?” I lamented. “Were you that oblivious?”

  “Probably, but he is kinda young for you, let’s be honest.”

  I teed up a ball and smacked it down the fairway. I sliced it too, but not as bad as Franklin.

  “I don’t know what I was thinking,” I admitted. “Carl’s not my type in lots of ways. Not the least of which is that I usually go for older guys.”

  “How old?” asked Franklin. “I’m not that old.”

  “You must be that drunk,” I kidded, hopping onto the golf cart.

  Franklin started to drive us towards the balls. We had teased each other about getting together, but it didn’t seem serious until now. The two of us had great rapport. I was finding it hard to think of a reason why I wouldn’t try and date Franklin, quite frankly. Comparatively, Carl was kind of a moron in my eyes. I mean, I was sure he was right for someone— apparently, he hoped, his newest hire— but I’d decided that that someone wasn’t me. Franklin, on the other hand, had his act together and he was pretty attractive.

  “Come on, seriously,” said Franklin on the cart. “It would be fun, you and me, going out. We could always stop if it got weird. Or if it didn’t get weird enough,” joked Franklin.

  “Pff! I don’t know, Franklin,” I teased. “I’m not so sure you’d be able to keep up with me. Remember, I’ve seen your golf game.”

  “My last girlfriend was younger than you,” reminded Franklin.

  “That was your wife and you were high school sweethearts,” I reminded him.

  “Still true. C’mon, let’s just have a drink. Alcohol will solve everything,” he promised, eyeing up his shot.

  “Fine, but we take this slow. All I’m agreeing to is the drink,” I insisted.

  Franklin hacked his ball out of the weeds and onto the green.

  “See that?” said Franklin. “My luck’s already changing.”

  We finished the back nine and went up to the clubhouse. Franklin’s buddies, Theo and Miles were there. Theo was in his 30’s, kind of a smooth operator, but a bit of a workaholic. He reminded me a bit of a white Jimmy Smits. Miles was in his 40’s, but shot out of a cannon. People said he should do stand up because he had an air of a class clown about him. The drinks in the club house were margaritas.

  “Belinda, did you lose weight?” asked Theo with a smile. “Not that you would need to.”

  “Well, she’d have to drop the two hundred pounds of shit sitting right next to me,” kidding Theo, referring to Franklin. “Or is it, two twenty?”

  “Screw you, Theo,” growled Franklin. “I didn’t see you on the links today. Still trying to find your putter?”

  Theo had thrown his putter into the lake a few weeks ago. The other guys never let him forget about it. You know how guys are. Always trash talking about this or that, even when they were frien
ds.

  Franklin was trying to press his luck with me, now that I opened the door to a possible romantic relationship. I guess Theo and Miles must’ve sensed what was going on. I got the distinct impression they upped their flirting game. Guys. So competitive, right? But, hey, who doesn’t love the attention, right?

  Still, Franklin and I were at least six beers and two margaritas deep. Guess he forgot his friends were vying for my attention too, because he just suddenly made a move.

  “Hey Belinda,” said Franklin. “Carl and Clayton’s office is throwing this Christmas party. You want to go with me?”

  Normally, this wouldn’t be an issue, but he had added the words “with me” to that question. That meant as a couple, clearly. I wasn’t ready. I flinched.

  “Only if Theo and Miles can come,” I bantered back.

  Oh, God. I was drunk. Sorry, Franklin. Fortunately, he was drunk too, so while he gave me a confused look, he agreed.

  Chapter 2 –Belinda

  The day of the Christmas party, I was in a weird mood. I basically had a date with three guys. Sure, I’d gone out in groups before, but this didn’t feel that way. This felt like a date with four people. Was this weird? Would people know? They couldn’t know, right?

  Franklin picked me up from my house with Theo and Miles in tow. I felt the eyes of the entire town on me as I rushed to get into his car. Is this happening or am I just being weird? It was the margaritas. If anything got too weird, I’d just blame it all on that.

  Carl and Clayton’s Christmas party was a pretty great bash, but then the real announcement came when they both professed their love for the same woman! This real cute girl, Mandy, had only been working for the brothers for a short time. It turned out that she was the reason Carl had booked it off the green so quickly that day when Franklin and I were playing golf with him— and he was very glad he had. Apparently, I had heard, she was quite the hot commodity. No one in the office was sure which brother she was dating, but it turned out to be both.