I never thought I’d be here, of course. I was happily married to what’s-her-name. It pained me to say her name. I just wanted to forget about her. That was easier said than done, though. She always complained I was a workaholic and I guess you could say she was right. In my defense, I started my own company from the ground up, and became a self-made billionaire. She didn’t like that it required majority of my time, but most start-up businesses do. If I’m really being honest though, me and what’s-her-name didn’t have many shared interests. I thought the vows would keep us together. I guess it would’ve if this were the 1950’s or something. In some ways, the divorce was a relief. The marriage was kind of a sham for both of us.
If I’m really, really, really honest, I wish I was back in a relationship. It was nice being out of the dating game. That scene seems so foreign to me. Belinda seems so perfect for me. I wondered if I completely blew it with her, with that one wild and crazy night?
I gotta say, I didn’t mind having Theo and Miles in the line up with me. It appeared like it was a win-win for everyone. They really let me get my game face on while someone kept Belinda’s motor running. She is insatiable!
Man, I can just imagine being with her again. Her pussy was so good! All I can think about is having Miles and Theo throw her down on the bed and lick her titties while I plowed into her sweet pussy. It was kind of hot watching the other guys bang her too. Like watching a live porno while you’re getting sucked off at the same time. Oh, man. When she was sucking my dick and moaning?! Holy shit that was great! You can’t get moans out of a woman with a fingerfuck like that.
Dammit I was hard as a rock. I wished I was home so at least I could jerk off. I thought about making a quick trip to the bathroom. Nah. It would be weird to crank it in here. Plus if I’d get caught, that would definitely be a faux pas.
I needed a distraction and fortunately, Theo and Miles showed up on cue.
“What’s up, Franklin?” said Miles.
“You look kinda wistful, bud,” noted Theo. “Something on your mind.”
“Nah, it’s nothing,” I dismissed. “What’s up with you two? You still seeing that stewardess?”
“Gigi? No,” said Miles disappointed. “She’s just constantly traveling. Couldn’t make it work, ya know?”
“Yeah, those long distance things are tough,” I added. “What about you, playa?”
“Things are really weird on Tinder right now,” admitted Theo. “Met this woman on Tinder, everything seemed to be going well. On the way out of the restaurant she freaked when I opened a door for her. Said I was “mansplaining” stuff to her, too. I was like, whaaaat?”
All of that talk of boner killing dates finally killed my boner. I was ready to golf.
“All right,” I said finishing my drink. “Forget women. Let’s golf!”
We got out onto the links and teed up. We talked about our golf game for a while, but the conversation eventually gravitated back to Belinda, somewhere around the 7th hole.
“Have you heard from Belinda?” asked Miles.
“Nah,” I said, kinda bummed. “We used to hang out all the time too.”
“You know, it’s weird,” admitted Miles. “After I saw Carl, Clayton and Mandy together, I got to thinking that a deal like that could actually work.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, think about it, women are just never satisfied, right?” explained Miles. “Nothing is ever enough. And guys in a relationship, well, the relationship starts to suffocate us, right?”
“I’m following,” I said listening.
“Theo, back me up here,” said Miles. “What I talked to you the other day about.”
“Oh, right,” said Theo. “If Belinda dated all three of us together, it could be like a timeshare relationship.”
What? Now he lost me.
“Well, we could be there all at the same time,” added Theo. “But we wouldn’t all have to be, see?”
Well, in a strange way, it made perfect sense. My ex had left cause I never had time for her, but if I had two other guys in the mix— Hmm, maybe this could work.
“Gentlemen,” I proposed. “I say we go after Belinda. We court her. The three of us.”
“Really? You’re down for this?” asked Miles.
“Yeah, why not? Seems like a win-win. What do you say, Theo?” I asked.
“Okay,” he agreed. “Let’s hit her up for Valentine’s Day. Make it really romantic.”
Chapter 4 – Belinda
I was at home cleaning the bathroom. It was a thankless job and I dropped the entire bottle of cleaner right in the toilet…twice. I was so pissed off as I cleaned off the bottle, I realized I hadn’t gotten laid in weeks. Not since that most memorable night.
“Maybe you need to hit the club, girl!” I said aloud to myself, looking in the mirror. “Get your dance on and find some young stud to take you home!”
Then the reality of that thought set in. Getting all dolled up and throwing myself at hot guys until I found one, that didn’t sound too stupid but it also didn’t sound like the best plan for someone my age. That sounded like the plan of a 20 year-old. I was past that now. That one night of unapologetic passion with three men had changed me. I was different.
After a night like that, how could I settle for regular sex? I needed something bold and crazy. That night I felt liberated and free. Every one of my sexual desires was filled. How could I go back to just “normal” sex? I suddenly understood why guys’ taste in porn got crazier and crazier the longer they looked at it. Once you upped the ante, it was hard to go back.
Abandoning the bathroom half way through cleaning, I searched the house for a bottle of wine. All I could find was some cooking sherry, which I didn’t really like. I poured a small glass and sat on the couch. I had earned a break after scrubbing down my bathroom.
I thought back on some of my past relationships. Most of them were with boys, not men. Those men, well, they were great but there was always something missing. If only I could pick the best elements of the men I dated and had them when I wanted. There was Todd, who was hunky, but kind of a bore to talk to. There was Richard, who had a kind of animal attraction, but couldn’t keep a job. Then there was Gregor, who was hunky and stable, but just so boring in the bedroom.
But all the best elements of three guys, that’s kind of like what Christmas was like that night. Theo, the suave and debonair type, Miles, the funny and silly type and Franklin, the manly boss of it all. If Mandy could have Carl and Clayton, why couldn’t I have Franklin, Miles and Theo. The three of them combined made the perfect man. Was it so wrong to want it all?
No. That was crazy talk. It would be totally unfair to them. Right? But the sex...the sex was amazing though.
I set my drink down and laid back on the couch. I remember lying naked on Franklin’s bed. It turned me on just thinking about it! Leaving on my shoes as I got fucked. No wonder they called them “Fuck Me Pumps”!
Touching my nipples, I remembered the boys playing with them, holding them, squeezing them and sucking them. My nipples got hard instantly just thinking about it. I rubbed my own breasts and loosened my clothes a bit. I was wearing a loose fitting bra and a collared shirt I had just tied at the bottom. Since I was just cleaning around the house, all I was wearing was a thong.
I touched myself on the outside of the thong thinking of Franklin and the boys. Their cocks were so good. So perfect. Their own special styles of fucking were so awesome. Theo’s enthusiasm as he just plowed right in, no waiting, just bang. His speed really loosened me up and made me wet. I was getting wet just reliving it.
Then there was Miles. He knew what he was doing. Miles teased, changed his rate of thrust. It made him totally unpredictable and exciting. Plus he came like a man who just got out of prison.
Then finally, Franklin, what could I say? That massive member stretched me. I couldn’t walk for a week. I had to over extend my jaw just to suck it. Damn! What a cock! Just thinking about it made me wet.
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I could feel the wetness through my thong and stuck my fingers inside. So moist, so hot. I put my fingers in and tried to reenact the Christmas sex. I inserted one finger, then two and then three. Yes, three was good!
I pulled off my shirt and with my other hand, pulled my breasts out of my bra. My nipples were standing tall. I tweaked them and rubbed them, while playing with my pussy. I imagined the boys kissing and licking down there. Their rough, masculine faces between my legs made me tingle.
As I plunged my hand in and out of my pussy, I imagined the strong arms of the boys lifting me up. They lifted up my legs and I did so on the couch. Yes! That was better. I went deeper inside myself just like they did!
I imagined their cocks deep within me. One in my pussy and one in my mouth. What if, I also had one in my ass? Oh, God, that would be hot. Stuffed beyond belief with Franklin, that’s for sure! I put my fingers in my mouth to taste my own juices. God, I wish I had the boys to taste. The taste of their cocks and balls on my lips. The smell of their manhood was intoxicating.
As I rubbed my clit, I felt my orgasm begin to build. It was harder by myself, but easier when I thought about all the sex. Franklin filling me up and stretching me out was so unbelievable. I came hard, uncontrollably. I trembled on the couch, my juices squirting from such an intense orgasm. It left me sated, but not as satisfied as that night.
I thought to myself, “Did I throw away a perfectly good thing that night?” They look so disappointed when I said it was only for one night. I thought it was the alcohol talking, but they seemed into it. I just ended it. What a fool I was. Maybe I could call them and get them back together. I could stage some kind of party here and lure them here? No, that wouldn’t work. Ugh! You’re so stupid sometimes, Belinda!
Then the doorbell rang. I scrambled to grab a bathrobe and double checked to make sure my curtains were already closed. When I got to the door, behind it was a delivery man.
“Roses for Belinda,” he announced. “Just sign here, ma’am.”
“Who are these from?” I asked.
“I believe there is a note,” he explained.
“Thank you.”
I took the flowers and opened the envelope with the note.
“Dear Belinda, It’s been weeks, but I cannot forget that magical Christmas night. I miss you and want to see you again. Please say yes? Love, Theo.”
Wow, this was big. Could I see Theo on my own? Would that be fair to the other guys? He did make the first move. Seems like the other guys were free to do so, too. I sent them mixed signals though. Why is it so hard to choose what I want?
I ran myself a bath and got into the tub. Relaxing helped me think. Unfortunately, all I could think about was fucking Theo. My hand went down into my nether regions again. I imagined his lanky body above mine, thrusting into me like a jackrabbit. Again and again, I orgasmed in my fantasy and in the water. He knew how to eat pussy, too, that Theo. His warm tongue had swirled around my insides in a glorious way. How could I say no to that?
About an hour later, just as I got dressed, the doorbell rang again. I hadn’t made up my mind, but I assumed it was Theo. When I opened the door, it was another delivery guy. This time, he held an edible arrangement.
“Package for Belinda,” said the delivery man.
“Who is this one from?” I asked.
“Gotta read the card,” he explained.
I signed for the package and took the arrangement inside. How in the hell was I supposed to eat all this fruit?! There’s enough here for like six people! I picked up the envelope and read the note.
“Hey, Belinda! Miles here! I have sweet memories of you, so I sent you something sweet. I know you watch your figure, so I wanted it to be healthy. Now that I look at it, oh dear, seems a bit much. Perhaps we could eat it together?”
This was a disaster. Now Miles too. At the same time? Oh, no! Which one do I choose? With Theo, it would’ve been easy, but I can’t cut out Miles. He made a move on the same day. Plus, it was me who drove them all away. This is a disaster.
Maybe I could date Miles and Theo? No, that would be terribly unfair to Franklin. I can’t date either of them. That’s the only fair thing.
I poured myself another glass of sherry. Only alcohol could figure this out. In my kitchen, I thought of Miles. He was fun and he definitely knew how to fuck. He really knew how to tease and get me all warmed up. I got wet just thinking about him. Then I touched myself again. I slipped a finger inside myself again, I couldn’t help it.
Within minutes, I found myself on the floor masturbating to that night again and Miles penetrating me.
“Fuck me, Miles! Fuck me!” I muttered under my breath.
Once again, I came. My sex drive was just unhinged. I had to see Miles again too. I changed again, cleaned up the kitchen and prepared to leave. To do--- I don’t know what. Before I got out the door, the doorbell rang again.
Now I was beginning to suspect something was up. Behind the door was a limo driver.
“Good evening, ma’am,” he said courteously. “I’ve been told to deliver this to you.”
It was a note from Franklin. What a relief. It was obvious by now that they were all in on it.
“Belinda,” said the note. “I don’t want to mince words. I want you back and so does Miles and Theo. We don’t care what the world thinks, we only want a chance to make you happy. Get into the limo and it will bring you to the hotel for a weekend with us. There are no strings attached, but we’d like the opportunity to show you a good time. If you walk away on Valentine’s Day Sunday, that’s still fine. You don’t have to bring anything, we’ll make sure you have everything at the hotel.”
“Is this for real?” I said, mildly in awe to the limo driver.
“Yes, ma’am. Whenever you’re ready,” said the driver.
“I’ll grab my purse,” I replied.
I went back into the house thinking to myself. Could this work? How could three guys and me all work in a relationship? I wasn’t sure, but I was sure that Christmas was the best time I ever had. What did I have to lose? Worst case scenario, I’d have one more earth shattering, sexual experience to remember.
I grabbed my makeup bag, purse and the edible arrangement. No sense letting that go bad in the fridge.
“C’mon, driver,” I said exiting my front door and locking it. “Let’s go to the hotel. Which one is it?”
“Oh, that’s a surprise,” smiled the driver.
These guys know me too well already. I love surprises. This was going to be fun.
Chapter 5 – Theo
I was at lunch with Miles and Franklin and when I say lunch, we were about three martinis deep. The whole set-up was kind of my idea; the flowers, the arrangement, the limo--- If this blew up in our face, I would get the blame.
“Relax, bro,” said Miles. “It’s all gonna work out. And if not, I’m sure we can find some other amazing woman that can satisfy three men.”
“Not funny, Miles,” I said a little anxious.
“We’re good,” assured Franklin. “I’ve known Belinda a while. At the very least, we’ll get an answer, and I’m pretty sure the answer will be positive.”
Almost on cue, Franklin’s phone rang. It was the driver.
“Yeah, okay,” he said into the phone. “Thanks.”
“Well?” I asked.
“We’re good. She’s on her way to the spa,” assured Franklin. “We’ll meet her after she gets out.”
We toasted to our success in this endeavor, but anxiety suddenly gripped me. This part of the relationship was usually easy for me. It was the rest I had trouble with. Organizing the money, listening to them talk, pillow talk—I don’t know, intimacy was a problem for me. Miles immediately saw my distress.
“Damn, bro,” he said. “What’s wrong now?”
“Honesty time,” I confessed. “This romance stuff is easy for me, right? Big gestures, romantic dinners—This stuff I know. It’s the rest of the stuff—I just…”
“Franklin and I got money, Theo,” said Miles. “We got you covered.”
“Yeah, and the sex is fantastic. What more do we need?” asked Franklin.
“I-I-I just would feel better if we were a little more organized,” I admitted. “I have a plan.”
“Okay,” agreed Miles.
“Tell us what to do, boss,” smiled Franklin.
“Okay,” I began, more relieved. “Miles, I think we need to arrange a romantic dinner in the room. Champagne, oysters, caviar—All top notch food. Franklin, I know a personal shopper. You call her and get Belinda some outfits for the weekend. I’ll take care of everything else.”
“I’m on it,” agreed Miles.
“Sounds like a plan,” agreed Franklin. “Better get started now.”
Franklin got on his phone with the shopper and walked away. Miles slugged down the rest of his drink and headed for the front desk to make arrangements for dinner. I was left with everything else.
“Oh, man, what have I done?!” I said, panicking in my head. “Everything else is too much. I need help. I have to call Arianna.”
I walked outside the hotel. I didn’t want Miles or Franklin seeing me call for help. Arianna answered on the third ring. My sister has never been one for punctuality.
“Theo, what’s wrong?” she greeted.
“Nothing,” I lied. “Why would you ask that without even saying hello?”
“I can tell. It’s the way you call. Middle of the day, probably pacing outside in a panic.”
I stopped in the middle of the parking lot. I had been pacing in a panic.
“Well, it just so happens, I do need your help,” I admitted. “But I’m not in a panic.”
“Oh, okay, well I’ve got stuff to do, so…”
“No-no-no-no! Wait!” I said, giving the game away. “I need your help! I’m in a panic!”
“Ah, there it is.”
“Okay, honestly, I need your help. There’s this woman that I’m very fond of.”
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