by Jan Springer
“Yeah, Kelsie. Why are you blushing?” Dixon joined in. Thankfully he remained seated.
“I think it has something to do with this flyer. Am I right?” Ryder lifted an eyebrow in question and wiggled the sheet of paper in his hand. She didn’t look at it. Her face did however, grow hotter.
Oh man!
“I really need to go.”
Tension and excitement forced her to press past Ryder. Rock-hard thigh muscles and an impressive knot of an erection pushed against her hip as she passed him. She trembled instinctively and gasped at the intense fever heat uncoiling deep inside her pussy. She moved faster and didn’t look back as she tossed her coffee cup into the waste receptacle and headed for the Emergency room.
Holy crapcicle! That had been a close call. Too close!
Chapter Two
“Do you think our plan worked?” Dixon asked as he continued to stare toward the hallway where Kelsie had just disappeared.
Ryder smiled and scratched his bristly chin. He needed to grab a shave before he started work today. After having Kelsie’s warm luscious body brush against him, his cock had swelled with incredible speed and now throbbed violently against his pants. A cold shower was in order too. Hopefully it would help with his dilemma.
“It worked,” he reassured Dixon and sat down again at their table.
“She was blushing, compliments of all those naughty thoughts dancing around in her head. It was a great idea to put a stack of those flyers in the lounge.”
“And for you to send her there,” Dixon chimed in with a grin.
“I’ve still got one more surprise in store for our little stressed out workaholic. By the time we’re through with her she’ll be begging us to take her at the Key Club.”
Man, he needed to stop thinking about what they wanted to do with Kelsie or he would come right in his pants.
Dixon chuckled. “The Key Club will be the perfect place to break her in, loosen her up and show her how much we want to share her. We are devils, aren’t we?”
Ryder winked. “Haven’t you heard? Bad boys have all the fun.”
* * * * *
Is this a sign? Kelsie thought as she stared at the green flyer fluttering in the breeze beneath the driver side windshield wiper. Thankfully, someone had taken pity on her and had cleaned the snow off her car. It had probably been one of her co-workers. They knew she’d been here since yesterday and the fact her receptionist had caught her nodding off at her desk in between appointments had probably made the hospital gossip rounds. She gazed around the half-full lot and breathed a sigh of relief. Other cars had been cleaned also and flyers had been left on their windshields as well.
Whew! For a moment she’d had the instinct that maybe someone wanted her to go to Santa Claus Ménage Night. She snapped up the flyer, stuffed it into her purse and took a moment to gaze around. Thankfully, the storm had moved on. Late afternoon sunshine streamed around puffy white clouds making the snow sparkle.
The air was so fresh and cold she inhaled it deep into her lungs hoping it would revitalize her. But it didn’t. It just made her want to lie down in a fluffy snowbank, curl up and go to sleep. Thankfully she had the next two days off and she could catch up on sleep and doing a little Christmas shopping as well.
She gazed past the snow-drenched pine trees and looked at the majestic Rocky Mountains towering into the sky. That familiar pang of wanting to be anywhere else but here whispered through her. What she wouldn’t give to be able to do some hiking in those mountains this summer. Or go snowmobiling like Ryder and Dixon had done this morning. When was the last time she’d actually done some downhill skiing, or skating, or even had sex? Weariness prevented her from remembering.
Gosh, her brain was fogged and it was getting harder and harder to keep her eyelids open. She really needed to get back to her apartment and grab some sleep. She unlocked the car and plopped herself onto the seat. Her gaze fell to the purse in her lap and she spied the green edge of the flyer peeking out.
Too much work and no play will stress you out and make you sick. Dixon’s words echoed in her mind.
Maybe he was right. Maybe she would give Jaxie a call and find out more about this Santa Claus Ménage Night. She would think about it some more tomorrow, after she got a good night sleep.
* * * * *
Kelsie sighed as she wearily slumped onto one of the several cots in the hospital’s Doctors’ Quarters. She’d put in a full day at her clinic and then she’d been called into Emergency to assist three women, who it turned out were all best friends, and all of them nine months pregnant. They had gone into labor within an hour of each other and they had come into the hospital together. Like how was that even possible for three best friends to go into labor at virtually the same time?
The labors had been long and difficult and Kelsie was just too tired to drive home tonight as there was yet another snowstorm lashing the area. So she’d opted to crash here on the cot.
The mattress was welcome and soft beneath her naked ass as she sat down and leaned her back against the cool wall. She’d put her pajamas on later. Right now she just needed to close her eyes and not think about Ryder and Dixon who’d been on her mind ever since their meeting in the cafeteria. She tried hard not to read anything into how their eyes had flared with heat when they’d caught her reading the flyer from the Key Club.
Had she imagined Ryder’s hard-on as she’d brushed past him? Had she imagined their lusty looks? Just thinking about them made shivers of excitement sift through her. Made her pussy cream with wetness and her nipples bead with tension.
“Hard day?” Dixon’s cool voice echoed through the room. Startled, she opened her eyes and stared up to find Dixon and Ryder standing right there in front of her bed. They were nude.
As if magnetically drawn, she lowered her gaze. Their cocks were fully erect, raging at her. Each man stroked his rigid flesh. They acted as if it were perfectly natural for them to be here like this. And for some insane reason she just could not look away from their magnificent lengths.
Oh my! She was getting way too warm and her pussy was creaming up a storm!
Ryder’s blue eyes twinkled with arousal and that sexy five o’clock shadow that lined his chin and cheeks was darker and thicker than she’d ever seen it. His scent was so strong. Fresh soap and that hint of leather.
“Oh, um…sorry I didn’t realize anyone was here.” Her voice sounded whispery and too husky. She cleared her throat and blinked with surprise as Dixon stepped forward. His dark eyebrows were drawn downward in a scowl as if he was irritated with her.
“Don’t keep running from us, Kelsie,” Dixon said. The scent of fresh soap drifted off him in seductive waves. She swore she’d never thought of soap smelling sexy, but it sure did on Dixon.
“Me? I…” She gasped as Dixon suddenly dropped to his knees in front of her. Pleading, dark brown eyes gazed up at her.
“Open your legs for us, Kel. We want to see you. All of you. I want to taste you, baby.”
No way was this happening. She had to be dreaming.
Unmistakable heat scorched her as Dixon placed his large hands upon her knees and gently pulled her legs apart. Her cunt clenched as he whistled with appreciation.
“Oh baby, you look damned delicious,” he said and stared between her thighs like a man possessed.
The mattress moved as Ryder sat down on the cot beside her. His body heat lashed her as he reached up with his right hand and placed his fingers beneath her chin. He tilted her head toward him. Her tummy did wicked somersaults as he leaned closer and touched her lips with a feather light kiss that left her heady.
“Let Dixon make love to your pussy,” Ryder whispered.
She nodded numbly unable to discern why this had to be all wrong. But who cared. She was responding big time.
“Just lay back and relax.” Ryder’s lips touched her neck. Erotic shivers raced throughout her.
Have mercy.
She fought to breathe as Ryder tenderly
kissed her collarbone. She struggled not to cry out as Dixon parted her pussy folds with his fingers and blew teasing hot breaths against her sensitive clit. Ryder moved his head over her left breast. She jerked as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. His sharp teeth shot pinpricks of pain into her flesh. He relieved the sweet sting with sensual licks of his tongue.
Dixon lapped his tongue between her puffy labia and stroked fervently against her clit. She bucked at the intriguing pleasure and tangled her fingers into the blankets, bracing herself for more. Dixon’s mouth fused over her clit and he sucked so hard, her body tightened with exquisite tension.
“So good. So good!” she panted.
“You’re so beautiful. We’ve been so desperate to fuck you,” Ryder whispered around her nipple. He sucked on it again. The pressure shot shimmering sensations deep into her pussy. She bucked her hips and loved how Dixon thrust three fingers into her vagina, filling her as he began a mad, fast pump.
Oh my God! She was going to come!
Ecstasy shattered over her and Kelsie opened her eyes on a strangled moan. Her dark bedroom rolled into focus. Perspiration dampened her forehead and her heart beat like a jackhammer.
She inhaled a deep breath. It was a dream. A very hot sex dream. Keep it steady. Just relax.
But she couldn’t relax. The images of Ryder and Dixon were so fresh in her mind it was as if she was still there on the cot with Dixon’s head between her thighs and Ryder sucking on her nipple.
Why was she dreaming about them so intensely?
Her body was taut, her pussy was wet and her ass clenched with need. Not to mention her breasts were swollen and ached so much she couldn’t resist unbuttoning her pajama top and touching her nipples. They were hard like diamonds and as she rubbed her flesh, wicked pleasure swept through her.
Oh wow. She was really wired for some sex. She wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep feeling this tense and needy. She gazed at the clock. It was three a.m.
It wouldn’t be the first time she’d masturbated after dreaming about Ryder and Dixon. But this last dream had been so forceful. Almost real. Like a premonition.
The stirrings of an orgasm made Kelsie slide her hands from her breasts. She slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of her pajama bottoms and then slid them off. Sensations whipped over her as she spread her thighs and began a hard rub over her clit.
The orgasm took hold quickly. In a frenzy, she used her finger like a miniature cock, plunging into her sopping vagina and out again. She frayed her finger over her ultra-sensitive clit and thrust like a piston back into her pussy. Her thighs trembled and her breasts wiggled as she gyrated her hips. Agonizing pleasure rushed into her, over her and around her, carrying her off into a sizzling world of convulsions and wicked shudders.
Oh man! She needed to go to the Key Club and get laid so she could fuck those two men out of her mind!
Chapter Three
“I need a butt plug.” Kelsie said to Jewel as her friend placed the closed sign on the door of her adult toy shop.
Jewel whirled around. The quick movement sent her waist length wavy blonde hair into a cute bounce. Her blue eyes were wide and her red lips were parted with shock.
“Excuse me? Did I just hear you say you needed a butt plug?”
Kelsie shrugged and averted her gaze. “Go easy on me, will you, hon? This is embarrassing enough.”
“Embarrassing? Gosh, woman. It’s anything but! Who is the guy, do I know him?” she asked as she switched on the front door security button.
Then she strolled toward Kelsie where she’d been standing by the window gazing at the lacey snowflakes drifting out of the night sky.
“I don’t know him…I mean them.”
“Them?” Jewel asked.
“I talked to Jaxie this morning,” Kelsie revealed.
That explanation was all Jewel needed. Everyone in town knew Jaxie. Her Key Club and her hot ménage nights was always the talk around town.
“The Santa Claus Ménage Night? You’re going? You haven’t done anything daring like swinging since…well, I can’t remember when.”
Kelsie sighed. “Neither can I. It’s why I figured it was time to do something different.”
“But a ménage? Isn’t that extreme for you? I mean your sister is the wild one living with two men. You’ve always been the straight-laced book nerd who dated occasionally. What happened?”
Kelsie shook her head and watched a young couple giggling and holding hands as they passed the store. Why couldn’t her life be as simple as falling in love with one guy?
“When I become attracted to two gay men, it’s time I start to loosen up and go out and have some wicked fun.” Not to mention waking up from hot dreams of them fucking her and her having to relieve herself with masturbation. But she wasn’t about to tell her friend that tidbit of personal information.
Jewel chuckled. “Gay guys are great friends. I have two of them. But they aren’t into women.”
“No shit. How about that butt plug?”
“Follow me.”
“Said the spider to the fly,” Kelsie said wryly as she followed Jewel toward the back of the store.
Jewel laughed. “Wearing a plug isn’t that bad. It’s a bit uncomfortable at the beginning, but believe me, it is well worth the preparation.”
“I used to wear one…in the old days…Mark preferred anal.”
At the mention of Mark, Jewel turned and frowned.
“That sucks that Finley is still holding a grudge. I mean it wasn’t your fault at all. He was the one drunk.”
But she should have stopped him from getting into the car. Even though he had been violent.
Jewel shook her head and placed a hand on her hip as if impatient with her.
“Oh no you don’t. Stop with the guilty look.”
“Sometimes I can’t help it.”
“Maybe more counseling?”
“It’s the winter blues…” Yeah right. It was more than that. Her sister was in love with two guys and she’d just had a gorgeous baby. Even her worst enemy had recently married and she just had her twins. When was it going to be her turn to fall in love?
“And that’s why Jaxie has the Santa Claus Ménage Night. To cheer us girls up around the holidays!” Jewel said as she began to point at an assortment of butt plugs that were on the display shelves.
Excitement pounded through Kelsie. Jewel had had a bad breakup with an old boyfriend over a year ago and hadn’t so much as mentioned any interest in dating.
“Are you going?”
Jewel shook her head and disappointment lashed Kelsie.
“Not ready yet. But you are. So let me give you the run down on all these butt plugs and you can decide which one is best for you.”
Kelsie listened carefully to her options. Since she’d been out of the anal play loop for so many years she decided it was best to go with not one but three different sizes. Super slim to start, medium and then end with the large. Jewel also equipped her with some water based lube for easy use of the plugs.
“And what do you plan on wearing?” Jewel asked as she placed the boxed items onto the counter.
Indecision raged and Kelsie frowned.
“You know what? I have no clue. This is all happening so fast and I haven’t even thought about what to wear. Any suggestions?”
Jewel’s eyes twinkled and she motioned for Kelsie to follow her to an adjoining room where she kept her sexy wear.
“This is pretty,” Kelsie complimented as she gazed at the huge blue artificial Christmas tree in a corner with its blue themed ornaments and miniature blue twinkling lights. Just looking at the perfectly decorated tree made her want to pitch one up in her tiny apartment this year. It had been years since she’d had one. Another twinge of that feeling of wanting to be anywhere but here swept through her.
Gosh, why was she feeling this weird way? As if she wanted a huge change in her life. She’d never been so dissatisfied with her life before. Why now?
“This might be just what you’re looking for, Kelsie. It’s a red Santa Claus mini-dress. It has a hood with faux fur edging. A black snap on belt and extremely low v neck to give your men a glimpse as to what they’ll be getting when the dress comes off. Beneath you’ll have a red velvet peekaboo bra and the panty is crotchless beneath a slip of material that drops open with a tug. The opening goes right up the front and the rear. Enough room for two men to attend to your needs.”
Jewel held up the red outfit and Kelsie’s breath left her lungs at the beauty of the costume.
That feeling of wanting a huge change vanished. It was replaced by an overwhelming excitement of something suddenly feeling right. Oh yes, this was what she was going to wear to the Ménage party.
* * * * *
Wild music from the nearby Key Club pounded through Kelsie’s car as she parked in the almost full parking lot. She glanced at her watch and shook her head with disappointment.
Oh man! She was so late. But hopefully not so late that she couldn’t get a drink or two of Jaxie’s whipped cream soaked spiked eggnog for encouragement.
Two weeks had passed since she’d been at Jewel’s Toy Shoppe. She’d worn a butt plug off and on over the last few days, allowing her muscles to loosen and accept the next size. She’d made it to the third plug only a couple of days ago. She’d been busy working, yet she’d also made time to visit Marley and her cute baby.
Just thinking about her sweet niece brought a gush of emotions. For the first time in her life she’d begun to feel the need of having her own family. She’d even managed to squeeze in some Christmas shopping, which she usually waited until the last minute.
At the hospital she’d kept her ears open to the gossip mill in order to find any tidbits about Ryder and Dixon being bisexual. She’d overhead a couple of nurses commenting on how cute Dr. Ryder Greene looked in the Santa Claus hat he’d worn yesterday when he’d done his morning rounds. And how hot Dixon had appeared when he’d dressed up like an elf for his physiotherapy patients.