Two Serve And Protect_A Reverse Harem Romance

by Valerie O'Day

  “I'm flattered that you find me so irresistible. This is out of character for me, but I want to do it. There's something raging inside me that wants to be let loose. If I'm not touched soon, I may spontaneously combust. Let's get out of here before I have a chance to second-guess my choice,” Lisa commanded.

  The trio rose from their seats as one. Harlow took control and parted the crowd, his large hand already on Lisa's round bottom. He was sweating due to holding back his passion. Lisa wiggled her hips as she walked, upping the sexual tension by several degrees. She was eager to get started. Sex was a distant memory and the idea of four hands caressing her body at the same time was making her wet.

  Leonard drove to the Holiday Inn with one hand on the wheel and the other on Lisa's leg, where it was bared by the long slit. It inched its way higher. He was losing control, so he drove faster. Once they reached the hotel, Leonard jumped out and raced inside the office, demanding the key to their room. His impatience angered the clerk, who decided to make him pay by moving as slowly as he could.

  Outside, in the car, Lisa had lost her sexual urge and become nervous again. She was, indeed, second-guessing her choice. A threesome was a fantasy and meant to stay in one's mind, not be acted upon, right? Was it too late to call it quits? Harlow's hand on her shoulder calmed her, not to the point of certainty, but enough to keep her in the car rather than running away.

  The men kept her grounded, with their palms on her back, as they all entered the hotel room. It was nothing fancy, and that calmed her further. If it had been opulent, she would have felt like a hooker. The scenes from Pretty Woman were spinning in her head.

  “Excuse me for a minute,” Lisa implored. “I want to freshen up for you.” She walked straight to the bathroom and slammed the door. Staring in the mirror, she said, “You can do this. It's what you want, a whole new chapter for your fresh start.”

  Lisa removed her dress and laid it carefully across a small chair that was sitting in the corner for that purpose. She tucked her heels beneath it and anxiously perused her image in the mirror. The silver thong cupped her center and its string accentuated her round buttocks. Her breasts were a tempting sight, their rosy nipples glowing through the thin fabric of the barely-there bra. Deciding the heels would make her feel sexier, she slid them back on her feet and opened the door.

  Swaying her hips, she strutted purposefully toward the bed. Harlow and Leonard had removed their clothing and were laying on the bed in readiness. As she walked toward them, their members rose to full attention, giving her the encouragement she needed to let her freak flag fly. She did a little shimmy, causing her breasts to jiggle in invitation, while she ran a hand down to touch herself over the scrap of silver cloth. She then raised the hand to her mouth and sucked gently on her fingers. The men's cocks twitched, and their breathing changed.

  Harlow stood and took her hand. He guided her to the bed and laid her in the center. Falling down beside her, his lips covered hers in a passionate kiss. His tongue delved deeply into her warm mouth.

  Leonard's hands began to stroke her sensitive skin, starting at her toes. They skimmed her legs, bringing tingles to her center. His fingers caressed her along the edge of the lace, making her beg to be touched. He teased her by passing the moist mound and tweaking her distended nipples.

  Harlow joined in, popping the catch on the bra. Each man covered and lifted a breast to their lips. Their tongues flicked over Lisa's taut nipples, then the men began to suckle. Lisa's body rose to meet them, and her gasps echoed in the men's ears. Leonard moved upward to join his lips to hers, while his hand continued to knead her exposed breast.

  Harlow, however, suckled the other still, and sent his hand to cover her center. His middle finger traced the slit of the opening through the damp fabric. She bit down on Leonard's lip in response to Harlow's exploration.

  Lisa raised her hips to signal her desperation. Harlow left her breast to guide the thong down her legs, tossing it on the floor. Finally, his fingers came into contact with bare skin, eliciting an excited moan from Lisa. He slid a finger between the folds, spreading the wetness over her clit. She opened her legs to give him better access.

  Harlow took the invitation and pressed a finger deep in the hot tunnel. Lisa tightened around the finger, grasping it with her inner muscles.

  “Shhh, it's okay. Relax for me,” Harlow whispered. The muscles loosened enough to allow him to move his finger in and out slowly. Lisa began to respond. Her tunnel was slick and silky as she spread wider still. Harlow added a second finger and moved faster.

  Leonard tangled his tongue with Lisa's and swallowed her moans of ecstasy, while she writhed on the bed. He could sense her frustration and need, so he used his thumb to play gently with her clit, sending her over the edge of glory. She clenched around Harlow's fingers as wetness flowed from her center.

  Harlow removed his hand. but Lisa wasn't allowed to rest. Leonard switched places with Harlow and his tongue dove inside her soaked core to drink her juices. As the tension in her body built once more, Harlow picked up her hand and wrapped it around his penis, showing her the exact rhythm he required. He straddled her chest, and with each tug of her hand, his member came into brief contact with her swollen, well-kissed lips. Her tongue darted out, brushing the tip softly and he groaned.

  In the meantime, Leonard had put his hands under her bottom and raised her nether lips to deepen the angle of his tongue. Lisa met him thrust for thrust, until she exploded. As her mouth opened to shout, Harlow pushed his hardness inside and let his salty juices empty there. She swallowed every drop, the same way Leonard was doing to hers.

  Replete beyond imagination, Lisa went limp. But, Leonard remained as hard as a rock. He rose and shoved his hardness so deep, Lisa swore he touched her womb. Three hard and fast thrusts were all it took to send him into spasms.

  The trio curled together and fell into slumber. Lisa was a changed woman. She had immensely enjoyed the wild sex and longed for more. When she was awoken before dawn, with Harlow already inside her, she welcomed him by wrapping her legs around his waist and pushing him to move faster. Leonard remained asleep at her side.

  “This is too good to allow to end,” Harlow whispered. “Can't we meet again? Your place or one of ours, anywhere you would like. We could be a trio or a duo, as long as you're there.”

  “There isn't any future in it,” Lisa argued, even though there was little conviction in it.

  “Maybe not the forever kind, but let's have fun while we can.”

  Lisa considered Harlow's proposition. She had always imagined herself to be the forever kind of girl, but that hadn't worked out well with her husband. She might as well try the freedom of this, two handsome men that wanted to play with her and found her hot enough to risk their reputations for.

  “If Leonard agrees, I'm okay with it for a while,” Lisa stated.

  “Wake him up, and we'll find out,” Harlow replied.

  “I hate to do that. He's so tired that he slept through our shenanigans.”

  “Exactly. He missed out, so he deserves another go. Make waking up worth his while. I'll go shower, while you find an inventive way to get him up, and yes, I meant that literally.” Harlow laughed uproariously at his pun and headed for the shower.

  Lisa grinned mischievously, pulled down Leonard's covers, and bent her head over his lap. She blew gentle warm air across the tip of his organ, causing it to stir. Dipping her head lower, she got down to the business of getting him up.

  Chapter Eight

  Leonard was enthusiastic about meeting up again. He had eagerly rose to Lisa's wakeup call and was now getting dressed.

  Lisa had banged on the bathroom door, telling Harlow to hurry. She wanted to wash off the night's sexcapades and get something to eat. The men had drained her energy. She had to get coffee soon, or die.

  The trio entered the breakfast area of the hotel, trying desperately to appear dignified. Vacationers and business men turned from their free continental breakfa
st to stare. It wasn't often you saw three people dressed in evening clothes having free food in a Holiday Inn.

  Lisa whispered, “Screw dignified. If they're going to stare, let's give them a show worth watching.” She wiggled her hips and strutted over to the donuts, picked one up, stuck out her tongue, and slowly licked off the icing. She looked into the eyes of a truck driver, ran her tongue over her lips, and winked.

  Harlow picked up on her cue. He walked up beside her and squeezed her butt, leaning in to remove the frosting from her mouth with his own.

  Leonard grabbed a slice of bacon from the buffet, slid it up from Lisa's cleavage to her open mouth, where she sucked it in.

  Offended people began tossing their food in the trash, hiding their children's eyes, and rushing out the door. Everyone left, except the trucker, who thought their game was hysterical. Needless to say, they wouldn't be coming back to this hotel. They had burned this bridge. Security was on its way for sure, so they got coffee and donuts to go.

  Lisa had never felt so good or so energized in her life. She was all powerful. Nothing could stop her now. When her cell beeped, she couldn't get to it fast enough. Harlow had promised to send her the next time and place they could all be together as soon as they got their working schedules. She was replying to the text when the boys came home.

  “Mom, can we stay at Mike's again tonight? His mother says it's okay with her. We're in the middle of a computer game tournament, and we want to finish it. I promise, we'll do our chores today and finish our homework before we go. Please!”

  Lisa smiled at her boys' happy faces. She loved them dearly, and at the moment, they had given her a gift and didn't realize it. She had just been in the process of explaining why tonight wasn't a good time for her when her sons changed all that. She deleted the text and replied instead with one word, “YES.”

  Then, she answered her sons. “Just this once, guys. You don't want to wear out your welcome. Mow the lawn, take out the trash, and pick up your rooms. I'll put your allowance on the counter. You're getting a little extra for asking politely, instead of demanding. I'm making cheeseburgers and shakes for lunch, so no snacking.”

  “Who's that woman and what did she do with Mom?” her oldest asked his brother. “She didn't even argue with us or say we shouldn't sit around and play games, because we need to get outside. I like this version. Do you think we can keep her?”

  Lisa heard her son and said to herself, “I think she's here to stay, at least while the cops are my playmates.”

  The phone rang, and caller ID proclaimed it to be Marsha. “Hello, Mother. I suppose you're calling about last night.”

  “What else? Were you attracted to one of them? Did they kiss you, or were they too gentlemanly? Tell me everything, with details,” Marsha begged.

  “The details are for me alone. I will say that I had an excellent time. They were both attentive, caring, and attractive. I liked them both. I may see one or both of them again. That's all you need to know.”

  “My, my! If you won't tell, then they must have kissed you. There's no hurry to choose one over the other. Men keep women hanging on all the time. It will serve them right for you to drag this out. My little chick is finally flying. Good for you. By the way, what about the other situation? Do you still think someone's following you?” Marsha asked.

  “Huh, I had forgotten all about it. I guess everything's fine. It must have been my imagination. I'm sorry that I mentioned it to you.”

  “No problem. Mothers worry, that's all. Say hi to my grandsons. I've got to run. Bye!”

  Lisa poured herself another cup of coffee and went to the front window. She truly had forgotten to be vigilant and watch for the possible stalker. She peeked outside, but the neighborhood looked normal. Teenagers were mowing the grass. Her neighbor across the street was washing his car, and the old lady next to him was digging in the flower bed.

  She shrugged off her concern, sat down to enjoy her coffee, and anticipated another night with her policemen. No stalker would bother her while she was in the company of two cops. That was another perk to be thankful for.

  Her sons had completed their chores, eaten their lunch, and left for another night of playing games. Lisa soaked in the tub full of bubbles, then combed her shining hair and let it fall however it wished. She was to meet her dates at Leonard's home. There was no reason for curls or updos tonight, no fancy dresses either. She dressed simply, jeans and a silky blouse, no underwear. Why wear it when she fully intended to be nude five minutes after her arrival?

  Lisa had barely pushed the buzzer before Leonard answered the door. He greeted her with a hug and ushered her into the living area. It was a simple room, very manly in decor. There was a bottle of wine chilling on the console table. Harlow was absent.

  “I thought it was going to be the three of us. Where's Harlow?” Lisa inquired.

  “He got held up, but will be here in ten minutes or so. Sit down and have a glass of wine. There's no need to hurry. We're friends, aren't we? We can talk, not just have sex.”

  Talk had been easier before the sex, Lisa thought. She felt slightly awkward at the moment. However, she would try.

  “Everyone has noticed the difference in me, how happy I am. Thanks for that. My mother wanted me to tell her all about our date. I conveniently left out a lot of it. I'm not sure she's ready to know I was part of a threesome,” Lisa began.

  “Will you ever tell her?” Leonard asked.

  “I don't know. Possibly, someday. What about you? Does your family know?”

  “Absolutely not. I was raised by very religious parents. It's better they be kept in the dark. I'm wrestling with my own conscience, and that's enough,” Leonard confessed.

  “If it bothers you so much, why do it? Harlow is your partner. Surely, he would understand if you had said no. I certainly do. I'll leave now, if you want,” Lisa soothed.

  “No, please stay.” Leonard took the glass from her and set it on the table. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, leaving no doubt he could bury his conscience. He leaned her back on the sofa and laid over her. His hand snaked beneath her blouse to capture her bare breast.

  They didn't hear the door or footsteps. Only Harlow's voice startled them apart.

  “Don't mind me. I see the party started without me, but continue. I'll have a glass of wine and join you momentarily. Watching will get me in the mood.” He did exactly as he said, pouring a glass of wine and taking a front-row seat to the action.

  Leonard unbuttoned her blouse, baring her chest to their greedy eyes. He drank from each mound, then kissed his way down to her belly button. His tongue swooped inside it, causing a tingle to run through Lisa. She began to shake as he undid her jeans and tugged them down. Surprising her, Leonard lifted her legs and put them over his shoulders, raising her apex to his eager mouth. The first stroke of his tongue on her nether lips made her shout, "Yes, please!" Encouraged, he used his fingers to open her and delved inside.

  Knowing Harlow was watching as Leonard drank her nectar sent her immediately into a mind-blowing orgasm. She bucked and screamed for an eternity. When the spasms stopped and she opened her eyes, Harlow was standing over her. He was nude and erect.

  Leonard flipped her over and commanded, “Get on your knees.” She obeyed. He entered her doggy-style and began to move.

  Harlow offered her his hardened member, and she took him deep into her mouth.

  Bombarded by both men, the tension built quickly. She clenched Leonard so tightly as she climaxed, she milked him of his own. Harlow pulled out of her mouth, lifted her from the sofa and walked to his chair. There he put her over his lap and sunk to the hilt, relieving his throbbing member.

  “I had meant to use some of the wine for playing,” Harlow admitted. “We'll do that in the second round. Is there food, Leonard? I'm starved.” When Lisa reached for her clothes, he added, “No, stay naked. We can keep you hot and ready while we eat.”

  Chapter Nine

  Christmas Eve
was Thomas's night to celebrate with his sons. He showed up at Lisa's home at six p.m., half an hour early. She answered the door in her robe. She was dressing for a party at the club.

  “Your parents must be dragging you to the Christmas party at the club. I'm glad I don't have to go this year. The snobs there are boring, and I always had to drink myself into oblivion,” Thomas stated as he entered the house. “You look different, thinner and younger. Did your mom pay for surgery or something? Is that why you've been ignoring me? You didn't want me to know, did you?”

  “When did you get to be so rude? Once upon a time, you were nice. To answer the questions, no, I didn't have surgery. I've been busy and exercising, that's all. I appear younger because I'm happy. I know it's a difficult concept for you to believe. You thought I'd pine for you forever. I ignored you since the only thing we share is the boys, and you said they had nothing to do with what you wanted to talk about. How's the girlfriend? Will Jack and Sean be enduring her presence tonight?” Lisa snidely asked.

  “We aren't together anymore. I was too much for her to handle. Take off that robe and I'll give you a taste. You're looking really great, and since the rest of your night will be boring, I could rev it up some now. Come on, for old times’ sake.”

  “You're sick and disgusting! Don't ever speak to me that way again, or I'll go to court and relieve you of your right to see our sons. You're a terrible influence. What happened to you?” Lisa inquired.

  “You need my money to survive, so don't make threats you can't follow through on. Yes, I've changed. I live in the real world, not the picturesque suburbs you have. We need to talk. I really need your help,” Thomas confided, the tone taking a turn.

  The boys pelted down the stairs, stopping the conversation. Lisa saw the deep worry on Thomas's face and wondered what had him so upset. The man she had married would never have propositioned her in such an uncouth manner. Something was desperately wrong. But, they couldn't discuss it in front of the boys.