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by Tammy Goaren


  “How in the hell are you guys?” Mark asked as the waitress dropped off a glass of water for him.

  Paul easily took the reins. “Well, all the wedding stuff is big stress, but we can’t really complain. Not when we’re so happy together.”

  Riley shared the smile, but her mind was so far elsewhere, so absorbed in the thought of sex that everything else was just white noise around her. It was so many minutes, so many points of missed conversation before she was pulled back into the conversation.

  “Didn’t see anything about gifts yet. Where you guys thinking of registering?” Mark asked. His smile hadn’t faded. Everything about him felt so nostalgic, so familiar, Riley completely relaxed. She let herself laugh, lose herself in this talk amongst friends. There was so much catching up that they needed to get back to the closeness they’d shared years ago, but she was still so impatient.

  “See, I think that’s something we need to talk about.” Both Mark and Paul looked at her as she said the words, “We think there’s something else that you can give to us.”

  Mark leaned back, his entire face a question. “You’ve lost me,” he said, looking at Paul.

  “What I mean,” Riley said, annoyed at herself for getting so distracted, “is that we have something for you to consider.” Both men leaned in, and Riley made a face at Paul, knowing that he was about to make her ask for this on her own. Sure, it was her idea, but she still wanted to have some support, wanted for it to be a proposition from the both of them.

  “We were both wondering if you would be up for sleeping with us.” Riley’s voice cracked in the question, and she flushed all over again. The warmth in her face spread down to her chest and lower as she felt the need to continue. “A threesome. Just once, with me and Paul.” Her gaze was fixed on the table, Mark’s hands in her peripheral vision. She wasn’t brave enough to look at his face, but at the same time, she needed to see it. Needed to know. The short silence already felt like an eternity. As soon as she gathered the courage to look up, she heard it.

  Chapter 3

  “Okay.”

  Riley blinked. Time froze. She looked back and forth between Mark and Paul. “Really? You’re sure?”

  “I said okay,” Mark said with a shrug. “If that’s something you want, then, well, sure?” The resolution on his face dissolved and he dropped eye contact. Riley felt suddenly invigorated. Of course it’s what she wanted. But if both of them were equally ready, felt the same kind of trepidation, why was she holding back? She reached across the table and took Mark’s hand in hers.

  “Hey,” she said, calling him back to the moment. “It doesn’t have to be anything you don’t want. We can talk about it until everyone is comfortable.”

  “I’d rather not…talk if that’s okay?” Mark said, staring at his glass of water. “You both seem to be on the same page, but I’m fine just, um, being there? Just tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll be…glad? To offer my services, I mean?”

  “Hey.” Paul reached over and took Mark’s other hand. “Don’t make it weird.”

  There was a moment of horrible silence before all three of them started laughing. Even after they let go of their grip, all three of them kept laughing.

  “This doesn’t have to be weird or hard,” Paul said, after the giggles had subsided. “Me and Riley are going to get married. We love each other. But we love you, too. We’ve discussed doing more in the bedroom, and Riley thought of you. I agreed. If it was going to be someone, we wanted it to be you.”

  Mark blinked. “I…love you, too?” he said, his face a whole new question. “I just, I mean...Should we be talking about this here? We should go somewhere else.”

  “We wanted to have a good time first, too,” Riley offered. “Wanted to catch up, to have some drinks, make some good memories.”

  “Well, that isn’t going to sort anything out,” Mark said, gesturing at their water glasses. “Let’s have a real drink and then figure this shit out.”

  Paul was the first to laugh, to call the waitress over, to make a real date out of the evening. Mark was also so quick to steer into the skid, to turn the proposition into a real night of catching up. She was glad to learn that there was no real love interest in Mark’s life, but she wasn’t sure if that was because there really wasn’t anyone, or if he was unwilling to say so with the threesome still on the table.

  They ate dinner, there in the restaurant, without any more mention of what they were seeking. Riley and Paul both ate and drank and made complete peace with the four years that they spent apart from Mark. And Mark didn’t conceal anything from them. He was in a good place with the ranch he was staying at. He had a budding romance with the rancher’s daughter, but nothing serious. He had nothing detailed to say about anyone in his life, outside of the framework of his relationship with them. Riley took it all in, tried to understand what it was that Mark was coming from, but she was at a loss. In all of her imaginings, she had failed to give an actual life to him, hadn’t thought that maybe Mark would be looking for his own kind of comfort in his old friends.

  Maybe it was more than she was ready for. She stayed sober through the dinner, though both of them had drunk at least three beers each. It isn’t a lot, she rationalized. They’re both completely aware.

  They all went back to Paul’s place, to their place, ready for what would come. Having separate cars, Riley almost couldn’t bear to wait. But she made herself endure, told Paul to wait and see what exactly was about to happen. It didn’t take long for the three of them to get back to the house.

  Paul gave Riley a tongue-rich kiss before pushing her towards Mark. Mark rushed off to find the bathroom instead of reciprocating. The couple waited, ready to receive their guest. Their hands barely left each other, seeking out all the territory they had to offer each other.

  After the sound of a flush, they pulled away. When Mark came back into the living room, he too pulled Riley into his arms. He placed his mouth over hers, his tongue pulling hers out, destroying all of her worries, taking away everything except the fact of his presence. Knowing that Paul was in the background, Riley knew that she couldn’t completely let go, but felt that things were going to be good. Paul stepped into the bedroom, leaving Mark and Riley alone together.

  “It isn’t cheating,” she said to Mark, feeling the need to convince herself more than him. Her last reservations were powerful and unfair. Leaning into him, making their bodies fit together, without Paul it felt wrong. “Believe me, we both want you.” Her eyes swept over him, meeting his in a powerful way.

  “I know,” Mark replied as he gazed into her, “It feels good.” His eyes ran over her body, and she felt every inch of scrutiny.

  “You don’t have to make it good. If it is, it’ll just happen,” she said. She knew that without Paul, it would be cheating. She knew, and the desire behind it was so profound. As long as Paul was there, it would be something she could share with him, and she so wanted to share it.

  They went into the bedroom together. Paul told Mark where to plug in his phone as Riley pulled off her shirt and jeans. She noted the difference in definition Mark and Paul as Mark undressed. Mark had much greater definition to his muscles, though he was thinner. The two men stood, both shirtless and waiting. It was up to Riley, everything her call.

  Riley stood, embarrassed, wearing only her underwear. Paul strode over, Mark close behind him, and both men let their pants fall to the floor. It was so clumsy, so separate from what they were looking for. Riley unclasped her bra and let it slide down her arms. Both Mark and Paul waited for her command.

  “Come here,” she said, opening her arms to both of them, letting her panties drop to the floor.

  Paul walked in first, trailing a hand across Riley’s chest and sitting on the bed behind her, pulling her to lean against his chest. Mark entered second, crossing the room to stand between her legs. Riley angled her mouth upwards to accept a kiss from Mark, feeling Paul’s hands on her chest and stomach, exploring the familiar te
rritory and finding the places they wanted to rest. Mark’s hands stayed where they were, one tracing over her neck and the other kneading a breast, both content to remain until otherwise instructed. And instructions they would receive.

  “Kiss me,” Riley said, and Mark’s mouth easily found hers. He leaned into her with his entire body, forcing her to lean back into Paul. His kiss was so fierce, so passionate, that she couldn’t find her breath for a good moment. Paul rocked into her, and as she pulled away to gasp, Mark buried his face into her neck. Bites and kisses melded together as her gasps turned into moans. She needed that amount of feeling. She felt Paul growing harder and harder behind her, and she rocked her hips against his shaft. His growl of anticipation pulled her as much as his grip as he rolled them both to lie atop the bed.

  With Paul lying on his back, Riley positioned herself to rock against him with her slit, her legs spread wide across him to accept Mark in front of her. And there he stayed, guiding her body as she dragged her wet pussy against the length of her fiancé. He grunted his approval as she slipped up and down his shaft. Mark’s lips toyed with Riley’s neck throughout, his hands guided every motion, made her feel every single inch of Paul’s member on her backside. The tip of Mark’s cock found her slit and slipped against her wetness.

  “God do I want you,” Mark mumbled against her skin as he played with the both of them. Pushing Riley’s torso against Paul’s, Mark finally made his move, entering her pussy so slow. Riley sighed, then grunted, and then bucked against the feeling. It was so soft, so teasing. She wanted to get fucked, and wanted it to be good. Rocking into his cock, she felt the beginnings of the begging that might rip out of her if it went on too long.

  “Yes,” she moaned, leaning into his cock. “Please!”

  His thrusts were deep, but slow. Mark wanted her to feel it, but he wanted to see Paul’s jealousy and arousal.

  “Not yet,” Paul said, pulling Riley off of Mark’s cock with an audible gasp from her. Paul pushed his own cock inside and Riley’s pleasure was unmistakable.

  “Oh, yes,” she moaned. “God, yes!”

  Mark’s hands pulled her mouth to accept his cock, and she sucked it gladly. She sat up on top of Paul, and the feeling of being filled from both ends…the hot satisfaction spread from her face to her stomach, down to the repeated pleasure being delivered to her. Riley let Mark’s cock out of her mouth, feeling that she wasn’t the only one who was close to coming. She slipped off of her fiancé. She knew that she wasn’t the only one close to coming, and she wanted the night to last.

  “You want it?” Mark asked Riley, rolling her over onto all fours. “You want this cock?”

  With a smack of her ass, Mark pressed inside with a rough thrust, and he made a rhythm that left Riley gasping for more. Paul grabbed her neck, forcing her mouth to accept his cock. Both men looked at each other as Riley moaned and leaned into more and more pleasure. It shouldn’t feel so good, to be used by these men, but she loved it. She loved knowing that they were sharing pleasure via her body, and she wanted more. She lightly punched against Paul’s chest, and he released her. Mark caught on, backing away.

  Once freed, Riley gestured for Mark to come close, and she kissed him fully. As she did, Paul pulled her hips over to his, entering her swiftly and completely. Riley moaned into Mark’s mouth, ready for more. As Paul manipulated her hips, Riley pulled back and took Mark’s member into her mouth. It was close, she knew; Paul was close to coming. As he reached his final thrusts, Riley left his cock, her hands seeking out more fulfillment. Paul came on her back as she kissed Mark, still eager to please. Riley pulled him down to the bed, her legs spread wide.

  “Fuck me,” she pleaded, needing release. It was still too powerful for her to find by herself. She needed aid. She pulled Mark’s mouth to hers as Paul found a condom. He rolled it over Mark’s member himself, standing behind him as he entered Riley. It was Paul’s woman, but he wanted her to find release, but his hands trailed over Mark’s thighs and chest. Watching Paul caress another man and feeling Mark’s cock inside her, everything was such a novel experience. Mark was a different shape and size, it was what she wanted. Something new.

  “My god,” she gasped as Mark rocked into her. His hands on her felt new all over again as he penetrated her. He pulled out, pushed in again, and it still felt new. Different. “Mark, my god, please,” she begged. It was shameless. As sure as she sought pleasure, Mark rocked into her. He leaned against Paul behind him, so ready to seek release, but not before her.

  “My god, yes,” Riley moaned. “Yes, please, yes!” She came, seeing Mark thrust into her, seeing Paul caress him from behind. Waves of pleasure overcame her, and she embraced every feeling, knowing that it would be the last time. She wanted this. Needed it. It was so powerful. She cried out as she let go completely, feeling that it was okay, that it would always be okay, that there was nothing that could stop what she felt, but she needed this and nothing else for as long as they were all three together. She made so much noise, almost screaming by the end of it. She knew that there was nothing that could keep them all separate, even after Mark left, even after he went back to his cattle drive. Riley knew and accepted that, and she let it all go as she leaned into the ecstasy of the moment.

  And then it was over. Mark pulled out and away from her, and Paul still clutched her from behind. All three of them smiled, laughed, dismissed the moment as soon as it had passed. Riley kissed both men before retreating to the bathroom to clean herself up. By the time she got back to the bedroom, Mark had left.

  “What happened?” she asked Paul, stark nude and suddenly self-conscious.

  “Nothing much,” Paul replied. “He just didn’t want to overstay his welcome.”

  Riley frowned, but she understood. It was a big ask, to suddenly mean so much in someone else’s life. She knew that there were a lot of things to talk about, with both Mark and Paul, but for the moment, she was just glad to have had a glimpse of what she wanted. Being with two men at once…it was a lot, but still not enough, and she had loved it. Because she loved both of them, Riley loved what had happened. As she held Paul close to her, she only hoped that he was as happy with what had happened as she was.

  STORY TWENTY-SIX

  Chapter One

  Anne George sat alone in the corner of the room, watching the party become wilder with each passing minute. The College wasn’t known for its late night parties, but this night was special, with the middle term exams out of the way and the prospect of a few days off. Something fell on the floor by the window and broke, but no one seemed to be interested in the damage. Anne took another sip of her beer, thinking that it had warmed up, but unwilling to get up and search for something better.

  “Is this your way to celebrate the fact that we got through the midterm?” Philip Keller, her stepfather had to yell into her ear in order for Anne to hear him.

  “What are you doing here?” Anne shouted back. “I thought that you were going out in the city with my mother?”

  “No, I changed my mind,” gingerly the man slid on the bed beside her. “Want to do something fun? Your mother is already gone to bed and I thought that I could keep an eye on you tonight.”

  Anne looked at him with suspicion. Philip was drunk, there was no question about it, but he wasn’t as drunk as most of the other people in the room and that was a good thing in her mind. “What do you call fun? And since when you are responsible for me? You just married my mother and despite what you might think, I don’t see you as a father figure,” she slurred the words a little, but with all the noise in the room, Philip didn’t notice.

  “Come on,” Philip tugged her to her feet and they made their way through the hallways of the University dorms. They exited the building and the cool night air cleared a bit Anne’s head, making her realize that she was following the only man in the world, she was actually interested in, and who, on the other hand, knew nothing about that. She still remembered the first moment when she saw her stepfather – for
her it had been a love at first sight.

  Philip Sherman was a charming young man, with the most piercing eyes, Anne had ever seen. He was working as an architect and was almost six years younger than her mother. Anne had met and become friends with him all in one night, around two months ago, when her mother introduced him to her after their rushed wedding in Las Vegas. From the first moment their eyes had met she had fallen helplessly in love with him, but Anne being Anne, she had never said anything to him.

  “Anne, where are you?” Philip was looking at her mockingly, while searching for the key of her room. Thankfully, Anne had been fortunate to have a single room, so when he finally managed to find the keyhole, they were hidden from the rest of the world. “So, what it would be?” Philip asked, keeping the small fridge open, for Anne to see what was inside of it.

  “Just a soda, please,” she sat heavily on the bed, grateful for the relative silence around her.

  “Oh no, tonight, no one is drinking soda,” Philip protested and brought her a cold beer.

  Anne thought about protesting, but when Philip put the beer in her hand, she raised it to her lips and took a long sip. They talked, drank and talked some more, until Anne fall asleep and Philip removed her shoes and lay down beside her on the bed. They were both drunk enough to fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.

  During the night, Anne turned around and lay on Philip’s chest, who instinctively embraced her. Anne woke slowly, still heavily under the influence of the alcohol, but feeling safe in Philip’s arms. She carefully raised her head to look at him, and was surprised to see Philip staring at her. Anne’s entire body was buzzing with anticipation of what was going to happen. She saw the man hesitate for a few more seconds, but then Philip moved up, getting closer to her mouth, his eyes firmly staring into Anne’s.

 

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