by Daisy May
I sat next to Jasper and stroked Reuben’s head, enjoying the feel of his smooth hair as I pushed him gently to the floor. “Want some help blowing me?” I cracked—as if Reuben didn’t know how incredibly he always turned me on and got me off.
Reuben licked his lips and lowered his head, taking my cock onto his sweet, warm tongue. I hadn’t braced myself for the sensation, and I quivered in pleasure. His mouth was made for my cock. And it only felt better when Jasper leaned over from beside me and trailed gentle licks up the rest of my shaft.
They blew me in sync as if they were sharing one mind. Their lips and tongues moved in rhythm until I didn’t know anymore who was doing what. All I was aware of was just how good it felt.
My back arched, my entire body stiffening and relaxing at the incredible feelings. I grasped blindly for both of them, my hands finding two shoulders, one sturdy and one narrow. My hips bucked upward uncontrollably, and then I found myself thrusting into empty air.
I jerked upright, wild with shock and confusion. There they were—they hadn’t moved an inch, but they were pausing to turn their attention to each other. They were kissing now, lips joined and tongues meshing, sloppy and passionate.
Fuck, they were hotter than anything I’d ever seen before in my life. I seized my shaft, harder than a rock and throbbing for them, for both of them. I’d wanted to do more than blow jobs, but this was too much—I couldn’t stop myself. I needed release and I needed it now. I gripped hard and pumped fast, jerking myself to the very edge in a heartbeat.
And that got their attention. “What are you doing?” Reuben asked, a playful smile on his face as he tugged my hand away.
“No—no—don’t, I need…”
I hoped against hope that he was only stopping me so his own mouth could close over me. But no such joy was to come. I shuddered, several beads of precum dripping from my tip in frustrated anticipation. In my dazed state, I was barely aware of the two of them raising me to my feet and turning me around.
“Ready for Reuben?” Jasper murmured into my ear.
His voice was throaty and sensual, and I was so aroused by it that I didn’t even stop to think what he was talking about. I groaned, assuming the sound would come off as assent. I was ready for whatever the two of them wanted to do to me, as long as it would lead to the climax I so desperately needed.
“Reuben’s ready for you,” he told me, glancing behind me as he climbed onto the bed.
He pulled his cock free—his poor cock, which had been waiting untouched all this time. I lowered my head to it instantly, sucking off the precum and swirling my tongue around his swollen head. I was just beginning to enjoy the way he shivered beneath my touch when I felt something warm and slick probing at my entrance.
So this was what he’d meant about Reuben—because his finger was exploring me, lubing me up, and after only a short preparation he was plunging inside me.
Oh, fuck. I’d rarely bottomed since Reuben had joined our relationship. He was always up for it, so that happened naturally. But I loved the feel of a hard shaft stretching me out. And I’d been so turned on, my walls so relaxed, that Reuben had managed to take me by surprise. The lack of anticipation made me groan even louder.
“Don’t forget about me,” Jasper breathed, dragging my head back down to his cock.
They were spit-roasting me. Dominating me. And I was letting them do it. Loving every moment of it, actually. One boyfriend filling my ass, the other filling my mouth—I’d never felt so satisfied, so whole.
“Give that ass up to Reuben,” Jasper groaned.
And I did. I moved with the force of his thrusts, letting his rhythm dictate how fast or slow I sucked Jasper’s cock. That was easy enough when he took it slow for me, but when his fingers dug into my ass cheeks and he started fucking me in earnest, I had all I could do to stop that big cock from slipping out of my mouth. I hung on, scrambling to keep hold of Jasper’s hips. The gentle pressure of his hand on the back of my head held me where I was.
Reuben was panting, his breath coming quicker with each passing moment. His fingers gripped me hard and then relaxed as if his hands were spasming with pleasure. I pushed back to meet his thrusts, wanting to send him over the edge as fast—and hard—as possible. I wanted him to lose his damn mind.
When he spoke, his voice was tight and rasping. “Come here.”
For a moment I wasn’t sure what he meant. I was about as close to him as I could physically get, after all. But he wasn’t speaking to me. Jasper leaned over, burying his cock further in my throat as he arched toward Reuben.
I felt the two of them meet above me, heard the smack of lips meeting. My fingers curled in the bed sheets as my body began to shake. Knowing my two lovers were kissing while both inside me excited me beyond reason, and my reaction was out of my control.
And as the oblivion of ecstasy overwhelmed me, I knew I’d found perfect happiness.
Jasper
Getting a divorce was easy as pie. Even if I’d never anticipated needing to do it myself, I’d led couples through it a thousand times.
In our case, it was simple and uncontested. No kids, no alimony, no disagreement over how to split our assets. Neither of us had hired an outside lawyer.
Now we were standing at a counter at the courthouse with the final forms in front of us. We’d finished our hearing, where the judge had bemusedly agreed to grant our request. All that was left was to sign on the dotted line.
“Are you sure you’re not screwing me?” Charlie asked.
“Not yet,” I said. “I can later, if you’d like.”
He eyed the papers. “Very funny. What do I know about divorce? This is all Greek to me.”
I put down my pen. “How long have we known each other?”
“A long-ass time.”
“And how much do you trust me?”
He smiled. “With my life.”
“So what’s the problem?” I took his hands. “You really think I’d be unfair to you at a time like this? The only reason we’re doing this is to be fair to Reuben.”
“True.” He relaxed a little. “It’s just a little stressful to divorce someone who does divorces for a living. Especially without my own lawyer.”
That did make sense. A lot of people might’ve thought he was out of his mind to be doing what he was doing. I would’ve had no objection to him getting a lawyer at any point, but we’d mutually agreed it would be a waste of money.
“We can go over it one more time,” I told him. “It’s not complicated. Our finances were already separate. We’ll continue co-owning the house, just like always.”
He cut me off. “It’s okay. You don’t need to explain anything more.” He pressed a long, slow kiss to my lips. “I trust you one hundred percent.”
“Then let’s sign these papers and take our boyfriend to a wedding.”
Two signatures on the divorce decree, and we were done. We handed the papers over to the clerk of courts and joined hands as we walked out.
The divorce had been pretty similar to our marriage, now that I thought about it. A quick stop at the courthouse, and then a ceremony after. Except this time, the ceremony wasn’t for us.
Reuben was waiting for us in the back of the car. “So it’s done?”
“Yeah,” Charlie said as he turned the key in the ignition.
“You guys didn’t have to do that for me.” He reached over the seat backs to squeeze both of our hands. “And you’re absolutely positive this Fiona person isn’t going to mind me crashing her wedding?”
“For the last time, we wanted to. And since when can an invited guest crash anything?” I shook my head at him. “You know perfectly well that Fiona knows you’re coming.”
I’d called her almost immediately after we’d decided to get divorced. She and I hadn’t had a full-on conversation in years, so it was great to catch up anyway. I told her how honored I was that she’d remembered me on her invitation list, and then I’d given her a brief explanation of my
situation.
At first she wasn’t sure if Reuben should come, but I told her I’d come with both my partners or not come at all. She quickly agreed after that. Now all that was left was for us to show up.
The wedding hall was crowded when we got there. We were early enough that we could sit in a row near the front. I was between Charlie and Reuben, and my heart beat a tiny bit faster as we joined hands.
We’d been getting more and more affectionate in public since we’d decided to be open about our relationship. This wasn’t some dimly lit bar or a movie theatre, though. This was one of the most formal events we’d attend all year, and the last thing I wanted was to draw any attention away from the bride on her big day.
But if anyone looked at us as the hall filled up, I didn’t notice. All I could think about was how happy and excited I was for Fiona, and judging from the whispers around me, everyone else felt the same.
I glimpsed a few faces from the past, and I almost stood to wave at someone I’d been particularly close with. Then the bridal march began to play. I sat, grabbing both Charlie and Jasper’s hands once more as we all turned to watch Fiona walk in.
She was draped in a glimmering white gown that trailed halfway down the aisle behind her. As she reached the front and pulled her gauzy veil back to see her groom, she absolutely glowed with happiness.
A smile came over my face, one that refused to go away for the rest of the ceremony. Even when Charlie nudged me and told me I looked like a dope, even when Reuben asked in a whisper whether I’d indulged in some drugs before the ceremony, I couldn’t stop smiling.
When the vows were said and the bouquet was tossed, we moved on to the reception. There, I was just as happy. I mingled, keeping both of my boyfriends close and introducing them to every old friend I came across. I didn’t think twice about the funny looks people were giving us. I didn’t care what they thought of our relationship.
I was here. I had my men. Five adorable puppies were waiting for us at home.
I had everything in the world I could’ve wanted.
Reuben
“Where the fuck are the napkins?” Charlie demanded.
I turned from the table, where I was setting out plates and cutlery. “They’re on the counter, just like always.”
“Not those.” He was practically breathing fire as he glared at me. “The little doggy napkins.”
“What doggy napkins?”
Jasper appeared in the doorway. Sizing up the situation, he went over to Charlie and placed a calming hand on his arm. “Reuben, this is not the time to be getting Charlie worked up.”
“But it’s so much fun,” I laughed.
He shook his head at me. “You know perfectly well that Charlie made a special trip to the store for doggy napkins.”
“No, I don’t think you guys told me. Are they napkins for the dogs?” I knew I was pushing Charlie at this point, but he was so cute when he was all pissed off. I adjusted myself subtly, noticing I was halfway hard.
“They’re napkins with dogs on them,” Charlie growled. “I know you know that, and I know you’ve seen them. The guests are coming soon, so tell me. Where are they?”
Laughing even harder, I pointed at the cabinet above the stove. “I put them up there for safekeeping.”
“More like you put them up there to piss Charlie off,” Jasper said, shaking his head.
“No, that was just a side benefit.”
I looked from him to Charlie, wondering if we had enough time for a quick romp before anyone arrived. Everything was ready for the party. The streamers and balloons were already up, and the two cakes were in their boxes on the table.
It was ten to six, which meant we had at least ten minutes. I could get off in ten minutes. Heck, with these two guys in my life, often I could get off in two minutes.
I was about to suggest making a quick trip upstairs when the doorbell rang. “Ugh,” I said. “Who do we know that would actually come early?”
“I’ll get it.” Jasper headed for the door.
I glanced around at the puppies, who were scattered across the room. They usually would’ve been playing in the back yard at this hour, but none of them had wanted to go outside. All five seemed to have picked up on the energy of the day, or maybe they knew they were about to be the center of attention.
Om nosed at the table leg, then turned her puppy-dog eyes toward me. I nudged her away with a foot. “No food for you, puppy. And don’t rub your head on the table like that. Your party hat is going to fall off.”
I heard the door open, and then Jasper gasped. His voice carried through the hallway. “I had no idea you were going to make it! It’s such a long drive from your retirement community.”
“I wouldn’t have missed the party. These are pretty much my grandpups, after all.” The voice was creaky, and I didn’t recognize it. “Aren’t they something, with their little party hats!”
A second later, Jasper had led the early bird into the kitchen. “Wendell, you know Charlie. Reuben, this is the cousin who took me in and helped me when I needed it.”
I gave the older man a strained smile. Meeting new people who knew about our relationship was always a little stressful. Even if no one would dare say anything to our faces, I was sure they gossiped when we weren’t around.
But that was okay. The thing about gossip was that it thrived on rumors and uncertainty. Everyone knew the three of us were together. We were completely open about it, and since the time I’d moved in with them, none of us would’ve dreamed of denying it.
When people had questions, we usually answered so thoroughly that they understood we were normal people doing a normal thing. On the occasions when their questions were inappropriate, we deflected them gracefully.
“You must be the new boyfriend I’ve heard so much about,” Wendell said to me. He looked about seventy, but had a surprisingly strong grip as he shook my hand.
“I know this might seem strange to you,” I said carefully.
“Not at all,” he said. “I lived through the sixties, didn’t I? I’ve seen a thing or two in my day. When it comes to strange situations, three people loving each other doesn’t even make the top ten.”
Just like that, I relaxed. “I’d love to hear some of your stories sometime.”
The puppies skittered up to Wendell, and he petted them affectionately as he spoke to me. “Hand me a bottle of beer, and you won’t have to ask twice.”
The doorbell rang again, and I promised to come back and hear his stories later. After getting him his drink, I rushed to see who’d arrived.
It was Aaron. We’d ended up becoming pretty good friends after all, and we’d stayed close when I was promoted and moved to a different department. I’d never told him my boyfriends had once suspected me of cheating with him. At this point, our three-way relationship was rock-solid and that moment was just a funny memory.
“Hey, man,” Aaron said, slapping my shoulder. “Where are these famous puppies that are turning one?”
Sky had run right up to us, and I picked her up for him. “This is Sky,” I said. “She’s one of the cutest ones.” She sniffed his hand for a minute, then wriggled to be put down.
“You rank their cuteness? That’s pretty mean.”
“She’s one of the top five cutest,” I clarified. “You look great in that shirt, by the way.” He’d worn a red-and-black checked button-down that fit nicely over his slim chest and narrow waist.
“Thanks,” he said, eyeing me up. “You know you always look great, right?”
Charlie appeared at my side. “Back off, buddy.”
Jasper was suddenly at my other side, as if the two of them had been unconsciously summoned by the power of someone else flirting with me. He didn’t say a word, but he crossed his arms.
“Chill,” I told them, laughing. “He didn’t mean anything by that.”
“Although if you ever do want to make that triangle a square…” Aaron winked.
That did nothing to placate
Charlie. “Reuben is ours. And we only share with each other.”
“We’re a triple flame,” I explained. “One soul divided into three.”
“All right, all right.” Aaron held up his hands. “Just saying. You guys are goddamn sexy.”
“We know,” I said. “That’s why we’re together.”
Before Aaron could come in past the front hall, the doorbell rang again. This time it was Hannah, my old coworker from Cup of Joy. I raised an eyebrow when I saw she was with not one man, but two. Both were tall and good-looking, and both had their arms around her.
“I need updates on this ASAP!” I hissed into her ear.
“The boyfriend I already had and my new boyfriend,” Hannah whispered back, sounding shyer than I’d ever heard her. “He’s the friend I told you I always had chemistry with. I convinced my boyfriend to try it once, and things kind of snowballed from there.”
I widened my eyes at her. I wanted all the details, but for now I introduced her to Star at a normal volume. She cuddled the puppy while Sky jumped at her first boyfriend’s thighs and Moon head-butted the other’s calf.
A few more of my current coworkers showed up next. They had no issues with me and my boyfriends. Every time the women at my office saw Charlie and Jasper, they gushed for weeks after about how lucky I was.
The puppies only got more excited as people continued to arrive. They raced from one person to another, sniffing all the new scents and getting petted to their hearts’ content. I was pretty much as excited as them. It felt like everyone we knew and loved was here, and every time I looked at Charlie or Jasper, they seemed as happy as I felt.
When we’d been mingling and drinking for a good long while, I opened the two cakes on the table. One was a normal cake. The other was made of eggs, peanut butter, Greek yogurt, applesauce, and rice flour—I’d baked it especially for the puppies.
“All right, everybody, in here!” I called. “It’s time to make some puppies extremely happy!”
The room filled, and I grinned as I began to slice the human cake first. I placed each piece on a doggy napkin, of course.