“Awesome idea. We’ve got plenty of salad ingredients to go with some steaks,” said Jenni.
“I’ve got potatoes and foil. We could bake them in the hot coals,” added Yasmin.
“Sounds yummy. Let’s do it.” Chris hauled Jenni to her feet, they collected their things, and walked back to the trailer park chatting happily.
****
The cook-out was a success. As well as the steaks, baked potatoes and salad, Pearce and VJ brought some hot dogs, which were roasted on sticks over the fire, and everyone ate them right off the stick. Jeff brought his guitar and, later that night, they sang country and western songs and all the old campfire favorites anyone could remember. No matter what song was suggested, Jeff knew how to play it.
Finally, the fire burned low, and everyone said good night and went back to their trailers.
As they snuggled together in bed, Jenni whispered, “I guess we’d better be really quiet tonight. No screaming orgasms, huh? Should I put a pillow over my face?”
“How about filling your mouth with my cock instead?” suggested Robert.
“Oh yeah, daisy chain,” enthused Chris, throwing back the quilt.
They arranged themselves in a loose triangle with Jenni sucking Robert’s cock, Robert’s mouth around Chris’ penis, and Chris licking Jenni’s slit. And it was indeed quiet, with just a few groans, murmurs and slurping sounds as each one concentrated on giving pleasure as they received it.
Jenni loved the feel and taste of Robert’s cock. Silky, soft skin over hard muscle. The big vein pulsing blue, and clearly visible through his pale skin. His balls a little crinkly and rougher than the skin on the inside of his thighs, but both so very sensitive to her every lick and touch.
Already a drop of pre-cum had pearled in the eye of his cock. She swiped her tongue into the eye to catch it. Yum! Salty, tart, just the faintest hint of spice.
Jenni grasped his shaft firmly, letting the balls of her fingers press into the throbbing vein. She licked over the soft cock head, running her tongue into the eye again, hoping to capture another delicious drop of his essence. Next, pointing her tongue, she teased up under the ridge, aiming for the place she knew turned him on.
Then she sucked him deep into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks to exert pressure, relaxing the back of her throat to take in as much of him as possible. She was rewarded by a shiver running right through his body, and knew she’d pleased him.
Gradually, she slid him out of her mouth until only the head remained inside. With one hand she rolled his balls in their sac, while scraping the nails of the other hand up and down the shaft.
Then back she went to sucking him deep into her throat again, humming quietly as the head rested against her palate.
Meanwhile, Chris was doing wicked things to her pussy. He’d begun licking along the slit and sucking her labia into the hot cavern of his mouth, first one, then the other. From there he progressed to licking and sucking her clit, cranking up the desire in her belly almost unbearably. Now his tongue was licking along her channel walls, then thrusting deep inside her, then licking again. Now something—his nose?—was pressing against her clit as he licked and sucked and nibbled.
Jenny’s mind was melting along with her body, yet she desperately wanted to bring Robert to orgasm first. With her last few unfried brain cells, Jenni concentrated on sucking Robert deep, while teasing his balls with her fingers. Just then, Chris thrust a finger deep into her ass. Jenni’s body smashed into a million pieces as the orgasm broke over her, shaking her like a leaf in a storm.
A stream of hot cum hit the back of her throat and Jenni sucked in pleasure, wanting to catch every delicious drop of Robert. Her body was still shaking as she felt Chris tense and release, his tongue still licking up her cream. Now she could let herself relax and her mind go weak, comforted with the knowledge that her men had climaxed right along with her.
And without a scream from any of them!
Chapter Four
They stayed another day at Resort City to visit the nudist beach. Jenni was a bit worried about her slightly flabby belly, but was relieved to see most people there were quite ordinary, with assorted saggy and wobbly bits. Although she had to admit many of them did have lovely, all-over suntans.
Her day became much brighter when Chris turned to Robert and said, “Our Jenni is the best looking chick on this beach.”
“Absolutely. No contest,” Robert replied.
Our Jenni. Her heart sang and she couldn’t resist hugging and kissing them both.
Over the following days, they drove on down the coast, stopping at a range of beaches and resort-style destinations, then headed north again along different roads, before deciding to stay a night at Resort City to see if any of their travel friends were still there.
And every night they made love—woman in the middle, woman on top, all three side-by-side—although never again against the bathroom door. Once was more than enough for that particular position.
One night, Jenni lay awake for a long time, somewhat comforted by the soft breathing of Chris and Robert pressed against her in the big bed. But mostly she was wondering what would happen when they reached home. Had this been a summer romance? A mere vacation fling? Oh sure, she’d known the men for months, gone out with them several times, even had ménage sex with them. But now— now was different. Her feelings for them were so very deep. They never simply fucked. They made long, exquisite, mind-bending love. Every touch, every taste of them, was sublime. She never wanted this vacation to end.
But it was ending. In just a few days they’d be home. Back to work. To the daily round of housework, chores, laundry, shopping, cooking and cleaning. Nine to five-thirty every day stuck behind a desk, churning out those billable hours for the company bottom line, earning her paycheck.
Would she see them again? Would they even want to see her? After all, a summer romance implied a short-term thing. And now she’d decided she wanted something more. Much more. Something ongoing even if not forever. But most definitely she wasn’t ready for this to end.
Besides, how did the whole ménage thing work? She wasn’t looking for a wedding ring. She’d decided years ago that three kids, a dog, and a white picket fence was not her scene. The thought of stinking diapers and baby chuck in her hair turned her off. But to give up Chris and Robert?
I can’t do that! I can’t bear to never again see Chris’ puppy-dog eyes filled with laughter or hear Robert’s snarky, perceptive comments. And God, never again to feel them both deep inside me, filling me, stretching me, pleasing me beyond all thought. I can’t give them up and I won’t!
So how do I achieve that? How do I tell them I want to keep seeing them? Chris did call me ‘our’ Jenni. And they both call me ‘sweetie’ sometimes. But does that mean anything? Dammit!
Jenni’s mind churned around and around trying to think what to do next. One minute she was sure they loved her. The next she thought maybe they didn’t. It was so hard to tell. They were so polite and kind, but surely there was genuine feeling there as well?
And what about the whole ménage side of the equation? Everyone knows about Hugh Hefner and his two-women-at-a time, policy. And of course Mormons and Muslims have multiple wives. But what about polyandry? Two men, one woman?
I’m sure I heard about it being legal somewhere in Canada. And it used to be a traditional practice somewhere that China took over. I recall the Chinese government outlawed it. Hmm maybe Tibet or Bhutan or something. Jenni spent a moment wishing her knowledge of world geography was a little better, then thought some more. Google. Tomorrow I’ll take my laptop to the internet café, check my emails again, and Google polyandry. Then I can come up with a plan.
Happy with her decision, Jenni slept.
****
“How do we convince her to move in with us? We’ve already thrown her on the bed and fucked her brains out, and most excellent fucking it was, too. But how do we get her to say yes?” asked Chris as he and Robert were filling
the RV’s water tank for the trip home.
“Women like romance. It has to engage her emotions as well as her pussy,” replied Robert.
“Ah. Throw rose petals on the bed, then throw her on it?” suggested Chris with his trademark grin.
Robert snorted. “That’s the sort of thing, but I’m guessing we’ll need a few more steps between the rose petals and the fucking.”
“Flowers? Wine? A candlelit dinner?”
“Yeah, they all have potential. Let me think about it for awhile.”
“Well think fast. We need to get her to commit to us as soon as we get home before some other bastard comes along and steals her from us.”
“Understood. Today you drive, and get Jenni to navigate, and I’ll put my thinking cap on.”
“Deal.”
****
The start of the day’s travel was fairly quiet, each of them thinking about the end of their vacation. Robert spent a lot of time analyzing the things that had made them laugh and wondering about how he could link something like that into the romantic evening. A magician maybe? Some disappearing coin tricks, or tricks with knots and scarves? Maybe tying her up? But how would that be romantic?
Then he thought about hiring a Jacuzzi or something along those lines. Sitting in a hot tub, naked, with champagne would be good, but again, it wasn’t really romantic. And above all he wanted the evening to be extra special and, in particular, romantic.
Suddenly it came to him. How could I be so stupid! Here I am trying to plan a romantic evening, when our fun has been all day long. What I need to think about, is a day out somewhere special.
Zoo? Boring. Although it would fit with the kiddy fun things we’ve done.
Museum? Nah, likely it would be full of old things that would send Chris to sleep.
Besides, both those activities would leave us with tired feet and aching legs which is so not romantic.
Sport? That would be a no, too much a guy thing.
Shit, this is hard. Mentally Robert scratched his head, then deliberately cleared his mind and chatted to the others about the scenery and everyday things, letting his subconscious work out a solution.
They enjoyed the day’s travel in the comfortable, well-sprung truck cab. Even a long wait in a construction zone didn’t faze them as they had developed all sorts of games and past-times. Besides, playing rock/paper/scissors for half an hour was fun when enlivened by Chris’ goofy humor and Jenni’s acute comments.
Also, he and Chris were used to her winning by now. They’d never beaten her at hopscotch or table tennis either, come to think of it. She had a wicked, unreturnable backhand. But neither of them could beat him at poker. His brain was wired to remember the cards.
At lunchtime they stopped in a truck stop for a make-shift meal of leftovers. Even then, Jenni had them both laughing as she made faces out of cherry tomatoes and slices of pickle.
Shit! We can’t lose her. Won’t. I’ll think of something or die trying. Die trying. Wait a minute. The Titanic. Isn’t there a place where they do re-enactments of that? Yeah, someone from work went. Who the hell was it? Jake? Tristan? George? Yeah, it was George. I’ll phone him when Jenni goes to the bathroom and pick his brains about it.
Neither he nor Chris had George’s phone number in their cells, but Chris thought Jake might, and Jake knew Cindy did, so he got to George in the end. George raved on and on about the show and how wonderful it was. When Robert asked him outright about whether or not a female would consider it romantic, he replied, “Well I’m not a female, am I? But Ashley oohed and aahed over the candlelit meal, the carved wooden Grand Staircase, and the period costumes, so I reckon so.”
That was good enough for Robert. The next time they stopped for a bathroom break he told Chris what George had said.
“You’re a genius, man. It sounds like a perfect plan. Book it straight away and we’ll be able to lock her in for the dates while we’re still on this road trip.”
****
A million loads of laundry, shopping, and going back to work had Jenni feeling like the vacation had been a month ago, instead of just a week. But she was looking forward to the Saturday out at the Titanic re-enactment with Chris and Robert. It sounded wonderful. She’d even looked up the Titanic on Wikipedia, and although Wikipedia wasn’t perfect on facts, she felt she knew enough about it now to fully enjoy the day.
As soon as they arrived, they were given passenger tickets of real people who’d traveled on the ship. They were drawn immediately into the fantasy, seeing and doing everything just as the person whose ticket they held had done.
The experience was enthralling. Jenni could believe she was this person, really was on the biggest, newest, smartest ship in the world, on fourteen April nineteen-twelve.
When they struck the iceberg she felt the terror her character would have experienced. She was stunned by the orchestra choosing to stay on board and keep playing their music to serve the passengers to the very end. She was horrified that the best ship in the world had more than fulfilled the obligations of the time by only having lifeboat capacity for one thousand one hundred seventy-eight of the two thousand two hundred twenty-seven people on board.
Then she walked through into the final room of the building and found that she, her character, had been saved, but that both the men whose tickets Robert and Chris held had died.
“Back in those days, protocol was adhered to. Women and children first,” explained the guide.
Reality slammed into Jenni with crushing force. Sure there were terrorists around, but the likelihood of being killed by one was pretty much the same as the chance of winning the lottery. However, people died every day in auto accidents. Every day ordinary people developed incurable diseases. Others were injured in ways that would mean their entire lives changed.
She desperately wanted to be with Robert and Chris, if not for forever, at least for however long suited them all. Life was too short to stuff around, and that is what she’d been doing, by not acting on her thoughts. She needed to tell them she loved them, tell them what she wanted, go out and claim these men as hers. And she needed to do it now, not at some future date when everything felt right.
I will, she decided. Tonight.
“I hope the ending didn’t spoil it for you,” said Chris, unusually serious, as they left the building.
“No, I needed that reality check. Life is short. We need to go after what we want and grab it with both hands.”
Jenni found herself caught and slammed up against a solid wall of chest muscle. Immediately Robert pressed in behind her, hemming her in with his equally solid presence.
“What we want is you. Forever,” said Robert.
“Permanently. In our house and in our bed,” amplified Chris.
“I want that too.”
“Are you sure?” asked Robert.
“Yes. It just hit me. I was miserable that our vacation, our sex odyssey, had come to an end. I wanted to spend more time with you both. Then, when your characters died I knew that I had to tell you how much I love you. Both of you.”
“Hot damn. We love you too. You will move in with us, be part of us forever?” Chris pulled her closer against his chest and nuzzled her neck.
“Yes, I will, but we can talk out the details later. Take me to bed now and love me, please.”
Robert turned her around and kissed her, then both men grabbed an arm and hurried her across the parking lot to their car.
Arrived at their apartment, Chris swept her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. The lights had been left dimmed, and rose petals were strewn over the bed.
“Pretty,” Jenni said, before all the breath was pulled out of her body by a deep, penetrating kiss from Chris.
He placed her gently in the center of the bed and began undressing her, as Robert leaned over her for his kiss.
Robert began by kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, her ear. He pulled her hair into his hands, running his fingers through it and playing
with it as he pressed her body against his.
Robert and Chris removed the last of her clothes then hastily stripped off their own to join her on the bed. Chris held up a tube of lube.
“Rose, to smell like the flowers,” he grinned.
“Thank you,” she whispered, still overcome by the amount of effort they’d taken to make this date special for her.
The three lay on the bed, pressed so close together no skin was left untouched by someone else’s skin. Chris licked and sucked around her slit, first teasing her pussy, then the skin behind it, then her clit, moving from one to the other in no discernable pattern so she was kept on edge.
Meanwhile, Robert was leaning over her, licking and teasing first one breast, then the other. Sucking a nipple here, then licking a globe there, then concentrating on the hollow between her breasts.
Chris was still teasing her pussy and her clit, but his fingers had penetrated her dark channel now, teasing and stretching the tissues, stroking the walls, driving the sexual tension ever higher with every lick and touch.
Jenni was reaching and stroking any piece of either of them she could reach—Robert’s face or arm or hair, occasionally Chris’ head or back—but it wasn’t enough. Nowhere near enough. She wanted more; she wanted to be filled. “Enough with the foreplay, just fuck me for God’s sake.”
The men disentangled themselves, Chris sliding behind, her, Robert in front, all of them on their sides.
Chris lifted her leg up and out, her foot flat on the mattress. Holding her ass cheeks apart, he pressed the head of his cock against the ring of sphincter muscles. It popped through the entry, and he pushed in, little by little. Soon he was inside her right to the hilt, his balls flat against her upper thighs, his hips tight against her lower back.
Robert slid his lower leg under Jenni’s body so he could get closer to her, then he guided his cock into her pussy. The stretching and filling was wonderful. Jenni always felt so full, so possessed, so cherished, when they were both inside her. And she knew the men loved feeling each other’s cocks through the thin membrane that was all that separated them.
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