Menage Bk 1: Stephanie's Menage

by Mari Byrne

  “There is however one exception.” Still soothing Stephanie, Mitch continued. “If you are part of the royal family, you are excluded from this law.” He looked into her eyes.

  “In the royal family, where the line of succession is concerned, twins, if male, may only have one wife; if females, then one husband. This is to ensure any offspring of the union comes from one of the royal family.”

  Stephanie looked into his eyes and found there was something in the look that said she needed to pay close attention.

  “Yes…well…does this mean if I want I will be able to have even more husbands?” Stephanie said in all seriousness.

  She felt the tension immediately, even before either of the two men blurted out an authoritarian “NO!” Slightly taken aback at what appeared to be an unquestionable response, she blinked rapidly a few times and tried to gather her composure.

  “Um…okay.” She swallowed a nervous giggle. “Does the sharp note in your voices mean you won’t tolerate another man, or you’re from the royal family?”

  Both men muttered about not adding more men to their families and avoided actually answering the question.

  “Then, on another note, I have some problems with this marriage.”

  * * * * *

  Babbet paced angrily from one end of the sectional couch to the other. The pacing wasn’t helping at all to bring her rage under control. She held her arms across her chest and squeezed her arms. She knew she would have bruises in the morning, but frankly, could have cared less. She stopped only long enough to look at Stanley Labowsky and mumble dire threats.

  “Don’t take it out on me. I’m just the messenger.” He sat in his stylish clothing and smoothed his tie for the second time.

  He watched as Ms. Carlson paced and muttered to herself and thought this was one of those cases he should have turned down. Even if the amount she’d offered him to watch the twins had been almost half of what he’d made in the last seven months.

  She had told him she only wanted him to make sure her boyfriends weren’t cheating on her.

  Hah! Fat ass lie he had known it was, he had still taken her money and thought it would be a piece of cake. Watching her now with her fist clenched and what looked to be the wrath of Kahn burning her eyes, he knew better.

  Stanley had tried his best to convince her that now the men had been found with another woman, it would be her job to confront them. He started to open his mouth. When she turned back toward him, he thought better of it as her eyes drilled holes through him.

  “What?”

  Well, maybe I’ll just wait. “Nothing really.” Then he thought, now or never. “No, since you asked. My services seem to be done. I did what you asked, spied on the men, and now that you know—”

  He trailed off, as the temperature in the room seemed to drop fifty degrees. She stood in place and seemed to gather herself. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, Babbet held her breath for a few moments, and exhaled as if letting go of all emotion. When she opened her eyes, the anger seemed to have left, and she gave him a serene smile.

  “Now, Mr. Labowsky.” He knew the kind of smile she now wore, and knew to be wary of it.

  Gulping hard, he stuttered out his name. “Ca..call me…St-Stan-Stanley.”

  She continued to smile at him, and her smile grew larger as she walked closer to him. When she was almost standing in his lap, she looked down at him and fluttered her eyelashes a few times.

  “Really Mr…Stanley. I think there are all kinds of ways you can still help me.” She stopped to give him a smile, one that usually made men sit up and take more notice of her.

  Stanley swallowed at the look Ms. Carlson bestowed upon him. He knew if he stayed just one more minute, he’d do whatever she asked.

  Babbet held the smile for a few more seconds, and then kicked it up a notch. She watched as the big sap in front of her took her bait, hook, line, and sinker.

  “Shall we talk, Stanley?”

  And with those fatal words, Labowsky was doomed.

  Chapter 8

  Stephanie sat in silence and waited for either of the two men to object. When they did nothing but sit quietly, she took a breath and voiced her problems.

  “First of all, a woman likes to be asked for her hand in marriage.” She watched for clues that either of them was listening. When again they said nothing, she continued.

  “There’s the little detail I don’t even know you two all that well. Like what either of you does for a living. What about your family, your likes, wants, needs? What happens if we disagree? Do I get my way? Does one of you get yours? Can we argue about it?”

  She drew a deep breath again and would have continued, but Mitch and Kristain just sat there.

  “Look. These are things I need to know. I need some input from the two of you, especially the thing about asking. You can’t just arbitrarily announce we’re married and expect me to go along with it.”

  She waited.

  She seems to be objecting mostly to the fact neither of us asked, Kristain said to Mitch. Are any of those questions you’d like to tackle, or would you rather I did?

  Mitch sat back but hung onto Stephanie’s hand. I think I’ll take most of them. Feel free to interrupt if I leave anything out.

  “Where to start?” Mitch mused. “You threw so many questions at us.” He thought for a moment, and came to a decision.

  “Let me start with a few of the other questions and then we’ll get back to the asking one.” Mitch leaned back in his chair and let go of Stephanie’s hand.

  He looked up at the ceiling as if trying to remember.

  “Ah yes. What do we do for a living?” He smiled winningly at Stephanie. “We’re in the family business and we manage a department in the company. Since you have married us—”

  Stephanie started to interrupt him on this point, but he held up his hand to stop her interruption.

  “Yes, I know. Our full names are Kristain and Mitchell Anaksup. We come from the Queendom of Aranak. Our favorite color is—what?” Mitch dropped the legs of the chair to the floor abruptly and reached out to grasp Stephanie’s arm.

  She had gone completely white when she heard the ‘Queendom of Aranak’. He frowned as she started to breathe heavily.

  “You…again…why…nooo!” Stephanie dropped her head to the table and groaned.

  The Queendom of Aranak. Where the hell was that? And just what in hell was she doing even entertaining their delusions? She lifted her head enough to take in the picture of two concerned males and then dropped her head back again, groaning.

  They were visions of what she imagined Apollo and Ares looked like in their heyday. Women would drool over them until they died from the wanting. The same women would have fantasies about these two men and put themselves in her place.

  Why? Why couldn’t they just be close to sane? She sat up and sighed heavily.

  “Look. It’s one thing to say we’re married, two husbands and everything. Hey, I can just write it off as eccentricity. I could probably even go along with it. You two are wonderful men. The sex is fabulous, you both are gorgeous, and hey, I’m available.” She paused to argue her point here. “But, you have to hear everything you two have said to me from my side.”

  She shook her head.

  “You were invited for a threesome this weekend, and that’s what I got. Thank you for that. But now, I’m supposed to believe all three of us are married, you both are from a place called The Kingdom of Arbneck—”

  Kristain interrupted her, “Queendom of Aranak.”

  “Yes. That Queendom, thank you—what am I saying?” She asked in exasperation.

  “The point is, no matter how gorgeous you both are, how good the sex is, shoot, how good it all is, I don’t think, no—I know I can’t believe either of you are anything but human.” She paused briefly.

  “Is there any kind of proof—” She trailed off as Mitch stared into her eyes and gave her one of the quickest proofs he could think of.


  His eyes became a glowing bright golden color. Shots of light sparked out of them and disappeared like fireworks. He grabbed her hand and placed it on his erection.

  “This is what you make me feel. I am aflame with want of you. I want to worship at your altar.”

  Stephanie watched transfixed as Mitch’s eyes continued to spark. She only turned away as she felt a hand grip her shoulder.

  Turning she found the same light show going on in Kristain’s eyes.

  “Have you not noticed what you kindle in us when we climax? This has happened every time, and it pours out of our entire bodies.” Kristain said in a sensual voice.

  Stephanie stared, gaping. Just how many more surprises were they going to pull out of their magic bag?

  “I…I…I thought it was…I thought…I was seeing…stars…because of—” She trailed off while color bloomed rosy in her cheeks.

  Kristain and Mitch chuckled huskily as if she had stroked their egos.

  “In a way, you were. What you see in our eyes is what you feel in your body when you orgasm.” Mitch watched as Stephanie became dumbfounded with what he was imparting to her. He reached out and picked her up. He placed her in his lap and cradled her as if she were fragile.

  “Do not fear us, love. Even when the fire burns red in our eyes because of anger we are sworn to protect you above all.” Mitch said as he gently stroked her hair.

  Stephanie listened to the rumble of Mitch’s voice and felt comforted. He seemed to be trying to explain something to her, but she had plenty to deal with as it was.

  When she thought she had herself under control, she patted Mitch’s arm and started to sit up. Mitch helped her, but when she was upright in his lap, he let her go as Kristain hauled her into his lap.

  “Rest assured we will keep you safe in our homeland. You will want for nothing, and you will be adored by all.” He kissed the top of her head. “You will rule with an iron fist in a velvet glove. You will be the best sovereign our world has seen yet.”

  Stephanie wrinkled her forehead as she gave Mitch a confused look.

  Rule?

  Royalty?

  Family Business?

  Her mind had finally recovered and she was beginning to connect the dots.

  Rule? Rule!

  “NO!” She shouted it into Kristain’s ear. “I will NOT rule anything!” She heard the hysteria in her voice and took several calming breaths.

  “Look! I am not royalty, I’m not even sure we’re really married. I haven’t even been asked to be married, let alone stood in front of a priest and taken vows.” She was rambling. “I haven’t signed anything, and we haven’t even gotten a blood test. Okay, so you’ve met my family, Jan, but you still haven’t told me anything about yours.”

  She sputtered out more protests as she thought frantically for a reason she was unfit to rule anything.

  “My company!” She shouted again as she realized it would mean leaving her work. “Ha! I can’t leave my business.” She sat up in Kristain’s lap and emphasized her point by poking her finger into Mitch’s chest.

  “I’m contracted for two films and four commercials in the next seventeen months. I signed contracts in good faith and I don’t have a choice.”

  She smiled smugly. “I can’t possibly rule anything, or anyone.” She leaned back into Kristain’s chest and felt as if she had won the round.

  Mitch gave his ‘I have you where I want you’ grin and his eyes bled back to normal.

  “You will, of course, carry out your obligations. We would never dream of giving you a reputation for not honoring contracts.” Smiling sweetly, Mitch watched as she relaxed against his brother.

  “Your reign won’t start for another two years.”

  Stephanie launched off Kristain as if she had been shot out of a cannon, and gave Mitch a look of incredulity.

  “Didn’t you hear what I said?” She looked from one brother to the other.

  “I am not royal material. I’m a make-up artist. Not to blow my own horn, but I’m a damn good one. I already have a job, I don’t need another one!”

  She stood her ground and glared at the two to show she meant what she said. Forget the marriage part for now. Her two so-called husbands would learn she couldn’t be manipulated into doing something she didn’t want to do!

  * * * * *

  Babbet waited impatiently for the phone to ring while she showered away all evidence of Labowsky’s desire. She had done what was needed to ensure he was thoroughly ensconced on her side.

  As repulsive as she’d found the act, she still felt a thrill at the fact she had actually manipulated the man into doing what she wanted him to.

  She was riding high on a power trip she hadn’t used since her first marriage. She had found her husband would do anything, promise her everything, when he was buried between her thighs. And she made sure he always kept those promises.

  Babbet thought of what she had asked Labowsky while he labored toward his climax. She had been safely assured if she said the right thing, made the right noises, he would only hear what she asked. He wouldn’t notice that although he was striving for a touch of heaven, she was only focused on her pleasure.

  The pleasure of his compliance.

  No single man had ever brought her to climax. In fact, Mitch and Kristain had been the only ones to ever send her on the ride to Nirvana by cock alone. And it had still taken both of them at the same time.

  Remembering it now, her hand slithered between her thighs as she worked herself toward the edge of climax.

  She struggled to keep her attention divided between her pleasures and listening for the phone. All it would take was the right words spoken into her ear.

  A few moments later the phone rang, causing the ripples to start. She plunged her fingers as deep as they would go. It took her over the edge as she screamed through the orgasm, which rocked her as thoughts of Mitch and Kristain plunging deep went through her mind.

  When she could think again, she stepped out of the shower and grasped the handset on the bathroom counter, bringing the phone to her ear.

  “Hello.” The voice she heard through the earpiece sounded like liquid sex, and it excited her anew. Thinking only of the pleasure that just slammed through her, she began to tease herself again as the caller told her of the success he’d had in his given assignment.

  She purred her pleasure out as she thought of the possibilities to come, then laughed at her clever pun.

  Chapter 9

  Stephanie shivered as she felt Kristain’s tongue lave at her clitoris. She was so close to the edge she began to move against his tongue for more friction.

  Finally! She shouted, then groaned in sensual abandon as her orgasm burst over her in scorching waves.

  Mitch kept up his rhythm of slow thrusts as she rode the orgasm to its farthest reaches.

  Both men had made such persuasive points about talking things out later she had barely noticed when the conversation had turned to sex. They had ignited the fire in her to such an all-consuming heat she had given in to them just to extinguish the ache, which had become constant whenever they were near.

  Not that she had forgotten about the discussion. Because she hadn’t. But a girl had to have her priorities, didn’t she?

  Well, of course she did. And Stephanie was going to make their final day together last as long as she could. Monday was coming all too soon, and she had to be on a set for—

  The thought flew out of her head as Mitch picked that moment to slip out of her.

  “Hey! Just where do you think you’re going?” She used her elbows to prop herself up on his chest and turned her head back to look at him. She felt his hands slide down her sides and grasp her hips.

  “Why, nowhere. But I have this insatiable urge to be buried inside you again—” He trailed off as he wiggled a bit.

  Stephanie gasped as she felt his cock at the entrance to her backside.

  “Ummm—” It wasn’t that she didn’t want to try this, just he neede
d to know she never had.

  “Sssshh. Relax. We’ll make this good for you.” Kristain said as he eased her back onto Mitch’s chest.

  “But…I haven’t ever—” She wasn’t going to be embarrassed about this, she thought. God, please. Not after everything they’d done all weekend.

  “And never—with two at a time.” She finished in a rush.

  Kristain smiled at her gently. “Stephanie, we’re not both going to be in the same place at one time.”

  Stephanie did blush now. But she held up her chin as best she could while she felt Mitch’s chest jerk.

  “I didn’t think you were going to be. I was trying to tell you I hadn’t ever tried this. I’m…not…experienced.”

  She felt the laughter stop at this admission.

  Mitch leaned his head into her neck and kissed her neck gently as his arms came around her and held on tightly.

  “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” Mitch’s voice held a tone that said it wouldn’t in anyway make a difference if she preferred not to.

  She closed her eyes at the understanding in his voice and when she opened her eyes, Kristain smiled at her with a look she had never seen before in a man’s eyes.

  Right now, she didn’t want to analyze it too closely. She smiled back and sighed deeply.

  “No. I want to try this, but I…I’m not really sure…what to do.” She would have felt self-conscious if Mitch hadn’t given her a final squeeze and enthusiastically reassured her they’d take care of everything this time.

  “We’ll be gentle. If anything bothers you, we’ll stop. There isn’t anything you need fear. Ask for it and we’ll provide it. Please, “ Kristain’s voice dropped several octaves as the excitement in his voice came to the fore, “never fear us.”

  “We would never do anything you don’t want us to.” Mitch reiterated.

  At their reassurances, Stephanie relaxed and let them introduce her to what she had always thought of as a true ménage à trois.