Three Men and a Woman: Evangeline (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Rachel Billings

  He’d spotted the little menagerie of sex toys downstairs and had brought the most necessary item along with him.

  “My cock’s going up your ass, sweetheart. Double penetration. I want you to take care of both of us.”

  She met his gaze when he pulled back to speak. Her eyes darkened, and he was sure it wasn’t only fear. She was excited about it. She nodded.

  He kissed her hard and then moved around behind her. “I’m going to get you ready, babe. Chase, slide up the bed. Evvie, put your hands on the bed board.” The bed was a spectacular old pineapple poster, and Briggs was sure it had never seen this kind of action. That imagination of his was considering the possibilities for the four posts and a handful of ties. “Chase, keep her happy there.”

  Evvie turned back to face Chase. He lifted up to kiss her, then settled back so he could play with her tits. She hung over him, those sweet tits all ripe for the taking. Like always, she loved that stimulation, moaning in pleasure.

  In the meantime, Briggs got another hot look at her ass. Chase still worked slowly into her, taking his time about it now. Briggs put his hands on Evvie’s waist and pressed, flattening her pelvis a bit and tilting her ass up.

  It was freaking hot, watching the movement of Chase’s cock in and out of her pussy, seeing the little tug of it on her ass. He put his lips to one of her smooth cheeks and sucked her. “This looks so hot, baby. I love your ass. I’ve been thinking about this for days. A double fuck, Evvie. This is going to be wild.”

  Evvie was making little nervous sounds—anxiety and anticipation mixed. He couldn’t blame her. Chase’s cock was big—she was already stretched just to accommodate him. And Briggs was no pin-dick, either. She was going to be totally full of cock.

  He took the lube he’d brought and coated his fingers, then spread some around her anal ring. She started moaning again, happy with just that.

  Venturing further, he poked a finger in. That hole was so tight, she was good and taut even against just his finger. He reamed her a little, and she shuddered with pleasure.

  “Briggs. Chase.”

  They both encouraged her. “Good girl,” Chase said.

  “That’s it, baby,” Briggs told her. “You got this.”

  She was a little squeamish when he pressed a second finger in. Her breath caught in a squeal, and she tried to inch away. But there was nowhere to go with that hard cock nailing her pussy in place.

  “Mmm. Mmm.”

  Chase seemed to have her distracted with whatever he was doing with her tits, and she settled a little, rocking into his fucks. Gradually, she accepted Briggs’s fingers. He sank them in and reamed them around.

  Her ass was hot and tight and fucking ready.

  * * * *

  Evangeline moaned in pleasure. Ever since Giovanni had said he’d be thinking about how she could please three men, she’d been anticipating this. Double penetration. Triple penetration. The words and the images they evoked were both incredibly erotic and entirely scary. She’d been imagining, wondering, and fearing.

  But this was so good. She loved it.

  That sweet, claiming kiss Chase had given her in front of the Victory women—his blatant, totally lacking in subtlety establishment of ownership—had turned them both on. He’d walked her away casually, but when they were out of sight of the sisters they’d picked up their pace.

  They wanted to be home. They wanted to be in her bed.

  But the urgency was gone the moment he had her in the bedroom. Sweetly, among kisses and touches, he’d removed her clothes. He’d allowed her to do the same to him. That had included some time on her knees, when he’d held her head and gently fucked her mouth. He’d pulled her to her feet after long moments of that pleasure, taken her mouth the same way with his tongue, and then laid her on the bed.

  He loved her mouth. She would surely know it from the way he kissed her and his clear adoration when she’d used it on his cock.

  But he told her, too. When he fucked her, he made love to her mouth as well as to her pussy, and he described in hot words how her mouth turned him on. Apparently she tasted sweet. And hot.

  So he’d kissed her and slowly sank his cock into her pussy. He’d been sweetly loving, so different from the demanding, dominating fuck he’d given her before. It was a lovely contrast, and she wallowed in it. She suspected there was an apology in it, also, for that bit of a dust-up about having a home birth. If so, it was working.

  He was building her toward a climax like he had all day to do it when those words came from the door. Chase had sighed but did what his friend instructed.

  He held her against him and rolled over.

  Even that was hot. She was impaled, squared down on that huge cock by her own weight. Then he started playing with her breasts with exquisite skill. He gave small, sharp pinches to the very tips of her nipples, seeming to find some nerve connection that went straight to her clit. Each little tweak made her moan.

  In the meantime, Briggs was behind her. She knew he was watching, viewing her ass as Chase fucked her. It was wickedly erotic, letting him see her get fucked by another man. Then he came to the bed and started touching her ass, fucking his finger into her and then—oh, God—two. It was so much. Just as she’d imagined, an impossible overdose of stimulation. And yet, it was possible. She could tolerate it all. Could take it all. Loved it all.

  Briggs gave her a couple minutes to deal with that second finger.

  She knew what was coming next. After a while she knew he was teasing her with the thought. He had her ready for his cock. He was going to give it to her.

  But he made her wait for it. He kept working her with those fingers, long past when her body had given over to him. At the same time Chase fucked her and tortured her nipples until she was so heated she was nearly screaming at Briggs to get on with it.

  Or maybe she was screaming.

  His mouth was at her ear, and he was asking her something. Something.

  “Briggs!”

  “What do you want, baby? You have to ask before I’ll give it to you.”

  She whimpered. “Briggs. Dammit!”

  “What, baby?”

  “Fuck me. Hurry. Please.”

  “Say it. You know what I want. Say it.”

  Fingers and cock and more fingers. Chase watching her, eagerly, blatantly anticipating the pleasure of that coming penetration—what it would mean for her, for him.

  She was wild with it, nearly coming already.

  She must have said it. Must have screamed it. Because suddenly, he was there, his cock shoving into her ass when she was already so full, so filled with Chase’s cock in her pussy. Somehow, they both fit, her body stretched incredibly to take both those cocks. She was crying and coming nearly right away, and they were with her. Pounding in and grunting roughly, both of them fucking her hard and pushing her on with their own insistent pleasure.

  Double penetration. A double fucking.

  “So fucking tight. Come, goddammit. Fuck her, Chase. I’m going to come, fuck, fuck. Move it. Move that ass. Fuck!”

  She was lost to it, her body rocking, somehow flexing to take all they had, all they could give her. One, then the other, she pitched between them, letting them have her.

  It was so, so much. It was all burn and distention and hot taking thrusts. Acute, overwhelming stimulation. They were so strong, her two men, flexing and pounding into her, using her, pleasuring her and themselves with her body.

  They were with her. The moment she started screaming and spasming, they started howling, lunging and pumping into her until she felt it, the burst of their cum, hot spurts deep inside her, ass and pussy. They all shivered and shuddered, hard, wracking contractions of every muscle. Briggs and Chase celebrated in feral growls while she shrieked with ecstasy.

  “Oh. Ow. Oh. Ow.”

  Their lasts thrusts into her mellowed, gentling into grunting tremors and then final, lazy, lingering forays.

  Trailing kisses along her back, Briggs slid out of
her. He fell to the side, and, with both men helping, Evangeline lifted off of Chase and fell to the bed between them. They cuddled her, stroking and soothing.

  “Holy shit. Motherfuck. Freaking hot.”

  They both spoke as they petted her, words that barely registered as she lay tucked between them, fucked witless, not even making an effort to gather herself. She had one arm wrapped across Chase’s chest. Her other was behind her, draped along Briggs’s flank.

  She held on to her men and slept.

  Sometime later they nudged her awake. She thought they might have been working at it for a while. It was nearly two thirty, they said. They had to leave, and she had to walk down the hill to meet Maisy.

  * * * *

  Evangeline enjoyed her weekend. She got sweet, hot kisses as she said good-bye to Briggs and Chase. Her body was sated, lazy, and relaxed. She stood with them on her front porch, pressed between their bodies as they took turns at her mouth. She was sad to have them go, but at the same time she was filled with bone-deep contentment.

  She was in love. And for once, in her lifetime of loving these men, they were hers. The two of them, at least. And Gio, soon, too. He would be back by the middle of the next week, and she would have them all.

  So she went through her weekend activities happily, very aware of her many blessings. She met Maisy at the bus stop, and they walked back up the hill together as Maise related the events of her day. Nine-year-old Keith Victory—the one who’d given Maisy her nickname—was featured. Apparently, the school bus driver would be having a little chat with his parents.

  Mother and daughter kept their Friday night ritual of a bike ride into the village for pizza and then a movie at home.

  On Saturday, after their yoga class, they prepped for the sleepover. It had become a tradition that hosting the Victory children was an event of such magnitude that it called for a trip to Wegman’s flagship store in Pittsford. With a lot of help from prepared foods concocted by master chefs, Evangeline and Maisy put together a pasta bar for dinner with enough variety that there would be something appealing for each of the children.

  Maisy’s favorite part of the trip was making her selections from the rows of candy-filled bulk food containers. The first activity when her “cousins” arrived in the afternoon was the baking of cupcakes. There followed a decorating contest, with prizes awarded for best faces in the categories of cutest, most gruesome, and most original. The canvas was a frosted cupcake, and the paints were the day’s assortment of gummies, jellybeans, gumballs, and bits of licorice.

  No one could vote for his or her own cupcake, and the winners got their photos—with cupcake—posted on the refrigerator for the month. The activity had become a favorite of all of the kids, one that involved a lot of good-natured fun and teasing and that was surprisingly entertaining for all. Occasionally one or two of the parents stayed to participate, and for that circumstance the kids had developed a sympathy category—best effort.

  Charlene and Teddy’s home was nearest the entrance of Victory Farms, and tradition held that their kids acted as lookouts. As soon as Evvie and Maisy pulled in from their shopping trip, it was game on. The older kids, nine-year-olds Keith and Alexandra and their seven-year-old sibs Michaela and Winnie, respectively, came by bike to help unload the groceries. By the time the cupcakes were in the oven, parents were showing up with their smaller children.

  Saturdays were busy on the farm, but almost always, as parents arrived, they would stay for a glass of wine. The brothers and their wives were a remarkably close group, all of them appearing entirely comfortable and in good stead with each other. A time or two, as the afternoon waned, all six of them had ended up on Evvie’s front porch, sharing with her a couple bottles of something new from the winery. When they left, they kissed goodnight to Maisy and their nieces and nephews as well as their own children. They good-naturedly wished Evvie the best of luck and walked off as a group to Harriet and Scott’s home. Theirs was the biggest household of the bunch and at the far end of the property.

  This week, the women were all busy with a trio of events at the Casa, and Teddy and Scott had been pressed into bringing along the younger children. Preston was helping the women, they explained, and the two of them had hosting duty in the tasting room, so they were doing what they termed a drop and go. Crash and dash, Teddy said. Brat and scat, Scott added, handing over the obviously much loved Stella who, age three and the youngest of the group, was torn between joining the big kids and clinging to her dad.

  Watching the turnover, Teddy scooped up southwestern ranch dip with a yellow pepper strip. “So, who’s this Chase guy?”

  Over Stella’s head of her mother’s red curls, Evvie looked into the two very interested male faces. She wasn’t surprised word had gotten around, and she was aware—pleasantly and gratefully on most occasions—that the brothers had taken her in as one of their own.

  Still, her private life had just taken a very unordinary turn, and she wasn’t sure what this group would make of it. “He’s a friend from childhood.”

  In best big brother fashion, Ted gave her a hard look, checking her impulse to dodge the issue. “He had his tongue down your throat.”

  She objected to that. “Not within sight of—”

  Teddy’s eyebrow went higher, and she silently cursed.

  She matched the eyebrow deal, but kept her voice soft in deference the child in her arms. “It’s really none of your business.”

  Teddy grinned and kissed her forehead and then Stella’s. “You’re probably right. But you come to us if you need help, yeah?”

  She’d once stood with the three brothers outside of the Casa, watching as their wives had passed over their children and turned to walk together to the terrace where some big event was getting underway. The men, surrounded by their children, had clearly taken a moment to enjoy that view.

  Preston had been the one to speak the obvious. “We are a lucky bunch.”

  Looking at the brothers now, Evvie had to admit the wives were a lucky group, too. She smiled. “Yes, Ted. Thank you.”

  He nodded, accepting that as a commitment. Scott kissed her, too, and his daughter, and then they were gone.

  She took a deep breath and turned toward the backyard. “Come on, Stella. Let’s see what the big kids are up to.”

  There was a kiddy pool waiting to be filled, lots of squirt toys, a sprinkler running, and a deck with lots and lots of towels. She’d learned early on that, if she wanted to be able to sleep before dawn, the kids needed more active entertainments than just cupcake contests.

  Before long Stella was happily splashing in the pool, and all Evvie had to do was watch over the group and refill the occasional water gun.

  She kept them outside late, setting dinner up on the deck as well. She figured the possibility of just hosing the whole area down made for easier cleanup. They went straight from wet shorts and swimsuits to jammies, and, by shortly after sunset, she had them eating popcorn and more or less quietly enjoying a movie. As they dropped off to sleep, she settled them around the little den in their sleeping bags. Maisy and the two girl cousins her age wanted to sleep in the pineapple bed, so she tucked them in there. She didn’t use the bed on sleepover nights in any case. When she brought her own blanket and pillow down to the couch, the oldest boys were still playing a card game by flashlight.

  In the near dark, amidst a field of sleeping children, she chatted with Gio.

  Nearly every day since he’d been gone, he’d found a time to call her. He’d been back on the ground in New York City a time or two, but mostly he’d been calling from points in Europe. His calls were sweet and hot, and she was learning about phone sex.

  Not this night, though. She let him know she was surrounded by small ears. Instead, through the clever use of yes or no questions, he made a game of learning how she’d spent her last two days. At first she giggled, but she sobered—and heated—as he relentlessly drew from her the details of her experience of double penetration. Did she
like having both Chase and Briggs filling her, fucking her? Yes. Had she imagined what would have happened if he had been there, too? Yes. Had she wanted him there, wishing he was feeding his cock into her mouth? Yes. Did she think that would be too much for her, having his cock thrusting down her throat while the others fucked her ass and cunt? No. Would she be ready for triple penetration when he got back? Yes. Yes.

  “Oh, baby. I’ve missed you.”

  “Me, too, Giovanni. I can’t wait to see you.”

  “Wednesday, babe. Be ready for me.”

  She was ready right then, saying a long, sweet good-bye while trying to ignore the little gentle ache in her pussy that Gio had put there. She went to sleep thinking of him.

  It wasn’t much of a sleep, what with small people needing trips to the bathroom and drinks of water all night. She got up with the early risers and started blueberry pancakes. With fresh butter and New York maple syrup, the kids ate heartily.

  The Victory parents always made the most of their nights home alone. It was usually later than noon before the first of them appeared. That was the case this week, when Harriet appeared about one thirty, her red curls tamed into a loose braid, her face looking happy and well rested. She made a game of hunting up her own children who were hiding in the tents the kids had built with blankets and deck furniture.

  By ones or twos, the others came. The brothers made sure that no pancakes went to waste, and, eventually, the families walked away, each in the direction of their own homes. Small children rode their father’s shoulders, or swung suspended between their parents, a hand from either one securing their place in the world.

  Evangeline had her own child holding her hand as she watched them disappear. Maisy gave her a sweet smile—the same as her own, one of pleasure and relief combined. They both enjoyed these clan gatherings immensely and also appreciated their quiet time together when they were over.

  “Where do you go next week?”