Annabelle realized it wasn’t for her.
Rowen had invited Kev to stay with them while his show was in town. From the beginning, she had assumed that his presence was temporary. That she belonged to Rowen and would still belong to him after Kev left.
But it didn’t feel to her like she belonged to just one of them. She loved them both, needed them both.
She didn’t want to let Kevin go, leaving her to spend her life loving Rowen but feeling half-empty, always longing for her other love. And honestly, she didn’t think Ro would be satisfied that way either. He loved Kevin like a brother, and she knew that having Kev live with them, making a threesome out of their love, made Ro happy, too.
By the time she was dressed, decently, with panties on and her breasts tucked inside her knit top, she’d come to a decision. Determined, she marched out to the kitchen. And then stopped, suddenly uncertain.
They’d made her breakfast. Well, that, in and of itself, wasn’t entirely out of the ordinary. True, she did most of the cooking. With their dom tendencies they enjoyed watching her serve them, do for them. And secretly, she enjoyed it, too, that little sense of taking care of her men, satisfying them in that way.
But they both did cook, taking over when she was busy with a deadline or if they wanted one of their red meat, He-Man meals. Usually a grill was involved in that case.
But more so than her meal sitting there prettily, with flowers, even, what seemed wrong was the way they both looked up when she walked in. Sitting on either side of the table, they both looked happy, content. While her heart was breaking.
It took her a second to get her steam back up. Then she did, and stormed over to stand before Rowen. She pushed at his shoulder. With a look of surprise, he stood to face her.
“I won’t have it,” she said. “You can’t bring Kevin in here and make me fall in love with him and then expect me to just let him go. I love you both. You know I do. And you know I can’t be happy if he leaves.
“So I need you to find him a job, a permanent one, here. I’m moving into the spare room until you do.”
* * * *
Rowen knew the grin he couldn’t wipe off his face was pissing her off. And that just made him grin all the more. She was so damn cute in her high dudgeon, getting ready to turn around and stomp off. An effect he knew would be ruined by her spiky little heels. Hard to stomp in those girlie, fuck-me shoes.
He saw Kevin was enjoying the show, too.
But Rowen knew Annabelle was truly suffering, so he brought it to an end. He grabbed her arms and tugged her up against him.
“Babe,” he said. “Did you think I’d brought Kev in as a temporary fuck toy for you? Did you think I’d let anybody fuck you, share you, for just a short-term thrill?”
Well, he had been a little worried she would, in fact, think that.
As soon as he’d met her, he couldn’t help imagining her as the centerpiece in a permanent ménage. He thought about it, dreamed of it, hoped for it.
All the while, he’d also been convinced that what he grasped for was impossible. What bright, competent, beautiful woman would want to share her body with two men? Well, that wasn’t exactly the question. He could walk into the theater right now and drag out two or three of them who’d be more than willing.
The question was more, could she share life and love? Could she find space in her to take both of them into her bed and into her heart? Could she openly live with two men, letting them share her?
He hadn’t known for sure that Kev would be willing, either. A fast double-fuck, that nothing-but-hot feeling of the two of them going at one woman, was one thing. But loving a woman and being willing to share her with another man, that was another.
For himself, Rowen had been pretty sure he could do it. And the past six weeks had confirmed it. He loved fucking Annie, and he loved fucking Annie with Kevin. And a little to his own surprise, he loved the thought of Kevin fucking her. When he was at the theater late, he pictured it in his head, and it added to the pleasure he had of walking in and joining them. Even when he was alone in his bed and Annie was with Kev, he liked thinking of what they were doing, and even better, hearing it. Of course, most the time he didn’t stay alone in his bed for long.
But that was Rowen.
This morning, he’d learned, Kev felt the same way.
This morning, Rowen had told Kev that he wanted to make sharing Annie a permanent deal. If Kev wanted it, too, Rowen had the solution.
The day before, Ro had put in a bid on a little theater that was standing empty. His plan was to develop a house that focused on traditional theater, where great writing and great acting, rather than big productions and pyrotechnics, made the show. He figured he could act and Kev could direct, each of them taking on other Broadway jobs whenever appealing roles and shows came up.
Kevin loved the idea, both parts of it. He wanted the job and the ménage. Kev was a happy man, a grin plastered on his face just like his own. He stepped up, making an Annie sandwich.
Rowen focused his attention back on her. She was looking at him now with a kind of stunned wonder in her eyes. “I already got him a job, sweetheart. He wants to stay here and I want him to, as well. We want to share you, Annie, for good. It’s what I wanted all along, but could hardly dare to hope for.”
He kissed her and could feel Kevin pressing up against her.
“Is that something you could imagine? Loving us both? Letting us both have you?”
Tears filled her eyes as she nodded. “Yes,” she said. “It’s what my mother did.”
“Huh?” Rowen leaned back to see her better.
“What she wanted, anyway. My mother loved two men, but she had to give one up when his job took him away.”
Amazed, Ro shook his head. “Babe, why didn’t you tell me? Here I’ve been all this time, wondering how I could get you to accept us both.”
Annie smiled and stroked his cheek. “I didn’t know myself. Not until Kevin came and I fell in love with him, too. Then I realized that my mother had done the same thing, that she’d fallen in love with a second man.”
Rowen kissed her hard. “Well, hot damn. You’ll do it then, babe? Take both of us?”
She kissed him back and slid an arm around to reach Kev, too. “How could I not? I love both of you. And love it so much when I have both of you inside me. I want to have both of you.”
Rowen grinned, wanting to pump his fist with the thrill of it. He gave her another deep kiss.
“I’m so happy, babe. I love you. We both love you. We’ll take care of you always.”
With Annie in between them, he felt Kevin press harder against her.
“I say we give the woman what she wants, right, Ro?”
Oh, yeah. Ro took her hair down from that sexy little bun she’d put it into, nudging his fingers over her nipples when he brought lengths of it over her shoulders. He rubbed a little more, finding the nipples tightening up just under the fabric of her top. When they were nice and tight, he rolled them between thumbs and fingers while he took her mouth. She groaned and opened for him, letting him delve in with his tongue. As his cock tightened against her, he felt Kev tugging her skirt up.
“Hey, Ro,” his friend said. “Check this out. She’s been a bad girl.”
Rowen wasn’t surprised. He’d seen the minute she’d walked in she wasn’t showing off her breasts the way Kev liked. On closer inspection, he’d noticed she hadn’t even tightened up her nipples, the way she always did for him. Now, Kev lifted her skirt up to show him she was wearing a black thong.
Their girl was acting a little feisty. His cock went from stirring to rock hard, thinking of what she was asking for.
Punishment.
“Get her skirt off,” he instructed. He tore her top open, sending buttons flying and stripping it down her arms. He liked her little black demi-bra and so he left it where it was. The wicked thing left her nipples bare, and so he started flicking at them, taking advantage. “Leave the panties on, if she
wants to wear them so bad.”
Annabelle knew she was in trouble and was loving every minute of it, by the look on her face. She was hot, and he could smell her pussy, knew without looking that her thong was wet.
They left her standing there for a long minute, her tits jutting out above the bra, her ass bare with just the thin thong running up the center.
“Clear the table, babe,” he ordered. “We’re going to need it.”
Finally, he was going to have what he wanted. Well, most of it, anyway. His new theater still needed a writer, and he had a plan for the third bedroom that didn’t include providing a place for Annie to go off to for a pout.
* * * *
Annabelle wobbled a bit, unsteady as she made rapid work of moving the dishes to the kitchen counter. The men watched her like they were waiting to pounce. She was going to get spanked. Knowing it had her wet already, her pussy aching for big cock.
When she came back, hands empty, the men took her sideways between them. They each took a breast and started squeezing, tweaking her nipples. Then their free hands began stroking her ass, one cheek each.
They were getting a little rough when Kevin spoke. “Kiss us.”
She turned her face to him, and he took her lips, rubbing hard, sucking her into his mouth. He kept at it until Ro gave a good tug at her breast.
“My turn.”
She moved a little and had Rowen’s tongue in her mouth, going deep. One of them, she thought Kev, circled his fingers into the back of her thong. As he tightened his hold, the thong crept up her ass. He yanked, sawing it up against her little hole and pulling the front piece tight against her clit. Anther yank and it bit into the slit of her pussy.
“You have her ready?”
That was Ro.
“Yeah. Go for it.”
Kevin took her mouth again in a long kiss. Her ass was lifted and, just as he’d said, ready. He was still kissing her when she felt it.
A hard spank, from Ro. He left his hand on her, massaging where he’d slapped. It was a gentle little distraction, but just a tease, and she knew it.
She almost held her breath until the next spank came, and the next.
Their hands were still busy at her tits, and Kevin’s tugs on the thong kept her pussy aching. With each slap to her ass, she panted harder, just wanting them to get done with it so they could get on to fucking her.
“Bend her over,” Kev said. “I want some, too.”
Rowen moved aside and pushed her down so she was bent over the table. Kevin tugged at the thong, sliding it down to her ankles. Then, from either side, a big hand massaged her ass. “You want it, puss, don’t you? You want me to spank your ass.”
“Yes,” she said. “Yes. Hurry. I need you to fuck me.”
Kev laughed in triumph and then slapped her. The two men took turns, spanking then soothing. She was so sensitive now, anticipating each stroke. Her ass throbbed even when they just caressed her. Her breathing was rough, fast.
After long minutes of it, Kev leaned over her, lifting her hair off her shoulders and speaking right into her ear. She could feel his hot breath.
“Sorry, puss. What did you say you needed?”
But she knew what was going to happen next already. While Kev was bending over her, Rowen was lubing her ass.
She cried out in relief. “Yes. Hurry, Ro. Fuck me!”
And just as she commanded, he did it, burying himself deep, all the way up her ass, not giving her even a second to adjust. Annabelle shrieked, a groan that was part agony and part pleasured, blessed relief. It was such a rough feeling, having hard cock up her ass. It was crude and gritty, a little vulgar and dirty, edgy. She loved it and always wanted more.
Without pause, Ro thrust hard, repeatedly, hard and fast.
Kev urged him on. “Give it to her, Ro. Fuck her.”
“More,” she said, and they knew what she wanted. What she loved best.
“Yeah, puss. You want us double-fucking you. We’re going to give it to you, just like you need it. Come on, Ro. Back her up. She needs her pussy fucked, too.”
Ro stopped, sunk all the way in to her, and reamed around a little, just circling the base of his cock at her sphincter. She was shivering at the raw feeling of it when he circled his hand into her hair and lifted her up.
She was arched, his cock still thrust into her ass, her head pulled back against his chest.
Kev stepped in front of her, palming her thrust-out tits, rubbing her nipples. He kissed her hard, prodding at her belly with his flagpole. She shivered again when he started to stroke her clit. She had Ro stuck up her ass, his greater height practically lifting her off her feet as he kept her impaled. And then Kev tormenting her, breasts and clit, from the front.
“She’s going to lose it. We’ve got to hurry.”
Kevin moved around her. From the kitchen island, he brought two of the high, padded stools. Setting one to either side, he hiked Annabelle up until she knelt, one knee on either stool. Her legs were spread, her pussy open so Kev could bring his cock into her, too.
He sucked her tits while he prodded her opening. “Hold her,” he told Ro. “It’s going to be a tight fit.”
He was right. Rowen took hold of her hips as Kev pushed in. She had never been stretched so tight. Ro was so far up her ass, and Kevin was so revved his cock was huge. He pushed in, grunting, thrusting a little at a time, until he was seated.
Every little movement they made caused her to moan. They knew she was at her limit, and they began to touch her, encouraging her. “You can do it, babe,” Ro said as he moved his fingers to her clit. He started to rub, very gently at first. “You can take us.”
Kevin did the same, sucking her nipples, reminding her how she loved having both cocks fucking her.
Finally, the exquisite stimulation overtook the ache and burn of such extreme stretching. She dropped her head back on Rowen’s shoulder, thrusting her breasts out, inviting Kev to make use of them. That arch of her back moved her pelvis a little, causing her to rock a bit between the two hard cocks.
That encouraged the men, and they slowly started fucking her, in and out, a coordinated rhythm that had her full of one cock at every moment. Her escalating sounds of pleasure drove them on. They were clearly loving it every bit as much as she was. They clutched at her hard enough that she knew she’d have bruises. They sucked, leaving more marks, and scraped with teeth.
In the end they were all three panting and groaning, both men thrusting fast and deep. Annabelle was chanting, “Love me, love me.” Or, maybe it was, “Fuck me, fuck me.”
It was both.
Kevin was equally incoherent. “I love your cunt,” he said. “You fucking cunt. Come, cunt…you…fucking…love…cunt.”
Behind her, Rowen was the same. Faster and faster he rubbed her clit, matching the lightning pace of their fucks. He yelled out his pleasure at the way Kevin fucked her cunt, filling her so her ass was even tighter. At ass-fucking her, double-fucking her. Finally he started cursing, using words she’d never heard from him before.
Words that sent her over.
“Come, goddammit,” he said. “Fucking give over, dammit.”
They all three came together, a long, impossibly intense orgasm that had the men thrusting into her together, spurting their hot cum, slicking their last lunges into her. They all groaned and shuddered, bodies wracked by the power of their climax. With both men still inside her, Kevin gathered her up. Backing to the table behind him, he collapsed onto it. Annabelle draped over him, with Rowen, still in her ass, falling down on top of her.
They lay there together for long minutes, waiting to catch their breath, savoring the ecstasy of their three-way love.
Chapter Six
That weekend the three of them went together to the closing party for Kevin’s show. Up until that night, Kevin had been fairly discreet about his relationship with Annabelle. The very first time she was at the theater, she picked out the two actresses and the lighting tech that Kevin had fuc
ked when they’d been out on the road. They were the three who watched most carefully each time she came to meet Kev.
At first they’d been hostile and suspicious. But then Rowen came along with her to pick up Kev for dinner after a matinee. Ro was always so obvious in his possession of her that the three women let up and got a little friendlier. With her clearly taken by Rowen, Annabelle could tell they each thought they still had a shot with Kev. Wrong.
She walked into the party tucked close between both men. It was a real theater party with loud music, flashy dress, and some fairly lewd behavior. Rowen and Kevin made themselves right at home.
Ro took her to the dance floor first. He held her close, kissing and fondling her. No one paid much attention, since it was little different from what a half-dozen couples of various gender-pairings were doing. If they watched, it was in appreciation of a hot actor getting it on with his babe.
Kevin took the next dance. Annabelle was aware that more and more attention came to be focused on them. Kevin started kissing her, ever more hungrily. Then he put his hand on her ass, rucking up her skirt until he reached bare skin and bringing her pelvis-to-cock with him. He brought their clasped hands in between their chests so he could play with her tit. Pretty soon they weren’t dancing so much as grinding.
Annabelle adored him for it. It was a hot turn on, letting him claim her there, in front of all those bitchy theater women who thought they had a chance with her man. He was on her like stink on a skunk, not that she, a born and bred city girl, had ever smelled skunk.
When Kev came up for air, he looked over to the table where Rowen sat watching them. Kev turned her enough that she could see him, too. Ro gave her a hot look followed by a wicked smile.
She knew what was coming and braced herself for it, burrowing her face into Kevin’s chest. Even so, when it came, she startled a bit and couldn’t hold back a sultry moan.
Her guys had brought her wired for their own personal sex party. Before they left the condo, they’d had some warm-up play, taking their time placing the butt plug up her ass just so and then experimenting with a little butterfly vibrator.
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