by Lucy Smith
So one night after work, I asked Pierce to go to dinner with me. I even asked him to have a drink or two so that he’d be relaxed. To my surprise, he agreed to one drink. Once a good portion of his drink was gone, I quietly brought up the subject. “As you know, the Sunday coming up is my choice.”
He nodded and looked at me with slight hesitation.
“How far are you willing to take things? Is there anything you refuse to do?” I asked.
He took a sip from his drink and stared at me for a moment. “That depends on what you want me to do.”
“How would you feel about having another man added to the mix, just for that night?”
“I don’t really want to have sex with another man, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“No, nothing of that sort. Just the two of you having sex with me.”
He was silent for a long moment. Finally, he said, “I could do that. Who do you have in mind?”
“Lucas.”
“As in my personal chef, Lucas?”
I could feel my face grow hot. “Yes.”
He took a longer drink from his tumbler. “I’ll speak to him about it. If he doesn’t want to do it, do you have someone else in mind?”
“No. If he doesn’t want to, I’ll figure something else out.”
“All right, I’ll speak to him about it.”
I felt bad that I was putting him in such an awkward position with an employee that he wasn’t already sleeping with, but this was something I’d always wanted to do. Now was my chance to try it.
~*~*~*~
My mother called the following day. I’d been expecting her to call. “Hi, Mom,” I answered.
She sniffed on the other end. “Hi, sweetheart.”
I tensed. She hadn’t called me that since I was a little girl. “What's wrong, Mom?”
Pierce looked up from his laptop.
“I just want to let you know that your father has had a minor heart attack—”
“Oh, no. I’ll fly out right now.”
“No, no. You don’t need to. The hospital has already released him. He told me not to tell you for that reason, but I felt you should know.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. He’d be mad if you flew out here for a minor heart attack.”
“Okay.” I didn’t know what else to say.
“I love you, sweetheart. I’ll call you later.”
“I love you, too.” I hung up the phone with conflicted emotions. On one hand, I still felt betrayed and angry at him for what he did to my mother, and on the other hand, I wanted to rush home and hug him.
Before I could stop myself, I cried right there in front of Pierce. I hoped that he’d get up and hug me, but he didn’t. He waited until I was finished crying before he spoke.
“What happened?” he asked.
I couldn’t look at him. “My father had a heart attack. He’s okay.”
“Then why are you crying?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know.” I looked at him. “Toby told me about my father and your mother the last time he was here.”
Pierce stiffened. “And?” he asked. He sounded angry, as if I was going to accuse him of something.
“What are you planning? That night, when Toby got drunk at the club, he pocket dialed me. I heard him agree to work on something with you and it wasn’t the casino. Then again, I saw that he was calling you at one in the morning when I was leaving your condo the other night.”
He seemed to be contemplating telling me something, but just then his phone rang. He answered it, glanced at me, and left the room. When he came back, he didn’t continue the conversation, and I didn’t feel comfortable enough to bring it back up. We worked in silence for the rest of the day.
I was unnerved by that conversation. That afternoon I thought about how I wanted to deal with it and move forward. That night Pierce must have talked to Lucas about what I wanted because the next morning he texted me, conveying Lucas’s willingness. Apparently his chef agreed not to say anything about what we did as long as he got extra pay for his Christmas bonus. I was glad to hear that he was going to participate in Sexual Sunday. There was something about the thought of being with two men at one time that was appealing to me, being the woman at the center of it all. To be wanted sexually by two men at the same time was empowering. It was definitely going to be a learning experience—for at least two of us.
~*~*~*~
The next few days were more than a little awkward for Pierce and me. We didn’t know how to handle what we had yet to finish discussing. I wasn’t sure how to bring it back up. I didn’t want to overstep my boundaries, so I waited for him to bring it up. Luckily for us both, Sunday was a neutral area; we didn’t talk about business or our personal lives unless it came up after the sex.
In order for me to get comfortable Sunday night, I invited both Pierce and Lucas out to dinner. Afterward I planned to have my limo take us back to Pierce’s place if no one backed out—which I was expecting someone to do. It was one thing for Pierce to ask me to have a threesome with another woman, especially after I had already been with Kat. It was another for me to ask him to have sex with me while another man was present. It was clear, at least to me, that he didn’t desire any type of relations with another man.
~*~*~*~
I picked up Pierce first and then Lucas, and we went to a small seafood restaurant that had good ratings. Lucas told me that was what he liked, and I didn’t mind it myself. Pierce, on the other hand, ordered chicken, so I guessed seafood wasn’t his favorite thing to eat.
Lucas was a good conversationalist and able to keep both of us interested in his conversation. I really liked him. Oddly enough, however, he still didn’t compare to Pierce; I still wanted Pierce more. This suddenly made me question whether or not I was falling in love with Maverick. It wasn’t something I could consider in that moment though. In fact, I doubted if I could ever truly think about it.
Lucas said, “My father is a cook in the Army. He has a true passion for food, and I guess that passion got passed on to me. My older brothers never seemed to understand it. They’re more interested in cars and business.”
Our plates were empty, but we were still talking while we finished our bottle of wine. “Did you ever want to be anything other than a cook?” I asked.
Lucas thought for a moment and then shook his head. “I briefly wanted to be a superhero when I was five, but that dream passed when I broke my arm trying to fly out of a tree.” He gave me a big toothy grin, and I laughed. I could picture him in his pajamas with a sheet tied around his neck as he launched himself off the highest branch he could climb to.
“Perhaps we should go now,” Pierce said.
I could see annoyance in his eyes. He hadn’t joined in on the conversation for at least fifteen minutes. I was still not sure if he was mad about being left out or at me for flirting so openly with Lucas, which I hadn’t ever done with him. I was angry at him for acting in such a way, but I said nothing as we made our way to the limo. Things became awkward as we entered the car, leaving the relaxing, non-foreboding atmosphere of the small restaurant. I waited for one of them to say he wanted to back out, that he hadn’t thought it through, but neither said a word as the limo driver took us back to Pierce’s place.
~*~*~*~
Once inside Pierce’s apartment, we all stood around waiting for someone to make the first move. This was different from the threesome we’d had with April; by the time I got there, both of them were already drunk. How she had gotten him to drink that much, I still didn’t know. With them both drunk, it was easy to fall into bed without having to think about what should happen in order to get from point A to point B. In this particular moment, it was vastly different. We were all painfully sober.
“Why don’t I go make us some drinks?” Lucas asked. He appeared to be as affected by the tense air in the room as Pierce and I were.
I nodded, and Pierce seemed relieved. As soon as Lucas was out of earshot, I
turned to Pierce. “If you really don’t want to do this, you don’t have to. I know it’s asking a lot.”
He shook his head. “No. I’m fine with this. I’ve just never done anything like this with another man.”
I touched his shoulder. “Just to be clear, I’m not asking you to have sex with him or kiss him.”
Lucas returned in that moment with three drinks that looked like Bloody Marys. “This was all I could find that would work in the fridge. I hope everyone likes them.”
I took a small swallow of my drink, but I wasn’t really in the mood to drink so I set my glass down. Lucas appeared to feel the same as he also put his glass on the counter. I thought he made the drinks so that he could leave the room for a few minutes. I watched Pierce take a good long drink from his, and I knew he’d be feeling it soon. I hoped that it would take away some of the trepidation he had to be feeling. A few minutes of silence passed. I walked over to the couch and sat down. Patting the seats on either side of me, I invited the two of them to sit. They both took their respective seats, and I took the initiative by placing my hands on their thighs.
Apparently that was all Lucas needed. He leaned over and moved my hair away from my neck and then kissed me there. His lips were warm and soft, and the kiss was hesitant, but I could feel his confidence grow. He became strong and forceful as he explored my neck and ear. I moaned when he took my earlobe between his lips and played with it. My eyes closed, and I relaxed as he worked his magic.
Pierce moved to kiss the other side of my neck. He also used his mouth to play with my other earlobe. I was in double-the-pleasure heaven, and I couldn’t wait to see what else would happen.
Lucas’s hand traveled to my covered breast, and Pierce’s hand moved up my thigh, neither losing their concentration with their wonderful lips on my neck. There were no words that could describe what I was feeling in that moment. To have the attention—no, the affection—of two other people was beyond what I thought it’d be. I had high hopes, but none of them made me think I could reach this level of euphoria. It sounded selfish, but I took a sort of arrogant pleasure from it being about me. In that moment, I had no desire to reciprocate their efforts.
Lucas unbuttoned my blouse, and his fingers touched my skin. Pierce spread my legs with a pull at my thigh, and his long fingers inched under my skirt toward my nearly drenched panties. He pressed into my swollen lips through the material and ran up and down the sides of my clit. If my panties weren’t there, I didn’t think I could have handled direct contact that close to the sensitive nub at that point.
I moved my butt closer to the edge of the couch in an attempt to get myself in closer contact with his hand. I let out a moan when he moved away, and he laughed against the skin of my neck. The suddenness of the laugh caught me off guard. I broke contact with both sets of lips against my neck. Pierce’s eyes were slightly glassy, and I could see that the drink had finally gotten to him, but he wasn’t drunk. He didn’t give me too much time to think about it. He seemed relaxed and enjoying it so far. Soon, his lips were on mine. Lucas had moved his attention to pulling my bra down so that he could take my nipple into his mouth. I was glad at that point that kissing didn’t take much thought on my part, or I wouldn’t have known which guy to focus on. Pierce took over the kiss, and I allowed myself to follow the lead.
My left hand touched Lucas’s hair; I ran my fingers through it. He was doing such an amazing job with his tongue as it glided over the tip and around the edge of my nipple. He moaned into my breast, and the wonderful vibrations moved through my chest and down my body right to my core. He pulled away from my breast and used his hand to push me forward slightly. I broke the kiss with Pierce to remove the rest of my blouse. As Lucas unhooked my bra, the straps fell off my shoulders, and I pulled my arms out before throwing it to the floor. Lucas returned, briefly, to my breast before he decided to kiss his way down the side of my stomach. Every so often his warm tongue would lick and taste my skin, sending a burst of tingles across the area.
Pierce decided to take his turn on my other breast, and he took my taut peak into his masterful mouth. Lucas was at my waist and immediately unzipped my skirt. He dropped onto the floor in front of me and pulled the skirt off. All I had on was a pair of panties. They were both still fully dressed, and it was oddly exhilarating being the only one naked.
Next I helped Lucas take off my panties and spread my legs farther apart. Both Pierce and I watched him as he looked at my pussy. Talk about feeling self-conscious all of a sudden. My nerves settled, however, when I saw him smile. He placed several kisses up along my inner thighs before finally leaning in toward my center. I was more than ready for him to do whatever he wanted to me. He inhaled the scent of my arousal and then placed a kiss on my clit. I swooned. He made it feel romantic, as if this was more than just sex. With that simply placed kiss, a rollercoaster of things started to slowly climb a peak of problems.
Pierce must have seen my emotional reaction to Lucas’s kiss because it was in that moment that he turned my face to look at him. He kissed me—hard. It was different from his other dominating kisses, however. I could feel his frustration as he took it out on my lips. I moved my hand to cup his cheek and moaned into the kiss as his right hand held my breast, massaging it rather roughly.
I bucked in surprise as Lucas’s mouth made contact just below my clit. His hot-tipped tongue moved along my slit and ghosted over my clit. I moaned this time for him and pulled away from Pierce. My hand returned to Lucas’s hair to encourage him—I yearned for more. Pierce returned his lips to my nipple as his other hand continued to massage my other breast. With pleasure flowing through my body at a rapid rate, I was suddenly moaning out one of the best orgasms I’d ever had. It took me a moment to catch my breath before I opened my eyes. I was met by the hungry stares of two very aroused men, who stood in front of me and slowly took off their clothes.
I took the time to look them both in the eyes, and I tried not to laugh as they both shimmied to nonexistent stripping music. Somehow the mood had lightened the tension between the two of them, and I no longer felt guilty about asking them to take part in this with me. I knew they weren’t going to end up touching or kissing each other like most of my personal fantasies involved, but I was okay with that.
Soon, they were both down to their briefs. I silently hoped there would be no jealously lurking again about their cocks. I was more worried about Pierce acting that way since he was the younger one. I wasn’t sure who to look at as they slid the last article of clothing down their legs.
I hadn’t seen Lucas yet, but I had a feeling if I didn’t look at Pierce he’d lose some of the confidence he’d been showing off, and I wanted him to enjoy the night, not resent it. I had a feeling Lucas wouldn’t care as much. So I focused my gaze on Pierce and he seemed to grow more confident. The night progressed nicely.
Now came the time for us to decide how the sex was going to work out. I didn’t want them double-teaming me. I knew if I did that it would require anal sex with one of them, and I was not prepared to do that yet. We decided on a position that would make both of them happy in the end.
All three of us were on the couch with me in the middle, and I lay across them both. Pierce took a moment to position his body comfortably on his hip with his condom-covered cock at my entrance.
I took Lucas’s cock in my hand. He was smaller length-wise than Pierce, but he made up for that in girth, which I surprisingly found appealing. Like Pierce, he was also circumcised. I moved my hand up and down his cock as Pierce pumped himself into me. I leaned my head against Lucas’s chest. He used his left hand to massage one of my breasts. He moaned when I ran my thumb over the tip. Pierce used the hand that wasn’t holding my leg up to rub his thumb lightly into my clit. I used the center of my palm to cup the head of Lucas’s cock and then used my fingers to pull up on it. With my other hand, I gripped the base and pumped my hand at the same time. He moaned as I kept the rhythm going.
I sighed as Pierce mas
saged my clit with his thumb and continued to thrust into me at a steady rate. I took my hand off the base and moved it to cup his sack; I wanted to see whether or not he liked to be touched there. He didn’t shy away from my touch, so I continued to try different things until I was able to fondle his sack and tease the tip in intervals. Soon, Lucas was bucking against my hand, and I knew he would come soon. I worked harder to get him off; it was erotic, being between the two of them. Soon, Lucas came into my hand and Pierce groaned from behind me as he also came.
For a moment after, there was a moment of awkward silence as they came down from their orgasms. Pierce pulled out of me. I sat up and looked at them both to see where this was going next. Lucas looked at me and then at Pierce; he licked his lips and looked back at me. He seemed hesitant before he said, “It was good . . . thanks.”
That was it? I didn’t even know how to respond; at the same time it felt as if he didn’t want that to be the end. He gathered his clothes and quickly put them on. “I’m going to go now, bye.”
As he left, I looked at Pierce. “Thanks for helping make that happen.”
“Of course, was it what you wanted?”
“For the most part.” I reached down and began gathering my clothes and putting them on. “I’ll see you Tuesday.” It had never been this weird for us. I wasn’t even sure why it was weird. It could have been Lucas or because we still hadn’t talked about what his plans were for going against our fathers. It wasn’t something I wanted to talk about in that moment.
I left his place and called for a cab. Something didn’t feel right though; I couldn’t shake that feeling of being watched. I looked around, but I didn’t see any paparazzi cameras flashing or anyone obviously looking at me. Still the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.