“A quickie? I guess we could do that.”
“Good, because I don’t think Morgan and I could wait patiently for such a delicious meal unless something equally delicious was distracting us.”
Xonra laughed. These two men were the most enticing people she’d ever seen and so sweet and helpful as well. Already she couldn’t imagine not having them in her life, even if their housing situation was a massive headache right now.
Then Glenn kissed her and she completely lost the ability to think at all. They’d been together for several months already. She should have been used to the way his lips so gently, yet so compellingly, drugged her with his kisses. But apparently not. She leaned in closer to him, pressing her aching breasts to his rock-hard chest, and enjoyed the way his tongue searched every crevice of her mouth and then began a slow, enticing drumbeat in and out of it.
Xonra sucked his tongue herself. Otherwise she might melt into a puddle of lust in the hallway. She pulled back a bit and said, “Wow. You’ve made my knees all wobbly. If we’re going to make it to the bedroom and Morgan, we’d better wait up for a moment.”
“Wobbly knees huh? I can fix that problem.” Glenn scooped her up into his arms and carried her to their bedroom. Morgan was already there, pulling the bedding down. Glenn sat her on the end of the bed and reached for her jacket, but she brushed his hands away.
Xonra laughed. “No, thank you. I don’t want the buttons ripped off my shirt today. Why don’t you undress yourself and I’ll do myself?”
“Spoilsport.” But he was grinning at her.
The first time she’d watched the two men rip each other’s shirts off with buttons flying everywhere, she’d thought it was kind of cute. But after sewing buttons back onto her own shirts several times she wasn’t laughing anymore. Not that she didn’t appreciate their need for her. She did. I guess I’m just a boring person. Or maybe too lazy to want to sew buttons on and too cheap to just throw away a perfectly nice shirt.
She opened the nightstand drawer and riffled through a giant box of condoms until she found two green ones. When Glenn climbed over her body she handed him one.
He stroked her fingers. “To match your nail polish?” he asked.
“Exactly. I like my men color-coordinated.”
“What’s that color called?” asked Morgan, accepting his green condom and grabbing the lube before sitting on the bed behind Glenn.
“Frog Prince.”
“Ribbit,” he joked and Xonra laughed. That was another thing she loved. No matter what happened, their playful good humor always made her smile.
Glenn slid his cock into her cunt and then braced himself over her body with his weight on his knees and elbows.
Morgan slapped Glenn’s ass, then bent down behind Glenn, and Xonra pictured him opening Glenn’s ass, preparing him for sex.
When one of the men fucked the other, she found the triad just as exciting as when they both fucked her. The sensations of two men inside her, stretching her as wide as she could go, were more intense, but she loved the way they pumped one into the other and the other into her in perfect unison. That was mighty erotic as well. She could feel every move they both made, whichever way they fucked.
She brushed her fingers through Glenn’s dark hair, lightly stroking the few places where the first gray strands were appearing above his temples. They made him look wiser, more distinctive.
“Do you think I should touch up my roots like women do?” he asked her.
“Hell no. They make you look like an elder statesman. CEO material.”
He bent his head and sucked her nipple. Xonra shivered with happiness. “Damn, you do that well.”
“What about this? Do we do this well, too?” asked Morgan, pushing his cock into Glenn’s ass.
Xonra held her breath and experienced double penetration through Glenn. Glenn’s cock in her cunt was still, but his muscles tensed as she held his shoulders and his mouth puffed warm air on her neck now. She could tell how slowly and carefully Morgan was entering Glenn, and how much they were both enjoying these few moments of preparing for the main event.
Morgan’s body straddled Glenn’s, both of them carefully taking their weight themselves so Xonra had all the carnality of two hard male bodies lying over her, with very little of their heavy weight. They were always completely considerate of her. She loved their harshness and extreme masculinity, but even more she loved that they could be so sensitive and delicate with her, treating her like a precious piece of porcelain to show her they cared. Being able to do both proved to her they truly loved her and wanted her to be happy.
Glenn withdrew from her cunt, and the two men braced themselves as Glenn slowly pushed into her. She moved one hand to Morgan’s shoulder, wanting the complete union of the three of them as a triad. Now she could feel him pushing into Glenn as Glenn penetrated her. Hot damn, that was erotic!
Xonra stroked her hands over tense shoulders, muscular thighs, sleek sides, and then threaded her fingers through their hair. Glenn’s hair was so dark and Morgan’s was a much lighter dirty blond. Glenn’s chocolate-brown eyes gazed into her face, sending shivers of lust through her body. Over Glenn’s shoulder, Morgan’s pale blue eyes were just as lust-filled as hers and Glenn’s.
Xonra loved the contrasts between them all. Right now Glenn’s tanned body covered her torso, but Morgan’s leaner, paler arms were braced over both her and Glenn. She wiggled her right foot, easily identifying Glenn’s hairier, more muscular leg and Morgan’s leaner, more sinewy one.
And all the while, Morgan drove in and out of Glenn’s ass with the same mesmerizing beat as Glenn fucked her cunt. In and out, again and again, their hips pumping, their bodies driving forward and back, their sweat starting to bead on their faces and shoulders.
Xonra scraped a green fingernail along Glenn’s shoulder, spreading the dampness up onto his neck. She collected a little drop of his perspiration on her nail and rubbed it gently onto Morgan’s arm, uniting them even further in their time together. Following up the theme of linking them together, she wrapped her left foot over both their legs, loving the feel of their coarser, hairier, more solid limbs against her softer skin.
Her heart pounded with love for these two men who were everything she’d ever dreamed of in a partner—times two. They were kind and considerate, bossy at times but never domineering, and loads of fun to relax with. Not to mention the sexiest men she’d ever met.
Deliberately, Xonra dug her nipples into Glenn’s chest. Her breasts were full and aching, demanding more right now. Slowly, she smoothed her palm up and down Morgan’s side as the rhythmic pumping got faster, and the orgasm building deep inside her grew tighter and more all-consuming. Soon she wouldn’t be able to think or act anymore. Soon, all she’d be able to focus on was her need to come.
“I love you both,” she whispered, gripping Glenn’s cock with her cunt muscles and kissing Morgan’s arm.
“Love you, too,” gasped Glenn, pulling out of her and slamming back in.
Morgan groaned and picked up the pace. Both men jackhammered their hips until the bed was rocking and Xonra’s body exploded into a massive orgasm. She continued to grab hold of Glenn’s shoulder and Morgan’s arm as her body shivered and shook. Both men paused briefly, then slammed forward again, once, twice, and then dropped limply back onto the bed.
Xonra felt the blast of heat in her cunt that told her Glenn had filled his green condom. The way Glenn’s body shook, and the tension in Morgan’s arms, told her just as clearly that Morgan had come too. For a few brief moments both men leaned heavily over her body, completely covering her and making her feel totally cherished and possessed, and then they all rolled sideways.
That was another sign of their deep consideration for her. They were so caring all the time, even when likely they just wanted to slump and enjoy their own orgasms.
Morgan kissed her and Glenn, and then said, “Come on you two. Time for a shower and by then the pot roast will be ready to eat.”
Xonra laughed. “The ever practical Morgan.”
Glenn tugged her upright. “Hey, let’s not waste a perfectly good meal.”
Xonra dropped back down onto the bed and laughed as they rushed into the bathroom. These were her men and she loved them so much.
* * * *
Glenn set the table and made them all coffee, while Morgan served their meal.
“Damn that smells good. I’m starving.” He kissed Morgan as he turned around from the counter.
“Meat. The main ingredient in a man’s meal,” he said loudly to tease Xonra who was just entering the kitchen. The woman would live on soup and yogurt if they let her.
She just shook her head at him and soon they were all eating the most tender beef he’d tasted in a long time.
He was aware Morgan had something to tell them, but he wasn’t going to rush his best friend and lover. The meal was worthy of respect, and besides, he enjoyed sitting and relaxing with his family. They all worked so hard and had so many other things to complicate their days that being together like this was very special.
“I love it when the three of us can relax like this,” he said, reaching for their hands and holding them tightly.
“Yes, I do, too. I wish we could organize how we can be together all the time. This in-between stage is annoying,” said Xonra.
Morgan jumped up from the table. “Let me go get my laptop. I worked out a solution for us today.”
Glenn stared at Morgan’s back as he left the room. Personally, he’d spent hours and hours trying to decide what to do, and the only solution he could find was for all of them to terminate their leases and together to find a new apartment for the three of them that fit all their requirements. And that wasn’t going to be easy.
He and Xonra moved their chairs so they could all see Morgan’s laptop and Morgan walked them through the new apartment design. All the weird lines for ceilings and measurements threw Glenn off at first, but after a while he understood, and then Morgan showed him the mock-up design for the kitchen in Xonra’s apartment with the appliances all colored in, and suddenly he could see the vision clearly.
“That’s awesome, Morgan. Absolutely brilliant.”
“Hell, yes. It really will work for all of us,” said Xonra, kissing Morgan.
“Hey, what about me?” Glenn teased her. Obediently she turned and kissed him.
Glenn leaned back in his chair, trying to think of what would happen next. “I suppose we have to get kitchen renovation companies to quote for the work now. And choose the appliances we want to install. And then the room will need repainting and retiling. How long will that all take? When can we be together properly?”
“I expect that’ll depend on the renovation company, But most companies will paint and tile as well as doing the cabinet making and joinery, I think,” said Xonra.
Glenn shivered. It was exciting. It made them a real family at last. A family with a home of their own to maintain and improve but—
“Wait, Xonra, are you sure you can make changes in your apartment? Some places won’t even let the tenant hang up pictures on the wall.”
“That’s not the case with my apartment. I couldn’t live in one of those places where the tenant has to call maintenance every time they want to change something. I can do whatever I like inside my apartment, with the proviso that when I leave, if the management deems it not up to standard, I have to pay to undo the changes. I can’t imagine them ripping out a brand new kitchen.”
“Nor can I. Anyway, once we get it done, we plan to stay there for a long time, so it’s all okay,” added Morgan.
Glenn relaxed again. It was good. Amazingly good. Finally, they were starting to untangle some of the knots preventing them from being together like a real family.
Xonra stood up and walked into the hallway, coming back with her purse. Glenn just stared at her, completely confused as to why she wanted her purse right now. She riffled through it and began lifting out the tiny bottles of nail polish and lining them up on the table. Glenn touched some of the colors. Blue and purple, bright pink, pale pink, deep red.
“Aha,” she said taking out one that was clear. He looked at the bottle as she tipped all the other colors back into her purse. The label said, “Clearly Speeding” which told him nothing.
“Is that some kind of cover coat to go on after the color?” asked Morgan, apparently just as bemused by her actions as he was.
“It can be used like that or for someone who wants their nails to look shiny but not with a color on them. I use it for my keyboard.”
“Huh? Your keyboard?” Glenn just stared at her.
She pulled Morgan’s laptop closer to her and uncapped the bottle of nail polish.
“What are you doing?” asked Morgan, worry in his voice.
“See the O and the N?”
“What?” He stared at Morgan, who was looking just as confused as he was.
“Some of the letters on your keyboard are getting worn off.”
Expertly, she dabbed the clear nail polish onto various keys on the keyboard of the laptop.
“Nail polish will put a coating on the keys so the letters won’t wear off as fast.”
Busily, she dabbed the polish on each letter, then the numbers and number pad, and finally the function keys.
“Just give it a minute to dry and you’re good to go.”
Glenn stared at the stunned look on Morgan’s face and laughed. Checking Xonra had recapped the bottle, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her properly. “Damn it, woman, you’re a wonder. Our lives were dull and boring until you came into them.”
Morgan stepped up behind their chairs and bent to kiss her as well.
“Thank you for rescuing my keyboard. With you in our lives, we’ll never be bored ever again, that’s for sure.”
* * * *
A month later, on a Saturday, they were all crammed into the cab of a U-Haul truck delivering a mountain of boxes of stuff to Ernie and his friends. Ernie was the boy who’d come and told one of Xonra’s staff what Jeremiah J. Curlin had been doing at Berisford Village. Now Ernie’s mom and half a dozen other older women had moved away from the farm where they’d been sent once they were deemed too old to work at the village, and had set up house in a communal living arrangement.
Since they’d all had very little money or possessions and had been used to living together, it was a smart way of maximizing their support base while minimizing their expenses, Morgan thought.
“I hope they don’t think we’re showing off, giving them our used things we no longer want,” said Xonra.
Glenn was driving so Morgan gave her a hug. “I don’t think so. Likely they can throw away what they don’t want. But I expect they’ll be happy to have more kitchen equipment and more linen.”
“And we know they’re looking forward to having the dining table, chairs and sofa. Ernie said the kids had to sit on the floor because there weren’t enough chairs,” said Glenn.
Morgan squeezed Xonra. “I still find it hard to believe what that bastard was doing to those people. I’m so glad Ernie had the courage to tell Chloe what was going on.”
Glenn bumped up the dirt track to the huge old house where the Berisford Village people now lived.
Morgan jumped down from the truck and went around to the back to open the door. A swarm of teenage boys, younger children, and women in their thirties and forties came out of the house to carry everything inside. Morgan was kept busy unpacking the truck and then helping carry the heavier things inside.
The old building was sparkling clean and smelled really nice from the scent of baking bread. His mouth watered, but he wasn’t going to say anything. These people had suffered. Now they were free but for years they’d worked damn hard for nothing. At least now they got to keep or sell what they made.
Xonra was talking to some of the women in the kitchen and Morgan leaned against the doorjamb to listen in once he’d finished unloading the truck.
“All the children go to school now. To a real school,” a woman said.
“We’re catching up to the other kids, too. They do all sorts of subjects we hadn’t learned, but we’re all smarter than them and learn twice as fast.”
Morgan hid a smile at the boy’s bragging. He wasn’t prepared to say whether or not these kids were smarter than regular children, but he was sure they’d all work hard and have the determination to succeed. After what they’d come through and survived, he guessed they were all filled with determination to move on.
“How is your catering business going?” Xonra asked the women.
“We have an electric beater, and don’t have to milk cows or churn butter. We bake our bead from flour, not from a packet mix, and our lunches sell really well,” said Ernie’s mom.
“Homemade will always be popular. It always tastes better,” he said, smiling at the woman.
The women showed Xonra their latest inventions and Morgan’s mouth filled with saliva at the various different foods and delightful smells of cooking. But there was no way he’d let them know he was hungry. Cooking was now their livelihood and he hoped they were successful. They truly deserved it. At least they were happy now. They were laughing and smiling, and the children ran around playing.
Likely their lives weren’t perfect and they’d still be adjusting to freedom after years of forced labor, but they appeared happy and healthy, and best of all, they were free now to make new lives of their own choice. That took a real worry from his mind and he knew it would make Xonra feel happy, too. They’d all been incredibly worried about how these people who’d suffered so much would manage in the outside world.
The women insisted on giving them a loaf of fresh-baked bread, and a pastry roll filled with fresh-cooked vegetables. It was going to be torture waiting until they were home to eat them.
As they drove away from the home, Xonra leaned back against him and Glenn and sighed contentedly. “That was so wonderful to see. I’m really glad they’re settled and happy.”
“And soon we will be, too. The kitchen renovation work starts Monday and it’s only going to take two weeks. In three weeks we’ll be all settled into our very own happily ever after,” said Glenn.
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