by Lynn Stark
As she drove back home, Maggie thought about how much fuller, how much richer, her life was becoming. Though she hadn’t needed a man in her life to make it complete, she knew she had now met the men who would complement what she had already.
After a quick dust and a sweep through the house, Maggie hurried to the room upstairs. It was a catch-all for everything. There were toys that needed to be donated, as well as some clothing. There was a spare bed under a cover, as well as boxes of assorted items, lamps, rolled up rugs, and shelves of books. She cleaned the room regularly, so there was no dust or cobwebs. She peeled back the cover on the bed and grabbed the mattress. It took some effort, but she got it downstairs and into the living room, dropping into the space where she had moved two chairs and a small table away from the wall. She then went for the one in her bedroom. This one was larger, and she was cursing as it went off balance and she got squished against a wall. But soon it was beside the other one. She tied the handles together, hoping it would help keep them from spreading apart, then stuffed folded towels in the gap. She covered them with a king-sized flat sheet, part of a set she had purchased on a whim when it was on sale, hoping she would one day get a larger bed. She put elastic bands around the excess fabric at the corners, tucking them beneath. Running back upstairs she grabbed four, extra-large, clear storage bags filled with colorful throw pillows. After arranging them at the head of the “bed” she went for the decorative pillows on her bed.
Once Maggie was finished with that, she raided the room again for the large pieces of fabric she had used to in a display for her pottery. She used them to add colorful splashes around the room. Going around the living room, she turned on two lamps, which threw just the right amount of light on the bed.
Since Maggie knew the guys like to bring wine, she got out the ice bucket and placed it on the coffee table, along with the glasses. She took a look around, feeling as if something was missing.
“Oh!”
Going to the kitchen cupboard, she reached to the top shelf and got down several fat white candles. She took them in the living room and placed them in the glass dish on a side table and lit them. The soft scent of vanilla soon filled the air.
Feeling she couldn’t do more to make the room more romantic, Maggie finally went to take a shower. She stripped off and tossed everything into the hamper. It took a moment for the water to heat up, but them she was ducking under, drenching her hair even as she reached for the raspberry-scented shampoo. Her men loved it. She would catch them leaning close just to sniff at her curls. Once they were caught they laughed and nuzzled, as they held her tight to their hard bodies.
It was the little things like that, which endeared the three men to her. They were very much alike, yet completely different in many ways. They each had a distinctive personality, of course. Sean was more of a contradiction. While he was the quietest, preferring to sit back and read a situation before he acted, he was also the boldest. Max came next. He was bold, charismatic, with a need to dominate. Ethan was endearingly brash at moments. He was playful, keeping the mood light as they interacted. It was as if he couldn’t help him from being a goof.
Looking forward to seeing the goof, Maggie dried off and used the diffuser on her hair so the curls would be soft and bouncy. The men loved her hair, which was a good thing. She had only had trims since they began dating. The ends were now below her shoulders. It was a wild, fiery mass. A shiver of anticipation swept over her as she imagined how they would shove their fingers into it as they made love to her, gripping it tightly as they sought their release.
Maggie opened the door to an antique lacquered cabinet with a giggle. Reaching in, she felt positively naughty as she took out the corset set and put it on, lacing it up the front. She had purchased it at Totally Discreet. It was black with emerald-green satin panels in the front. There was black lace around the edges. The cups were very sheer, showing off her nipples. The thong was black, just a scrap of fabric covering the mound of her sex. The “string” slid into the crease of her ass. She grimaced, but knew she wouldn’t be wearing it that long. Hopefully one of the men would end the torture. She turned toward the mirror to give her butt a critical examination, pleased how the thong enhanced the creamy curves. Satisfied, she remembered the thigh high stockings she had gotten to go along with the outfit. A minute later she was working them up her legs, smoothing them around her thighs.
Feeling her pussy getting wet just from the anticipation of what was to come when Max, Sean, and Ethan arrived, Maggie knew that there would be a lot of fireworks going off between them. Making love with her men couldn’t be anything less than explosive.
Taking a deep breath, she fluffed her hair and went to the closet for shoes. Though she had really wanted a pair of high, platform heels, she wasn’t foolish enough to think she could pull it off. Since an ankle packed in ice, or an emergency trip to the clinic, would be a real mood-killer, she had settled for a pair of sparkly black shoes with three-inch heels. They were sexy, but not deadly. They even had the cutest little bows on the backs.
Heading into the kitchen, Maggie glanced at the clock. There hadn’t been a set time for their arrival, but she guessed that they would be arriving soon, if their needs were as great as hers. Their sexual compatibility was another point in their favor. So far, they hadn’t tried something they didn’t like and they had tried a lot.
Giggling at the thought of hours of divine pleasure, Maggie looked around the living room, satisfied with what she had done. It would have to do. Her bed was too small and she wasn’t a person to visit motels. She grimaced, wishing the cabin was available. There had been a burst pipe, which had leaked and done considerable damage. Repairs would take time, as ceilings and floors had been damaged. It was such a shame. The amenities at the cabin had been wonderful.
Still, her efforts looked good. Kooky, but good. The whole room reflected her personality.
Biting her lip, glancing around, Maggie tried to think of what she might have forgotten. She cursed when she realized there was no music. Grabbing the control, she pressed the button for her favorite soft jazz station on the satellite radio.
As she was walking through the house to look around for any unnoticed clutter, an idea popped into her head. Maggie giggled again, something which seemed to becoming a habit, as she hurried into her bedroom. Ethan, Sean, and Max would likely show up at any time and she definitely wanted to be able to pull this prank on them. The moment of opportunity was perfect.
Twenty minutes later there was a knock on the front door. Then the bells jingled, obviously someone having pulled the rope her grandfather had installed. He had liked the sound of bells and she couldn’t blame him. The sound was much more pleasant than knuckles rapping on a wooden panel.
When the door opened and a woman appeared, Sean blinked twice and stared. He resisted the impulse to step back. The woman had a fuchsia scarf wrapped around her head, creamy white stuff smeared all over her face, a thick, purple chenille robe, and neon-green bunny slippers on her feet. Under the robe were huge boobs.
Sean heard Max and Ethan laughing behind him. “Uh, Maggie?”
A cute giggle was her response and he relaxed, his gaze going over her once more. She pushed the door open. “Come on in, guys. You don’t have to knock.”
“Are we too early?” Max asked as he walked through to the kitchen.
Ethan was standing in the middle of the living room, looking around. “Nice. You sure did do a lot. You should have waited to let us help moving those mattresses.” He stepped around Sean to put himself between them. “You sure are sexy, Maggie. That white stuff on your face is turning me on. And this…” He reached down to squeeze the padding she was wearing beneath the robe. “Very sexy. Something to hold onto.” With a hard pull, she was pressed against him.
Sean watched the two, his mouth twitching. Maggie sure was a character. They had always known it. She had always marched to the beat of a different drummer. There had been colorful, flowing dresses when
other girls were wearing jeans, and other, more conforming clothing. Hats were a favorite accessory, as were flowers, or decorative, jeweled clips in her magnificent dark auburn hair.
Maggie had made a huge impression on Ethan, Max, and him. Then and now. There were times when Sean couldn’t quite believe that she had given them the time of day, let alone anything else. In his mind, she was still the cool girl, while they were still major goobers.
But Maggie seemed to like goobers now. In fact, she seemed to be delighted when they did or said something that was brilliantly stupid, while they cringed and hoped the moment would pass without any of them dying from embarrassment.
They watched Maggie leave the living room, laughing as she swayed her padded bottom dramatically to and fro. Once she disappeared down the hallway, they went into the kitchen and emptied two of the bags. They found a pretty bowl to pour the chocolates into and placed the bottle of wine in the ice bucket on the coffee table. Sean and Max tucked away the other two bags, stopping E when he tried to get them.
“Not yet. Don’t take all the fun out of the surprises. Now, go sit down before you get into trouble.”
Sean locked the front door and closed the drapes tightly, checking for gaps. It wouldn’t be good if they shocked an unexpected visitor and they were planning on some shocking behavior, he thought with a chuckle as he turned around.
His jaw dropped as he did so. Maggie was standing there between the kitchen and living room, now completely transformed. His gaze swept over the dark red curls, the creamy shoulders, the plumpness of her breasts pushed up by the cups of the corset, and the corset itself, enhancing her waist and the curve of her hips. His mouth watered. He couldn’t decide what he liked more, the way her nipples puckered against the sheer fabric covering them, or the black thong which was barely hiding anything at all.
And the thigh-high stockings with their lace tops hugging her shapely flesh were enough to send him over the edge, from desire to burning lust. The woman he loved was turning him into a man willing to commit himself to a lifetime of desiring her.
With his gaze on the laced front of the corset, Sean crossed the room and reached for the end of the lace. He gave it a little tug, pulling it out of its neat bow. “I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman,” he told her, his tongue feeling thick with the emotions he was experiencing. “We have never met a more desirable woman.” He pulled the laces from the eyelets, the abundant flesh of her breasts pushing to be free. Freckles begged to be kissed and licked. His mouth watered as he imagined doing just that. He now understood Max’s fascination with them.
E moved to stand behind her, his hands sliding around and over her hips, the tips of his fingers caressing the tops of her thighs, so very close to the satin strings holding the thong in place. Max moved to stand beside them. He leaned close, nuzzling the mass of fiery curls, his fingers wrapping the long strands around until he was holding them tight in his fists. Maggie didn’t seem to mind. The small moan was a clue as to how much Max’s subtly aggressive action excited her. Her green eyes darkened, glowing like emeralds in her beautiful face.
Sean was looking forward to the hours they would spend pleasuring one another. If the room was yet another indicator of how Maggie felt about her time with them, she was more than willing to be adventurous.
As Ethan slid his fingers beneath the scrap of black fabric covering Maggie’s plump mound, and Max lifted a full breast from its hiding place, Sean lowered his head so he could capture the pouty, reddish-pink lips that were parted in breathy anticipation.
Sean groaned as he captured Maggie’s mouth and kissed her until she was writhing against him. Their tongues stroked against one another, dancing and dueling, drawing out moans from them both. Fire flared between them. Their bodies burned wherever they touched. Hands roamed freely, on a quest to find the most sensitive spots.
The ridge of his throbbing cock pressed against Maggie’s softer flesh.
Maggie’s hands slid from Sean’s shoulders to his chest, where she began unbuttoning his shirt as she nipped his lower lip with pearly white teeth. Sean groaned and recaptured her mouth, ravaging it, his tongue plunging to roughly caress hers.
Sean felt a large, hard body pressed against him. His shirt was pulled back off his shoulders, momentarily trapping his arms. A warm mouth began kissing him across his shoulders, making this balls tighten as pleasure rippled through him. The scrape of a new growth of beard brushed over skin becoming more sensitive by the second. Max’s beard began growing back in almost as soon as he shaved it off. He would shave first thing in the morning and by the end of a sweaty, dusty day he had the appearance of a dangerous desperado. It was sexy as hell and on more than one occasion that character joined them in bed, tying Sean and Ethan to the bed before using them for his enjoyment, as well as theirs. They had done a lot of role playing over the years. It was fun and he hoped Maggie would like to participate in their games. She showed signs of being willing to do so. Maggie was just a fun kind of person, in bed and out.
Moaning as slender fingers worked his belt free, and then attacked the button of his jeans, his breath caught in his throat. Those deft fingers then grasped the tab and slid his zipper down. Sean’s cock twitched in anticipation. He didn’t have to wait long for Maggie to wrestle his turgid flesh from his jeans.
Pleasure washed over Sean as her fingers wrapped around it and she began stroking slowly from base to tip, her thumb sweeping over the head. He groaned, his hips thrusting forward into her fist. Giving her lower lip one last nip, he raised his head to look at her. She gave him a saucy wink before dropping to her knees and taking the head of his cock between kiss-swollen lips.
Sean was only vaguely aware of Ethan stripping off his clothes and tossing them aside, over a chair draped with purple silk. Between Maggie’s enthusiastic sucking down the length of his cock, and Max biting his neck and pinching his nipples, he was rapidly approaching the end of his control. His knees shook, the base of his spine tingled. He groaned, his head falling back against Max’s shoulder, as a soft hand cupped his balls, to stroke and gently pull on them. The moist heat of Max’s breath caressed his ear and cheek. Strong teeth tugged on his earlobe, distracting him momentarily from the tongue licking the head of his cock.
“Let’s get more comfortable,” Max said roughly against his neck.
Sean was plenty comfortable. One lover was holding him tightly to his body. Another was now taking his cock to the back of her throat. Could it get better?
Maggie released him, her lips popping as she sat back and looked up at him with a grin. Max pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the side. Sean sat down on a nearby leather ottoman to pull off his boots. Then he stood to remove his jeans and underwear. He watched as Maggie crawled up the mattress, admiring her shapely ass. The thong did magical things, enhancing the curves they loved so much. His gaze dropped to her pussy, covered in black silk, tucked neatly between her thighs.
Once she reached the bank of pillows, Maggie turned to lean against them. There was a smile on her face and an invitation in her green eyes. Long lashes dipped seductively as she ran the tip of her tongue over her upper lip, in a classic teasing move.
Sean’s cock twitched. It was still wet from her ministrations. As much as he wanted to feel Maggie’s mouth sealed around his cock again, he and Max had made plans.
Knowing she enjoyed watching as they made love to one another, he and Max were going to fuck Ethan into tomorrow for her enjoyment. It wouldn’t be a hardship for them. Well, they would have to wait to make love to her, but it would be worth the wait. There was a lot of fire just under the woman’s sexy surface. They wanted to add fuel to the fire.
Max began undressing as Sean stood up, his clothes now piled on top of his boots. Sean looked at E. He looked as if he was about to join Maggie on the bed. When Ethan looked at him, Sean shook his head. He pushed the ottoman over to the end of the mattresses. “Get your ass over this,” he told E. As Ethan followed his instructions, looking m
ore happy than concerned, Max got the bags out. He reached into one and pulled out handcuffs. Ethan took one look, laughed, and then bent over the ottoman. Since he was tall, his ass was in the air as his head and chest rested on it.
Sean nearly swallowed his tongue as he saw the butt plug between Ethan’s rounded ass cheeks. “When did you sneak that in?” he asked with a chuckle, leaning down to wiggle it.
Ethan moaned. “I’ll never tell.” He put his arms behind his back. Max locked his wrists together with the handcuffs, causing him to moan again. Sean found a condom and rolled it down the length of his cock.
“I think he needs to be blindfolded,” Maggie suggested cheerfully. “Should I get a scarf?”
“I have a blindfold,” Max told her as he crouched in front of Ethan. The black leather blindfold they had purchased at Totally Discreet was in his hands. It only took a moment to place it around E’s head. “Just relax and enjoy.”
“Oh, nice,” Maggie complimented. “I think I need some of that wine. This is getting interesting.”
Max poured a glass of wine and handed it to her. He had to clear his throat twice to get her attention, which seemed to be fixed to Max’s cock. Both Sean and Max laughed as she blushed adorably and took the wine.
She took a rather lengthy sip before leaning back and sighing. “You guys are every woman’s wet dream. How did I get so lucky?”
“I don’t think luck had much to do with it,” Ethan told her. “We took advantage of you when you were least expecting it.”
Maggie laughed. “That’s true enough. And are you supposed to be talking?” she asked him, taking another sip of wine. Sean’s gaze watched as she pulled the ribbon laces from two more eyelets. Her magnificent breasts were all but bursting out. “I don’t think he should be talking.”
“No, he’s not,” Sean said as he took the bottle of lube Max handed him and popped the lid back with his thumb.
He played with the butt plug with his other hand, pulling and pushing it, wiggling it until E was squirming and thrusting his ass back in an open invitation. Max held up the ball gag and grinned, holding a finger to his lips. He and Sean grinned at one another while Maggie giggled. Sean removed the plug and set it aside as Max gently opened Ethan’s mouth and placed the gag between his teeth. Sean poured a generous amount of lube on his fingers and over the twitching asshole. A moment later he was pushing two fingers into him, watching as E’s ass sucked them in, the silky channel clinging to his fingers, even with the slick on them. Though his lover was obviously stretched, Sean took pleasure in reassuring himself that the man was ready for him, adding a third finger, then a fourth.