Chapter 4 – Belinda
I was at home cleaning the bathroom. It was a thankless job and I dropped the entire bottle of cleaner right in the toilet…twice. I was so pissed off as I cleaned off the bottle, I realized I hadn’t gotten laid in weeks. Not since that most memorable night.
“Maybe you need to hit the club, girl!” I said aloud to myself, looking in the mirror. “Get your dance on and find some young stud to take you home!”
Then the reality of that thought set in. Getting all dolled up and throwing myself at hot guys until I found one, that didn’t sound too stupid but it also didn’t sound like the best plan for someone my age. That sounded like the plan of a 20 year-old. I was past that now. That one night of unapologetic passion with three men had changed me. I was different.
After a night like that, how could I settle for regular sex? I needed something bold and crazy. That night I felt liberated and free. Every one of my sexual desires was filled. How could I go back to just “normal” sex? I suddenly understood why guys’ taste in porn got crazier and crazier the longer they looked at it. Once you upped the ante, it was hard to go back.
Abandoning the bathroom half way through cleaning, I searched the house for a bottle of wine. All I could find was some cooking sherry, which I didn’t really like. I poured a small glass and sat on the couch. I had earned a break after scrubbing down my bathroom.
I thought back on some of my past relationships. Most of them were with boys, not men. Those men, well, they were great but there was always something missing. If only I could pick the best elements of the men I dated and had them when I wanted. There was Todd, who was hunky, but kind of a bore to talk to. There was Richard, who had a kind of animal attraction, but couldn’t keep a job. Then there was Gregor, who was hunky and stable, but just so boring in the bedroom.
But all the best elements of three guys, that’s kind of like what Christmas was like that night. Theo, the suave and debonair type, Miles, the funny and silly type and Franklin, the manly boss of it all. If Mandy could have Carl and Clayton, why couldn’t I have Franklin, Miles and Theo. The three of them combined made the perfect man. Was it so wrong to want it all?
No. That was crazy talk. It would be totally unfair to them. Right? But the sex...the sex was amazing though.
I set my drink down and laid back on the couch. I remember lying naked on Franklin’s bed. It turned me on just thinking about it! Leaving on my shoes as I got fucked. No wonder they called them “Fuck Me Pumps”!
Touching my nipples, I remembered the boys playing with them, holding them, squeezing them and sucking them. My nipples got hard instantly just thinking about it. I rubbed my own breasts and loosened my clothes a bit. I was wearing a loose fitting bra and a collared shirt I had just tied at the bottom. Since I was just cleaning around the house, all I was wearing was a thong.
I touched myself on the outside of the thong thinking of Franklin and the boys. Their cocks were so good. So perfect. Their own special styles of fucking were so awesome. Theo’s enthusiasm as he just plowed right in, no waiting, just bang. His speed really loosened me up and made me wet. I was getting wet just reliving it.
Then there was Miles. He knew what he was doing. Miles teased, changed his rate of thrust. It made him totally unpredictable and exciting. Plus he came like a man who just got out of prison.
Then finally, Franklin, what could I say? That massive member stretched me. I couldn’t walk for a week. I had to over extend my jaw just to suck it. Damn! What a cock! Just thinking about it made me wet.
I could feel the wetness through my thong and stuck my fingers inside. So moist, so hot. I put my fingers in and tried to reenact the Christmas sex. I inserted one finger, then two and then three. Yes, three was good!
I pulled off my shirt and with my other hand, pulled my breasts out of my bra. My nipples were standing tall. I tweaked them and rubbed them, while playing with my pussy. I imagined the boys kissing and licking down there. Their rough, masculine faces between my legs made me tingle.
As I plunged my hand in and out of my pussy, I imagined the strong arms of the boys lifting me up. They lifted up my legs and I did so on the couch. Yes! That was better. I went deeper inside myself just like they did!
I imagined their cocks deep within me. One in my pussy and one in my mouth. What if, I also had one in my ass? Oh, God, that would be hot. Stuffed beyond belief with Franklin, that’s for sure! I put my fingers in my mouth to taste my own juices. God, I wish I had the boys to taste. The taste of their cocks and balls on my lips. The smell of their manhood was intoxicating.
As I rubbed my clit, I felt my orgasm begin to build. It was harder by myself, but easier when I thought about all the sex. Franklin filling me up and stretching me out was so unbelievable. I came hard, uncontrollably. I trembled on the couch, my juices squirting from such an intense orgasm. It left me sated, but not as satisfied as that night.
I thought to myself, “Did I throw away a perfectly good thing that night?” They look so disappointed when I said it was only for one night. I thought it was the alcohol talking, but they seemed into it. I just ended it. What a fool I was. Maybe I could call them and get them back together. I could stage some kind of party here and lure them here? No, that wouldn’t work. Ugh! You’re so stupid sometimes, Belinda!
Then the doorbell rang. I scrambled to grab a bathrobe and double checked to make sure my curtains were already closed. When I got to the door, behind it was a delivery man.
“Roses for Belinda,” he announced. “Just sign here, ma’am.”
“Who are these from?” I asked.
“I believe there is a note,” he explained.
“Thank you.”
I took the flowers and opened the envelope with the note.
“Dear Belinda, It’s been weeks, but I cannot forget that magical Christmas night. I miss you and want to see you again. Please say yes? Love, Theo.”
Wow, this was big. Could I see Theo on my own? Would that be fair to the other guys? He did make the first move. Seems like the other guys were free to do so, too. I sent them mixed signals though. Why is it so hard to choose what I want?
I ran myself a bath and got into the tub. Relaxing helped me think. Unfortunately, all I could think about was fucking Theo. My hand went down into my nether regions again. I imagined his lanky body above mine, thrusting into me like a jackrabbit. Again and again, I orgasmed in my fantasy and in the water. He knew how to eat pussy, too, that Theo. His warm tongue had swirled around my insides in a glorious way. How could I say no to that?
About an hour later, just as I got dressed, the doorbell rang again. I hadn’t made up my mind, but I assumed it was Theo. When I opened the door, it was another delivery guy. This time, he held an edible arrangement.
“Package for Belinda,” said the delivery man.
“Who is this one from?” I asked.
“Gotta read the card,” he explained.
I signed for the package and took the arrangement inside. How in the hell was I supposed to eat all this fruit?! There’s enough here for like six people! I picked up the envelope and read the note.
“Hey, Belinda! Miles here! I have sweet memories of you, so I sent you something sweet. I know you watch your figure, so I wanted it to be healthy. Now that I look at it, oh dear, seems a bit much. Perhaps we could eat it together?”
This was a disaster. Now Miles too. At the same time? Oh, no! Which one do I choose? With Theo, it would’ve been easy, but I can’t cut out Miles. He made a move on the same day. Plus, it was me who drove them all away. This is a disaster.
Maybe I could date Miles and Theo? No, that would be terribly unfair to Franklin. I can’t date either of them. That’s the only fair thing.
I poured myself another glass of sherry. Only alcohol could figure this out. In my kitchen, I thought of Miles. He was fun and he definitely knew how to fuck. He really knew how to tease and get me all warmed up. I got wet just thinking about him. Then I touched myself again. I slipped a finger inside myself again, I couldn’t help it.
Within minutes, I found myself on the floor masturbating to that night again and Miles penetrating me.
“Fuck me, Miles! Fuck me!” I muttered under my breath.
Once again, I came. My sex drive was just unhinged. I had to see Miles again too. I changed again, cleaned up the kitchen and prepared to leave. To do--- I don’t know what. Before I got out the door, the doorbell rang again.
Now I was beginning to suspect something was up. Behind the door was a limo driver.
“Good evening, ma’am,” he said courteously. “I’ve been told to deliver this to you.”
It was a note from Franklin. What a relief. It was obvious by now that they were all in on it.
“Belinda,” said the note. “I don’t want to mince words. I want you back and so does Miles and Theo. We don’t care what the world thinks, we only want a chance to make you happy. Get into the limo and it will bring you to the hotel for a weekend with us. There are no strings attached, but we’d like the opportunity to show you a good time. If you walk away on Valentine’s Day Sunday, that’s still fine. You don’t have to bring anything, we’ll make sure you have everything at the hotel.”
“Is this for real?” I said, mildly in awe to the limo driver.
“Yes, ma’am. Whenever you’re ready,” said the driver.
“I’ll grab my purse,” I replied.
I went back into the house thinking to myself. Could this work? How could three guys and me all work in a relationship? I wasn’t sure, but I was sure that Christmas was the best time I ever had. What did I have to lose? Worst case scenario, I’d have one more earth shattering, sexual experience to remember.
I grabbed my makeup bag, purse and the edible arrangement. No sense letting that go bad in the fridge.
“C’mon, driver,” I said exiting my front door and locking it. “Let’s go to the hotel. Which one is it?”
“Oh, that’s a surprise,” smiled the driver.
These guys know me too well already. I love surprises. This was going to be fun.