Stacey had met Reese at the restaurant where she waitressed. She could not believe the large man had seen her. She knew she was pretty; hell, there had been a number of men over the years who had told her so, but Reese had been different. He had come back every night for the two weeks he had been in town on business, with the express desire to see her, her plumpness seeming to not matter to him, as it had to many men in her past. She knew she had extra kilo’s on the clock, which had been a problem most of her life, yet it had not seemed to bother him, in fact, it seemed to turn him on. She had finally agreed to go on a date, and the rest, as they say, is history; married within six weeks, back from their four week honeymoon, and on her way to a new life.
Here she was now, she reflected, sitting next to him in his truck, driving down the dirt road on the last legs of their journey before reaching the ranch. She felt hot and tired, and looked forward to something cool to drink and a bed to lie on. The seven hours’ drive from Galveston seemed to take forever. Looking at her new husband, she thought herself blessed. He was tall, with chiseled features, and lean, the way she liked her men. Reese looked over her way, gave her a smile, and squeezed her hand.
“We’re almost there, honey, almost home.”
Stacey felt her heart skip a beat. He was hot! Hot and sexy, and amazing in bed! The type of guy who could make her forget all her fantasies…almost.
Rounding the last bend, the ranch house came into view. It was built along the lines of a typical ranchero house; long, stuccoed, with smaller windows and arches. It suited its setting beautifully, looking down a low hill towards a slow moving river at the bottom. The land was dotted with cows, and a large corral to the side of the house held some horses, with a few foals. Seeing her attention was drawn to the horses, Reese stopped the vehicle for a few minutes, allowing her some time to admire them.
“Those are quarter horses,” he said. “We breed and train them. Do you ride?”
Stacey shook her head. “Nope, never had the opportunity to learn how.”
“Maybe you’ll get your chance to learn how to now, huh?”
She nodded enthusiastically. “I sure would like that!”
Reese smiled, gunned the engine, and drove up to the house.
Grabbing all she owned, two suitcases, he motioned her towards the house, where he dropped the luggage, opened the door, and swept her off her feet and over the threshold. “Welcome home, Mrs. Matthews.”
She squealed. “Put me down! You’ll put your back out!”
Reese looked down into the face of the laughing woman and leaned in to kiss her briefly.
“Nope, if I can rustle a cow, madam, I can lug you around!”
He raced down the hall with her still in his arms and into a large bedroom with a four-poster bed onto which he unceremoniously dumped her, her long dark hair flying around, and her large brown eyes laughing up at him.
“Reese!”
“Stacey!” he mimicked, before unceremoniously pulling off his boots one at a time, keeping his balance while hopping around on one foot at a time. “Come on, girl, I want you to myself, before my bro gets back!”
“Well now, cowboy, why don’t you do something about it?”
“Ah, I plan on it!” Reese shut the door and walked towards the bed, his body taking on a mock-menacing stance. “I’m gonna take you and fuck you, darlin’, till you scream my name!”
He pounced on the giggling woman and made short measure of undressing her, blowing raspberries on any skin available, tipping Stacey’s giggling fit into one of full blown laughter. “Stop it, please, oh please stop it, Reese. No more!”
“Gonna behave like a good wife?”
Stacey nodded her head, and lifted her arms out to her new husband.
“Don’t I always?”
Undressing the rest of her, he looked her over, from top to bottom.
“Honey, you have one hell of a body,” he kissed her collarbone, “and I aim to explore each little itty bit of it,” he kissed her soft stomach, “to my heart’s content,” he finally zoomed in on her pussy, pulling the lips apart to get better access to her clit. His tongue licked and flicked her, making her writhe beneath his onslaught. Her low moan made him smile. As a reward, he stuck one finger into her, swirling it around until he found her G-spot, to which he paid special attention while sucking at her.
“Oh Reese, yes, there!”
Stacey could feel the tension building with every stroke and every lick and with every suck at her tender clit, her body tensing up, and then starting to shake with anticipation and need. Just as she thought she was going to come, Reese stopped and positioned himself between her legs.
“I want to feel you come on my dick, honey. Come for me!”
He plunged into her wetness, increasing the pace with each frenzied upward thrust from Stacey, loving the fact that he had found a woman who loved sex as much as he did, and who, he had found, was not averse to experimenting.
He’d had her in any way imaginable, and could not get enough of her. He found, he had learnt to his astonishment that he wanted even more. He wanted to have her fucked by, and see her fucked by, someone else. He wanted her to come in his arms while on another man’s dick, wanted to see her ample breasts bounce around, hell, he even wanted to fuck her while she was being fucked by someone else. He wanted, in fact, to own her sexually, in all ways possible, while calling all the shots.
His fantasies brought him to the edge, and when he felt her first, shuddering contractions, he lost his own control, coming in gusts that at the same time shocked him and delighted him. If his plans could come together, the ranch was going to become an exciting place indeed!
Later, sated and freshly showered, the two went to the back of the house where the kitchen was housed. The log cupboards were dark and polished, with a range at the one wall which housed a huge stove, with electric ovens built into the wall at the side. All the amenities of a first class working kitchen were scattered around, neat and tidy, waiting a woman’s touch, she noticed.
“I was just about to rustle us up some steaks, baked potatoes and a salad. Care to join me?”
The voice behind Stacey was deeper than Reece’s. She turned around and looked up into the bluest eyes in the tannest face she had ever seen.
***
“Stacey, this is my half-brother Abraham, Abe for short. We owe the property together.”
The older man introduced as Abe was taller than Reese, broader of shoulder, and every bit as imposing, if not more.
She stuck out a hand. “Hello, pleased to meet you.”
The two men shared a look and burst out laughing. “She’s formal, yeah?” came the rumbling voice of Abe, before he swooped down and lifted her off the ground in a bear-hug. “Welcome home, darlin’, it’s going to be a pleasure having a beautiful woman such as yourself around the place.”
With a resounding kiss on the cheek, she was put down on her feet, and ignored as the two men started cooking. They were a good team, it seemed, as they quickly and efficiently threw a meal together in no time.
“Oh this is good!” Stacey said around a mouthful of the steak. “Where did you learn to cook like this!”
Reese’s mama knew how to keep growing boys happy,” it came from Abe, “and she believes that we needed to know how to look after ourselves.”
“Where is your mother, Reese? I had presumed she was dead and that Abe was your only living family?”
“Nope, she is alive and well, living in Scotland with the new husband. Met him three years ago when we sponsored her a holiday in Europe.
She’s the wife of an early or something. Never was good at the blueblood hierarchy, but he is titled. Met him a few times when they came over to visit. Nice man, and he looks after her well. We got no problems with him. His son, though, is a different matter. Elite fop who tried looking down his nose at us until he found out we could buy him and his father out a few times. We might be ranchers in our blood, but we have business savvy too, which is why I need to go to the city at times.”
“And your mother, Abe? Reece said she and your father divorced when you were still a baby?”
Abe shifted around uncomfortably. “She’s a self-styled artiste, met her just after dad died. She came around looking for something to inherit, as it seemed she had worked through the fortune the old man had given her just to get rid of her in the end. She was living in a dive with some guy. Now we pay her a monthly allowance but have no truck with her and her so-called friends. Lazy fuckers, the lot of them. But she expected the high life when she married the old man. Saw herself hosting parties and playing the diva. On a ranch? No idea what she was thinking. Actually, I have no idea who my father is. Dad adopted me when he married my mother.”
“Oh,” Stacey managed, not sure what to say. “So, ahm, you are not related by blood, then?”
“We are related in all ways that count, Stacey. Abe is my brother, more than any brother in blood could ever be.”
“Eat up, sugar, your supper is getting cold.” Looking at the older brother, she smiled, and dug into her food. Damn he was sexy, not that Reece wasn’t, but she wondered what it would be like kissing him. Flushing at her suddenly un-wifely thoughts, Stacey reprimanded herself and tried concentrating on her food on the plate, unaware of the look that passed between the two men seated at the table with her.
They cleared up together, Stacey washing the dishes, while the two men dried and put them away. All the while, she was aware of the two men, their body heat seeming to burn her each time one came closer, their different smells mingling, sending her senses spinning. She was in serious trouble, she knew. She was married to the one, and she loved him, but Abe. Abe was something else; gruff where Reese was suave, hard where Reese was soft, the true rancher while Reese was more the businessman.
She was shocked from her reverie when she felt Abe come up behind her, close; too close. His body brushed hers when he took the plate out of her hand that she had been washing the past two minutes while lost in thought. Her sharply indrawn breath was not lost on either of the men.
“If you wash that plate any more, darlin’, you’re going to wash a hole clear through it.”
Stacey managed a soft “Sorry”, and went on doing the rest of the dishes.
“Why don’t you go on to bed, sweetheart, you must be bushed. Abe and I will finish up here.”
Given the opportunity to escape, Stacey dried off her hands and made her way to their bedroom, the soft tones of the men following her all the way down the passage until she managed to close the bedroom door behind her. Her hands, she realized, were shaking.
Squaring her shoulders and reprimanding herself, she got undressed, dropped her clothes into the hamper, and drew herself a bath of water, pouring a liberal amount of water into the bath. She had just lay back and closed her eyes, trying to relax, when she realized that she had not unpacked her clothing yet.
Stacey was bent over one of her suitcases, busy unpacking, when the door behind her opened with a soft click. She turned around to find Abe standing there. His pupils, she noticed, where dilated, as he took a good look at her. The bath towel she had tied around started slipping, and she managed to grab it just in time, before it had a chance to fall to the floor.
The silence between them seemed to stretch on forever.
Abe broke the uncomfortable silence.
“Thought I’d ask you whether you’d like some coffee. Reece is making.”
“Ah, yeah, thanks. Let me just get dressed. I’ll be there presently.”
With another appraising look, Abe left, leaving her in the same state she had been in when she had left the kitchen.
She found them in the drawing room, both relaxed. A huge dog that she had not noticed earlier was lounging on the one couch, Reese was in a chair, and Abe occupied the other couch. She had no other option, but to go sit next to him. She accepted the coffee cup Abe offered her gratefully, glad of anything to occupy her hands.
“Big dog you guys have there.”
“Daisy? Yeah, she thinks she is a puppy. Reese got her for me. Keeps me company when he is away.”
“Daisy? You call her Daisy?” Stacey couldn’t help laughing.
“Yup, she may be huge, but at heart she is a pup. Loves running with the horses while I am out on the range, checking things over. She’s smart, though. Let’s me know when a foal or a calf is in trouble. Besides, with her size, very few would be brave enough to try something.”
Reese didn’t say much, but sat back and watched his brother and wife, a small smile playing on his lips.
“I have to go back to the city in a week’s time, baby,” he finally stopped their conversation.
“Why? Can I go with you?”
“Nah, unfortunately not. I have some business I need to take care of. Abe and Daisy will keep you company. Besides, you won’t see much of me. I intend being away about three days, and have crammed as many meetings as I can into that time.”
“But Reese, we just got here! We just got married two weeks ago! You can’t just leave me like that!”
“I’m not just abandoning you, Stacey. I’m leaving you with my brother, the man I trust with my life! You will be okay. Please, don’t be difficult about it, huh? It will only be three days and four nights, not an entire lifetime.”
Realizing that Abe was listening to their little altercation, Stacey nodded and kept quiet the rest of the evening, listening to the two men discuss ranch business.
***
The rest of the week seemed to fly. Stacy learnt to know the house, and started taking over the chores in the morning, while riding around with the two men in the afternoons. The place was beautiful, she realized, nestled in a valley with ample water and grazing, stretching off into the distance. The horses, particularly the foals, fascinated her. She was also introduced to some of the ranch hands and the wives of the two that were married. It was, she realized, a small community, each with his own place in it, doing his own particular job. She soon made fast friends with old Jeremiah who took care of the horses that were stables in the coral she had seen earlier, and it was he that taught her how to care for them.
Reese left for the city the Monday morning, leaving her to her own devices. She started the morning doing her usual chores and was surprised when Abe arrived later to take her for her daily ride. She was fast becoming proficient on horseback, and both men had been pleased to find that she seemed to be a natural.
Abe took the lead, letting her follow. They seemed to be taking a different route to the one they normally followed. The travelled upriver for a while, and came to an area where the river had formed a natural pool in the side of the river bank, the water almost calm compared to the rest. Abe dismounted and helped her down.
“I thought I would show you this. It’s my favorite spot.”
“It is absolutely beautiful! The water looks so inviting!”
“Well why don’t we go for a dip?”
Stacey laughed nervously. “Well, for one, I don’t have a bathing suit with me!”
Abe shucked his clothes, leaving it in on a rock in a messy pile, while Stacey inadvertently averted her eyes.
“Come one. Or are you scared?”
She turned around when she heard a splash behind her, Abe’s head bobbing in the water.
“Come on in, woman, I won’t bite!”
Stacey hesitated; the water looked inviting and the ride had been a long one.
“Oh come on in! Or are you scared?”
Turning her back to him, she undid the buttons of her shirt and unzipped her jeans. “Turn around and don’t look!”
“Yes ma’am”
Taking a look in his direction and noticing his back towards her,
Stacey took off her boots, shirt and jeans, and running to the waters’ edge, jumped in. The water was cold, but refreshing.
When her head bobbed up, she was greeted with a splash of water in her face, the suddenness causing her to gulp in a mouthful and start coughing. Abe was there immediately, patting her on the back. “Hey, are you alright, sweetheart? I didn’t mean to startle you!”
“Why,” Stacey managed in between a bout of coughing, “do you call me that?”
“Call you what?” The man looked genuinely dumbfounded.
“Pet names. Like Sugar, Honey, Darlin’, and so on?”
“Well now, that’s just the way I am I guess. It’s what I call all women. I don’t mean anything by it or to offend anyone.”
“Oh.” Stacey felt a little put out at the newly imparted information. A small part of her wanted him to see her differently, yet the other part, the married part, kept on telling her it was wrong.
“I see. No offense taken. I was just wondering.”
“Why do you have clothes on?”
“What? I don’t.”
“Yes you do.” He was standing close. Close enough that she could see his nakedness beneath the water if she but looked down. His one finger hooked around her bra strap, pulled it, and let it go, allowing the offending scrap of material to snap back against her shoulder.
“Well, I can’t swim stark naked!”
Abe frowned as if genuinely puzzled. “Why on earth not?”
“It’s not decent!”
Abe’s head snapped back as he let out a bellow of laughter. When he sobered up slightly, he looked at her steadily, his blue eyes piercing.
“According to whom? Your mother? Society? Friends? Don’t you make your own rules, darlin’, live your own life? Who cares what others think or say? You have one life. Live it on your own terms, not on someone else’s! If you break no laws, what could anyone possibly have to say about anything you do?”
“It doesn’t work like that!”
Abe grabbed her hands and pulled her in deeper. “Life is like this pool in the river. The water is the people and their perceptions. You are the individual. Life and the people in it, keep on moving, every one living their own life in their own little world that they have planned for themselves. Do you honestly think they give a shit about what someone else’s idea of propriety is? They don’t. So what you do, honestly, is of no concern to anyone else.”
Before Stacey had a chance to respond, Abe dunker her. As she came up, spluttering once again and gasping for air, he grabbed around the waist and kissed her. It came so suddenly, she had no time to compose herself, and found herself responding. Their bodies were flush against each other, and even though the water was cold, she felt him against her; hard and insistent.
Thoughts of Reese suddenly flushed her mind, insistently, and she pulled away from Abe, gasping.
“No, Abe, no!”
“Why not, Stacey. You want me. I can see it in your eyes, feel it in your body’s reaction to me. I know you want me! And damn! Your body is all woman! Soft, curvy, it’s delicious!”
“I’m married to Reese!”
“Do you love him?”
“Yes, of course I do! “
“Do you want me?”
“I can’t answer that.” Stacey kept her eyes averted, wishing the situation could somehow miraculously pass.
“Look at me!”
When Stacey shook her head, Abe turned her face to his.
“Open your eyes, and listen to me.”
Stacey did as she was told and stared into his sky-blue eyes. “Reese knows, Stacey. He knows how I feel, and he knows you are attracted to me, and he went away with the express purpose of allowing this to happen. Don’t you get it? It’s not a problem!”
“But I… he… that is…”
“Have you never thought about having two men love you, Stacey?
Have two men making love to you? It’s what Reese wants. It’s what I want. A family of three. One woman between us that we can love and cherish. Do you feel nothing? Because I sure as hell have been tiptoeing around you the last few days, and I know, hell, I can feel, that you are not unaffected! Tell me I am wrong!”
Stacey had no words, yet her eyes betrayed her. Abe grabbed against him roughly and kissed her again, this time more insistently, and she felt her resolve waver. He tasted so good! She wanted him so badly, since the first moment she had seen him, she realized. Her body betrayed her even more than her lips, molding against him.
Inwardly, Abe smiled. He, not they, were going to get what they wanted, and they wanted Stacey.
Abruptly, he pulled away, hoisted her up, and carried her out of the water, laying her down on the soft grass that grew at the side of the stream. “Let me make love to you, Stacey. I want you. Badly. Open yourself to me, let me have you, let me show you how much I want you!”
The urgency in his words was her undoing, and she lifted her arms to him, urging him closer. Abe needed no further invitation, she seemed to melt under him, become fluid, her need for this large man seeming to override her very thoughts, and for now, this moment, Reese was forgotten.
Abe seemed to worship her, kissing each inch, his hands and tongue stroking each luscious inch, while her moans of pleasure seemed as music to his ears.
Finally, when her need reached its peak, she could hold it in no longer. “Abe, please, please… I need you!”
Abe smiled in triumph as he plunged into her, their hips moving in sync with each other, every thrust an effort from his part to stake his claim. Her shuddering gasp as she came was the catalyst he needed to come as well, spilling into her. They lay, spent, in the dappled shade provided by the trees, and fell asleep.
***
Stacey was doing the morning dishes when her phone rang. It was Reese. She dried her hands and answered, not sure what she would say to him. She was spared any embarrassment when he started the conversation by asking after her daily activities. When she would have said goodbye, he stopped her.
“So, Stacey, I’ve spoken to Abe…”
“Yes?” she was suddenly breathless.
“He told me the two of you have become quite well acquainted.”
“Reese, the thing is… Well I… We… I need to talk to you.”
Reese laughter cut her off. “It is okay, babe. I know. You like him, don’t you? Even perhaps love him a little?”
“I love you Reese!”
“Hey, Hun, I know! Don’t sweat! I left so that the two of you could get closer, and so that you could decide whether you see your way towards taking things a little further.”
“Further? What do you mean, Reese?”
“We’ll talk when I get home the day after tomorrow. In the meantime, get to know him a little better, hmm? Play a little, have some fun!”
“No, babe. I am giving you permission to let him fuck you any way he sees fit. Enjoy it. If things work out, and I believe they will, ‘cos you are not the type to just sleep around, we could have a very nice arrangement going. But I’ll tell you more when I get back. In the meantime, get used to a lot of sex, babe. It’s what I want. For you, and me, and Abe.”
Stacey put down the phone. He wants Abe to fuck me? It really is okay with him? A portion of her mind was filled with trepidation at what the brothers had in mind for her, while another portion, the part she had been suppressing, was excited.
Stacey made a cup of coffee, and went through to the home office where she had a fire stoked in the fireplace and sat down on the couch. She allowed her imagination free reign, imagining both men’s hands on her, fondling her, kissing her, making love to her, at the same time.
“Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Stacey?”
She was shocked out of her reverie by Abe’s voice behind her.
“What? No, I…” she had no idea how to continue.
“I want your ass. Would you give it to me, if I asked?”
“Abe, I… Well, that is, I…”
“You have thought about it, fantasized about it?
I know you talked to Reese. He seems pleased with how things have worked out so far in his absence. But I need to prepare you, Stacey. Don’t you want to know what it would be like with two men fucking you at the same time? How it would feel having two men want you, need you, take you? You do, don’t you? You think about us, fucking your tight little pussy, your mouth, your ass. Imagined having your sex holes all used. Haven’t you?”
Wordlessly, Stacey could only nod.
“Come here, Stacey, I have something for you. Come to my bedroom. I want to give you something.”
She followed him down the hall and into his bedroom. “I am going to fuck you, Stacey. Is that alright? But before I do, I want to stick a small butt plug up your ass, and I want you to wear it the whole day, so that you can get ready for what I have in mind tonight.”
“You want to fuck my ass?”
“Tonight, yes. But I don’t want to hurt you. So,” he said, turning around with a smallish plug in his hands, “this! Take off your clothes, hmm? Show me what is going to be mine, ours. And then bend over so that I can insert it. You want this, don’t you?”
Stacey stood indecisively. She realized that this was the moment of truth, the moment she needed to make a decision that would stay with her for the rest of her life. To be wife to two men, have two men look after her, have two men love and fuck her.
“Yes. Yes I do want this. I want to belong to both of you, and I want you both to fuck me, Abe. I want it very much!”
“Well, Hun, what are you waiting for? Take off that offensive clothing and bend over for me. It’s time for the next level.”
Doing as she was asked, Stacey hurriedly got undresses and bent over, feeling oddly vulnerable. Abe stood behind her, a finger probing at her small hole, smearing it with lube. His finger slowly entered her back passage, allowing her to adjust to the feel of it, until he managed to get it all the way in. Then he started moving it slowly, pushing it in and out.
“Do you like that?”
“Ah yes!” she managed to gasp.
“Good, you are a natural. Now for the plug.”
His questing finger was replaced by the feel of the rubber plug, which he slowly inserted. He gave her a slap on the ass. “Good. Now you keep it there, okay?”
Standing again, Stacey nodded; the unfamiliar feeling in her ass making her put her weight from one leg to the other experimentally.
“I would like to fuck you now. No preliminary petting, Stacey, I just want to fuck you. Are you up for it? Are you feeling hot and horny enough yet?”
In response, she got onto the bed, on her hands and knees, and presented him with a sight of her backside.
“Just fuck me already!”
Abe felt her, her wetness. “Yeah you are hot and wet alright.”
She heard his zipper, and then she was filled. Abe plunged into her in a single thrust.
“Aah…”
“Yeah, the fullness of your ass would make you a little tighter. Imagine the plug is a cock, Stacey. This is what it is going to feel like when we both take you, when we both fuck you.
Do you like it?”
“Yes, yes I do. Oh please don’t stop, Abe, please don’t stop! Make me cum!”
“Your pleasure is my command, ma’am.”
Abe’s cock slammed into her again, over and over, filling her, emptying her, and filling her again, while his one hand sneaked around to her front and played with her clit for a while.
Abe stood again. “Play with yourself, Stacey.” His hands snuck around her hips, holding her steady, as he went on with his assault on her willing cunt. Stacey let one hand move down and stroked herself, her fingers moving with increasing speed, as she was taken from behind.
“Oh god Abe!” Stacey squirted, the liquid gushing out of her, while she tried to pull away from Abe.
“Na ah!” He pulled her closer again and rode her through her orgasm until he finally came as well, the contractions of her pussy walls milking him. Afterwards, she lay on the bed, sated.
“I have to go out again, but I think that perhaps you should have a rest. You have more to look forward to tonight. Sleep well, Hun.” Abe pulled the comforter around her and kissed her forehead before closing the door behind him with a soft click.
Stacey woke later that afternoon and stretched luxuriously. Life was good, and exciting. Two men wanted her, and both were willing to share. She was only slightly worried at the intricacies involved when they both might want her at the same time. Giving herself a mental shrug, she had a quick shower and followed her nose to the kitchen where Abe was skillfully throwing supper together. It smelled delicious.
She spared a few moments to watch him at work before entering. His ass filled out his jeans beautifully.
As if feeling her presence, Abe turned round. “Hi, sleepy head. Sleep well? Want to help me make the salad?”
“Yeah, sure.”
Stacey found herself roped in with the cooking; the two of them working like a well-oiled team, before sitting down to dinner and watching a movie later. Abe, during this whole time, was propriety personified, his manners impeccable. Stacey started wondering whether he was sorry about what had happened between them. She decided to breech the subject.
“Abe? Are you sorry? I mean, about what has happened? Between you and me?”
“Hell no, Hun. Not at all. I love having a woman around the place, and, quite frankly, I am not the marriage kind. Besides, I adore you, I love my brother, and nothing would please me more than the three of us being a little family, with a few added perks, of course. But you? Are you sorry that you have gotten into this little ménage with us?”
“No, but, do the two of you, you know, have sex?”
“Well, yeah, occasionally. Doesn’t mean we are gay. I guess bisexual, although we both love pussy and would rather have a woman. And no, we are not practicing incest! When I say our dad adopted me, it was voluntarily with no paperwork involved. So we are not related, either by blood or otherwise. But that is all academic, you know? The thing is, we love each other, deeply, but we love women, you in particular, more, and would rather have you to make love to. Make any sense?”
“I don’t know, I guess so, sort of.”
Abe smiled. “You are a clever woman, I am sure you’ll figure it out. In the meantime, you still have that plug in?”
Blushing, Stacey nodded. “Yeah. Makes me feel kind of full.”
Abe reached over and pulled her into his lap. “Not the way I am going to full you up, babe.”
His hands lifted her t-shirt off her head, exposing her bare breasts, which he immediately started suckling, pulling hard. The feeling was almost enough to make her cum. Almost, but not quite.
“Kiss me, darlin’.”
She moved her lips to his, kissing him deeply. Her pants were undone and her zipper down and Abe’s clever fingers were working at her, her wetness coating them. “Abe,” she whispered into his mouth, “stop teasing and take me.”
“Get out of these pants! I think you need to start wearing dresses around here, what with the amount of canoodling that is going to be going on.”
She got up and took off the offending garment. “Canoodling?” She laughed.
“Yeah, canoodling. How about you do some canoodling to my dick? It needs attention.”
Straddling him, Stacey slowly slid down his shaft, allowing him to feel every inch of her, until she was filled to the hilt. Then she started contracting her muscles around him. “Do you like?”
“Oh yeah I do.”
His large hands took her ass and started bobbing her up and down, faster and faster, his eyes seemingly fixated on her breasts, as they jumped up and down in unison. As her body started preparing itself for her orgasm, Abe stopped and flipped her off his lap.
“Knees on the couch, Hun. It’s time.”
Stacey got up on her knees, holding onto the back of the couch. Abe pulled her closer and her hips upwards, before pulling out the plug. One finger went into her ass, and moved around a little. Her nerve endings screamed with want. He inserted two, slowly, and repeated the performance.
“Feel good?”
“Yes!”
“More?”
“Yes!”
“Where are your manners, woman?”
“Yes please can I have more?”
“You sure can, baby, you sure can.”
She felt Abe push into her, the bulb of his cock straining at her hole as it tried to force its way in. She felt her muscles stretch and a slight burn, and then it was over, and he was working his way into her, a little at a time.
“Tell me if I hurt you, babe.”
Suddenly, all movement stopped, and he was inside her ass, resting, allowing her time to adjust to the feel of him. He started to move, slowly at first, but when he realized that she loved it, his movements became harder, faster, more feverish, until the only sound in the room was that of their grunts and the slap of his balls against her pussy.
“Rub yourself!”
Stacey reached down and rubbed at her clit, the friction there, added to his cock in her ass, was driving her over the edge, into territory she had never encountered before. All her trepidation and fears were stripped away as she became a sexual creature in its truest nature, nothing mattering except getting fucked and receiving pleasure. Her orgasm, when she came, was something previously unknown in its intensity, running through her in waves as her body jerked of its own accord, like a puppet on a string. Abe’s ejaculation into her ass provided more lubricant, which he used, repeatedly, until she came once more.
“Enough, please, I can’t stand anymore!”
Relenting, he pulled out of her, picked her up and took a shower with her, cleaning every inch of her body before drying her off, picking her up once more, and putting her to bed. As he got in behind her, his whispered words of “you are getting off lightly this time, baby, wait until Reese gets home”, the last thing she could remember hearing before drifting off into the arms of Morpheus.
***
Stacey sat by the river, daydreaming, the soft, occasional snorts of her horse while grazing on the soft green grass then only sound amid the chirping of the birds and the soft rustle of the trees in the breeze. She was looking forward to Reese’s return. She missed him. Sex with Abe was great, but she needed the soul connection she seemed to have with Reese. She marveled at the capacity of attraction she felt towards both men; her connection to Abe was physical, an aching she thought she might never get enough of, while Reese was in a different ballpark altogether. Sex with him was almost transcendental. She could not help but wonder at the sexual experiences the two of them had in store for her, individually, but together as well – fulfilling her darkest, wildest fantasy.
Her horse’s quiet neigh brought her out of her reverie. Turning, she spotted a rider in the distance coming her way. As she watched, the tall, lean figure of Reese became visible. Her heart jumped. Despite his assurance on the telephone that all was well and that he wanted her to know Abe intimately, this face to face encounter, she knew, would be the deciding factor in whether he had been serious about it, and whether he did indeed want a ménage situation with her and Abe.
The fact that he and Abe were some-time lovers never bothered her. In fact, it excited her, and seeing them ‘in corpus delicti’ as it were, was another of her deepest fantasies.
She watched as he tethered his roan next to her mare, appreciating the sleek movement of his toned body under his clothes. She could not help but compare the two men’s physiques: where Abe was tall with bulked up muscle, Reese seemed to be smoother, more sleek, yet both were ripped to perfection. Her mouth watered.
“Hi darlin’. Enjoying the view?”
Stacey laughed. “You found me out? How did you know?”
“Honey, I could feel your eyes devouring me.” He came closer. “Miss me?”
“Yes, I did! You know I did!”
“Even with Abe around to entertain you?”
A sudden trepidation filled Stacey, but then she saw the twinkle in his eye.
“Oh you! Why didn’t you tell me? Or ask me?”
“The decision had to be yours, baby girl, and I didn’t want you to feel I was pressurizing you or forcing you into anything, although a part of me knew you would be willing to fall in with our proposed lifestyle. Was I wrong? And was I right in guessing you have this secret little desire to be loved and had by two men?”
“You know me so well!”
Reese laughed. “It would seem I do. Tonight, however, I want you all to myself. Tomorrow, my beautiful angel, Abe and I will take you into realms you never knew existed, and you will be ours, as we will be yours. Tell me how this makes you feel?”
“To be perfectly honest with you, nervous! I love Abe, Reese, but I adore you!”
He hugged her close. “I know, sweetheart. Don’t you know I saw you struggle with your attraction to him? It’s okay. I love Abe too. The three of us are a family. Us against the world! Let’s go home. Abe is starting supper. Beef stew, I believe he said. He also told me you like this spot. Let’s get going. I want you in bed.”
The ride home seemed to flit by in no time, and the rekindling of their love that night seemed to open new avenues of exploration.
***
Stacey took a last look at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her legs were smoothly shaved, and her hair had a tousled look from the vigorous toweling it had just received. Both men, she knew, were outside waiting for her. “Come on girl,” she said to her reflection, “you can do this! You want this, remember? It’s Reese and Abe out there, waiting for you, wanting you. How lucky can a girl get?”
Taking a deep breath, she fastened the towel she was wearing a notch tighter, and stepped out of the room. Both men were on the bed, lounging back against the covers, stark naked, their penises both rigid and waiting. She licked her lips and slowly closed the gap. She was trembling; whether in anticipation or out of fear at the time was inconsequential. Her darkest fantasy was about to come true.
She licked her dry lips once more.
Reese lifted a lazy hand and beckoned her closer. When her knees touched the foot of the bed, she unhitched her towel and let it drop to the floor, before slowly crawling up towards them. She was embraced by two sets of arms that turned her around on her back. Not a word was said, as both men’s heads dipped down towards her rigid nipples and latched onto them, suckling at her, while allowing their hands to roam over her body in orchestrated tandem. Her arms, around their necks, pulled them closer, and she sighed. Their hands on her body combined with their long, languid pulls on her breasts, was not only making her hot as hell, but her womanhood seemed to be contracting in unison. Stacey knew she needed relief, and soon!
In unison, her legs were parted wider, each thrown over a hard body. Someone’s hand, she no longer had any idea who’s, was rubbing at her clit, causing her to squirm. A pair of fingers plunged into her wanting pussy, filling her up.
“Oh god yes!”
“You want more?” Reese breathed into her ear. Her low moan seemed the catalyst that spurned both men on, whispering in her ears what they wanted to do to her, what they wanted her to do to herself, and to them. Stacey was lost, her senses overloaded, her want spiraling out of control. She was unceremoniously flipped over onto Abe and pushed down onto his jutting cock, her hips held firmly in place by his huge hands. She looked up to see Reese watching, his eyes seemingly fixated on her pussy getting fucked. His one hand worked at his cock, stroking it up and down. The sight drove her over the edge, and she had her first orgasm of the night.
She was still gasping and shaking in Abe’s arms, when she felt a warm finger at her ass, stroking the rim. Her ass puckered at the unexpectedness.
“Relax, Stacey,”
Reese’s whisper soothed her. She made a concentrated effort to do as he suggested. His finger worked its way into her, while Abe’s hard cock was still in her pussy; still yet ready. Reese’s finger made way for his cock’s head, the bulb nudging at her opening before slowly working its way in. Both cocks were large and thick, and she wondered whether she could take them both. Her ass had a slight burning sensation, but it was not uncomfortable enough to make anything of it. Finally, Reese stopped, and held still, letting her get accustomed to the feeling. His movement, at first, was slow, but he soon increased his pace. The sensation of being fucked in the ass while having a dick up her cunt was wonderful, filling and fulfilling. Abe, who so far had held still beneath her, started his own rhythm, and both men were fucking her with increased urgency. The hands on her hips from beneath and the two on her shoulders, both grasps firm, while her two holes were being thoroughly serviced, were soothing, erotic and comforting. She felt safe, used, and wanted. Suddenly, in unison, both men drew out of her. She was startled.
“What?”
Before she could ask anything else, she was pulled off the bed and lifted from behind by Reese, while Abe wrapped her legs around his waist and shoved her down once more onto his jutting cock. Reese once again plugged her from behind, holding her against him. Abe’s hands were on her breasts, pulling at the nipples, rolling them between his fingers, and pulling at them, while Reese watched over her shoulder. Stacey could stand it no longer. She came in gushing squirts, screaming as she did so.
That was the second time she came that night, to be followed by a few more.
***
Stacey woke the next morning to the sensation of being finger fucked while kissed. Her body rose to the occasion of its own volition, seeming to have a mind all of its own. Reese was kissing her, and when he realized she was awake, one hand played with her breast, kneading it. Abe, who was at her bottom end, dipped his head to kiss her clit good morning as well, letting his tongue play at the sensitive organ until she came.
“What a way to start the day!”
Abe unceremoniously rolled her over onto her stomach and gave her backside a resounding thwack.
“Time to get up, beautiful! There is work to be done! And we have agreed, you are mine tonight, Reese’s tomorrow, and ours the day after. Think you can handle that?”
Stacey smiled at her two men, her love in her eyes.
“But of course!”
“Good! We’ll get breakfast going while you make yourself beautiful. Abe is making his famous pancakes while I get the coffee started. We’ll be waiting.”
She watched the two lean men walk out of the room, admiring their bodies. Hers. Both of them. Stacey gave a long, languid stretch, the muscles in her body complaining at the strain. She gave a long sigh.
Life was good, and she was living it!
~THE END~