ROMANCE: THREESOME : Billionaire Brothers' Party (MFM Menage Romance) (New Adult Contemporary Threesome Short Stories) (52 page)

Kissing away his concerned frown, Amanda rested her head on his bulging shoulder as she assured him, “Just one word, baby.  Goodbye.”

Emmanuel started.

“Are you sure about that, baby?” he pressed her, adding as he shook his head from side to side, “You and he do have a family together, after all.”

Amanda bit her lip.

“I know. And believe me, I plan to do everything in my power to protect my kids, to keep them happy and grounded through this difficult time,” she assured him, adding as she shook her head from side to side, “I can’t help but to believe, though, that my husband and I have been staying together for too long because of our kids. We haven’t slept together in ages, and I think we can pretty much agree that the spark isn’t there anymore. This is why we decided to ‘double date’ in the first place. And as you now know, he was more than willing to throw me over for the first woman that I gave him permission to be with—after one night he was ready to run.” She paused here, adding in a thoughtful tone, “As a matter of fact, I do believe that it was Greg’s strong desire for Pia that drove him to suggest our little arrangement in the first place.”

Emmanuel nodded.

“And all things considered,” he asked her, pulling her body closer still, “Are you glad you went through with said ‘little arrangement’?”

Again she answered him with a kiss; this time searing his lips with hers as she vowed, “More glad than I’ve ever been about anything, baby. I love you, so very much.”   

Chapter Four

Soon Amanda found herself alone at the center of Emmanuel’s couch, posed naked with a shy smile as her lover sketched her likeness; seeming to morph her into a rubenesque model through the prism of his artistic gift.

The two continued to talk and laugh during the course of their modeling session, sharing details of their lives and interests as Emmanuel’s ebullient brush continued to kiss and adorn his canvas.

Emmanuel pressed Amanda to tell him her true life’s passions; and when she revealed that she had a secret yen for writing poetry, he nothing short of demanded to hear one of her verses.

After a good bit of encouraging and out and out begging, Amanda recited a verse she’d composed a few years ago; a poem titled “Roses,” about a woman who finally has approached the prime of her life. A woman finally ready to bloom.

“Somehow that verse seems strangely autobiographical at this point,” she mused, sending a teasing wink in the artist’s direction as she added, “Dontcha think?”

Emmanuel grinned.

“Well what do you think?” he countered, shifting his easel to show her the results of their impromptu modeling session.

Amanda’s eyes flew wide as she beheld the vision of a beautiful, sensual woman; one whose ebullience easily rivaled those of the other models pictured on Emmanuel’s wall.

“Is that really me?” she asked him, voice barely above a whisper.

She smiled as her lover handed her the portrait, then sweeping its model up in his arms to gift her with a binding kiss.

“It is you,” he assured her, adding as he clutched her to him in a final embrace, “My rose.”

Finally tearing herself away from Emmanuel’s studio, Amanda went home with a heavy heart; not at all looking forward to the unanswered questions that would have to be resolved before she and her husband went their separate ways.

Who would get the house? How would they determine custody issues and divorce settlements? How would their two beloved kids, Emily and Jerrod, accept and deal with this whole situation? These were only some of the queries that plagued her mind as she passed through the front door of their modest, suburban style ranch homestead.

Still she pasted on a smile as she prepared to greet her two elementary aged kids, who she thought would be waiting in the living or dining room—waiting to greet their mom, as per usual, before everyone sat down for a sure to be tense family dinner.

Her grin dissolved as her entrance was met with silence in the house; one that denoted an uncommon quiet and a rather eerie stillness.

“It’s never quiet around here,” she mused with a frown, thinking aloud just to fill the silence that threatened to overwhelm her. “What on earth is going on here?”

Suddenly a trickle of dread assailed and coursed the length of her stiffened spine. She quickened her steps as she trotted from room to room, her gaze searching in vain for the family that had to be here, somewhere.

“Unless, of course, Greg took them and left,” she mused, this time refraining from thinking aloud.

Indeed, she couldn’t bear to give voice to the thoughts that now ran rampant through her addled mind—and she could hardly bear to even think about the possibility of her husband taking her children.

“Greg!” she finally cried out, now desperate for answers as she stopped stock still at the center of the living room.

“I’m here, Baby,” she immediately recognized the smooth, deep voice that now flowed forth from their bedroom. “Come to me.”

Oh she came all right; she in fact stampeded into that blasted bedroom and opened her mouth wide—more than ready to give that no good sonofabitch husband of hers a piece of her mind -at least one, and very loudly expressed.

Her mouth snapped shut seconds later, as she saw a sight that nearly stopped her heart.

Her husband Greg was tied naked to their bed; his sturdy hands secured to their wooden bedpost with sleek scarves of smooth red silk.

For just a moment she allowed her gaze to run the length of his bronzed, lean muscled form; scanning and admiring his chiseled pecs, his washboard abs, his long, trim legs, as well as the long, hard cock that seemed to salute her arrival.

Yet even this impressive feature, she noted, could not hold her attention for long—not when she had so many unanswered questions running wild through her psyche.

Her gaze racing to his face, Amanda pursed her lips as she noticed that Greg was making his best attempt at a sultry, narrow eyed look; no doubt imitating either the goddess Pia or one of the many porn starlets she’d caught him ogling at various points throughout the years.

Oh, she had to admit that he pulled the look off, and that his mane of shoulder length ebony hair looked most fetching as it fell in luxury across his muscled shoulders. Still and all, she swore to herself that she would not succumb to his petty attempts at seduction.

“So let me guess,” she said aloud, folding her arms before her and striking a proud stance before him. “We just got robbed, and the abnormally pervy burglar made off with all of your clothes as well as the vast majority of your earthly possessions. Then they tied you to the bed and left.”

His low, soft chuckle sent a thrill of excitement down her spine.  Ah, but she’d be damned if she’d ever admit as much to his face. No siree.

“No, you silly, adorable girl,” he purred, adding as his hard naked body writhed sensual down the length of their soft cotton sheets. “I got myself into this situation.”

Amanda arched her eyebrows.

“Now I eagerly await the answer to my next question, this I actually can’t wait to hear,” she deadpanned, adding as she inclined her head in his direction, “How on earth did you manage to tie yourself to our bed?” she paused here, adding in a more serious tone, “Or did you, per chance, have a bit of help? Is Pia on the premises?”

Greg sighed.

“OK, so she was here,” he admitted, adding quickly as she seared him with an irksome glance that suddenly made him regret his lack of mobility at this present time, “but for a grand total of five minutes—just long enough for her to tie me to the bed and leave.”

Amanda squinted, downright disturbed and just a bit confused by this bizarre notion.

“She stayed just long enough to tie you to the bed and leave,” she repeated, tone vague and bewildered. “What kind of a bizarre and totally ineffective form of sexual fetish is that?”

Greg laughed.

“I’ve always loved your sense of humor, baby. I pretty much love everything about you,” he told her, adding as he shook his head from side to side, “And as far as Pia and I, well there pretty much is no Pia and I, baby. She rejected me cold this morning. And although her words hurt at first, they made me realize just what a fool I’d been, thinking that I could ever throw away my beautiful wife, not to mention our amazing marriage, for the sake of a one-night fling. If Pia was good for anything, it’s that she talked some sense into me about what was probably in reality just an early midlife crisis on my part.  And she even agreed to help me get you back.” He paused here, adding as he writhed shameless and blatant in the sheets beneath him, “Even if it meant helping me fulfill one of your deepest, most forbidden fantasies. So after leaving work together, we picked up the kids at school, dropped them off at my Mom and Dad’s for the night, then headed back here—at which point she tied me to the bed and left me here as a present for you. I remember you telling me, a long time ago, that you had a little fetish for that kind of thing.”

His wife nodded.

“I did indeed at one point have a fantasy of dominating you in bed, Greg—and given my overall character and personality, perhaps that’s not surprising,” she smiled, but only briefly, “but now my only fantasy is to have a man in my bed—and in my life—that I can trust and love, without limit or reservation. A man I can rely on, without worrying as to whether or not he’s going to cheat on me or leave me.” She paused here, adding as she looked her husband straight in the eyes, “I think I’ve found that man, Greg. And he’s not you.”

Her husband winced.

“Come on baby,” he urged her, tone pleading as he asked, “Are you really willing to give up our marriage and family life for a man who might not be one bit more sincere or trustworthy than his slutty wife?”

Amanda snorted.

“Do your words sound familiar to you, Greg?” she asked. “Do they sound at all like the ones I said to you, this very morning? And let me ask you a question: if Pia had agreed to run off with you today, would you still be here with me, right now?”

She froze as he met her question, not with words, but with a restless squirm that sent his lean muscled body slithering and writhing in the sheets beneath him, punctuating this seductive motion with a soft, breathy plea of, “Take me, Amanda.”

Moving forward as if in a trance, stripping her dress off with every step, his wife descended hard on the surface of their bed as she covered her body with his; their legs entangling as she seared her lips across his—their mouths binding and their tongues entangling as she fixed her sturdy arms around his hard, trim waist.

For just a few moments they kissed and cuddled, their bodies moving together in a timeless tango as their chests pressed together and their nipples met and grazed.

“Just give me once chance, baby, just one night,” Greg growled against her lips, adding as he laved her mouth with a wet, wicked tongue, “I swear I’ll make you forget him.”

Amanda said nothing, only broke their kiss as she ducked her head to lick his planed pecks and nip his sculpted abs; finally laying a long lick down the length of his erect, pulsating member.

“Oh yes baby,” Greg hissed between clenched teeth, thrusting his hips forward to encourage her affections. “Devour me, Goddess.”

He groaned frustrated moments later, as a power hungry Amanda slithered up his body, her ravenous hands running wild over his chest and sides until their gazes locked and held.

“This night is for my pleasure, remember,” she hissed against his full, moist lips, even as she ran her hands through his soft dark hair and hoisted her hips sharp against his.

“Yes, mistress, of course. I’m sorry,” Greg assented immediately; adding as his long, hard cock grazed her femininity, “Tell me how I can please you.”

“Hold me,” Amanda ordered him immediately, watching with a smile as—with a single empowered lurch—he broke the silken bond that tied him to the bed and swept her body up in his arms; covering her body with his as their hips and thighs locked between them.

Claiming her lips in an impassioned kiss, he set his newly freed hands to work in rubbing and massaging her sturdy shoulders; next running his magical fingers like warm water down her back as their tongues and legs entwined.

Bowing his head in a worshipful manner, Greg licked and kissed her breasts as his hands caressed her rounded stomach. He whispered tones he spoke of her beauty, and how he always wanted her by his side.

Pulling her closer than close, he pulled her to him in a binding embrace as his hips joined hers to complete their clench. Their arms and legs entangled tight as she spread her fleshy thighs before him, inviting him to come inside as her own tender hands braced and massaged his firm muscled shoulders.

Finally and with a heated gasp he sealed them as one, his long, hard shaft surging forth to the depths of her soaking wet pussy as his tongue mirrored this reverberating motion.

Kissing his wife senseless, Greg plied his warm, moist lips against hers as their hands joined between them; their hips gyrating wild together as the husband surged forth to his wife’s very core.

Wrapping her legs around his waist to draw him farther inward, Amanda sighed against his lips as waves of pure erotic sensation coursed her from head to toe; causing her heart to pound in her ears as the couple broke their kiss.

Even as he cradled her gentle in his arms, an ardent Greg continued to probe and penetrate her with a fierce intensity that stole her breath; all the while staring deep into her eyes as he whispered in a raspy growl, “I need you, Amanda. Stay with me. Please, for the love of God, just tell me that you’ll stay here with me.”

His wife said nothing, only lifted her hands to his chiseled face as he shifted his own to knead her heaving breasts; her fingers outlining and memorizing his planed cheekbones, his full lips, his planed forehead as she stared at him with unreadable eyes.

Then she seized his lips in a timeless kiss; throwing her body against his as he exploded within her, carrying them across the bounds of an incredible mutual orgasm.

The couple continued to kiss as they clung to one another, their naked, sweaty bodies reverberating with ecstasy as they collapsed in the sheets beneath them.

Hugging her to him with a broad, triumphant smile, Greg cradled Amanda in his arms as he told her, “That was amazing, baby.  Surely this proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that we were meant to be together. Now all we have to do is build on the fire that we’ve reignited. What do you say we…”

He fell silent as his wife stepped gentle from his arms, landing on her feet on the floor before their bed, as she looked him straight in the eyes.

“Greg,” she told him, reaching for her clothes. “We need to talk.”

Bolting upright in the sheets, Greg cast his hands between them and said, “You must be joking, Amanda. Did you honestly make love to me just now, intending the entire time to dump me once we were through? Was this entire evening just your way of getting back at me for Pia?”

Amanda shook her head.

“Not at all, darling,” she assured him. “I wasn’t plotting or scheming. I was waiting.”

Dressing in quick, frantic movements, she soon stood tall and proud before her husband.

“I was waiting for you to tell me that you had no intention of leaving me for Pia this morning,” she revealed, adding in a lower tone, “And I was waiting for you to tell me that you were still in love with me.”

“Today another man gave voice to both phrases,” she revealed.  “And do you know what? I think he really meant it.”

Then, with a long last look, Amanda turned away.

THE END