Menage With a Billionaire (3 page)

              “Claire went shopping this morning,” Jeff explained as he took her by the hand. “So I’ll be taking you home if that’s okay. I have something I’d like to show you.”

              “Thank you.” Lisa nodded. “That sounds nice.”

              Jeff led her out to a garage filled with some of the nicest cars she’d ever seen, and opened the door to a silver sports car like a true gentleman. Lisa climbed inside and sat quietly on the ride, feeling unsure what she should say. Jeff was married after all, and she had never done this sort of thing before, and didn’t know what to expect.

              It wasn’t until Jeff pulled into a strange neighborhood that Lisa realized she had never even given him her address. She didn’t recognize this neighborhood, because all of the houses were larger and much more upscale than the one she lived in.

              “Where are we?” she asked as Jeff pulled into the drive of one of the houses.

              He simply smiled and got out of the car, holding out his hand for her as he waited.

              When they walked up to the front door, Jeff handed her a key, and Lisa stared at it in confusion.

              “This is my gift to you,” he murmured. “Along with the million dollars that was transferred into your bank account this morning.”

              Lisa stood in shock, and Jeff simply chuckled as he opened the door for them, pulling her inside.

              The house was beautiful… breathtaking even, and Lisa was still trying to process the fact that Jeff said it belonged to her.

              Lisa stared up at him, unable to find the words to thank him. She was literally speechless. Jeff didn’t seem to mind though, because since they’d closed the door behind them, she noticed that his eyes had grown hungry once more.

              “I want there to be more between us Lisa,” he murmured, pulling her close against him. “I want to keep seeing you on a regular basis. Would you let me?”

              Lisa moaned her agreement as his lips found their way to her neck, kissing the delicate skin with such tenderness she thought her knees might buckle.

              “I need to be inside of you again,” he pleaded. “It took everything inside of me not to wake you up this morning and make love to you right then.”

              “Yes,” Lisa rasped. “Please Jeff…”

              He helped her to undress, stripping off her clothes before pulling her to the kitchen table. It was solid oak, and completely beautiful, but Lisa was too wrapped up in her desire to care at the moment. Jeff laid her down, spreading her legs as he knelt before her and delved forward.

              He licked her greedily, bringing her to orgasm within mere moments. He was still completely dressed as he began fumbling with his belt buckle, only pulling down his zipper enough to free his erection. And Lisa thought there was something so erotic about that, seeing him fully dressed while she was naked and vulnerable before him.

              Jeff pushed into her with a sigh, like it was the best place he’d ever been. And then he leaned forward, bringing his lips down upon hers once more as he rocked back and forth inside of her. Lisa wrapped her legs around his waist, claiming him as they melded together.

              Jeff released himself inside of her with a long slow groan, never taking his eyes off hers the entire time. It was so intimate, Lisa found herself falling off the edge once more. They laid there for a long time, still connected, just kissing each other.

              And when Jeff finally pulled away, she felt his loss immediately. But Lisa still had a smile on her face, because she knew the spark was too intense between them to doubt what he said. He would definitely be coming back for more.

              Jeff put himself back together, and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead.

              “Until next time Lisa,” he murmured.

              And then, just like that, he was out the door. Lisa sat in her brand new fully furnished house, trying to come to terms with it all.

              She knew the only way she could was to say the words aloud to someone else. So she picked up her phone, and dialed her best friend. She answered on the second ring.

              “You are never going to believe what happened last night,” she began.

              “What is it?” her friend asked, the excitement in her voice contagious.

              Lisa explained the events of the night before, taking time to relish the memory as she went along. Her friend would gasp and sigh throughout, letting Lisa know she had her full attention.

              “Can you believe it?” Lisa asked. “He gave me a million dollars and bought me a new house. It’s something I never thought I would do, but I would have been a fool not to.”

              “Lisa honey, I’m so happy for you,” her friend cooed. “You totally deserve it.”

              “I guess.” Lisa laughed, not totally sure about that. “The funny part is, he’s so good looking, I would have fucked him for free.”

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Brother Husbands
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Peter and I had met very young and had rushed into our relationship, utterly infatuated with one another. We’d married straight out of high school (much to our parents displeasure) and had gone off to the same college. I’d had barely any romantic experience before Peter, just a few boys who took me out on a date or two and one boy I saw steadily for three months.

But now I was involved with other men, and Peter with other women. It was thrilling, after I got over the initial jealousy. But eventually that disappeared and before long Peter and I were regular participants in the local swinger community.

It didn’t take long for Jonathan to find out what we were doing, and to our surprise, he was understanding. Not only that, but he was intrigued. And so after some consideration Peter and I decided to start inviting him to group sessions.

This was yet another thing that took some adjustment, at least on my part. Peter seemed to adapt quickly to having Jonathan involved in our lifestyle.

Peter slides open the drawer of the side table and removes a box of condoms and the vibrator. He hands a condom and the vibrator to Jonathan who slips it on his middle finger and turns it on. The buzzing fills the room.

I am on my hands and knees, watching the exchange eagerly.
Already, his cock is tenting his boxers. I can see Jonathan is well-hung. Perhaps even more so than my husband. Maybe, at least, I’ll get to taste him.
Imagining
that moment, I lick my lips.

The movement catches Peter’s eye and he looks at Jonathan.

“I think she’s hungry.”