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  “Just imagine having a woman between us again,” Cal said as we parted for breath. “Imagine her hands on your ass.” He grabbed my backside and pulled me against him. “Her tight little pussy weeping for your cock.”

  “Yes.” I closed my eyes as Cal kissed my neck, sending sparks of heat down to my core. In my mind’s eye I could see Amber on the couch, naked and needy.

  “We could make her beg,” Cal suggested. “She could be at our mercy.”

  “We could show her our toys.”

  “And our games, like the one where she’s a nurse and has to tend to our needs.”

  I imagined our lovely Amber, dressed in a nurse’s uniform and on her knees. “She could suck our cocks.”

  “We’d touch her breasts.”

  “Squeeze her ass.”

  “Taste her pussy.”

  “I’d taste a hell of a lot more than that.” The thought of licking

  Amber’s sweet clit, of making her orgasm with nothing more than my tongue, sent a bolt of desire through me that was impossible to control. I tore at Cal’s clothes, kissing and touching his skin like a hungry animal.

  “Fuck, yes.” Cal gasped and bucked beneath me. I could tell he was loving every stroke of my fingers, every press of my lips.

  I leaned back to take off my shirt, and he seized the opportunity to tear down my pants. I closed my eyes and groaned as he stroked my length, tugging and jerking me until my head filled with lust.

  “Cal,” I choked out as my breathing became ragged. “Cal, please.”

  He dropped my cock, and I kissed him hard, pushing into his mouth with every ounce of possessiveness I felt. Mine. I had always been territorial, something Cal loved. I briefly wondered if Amber would like that side of me, too.

  As our tongues dueled, we fumbled without clothes. Cal reached up over his head and knocked the lamp off the end table as he felt around for the handle on the drawer.

  “I’ve got it.” Pushing up, I dragged opened the drawer and pulled out a condom. Cal slid his fingers over my nipples as I tore into the package with my teeth and sheathed my cock.

  “Take me hard,” Cal said as I pushed his legs up and positioned myself at his backside. “Just like you want to take her.”

  Growling, I thrust my erection deep inside my lover, thankful that the lubrication from the condom allowed me to slide in easily. Cal groaned as he hooked his arms around his knees and lifted his ass higher. The new angle allowed me to push those last few inches home.

  “Yes,” he gasped as my balls tapped his ass. “More.”

  I grabbed his hips and fucked him like a man possessed, loving how the primal slap of our bodies filled the room. With each thrust, my sense of urgency grew. I imagined Amber there, with us, moving between us and groaning as we both brought her to orgasm again and again.

  “I’m close,” Cal murmured.

  I thrust harder. Our bodies slammed together as I felt the familiar tingling along the base of my spine. Grabbing his cock, Cal stroked himself as I slid my lower lip in between my teeth. I watch him call out my name and tumble over the edge, the image more beautiful than I ever could imagine.

  His cry triggered my own release. My orgasm exploded through my body, robbing me of breath. With a groan, I empty myself into him. Pleasure numbed my mind and turned my muscles to water. For a long moment time stood still. There was only Cal and me, only this moment and the love that had been building between us since we first met all those years ago.

  “Fuck,” Cal said as the last threads of emotion dissolved. “That was amazing.”

  “You’re amazing.” I retreated from his body and disposed of the condom. When I returned to the couch, Cal had huddled underneath the throw blanket, a trinket we had picked up on vacation last year, and made room for me next to him.

  Sliding into his arms, I sighed with content. Having sex with Cal always seemed to calm my doubts and insecurities. The man never failed to stabilize me and keep my inner demons at bay.

  “Things will work out with Amber, you’ll see,” he whispered into my hair.

  I hoped he was right. In the beginning we had been enough for each other. Cal loved to feel needed and I craved the stability he offered. Over time we had become bored with our arrangement, however. While we still cared for each other, we wanted a little more excitement in the bedroom. We’d tried a variety of sex toys, but nothing seemed to fill the emptiness growing between us.

  Then Cal convinced me to add a third person to our lovemaking. We were careful to choose women who knew what they were getting into. We only wanted a night of fun from them, nothing more. Working together to choose and please our conquest brought Cal and I closer together, and the resulting sex had been more explosive than either of us could have ever imagined.

  On those special nights the woman was like any of the other sex toys in our bedroom. She was a conduit for Cal and I. She got what she needed—multiple mind-blowing orgasms—and we got what we needed—a deeper intimacy by sharing a common goal. After our nights of passion, the women moved on, and so did we. There was no crying or regrets, just pure, unadulterated pleasure and pleasant memories.

  And so it continued for years. That is, until Amber came into our lives. Ever since she started working for us, Cal and I had stopped taking women into the bedroom. It wasn’t a conscious decision, just one that felt right to us both.

  Now Cal was asking for a woman to join us once more. Not just any woman, but Amber. While the idea of taking her into our bedroom intrigued me, I was scared of the repercussions. Amber was different. Not only did she work for us, but my attraction toward her went beyond the physical. I was nervous as a schoolboy around her. If I couldn’t look her in the eye, then how was I ever going to pleasure her in the bedroom? My heart wouldn’t be able to take it if she was disappointed in my performance—or worse—shocked by my lifestyle.

  It was an incredible risk, but one I knew I had to take. Not only did I want this, but Cal wanted it, too. After everything the man had done for me, I couldn’t deny him, especially when what he was asking for would result in my most secret sexual fantasy coming true.

  I just hoped this wasn’t a huge mistake and our invitation would result in losing Amber forever.

  Chapter Three

  Amber

  This was it, the last night in my old apartment. Tomorrow I’d be moving in with two of the sexiest men I had ever met. I had no idea how I was supposed to keep my relationship with them professional, especially since I had been fantasizing about them for months.

  Walking over to my dresser drawer, I thought about that day last week when Cal had caught me by surprise. It had been between gondola tours, and I was doing my usual morning ritual of reading the local paper.

  I had been so engrossed with the gossip about local celebrities I hadn’t even known he was in the room until he was almost on top of me. He had questioned me about an ad he had seen about a new sex toy shop in the area, and without thinking I told him I had already shopped there. It was an embarrassing mistake and I quickly tried to cover it up. He had behaved like the perfect gentleman and let the subject drop, but I could tell he had wanted to question me about it. I didn’t want to talk to him about my love of kink in the bedroom, or about my past in the BDSM clubs of New York City. He was my boss, and much too young to understand my secret need to be dominated in the bedroom.

  As I retrieved my pink dildo and returned to the suitcase, part of me wished he wasn’t such a gentleman that day. As embarrassing as it was, I wished he had questioned me more about it. Then I could tell him about how I used to indulge in bondage and submission before my straight-laced ex-boyfriend made me stop. I wished I had the nerve to return to that lifestyle, but had no idea where to even begin. I had been away from the scene for so long. Going back now would just make me feel old and washed up. No, I knew I had to be reintroduced back into the lifestyle gradually. My ex had unloaded a lot of garbage on me that made me self-conscious of my desires. It would take the strong
hand of a dominant man—or perhaps two dominant men—to undo all of the damage that had been done.

  In my mind Cal would have been intrigued by my confession. He’d reveal that he and Enzo frequented such clubs, and he’d extend an invitation for me to join them the following night. There would be two conditions to his invitation, however. First, I’d have to promise that I’d play with them exclusively. Second, I’d have to prove to them I could handle their rather wanton needs.

  Sitting on the edge of the bed, I turned on the vibrating dildo and imagined Cal locking the door to the shop and pulling the shades. He’d approach me with that gleam in his eye, the one he possessed when he saw something he wanted. He’d place his arms on the counter on either side of me, trapping me with his large frame. His lips would feel firm, his chest hard and muscular. As he pressed his body up against me, I’d mold myself against his large frame, spreading my legs apart so he could ease closer.

  The kiss would be demanding, and as I stripped and leaned back on my bed I imagined us tearing at each other’s clothes, desperate for skin-on-skin contact. He’d confess that he had fantasized about me writhing beneath him in ecstasy, and I’d reveal that every night I did the same.

  “Do you fantasize about this?” he’d ask as he rubbed his hard cock against my lower belly.

  “Yes.” More than he’d ever know. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his length, loving how he closed his eyes and shivered. His reaction would make me feel desirable, powerful, and I’d sink to my knees, eager to show him how ready I was to play.

  Nibbling my lower lip, I groaned and slid the sex toy over my breasts as I imagined taking him into my mouth. He’d taste salty and male, the perfect combination I had been craving since the first day of my job. He’d thread his fingers into my hair and direct my mouth, pushing himself to the back of my throat and losing himself to the moment. The tension in the air around us would build, and I’d touch my nipples as I pleasured him. The sensation would drive me deeper into the moment, and soon I’d be groaning as I slid over his length.

  He’d thrust harder, faster, saying my name over and over again until a new voice caused us both to pause.

  “What’s going on here?”

  I could almost hear Enzo’s voice echoing through the room. The sound was a low, rumble, like thunder. I imagined it sounding rough and full of desire.

  Whimpering, I slid the sex toy down over my mound as I pictured Enzo walking in on us, his muscled shoulders tensing at the scene.

  “She wants us to take her to the club,” Cal would explain. “But first she must prove she can handle it.”

  “Oh I can handle it,” I’d say. “Come over here and let me show you.”

  As he’d approach, my gaze would drop to his pants and focus on where his cock pushed against the zipper of his jeans. Dropping Cal, I’d focus on my new challenge, quickly shedding Enzo’s pants as Cal removed his shirt.

  Enzo would taste just as good as Cal, perhaps better. While I worked over Enzo’s length, I’d see Cal kiss and touch him out of the corner of my eye. In reality, I had never seen the men do anything sexual, but there was a definite tension between them, and fantasizing about them kissing only added to my desire.

  Spreading my legs apart on the bed, I rubbed the dildo between my legs and imagined hearing Enzo moan with pleasure. I’d work hard to please him and Cal, adding heat and desire until the three of us were weak with need.

  Eventually, Enzo would grab my hair and pull my head back, removing me from his cock.

  “I need to be inside of you.” Enzo was a man of few words, and this time was no exception. He’d raise me first onto my feet, then up onto the counter. Cal would grab a condom from a drawer beneath the counter and sheath himself as Enzo sucked and caressed my breasts.

  “Yes.” I dipped my dildo just inside my opening as I imagined Cal rolling the condom down his length. “God, yes.” I squeezed my breast and imagined Enzo scraping his teeth over my nipple.

  “You’ve wanted this for a long time, haven’t you?” Cal would ask as he positioned himself at my opening.

  “You know it.”

  “Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I’ve wanted you too, Amber. And now I will have you.” He’d thrust deep, spearing me with his length until his hips slapped against my flesh.

  Pushing the sex toy deep inside my body, I imaged him spreading my inner walls as Enzo leaned back and began to stroke himself. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

  “She’s so wet.” Cal would lean his large body over me and kiss me hard as Enzo stroked his thick cock. Then Cal would move his hips, and the sweet friction would almost be too much pleasure for my small body to contain.

  “Yes.” I slid the sex toy in and out of my body as I imagined Cal’s hard body pounding into my flesh. “Yes.” I would called out his name, begging for him to go harder as I raced closer and closer to the edge.

  “Come for me, Amber,” he would growl as I hovered on the brink of oblivion. Then Enzo would move his finger in between our bodies and rub my clit, sending me over the edge.

  I came hard, both in my fantasy and in my reality, arching my back and closing my eyes as I imagined both Cal and I orgasming as one. In my mind I felt his power and strength enter my body, filling and claiming me as his own.

  “Damn, that was amazing.” I’d still be riding waves of bliss as he retreat, allowing Enzo to take his place. Before I could speak, he’d pushing his condom-clad cock deep inside my core and the process would start all over again.

  I have no idea how long I laid on my bed, imagining myself being taken by first one of my young, virile bosses, then the other. I only knew that in my fantasy, both men were insatiable, and I must have come several times before I finally collapsed to the mattress, exhausted.

  For several minutes I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. I could only lay there in the silence of my apartment and let my breathing come under control. As the last shreds of ecstasy faded, reality settled around me. I opened my eyes and stare at the dildo, now coated with my juices.

  “What was I thinking?” This was ridiculous. Not only were these two men my bosses, but they were so young, and probably had perfect little twenty-something girlfriends with firm and petite bodies to satisfy their needs. Young, energetic men like them would have no interest in a washed-up, middle-aged woman like me. It was ridiculous to think that they’d even be into kink, much less be willing to satisfy a forty-five year old woman’s fantasy. No, they were probably both vanilla, each interested in pretty Italian women who were as energetic and youthful as they were.

  These fantasies needed to stop, tonight. Tomorrow I’d move in with Cal and Enzo, and they could never know how much I had been lusting after them. No, I’d have to get rid of my all my sex toys and stop these silly fantasizes for good. It was time to start acting my age and be respectful to the men who were opening their home to me.

  Sitting up on the bed, I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and tossed the sex toy in the trash. It was time to push away selfish fantasies and move on. It didn’t matter how much I wanted a threesome with Enzo and Cal. It was never going to happen, and there was nothing I could ever do to change that.

  Chapter Four

  Cal

  It was difficult to tell who was more nervous, Enzo or myself. Last night we cleared out the guest bedroom—no small feat considering we had been using it for storage over the past year—and gave the twin bed fresh sheets and new linens. The room still looked hopelessly masculine with the dark wood furnishings and solid cream walls, but that couldn’t be helped. Once Amber moved in, I was sure she’d give the place her own personal touch.

  “Do you think she’ll like it?” Enzo asked.

  “Yes.” I put my arm around his shoulders and grinned. “Yes, I do.”

  She arrived right on schedule. I was surprised at how little had been strapped to her moped. The woman gave new definition to the phrase ‘packing light.’

  “My last place came with furn
ishings,” she explained. “I never owned any myself.”

  She seemed embarrassed by her admission, which only made me desire her more. She was like a fragile flower, and heaven knew I had a weakness for people in need.

  “Don’t worry,” I said. “Most of the place is already furnished. I’m sure you can buy whatever you need.”

  She seemed to relax at that, and after Enzo and I gave her the grand tour, she relaxed even more. Enzo, on the other hand, seemed to get more and more nervous with each passing moment.

  “I don’t think I can do this,” he said when we were picking the last of the boxes up from the back of the moped. At our insistence, Amber had gone inside to start unloading her things.

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  “You know.” He nodded toward the apartment. “Our plan.” He leaned in close and lowered his voice. “I don’t think I can ask Amber to be a part of our world. What if she says no?”

  “I hate to break it to you, but by moving in, she’s already becoming part of our world.” When Enzo’s eyes widened, I sighed and leaned my heavy box on the edge of the moped. “Look, we’ve been working with her for a while now. You’ve seen the way she looks at us when she thinks we aren’t looking. She’s definitely interested.”

  “Yes, but—”

  “But nothing. She’s going to find out one way or another. I’m sure she has already realized that our apartment only has two bedrooms. It’s only a matter of time before she accidently walks in on us together—or worse—with another woman. We don’t want to have to explain our lifestyle when we are both naked and aroused.”

  Enzo shook his head. “It’s been almost a year since we’ve asked another woman to bed. Perhaps it is best—”

  “Don’t even think it.” I flashed my lover a stern look. “We both want this. It would be foolish not to try, especially after all of the sexual tension at work.”

  Enzo let out a long breath. “I suppose you’re right.”