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  "I'll go get some Motrin.” I say and leave them alone in my bedroom. When I get to the kitchen, I splash water on my face, rub my jaw and look at my reflection in the kitchen window.

  "Who are you?” I ask, but don't get an answer. The woman smiling back at me is a stranger. She is wearing my skin but she is not acting like me. I grab a single glass of water and the bottle of pills and return to my men. My men. I ponder that thought as I walk up the stairs. Mine, my men. I have them and I know their secret. I am a part of this secret life and though I have never joined a sorority, I am pretty sure we made a pact earlier. To be the one woman allowed into the middle of those two men, it might not be right, it may not be conventional. I know it presses against logic, society, possibly even state laws, but I swear, for the first time in my life I feel like I am alive and living in the moment.

  I enter the room and witness two men thoroughly worn out. Jacob is lying on his side of my bed almost asleep. Henry is sitting on his side of my bed, waiting for me and possibly the pain reliever. I give them to Jacob first since he is closest and half asleep anyways.

  I bring them to Henry. He looks at me and I melt. He waits until I crawl into bed before he takes his pills and lies next to me. Jacob is snoring by the time he turns out the light. I lay there, a bundle of nerves and energy between them.

  "Come here.” Henry whispers.

  I slide closer to him. I can see his profile thanks to the blade of light from the moon outside pushing its way into my room. He leans up on his side and looks down on me. So many words are being passed between us without opening our mouths. His hand comes up, pushes my hair away from my face, and then traces each of my eyebrows.

  "What are you doing?” I whisper.

  "Shh.” Was his response.

  Henry smiles a half smile then proceeds to trace my eyelashes, my nose, each cheek, my top lip then bottom. When his hand cups my cheek as his thumb stokes down my neck I am barely caged. I feel like a wild beast being taunted with fresh meat. I fear he is playing with me, he knows we can't. I begin to wonder as my thighs clench tightly together if I can in fact do this without a vibrator. If I can want enough to make it happen without one, without the act of penetration, without direct touching there.

  His face comes close to mine, he whispers in my ear, “You're beautiful Sonja. Your lips mesmerize me, they seduce me. They beg me to kiss them."

  My lips part slightly as I pull in a shallow breath. He doesn't stop there. His words wrap around my body like a warm blanket and penetrate my skin as deep as a touch. When he kisses my neck I shudder. His thumb slides farther down my throat over my breast and then beneath the fabric of my night shirt. My eyes close as his lips come down on mine.

  He is not kissing me. He is making love to my mouth. His tongue slides between my lips mimicking the in out of lovemaking. My thighs clench harder, harder, I clench and release. My arms wrap around him and I pull him on top of me. He is hard again.

  His legs part mine and he settles between them. His briefs against my pajama shorts. “Will this give you enough friction?” He whispers and I think it may have already given me too much as my thighs tightened around him.

  I nod.

  "Good.” He says.

  We fuck like teenagers who are afraid of fucking, and afraid of getting caught. Jacob mumbles in his sleep and we freeze mid grind and look over to him. He completes his nonsensical sentence and is snoring again. Henry looks back to me and we smile at each other. This is a stolen moment.

  Steal a moment just for us he had said. I kiss him again, I have to. He is pulling the impossible right out of me. He knows it too. His grip on my shoulders becomes tighter, his kiss deeper, and his grinding, good Lord the man knows my body better than I do.

  I come. I come in a burst of light before my eyes, rolling thunder wave of orgasm that wracks my body head to toe. I feel the wetness on my shorts and I know he has come too. Not like earlier, he's not as shaken, he just seems tired. His kiss slows, he stops rubbing against me. He nuzzles my nose with his and then rolls off me.

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  Bring The Pain

  Why is when you tell someone that you're on a diet, suddenly they feel like baking? For the past few days, I have been in agony. In a constant state of arousal, and they entice it. Taking turns stealing kisses, stroking my thighs, my ass, my breasts, my neck. It has been pure delicious hell living with them.

  Not to mention I have my Wii age down to 25 now. I kick their ass at bowling and then go upstairs to write. My column has taken on a life of its own. I am researching letters I put into the taboo file and I have been learning a great deal about male-male relationships. For example, not all gay men like to receive. I don't have to ask, I already know that Henry isn't a receiver. I don't however know if Jacob knows this. I don't know if I really know this or if I am just reading too much into things. They haven't so much as touched one another since that night unless punching, kicking, smacking, and general roughhousing counts. Certainly, to the outside eye, they are just the best of friends. It is only in the more subtle moments that I pick up on the difference.

  What I know right now is that yesterday was the last day of my cycle. I haven't told them because I doubt I would have gotten any work done at all if I did. Not to mention the fact that I am growing a bit lazy, a bit selfish by way of two handsome men spoiling me rotten day and night. Stealing moments behind each other's backs and making me crazy all the while.

  I hear thundering steps and laughter on the stairs, Jacob. I know their sounds now. I can tell who is in the hallway by the sound of his footsteps on the floor. A firm rapping comes to the door then it opens. In walks the superstar.

  "I am victorious!” He says then pulls my chair away from the desk. He plops down on my lap and all two-hundred pounds of him crushes my legs, but I relish the feel of him.

  "You are heavy.” I laugh.

  "Times up.” He announces. “Come downstairs."

  "Why?” I tease.

  "You'll see.” He waggles his eyebrows at me and I realize that Henry hasn't followed him.

  They are up to something, but they will both be sorry—well, we will all be very happy tonight. Before I can protest he is up and pulling me up by the hands. I follow him because he is just as likely to pick me up and carry me to the destination he has in mind.

  "Oh my God.” I am overwhelmed. They have prepared dinner for me. Outside on the patio there are Christmas lights transforming my ordinary space into a romantic little bistro.

  "My lady.” Henry pulls the chair out for me. I sit. He whispers in my ear, “We know."

  Less subtle is my other suitor. “Eat up; you're going to need your energy."

  "A toast.” I raise my wine glass, “To surviving without."

  "Here here.” They raise their glasses.

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  Sweat!

  They are machines. I don't know what Henry put in those shish-kabobs but we have been at it for an hour now and neither one of them are giving up.

  "Yes!” Jacob shouts as the next strike declares him the winner. “I am victorious!"

  "You're a cheater.” I declare and put my paddle down. When they said they knew earlier, I thought that they knew I was no longer off limits, what they knew was how to beat me at bowling! Henry, who has also mopped the floor with me tonight, tries to console me. “You too!"

  "Oh don't be a spoiled sport,” He teases. “You forget about that victory lap you ran, then the walk of shame you told us to take?"

  Well maybe I was a little high on victory when I beat them at bowling a few times. I'm sure not gloating now. Not when I know a much better game to play with them, one we can all win. “I'll be back in a minute."

  I go upstairs and search through the high end costumes I was sent to try out and report back on. I had been saving them, for what I am not sure, but maybe for this moment. They have made me play secondary characters as they read through scripts and I admit, I have had fun pl
aying make believe. But now they can play a role in my script, where I am the star of the show.

  "Jacob, Henry,” I call from the top of the stairs. “I need a little help here."

  I duck back into my bedroom before they get to the bottom of the stairs. I hear them laughing, teasing, and taunting each other about the video game. When they step into my room, all humor fades.

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  Burn It Up

  Jacob clears his throat. “So, uh ... that's new."

  I nod.

  "So this means...” Henry steps forward. He pulls the silk string keeping the front of my costume closed towards him. “That's good news."

  "Very good news.” Jacob moves to my back and kisses my neck. The familiar feel of his lips on my skin still sends electric sparks in different directions throughout my body.

  Like Vampires finding a virgin, they begin to ravish me with kisses and nibbles all along the front and back of my neck, my ears, my breasts.

  "Don't take it off,” Henry says and stops Jacob from unzipping the back. “Just pull up the skirt."

  "You're really getting off on this get up aren't you?” Jacob asks and Henry blushes.

  "You don't like it?” I ask him and turn to look at him, giving my back to Henry.

  "I didn't say that.” He presses a kiss to the side of my mouth and I want more. “I just can't wait to get at what's inside it is all."

  "Oh.” I smile. “Take off your clothes, both of you."

  I don't have to ask twice. They strip with careless ease, hopping on one foot rather than sitting on the bed, tossing garments every direction instead of one neat pile. Once they are naked and ready I explain how this will go.

  "This as you can see is a dress made for a lady, not some streetwalking hooker.” I adjust my dress but leave it untied in the front so that my boobs are still partly exposed. “Now line up, if you want to serve me, I need to inspect you."

  "Hot Damn!” Jacob jumps in line a little too eagerly startling me. “Sorry, I just wasn't expecting this. I'm more than a little bit excited now."

  "No doubt.” Henry shakes his head.

  I look at them, standing next to one another. I slowly, purposefully walk past each of them, eyeing them up and down. Nodding, making noises of question or approval. I move to their backsides. I don't get to see them from this angle really. I can tell that they are both tall, but that Henry has a longer torso and Jacob slightly longer legs. Both have very nice asses. Jacob's is full, round and firm. Henry's is muscular, solid, and his cheeks hollow when he clenches them like he is right now.

  "Nervous?” I ask him and inspect the merchandise with a touch now. I run my finger from the nape of his neck to the tip of his tailbone.

  He shudders. “No."

  "You should be.” I whisper. Then I move on to Jacob. He can't stay still for a second. His toes are tapping. I pinch his ass and instead of yelping he says, “More Madame."

  I give him a swat for being fresh. He tries to hold back his chuckle.

  "You'll both do.” I announce to them. Neither looks at me though I can see now that they are both at attention. Two impressive cocks await orders. “You there, come here and kiss me."

  Henry moves as I command, but when he gets closer I put my hand up before he can kiss my lips. “Not there."

  "Yes Madame.” He kneels before me and I lift the front of my dress enough for him to crawl under it.

  I almost fall over when he actually touches me. Unlike what I am used to from Henry, he is aggressive, diving right in for my sweet spot and pushing two fingers into my folds without warning. I knew that I was wet. I didn't know that I was that wet until he did it.

  "And me Madame.” Jacob is swaying, a drop of sweat forms at his temple and I know he is ready to pounce on me like a tiger.

  "You, Oh God ... I mean you ... “I can barely make a sentence thanks to Henry. “You will ... wait one second."

  I put a hand on Henry's head through the dress. He stills. I catch my breath. “Come out."

  He pulls out from under the dress and I see a challenge in his eyes. A wicked smile dances on his lips.

  "You,” I address Jacob, will remove this gown for me. He moves quickly and unzips the back. The dress falls to the floor and I step out if it. “You will be rewarded for obeying."

  I tilt my nose to the air and walk past Henry to Jacob. I place my hands on his hips and kneel before him. He is smiling his victory smile as I lick the head of his cock.

  "I dare you.” He says and I look up to see him talking to Henry behind me.

  I know immediately what he dared. Henry's broad head nudges my pussy a second before his fingers open me and he slides inside. I gasp around Jacobs cock.

  Henry swats my ass one good time and says with his accent, “Now you will see who the master is, Madame."

  Jacob's hands undo the clips in my hair and it falls around my face in brown ringlets. His fingers push into the curls and pull it up and away. He commands, “Suck my cock."

  I am doing it. I am sucking him, and letting Henry fuck me for about two minutes when I realize they have taken me over again and I willingly obeyed. I pull back from Jacob's cock with a pop. I use his hips as leverage and I pull myself up and Henry slides out.

  "Where are you going?” he asks.

  "What are you doing?” Jacob says and grabs my hands.

  "Do you do that to each other?” I ask and look at them.

  "Do what?” They both look at me puzzled.

  "Take control from the other. Who does the fucking when you two fuck? Huh? Who sucks who?” I place my hands on my hips and wait.

  They both look like a set of deer trapped in headlights. I have to say that all the research I have been doing has me very curious about them and their relationship. The process, the whole thing.

  "Uh ... we haven't.” Henry scratches his stomach. “I mean that was one time, and it was years ago."

  "There really wasn't any foreplay involved.” Jacob shrugs. “Why do you ask?"

  Damn him and his super keen sexual senses. I shrug.

  "You're turned on by it aren't you?” Jacob touches Henry's arm, a one finger stroke from his shoulder to his wrist and God help me, I can't take my eyes away from that touch. “Well well."

  "You can't do what we did.” Henry says. “It doesn't work like that. And I don't want to do anything that excludes you."

  I look at him, standing there in his self righteous, goody goody, know it all, ask me personal questions big feet, big dick, self and I remember something. I am a woman of many means and many resources. “I'll be right back."

  I leave them naked and bewildered and enter the research room. I come back to them whispering. I don't know what they were discussing, I don't care. I have two men in this house and they both want to fuck me, and I am pretty sure they want to fuck each other but I know who wants what and which one of them wants to be fucked the most.

  "Can you help me with this?” I ask and Jacob smiles.

  "Who do you think that's for?” he asks. “Me or him?"

  "I haven't decided yet.” I say as he makes a few adjustments to the straps.

  He must want to make sure that I know who is supposed to get rewarded for obeying because he strokes his hand over my exposed lips and asks, “May I?"

  "You may.” I say and he spreads my legs a little bit wider then tongues me.

  "Now how do you suppose this is going to work?” Henry asks with hands on narrow hips. “Three dicks are worse than two, and I must say, it doesn't look good on you."

  "Not my color?” I look at the small pink prosthetic and take it into my hand. Henry is nervous. I can tell. He doesn't know where I am trying to place him in this triangle and I secretly hope I am pushing his boundaries without pushing him too far away from me. He unnerves me in a way Jacob doesn't. And for that reason I want to know. I want to know all sides of him. I know Jacob, he is as easy to read as a book. The man is more open and honest than anyone I have ever known. �
��Jake, do you want me to do this?"

  "You called me Jake.” He says.

  I realize I did. I also see how happy it makes him.

  "Yeah.” His jaw tightens and I can see it flex. “I want you to do whatever turns you on sweetheart."

  "So then you want me to fuck Henry with this?” I ask him and we share a smile of victory as Henry takes a step back. Jacob laughs. I shake my head and feel a little bad about being so wicked, but still.

  "No.” Jacob shakes his head. “Just me."

  Henry's chest visibly releases the air he had sucked in. “Come on Henry, I never had you pegged for a receiver, but I know you won't fuck him unless I do it first, so I guess you can help, or you can watch, it's up to you,” then I add with a note of sarcasm, “Master."

  My hands are trembling. I have never done anything like this before and though I did read up on how to do it, I am not sure the written word and pictorials truly prepare a person for this. Looking at the man bent over before me on the bed, trusting me, to do this, I can barely get the top off the tube of lubricant.

  "Hand it here.” Henry says quietly from the bedside. I don't look at him, I just give it over. He opens the top and hands it back. I squirt a great glob onto Jacob's tailbone and he flinches.

  "I gave you warning.” He says through labored breaths. I can tell the anticipation is killing him, and I really don't mean to lead him on, I just don't want to hurt him.

  "Sorry.” I say, and hope he can't tell how nervous I am.

  "Good grief.” Henry, who seems to be just as frustrated, says before getting on the bed behind me. “You're going to hurt him if you don't do this right."

  I have a feeling he knows that for a fact.

  "Finger.” Henry says and then puts his hand on my hand. His fingers overlap mine and then they move up to Jacobs's tale bone where the lube is already sliding down.

  Our fingers slide to the puckered hole of his ass and I am surprised at how tight it is. I had imagined this was something he may have had done regularly, I thought about my own ass and how I worried, though I had read substantial research to disprove my worry, that it would somehow remain open.