Triad

Chapter 1

Jackie walked in the front door, sweaty, dirty and ready for a shower. She pulled her shirt over her head as she went through the living room. “Damn it!” she muttered to herself. “I forgot to put the laundry in the washer. Lenny’s going to be pissed if he doesn’t have a clean shirt for tomorrow.”

She went through the kitchen to the laundry room, undoing her jeans to throw in the wash. A sexy ass surprised her when she reached the doorway. He was home way early and looking good bent over a pile laundry. “Baby, I’m sorry. I remembered a second ago. Go relax, hon. I’ll get it going.”

He ignored her. She added her clothes to the pile he’d started in front of the dryer, eyeing him. Damn, but he was hot in those loose-legged shorts. Unable to resist, she started to reach up under the leg of his shorts to stroke his dick while he reached for the detergent. With his free hand, he waved her off, grunting. Not to be deterred, she grabbed him, causing him to knock the jug off the shelf. The lid popped off, spilling laundry soap on the floor. Mumbling something she couldn’t understand, he grabbed a towel and bent over to clean up the mess. She caressed his ass, asking, “How about a quickie to tide us over?” She turned around to kick the pile away from the washer so they had a flat surface to screw on. He reached over her as she positioned herself in front of the machine. She rubbed her ass against him, watching him dump the liquid over the clothes in the tub.

Smiling, her body unleashed spasms in anticipation. She grabbed his cock, freeing it from the baggy shorts and brought it to her pussy. He grunted, made noises in an attempt to pull away, but eventually gave in. With his length inside her, she moaned,

“Oh, baby.”

She braced her hands on the machine, thrusting with him. “God, I’ve been thinking about this all day.” His hands gripped her waist as he pounded her like a man who hadn’t had it just this morning. Hanging her head, she welcomed the fire spreading through her like a match to gasoline. She panted. He shuttered, jerked, surprising her by coming so soon. She straightened, turning her head to kiss him. Peanut butter! His breath smelled like he’d eaten a jar. Absurd, he wouldn’t be so stupid, but panic had her pushing at him.

When she whirled on him, he was swallowing hard, and his lips laced with the creamy substance. His glazed blues stared back at her while she registered the tan cord curled up around his face. He never heard a word she said with the music blaring in his ears. She yanked the earpieces out. Ignoring the fact it wasn’t music he listened to, she went off on him, “Are you nuts! Why on earth would you eat peanut butter?” She pulled him into the kitchen to call 911. She saw the jar of peanut butter on the counter with a spoon sticking out of it. “What possessed you?” she asked, reaching for the phone. “You need medical attention before your throat swells completely shut.”

He slammed his hand over the phone, waving her off. Stupefied at his behavior, she watched him fill a glass with water. After downing it, he leaned over breathing hard, drank more then turned around.

“I’m sorry, Jackie. I was hungry and I shoveled it in. I tried to let you know. My mouth was stuck, then the spill and then…well, it was screw you or lose my dick.”

“Randy Wilkerson!” Excited, she ran to husband’s identical twin and hugged him.

“Why didn’t you let me know you were here?” Then her face heated up and she pulled away. “Oh, my god! I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not, why should you be? I haven’t had pussy in months.”

“Look, I’ve been working out back all day. Let me shower then you can tell me why you didn’t let us know you were coming and how long you’ll be home this time…”

She forced herself to leave the room with dignity, but it was rather hard when you were stark naked and your brother-in-laws semen running down your thigh.

Out of his sight, she rushed to the bedroom and shut the door. Picking up the phone, she called her husband’s office. “Mary, is Lenny free?” she asked when his receptionist answered.

“He’s in the middle of a root canal, but it’s his last appointment today. I can give him a message.”

“Tell him Randy is home.”

“Will do, hon.”

Jackie showered, trying not to think about the renewal of the fantasy of having both brothers she seemed consumed with whenever Randy came home for a visit.

She returned to the kitchen, nervous about what she’d done. Moreso how he was going play on it. The kitchen was empty-good. Dinner, dinner, what was she going to fix? She looked in the refrigerator. Oh, yeah, pork chops. Would there be enough? She counted five in the package. Strange. I never buy packages with more than three in it.

We hate leftovers.

Footsteps came into the room, drawing her eyes over the door. Randy stood with a towel around his waist, rubbing his brown hair with another. He like his brother-his pecs, the way the damp hair swirled around his nipples, trailing down his washboard to his belly button. He was identical to his twin brother in so many ways, which always posed a problem for her. She’d once made the mistake of thinking she could tell them apart based on appearance. She knew Randy’s body every bit as well as she knew Lenny’s-there was no difference, only in certain intimate aspects.

“All of my clothes are in the washer. Do you mind if I grab a pair of Lenny’s shorts?”

“Fine. The dresser near the window, bottom drawer. Shirts are in the second drawer.”

“Thanks.”

She watched him walk away. Damn! She was in trouble. Pulling out salad fixins she’d picked from the garden earlier in the day, she prepped three of the potatoes she’d also dug up for baking.

“Anything I can help with?” Randy asked, coming up alongside her.

“No, I got it,” she said, refusing to look at him, but he brought her face around with fingers to her chin.

“Hey, it was kind of like old times.”

“Except it was Len getting lucky while I dated you.” Jackie sighed and laid the knife down. “We weren’t married. I am now.”

“For eight years now, I know. I was there, best man. Still doesn’t mean I don’t remember how you don’t take no for an answer.”

“How long will you be home?”

“Permanently, I hope. I have a couple of interviews this week.”

“No more traveling around the world reporting breaking news? How come?”

“Bombs were starting to get too close for comfort. It’s time to take the soft route.

Getting up there, you know.”

“Oh, right. Wait until I tell your brother it’s almost walker time. He’ll kick your ass.”

“You called him?”

She nodded. “I let him know you were home.”

“Going to tell him?”

“Yes. I don’t keep secrets of any kind from him.”

“Good. Is the pool table still in the basement?”

“Nothing’s moved, Randy. You’ll have time for a couple games before dinner.”

She listened to him whistle as he went down the steps. Wow! He was going to get a job here. Would he live here with them? Of course he would. It was his home, too-their parents left the place to both of them.

Her heart beat with a thud against her chest. Play it by ear, Jackie. Don’t get your panties in a bunch because you didn’t know it wasn’t your husband. The front door slammed. Now he’s home. She turned the oven on.

“Hey, hon.” Lenny kissed her on the cheek. “Where is he?”

“Rec room. What’d you do, run out on your patient?”

He laughed, moving a strand of hair from her face. “We were all but done when you called. I’m going to change before going down. How long ’til dinner?”

“You have time for a couple of games.” She followed him to their bedroom.

“Len…I kind of had sex with him.”

“Huh?”

“I came in from the garden, and well, I thought you’d come home early. He was bent over the laundry…well, you know me. I demanded and took. His mouth was stuck shut from half the jar of peanut he ate. I didn’t smell it until he breathed on me, then I panicked, thinking you’d lost your mind.” She knew it sounded lame, but it all came tumbling out.

He ran his hands over her arms, staring into her chocolate eyes, “It’s all right, hon.” The corners of his mouth turned up, confusing her.

“What?”

“Seems to me, I recall being the one mistaken for him one night way back when.”

“Yeah, he recalled the time, too. Still, I’m sorry.” She took his shirt to put in the laundry while he pulled a t-shirt over his head and then replaced his slacks with shorts.

“No problem, unless you didn’t enjoy yourself.”

Well, she didn’t have a chance to enjoy herself like she wanted, but her husband’s attitude wasn’t what she expected. He could have acted jealous, upset, something, considering her past with his brother.

“He’s giving up his job. He’s staying home, if he can get a job here.”

“Fantastic. It’ll be great having him around. Won’t it?” He gave her a peck on the nose. “Call us when dinner’s on the table.”

Jackie stood there for a few minutes, her mind attempting to work out his attitude.

She had a gut feeling her life was taking a turn in the growth department-one which would send her on a roller coaster ride, without the car and the safety bar.

Starting down the basement steps, Jackie wondered at the silence. She continued on down. The men stood leaning against the pool table, their backs to her.

“All right you two. What are you up to?”

Both heads turned giving her devilish but sexy smiles. “Nothing,” they said in unison.

She groaned. A living nightmare enveloped her. “Come on up, dinner’s ready.”

She didn’t wait for them but she heard them.

“Hey, me first.”

“I was here first.”

Jackie rolled her eyes, hoping this childish behavior didn’t go on for long. After washing up, they walked around the table twice, switching directions a couple of times before they sat down. She ignored them. Every time Randy came home for a visit, the same silliness went on. It was cute the first couple of times, but now, she knew they did it to get a rise out of her. Not this time. If he was going to be a permanent fixture, she had to set the tone, be the adult.

They fixed their plates, ate in silence, until Lenny spoke up. “Randy, the shark-head, won all four games. Lenny has to pay up.”

She arched a brow, picking up on the name use. They were in game mode. What would it be this time? Live in the woods without provisions for a week? Maybe have to walk the ten miles into town every day for a month, because he lost the keys to the truck? It was always something dumb. “All right, what was the bet this time?”

Randy grinned at her as he removed her silverware from her reach before he told her. “If Randy won, we’d play a game.” He gave her body a slow perusal then winked at Lenny.

“I’m not playing strip poker with you guys. You cheat.”

“Different game,” Lenny told her.

“Today’s Wednesday-you have until Friday night to figure out which one of is the man you’re married to.”

In disbelief, Jackie looked from one to the other. “You’re joking?”

“No,” they said at the same time.

All of sudden it clicked. They were dressed identically. They both held up their left hands-no rings or markings on either of their ring fingers. Not really surprising-

Lenny didn’t wear his doing yard work and such for fear of getting it caught, so it tanned like the rest of him. Oh, god, she assumed the man on her left was her husband. Lenny always sat there while they ate. Jackie stared at them, trying to think fast. She could ignore them. Or she could make them pay for involving her in one of their games. Yeah, she could do the latter.

“May I have my silverware, please? My food is getting cold.”

With caution, the twin who’d taken it handed the utensils back, but she was thinking about how she could turn this to her favor. Did she dare attempt the fantasy she’d always had? Well, not always, but since she first met Lenny.

Her stomach quivered at the memory. She and Randy were going at it in the basement, having sex on the pool table when Lenny came down looking for Randy. She saw the hunger on his face as he gawked at her breasts. He’d said something, then left.

She had liked the idea of him liking what he saw so she’d suggested they invite him to join them sometime. The idea excited him, causing him to lose his load all too soon.

The threesome never happened, but it didn’t stop the fantasies, even after she hooked up with Lenny. Randy was the wild side to Lenny’s soft, loving side. It’d be yummy to have her cake and eat it, too. However, she wasn’t comfortable approaching Lenny about the idea for fear of him thinking he didn’t satisfy her like his brother did.

The truth was, he more than took care of her. But now, well…now they had opened the door. Why not try to take them through it? Or at least foil their plan in the attempt…

She finished eating, set her plate in the sink, then told them, “When you’re finished cleaning up the kitchen, come find me.” She left them with their mouths hanging open. Guess they expected her to argue, maybe try to talk them out of it. Not this time.

They wanted her to play? Then she was going to enjoy herself.

Jackie looked up when the guys came into the living room. Letting her eyes roam over one, then the other, she grinned. “A wet t-shirt contest? Why wasn’t I invited?”

Sauntering across the room, she said, “Oh, I guess I’m the judge.” She ran a finger up their chests, flicked viewable nipples as she began to put her plan in motion.

“Mmm, I think this shirt is wetter.” Digging her nails into the material, she ripped it open, giving the chest an appreciative look.

“Yum!” She looked over at the other twin and winked. “I think this is going to take some real studying, some hands on for me to know absolutely who is who.”

She pulled the man with the ripped shirt closer and kissed the parted lips, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He tangled with her until she pulled away. Bringing Randy’s lips to hers, she ran her tongue over them. They both tasted alike-dinner. She lingered before slipping into his mouth to give her husband a moment to grasp where 146

she was going with this. Randy sucked on her tongue and pulled on a nerve deep within her, bringing hot need straight down into her clit. She pushed him away before she ruined her own intention. He certainly hadn’t lost his touch, nor had her body forgotten how he commanded it. She eyed Lenny, who watched her with no obvious clue to give away who he was. Still-she knew. Looking from his glazed eyes to the matching set of his brother, she took a step back.

Smiling, she rested the tip of her tongue on the roof of her mouth, studying the speechless boys. “I’ll be waiting.” Without hurry, she went down the hall to the bedroom, stripped, then stretched out on her stomach. Shame she didn’t have a camera recording their reaction. She hoped they’d consent to doing what they’re both best at-loving her their way, together. Her body was ready to be ravished.

With raised eyebrows, she watched the doorway, wondering where they were.

Had she ruined their plan, and hers? Or were they in the mist of their infamous rock-paper-scissor game to see who came first. If they tied. as they often did, she hoped they’d say to hell with it and both come. “Please, please, please, let both of them come,”

she prayed as she dropped her chin on the bed.

The lights went out, startling her, but then she relaxed. They were coming. The ache in her pussy grew. Her heart pounded in anticipation.

While she didn’t hear them come in, her sense of smell knew when they’d come into the bedroom, naked. She could smell their arousal. She smiled and waited. The bed dipped down near her legs. Her stomach quivered with anticipation.

“Mmm.” She moaned when they traced the sole of her feet with a fingertip. The mere anticipated touch had her tingling.

“Oh, god.” She groaned as tingles ran up her legs. Wet tongues washed over the soles of her feet, moved over her heel and trailed up her calves to the back of her knees. Her breathing quickened as they coupled the assault with feather-like touches skimmed over her thighs, teasing closer and closer to her pussy. She ached to move so fingers fell in, but whose? Tips of their tongues circled, ran along the curve of her cheeks then disappeared. She waited. What…where were they going to strike? She twitched, trembling with the unknown. They were taking forever.

Teeth grazed her butt cheeks, causing her breath caught as liquid fire surged through her. They skirted down, licking along the crease edging her thighs their breath fanning the curls covering the tunnel aching for attention. Moving her hips downward, Jackie dug her fingers into the edge of the bed. Torture, they were torturing her with slowness.

She needed to unleash her fire, their fire. She wanted them to become the lovers she knew them to be. It didn’t matter who was who. She wanted to taste, touch and feel them deep inside her-let her pussy claim their bodies. Unleash their uncontrollable need to pound her, to fill her with cum, to drive her over the edge. She wanted them to witness what she did to the other.

“Oh!” she said with quiet need as they trailed kisses up her back, along her spine, across her shoulders, down her arms, moving faster, their breathing coming out quick. A tongue swirled over her wrist, drawing groans from her, muffled by the comforter. God, Lenny knew it drove her crazy.

She pushed herself up to her knees and pulled her husband’s head to her breast.

His mouth latched on sucking with a deep hunger. Her eyes rolled from the rising need.

She grabbed Randy, taking his mouth a ferocious need. Shooting her tongue between his lips, he sucked until a deep ache screamed through her.

Pushing him away, she whispered, “Eat me.”

Jackie lay back on the bed, thrilled her husband came down with her. Randy moved between her legs and ran his tongue up from her crack to her protruding clit. Her fingers tangled in the dark hair of her husband suckling her breast as he molded and tweaked the other.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she whispered.

Randy thrust into her canal with fingers searching for her release button. He caressed it and backed off. “Oh, damn,” she whimpered. She moved her hips, trying to get him to do more. He thrust while mouthing, flicking around his magic fingers with his tongue.

“Oh, god.” Fire flamed from her breasts to her pussy. She wanted-no, needed-

raw sex. Jackie pushed Lenny from her chest, pulling away from both of her lovers long enough to position herself on all fours. She grasped his cock, licking up, down, circling, as shudders swept through her. Wrapping her lips around the head, she sucked hard, fast-hungry for the sounds her actions drew from him, hungry for the taste of his cum.

Hands slipped along her hips, gripping as hardness filled her tunnel. Shivers shimmied through her.

“Mmm,” she moaned around magnificent dick in her mouth. She slowed her mouth to rock back and forth on the shaft thrusting in and out of her. Lenny’s fingers tangled in her hair, ran over her back, pressing in as they went and he eased in and out of her mouth. She had the men where she wanted them. Finally!

“Oh, baby,” she heard as her lips met the base of his cock. He thrust, holding her as she bobbed, bringing him closer to shooting down her throat. She wanted it, needed it. The grunts from behind her said Randy was nearing the point of no return. The awkwardness of trying to give both cocks equal attention had her pressing back against Randy while she sucked with wild abandonment on Lenny’s length.

The room filled with grunts as they pounded her relentlessly. Cum hit the back of her throat and the orgasm shot through her like a rocket.

“Oh, God, Jac, you feel so good,” Randy panted as he unloaded.

Swallowing and panting, she found herself on her back before she began to calm from the aftershocks. Hands moved over her slick body, caressing. She didn’t want it to end. Hoped they didn’t think she was near finished with them. Fingers neared her pubic area and she opened her legs wider, hoping they’d take the hint.

Fingers plunged into her, causing her to buck with wild need. Randy thrust and hit her internal button. Warmth spread through her body as she came around his fingers, but instead of driving her up again as he once would do, he rubbed her pussy, slower and slower, easing her down.

Jackie stretched, asking, “Damn! How was it for you guys?” She received a swat on the hip from Randy and Lenny pushed him out of the way. He lay between her legs and ran his tongue through the cum soaking her. Her breath caught, surprised her husband stepped over his comfort zone.

“Oh, god, don’t stop,” she said, breathless yet still hot. She rose into him, his tongue bathing her, probing her tunnel, sucking her lips. Her insides were melting, tingling and she pressed against him, held still, letting the sensations mount until shudders swept over her then let him do it again, and again as she reached for Randy.

She grabbed his soft cock and began to coax him back to life. It didn’t take long.

His head lowered and she knew he watched her lick their juices from his stiffening shaft.

“Tastes so good,” she moaned. “I love it.” She slipped the head into her mouth, easing down his length as he entered her throat. Randy leaned over her, resting his hands on the bed and thrust, going deeper. She caressed his hips, reached up and twisted his nipple as she shuddered through an orgasm, coming over Lenny’s tongue.

Wow!

Immersed in erotic heaven, Jackie cupped Randy’s balls, causing him to speed up as her tongue bathed him. She could feel the veins popping as he began to harden in her hand. He shuddered and she held her tongue stuff against his shaft. He moved faster and faster and then she felt her pussy filled with hardness. Her heart fluttered at the feel of him, but she wrapped a leg around Lenny, holding him tight, not wanting him to move quite yet.

“Oh, glory to god! I’m going to shoot!” said Randy.

Her throat, her mouth filled with cum, oozing from her lips. She swallowed as fast as she could, but it kept coming. It ran down her chin and she wiped it up and rubbed it on his belly.

He stilled, his chest rising and falling with quickness. Her pussy clenched around the pulsating cock begging for action. She forced herself to be still.

Randy eased from her mouth, but she wasn’t done with him. Licking her lips, she let her patient man go to turn back on all fours. Running her tongue over Randy’s belly, she licked up his cum while her husband entered her. Randy pulled her head up when she began to suck his soft appendage and laid it on his stomach, caressing her hair.

She understood he needed time as did the cock moving in and out of her. Kissing his firm abdomen, she rose and gave her sole attention to her husband.

She rocked, loving the feel of his strong hands holding onto her as he pounded her, but then he pulled out and flipped her over so fast, she didn’t have time to adjust before he was back inside her. Crossing her ankles over his back, she held onto his biceps as they came together, slapping hips. The air filled with raspy sounds, whimpers, and guttural moans from their depths.

Sweat dripped from him onto her skin, he ground against her clit, pulled almost out, rammed her, did it again and again.

“Oh, god, oh god,” she moaned as her body tensed, hovering on the edge. “Make me fall,” she begged. He pounded her, stopped, pounded her, over and over. She could feel it, it was there, right there hanging the tip of the cliff. “Make it let go,” she whispered.

He grunted and she fell into the swirling pool. Their bodies convulsed together, familiar with each other. Lenny collapsed on her, panting near her ear. She smiled, but was too tired to do more than pry her legs from around.

Jackie opened her eyes the moment daylight streamed through the window, being the early riser in the family. She looked at the naked bodies in her bed and chuckled. Body parts draped and hung as if exhaustion outweighed comfort. Perfect, it couldn’t have been more perfect if they’d discussed it first. It’d been everything she hoped, better to be honest. She pried an arm off her leg, another off her chest and climbed from the bed to shower before starting the day.

She was out in the garden, picking beans to can and freeze when chatter had her looking over her shoulder.

“Morning, lazy-butts!” she called out.

“You’re the farmer.”

“You were raised in the country.” They stood barefoot, wearing identical black shorts, not that it mattered. She wouldn’t know who she was bantering with if they wore different colors.

“Can we help?”

All right, what were they up to now?

“Sure, you can.” She looked around to see what would be safest for her vegetables. “You can pull weeds in the corn rows. You know, the dirt path between the rows of corn.”

“Ha ha.”

“I’d put shoes and shirt on. And gloves wouldn’t hurt.”

They came down the row behind her and picked her up by her underarms, letting her feet dangle.

“Hey, guys! I’ve work to do if you want to eat this winter. Len, don’t you have to work today?”

They set her down on the patio, sandwiched between them. The one behind her moved the lose strands of the hair and started kissing her neck. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” she said about the time he started sputtering.

“Damn, it tastes like-”

“Bug spray. Part of my gardening attire.

“Okay, fine. How long before you wash it off?” the man in front of her asked.

“When the work is done.” She walked over to the ledge near the kitchen window and picked up her garden cologne. “I’ll be done sooner if you help.” They held out their arms, allowing her to spray them down. “Between the corn rows.” Smiling, she watched them take opposite sides of the twenty twelve-foot rows she planted. They got down on their hands and knees and started pulling. It was all she could do not laugh her ass off at the site of two grown men crawling around in the corn. They didn’t have to, but decided to let them punish themselves for a bit. She returned to the beans, knowing any moment they’d start to grumble.

“This is going to take a week.”

“Yeah, well, you have the softer end.”

“No, you do. Let’s switch.”

She smirked and watched them trade places, but continued on, deciding they needed to suffer a while longer, for the hell of it if for no other reason.

“Man, the weeds are cemented in.”

“Told you.”

“Trade back.”

“No.”

Jackie rolled her eyes, went over to the shed, and pulled out two hoes. Walking over to the corn, she stood for a moment eyeing their asses. She whistled and they both looked around at her. “Nice view, sexy, I call a tie at ten.” She tapped the tools on the ground. “This is what I use to weed. I’m pretty sure you were brought up to use them, too.” They all but ran to her.

Each man grabbed one, kissed her on the mouth and muttered, “Ten and a half,” as they walked away.

Laughing, she returned to the beans to finish her last row for the day.

When she reached the end of the row, she realized she hadn’t heard a peep from the guys in a while. She went along the corn until she saw them. They worked fast, having done a little over half between them, and the work was passable. Satisfied, she hauled the bushel of beans to her outdoor sink, uncovered it and started filling it with water before dumping the beans in to wash them. As it filled, she did what she often did when it was bean pickin’ day, she stripped out of the clothes and stood under the outdoor shower to wash the sweat, repellant and itch away. The cold water felt wonderful on her heated skin, caused as much from the guys’ near nakedness then the sun beating down on her. Without drying, she pulled on a smock top which once belonged her mother-in-law. It covered her ass and that was all she needed as she washed the beans and picked off the ends. She had two tubs to put them in as she did.

One for the ones she snapped for canning, the other for ones she left whole for the freezer.

“Hey, tryin’ to distract us?”

She grinned. “Get back to work.”

“I did my half.” He stood under the shower with his shorts on. “You always run around naked?”

“We’re in the country-no two-legged neighbors,” she said, watching the water run down his chest. “You’re distracting me. Why don’t you go in and turn the burner on under the black kettle?”

He came over to her, dripping, and put his arms around her. “I think you’re the distraction.”

“Mmm, think so? Well, you tell me which one you are and I might reward you special.”

“I don’t know how much more special it can get after last night.” His hand moved down over her clit, massaging it.

She melted into his fingers, swallowing the need to give him her full attention.

“What did you like best?” she managed.

“I don’t know. It was all amazing.”

She widened her stance and curled her arm around his neck as his fingers probed farther. “I have chores to finish before I can play.”

“You wash and I’ll play, then.”

He pulled her hips back against him and she leaned over the sink still attempting to do the beans, but his cock slipped in so easy she couldn’t recall if she was putting the beans in the right tubs.

“Cheat, cheat, cheat,” his brother said, coming up to them. “You had the easy side.”

“You traded.”

“You tricked me.” He stripped before stepping under the shower.

She watched him run the soap over his chest as she tried to hold onto the sink with wet hands. His cock became rigid. Running her tongue over her lips, she could almost taste him. Fingers rubbed her clit and her head fell as she came with him. She splashed water on her face. “Oh, don’t stop now,” she groaned when he pulled out.

“No worries, I’m here to save the daaaaay!” Fresh cold water dripped on her heated flesh as the rigid cock she’d been drooling over entered her.

“Oh yeah, do it hard.” He did. His fingers bit into her as he rammed her over and over. Her muscles tightened around him. “Feels so good.”

He leaned over her and bit her shoulder with gentle teeth. “Woman, I want to do this all day. Your pussy is like a fitted glove.”

His words sent her flying over the edge. He grabbed her as she saw the water coming closer to her face. “You’re so hot, baby,” he whispered against her ear.

“Oh, god,” she panted when another rush swept through her. She trembled uncontrollably.

“Nice.” He nibbled on her ear and she shivered. She grabbed onto the sink, letting her body come down.

“Thanks for not letting me drown,” she gasped.

“My pleasure.”

She moved from him, letting him ease from her. “Let me suck you off-then I have to get the beans done.” Turning around, she kissed him, long, slow and sensuous, tasting his lips before going to her knees. She ran her tongue up Lenny’s shaft, around the head back down and up-that was all the foreplay she could muster. She took his length in one movement, sucking as she moved up and down. His fingers held her head while he thrust setting the pace his need required. He swelled and she massaged his balls until the shot of cum rolled down her throat.

“Mmmm,” she moaned as he fed her a warm mid-morning snack.

She sat back on her heels when he stumbled backwards. “What, I literally blew you away?”

He laughed. “You did. Wowza!”

Jackie looked around for Randy. He stood behind her, leaning against the sink with a hard-on tenting his shorts. “As much as I want to help you out, break’s over. I have chores.” When he started to pout, she shook her head. “Inside, both of you. One of you best make sure you don’t lose your job and the other best not miss any interviews he has scheduled.”

They turned and walked toward the house, their heads hanging. “She never lets us have any fun.”

“She’s mean. Let’s run away.”

Oh my god! She rolled her eyes and went cool down under the shower before getting back to the beans.

Hours had passed, the canning was done, the beans blanched and in the freezer, a roast cooked in the oven for dinner and Jackie was tired, but content. The guys had disappeared, leaving to do her thing and she now wondered where they were as she sat out on the front stoop with a glass of lemonade. They hadn’t gone into town, because all three vehicles were still in the drive. She yawned. Most likely they were off concocting some crazy escapade for the evening.

Getting to her feet, she went to fix a bath while she had a chance. She filled the tub, lit sugar cookie candles and turned the light out. After undressing, she slipped down into the water. Laying back with her eyes closed, she allowed herself to bask in the aftermath of a fantasy come true. She’d heard the reality of them was never as good as what the mind conjured, but so far, she had to disagree. In fact, if it were possible, it had been better. The guys had totally been into it, even this morning. Now she thought about it, it seemed her plan aligned with theirs. Wow!

For Lenny to go along with this, he had to have thought it through, which meant it wasn’t spur of the moment. The little stinker, she thought as she laid a wash cloth over her eyes. A wonderful, lovable stinker whom she loved with everything she was. How it was possible to love someone more than you already did, she didn’t know, but she did.

She sighed and let herself dose.

Jackie’s internal clock went off and she pulled the plug and grabbed a towel. It was time to finish dinner, and if the man-boys weren’t around, maybe they’d show up when they smelled food. She hoped so. She hoped they weren’t playing seek and find us, though it could be fun to find them and have some hot one-on-one while the other waited to be found. Thinking about it brought up another aspect of having Randy live there. She’d like to know if it was possible for her to have a sexual relationship with him without it interfering with her marriage. Both of them were so much fun in bed, but in different ways. However, after last night, and this morning, why would he have a problem?

She dusted a little body powder on her heating body, brushed her hair out, then went to dress. The bed made her smile. Yep, Lenny had no problem sharing her with his brother. She buttoned her shorts on her way from the room.

The television was on when she entered the living room. One of the guys had stretched out on the couch with a bag of chips on his chest. His cohort sat in the recliner. Both appeared to be napping. Shaking her head, she went on into the kitchen, 159

halting a step or two through the door. Her mouth opened and closed as her eyes stung with the threat of tears. She turned to retrace her steps back to the living room, but both of the men stood there with hips cocked, thumbs sticking in their pockets. “What possessed you?”

“You,” they said together.

She walked up to them, kissed them on the cheek and hugged them together. “I love you!”

Excited, she approached the table and sniffed the Black-eyed Susan’s and fingered the soft petals of the chicory. She loved wildflowers and it touched her soul to know they’d gone out and picked them. She gazed around the beautiful table they’d set with her good stoneware. She reached for the bottle of wine, but the label was in a foreign language.

Looking over at the men, she said, “I’m not going to ask. Tonight.” She set it down. “Let me finish dinner.” Moved, she turned toward the stove. She took the roast from the oven in order to add vegetables, but they’d already added them. They had to be up to something . Oh, no! What’d they break…destroy…wreck?

She faced them. “How much is it going to cost?”

“What?” they asked.

“Whatever you damaged?”

“We didn’t, we swear.” They held up their right hands.

“We’ve been acting like boys so we wanted to make up for it.”

She tilted her head, smiling. “Not all of the time.”

“Really?” They looked at one another and high fived. “We’re half-boy, half-man.

Who’d have thunk it.” She shook her head. “Oh, sorry. No more boy.”

They’ll always be boys, she thought, but they were her boys, as they were her men. She set the roast back in the oven to finish cooking and turned around to see one of them opening the wine and pour three glasses.

Taking the glass handed her, he held his in the air. “To the loveliest, smartest and sexiest woman alive.”

“Here, here.”

They came closer to her, clinking their glasses with hers, smiling ever so sexy, their eyes holding promises she didn’t want to believe for fear it was her wistfulness.

She sipped the wine as she walked through the house to sit on the porch. Resting her feet on the porch railing, she laid her head back against the wicker chair with her eyes closed. The screen door opened but didn’t close right away, telling her they’d both come out.

No one said a word. They didn’t have to. The silence was comfortable but wired with anticipation of the night ahead, maybe. It certainly was on her part.

She glanced over at them. They leaned on the far railing, their backs to her. No doubt pondering their plans they’d been off making. Adrenalin pumped through her.

Need throbbed between her thighs and crawled through her legs, making them restless.

She needed activity to hold herself off. Getting up, she went inside to knock some balls into the pocket.

“Now that looks like dinner,” said a voice from the stairs.

Jackie looked over her shoulder. The reasons she was down here knocking balls around stood on the stairs gawking at her ass. She finished lining up the six solid for the far corner pocket and sank the ball. Then she responded, “Dinner? No. Better.” Putting the stick in the rack, she started up the stairs. She patted the ass in front of her. “Should have made this an appetizer.”

“Still can.”

“Nope, too late. Go wash up, and do it without getting soaked or making a mess.”

“Yes, Mommy,” the one she couldn’t reach with her hand said in with a boyish tone.

She crossed to the stove when they entered the kitchen, giving her attention to the transfer of dinner from pan to platter. She sliced the roast then went to set it on the table. The men sat in their chairs, hands under the table. Jackie thought it odd to see them so proper. It made her suspicious. Eying one then the other, she sat and fixed her plate, uneasy with the quiet. Any moment now, they were going to burst out with something to scare the living daylights out of her. Or wait for her to yell at them, because she couldn’t stand it. They’d win, as it was already getting to her.

Although she could feign apologetic behavior, slip down beside them and give them blow jobs to bring back the men she knew, she thought. She flexed her thighs when her pussy jumped with excitement. On the other hand, why rush it? Let’s see how long they can last.

She ate while watching them put food on their plate and eat ever so slow. The bizarre behavior was too much. After a long drink from her wine glass, she sat back.

“What are you guys doing?” she asked.

“Being perfect gentlemen.”

“More like prissy high-society spinsters at a tea,” she said then threw a piece of carrot at both of them in an attempt to get her boys back. They didn’t react like she wanted. Rather they took another bite and chewed with blank stares. “All right, enough.”

She threw more food at them.

“Food fight!” they called.

Carrots, potatoes and even the meat came at her from both directions faster than she could throw back. When the barrage ended, she saw food everywhere but on the table, even in their hair. She burst out laughing, went to sit, but missed the chair.

“Oh, god!” She lay back laughing, struggling to breathe. They came to help her up, but she tugged them down to her. “You’re going to help me clean the mess up.”

“Sure.”

They started licking potato from her chest. It wasn’t what she meant by clean up, but hey, it was more fun. She picked food from their hair, tossed it on the floor and half-heartedly protested when her shirt came up over her breasts. “I don’t think there’s food under there.”

“Have to make sure,” Lenny said, moving his mouth between her breasts. He never failed to go for them first. They were his favorite part of her body while his brother had to have her pussy first. Another point in the pro threesome column, she thought.

She lifted her hips, letting Randy remove her shorts and crawl between her legs.

“Could be something down here, too,” he said, running his tongue around her pubic area.

Sighing, she caressed Lenny’s cheek as she watched his tongue circle around her pebbled tip. He switched to the other as fingers probed her tunnel, slowly moving in 163

and out. She caressed his side with her toes driving him nuzzle in. He lapped and nibbled around his busy fingers. Her hands stretched over the floor, the pads of her fingertips pressing into the tile as she drew them back. Hands cupped her butt cheeks, holding her against his face. Shudders swept through her. Her pussy clenched.

Lenny drew her nipple deep into his mouth, causing her to arch. “This is so hot,”

she moaned as a slithering orgasm moved through her to the edge. She arched and all of sudden, they left her. “Hey?” she panted. They started cleaning up the table as well as the mess on the floor.

They looked at her. “Yeah?” Randy asked.

“Thought you wanted the mess cleaned up,” her husband added.

“I do, but…” She watched them in disbelief.

“But, what?”

“Not at the expense of what you started.”

Lenny grinned at her. “Maybe we’re ADD.”

“And you do have two hands.” Randy looked around at her from where he knelt cleaning food from the floor. “They don’t seem to be doing anything else at the moment.”

“With two sexy hunks in the house,” she said crawling over to him. She pushed him over onto his back and yanked at the snap of jeans. “I have better things to do with my hands.” She proceeded to prove it by pulling his jeans down and wrapping her fingers around his erection.

“They are quite powerful, too. I can stop your arousal, heighten it, even make you come in seconds,” she said while her hand moved over his hot shaft. She looked across the table at his brother, who stared at them. “What do you think he’d prefer?”

“I don’t know about him, but I want your mouth wrapped around my dick.”

The cock in her hand jerked. “Well, what are you doing over there?” She smiled at the man on his back. “He spoke for it first.”

In route around the table, Lenny removed his jeans.

They fell under her control and she realized she had the power to bring them to their knees, or back, as the case may be. It made her feel like she held a whip without actually having one. They were hers to master at this moment.

Spasms ran through her, forcing her to admit, the power went both ways. They shared it despite who had control now as her body reminded her by begging to ride of their delicious cocks.

She leaned over, brushing her lips across the tip of her husband’s shaft when he knelt in front of her. It bobbed. Overwhelmed with eroticism, she trembled with excitement.

“Oh, he’s a happy boy.” She swirled her tongue around the head, inhaling his musky scent. Jackie sighed then looked over at the one who didn’t dare move as long as she gripped his prize package. Randy had folded his hands under his head, watching her. She winked at him and gave him a little hand action and saw his eyes flutter. She smiled up at the lucky one in front of her.

“Be right back.” With eyes blurred with arousal, Jackie took Randy’s cock deep in her mouth, wetting it. “Mmm, yum,” she said. Gripping it, she started jacking him then turned back to the patient man. He’d moved closer which helped her to handle both of them with more ease. She mouthed the reddening length, her own arousal demanding attention, but she wanted to care for her men first.

Enveloping the cock, she sucked, moving her hand in time with her head. Lenny stilled her, his breathing shaky as he thrust between her lips. She felt hips rise off from the floor, his legs move out. Both of her boys were getting close. She tilted her head to see Randy. He watched her through the slits of his eyes, his chest moving with labored breathing. She sucked, faster, deeper. Alternating groans filtered around the room.

Stopping her hand at the base of his cock, she tightened, holding him off. Pre-cum flowed around her tongue and she sucked hard, slow and moved his hip hinting he could go ahead and pump her. A guttural moan escaped him as he grabbed her head, spurting with each thrust before he stilled, jerking with aftershocks. She swallowed and sucked until he eased out. Running her tongue over him, she cleaned him up before he fell back on the floor, panting.

Hungry for more, Jackie took Randy’s raging hard-on into her mouth. He bucked, air swooshing from his lungs. Sucking, she loosened her fingers and cupped his balls.

They were rock solid. She lowered wrapping her lips around one. His musky scent intoxicated her, urging her to run her tongue over it, circling until his thighs tensed. His hips rose and fell, she sucked as he moved between her fingers.

“I’m going to lose it,” he announced.

She switched to the other testicle, moved her mouth over it like a lollipop. He groaned and his body jerked, shaking. Grinning, she ran her tongue up his shaft, watching him shoot cum over his six-pack. “Look what you did.”

“Look what you made me do.”

“I did that. Well, I was taught to clean up my messes.” She swallowed his cock, sucked on it, setting off tremors.

“Damn, Jac!” he breathed.

She moved up and licked across his abdomen, following a pearly white stream.

He quivered at her touch and caressed her as she sucked and lapped, cleaning him up.

Memories of days when they’d goof around with different sex play flooded her and she didn’t stop when there was nothing more to clean up. Licking, sucking his rock hard nipples, she felt his hand run over her body and reach under and grab a breast, mold it, pull on the tip, then he went lower and plunged into her pussy. “Ah,” she moaned and moved against him.

A hand massaged her foot and she sat back on her heels, checking herself to be sure she stayed within the realm of the game until such time it was an agreeable change. She ran her tongue over her lips.

“Wow, best dinner I’ve ever had. Thanks, guys.” She got to her feet. “Rest up, you’ll need it,” Jackie told them as she began to clean up the food mess.

“Haven’t you figured out who your husband is yet?”

“Why? Not having fun, boys?” she asked as she removed the tablecloth, picked up her clothes, and put them in the laundry room. “Bored with your sex toys?”

“Man, if I could move…”

“Same here-she drained me.”

Jackie ignored them and started to wash up the dishes. When she finished and had everything wiped down, she grabbed the mop and bucket with the intention of mopping the floor. “You’d better not be sleeping over there?”

“No, resting up.”

“Go shower, I need to mop,” she said as she let water run in the bucket.

“I think I’m stuck to the floor.”

She started on the sink side of the kitchen and worked her way over to them. She nudged their bodies with her mop. They didn’t budge.

“Human floor decor would make an interesting conversation piece come Thanksgiving.” She mopped around them. “Not quite sure Aunt Edna’s heart could handle such modern art. However, I’m sure Uncle Fred would put his off-color humor to work.” She held out a hand to Lenny. “On the other hand, you might expel an offensive odor by then.” He grabbed onto her wrist and she yanked him up.

He held his hand down to his brother. “Come on before she mops over you.”

“Go, shower, and save some hot water for me,” she told them.

They left her to finish up. then she fixed them some soup and grilled cheese to eat while she showered.

She scrubbed her hair to remove the food, pondering the question put to her. Of course she knew at times who her husband was. Lenny played with her tongue while Randy sucked it, but were they tired of the game? Were they ready to get back normal?

Rinsing the shampoo away, she tried to work through the twinge of pain stabbing her heart at the thought neither might be interested in carrying on in some manner. Washing up, she thought the way to find out for sure was to answer their question and let them know what she wanted.

When she emerged from the bedroom in her bathrobe after only blow drying her hair and scenting her body, she sat in the recliner instead of on the couch between them. They patted the empty space, but she shook her head. “So, seriously guys. What were you expecting with this twin game?”

“Pretty much what happened, but-”

“We thought you’d play along, have a little fun and this morning knock our heads together.”

“I did have fun. I want to have more fun.” The surprise on their faces was priceless. “Before we get into that…” She walked over, kissed the nearest man, gave him her tongue and stopped him from trying to pull her down to his lap. She walked over, picked up the left hand of the brother, took her husband’s wedding ring from her pocket and slipped it on his finger. “Don’t remove it around your brother again.”

“How did you know?” Lenny asked.

She sat down, holding his hand. “You may be identical twins, but you don’t share the same passion in bed.” She inclined her head toward Randy. “You both have tell-tale qualities.” Jackie didn’t dare give them specifics, it’d be like them to try to fool her by switching up on her.

“So you knew all along?” Randy asked.

“Most of the time.”

Lenny put his arm around her and asked, “What’s this about you wanting to have more fun?”

“Since you two didn’t seem to have a problem sharing, I don’t see why it can’t go on. Of course, not every night. I do need nights with my husband,” she said, reaching up to kiss him. “I’d also like nights with my lover.” She gave him a moment to absorb this last part.

He looked around at his brother and grinned. “Told you.”

“You don’t have a problem with me screwing your brother while you’re in the next room?”

“Why should I? He’s not better than me. Besides, I need to sleep tonight. I can’t pawn the patients off onto Scott again tomorrow.”

“Am to better than you,” Randy dared.

Jackie smacked his leg. “No you’re not. You’re different, wilder, crazier. The differences which will make it work.” Lenny hugged her and she reached for the remote and turned the television on. “CSI is coming on.”

“I haven’t watched it in a long time, but I heard Sara is returning to the show,”

Randy said.

“Yeah, finally someone to look at again,” Lenny told him.

“Missed her sexy little smile, did you?” Jackie asked as she entwined her fingers with his and laid her head on his shoulder. She drew her legs up and rubbed Randy’s thigh with her toes.

“We’ll leave it at that,” he said, kissing her head.

Randy reached under the robe and caressed, massaged her leg for a while, then moved over her thigh. She tried to concentrate on the show, keep her breathing even, but then he slipped his fingers through her pussy. She bit down on her bottom lip to hold back the groan, but he massaged her anus with the wetness.

“Mmm,” she moaned before she could muffle it. Snuggling closer to Lenny, she tried to keep the growing arousal under control, but he probed, working the rim. It’d been so long, more than ten years, since she’d had anal. There was no lube in the house, unless he had some, but if he didn’t and didn’t let up, she wasn’t going to care.

Lenny ran his hand over her head and kissed her as his bother continued to work her loose and she found herself squeezing his fingers.

“Randy, stop torturing my wife.”

“Oh, no torturing, right, Jackie?”

“Only the sweetest kind. You better have some KY in your room.”

“Just for you.”

She looked up at her husband, “Baby, are you sure this is good for you?”

“I’m good with it, promise. Go have fun.” He let her hand go.

She kissed him and stood, took Randy by the hand and all but dragged him to his room. Jackie laughed when she saw the pile of condoms and a large tube of lubricant.

“You guys had this planned, didn’t you? He knew you were coming home to stay, didn’t he?” she asked, picking up a hand full of condoms and setting them aside.

“Of course,” he told her while pulling her robe from her body.

She lay on her stomach and he ran his hands over her calves, massaging as he moved up. His teeth grazed her butt cheeks.

“Damn Randy, skip foreplay. You need to finish what you started.” She heard him open a condom, then the snap and ooze pop of the tube. She shuddered, her body more than ready, despite the years.

Massaging the lube in, he inserted multiple fingers and rubbed her back as he moved them in and out.

“You’re so tight,” he told her.

“Like a virgin. You’re the only one to do this with me.”

“Honored,” he said.

She swallowed hard on the lump forming due to the emotion in his voice. “Randy, do it like old times.” He pulled her hips up, rubbed the head of his cock against her, pushing in as she pressed back. She tried to let him control, but it felt too wonderful.

When he was in all the way, he held her still, letting her adjust while he massaged her clit. “Oh, do it. I’m past ready.”

He thrust, testing and when she moved with him, he gave it his all. He slammed into her and she rose on her hands taking it, matching him. “Yeah, oh, yeah,” she mumbled. “Harder.” Randy’s balls slapped against her and she felt the base of his cock swell. It excited her more. “Faster.”

“Feels so good, Jac,” he gasped.

He rocked her hips back, stopped, pulled out the edge, rammed into her and over, driving her up fast. “Yes! Oh, god, don’t stop…don’t stop…good,” she said, her eyes closed as she envisioned his cock flying in and out of her ass. “So hot…oh, Randy…not yet…not ready,” she panted when she felt the twinge of current of his nearness.

He rubbed her back, reached around and molded her breasts, ran his hands down her abdomen and into her pussy. “You’re so wet.”

His body jerked, but he didn’t move. He shoved his fingers in her canal. “Oh god.” She couldn’t help it, she rocked against him and he groaned. Pounding her, she heard him swear in some foreign language and he convulsed against her as he came.

He lay over her, breathing heavy as aftershocks took him through a spiral of moans.

She lowered to the bed and he rolled off, and turned her over. “Woman, nothing’s changed with you,” he said as he removed the condom and climbed between her legs 172

“Your body just begs to be had.” He licked up her slit, his breathing heavy on her wet heat. Tingles swept over her. She sighed. He swirled and dipped in, his tongue flicking her tunnel walls. She caressed his head as he tapped her clit with a finger. Her breath caught. He laved the little nub before closed his lips around it, sucking and pulling. She arched. “Fantastic,” she whispered as he seemed to sear her as she headed to the peak.

She dug her heels into the bed, his back, pressing into him. He cupped her ass and held her as he went back and forth, eating her swollen flesh and teasing the orgasm trying to burst through the tip of the button holding it in. He blew on it, circled it with his tongue, closed over it, and sucked so hard, her breathing stopped. She clawed at the bedding, his head and a deep, soulful moan rumbled out as she fell off the ledge.

She shuddered and lifted higher into him as he drew on her clit as if he couldn’t get the little piece of fruit through the straw. She grabbed his head, holding him against her.

“Oh, god!” She crossed her legs over him, uncrossed them, digging them into his back. “God, Randy,” she gasped. He lapped around her canal and came after her clit again. “Damn!” She spiraled and convulsive shakes claimed her. He nipped her, mouthing the sensitive nub until she stilled. Unable to move, to speak, she saw him move, come closer through the blur. He kissed her forehead, her nose, and her cheeks.

Yeah, she had heaven on earth, her own special kind of angels, she thought as she felt her body float way.

“Wait until I recover,” she murmured.