“What?” Terence asked in disbelief at what Jimmy had just explained to him. He hadn’t had enough to drink to have not heard him correctly.
Jimmy and Terence were sitting at a booth toward the back of the Tipsy Tavern. The table was chosen so the two wouldn’t be overheard too much. Both had a beer in front of them, Terence’s from a long-neck, and a draft was what Jimmy had chosen.
“It’s true.” Nodding toward the group of five men, his own ranch hands, Jimmy explained quietly, “They are married to the manager, the lady behind the bar. My sister is married to two men. There are almost a dozen poly relationships in the area.”
“But they are illegal.”
“Yes. That’s why we keep it on the down-low. The woman marries one of the men, usually the oldest, and then they have a binding ceremony to bind her to the rest of them.” Jimmy smiled. “There are only three families who have more than two men in them.”
“How does a woman keep up with five men?” Terence asked as he looked over at Erin Masters behind the bar.
“They work it out. They are my men, and they are like brothers. It was said they all fell in love with her the minute they saw her. Instead of fighting among themselves, they chose to woo her together.” Jimmy’s men were one of the reasons he had to get out of the pit of misery that he had settled himself into. “Some of the families have lawmen in them, firefighters, paramedics, men from different backgrounds.”
Terence looked back at Jimmy, still in what looked to be shocked. “So, if I said yes to your proposal, how do we go about getting Amanda?”
Ah, the man’s interest was piqued, Jimmy thought. He took a drink of his beer, letting the bitterness spark his taste buds.
“I met up with Amanda, quite by accident, yesterday afternoon. She has a secret, but that’s her story to tell. I can tell you that she is interested in you, and me. However, with the secret, she doesn’t have a lot of time to herself, or at least that’s what she is telling herself. My thoughts are, if you are interested, we go after her and show her that she will have time for romance.” Jimmy thought about Amanda’s predicament. “She could also use help in her life that will allow her to have a normal life again.
“I wouldn’t know the first thing about being in a ménage.” Terence was going to take some convincing, and that was the first step. After that, they would work on Amanda.
“I have arranged for my sister’s husbands to meet with us tomorrow afternoon. They’re on duty tonight, but they said they could meet with us at their house. Lily can help answer questions from a woman’s point of view also.”
Terence was still looking at Jimmy as if he had lost his mind, but at least he hadn’t run yelling and screaming into the night.
Erin arrived at their table, a plate of nachos in her hand. After setting the dish on the table, she smiled at Jimmy. “Here you guys go. Do you need more beers?” she asked cheerfully.
“I’ll have one more,” Jimmy responded.
Holding up a hand, Terence declined. “I’m working tonight, so I’ll have a soda.”
“Okay. Will be right back.”
The change in Erin since her ordeal last year was remarkable. Before, she was all business, not holding hardly any conversation with anyone, especially her men. Now, she was friendly, surer of herself. It was amazing how degraded and demoralized a domestic violent relationship could be to a person. It was almost as if she was a new person.
As she walked away, Terence observed, “She seems happy.”
“She is. Now.” Jimmy knew it was all right to share her story. Besides, her former boyfriend had just been convicted of murder in the first degree for the death of his mother, attempted murder of his father, holding Ruth hostage, and several counts of abuse. Paul Green would not see the light of day outside prison again. “She too pushed her men away. There were secrets she hid also. It wasn’t until she landed in the hospital that she gave into my ranch hands. They’re all really happy now.”
Horror blanketed Terence’s face. “Amanda’s not being abused, is she?”
Jimmy shook his head. “No. Nothing like that. She’s had it hard for the past seven years and has made the best of it. But she’s lonely. I want her to be happy, and I believe if we work together, we’ll win her over. It’ll take a lot of patience and understanding.”
The two picked off the platter of chips, melted cheese, and other items adorning the dish.
“Are you sure she’ll be up to me joining in?” Terence asked before slipping a chip into his mouth.
“When we spoke yesterday, she was concerned about your feelings. I told her I would take care of it. I think she might have been afraid I was going to hurt you.” Jimmy had seen the moment of fear in Amanda’s deep blue eyes when he had told her he’d take care of Terence. He had to contain the chuckle that wanted to escape that she would think he would hurt someone.
“Does she know about these relationships?” Terence asked before biting into another chip.
“Yes. She’s been around the hospital enough in the past three years or so to see them happening. So far, most people have been accepting of them.” Jimmy took a drink and then leaned forward. “I wasn’t in a good place to start a relationship until a few months ago. But I did get to observe people. What I saw was that men seemed to outnumber women around here. If the men work together to make a woman happy, then where’s the harm?”
Terence paused for a moment, as if pondering Jimmy’s logic.
After pushing his slacks down his muscled thighs, Amanda pulled his briefs away from him in the front. Clearing his cock, she pushed those down around his thighs and reached out for him. He stepped closer to her, his breath already ragged as he continued to look down at her.
His cock was beautiful. Long and thick in its aroused state, it rose out of the blond curly thatch in a V away from his body. It was pale like the parts of Jimmy that didn’t get kissed by the sun. The blue vein that ran up the length of him was pronounced as were the smaller ones that branched out from it. Purplish-red was the mushroomed head, the color reminding Amanda of a child throwing a temper tantrum. Crowning the top of this work of art was a drop of manly dew.
His sac was large, hanging low between his legs. Looking at him, she found he rivaled any of the statues she had seen in books and shows with museum pieces in them.
Tentatively, Amanda leaned in and licked at the drop of precum. She savored it in her mouth and found that, even though it was a tangy salty flavor, it wasn’t bad.
Jimmy’s cock had bounced against the bottom of his shirt when she had tasted him, and now, he was pulling the gray cottony material up out of the way. She had to stifle a giggle when she got an image of her neighbors watching Jimmy leave with white splotches on his shirt.
Opening her mouth wide, she engulfed the head of his dick, reveling in the feel of his cock throbbing against her chin. She reached up and felt his sac. It was heavy and warm, big like the rest of him.
Amanda held just the soft head of him in her mouth and ran her tongue around him several times before she began to slide her lips down the length of him. It hurt her mouth as she took him to her throat, for her mouth hadn’t been that stretched before, and she knew this was something she would have to get used to.
When he struck her throat, she nearly gagged and pulled back until she was caressing just the head of him again with her lips. Trying again, she knew what to expect, so she didn’t go as far down on him.
Jimmy sank his hand into her hair as his ragged breathing could be heard above her. He adjusted his stance, causing his prick to move. She resituated herself and took him deep.
After several passes, she was beginning to get used to the feel in her mouth, and she found she was enjoying it. At work, she had heard some of the women talk about how they hated to give blow jobs. Perhaps, Amanda thought now, it was because they didn’t love the person they were giving it to.
Finding a rhythm, Amanda bobbed her head up and down as she pleasured Jimmy. Gasps and moans began to fill the garage as she could tell something was about to change.
His balls drew up tight while his cock seemed to grow rounder in her mouth. He splayed his hands at the crown of her head and began to thrust himself into her mouth, controlling the action. All at once, his jism began to spurt into her mouth, and she tried her best to drink it down, but knew she had let some escape her lips.
He stopped thrusting but held himself in her mouth, releasing his hold on her head. What had begun as her servicing him turned into him taking his pleasure.
She let her gaze slide up his torso. His eyes were closed yet clinched. His mouth was open in a silent cry.
It was about a minute before Jimmy began to move. He looked down at her, his blue eyes dark with his passion. A concerned look crossed his features as he pulled his dick from her mouth. He knelt down to face her.
“I’m so sorry, baby girl. I got carried away and put too much pressure on you. Can you forgive me?”
She was confused. “What do you mean by pressure?” she asked, her lips feeling a bit funny from being stretched out.
He reached out, wrapped a hand around the nape of her neck, and drew her closer to his face. Laying his forehead against hers, she found the gesture sweet and endearing.
“I wanted you to go at your own pace. It was your ball game, and I just moved in and took over. Did I hurt you?” he asked, his voice cracking a little.
“You didn’t hurt me,” she replied, a touch angry. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Jimmy. I loved it when you took control. It was manly and sexy as hell. I wouldn’t change a thing.”
A sigh emanated from him, revealing his relief. Before he could say anything, Terence’s voice sounded from behind her. “It was absolutely hot to watch, and I wouldn’t mind having a go at it myself.”
She didn’t take her eyes off Jimmy as she reminded him, “I meant what I said. It was magnificent. I just need to get used to my mouth being stretched out so much.”
“We can give you lots of practice then, my love,” Jimmy whispered, his endearment bringing tears to her eyes.
Amanda didn’t know what she had done to be so lucky to have two men love her.
Jimmy leaned in and planted a kiss on her lips before instructing lightheartedly, “Now, go take care of your other lover.” His hand disappeared from her neck as he stood.
Smiling, Amanda turned to Terence, who had removed his coat also. His tie had been loosened at his neck and the first couple of buttons undone.