At first she considers the situation unusual, but as time goes by, she falls in love with both of them and gets used to the lifestyle. The two men love and worship her, and she knows there will be no turning back.
But will their love stand the test of time?
He pulled open his desk drawer, pulled out an envelope, and passed it to her.
“Before you open it, I want to be sure that you’re really serious about this position.
“I had my doubts, but of course I’m serious. That’s why I accepted it.”
“You understand that everything that takes place in this office is confidential, don’t you?”
“There is a young lady who has embezzled seven point five million dollars from a company where she used to work and has disappeared into thin air. We want you to find her.”
Caroline stared down at the envelope.
“Go ahead and open it,” he said. “There are two photographs in there. The young lady in question used to be a bank employee, and her boyfriend is some kind of an artist here in the city. Your duty is to befriend him and get as much information as you can. We want to know where she is. It’s possible that he knows more than he’s letting on.”
“What are you asking me to do? To sleep with him?” she shouted, a shocked expression on her face.
“Do whatever you have to do to get the information.”
“I don’t know if I can do this.”
“Think it over. You’ve got the weekend. If you don’t think you’re professional enough to carry out your duties, I’ll find someone else who will.”
Caroline opened the envelope and stared at the photo of the young woman. Her mouth became dry, and she could not comprehend the bitter taste pervading her tongue.
She stared down at the woman’s photo, before lifting it to see the man’s photo. She knew deep in heart that she would see Simon’s face. There was a photo of Jeanine and also one of Simon. Her heart raced and the sweat gathered under her arms, and she shifted uneasily in her chair. What the hell was she going to do? She was now caught in the middle of this conundrum. She had fallen in love with Simon, and now she was being asked to spy on him.
She finally looked at the second photo, and it felt as if her world had fallen apart, as it had.
“Are you all right?” Jacob asked.
“I’m fine. Just a little tired.”
“You’ve got the weekend to mull over this. I’ve got faith in you, and I know you won’t let me down.”
* * * *
Instead of heading toward Simon’s place as promised, she found herself sitting on the seven-o’ clock train, on the way back to the little town in the suburbs.
Simon glanced at his watch, and then stared at the painting on the easel. It was almost finished. She looked perfect, and he was in love with her. He would take her out to dinner to let her know how he really felt about her, even though he knew she was aware of his feelings for her. He glanced at his watch, walked over to the window, and looked out. It was dark outside, but there was no sign of her walking up the street. He called her cell phone, and it went directly to voice mail. Something was not right, he thought. He moved back to his easel and put the finishing touches on the face of the woman he deemed the most beautiful on earth. He had to face the fact that he was smitten by her, but wished she was something other than a cop, because it was a dangerous profession. She was too beautiful, too delicate to be involved with thugs and criminals. But where was she? He waited for half an hour and called her number once more. This time she answered.
“Where are you?”
“I was waiting for you. You said you would be here after work.”
“I was too tired.”
“Too tired to let me know you couldn’t make it?”
“I’ll call you tomorrow,” she replied, disconnecting the call.
He stared at her portrait. She wasn’t her usual jovial self. He had to find out what was on her mind. He changed his clothes and ran out to the confectionery and bought her an expensive box of chocolates. From her tone, he knew she needed buttering up, and what better way than with a box of delicious chocolates? Thirty minutes later, he pulled up in the driveway and parked behind the two cars already there. After taking the steps two at a time, he rang the doorbell, and could hear her footsteps hurrying to the door. Hiding behind the door, he stuck the box of chocolates out. She was dressed in a pair of shorts and a blouse tied in a knot at the front, the picture of untamed sexual desire, and he wanted her.
“What are you doing here, Simon?” she asked, pushing her head around the door.
“I waited for you all day. Can you imagine my disappointment when you didn’t show up?”
“You shouldn’t have come,” she said in an offhanded manner.
“You wouldn’t understand,” she shouted, stepping to the side and allowing him to enter.
“Then explain it to me. Tell me what’s going on. I’m the one who opened my heart to you. Tell me, Caroline.”
“I’m so confused. I’m not who you think I am.”
“Then tell me who you are,” he said, a look of confusion on his face. “I opened my heart to you. I have almost made it over the bridge. Just a few more steps and I’ll be there. Help me to get over the other side safely,” he pleaded.
She stared up at him with tears in her eyes. He was in love with her.
“You must know that I love you. I had a beautiful evening planned for the two of us. Does it have anything to do with Chris?” he asked, walking over and taking her hands in his. “I thought we had something special.”
Chris Banning climbed out of the taxi and, spotting the strange black car in the driveway at that time of the morning, climbed the steps and quietly opened the door. The noises he heard were not those of distress, but rather combined sounds of animalistic growls and soft whimpers of pleasure. He placed his suitcase beside the sofa and walked quietly down the hallway. Caroline’s bedroom door was open, and he stood in the doorway as if hypnotized. What he was witnessing caused his cock to swell in his trousers. Two long years he waited, only imagining what she looked like, and this morning, there she was on view for him. Her legs were parted and Simon’s cock was embedded deeply inside her, leaving only his nuts clinging to the entrance. He started a slow walk in the direction of the bed and observed Simon as he lifted her by the waist, propelling her up and down on his thick piece of flesh. When the floor creaked beneath his feet, Simon opened his eyes and looked directly into Chris’s face.
“Don’t move,” Simon whispered in Caroline’s ear, tightly wrapping one arm beneath her breasts.
Simon watched as Chris, sinuously moved up the bed until he was inches away from the action. He weighted Caroline’s thighs down with his arms and spread her nether lips with his thumbs. As he stared at the eroticism of the scene before him, Chris’s cock twitched behind his trousers. He licked his lips as he gazed at Caroline’s two big, creamy packages of pleasure that were still jiggling, the nipples pert and crimson. Her clit was throbbing and her cream adorned the root of Simon’s cock. Chris settled in for the kill, his tongue dancing on her nub of pleasure. She threw her head back onto Simon’s shoulder, and cried out, her screams edged with delirium. Chris moved down to the junction where she and Simon were joined together, and licked them both until there wasn’t a trace of her cream left.
“Oh, Simon,” she rasped. “That’s so good.”
“I know, baby,” Simon growled, staring down at Chris’s head.
She attempted to move again, but Simon tightened his grip around her midriff, watching as Chris’s expert tongue wrapped around them both. She couldn’t believe the amount of self-control Simon was exhibiting. Oh, how she wanted to feel him moving inside her again, but she knew she had to practice restraint because he wasn’t wearing any protection.
“It feels so good, Simon. I want to…”
“Don’t move,” he whispered. “I’m not wearing a condom.”
It suddenly dawned on Caroline that if Simon was whispering in her ear, he couldn’t be licking her too. She opened her heavy-lidded eyes and looked down only to see Chris’s head embedded between her thighs, devouring her. She turned to look at Simon, and he nodded.
Still fully clothed, Chris set out on an exploratory path. Caroline’s body stiffened as that magical tongue flicked back and across her clit, sending her into pleasure overload.
“Oh god,” she cried out. “More. A little harder.”
Holding her by her waist, Simon raised her up and down, propelling her on his cock until she was on the verge of exploding.
“Come, baby,” he implored.
Chris was not letting up. He refused to relinquish her piece of delicate flesh.
“Lose control, baby,” Simon whispered. “Let yourself go.”
She spread her legs even wider, shame or embarrassment playing no part in the equation. All she could think about was the pleasure that was being meted out to her. The battle was between self-control and ecstasy, as Chris raised himself to his knees, licking, sucking, and washing her warm cleft with his broad, rough tongue, each lick causing her moans and groans to permeate throughout the home. The blood raged inside her head, her heart threatened to jump from her chest, and her body throbbed with need. She stared down at Chris’s head, unable to look away, and she didn’t dare move for fear of Simon exploding inside her. Tremors wrapped around her like a cocoon and the explosions reached the far corners of her being, prompting the scream that escaped from her lungs. The orgasm burst upon her like a volcanic eruption, plunging her into an abyss of unrivaled passion and ecstasy, and she screamed like an alley cat.
On the upward stroke, Simon’s shaft, still hard and ready for action, slipped out, coated in her cream and bobbing before Chris’s face. Now gazing directly into her sweetness, Chris impaled her with two fingers, moving them in and out, and filling the void that had been left behind by Simon’s cock.
“Simon,” she called out. “Oh, Chris.” She threw her head back, and Simon thrust his hot tongue between her lips.
Simon never looked away from the action, and his cock grew steadily harder. Finally releasing her clit, Chris stared at Simon’s erection bobbing and weaving before his nose. With his fingers still embedded inside Caroline’s wet channel, he turned his attention to Simon’s swollen shaft. He stared at it as if in a daze, and, like a hungry omnivore, took it into his mouth, nibbling on the head while his audience of two stared down as he swallowed Simon’s thickness. Not since his experimenting days in university had Simon experienced anything like it, and he had to admit that it felt good. He lay back and allowed Chris to pleasure him.
“Yes, the head,” he said in a hushed tone, resting his head against the headboard. “Oh god, the head. Make me come.”
Simon was hanging on the edge, just barely hanging on. Chris’s cheeks turned into two deep hollows as he continued to devour him, and realizing Caroline’s clit was being neglected, Simon caressed it with long, lazy circles, while Chris continued to pleasure her with two fingers.
“Ahhhh!” a growl escaped Simon’s lips. “Ahhhhhh!”