[Ménage Amour: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, public exhibition, light bondage, HEA]
Annika Sandstrum works as a translator for Norwegian oil baron Sven Borg. He’s too gorgeous for words, and being her boss, he’s definitely not dating material. When she travels to the US with him on business, she meets American cowboy businessman Joshua Riggs. Her will to resist fades and taboo passion explodes.
Reason is telling Annika that an affair with her boss is a broken heart just waiting to happen, but when he turns on the charm, her will to resist vanishes. When Joshua adds his own special seduction to the mix, Annika finds herself embroiled in forbidden passion she never thought herself capable of.
Annika agrees to the ménage a trois affair, but only if they can all agree to end it once all the business matters are settled. Can her love for two men be turned off as easily as a light switch? Will her heart be shattered, or has she found permanent love with two men?
A Siren Erotic Romance
My God, they’re handsome.
Annika stopped dead in her tracks, looked down at the floor for a breath-held moment in a desperate attempt to gather tight rein on her emotions and promised herself that she’d never again harbor for even a second a thought regarding the aesthetics of either Sven or Joshua. Despite the fact that they were both the most drop-dead handsome, even drop-panties gorgeous, men she’d seen in years, she wouldn’t allow herself so much as a fleeting thought regarding the possible pleasures of even a short-term affair.
Stop it! Stop it! Are you trying to commit professional suicide? One’s your employer and the other is a possible client, which means both of them are permanently on your do-not-have-sex-with list.
She crossed the large room, trying not to notice, but noticing just the same, the ostentatiously masculine wood-and-leather furniture, the aroma of pine and cedar, and the comfortable “this is a man’s place” ambience. She half-wondered whether she should apologize for entering such a shrine to manly comforts.
“I’ve made it standard,” Joshua said as he dipped the long-handled, slender silver spoon into the glass and swirled the contents around, mixing it properly. “Not too strong and not too weak. Let me know your druthers, and I’ll custom-make the next one to your preferences.”
She caught a whiff of his cologne. It was unfamiliar to her but very pleasing. She sniffed again, but this time the act was noticed by Joshua. Annika felt herself blush a little.
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to offend. That’s very nice cologne you’re wearing.” She tilted her head up to gaze into his eyes, hoping desperately that she neither sounded nor looked as interested as she actually was. “Might I inquire as to what it is?”
Joshua shrugged his broad shoulders. “It might be unusual where you come from, but not here. It’s called Old Spice. Nothing fancy.”
“Perhaps not,” she replied, “but it fits you in a very nice way.”
She felt the immediate rush this time, an embarrassed heat that went through her veins in an instant. She turned away from Joshua, hoping against the odds that he hadn’t seen her discomfort, wishing for the impossible in that maybe he hadn’t heard or understood the subtle intimacy in what she’d just said.
She walked all the way across the room to the windows and looked out, feeling her skin tingling as it cooled after the explosive heat of embarrassment that had surged through her veins. She sipped her cocktail, thought its flavor to be just slightly better than heavenly, then took a second and third sip. When she looked in the window, she saw in the reflection of Joshua and Sven standing behind her, the two of them now close together near the fireplace, each with one elbow resting jauntily up on the mantle.
They’re like lions in their prime.
The thought prompted a smile from Annika. Yes, she decided, young lions full of strength, courage, and virility. But that also meant that they had a pride of beautiful, young lionesses to satisfy their sexual urges. Annika knew that Sven had more than a few women who were all too willing to meet him anytime, anyplace, without any expectations of obligation or permanence. Unconditional sex and a few laughs were all that Sven wanted in a woman, and that just wasn’t enough for Annika. She refused to be any man’s occasional lover, just as she refused to have casual sex with men no matter how gorgeous, wealthy, and charming they might be. She’d seen too many women supplicate themselves to powerful men, and Annika was surrounded by powerful men on a daily basis.
The door opened, and an elderly man in his seventies stepped into the room. He wore the standard livery of domestic help, though he had the gnarled hands of a man who’d spend the bulk of his long life astride a horse with a lariat in his hands.
“Mr. Joshua, sir, your dinner is ready,” the butler said.
“Thank you, Monty,” Joshua replied. Then, to Annika, he said, “Can I freshen your drink before we go to the dining room?”
Annika shook her head. Her body was too receptive to the seductive charms of Joshua and Sven, and she didn’t want the inhibition-reducing effects of alcohol making her any more vulnerable than she already felt.
Each man stood with a cocktail glass in one hand, and an unbelted robe hanging from his shoulders. Sven, wearing the loose-fitting boxers, had a long cock angling out through the gaping fly. Joshua, in boxer-briefs, had an erection tenting the cotton.
In a slightly tremulous whisper, Annika said to Joshua, “Let it out.” She closed her eyes briefly as a wave of lust washed over her. “I want to see it.”
Joshua pushed his underwear down to the tops of his thighs. His cock, quite rigid though not yet fully erect, angled out away from his body.
“I seem to have,” Annika whispered, her gaze dancing from one cock to the other, “an embarrassment of riches.” The men simultaneously stepped closer, and Annika reached for them, wrapping her fingers around the shafts of both cocks. She felt them throb in her hands, rapidly growing to their full stature. “I might be out of commission, but you men obviously aren’t. However, I think you’ll still find me, um, fun to be around.”
She sank slowly to her knees, with Joshua slightly to her right and Sven slightly to her left. She stroked the cocks, working her hands from the plump crowns all the way down to the bases, then back up again. It was almost surreal for Annika to be watching her own hands caressing two cocks simultaneously. Her mouth watered in anticipation of the feast before her, but she did not act immediately on her desires.
I’ve never really liked giving blow jobs, but just the thought of sucking on Sven and Joshua makes my pussy wet. What’s gotten into me...besides these two magnificent cocks?
She kissed the head of Sven’s cock, smacking her lips against it several times before letting her tongue snake out to moisten the taut flesh. This was the first time in her life she’d ever been on her knees to suck a man while he stood, and she discovered that she rather liked her lovers towering over her. There was something dominating in their stance, and something submissive in her posture, that made her clit burn with a forbidden D/s desire.
When she pushed her lips over Sven’s knob to take it completely into her mouth, he groaned softly. Annika put her tongue in motion against the underside, and she felt the crown pulse hotly, the shaft growing fractionally thicker and harder.
She took him in and out of her mouth a dozen times before turning her attention to Joshua and repeating the process. As she sucked, Annika’s head was spinning dizzily at the confusing reality that she was giving blow jobs to two men at the same time—and loving every second of it.
Earlier, when she’d taken first Sven’s cock into her pussy, then Joshua’s, she hadn’t had them simultaneously. First one had fucked her, and then the other bent her at the waist and took her from behind. The climaxes she experienced were magnificent, but she wasn’t with the men at the exactly same time.
Tonight I had the cum of these two men in my pussy at the same time. Soon I’ll have their cum in my stomach at the same time. What in hell has happened to me?
While sucking on Joshua’s cock, she stroked Sven’s saliva-moistened shaft. On a whim, with her left hand she reached down and, easing her fingers into the leg hole of her cotton teddy, she touched the lips of her pussy. She felt the slick cream of her excitement on her labia, and when she touched her clit, felt an almost electrical charge of lust go through her. The soft, feminine moan she heard surprised her because she was the one who made the passionate sound. Under the tutelage of Sven and Joshua, Annika was discovering that she was, in fact, a passionate woman.
I’ve got a cock in my mouth, another in my hand, and I’m fingering my creamy pussy. Only a wanton slut would behave like that. She moaned again, nibbling with her lips on the pulsing shaft of Joshua’s cock. With these men, I want to be a wanton slut. But only for them. Their very own wanton slut. Me.
Her middle finger slipped smoothly between the lips of her pussy with a minimum amount of discomfort. It seemed odd to Annika that she should be more embarrassed about fingering her own pussy while two men watched than she was about being on her knees, sucking their cocks.
Her mouth was filled to overflowing with what Joshua had for her when Sven reached down and eased his longer-fingered hand inside the V-neck décolletage of her teddy to cup one trembling breast. When he lightly and briefly pinched her nipple, Annika moaned lustily and tried to take even more of Joshua’s erection into her mouth than she could fit. She sputtered and nearly choked and had to release her lover’s cock to compose herself.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” Joshua said, his tone taut with sexual tension.
Annika looked up at her men and said, “I’ve changed my mind. I want you inside me.”