Island of Three (MFM)
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, Public Exhibition, light bondage]
Normally a city-bound workaholic, Adele Roy has decided to shake things up a little, hoping for a change in her life and maybe a little romance as well. Teamed up with hunky fellow workaholics, Blaine Knecht and Tyler Duncan, two urban extremes, Adele’s adventurous mistake suddenly seems redeemable. That is, until they stray from the group and lose their map, their way, and eventually, their canoe.
Finding themselves stranded together on a tiny, uninhabited island, they work together to stay warm, fed and entertained. One thing leads quickly to another until they find themselves in a very small makeshift shelter and a hotter situation as they shed their inhibitions and share and explore their fantasies.
Could being stranded on an island in the wilderness be the very adventure they were looking for?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among the men.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Adele listened as the co-coordinator of the tightly orchestrated wilderness adventure began pairing people up by calling out each individual’s name. She went quickly and efficiently, selectively placing a single traveler with a couple. Adele let out a sigh of relief when the husband-wife unit had been crossed off the list. Thankfully the mother-son team followed closely behind.
A feeling of dread settled deep in her guts as she looked around. She was one of the few remaining singles left. It wouldn’t be long until her name would be called, and after that they would start splitting up couples. She hated to think she’d driven all that way for nothing. Sure, the scenery was breathtaking. After all, it was set in the sparsely populated Canadian Shield. The late summer season cast a rosy glow over everything, but Adele had also hoped to find her new soul mate out here. Her eyes swept over the crowd. Fat chance that’s going to happen, Adele thought bitterly.
Adele jerked to attention hearing her name called. The coordinator scanned the crowd, looking for her. She raised her hand.
“You are with… Tyler Duncan and Blaine Knecht, of Gil and Sons.” There was a pause as they all waited for the two men whose names had been called to present themselves, but no one did.
Great. Two guys. No doubt middle-aged techie geeks.
The coordinator repeated the names again. Then, after another long pause, she turned to Adele and said with an encouraging smile, “If they are not present, we will just put you with the next team down the list.”
Adele looked around skeptically. It wasn’t too late to back out. She could excuse herself, say she was sick or that there had been an unexpected death in the—
Her escape plans were interrupted when a sudden screech of tires on gravel drew everyone’s attention to the marina parking lot behind them. It came to a stop in a cloud of dust. Adele watched as two young men, who looked to be somewhere in their late twenties, hopped out of the vehicle. They shouldered backpacks, sleeping rolls, and camping gear then raced over toward the waiting group.
Adele’s jaw dropped open. Oh please! Oh please! Oh please! She silently prayed.
Who ever these two late comers were, they were gorgeous, guys who exceeded her hunky woodsman expectations. All they were missing was the red plaid flannel jackets and a day’s growth of stubble gracing their masculine chins. At least, compared to the rest, they were the best she’d seen all day.
No two people could be so opposite, either. One was average height, broad shouldered, with dark hair worn in a modern tussled style. The other was a well-groomed, polished, sandy blond-haired man, built tall and slender but pleasantly balanced.
“Are we too late?” the blond asked.
“Are you either Tyler or Blaine?” the coordinator inquired, looking them over skeptically.
“He’s Blaine. I’m Tyler,” he answered, breathing heavily from the jog over.
“Oh!” The coordinator straightened happily. “Well, good then. I was just calling your names. You are with Adele, that young woman over there.”
Adele barely remembered to close her gaping mouth.
“Your gear can go in that red canoe,” the coordinator continued, pointing to a long boat bobbing on the surface of the water, but the two men just stared at Adele rather than where the coordinator had pointed. Clearly, going by the pleased expressions on their faces, they weren’t disappointed.
“Now, touch yourself.”
Using two fingers, she placed them at the crux between her legs then looked to Tyler for confirmation. He nodded solemnly.
After one featherlight stroke, she found the hard pearl. Rubbing gently in a circular motion over the satiny fabric of her panties, she sent waves of glorious sensations cascading through her body. Her clit throbbed against her fingers. She was daringly close to the edge, and she knew it had everything to do with her exhibitionisms.
“Oh yeah,” Blaine said, approving.
She slid one finger beneath the fabric, exposing the tiny dark tuft of hair just below the hem. She liked to shave everything, leaving just enough to tantalize.
“Further, take them down further,” Tyler pleaded, following his words with an agonized moan.
She did as he asked, revealing just a hint of pink.
“I can’t stand it any longer, take them off,” Blaine blurted, his hand pumping up and down his shaft with more fervor. “Take them off now.”
Doing as they requested, she slid them off, discreetly prolonging their satisfaction by keeping her knees close together.
“Oh honey, don’t make us wait,” Blaine begged.
Still facing them, she rolled onto her hands and knees and raised her buttocks in the air. “Move closer together,” she commanded.
They inched toward each other apprehensively.
“Closer,” she stated in a firm tone. “Trust me, you’re going to like what I have in mind.”
They moved another foot toward each other until their shoulders touched. Satisfied, she crept over to them on her hands and knees until her mouth was inches away from their hard shafts. From her new perspective, she had a very good view of both men’s magnificent cocks.
Blaine’s flared out impressively at the end, looking like a thick mushroom. A drop of clear liquid waited at the tip, tantalizingly close to her lips. Reaching out, she teased the underside of the head, then moved quickly to lap it away with the tip of her tongue. He was a mixture of salty and sweet.
“I’m already hungry for more,” she said, letting her breath linger on his exposed skin.
“Oh, baby, have I got a load for you.” His voice came out in a lusty growl.
Smiling, she brought her lips down around his meaty cock in one sudden swoop, and her head bobbing up and down, tended to his slick, and engorged manhood.
At the first signs that he was nearing an orgasm, she slowed her pace, teasing the underside of his shaft until the danger of climax had passed.
Leaving Blaine for a moment, she stretched over to where Tyler waited and did the very same to him. Tyler grew rock hard quicker, and she marveled at their patience.
She proceeded to tease, lick, suck, and engulfed both cocks in turn, administering to them with all her skill and wicked talents.
With the hand that was not being used to support her weight she reached beneath Tyler and captured the two heavy plums between his legs. Caressing gently, she rolled them in her fingers, and he moaned with ecstasy at her touch. Next she took Blaine’s rock-hard member into her mouth, wrapping her lips around it tightly, and pumping him with all her might until he looked as though he would burst.
“Oh, I like this,” she said, leaving off Blaine and taking a breath before switching tasks on both men.
It was Tyler’s turn again until he, too, teetered on the brink of release.
“Trust me, baby, I know, but I think you’ve teased us long enough. Now it’s our turn.”
Blaine’s hand slid along her back, ending at her rump where he squeezed and caressed the ample flesh. Easing his hand over and around her buttocks, he cupped her mound with his large hand and gently rubbed it in a circular motion. Her mouth opened at the sheer pleasure he wrought, but he wasn’t done. Still rubbing, he slid his thick middle finger into her hot, wet opening, then, ever so slowly pressed up into her. She groaned with delight, pushing back into him, wanting more of the sweet pleasure he was eliciting from her. Now it was her turn to moan out loud.
“Oh, baby! You really do like this,” he said, commenting on how wet she had become. He pumped her slick passage single-mindedly.
Tyler’s fingers reached underneath her and captured her nipple. Tugging on it gently, he rolled it in his fingers, sending rivers of pleasure rippling through her body only to be volleyed back again from Blaine’s aggressive thrusts.
“I think I want a taste, too,” she heard Blaine say, and then his finger disappeared only to be replaced by his tongue. She was so caught up in what the boys were doing that she barely noticed Blaine slide beneath her until she felt his hot tongue licking at her swollen lips. He nipped at her sensitive flesh and swirled his tongue around her stiff nub. Then, using long, flat strokes, he teased her in return until her legs quivered under the building tension, bringing her close to climax and covering her inner thighs with hungry kisses when she seemed close.
Her breath caught in her throat, and it took her a moment to realize she had left Tyler high and dry. Resuming her efforts with renewed energy, she put all her rapidly growing lust into Tyler’s waiting cock. She was satisfied only when he moaned and writhed under her expertise. It seemed no sooner had she started when his cock stiffened to a point of no return.
“Oh god! I’m going to explode!” he cried out. He jerked slightly and grasped her by her hair, then proceeded to spill hot cum into her mouth. She caught each spray and lapped it up hungrily.
Tyler slumped over a moment later, looking spent, but very happy.
Adele sat up as much as she could without disturbing Blaine’s work too much and shifted so she could reach his bulging erection. Slipping it into her mouth, she intended to have seconds.