The Barter System (56 page)

Both men pulled their phones
from their suit jackets and cancelled the rest of their day.  Her smile was
victorious. 

They circled her, each
taking a drink from the tray, then taking the tray itself.  They went to sit in
the living room and made her clean the already clean space.  Reaching for items
on higher shelves, picking things up off the floor.  Requesting one appetizer
at a time so she had to bend over to show the selection. 

Max and Micah ended up
fucking her together without letting her remove the outfit.  She insisted they
keep their clothes on at first, like the manor house gentlemen taking a quickie
with the poor little servant girl. 

When Riya came at least
twice, and they were still trying not to come, she used her flawless Irish
accent and referred to them as Master Scottsdale and Master Chadwick and told
them “Please sirs, will ye come?  I’d like ever so much to please ye.” 

That did the trick and Riya
held on to them with a smug smile while they came with a roar.

“Sweet Riya,” Max moaned
into her neck, waiting for his heart rate to slow, “You’ll kill us with
pleasure one day for sure.”  He was behind her, still sheathed in her ass, all
of them on their knees in the living room.  “It is precisely the way I’d choose
to go.”

Micah laughed, “I’d rather
go after, avoid traumatizing our beautiful Riya.  Love, with all the work
you’re doing on your dissertation, your writing, and how well you take care of
our home and our stomachs, where the hell do you find the time to stage one
sexual ambush after another?”  He was in front of her, his cock still throbbing
slightly in her pussy, kissing and stroking her breasts.  The corset cups were
pulled down, exposing her nipples.

Riya kissed Micah then
turned her head to kiss Max, her arms around both their necks.  “My beautiful
darlings, you forget I can multi-task.”  She ran her fingers through their
thick hair, luxuriating in the silken texture and getting lost for a moment in
touching them.  “We need to get cleaned up.  I have something for you.”

“More?  What more could you
possibly give us?”  Max was amazed.

“You’ll have to see.”  She
said quietly.  Max and Micah carefully pulled from her body, leaving her
feeling slightly empty, as it always did when she had to let them go. 

Their hands out, they helped
Riya to her feet.  Kissing her one at a time, taking turns pulling her to their
chests, she felt the unmistakable desire building from her womb. 

“Micah…Max, you simply must
stop kissing me…that feels so good…I have a standing rib roast in the oven. 
Oh, god, Max, stop that.  Micah, I’m trying to…”  She was kissed senseless and
they carried her upstairs to shower and change.  She insisted on going first
and not allowing them to join her. 

“I have plans for you both. 
Try to behave for one hour and then you can have your wicked way with me as
long as you like.”  Giving her predatory smiles at the promise, they went to
their own rooms to shower and change. 

She showered quickly,
pulling on an ivory empire-waist sundress that came to her mid-thigh.  Deciding
shoes were unnecessary, she brushed out her hair and braided it down her back before
heading downstairs. 

They were in the kitchen,
Micah pouring wine while Max put Tori Amos on the stereo.  She’d expanded the
dining table to double its’ normal size, placing their chairs side by side. 

Insisting they have a seat,
she brought their glasses of wine to them and gave them each a kiss.  “Don’t
move.  Stay right here.”  In her office, she picked up the two beautiful boxes,
each with one of their names on the top.  When they saw she had wrapped
presents for them, their eyes widened in surprise. 

She reassured them quickly,
“You haven’t forgotten anything, no worries.  It isn’t anything official. 
We’ve been together for six months and you’ve changed my life so much, in so
many beautiful ways.  I wanted to do something for you.  I’m nervous because
I’m not sure if you’re going to be happy or sad.  I hope happy, I pray happy. 
But I will understand if you’re not.”  She placed a box in front of each and
added, “I love you both very much.”

Opening the boxes revealed
heavy leather books, Micah’s in brown, Max’s in black.  About sixteen inches
square and several inches thick, the binding was magnificent and the pages were
edged in gold leaf.  On the cover, their name was printed in stamped
calligraphy.  Glancing up at her in amazement, they opened them. 

On the first thick page of
each, she’d placed a picture of the three of them, taken at one of the
countless functions they’d attended together in the tiny corner holders.  All
in formal wear, the picture showed them at their most stunning, Riya’s arms
around both men and all of them laughing. 

On the second page, she’d
placed their birth record and the youngest picture of each as well as a caption
of the date and place it had been taken.  There were pictures of them as very
small children, positively angelic.  She’d found writing awards and academic
awards throughout their school days.  Some pictures had been damaged but she’d
had them professionally restored. 

There were articles on them,
about how their beauty and charm was earning the orphanage where they lived so
much publicity they’d become the pets of the local government. 

As they got older, there
were pictures of them rowing or playing rugby, soccer, and cricket.  The
article on their scholarships to Oxford granted for outstanding academic
achievement. 

Pictures of them from
college, as young businessmen, and every picture she and her private
investigator had been able to find that documented their incredible lives.  So
many photos were of the two of them, and she’d included them in both albums. 
She had copies of all of them, many in frames waiting to go up throughout the
house. 

When they came to the last
page, they found copies of their application and the essays they’d submitted to
Riya when they applied to be part of her research.  On it were Riya’s
hand-written notes:

“Simply gorgeous…look at those smiles! 
Like they can’t wait to devour life.  I want them to smile for me.”

“Oxford graduates…they were already the
best looking…intelligent, too?  I couldn’t be so lucky.”

“The essays have sealed it.  Must meet
these stunningly beautiful, intelligent, and captivating men…even if I stupidly
fall in love with them.”

“To include them, I’ll have to expand
the total number of subjects.  Kind of scary…six was nerve-wracking, can I
honestly handle EIGHT men?  I’d want them to be last…I’ll need a long time to
recover, I think.  A long time to get over them.  I’m an idiot, half in love
with them already.”

“Accepted…accepted…accepted.  Can they
possibly be better in person???  Be still my heart.”

They were still and quiet
for so long, Riya started wringing her hands.  “Do you like it?  Is it okay?” 
They were around the table, Micah carrying her toward the stairs as Max shut
off the oven. 

Putting her down in the
bedroom, pulling off all their clothes before removing her sundress and
panties.  Laying her between them on the bed, they simply stared at her for a
long time.  Fingers slipped back and forth over her skin, delicately tracing
the lines of her body. 

“Riya, I believe I can speak
for both of us when I tell you your gift is the single most extraordinary
thing, other than yourself, we’ve ever received in our entire lives.  I cannot
imagine the time and money you must have invested, with everything else you’ve
been doing, to find so much detail about us we didn’t even know.  We knew our
own history, but to see it in photos and documents, well, it makes my heart feel
ten times its normal size.  You have already given us so much.”  Max kissed her
so gently, so passionately Riya felt like crying.

Micah cleared his throat
softly before he could speak, “Giving us a glimpse into how you felt before you
met us was…well, something we’ve always wondered but were too nervous to ask
you.  There are no words, Riya, no words that can describe how we feel about
you.  How much you mean to us.  How much we love you.”  He was kissing her and
now she was crying. 

They made love to her,
slowly and gently, for hours and hours.  What they couldn’t find the words to
say, they showed her.

Epilogue

June…

Max and Riya were married in
the eyes of the State of New York.  They’d filed paperwork and allowed a
justice to marry them.  Riya was furious that legally she couldn’t marry Micah
as well.  It seemed not to bother Micah at all.  The week she changed her name
to Riya Scottsdale-Chadwick, both men were so touched, they bought her a condo
in South Florida for visits. 

When she asked how they had
decided who would technically marry her, they said, “Rock-paper-scissors.  Isn’t
that how you’re supposed to make all important decisions?  Best two out of three. 
Max won.  We like to play fair.” 

Then they’d drawn up
mountains of paperwork and dragged her to an attorney so he could review it. 
She felt ridiculous.  Riya had no desire for a claim on their money. 

Her lawyer by force was a
man from the club who did the paperwork for all the women of their ménage
relationships.  He insisted the documents were common and not to feel as though
she was being greedy.  Their women gave so much in so many areas, money was an
inconsequential thing to part with.     

She was beyond furious when
she found out they’d ensured they had no legal claim on a dime of her money or
assets.  She actually threw things.  She felt like some gold-digging tramp. 
She’d screamed and cried and said it wasn’t right.  They apologized but she
wouldn’t talk to them for two days and it was the first time they’d been banned
from her bed. 

She brought home her will,
prepared by the same attorney, and made them sign it.  It basically said if
anything happened to her, one quarter of her assets went to Tawny, the rest
went to them.  If she had children at the time of her death, they were to set a
certain portion up in trust.  She still wasn’t happy but she gradually started
talking to them again. 

She bought them matching
Porsches and said they would continue getting similar gifts until they changed
the paperwork or she ran out of money, they put a tiny clause in saying if any
of them left the relationship they had no claim on the other’s money.  Then
they drove the hell out of their new cars.

Her dissertation was
complete and being reviewed.  Initial impressions from the committee had been
shock combined with complete respect and curiosity. 

She’d boxed up all her
documents and put them away, framing the less sexual pictures of each of her
subjects and hung them in her office.  A huge reprint of her favorite picture,
copied in her men’s gifted albums, hung center stage, surrounded by all the
pictures they were collecting now.  There were many of her with one or the
other, but she preferred the ones of all three of them.  It just seemed right. 

She was drafting the explicit
erotica book that would follow after acceptance of her research and her
‘reading circle’ loved their first looks.

Tawny and Riya had been
working on their June ‘wedding reception’ for months.  Max and Micah located a
beautiful estate in the Hamptons, which they’d rented for two weeks when Riya
practically fainted at the photos.  There was so much to be done that the women
stayed there as they finalized arrangements, their men calling them constantly
to check in. 

Max and Micah had insisted
on sending Rodney with them, Zach and Quinn provided a bodyguard name Kyle who
rode with Rodney and watched over them. 

Both women felt the men were
being silly but since it seemed to keep them out from underfoot, they agreed
good naturedly.  Rodney and Kyle were good sports, never annoyed with all the
‘chick activity’.

There would be a ceremony,
similar to a normal wedding, in a few hours that announced their married state
to the ménage community as well as the close family and friends who knew, and
accepted, their lifestyle.  Invitations had gone out weeks before.