The Stagers (14 page)

“Van, give me your toy.” He handed it up to her without meeting her gaze.

Farrin held back a smile as Van involuntarily let out a groan as she pushed the plug deep inside him. Dropping one hand under him, she noted his cock was now full again, too. She gave him several more spanks, knowing the toy would shift inside him.

“That’s a good start,” Farrin told him and helped him to stand. Both men waited for her next direction. “I think we should rest a bit. Lyle, why not refill our glasses?” She watched his awkward walk to the table and held back her laugh. “Van, go and help him.” He too made the awkward walk with the toy in his ass, but he did do it. To her, that was the greatest gift. He was following her directions, without question. So far, her fantasy had gone as planned.

When the men returned, she made them stand before her as they drank the wine. When their glasses were empty, she said, “I’d like you both to fuck me, but leave your toys in.” She stood and motioned for Lyle to sit on the chair and then handed each man a condom, watching as they tore open the packages and sheathed themselves. She straddled Lyle, facing him, and lowered her wet pussy over his erection, inch by inch, until she was fully seated on him. She squirmed over him, and he sighed.

“That’s wonderful, ma’am. May I suck your tits?”

“Yes, but only because you asked nicely. Gather them in your hands and suck both nipples at the same time. Van, I want you in my ass, now.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He stepped behind her and lowered his body to his knees. Using his fingers and tongue, he bathed her anus until it was wet and stood behind her.

“Don’t take out the toy,” she reminded him, and watched him squirm to retain the toy. “Now, come fuck my ass and make me come.” When he hesitated, she said it again. “Van, come fuck my ass, now.” Her tone seemed to surprise him, and he moved in place, using his hand to direct his cock to her opening.

“I’m waiting, Van. Don’t make me punish you in front of Lyle, or is that what you want?”

He had no verbal answer. Instead, he moved directly behind her and grabbed her hips. He held her tight against Lyle’s cock in her pussy and guided his cock in her ass. It was tight, and Farrin understood this was the best part of her time with her men. She liked to be double fucked by them, liked the fullness and feel of each of them moving inside her body. Lyle still held her tits together, sucking her nipples and pinching her breasts. She let her head drop forward, pushing her breasts harder into his palms.

“Van, fuck me and spank me. I want to know if you and Lyle can feel the spanks.” He did as he was asked, spanking her ass cheeks on each outward pull, releasing her on each inward thrust. It seemed to go on forever. She was lost in a world of fucking, sucking, and spanking.

“I’m going to come, Farrin,” Lyle whispered as he bit her nipple harder. The pressure shot right to her clit and she came, clasping each man’s cock tighter in her body. She felt Lyle spasm several times and loosen his grip on her. Van stood taller and used his cock in her ass to take his release. His palms continued to contact with her ass cheeks. He came with a loud grunt, her skin pinched between his fingers. When he finally took a step back, she relaxed on Lyle’s lap, nuzzling his neck with her lips. Van reached his hands to her shoulders and guided her to stand. She leaned back against his body while her breath returned to normal.

“Is that what you had in mind?” Van asked with an impish grin.

“Yes, but I did want to feel your cum dripping from my holes, both of them.”

“That could be arranged,” he told her, but she gave him a wry smile. “I’m not in the market for pregnancy right now, thank you. You’ll both have to continue using the condoms, and I’ll imagine what it would feel like and look like to have your cum dripping from my holes, running down my thighs.”

“I need a glass of wine.” Lyle did his strange bunny hop walk to the table where the wine waited. “I assume you want us to leave these in?” He gave her a wicked smile and she nodded.

“Yes, let’s just relax. I have something I want to show you both.” She left them alone, standing at her dining room table each with a glass of wine. She did pause to look at their reddened asses, the tips of their toys peeking through their cheeks. She paused in her bath to freshen up but didn’t redress. When she returned, she still wore only her demi-bra, her breasts high and on view, her nipples puckered. She spread out the drawings and plans she’d worked on.

“What in the world is this?” Van asked, putting his glass aside and scanning the plans. That got Lyle’s attention, and he too started scanning the pages.

“It was an idea I had. Just something that came to me a few nights ago.” Farrin walked behind the men and began to describe her idea for the renovation of the old cottage in the Keys they let go. The downstairs was basically a functional living, dining, and kitchen space. It was the second floor addition that got their attentions.

Her hands automatically went to each of their asses, pinching, stroking, and occasionally spanking them as they looked at her plans. “It’s basically one large play room,” she began. “The master suite if you will. The bed will have to be custom made. A normal king size is six foot across. I figured we’d need nine foot across so it’s large enough for the three of us to be comfortable. Three king pillows in a row would fit nicely and should give us all some space. The platform is high enough to bend over and get fucked from behind and gives us drawers underneath to store our
private
toys.” She palmed each man’s butt and continued. “The bath is laid out so we each have a personal sink and toilet area to ourselves along with a closet and bureau space. The shower is more of a room, ten foot by ten foot, large enough for us all to enjoy. I’ve planned eight different heads with different heights.”

“This is very interesting,” Van admitted. “I hadn’t thought of just adding a second floor to it.”

“That’s because you were looking at it as a resale. I thought we could use it as a weekend getaway, a place where we could be ourselves without worrying about neighbors and noise. And notice I’ve not included any guest rooms, I don’t want to entertain anyone but my men when we’re there.”

“I like it,” Lyle added, going on about knowing the exact place to have the linens custom made.

“Why put the spa tub in the center?” Van asked.

“I know it’s unusual, but since it would be new construction, running the lines shouldn’t be a problem. See how I’ve got it several steps up on a platform, all the better to position my men to service me.” She laughed and gently pushed both men forward until their chests laid on the table top. Farrin started working their toys in and out of their butts, talking about the renovation as she saw it.

“Keep doing that and I’ll come all over the plans,” Lyle told her. “But keep doing it anyway.” She did continue fucking each man’s ass with their toys until they both shot their loads. That was when she pulled the toys completely out.

“I think we could all use a shower and then some food.”

“Is our night over?” Van asked.

“That depends on what you can come up with after we eat.” She gave them a grin and grabbed one of their hands, drawing them to follow her to her master bath. “It’s definitely tiny, hence the large shower at the cottage, but we can work this out for now.” Farrin turned on the taps and stepped under the warm spray. “Either of you want to join me, maybe wash something of mine, or yours?”

Both men stepped into the small tub and managed to clean themselves and her without falling out. “Definitely need a bigger shower,” Van told her as he toweled the moisture from his hair and chest.

“And a bigger bed would be nice. We could all sleep comfortably,” Lyle added.

“Let’s grab a sandwich, and we can talk about the plans.” She didn’t let on she was nervous about the concept of the three of them sharing the home. Now it seemed her nerves were for nothing. Both men were intrigued by her idea for a private play space.

Chapter Eighteen

They spent the next Saturday in the Keys surveying the cottage and the renovations that would need to be made. It was decided the plan was workable, but Van was antsy all day. Even Lyle asked if he was okay at one point. During the hottest part of the afternoon, he corralled them to the remnants of the kitchen area. After a leisurely lunch from the cooler Farrin had packed, he seemed ready to open up about what was bothering him.

“Guy’s, we need to talk,” Van started.

“That sounds a bit ominous,” Farrin said, boosting herself up on the makeshift counter, ready to listen to him. “Talk to us, Van. Are you having second thoughts about this project?” His cell phone rang, and he excused himself to answer it.

Farrin noted the dejected look on his face when he returned to them. “Well, that just sucks,” he said, reaching for the last of his beer.

“What sucks, besides us?” Lyle asked, standing tall as he shot him a look. “Van, what’s wrong?”

“That was the realtor. My bid wasn’t accepted. The house was sold during the week.” He sighed with disappointment. Farrin noted his eyes filled with tears, but he didn’t let them fall down his cheeks. Turning his back to them, he took several minutes to compose himself. She realized it was the first time she’d seen him show emotions, beyond pleasure. Quite an interesting man in many ways, she decided.

“Man that does suck,” Lyle said in a soothing voice. “Well, if not this place, we’ll just have to look for a place we all like that is available. We’ll hold the plans and build it somewhere. I promise, Farrin, we’ll find another location.”

“That’s enough, the two of you.” Farrin jumped down from the counter and stood to her full height, using her work tone. “As I was trying to tell you before we were interrupted,” she hesitated and looked at both her lovers. “Oh, hell, I bought the place. I was going to surprise you with it. That’s when I came up with the plans. I wanted to get your reactions before I told you I bought this monstrosity. That’s why I brought you here today, to tell you I bought it.”

“You bought it? I thought I was supposed to buy it for us.” Van looked put out and cranky.

“Can’t it be our house?” She was quiet for a long time, and dead silence with lots of looking at each other finally ended when she continued, “Look, I figured we’d share the renovation ideas, then we all have a say in the final layout.”

“But you said this was too far away to be convenient for your work. What changed your mind?” Van inquired.

“You did. I saw the way you looked at the old place, especially the yard and land. I came back last week and took a second look. I realized I loved the place and wanted some permanence in my life. I tried to see it through your perspective, but I still wanted it, wanted to live here, even if it’s just part-time for now.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Lyle sounded annoyed.

“Because I wasn’t sure I’d get it. I didn’t want to disappoint both of you.”

“It’s still the same distance from Miami, still far from work. What changed your mind?” Van mused aloud.

“It’s a good investment, and I’m not getting younger. I’d like a place to retire to eventually. This seemed like a good start.”

“Yeah, I walked the lot, figured where we could put a cabana and pool along with a pier. And privacy won’t be an issue. The survey lines are well into the wooded space on either side.”

“Can you get here by boat from your house?” Farrin asked.

“Yeah, it will take a few hours, but once we’re here…”

“Once we’re here,” Farrin echoed.

“We’ll be able to relax. It makes sense to use the boat down here, more places to see and a lot less boat traffic. Plus, there is a lot of privacy.” He gave them a sly grin.

“What did you picture when you were here, Van?” Farrin moved closer and let her palm rest on his crotch. “Tell us, what did you picture? Was it me sucking you and Lyle, or maybe both of us doing you?”

“I did picture that, along with a few other ways to get us in trouble.” He winked and smiled. “Are you really sure you can swing the mortgage and the renovations?”

“Yes, I can. I’m very frugal and used my divorce settlement as the bulk of the purchase. I’ve been approved for a small mortgage that will include the renovation costs.” She looked at each man. “What, did I stomp on your egos, or do you hate it?”

“I was disappointed that I couldn’t buy it. I wanted to have a place to retire to also.” Van admitted

“So nothing’s changed. We’ll renovate to fit our needs without thinking about resale values.”

“I’m game,” Lyle said, moving beside Farrin, his hand covering hers, putting more pressure against Van’s erection.

“I’m horny,” she said, pulling her hand from his crotch. “I want to swim in the ocean and get laid on the beach.” She pulled her T-shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. Her shorts slid to the floor and she stepped out of them.

Both men watched as she stripped. “Nice undies,” Lyle said, as he lowered the zipper on his shorts and let them drop.

“Thanks, I figure we better stay somewhat covered until we figure out just who’s around.” She left the men standing in the kitchen and ran to the ocean. She yelped as she dashed into the cool water, splashing in the ocean.

* * * *

“You okay with this decision, Lyle?” Van asked as he dropped his shorts.

“I’m good, as long as I get to be a part of it, long term.”

“You’ve been long term since we met years ago. You know that. What, do you need reinforcement of our situation? I thought we had that all established.”

“Yeah, I know, but it’s nice to hear it once in a while.” Van watched him all but skip to the waterfront.

Van heard them laughing and playing in the ocean. He’d assumed when Farrin spoke about the place, she meant for him to purchase it for them. He never realized she would take the responsibility. This was another side to this woman he was finally acknowledging he cared about. Tossing his shirt on top of the pile of discarded clothing, he sauntered out to meet them.

Chapter Nineteen

Farrin waited at the bar in her favorite restaurant for Van and Lyle to join her. They were celebrating the completion of another staging job that had sold within days of the first open house. They ate here often and she liked the ambience along with the feeling of belonging. She knew the bartenders and wait staff by name now, and it felt right to hang out there. Plus, it was only a few blocks from the office and her condo, both a short walk the next day if she chose to leave her truck parked and walk home. Sipping at a glass of her favorite white wine, she again was amazed at how long it took her men to shower and dress.