The Stagers (5 page)

“I don’t know my limits,” she said, realizing she said it aloud. “I mean…”

“Nothing matters but here and now. We’ll explore your limits and mine.”

“Now?” She didn’t hide the light laugh in her voice.

“Next time.” He steadied her until she had her balance and dropped his hands. She suddenly felt empty and alone. Turning slightly, she knew her face heated with embarrassment as she glanced around to find where her pants had landed.

Van pulled off the used protection and walked toward the downstairs bath. When he reappeared, he was composed, his pants in place, his face calm. She was struggling to right her pants before putting them on.

“Standing like that will get your pussy licked.” He dropped to his knees before her and took several long swipes of his tongue along her pussy, pausing to suck her clit lightly. When he stood, he watched her struggle to get dressed. His fingers pumping her breast didn’t help her concentration.

“Let’s get out of here. How about something to eat?” His tone was so casual, she almost laughed.

“I could eat,” she told him as they set the pool table straight and made sure there were no hints of their fucking left around. They were about to leave when Farrin spied the top of the ripped condom package under the table. She walked back and grabbed it, tucking it in her pocket.

“Good catch,” Van told her, palming her butt as she ascended the steps in front of him.

* * * *

It was oddly surreal for Farrin to sit across from Van in the diner and feast on hamburgers and diet soda. Their conversation was mostly about their work. She noted he shied away from personal topics, so she didn’t push for information. She would, however, hit the computer later and delve into his past as much as she could. The Internet was an amazing place once you learned how to search correctly. She’d look for information on the farm he’d told her about, maybe find his old wedding announcements. Anything that would give her insight into his personality.

After all, he had the luxury of knowing a lot about her history from Lyle. The one thing she did know was she wouldn’t press him for personal facts about Van

Chapter Seven

The new project had gone well. The home was typical of coastal Florida, large outdoor areas accessing the pool and dock, the view of the open water still exhilarating to her.

In the past weeks, she’d become comfortable flirting with Van, and with Lyle, but in a different way. She was confident about her work, had several months’ worth lined up. Farrin decided this was her time in life to experiment on a personal level. Each time she had sex with Van was a new adventure. It was always in a different place and a different position. With the fear of reprisals gone, she’d let go and started to truly experience sex just for sex. Van was an amazing teacher. He was never hurtful or reckless, just uninhibited. It was easy to follow his lead and just enjoy.

She’d been invited to Sunday brunch at Van’s, knowing Lyle would be there, too. It was almost like being invited to the men’s club, for she knew they got together every Sunday. In her wild dreams, she imagined what they did together on those hot, lazy afternoons. Maybe today, she’d find out.

She’d seen his home before, applauded the simplicity of the design and staging. But she truly appreciated his view of the open waterway, without neighbors close by to hear their every word or watch through a fence. Or hear her every groan and cry of pleasure, she corrected.

They ate on his deck, enjoying the heated day and food. They talked of nothing and just relaxed. Farrin was wondering how to bring up the subject of sex with both men. It was still in her mind, the images still prevalent, even though she enjoyed having sex and making love with Van. It had become the forbidden act she wanted to explore.

Van was in the kitchen when Lyle came and sat beside her on the lounge chair. “He’s quite a guy, don’t you think?”

“Obviously I do. And I’m sure by now you know I’m…we’re…”

“Fucking? Of course I do, but he didn’t tell me. I have an innate sense for that kind of thing.”

“And you’re not upset?”

“I have no right to be, Farrin. I learned a long time ago that with Van, you take what he offers but don’t ask for commitments. If you can agree to that, he’s an amazing man to be with.”

“Which is why you still date Nina.”

“Nina is my fall back. And I’m hers in different ways. That’s why we get along. We both serve a need the other has.”

Farrin struggled not to be blunt but decided that might just be easier. Get to the point and see what his reaction would be.

“Any needs I could service for you?” Farrin saw the look on Lyle’s face change, and she swore his eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.

“Maybe you should be more precise before I assume.” He tried to tease, but she noted his cock hardening against his leg, his tight bikini bottoms becoming smaller. She reached a hand and stroked his cock through the cloth. She stared directly at Lyle, and he smiled.

“This is what you want, Van, isn’t it? The three of us together?”

“I didn’t know you realized I’d come back.”

“Of course I knew. I don’t go around grabbing men’s cocks unless there’s a purpose.”

“What would you like to have happen, Farrin?”

“Everything. I want to experience the two of you every and any way we can.” She reluctantly left Lyle’s cock alone and stood. “Isn’t that what this has been building up to, or am I wrong?”

In unison, both men said, “You’re not wrong.”

She smiled and drew a deep breath. “Don’t be gentle with me, men. Just fuck me until I can’t come anymore.” With a trembling hand, she reached behind her and unclipped her bikini top. Then she untied the string at her neck, letting it fall to the patio. Using both her hands, she lifted her breasts, pulling them higher and together, dropping her head so just the tip of her tongue lapped at each nipple in turn. “Does that do anything for either of you?”

Farrin wasn’t sure where this new found freedom came from, only that it was long overdue. “I’d like to suck your cocks,” she said, moving to a wooden bench in the shade, waiting for each man to walk to her. When they did, she stripped down their bathing suits and captured a cock in each hand. Van was long and thick. Lyle was a bit smaller. She used her hands to pump each one before leaning forward and taking the head of Van’s cock between her lips. Then she switched to Lyle’s.

Back and forth she went, devouring their erections with her mouth and pumping the other. Van leaned down and captured her breast in his hand, rubbing her nipple between his fingers. Lyle followed suit and soon the three of them were a haze of hands, lips, and cocks.

She stopped suddenly and both men waited for her direction. “I need a cock in my pussy,” Farrin told them and dropped both their erections. “Where Van?”

“Let’s go inside. Nobody needs to get sunburn.”

She led the way, not sure where her confidence came from, knowing only that she wanted this more than anything she ever wanted before. The cooled air swamped her as soon as she opened the sliding glass door to the lower level, Van’s man-cave of sorts. It had comfortable seating around a large television and a full bar ran along the back wall. She glanced to the other end of the space and decided against the pool table.
Been there, done that.

The door closed behind her, and she knew both men stood close. Van stepped up, snuggling his hard cock between her buttocks while Lyle moved in front of her. His fingers slid her bikini bottoms down her legs and steadied her as she lifted each leg, his laugh light hearted when he tossed the scant material over his shoulder. Lyle stayed on his knees before her, his hands skimming over her hips and thighs. His tongue traced along her pussy lips, first lightly then with more pressure. Soon he was suckling her clit with abandon.

She dropped her head back against Van’s shoulder and relaxed against his body, his hands doing marvelous things to her breasts. He pinched her nipples between his fingers and made small jutting motions with his hips.

Farrin didn’t allow herself to think about the aftermath. Instead, she went with the moment, a moment she’d created. Turning, she was able to kiss Van’s mouth while Lyle continued to lick her pussy. She groaned when he slipped a finger inside her.

“Oh, baby, you are so hot and wet.” He added a second finger and pushed her over the edge into a small orgasm. “That’s it, Farrin, come for me.” He lapped at her pussy, licking her clean before sitting back on his heels.

Van lifted her against his body and walked to the center of the seating area. He gently lowered her to the soft carpet and knelt beside her. Her hands reached to his cock and guided it to her lips. Lyle moved between her legs, pausing only to encase himself with a condom before pushing inside her in one smooth motion. She felt her muscles grip against him and felt his cock surge fuller within her walls.

With each inward push, she sucked Van deeper down her throat. “You’re gonna make me come, Farrin.”

“Then come for me, Van, and switch places with Lyle, so I can suck him while you fuck me.” The men moved positions without question. She noted Van paused to protect her, and she felt the difference when his cock entered her. She was fuller than with Lyle.

Lyle pulled off his condom and moved beside her head. She tasted his pre-cum and sucked him deeper. “That’s it, Farrin. Swallow my cock. Make me come.”

She didn’t give a verbal answer, instead renewed her efforts while Van continued to pump her. It all became too much, and soon she was clenching around his cock, milking him deep within her. He came with a grunt and relaxed over her, his sweat-covered chest resting against her belly. Lyle came the instant she used her hands to lightly twist his testicles. She managed to swallow his load and collapsed onto the carpet. He dropped beside her, his hand lazily stroking her breast.

“Holy crap,” she uttered and both men laughed. “Well, did we do this right?” Her hand closed over Lyle’s, transferring more power to his touch. He took her hint and rolled over, taking her nipple in his mouth.

“I’d say you’re the one to answer if we did it right. What else would you like?” Van looked up at her with a mischievous grin.

“I’ve got several ideas.”

“Share them with us, Farrin. How else will we know what you want?”

“I’m thinking of lots of scenarios. I don’t know which one to choose. Actually, I chose this one. Someone else should decide.”

“You two figure it out. You’re the stagers.” Van left her and moved behind the bar. Returning shortly, he handed each of them a cold bottle of beer.

“If I’m the stager today, I say we jump in the pool and see how creative we really are.” Lyle stood and offered her his hand, helping her up. He gave her a cryptic smile, and she watched him hand Van his beer bottle. In the next breath, she was being tossed over Lyle’s shoulder as he headed for the outdoor pool.

* * * *

Van brought three cold beers to the poolside and watched Farrin and Lyle cavort and play in his pool. He settled on the pool steps, his lower legs in the water while he leaned back and let the sun’s heat warm him. In a glimmer of a thought, he realized Farrin was more than just a new conquest or playmate. He wasn’t jealous of the way she and Lyle interacted, more he realized she wasn’t a disposable woman. She had intelligence and class. She was a woman he could spend quality time with. A chill ran through him even though the afternoon warmed them. It was a chill of realization, emotions. God, how he hated when emotions emerged. They always got him in trouble.

Pushing aside the concept of a long-term relationship with Farrin, he kicked water toward the duo swimming playfully. “Cold beers, anyone interested?” He didn’t pretend to ignore how her body sluiced through the water, or how Lyle watched for his reactions.
Damn Lyle.
He hated when he was right, especially when it came to women.

“I’ll take one.” Farrin came toward him, floating on her back, her hard, pebbled nipples peaking from the surface of the water.

“Me too,” Lyle answered, pulling himself up on the pool deck, accepting the liquid and downing it in several long pulls.

Van watched Farrin as she sipped from the bottle and put it aside on the decking. She slipped back under the water and came up between his legs on the steps. Her hands reached to his thighs, and she used him to lever her body between them. Her beer-cooled lips captured his cock, and he came back to life instantly. She sucked him with a renewed enthusiasm and smiled up at him as he expanded in her mouth.

Lyle was back in the pool beside her moments later. She pushed Van’s knees higher on the next step, widening his position. He let his body weight fall back on the coping as Lyle and Farrin took turns sucking him off. While they both licked his balls and cock, they’d come in a rhythm. He noted Lyle used his free hand to tug on his own erection and Farrin pinched her nipples. He could tell from the movements of her lips against him, she was turned on, probably more than before. When she suddenly pulled away, he struggled to sit upward.

“What’s wrong, Farrin? Had enough?”

“No, I want something different.” With a smile he hadn’t seen before, she pulled him into the water. He allowed her to slide his body without restraint. She kissed him, a light, playful kiss at first that deepened into something much more erotic. Lyle moved behind her and fitted his body against hers.

“Tell us what you want.”

“How can we fulfill your fantasies if we don’t know what they are?” Lyle added.

Farrin didn’t blush completely, but it became obvious she was hesitating. “Farrin, you’re the stager. Do the job.”

“Fine, Lyle, up on the pool edge, I want to suck your cock. Van, I want you to fuck my pussy from behind while I suck him.”

“Ah, the woman has a goal,” he teased, moving behind her and setting his hard cock between her butt cheeks. Lyle pulled himself to the side of the pool and spread his legs suggestively, his own hand pumping himself while the others rearranged their positions.

* * * *

Farrin wanted this, wouldn’t be deterred by old-fashioned mores she’d been taught. Engulfing Lyle’s cock between her lips, Van used his fingers to lift her hips slightly, allowing him to slip into her pussy with ease. In only moments, she had what she wanted. She was sucking cock and getting her pussy fucked from behind. The groans she heard were Lyle’s and hers. As she picked up the pace of sucking Lyle, Van fucked her hard. One of his hands wrapped around her waist, snuggling her tighter to him, his other captured her breast and pumped it in time with his fucking.