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“Damn, baby,” he muttered.

Lacy had pushed two fingers into her pussy. Her legs were still spread wide open. He could see her fingers pushing in and out of her soaking sex. Her hand seemed to move so fast it became a blur to him. Or, he could have been getting dizzy?

Her hips moving, pushing into her hand as the fingertips, then the first knuckle, and then the second knuckle of her fingers disappeared into her dripping hole. They made squishing sounds as she pushed them in, until her palm ground against her lips. She grunted and moaned through her teeth each time she bottomed out on her hand. Then both her hand and her hips drew apart. A thick coating of juices covered her fingers.

“Damn, Lacy, this is the hottest fucking thing I ever seen.”

Lacy panted and mewed softly, her eyes half open. She was in another place.

“Is this how you play? Is this how you pleasure yourself?"

“Yes,” she panted. “But this time seemed hotter.”

“I know why, and you do, too. But never mind that now. I need to taste those sweet juices of yours.”

He was on her in a flash. She tilted her head back and sighed softly as he buried his tongue in her pussy. Fuck, it tasted good. He licked, sucked, and tasted. He devoured her soaking sex. She screamed as loud as he had ever heard her, and then she flooded his mouth. He didn't stop, he just kept at her. Lacy simply whimpered and shook as orgasm after orgasm wracked her body. Finally, she went limp.

He pulled back just a bit, and then began to feather her body with kisses. Down the inside of her left thigh, past her knee to her ankle. He did the same with her right thigh. He tenderly kissed her breasts, loving them with his mouth. He moved to her arms, and made it a point to gently suck on each of her fingers. When he got back to her face, Lacy sighed deeply. When his lips touched her, she kissed him with soft affection.

“I want those hot lips on me.” The hell with restraint, he was ready to explode. He kneeled before her, unzipped his pants and tossed them on the floor. He kept his boxers on, they were her favorite, and he loved the way she peeled them off his body. She suddenly grasped the waistband of the boxers and slid them slowly down his legs.

Her hands roamed over the naked flesh of his thighs as shivers ran up his spine. Turning her attention to his erect shaft, straining now, she stroked the length of him and gently cupped his balls.

She moved the material of his boxers just enough to reveal the swollen, crimson purple head as her tongue made its first actual contact with his hard dick.

With her eyes on his face, she reached out and took hold of his erection and slowly, slowly brought her lips down to kiss the tip again. He shuddered. She swirled her tongue around it as he arched his hips. He wanted more, but he couldn't have it, couldn't force it because it was her show now. Lacy was always in control, in charge of his erection, of his orgasm, his pleasure.

She flicked her tongue along the salty droplets that formed on the slit. He groaned, so she did it again, pushing the tip of her tongue as if she could force herself inside that little opening. He cursed and when he squirmed away she grabbed his hips and held fast, and sucked him into her mouth.

“Lacy, oh yeah, Lacy.” He hissed her name and he knew she loved it.

Down, down her wet sucking lips descended. She took him deep, as deep as her mouth would allow. He squirmed, arching up and moaning her name but she wanted more. She wanted his total submission; she wanted to take him. Own him. Pulling her mouth back from his shaft, she looked up and asked, “Do you like this?”

“Oh god, yes! You know I do,” he moaned.

She then attacked his cock with her mouth and sucked so hard he saw her cheeks go in, the suction becoming too much for him. He wanted to hold out longer, just to enjoy the feel of her mouth around him.

“Lacy!”

Instead of backing off, she clamped down even harder and he poured into her. She sucked him greedily, until she cleaned him dry.

When she finished, she lay back down and stared lovingly up at him. He nearly collapsed on top of her, but managed to lie next to her.

“I’ve never been so turned on. I mean, I have and I haven’t, you know what I mean?”

He spooned Lacy in bed, his favorite position, next to being on top. He smoothed his hand over her head, kissing her neck and nibbling her ear. “I know what you mean.”

“Marty.” She turned around in his arms.

“Yes.”

“Let me see what I can write on my own, before…before you know.”

She was still hesitant, but he understood. “Don’t worry. You know I will never ask you to do something you don’t want to do. You’re calling the shots.”

“I love you, Marty.” She kissed him on the cheek and the mouth.

“I love you, too.”

They drifted off for a nice, long nap.

Chapter Four

Lacy set the huge picnic basket on the table, getting it ready for later that afternoon. Jerry was about two hours away. After he’d settled down for a bit, the three of them planned to take a drive up the coast and have a picnic.

“Hey, baby.” Marty put his arms around her from behind and kissed her neck.

“Sleep well?” She reached up and stroked his face, enjoying the smooth, strong jaw line she found so sexy.

“Yep, you?”

“I had a dream I was running to my publisher’s office with my latest book. When I finally made it there, I opened the book and the pages were blank.”

Marty jiggled. She turned around to find him trying to hold in his laughter. “I’m glad you find it amusing.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” He kissed her nose. “Look, this is going to work itself out, don’t worry. Do you have a deadline?”

“No, except for the one I imposed on myself. I just want to make my audience happy and give them what they want.”

He patted her butt, and grabbed his car keys off the counter. “You will, you always do. You’re not on the bestseller list for nothing.” He checked his watch. “I’m going into town to have the SUV tuned up.” He took out his wallet, checked inside then stuck it back in his pocket.

“Oh? What’s wrong with it?”

“Nothing, but knowing Jerry, he rented a two-seater sports car.”

“Ahhh.” She nodded.

“And we plan to do a lot of stuff while he’s here.”

“Gotcha.”

“By the way, what’s for lunch?” He peeked into the basket.

“Deviled eggs, Chinese chicken salad, cold-cut sandwiches, and chocolate cheesecake.”

“I just gained five pounds.” He groaned and rubbed his stomach.

She chuckled as she packed in some more paper plates. “And this is a light lunch.”

“Lacy.”

She looked up from the basket. “Yeah.”

“About yesterday afternoon. You can’t deny what happened, I mean, what got you hot.”

She tipped her head back down. “Marty….”

“I’m not upset. And you shouldn’t feel ashamed either. I just want to you to realize your feelings for Jerry, and not worry about upsetting me. I think you know how I feel.”

“I do now.” She wondered if the book brought this out in him, or if it was always there. Did it plant the seed, or was the tree already growing and she hadn’t seen it? Or, want to see it. She knew Marty and Jerry were closer than two men could get. But just how close?

“All right then, let me get going.” He kissed her on the cheek. “I’ll try to be back before he gets here.”

“See ya.”

An hour later, Lacy found herself in a familiar place, in front of her still-blank computer screen. She let out a heavy sigh and kicked around the idea of abandoning the story. No one knew except Marty about her attempt to write a threesome. But that would be a cop out and she really didn’t want to disappoint her fans.

“Come on, girl, you can do this. Let’s see.” She cracked her knuckles and began typing.

The two hunks barged into her room, chests bare and rock hard
.

“Okay, this brings a smile to my face, but only because I’m about to laugh. How corny.”

Pressing the delete button, she blew out a breath of frustration. Marty had a point. It would all take care of itself in due time.

She glanced up at her bookshelf and saw yet another ménage à trois book. Getting out of her chair she reached for it just as the doorbell chimed. She checked her watch.
Jerry
.

She ran downstairs and headed to the door. She threw it open, and there stood God’s answer to lonely women all over the world. Could a man be this beautiful?

“Hello, doll face.” Jerry stretched out his arms.

“Jerry!”

Before she could do anything, he bent down and picked her up, swinging her around the foyer. He kissed her on both cheeks then put her down. “How are you?”

“Doing great. And you?”

“Better, since I got away from the office.”

“Are those all your bags?” She pointed to no less than six suitcases on the porch behind him. She forgot the man was a clotheshorse and the only straight man she knew who had shoes to match his wallets.

“Yeah, I traveled light this time.”

They laughed as they brought the suitcases in. “Just set them there against the wall. Marty will put them in the guestroom. Come on in and tell me the latest office gossip.”

They walked into the living room and sat on the couch.

“Where is Marty?”

“He went to have the SUV tuned. Would you like something to drink? You know you can make yourself at home.”

“I will in a minute. It was a long drive.” Jerry reached for her hand and rubbed the back of it. “So…Marty’s not here.” His voice dipped a couple octaves.

“No, like I said…” She stopped and looked into Jerry’s eyes. No matter what they could be doing or talking about, he, like Marty, always had the look of being ready for sex at a moment’s notice, and this moment was no exception. “I uh…better go check on the cheesecake.”

“Chocolate?” Jerry moved his hand up and rubbed her arm.

“Yes, your favorite.” Nervously, she took his hand and placed it on his lap.

“I love everything chocolate.” Jerry’s lips brushed against her earlobe. “Everything.”

He made a slight movement toward her and she shot up off the couch. “Let me check it now.” She ran into the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, she started moving pots and pans out of the dishwasher and putting them away. She peeked in the fridge at the cheesecake. Not that she needed to, but she needed the excuse.

She went to the counter and into the flatware drawer and pulled two forks out. She froze before turning. Jerry stood behind the kitchen island staring at her.

“I just came in to get some of your famous sun tea.”

“Oh.” Even though that’s what he said, the look on his face and the tone of his voice said,
Come here, and let me fuck you until we both can’t walk straight.
 

“You’re in luck. I made a fresh batch a couple of days ago.” She pointed to the fridge.

He headed toward it, not once taking his eyes off her. He continued looking at her as he opened the door, his gaze smoldering. Nothing new. He had that look every waking moment. She wondered if he looked at all women like that, or was it just her overactive imagination.

“So what’s this book you’re working on?”

Shit
. Why did he have to bring that up? “Like I told you the other day, just your regular romance erotica.” She looked down at her sandaled feet. She needed to redo her toenails.

“You know, when you try to keep something from me, you have a habit of looking at your feet. Been like that for the past fifteen years.” He took a gulp of tea.

“Okay, it’s a bit more complicated than that.”

He cocked his head waiting for her to say more.

“I’m sure Marty told you already,” she said, with her hand on her hip.

“I want to hear it from you.” He took another sip of tea, his eyes hooded and searching.

She took a deep breath. “It’s a ménage à trois.”

“Yes, and if I understand correctly, you’re having writer’s block. You know what they say, write what you know.” He took the last gulp of tea and sat the glass down on the counter.

Lacy noticed his gray eyes getting darker by the second. “Then I won’t be writing this book.” She headed to the napkin dispenser and grabbed a handful and placed them in the basket. And nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt Jerry’s strong hand on her arm.

“That’s no good. This situation can be solved in a couple of nights.” He winked.

Lordy
.

***

Marty drove up in the driveway and noticed the bright red sports car parked next to Lacy’s prize roses.
Jerry
.

How he’d wanted to be the fly on the wall when Jerry walked in. How did Lacy react when Jerry broached the subject? Had he approached her? Better question, how would Marty react if he walked in and saw them in a loving embrace? But knowing Lacy, he didn’t have to worry about that scenario.

He got out of the car, unlocked the door and walked in. It was eerily quiet. “Hello?”

“In the kitchen.” Lacy ran out. “Look who’s here.”

Marty smiled when he saw the look on his buddy’s face. Yeah, he’d tried something and it backfired. Oh well, they had plenty of time.

“Hey man!” Marty shook his hand, gave him a hug and a pat on the back. “How’s it going?”

“Real good. Like I was telling Lacy, now that I’m away from the office, everything’s great.”

They all laughed.

“How’s being independently wealthy?” he asked, punching Marty playfully in the arm.

“Never better. Just trying to find new worthy charities to give to. Thinking about going into teaching, too.”

“Engineering, no doubt.” He handed him a glass of sun tea.

“You got it. Enough about us. Tell us the latest.”

“You and Lacy love office gossip. That’s sad.” They snickered as they made their way to the den.

After they got the dish on who was dating whom, and who was getting fired but didn’t know it, they got ready to leave for their picnic.

“Lacy made a wonderful lunch for us,” Marty said, taking Jerry’s glass.

“She mentioned the chocolate cheesecake.” Jerry placed his hand on the small of Lacy’s back.