By Jamie Hill
She turned and he kissed her mouth hungrily. Terri resisted at first, then parted her lips and allowed his tongue entry. Scott groaned at her acceptance, and what it might mean for the night ahead. He glanced at Rafe, who watched their kiss intently, almost longingly.
Looking back at Terri, Scott murmured, "You're so beautiful."
Terri moaned, her eyes closed.
He unfastened the buttons of her shirt slowly, one by one. Pushing the fabric open, he slid his hands around behind and unhooked her functional white bra. It dropped to her lap, exposing her full breasts.
Terri's eyes flashed open, but Scott cupped her chin and turned her face toward his. "Relax," he whispered. "You're safe. I won't let anything happen that you don't want."
She nodded, and he released her face. He watched Terri close her eyes, and he smiled. Glancing at Rafe, he nodded.
Rafe dropped to his knees in front of Terri. As Scott leaned in to suckle her left breast, Rafe targeted her right. She gasped as the second mouth closed on her nipple, but she didn't open her eyes. Instead, she arched her back and brought her hands around, cupping each man's head.
He groaned at her eagerness. He had thought he might be able to bring her around, but didn't realize how easy it would be. As he licked and sucked one nipple, and Rafe nipped and tugged on the other more intensely, Terri pressed their faces into her tits, silently demanding more.
Terri thought it was all an innocent, wine-induced stupor. Scott had an ulterior motive. He wanted to have sex with Rafe, and the easiest way for a married man to accomplish that is to bring the wife along.
Rafe squeezed Terri's breast against the one he toyed with, so their faces were almost touching. He stuck out his tongue to lick her nipple and ended up licking Scott's cheek.
Scott turned to face Rafe, only to find their lips pressed together. He was startled at how much he enjoyed Rafe's rough, scratchy face against his own. It was so arousing that Scott shoved his tongue deeper into Rafe's mouth.
Both men continued tweaking Terri's nipples as they kissed. Rafe unzipped Scott's trousers and worked his hand inside them again. Instantly, Scott knew it wouldn't take much to make him shoot his load, but he didn't want to do it in his pants. He jerked his hips at Rafe, who seemed to understand.
Looking back over my menage repertoire, it seems most of my characters had an ulterior motive. Take Bobby, Jade and Quentin for example. Bobby worked too much, and Jade kept getting pissed off about it. He felt his research was important, and he was so close to a scientific breakthrough. Perhaps, if he made a new friend for Jade to spend time with, she'd get off his back.
"Dance for us." Quentin urged.
She raised her glass to him, downing the wine. Bobby wondered if she did it purposely. Perhaps she thought the first step would be a little easier if she was drunk. At the rate she was going, she might pass out before anything happened.
Setting her glass on the table, she turned in a slow twirl, running both hands over her hips. She let one hand slide between her breasts, rubbing her stomach. Her other hand cupped her crotch through the silky fabric.
"Strip for us," Quentin encouraged.
Jade didn't need to be asked twice. The dress came over her head, swung on the tip of her finger for a moment, and then hit the wall. She cupped her bare breasts and squeezed.
"You're a beauty." The large man stroked his cock through his pants. "I'll bet you taste as good as you look."
"Come find out," she teased.
He stepped in front of her, bending low to suck a nipple into his mouth.
"Yes," he sighed, "sweeter than the wine."
Jade cupped her other breast, offering it to him. Quentin scooped her into his arms and suckled both nipples eagerly before setting her on the bed. His mouth went back and forth between nipples until she groaned, raising her hips, obviously desiring more. He spread her thighs and slid down her body, settling in front of her luscious, moist pussy.
Bobby watched his lover open her legs to this man, practically begging him to take her. He sat forward in his chair to get a better view. Quentin's face was buried in Jade's cunt, slurping her juices loudly as she thrashed beneath him.
He unzipped his khakis and pulled out his cock. It was torture to only watch. Bobby tugged his shaft slowly, with firm strokes. He licked his lips, hearing Quentin's low, muffled groans. The big man seemed to be enjoying it as much as Bobby's eager, spread-eagled girlfriend. She twisted and gyrated, squeezing her tits enthusiastically.
From Deep Obsessions
Bobby didn't have everything planned out perfectly, though. Come to find out, Quentin was a gay man who'd set his sights on Bobby. Oh, what a tangled web we weave...
Things were working out exactly as he'd planned, though. He'd hatched the scheme with Quentin Brooks in mind. The large black man was a regular visitor to his lab, delivering research materials for UPS on a daily basis. They'd become friends, good enough buddies to crack jokes every day. Eventually, the jokes turned sexual, and Bobby could tell the big man was open-minded. Quentin had been extremely interested when Bobby approached him with his offer.
Jade was lonely, and needed more attention. If he could find a plaything for her, Bobby reasoned, some of the pressure would be off him. He had to be careful, though. The wrong man could steal her away from him. It was a risky game, but he thought it would work.
Writing menage is another fun little goodie I occasionally pull from my bag of tricks. I like to mix things up, and this is a favorite technique when I need to include a woman into my beloved m/m genre. I think it works rather well. I'm quite sure Terri and Jade would agree.
Just be prepared when reading my menage stories, because things aren't always what they seem. Hopefully, they're better!