Power of Three

Portia Da Costa

Copyright 2011 Portia Da Costa.

This story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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Please be aware that this story contains sensual content that is only suitable for adult readers who are comfortable with frank language and descriptions of erotic scenarios

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POWER OF THREE

ACT ONE

The binoculars were supposed to be for observing birds and boats, and dolphins off the coast of the island. That was the plan, do something worthwhile and improving with the honeymoon that never was, and broaden her horizons with a bit of nature study and general educational wholesomeness.

Yeah, right. So what do I end up doing?

Laurie Jones lifted the binoculars to her eyes and scanned the courtyard. Observing, yes, she was certainly doing that; but it wasn't really nature study unless you counted scrutinizing the mating habits of mammals of the higher, more civilized variety.

Well, semi civilized.

In the villa across the courtyard from hers, a woman was getting it on. She was getting it on big time, and not just with one man, but with two. Right there in the middle of a fully lit living room.

Of course, people were expected to have sex here, and lots of it. It was a lovers' resort after all. But exhibition threesomes? Well, why not? At least the trio over there seemed to have some genuine affection for each other in and amongst the rampant shagging. They were open and honest and they smiled a lot.

Honest. Yes. Not like some I could mention. Laurie frowned, and the beauty of the night was suddenly shadowed. A claw of anguish clutched at her heart.

Stop it! Not now! Focus on the show. It's far too raunchy to waste good viewing time on brooding.

Adjusting the bevel on the field glasses, she refocused to allow for moisture in her eyes. The three friends had left the shutters to their cabana open, and all their lamps were lit. It was like a film set down there and the cavorting trio clearly wanted to be watched and admired in action.

What would it be like to be made love to by two men at once? The guys in Cabana Number Two weren't really her type, but they did look incredibly lusty. Not that she knew what her type was now. She'd had a type and it'd turned out to be a disaster, and even here she was still plainly fancying the wrong people. Flicking a quick glance to Cabana Number Three, she sighed and shook her head.

You're an idiot, Laurie. A complete idiot. Those two are gay, you fool.

In the true spirit of a Caribbean holiday, and as if to compound her poor decision making, she was currently attempting to drink a large, rum based cocktail at the same time as she watched her neighbors shagging. No easy feat whilst juggling the binoculars, and a bit of the potent over-proof and fruit mix dribbled down her chin. She swiped at it with the inside of her wrist whilst still clutching her glass and nearly deposited the whole lot down her cleavage.

The three in Cabana Two were still going at it hammer and tongs, and though the ferocious island spirit warmed Laurie's belly as it slid down into her innards, it didn't heat her up half as much as what she was seeing with her grandstand view. Cabana One -- her cabana -- was set slightly higher than the one she was looking into, and both were part of a group of three hugging a little hollow containing a courtyard with a sun patio and a shared swimming pool. Laurie could look straight down at the frolicsome threesome, perfectly safe lurking behind her rolled back shutters. Their main room, glowingly lit, was like a stage.

The two men's hands travelled greedily over their inamorata's body, and also, now and again, over each other's.

Oh God, that's even hotter!

Shutting her mind to the reason she was here without any man at all, much less two of them, Laurie suppressed a gasp, a shiver of desire surging through her. Lucky Girl down there had a man caressing her breasts and another caressing her pussy, and Laurie had to somehow manage to take care of herself whilst juggling the binoculars and her glass.

The drink would have to go. She set it on a ledge to one side of her, and then wiggled to settle herself more securely on her stool. Without taking her eyes from the cavorting trio, she nudged her wrap skirt aside and went for her sex, working blindly. She couldn't bear to tear her eyes away from the action for a microsecond.

As she touched herself, a cringingly unwanted thought occurred to her.

What would Jim think of her now? Her nearly husband, the last man who'd touched her intimately and the one who might have been here with her now, enjoying sex in the sun, if life had played out differently?

The break-up had been amicable, just, but at such short notice that Laurie had ended up coming on the honeymoon on her own. Early October in the Caribbean certainly beat hanging around at home, feeling sorry for herself and being talked about at work for being dumped.

Jim certainly wouldn't have been into this, and that was a fact. Jim liked simple straightforward meat and potatoes intercourse; which was obviously the sort he'd been having with someone called Melanie in accounts, a younger woman whom he'd inadvertently got pregnant.

Amicable break up? Who the hell am I kidding? I want to kill the bastard!

If she hadn't been glued to the binoculars, she would have shook her head to free her mind of Jim and Melanie angst. They were history and this was now. And feeling horny and being a voyeur was therapeutic.

God, she was sticky... hot... wet... as voluptuous and syrupy as her luscious rum cocktail. Wiggling a little on her stool, Laurie swirled her own intoxicating cocktail over and around her clit, all the time watching the trio in the other villa, where apparently clit swirling was also on the menu. The grateful recipient was moaning and carrying on alarming, her cries echoing out from the open window, whereas Laurie confined herself to little gasps and stifled squeaks so as not to disturb them and end the show prematurely.

Not that the participants in the floorshow would have noticed if she fell off her stool and shouted profanities at the top of her lungs. They'd just carry on regardless, she was sure of it. The occupants of the other villa in their little enclave might spare Laurie a glance though, and she didn't want to be the supporting act, with the boy/girl/boy there as the headliner.

There were two guys staying in the presently unlit Cabana Three; two very hot men who were both her type, even though each very different. It was just infuriatingly unfortunate that they were completely into each other rather than the women at the resort.

Trust me to fancy the two gay guys! I can't seem to catch a break with men just now.

The commotion below continued, getting noisier. Lucky Girl let out a sharp, high giggle that cut the air, followed by a low, jerky, broken groan that signified something unmistakable.

Oh God, I want that!

The trio was a syncopated machine now, a temporary construct of limbs and torsos working together, rubbing, and writhing. And they were all climaxing.

Dancing in clumsy circles, Laurie rubbed herself furiously. Pinpoint accuracy wasn't necessary, didn't matter. The horny show before her more than compensated for any slapdash fumbling. She wanted to come... but somehow, all of a sudden, she also didn't want to come.

It didn't make sense. What was she saving herself for? She owed herself this pleasure, and she felt horny enough to take it, Jim or no Jim.

Then, even as the gilded bodies flexed hard, going rigid as if they were a single unified being, fingers clutching at one another, they seemed to lose it as one and tumble in a heap, laughing and grabbing at each other as they dropped out of view below the window sill.

Laurie giggled too, she couldn't help it. The binoculars swung on their strap as she came at the same time, despite her hesitation. It was just a little climax, almost stolen, a sharp, delicious hiccup of sensation in her pussy, a swift erotic sneeze between her thighs. It was as funny as it was pleasurable and she kept on laughing as her sex fluttered, hot and wet.

"What?"

Even as she leant against the window frame, shaking, a movement to the left caught her eye. Snapping around to face the other, closer cabana, she gasped as a low, yellow lamp came on inside it.

The glow illuminated another scene.

Oh, good God, the two men were at it now, just as if they'd been waiting for the first show to finish before they put on theirs. Laurie's heart thudded. This time, the view was close enough without binoculars. She set them aside as bubbling excitement raced through her anew.

And this time, the performing lovers were looking directly at her, the devils.

Well, at least the dark-haired one of the pair was. His eyes were focused right on the spot where Laurie was lurking, and his knowing expression said he knew she was there... and looking right back at him.

You know, don't you? You were just waiting for the other three to finish.

With no further reason to hide, Laurie slid out of the shadows and stared back at the two men boldly. Her skirt fluttered down into place, but she didn't really care whether it had or it hadn't. Suddenly she was a new Laurie who could do anything, dare anything.

She was a new Laurie who could blatantly ogle two gorgeous handsome men who were both as stark naked as the threesome on the other villa, and one dark, one fair.

Laurie had never seen a male couple making love before. She'd never had cause or opportunity to watch gay erotica, but the few fleeting glimpses of men kissing or touching in mainstream films or TV had always tantalized her. The uninhibited trio in the other cabana had been the nearest thing she'd ever seen to two men making love, but with them, their woman had been the focus.

In Cabana Three, everything was different. These two had no woman sandwiched between them. They had hands only for each other.

Their names were Ed and Denny. They'd introduced themselves, but Laurie couldn't for the life of her remember which was which, because at the time she hadn't been taking much notice of anything but her own depression and anger. Now, though, she was interested; more interested than she'd been in anything in a long time, even the trio in the other cabana. Bizarrely, even Jim himself was fading. The two male lovers were both facing Laurie, holding station close to the shutters, just as she was. The darker man was behind the blond one with his arms wound around him and his hands moving hungrily, exploring his body. He was slowly pumping his friend's cock while caressing his flanks and thighs, but his eyes... his were on Laurie, dark and burning like deep pools of fire and challenge.

What's going on? What are you thinking? Why look at me when you're caressing him?

Blondie's eyes were closed, his head draped back against his lover's shoulder and his throat stretched and exposed. But Dark-Eyes still stared back at Laurie as if he were trying to draw her into their embrace too. She was yards and yards away and yet already somehow involved in their dance.

Am I part of a three way love scene now?

Dark-Eyes smiled and shimmied as if he'd read her thoughts, and the way Blondie gasped made her wonder just exactly what was going on behind his back. His eyes shot open, wide open, and then he gazed at her too, with a delicious teasing smile on his face. He seemed to be becoming absorbed in the same effort to include her, but then his body jerked and his eyes closed again and he pursed his lips, looking beautiful but tortured.

Was Dark-Eyes inside him? Oh Lord, yes, he must be. Or was he just rubbing his cock against his friend's bottom, caressing and teasing with his hardness? Blondie had a spectacular cock, big and shiny. Laurie ogled it as it moved through Dark-Eyes' fingers, pumping back and forth. In her mind's eye, the as yet unseen penis of Dark-Eyes was gorgeous and rampant too.

Dark-Eyes licked his lips and whispered something in Blondie's ear. The other man's eyes snapped open again, and even though he was still sliding against his partner, his gleaming body visibly wet with sweat as he hovered on the very brink of ecstasy, he looked towards Laurie and chuckled in the midst of his animalistic moans.

How clearly could they see her? Laurie's villa was quite a bit nearer to theirs than to the other one and the night was clear. A large tropical moon floated in the sky like yet another voyeur.

She took another step forward, moving completely clear of the shutters. The lights were still on in the third villa, but no one was visible. They were probably all in bed, making easier love now, in comfort. Taking a deep breath, Laurie loosened the ties of her wraparound skirt, and then hesitated.

Why was she doing this? These were men who liked men, why would her body even interest them at all?

But it seemed the right move. As if sensing her doubt, two heads nodded as one, both the dark and the fair. Letting her skirt slip away, she knew she did have something to offer them. Maybe watching women was a kind of kink to them, because when she slid her hand under the edge of her knickers, it seemed to goad them on even further. Dark-Eyes pushed hard against Blondie, massaging himself against his friend's bottom. Blondie in turn went into a new fit of the raptures, surging his hips around and pushing himself through the encirclement of Dark-Eyes' gripping fingers. Laurie could almost hear the slippery slide of his pre-come, and she could certainly see it shimmering and dripping.

They made a stunning sight, stark and heart-stopping. To Laurie they were every bit as exotic and shocking as the trio in the other villa, every bit as arousing and much more so.

Why does the sight of two men doing each other turn me on this way?

She didn't know, but she didn't care either. They were hers to enjoy, both beautiful.

Down in her panties, she was still silky from her last orgasm, and more swimming than ever now, because of what she seeing. Her belly tensed, hot and heavy, her body gathering itself for the rise again, ready to orgasm. And properly this time, her pleasure enhanced by the strange companionship of her enigmatic partners.

I'm a part of a ménage a trois now, even though we're yards apart and not touching.

Distance and virtual anonymity made no difference to the excitement. The heat... The pleasure... The night was exotic and alien, heavy with the undiscovered passion for which she was hungry. These were zones of sensuality that she'd never thought to explore, that she'd barely even imagined. For the first time, she could admit to herself, and mean it, that she was almost glad her honeymoon had never happened as it was planned. Now, transformed by this strange and sweetly perverse experience, she could start to own the pain and disappointment -- because she saw a glimmer on the horizon of a way to move beyond it. A kind of therapy she would never have expected.

The men rocked and thrashed against each other. Blondie braced himself, hand on the side of the window frame; Dark-Eyes gripped him hard at both cock and hip, ruthlessly working him.

Laurie rubbed her clit as if possessed by the Devil, her hand deforming the tiny triangle of her panties as it probed and rummaged. The sound of her efforts was even audible, a slippery, soapy, slicking sound, she was so wet, and she could have sworn she heard the same kind of sound, faintly, from across the way.

Still she couldn't take her eyes off the fucking men. She was convinced they were fucking now, because the motion was unmistakable. She felt as if she was being fucked too.

Dark-Eyes locked his gaze with her. His lips moved, miming the word, "More?"

With no pause to think, Laurie nodded, and as soon as she did, he swung his partner a little to the side, so she could see the profile of their jerking, bucking bodies, the sweaty sheen on their thighs, their arms, their flanks, and their buttocks.

Their new gift to her was the view of Dark-Eyes' cock sliding in and out of Blondie's bottom. Laurie laughed out loud, because it was certainly easy to make out. Dark-Eyes' was wearing a jaunty fluorescent condom. Turquoise it was, and his brightly-covered cock pumped in and out like a living dildo, driving Blondie crazy as it filled and stretched and plundered him.

Oh God, it's all too much! I've got to come!

Laurie worked at herself hard, as hard as Dark-Eyes and Blondie were working each other, as fiercely and as desperately as they slammed their rocking, pulsing bodies together.

Then, within seconds, her orgasm was like a starburst, breaking within as a brilliant, multicolored firework display might cascade and burst in the velvet night above them all. She strained to watch her partners as her pussy clutched and clenched, but her eyes rolled up momentarily. Overcome, she stumbled against the window frame, her hand a working, wriggling demon inside her knickers.

It was so sweet. So intense, in a way she'd never known before. A shared experience, yet in a bizarre and deliciously perverse way.

When she fell back out of the sky into her own throbbing body, Laurie's eyes snapped open and she was with her men again. They were coming now, bodies in violent motion, groaning loud enough to rouse even the shagged out neighbors from Cabana Two. Semen spurted out into the tropical night, jetting white and pearly from between Dark-Eyes' gripping fingers.

But he and his lover didn't tumble to the floor. They both clung on to the window frame, swaying but upright, clutching at each other, chests heaving, expressions strangely tender in the quiet aftermath. Their closeness moved Laurie, and inexplicably, or perhaps explicably, her eyes misted with tears.

They do care. They really care for each other.

And then, against all reason, Dark-Eyes' dazed expression cleared again, and the way he looked at her showed concern for her too. He gave her a questioning look, a little lift of the head, as if inviting her over to share the afterglow with them, and come down from the high in their company. Blondie seemed to wake up when Dark-Eyes murmured in his ear, and when his eyes opened, his smile was dazzling, friendly and beatific... and aimed at Laurie.

Temptation twisted her heart hard. She wanted to go, but somehow, despite everything, it was too soon. The two lovers were too wound up in each other at this moment, and it seemed wrong of her to intrude. Dark-Eyes seemed to sense her decision and gave her a little nod, with a smile too. Almost gentle. Blondie lifted his hands and blew a kiss in her direction.

Laurie nodded in response, and then finally backed away from the window, leaving the sated pair to their world of mutual intimacy.

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The next day, she thought. She thought long and hard.

Does orgasm always provoke catharsis like this?

With the frolicsome boy-girl-boy trio getting frisky around the pool, and her two "lovers" gone off scuba diving or pursuing some other strenuous island activity, Laurie found a quiet beach about twenty minutes walk away, on which to lie and mull things over. It dawned on her that she'd been in a sort of thee-way relationship for a while now, with Jim and Melanie, but she just hadn't known about it. She'd kept telling herself since she'd arrived on the island that her fianc's betrayal didn't bother her, but now she knew it did. She'd been living in denial, mainly, until last night. When hot night air, over-proof rum and simmering grief had transformed her into someone who'd do the sort of thing that she'd never dreamed of ever doing before.

But watching, and pleasuring herself with Dark-Eyes and Blondie had changed her. Outré and not her as it seemed, she was part of a new threesome now. And despite her qualms, and the sense of shock she felt when she reminded herself what she'd done, she felt closer to her ersatz partners than she had to anyone in a long time. Despite the fact they'd never touched, and barely yet spoken.

She still wasn't really sure which was which. Either one could be Ed; either one could be Denny. But she was bound to them whichever one was which, joined by that sweetest of stolen orgasms.

There was a note lying on her mat when she returned to the villa, and her heart leapt, knowing who it was from.

Hey, neighbor!

How about a drink with us tonight, eh? Or a bite to eat. Or a chat. Or something.

About eight? Please come, it'll just be us three. We're looking forward to getting to know you better.

Ed and Denny in Number Three.

Oh God, what did "something" mean? Part of her feared it and wanted to run, and run now, straight back to the island's little airport and get on a plane back to normality, even though that normality was a pretty grim state.

But then again, the provocative Ed and Denny might just be being neighborly and taking pity on a singleton.

But that was absurd too. She couldn't ignore what'd happened last night, and neither could they. Unless they did things like that on a regular basis, just for fun, and it didn't mean anything.

Her head whirled, even in the absence of rum. But she made a decision. She wouldn't be a coward. She'd go. Take her chances on whatever "something" was.

With silly smile on her face, Laurie headed for the shower. Better make herself as gorgeous and fragrant as possible, just in case.

What did one wear for a hot date with two men?

ACT TWO

It'd taken four changes of clothing to decide what to wear, and even then Laurie had ended up in the first outfit she'd tried on -- a floating tropical print sundress with a halter neck that tied in a bow at the back.

It was a daring choice for her, but she'd been planning to wear it for an all-sex honeymoon, luring Jim back to bed almost as soon as they'd got out of it. Now, even though there was a little guard fire of anger and pain still burning inside her, the thought of sex with her former fiancé was starting to make her cringe. She couldn't get over the image of him with chubby Melanie, sweating and heaving.

An especially repugnant thought, after the competition quality erotic exhibitionism she'd observed last night from both the villas across the patio. And particularly from beyond the door she was about to knock on now, taut with nerves.

Doubts had resurfaced as the appointed hour had rolled around. How could she face them? It was the moment of truth. She'd spent a large part of the day, alternating between reliving last night, and convincing herself that it had probably been just a tipsy dream, even though she knew it wasn't. She'd never seen herself as a brazen woman, but last night she'd not only come close to the border of brazen, she'd smashed right on through it.

You can still change your mind, kiddo. You can plead a headache tomorrow. I'm sure they won't be offended. They don't seem like the type to bear grudges, and maybe they'll just get the message that you're not interested and keep it all friendly, but distant?

But another voice murmured coward. The same one that told her she was interested. Listening to that one, she took a firm grip on the neck of the bottle of over-proof she'd brought as a gift for her hosts, and knocked sharply before she could prevaricate and chicken out.

A low masculine murmur emanated from beyond the door. Hard to tell its tenor, but she hoped it was the sound of someone who was pleased by her arrival. Maybe she wasn't the only one having second thoughts. After all, these were a couple of gay lovers, into each other, not some stray woman.

The door swung open, and Dark-Eyes' warm smile both quelled her fears and reminded her of the pleasures of last night. His eyes twinkled, and up close she could see they were brown, rich and glowing as the rum in her bottle, and very, very sexy.

"Well, hello! So glad you decided to join us. Do come on in!" He threw back the door and waved her through, his gesture expansive and graceful. Dark-Eyes was the skinnier of the two men, but he looked fit and strong in a black, long-sleeved cotton top and snug fitting jeans.

His partner, Blondie, unwound himself from the planter's chair he'd been lounging in, and came towards her, his smile just as welcoming, but quite different to his fellow's.

Blondie, up close, was simply dazzling; there were no two ways about it. His hair was a tousle of dark gold curls and his face bordered on the angelic it was so pretty, yet still it was full of character, and strong. He was slightly broader built than his friend, but moved lightly and lithely as he held out his hand. The acknowledged beauty of the two, he looked like a film star in his white shirt and cream linen trousers and waistcoat, as if he'd fallen from a screen showing Brideshead Revisited.

"I'm Denny. Delighted you could come." He grinned on the word come, and it sent a frisson through Laurie's vitals. She smiled back, feeling a bit idiotic, but very turned on, remembering last night. Denny might look a bit fey with his cherubic curls and his creamy linen, but his handshake was firm and excitingly manly. "And this is Ed, my lover."

Just like that. No shilly-shallying about. Well, why would they be anything but up-front after their unequivocal display?

Ed smiled, stepped forward and shook her hand too. Like his lover, his grip was firm and his skin smooth and warm.

Laurie blinked, just staring at them. She felt like laughing out loud, nerves notwithstanding. She'd come to the island to get away from men and their complications, and now she'd managed to end up here with two of them. Two who were completely gorgeous examples of the gender and who probably came with twice as many complications.

The lovers stared back at her, and a little tilt of Denny's blond head seemed to be asking a question.

Oh hell, of course, my name!

"Oh, sorry... I'm Laurie Jones. Pleased to meet you..." Meet? How absurd was that after she'd masturbated to orgasm in front of the pair of them last night, not to mention the fact that they had already shared smiles and vague pleasantries around the pool in the last couple of days. A bubble of laugher escaped her lips, and suddenly Ed and Denny were laughing too, as if they'd both known her for years.

"I suppose I should say sorry for spying on you last night... and... um... making an exhibition of myself too." She could feel a fresh sizzle of blush start to rise up through her décolletage and her face and throat. "But I blame that lot in Cabana Two, they started it with their... um... performance."

"Indeed," said Ed with a grin, "It would have been cowardly not to, well, rise to the challenge." He winked at his lover. "At least that's what we thought."

"Yes, it just had to be done, didn't it?" Denny waggled his sandy eyebrows at her, reminding her more of a naughty boy rather than of the hot, mature, rampantly sexual man he so obviously was.

"Absolutely," concurred Laurie, still blushing but feeling her edginess ameliorate and the promise of relaxation with the two men beckon.

"Shall we have a drink... Just chill out a bit, eh?" suggested Denny, reaching for her hand again and leading her towards the large wickerwork sofa that matched the planter's chair. As Laurie sank down onto it, he sat beside her. "Ed's ordered some food from the hotel kitchen. Just finger stuff, seafood, chicken and the like... It'll be here in a little while, so we can have a bevvy first and get to know each other." he paused, dropping an outrageous wink "... with our clothes on."

"At least for the time being," added Ed, from across the room, presiding over the drinks tray.

For the time being?

Trying to suppress her quivers, Laurie looked at her left hand and realized she was still clutching the bottle, a bit like a protective talisman. "Maybe we could have some of this?"

"Good idea. Thanks for bringing it. You're very thoughtful, Laurie." Denny took the bottle from her, almost having to prize it from her fingers because she was still processing the implications of "For the time being". He strolled across to Ed and set it on the tray while his lover did the honors with highball glasses, ice, and slices of lime.

"Rum and Coke?" enquired Ed.

"Yes, please!"

A shot of rum was just what she needed; anything to settle her nerves a bit. She was feeling quite giddy from the sight of so much raw male pulchritude, and the transition from last night, which still felt like something she'd imagined, to tonight, which was oh-so real. As the two men stood by the cabinet, it was all she could do not to ogle them and wish she had X-ray vision so that she could admire them as if they were standing there naked, as they'd done last night.

Laurie stole a glance at the innocuous woven rug on which they must have been standing for their performance, and then flipped back to the men. Even in their clothes they were devastating. Ed's legs were long and lean in close-cut denim, and Denny's ass was a poem of spectacular desirability beneath the creamy linen of his trousers.

"Here you go." He handed her the tall, generously proportioned drink on his return, as Ed took up station in the planter's chair, just a couple of feet away, at her other side. "Chin-chin!" He clinked his glass to hers as Ed raised his in affirmation.

"Here's to a happy holiday."

Momentarily, Laurie felt as chilled as the icy drink. It seemed stupid to think of what might have been, in such warm, sexy company, but she couldn't help herself. To cover her pang of angst, she took a sip from her drink. It was strong, but a delicious balance of spirit and mixer, just the job.

But meeting Denny's eye, she saw he was frowning, concern writ large across his heavenly features. He wasn't a fool, he'd seem her sad little twist, and as she glanced across at Ed his expression was an echo.

"Are you OK, Laurie?" Ed asked, "I know it's a bit weird, us all being together here, after what happened last night. But I swear, last night was last night, and tonight is tonight. There's no pressure. We don't even have to mention it any more if you're uncomfortable. We can just hang out, eat some good food, and then maybe go for a stroll on the beach?"

"Yeah, just three new friends, hanging out on holiday, simple as that." Denny laid a hand lightly on her arm as he spoke.

But it wasn't simple, and in a flash vision, she suddenly saw that hand on his own flesh, caressing, laced with Ed's, and flexing, flexing, flexing. At the same time, she desperately wanted Denny's hand upon her own body, moving and exploring in intimacy. It didn't matter that they were patently gay, she couldn't help desiring them. Both of them.

"I'm fine, thanks... both of you." She turned from one to the other, enjoying the little squeeze Denny gave her forearm before releasing her. It seemed strangely filial almost. "And weirdly, despite everything, I feel quite relaxed here with you." She smiled at both of them, aware that she was beginning to loosen up. "Although that might just be Ed's demon interpretation of rum and Coke... Phew!"

"There's plenty more where that came from. We've got a few bottles of this and that in reserve," Ed said roundly.

Laurie sipped her drink, eyeing them both. For a moment or two, there seemed to be no need to speak while they all enjoyed the killer cocktails. Just as Laurie was feeling she should open the conversation, there was a knock on the door and their buffet meal arrived.

Chat, over food that was just as delicious as predicted, was light and strangely innocuous. They discussed the resort, the beaches, and Denny's first forays into scuba-diving, which apparently hadn't exactly been all that accomplished.

"He swims like a baby hippo with the tanks on," teased Ed, but Denny seemed unfazed and laughed it off, saying he had other talents.

You certainly do.

Laurie stole a glance at the golden boy out of the corner of her eye, imagining him naked and writhing again. When she flicked a look to Ed, she could almost believe he was thinking the same thing himself, his eyes were so intent on his partner.

The evening sped on, becoming more relaxed and easy, despite the slow simmer of confused desire Laurie felt. The men seemed to know that she didn't want to talk about the reason she was here in this romantic place, all alone in a Cabana appointed for two. Instead they launched into their own lives, telling her all about who they were, what they did.

Good grief, not only brawn and beauty, but brains too.

Laurie was slightly awestruck. Both her new friends were scientists, quite eminent by the sound of it, but in entirely different fields. Ed's research specialty was climate studies, with a particular interest in long term weather patterns, global warming and other issues; while Denny was a leading volcanologist. Laurie actually fancied she'd seen him on the television, interviewed when there'd been a large eruption. His hair had been much shorter, and the clip had been barely seconds, but thinking back, she was sure it'd been him.

"That's why we're here, really," he said, swirling his glass as they touched on field work. He was drinking water now, Laurie noticed. Did he think that he needed a clear head for something? "We've been loafing around in colleges and cozy cloistered seats of learning long enough, so now we're both going out in the field. This is a last hedonistic holiday for a while, a chance to have some fun together before we head off to the ends of the earth, in different directions."

Ed shrugged, quirking his lips. "Well, not quite the opposite ends, but near enough. Denny's off to Indonesia to study his pet volcanoes there, and I'm away to Antarctica at the end of October, to monitor the ozone layer amongst other things."

"Bloody hell! Antarctica? No wonder you wanted some late season Caribbean sun." Laurie stared at him, trying to see him with a bushy beard and bundled up in multiple layers of insulated parka, looking like a sexy Ernest Shackleton. It was difficult; she still kept seeing him naked. "And I suppose half way up the side of volcano in Indonesia isn't a bed of roses either."

"No, it can get a bit hairy, sometimes, close to something active," admitted Denny.

They were back in the conversation area now, with her and Denny sharing the settee again. She'd noticed that contrary to her expectations, having seen Ed fuck him last night, the blond was the ever so slightly dominant persona, in conversation at least. Ed seemed content to be quieter, listening and watching shrewdly while almost basking in the golden glow of his stunning partner.

"So how long will you both be away for?" She glanced from one to the other, and caught a look passing between them. It was fleeting, but also telling. They cared deeply for each other and it was going to be hard to be apart.

"Well, Denny's off for five months and me just for four." Ed swirled his drink in his glass. "I'm looking forward to it, professionally speaking, but it's going to be tough without sex for all those months." He case Laurie a seductive glance. "I'll just have to rely on being absorbed in the work... and internet chats and my good right hand."

Laurie's blushes had settled during their over dinner conversation, but now, instantly, she was glowing again. Especially when Denny added, "His very good right hand."

"Um... yes, it must be difficult when you're established couple," she observed, at a bit of a loss. The looks being exchanged between the two men were sultrier now, and Denny had this particular quirk of running his tongue over his bottom lip that was doing devilish things to her libido. It was crazy, but still, she couldn't help herself. "Do you... do you live together?"

"Part of the time," said Denny, returning his attention to her, "We have a place in London, that's near to my college... and Ed commutes and we spend weekends together. A good thing too. Because if we lived together all the time we'd probably spend far too much time shagging and never get any work done."

"Er... yes," was all she could manage.

"Pack it in, Den... you're embarrassing our guest," chided Ed, although his eyes were sparkling as he spoke. No doubt eager to get to the shagging.

"It's okay. No harm done... although maybe I should be on my way. I'm a bit tired."

Chicken! Scaredy cat!

But even as she chastised herself, Denny shot out a hand and prevented her from rising.

"Don't go, Laurie... please." His eyes were clear and blue, and the request seemed genuine. "Tell us about you. What's your story?"

Ah, the crunch. She'd known it would come and here it was.

"There's nothing much to tell you, really. I'm an office manager, working in a boring office for a boring firm. I don't do anything exciting or valuable to society. I'm twenty seven... but... well, at the moment I feel old as Methuselah and about as interesting. No special hobbies, except reading and sometimes I do a bit of sketching. I like art."

She was babbling, and avoiding the issue. Ed clearly knew that, because he leant forward in his chair, his warm brown eyes intent. "What are you doing here, Laurie? It's not usually the sort of place where a woman, or a man for that matter, holidays alone."

To her horror, Laurie's eyes started to water, and a strange wobbly feeling gripped her. If it hadn't been for Denny's gentle hold on her arm, which seemed to be supplying strength directly into her bloodstream, she might have had dizzy turn. She squared her shoulders, blinked, and mentally braced up.

"I'm on my honeymoon, actually."

Both men had the grace to look taken aback. Denny blinked. "But... don't you need a husband for that? Where is he?"

Laurie took a big breath. She felt oxygen starved. "I don't have a husband. I nearly did have one... but the guy I was engaged to told me he was going to marry his pregnant girlfriend. And he waited until two weeks before our wedding to inform me of th... that!" Her lip quivered. She fought to control it, but it was getting hopeless. "So there you are. I'm honeymooning alone because it was too late for a refund. And I've left that fuck bastard to make the arrangements for selling our house and sorting out everything else. To hell with him!"

It'd been more superficially civilized than that, but Laurie didn't care how it sounded. The grief and anguish and shock broke over her all over again like a great wave crashing over the white beach just a couple of hundred yards away. She began to gulp and sniff and sob, and descend into being a complete mess, longing for the ground to open up, allow her to drop in, and cover her up again.

She was a pond of shame and distress, isolated by her state of rejection. Until Denny's warm, white-clad arms folded around her, and she found herself clasped against his firm chest and enveloped in a delicious cloud of his spicy male cologne. Even as she still gulped and sobbed, she was aware of Ed swiftly crossing the gap between his chair and the sofa, and dropping his knees in front of her. While Denny hugged her, his lover stroked her back and her forearm in a slow, soothing rhythm.

Laurie had no idea how long they rocked and comforted her. It could have been minutes; it could have been hours. She only knew that their attention, even just their presence, was far more of a panacea than the commiserations of her girlfriends had been, and even gentler and more tender than the response of her family.

Enclosed in a circle of warmth and silent understanding created by two virtual strangers, she suddenly felt the ice shell she'd formed round her heart starting to melt. A carapace she had barely been aware of, that she'd erected to keep herself sane, but which she suddenly realized that she didn't need as much. Not now.

"What a despicable, idiotic fuck," growled Denny, breaking the silence, "How the hell could he do that to a gorgeous woman like you?"

Laurie laughed, and dabbed at her eyes with her free hand. The one Ed wasn't caressing.

"He is... yes, he is a despicable idiotic fuck, you're right there."

"Exactly," concurred Ed, "And he doesn't deserve a woman like you. You're obviously far better off without him."

They were just being nice, but still it felt good. The way they spoke of her, describing her as gorgeous, made her spirits soar.

Settling down, she found herself smiling. "It's funny... the way you two call me 'gorgeous' and all. Surely you really think that... well... you each think the other is gorgeous, not some leftover woman who blunders in and makes an exhibition of herself?"

Denny took her by the shoulders and set her a little away from him, staring into her eyes with his, that were as clear and blue as the beautiful skies outside were at midday. Ed took her hand very firmly, and when she stole a quick glance at him too, his eyes were very intent.

"Newsflash, beautiful Laurie," said Denny gently. Then he leant forward and pressed a quick light kiss to her lips. As their mouths made contact, Ed's thumb stroked against her palm, just as lightly, "Just because Ed and I are together, and we share a sexual relationship, it doesn't mean that we're not attracted to women sometimes too." He kissed her again, and this time, simultaneously, Ed kissed the palm of her hand. "And we especially like sexy women who aren't afraid to join in when we're playing a little game." His eyes flirted briefly to the spot on the rug where he and Ed had stood last night, fucking.

"Especially nice women who've been done over by bastards and who deserve a bit of fun and sexual pampering to take their mind off things..." It was Ed now, and he punctuated his observation by slowly licking the palm of Laurie's hand in a way that left no doubt what he was mimicking.

Between her legs, a pulse of desire woke and fluttered. In her chest, there was a commotion in her heart, a tilt-a-whirl of wonder and anticipation.

This is it. This is it.

Even after last night, she'd not believed anything could happen with these two. A part of her mind still didn't quite believe last night had been real.

But it had been real, and this was too. She could feel the touch of Ed's nimble tongue; and see the mind-bending blue of Denny's eyes. "Do you dare?" he said soft and low, inflected with challenge.

It was the tipping point. She could draw back now, just go. They'd understand her reticence, and think, well, just another shy girl who isn't quite up for it, no problem, maybe we'll find someone else.

Or she could stay, plunge in, and give herself over to them and whatever they wanted to do with her. They seemed decent guys, the type that wouldn't really hurt her. But still, but still.

Denny eased her closer to him, taking her mouth again, using a kiss as the challenge this time, inviting her to respond.

Laurie hadn't really had a lot of sex before. There'd been Jim, obviously, but regardless of whether he was randy as a goat with Melanie, he'd seemed almost under-sexed with her -- and definitely not that imaginative. Before him there'd been two or three boyfriends over the space of her adult life, all of them seeming like a serious thing at the time, but later fizzling out. And in each instance, she'd not really been to cut up about it, not from a sex point of view. With Jim, she'd been fond of him, and somehow bewitched by the idea of something permanent and lasting, and the idea of being in love rather than actually feeling it. So she'd overlooked the shortcomings that now seemed so obvious.

But this was completely different. A desire and an adventure she'd never be able to overlook or forget. If only she had the boldness to reach out and grab it.

Do you dare?

Yes, I do! I do!

Reaching up, she dug her fingers into Denny's silky curls, and opened her mouth to his, meeting his tongue when it plunged in, warm and hungry.

Yes! Not two but three silent voices seemed to chorus the word; those of the men, cheering her on, and her own inner voice proud of her own courage.

Denny kissed hard, kissed hungry, kissed dominant. Again, savoring his onslaught, Laurie almost wanted to laugh at the misleading quality of appearances. His fey, pale clothes and golden looks concealed the heart of a predator, and even the fact that he'd "received" last night probably only meant he'd demanded that his partner service his needs.

He held on tight to her, a hand at the nape of her neck, another on her shoulder, making her accept his kiss in a thrilling, primal way. He tasted of wine and honey and new beginnings.

And all the time, Ed was at work too, at first gently kissing her hand as if it were a holy artifact, but then, suddenly, on the move. As Denny kissed and subdued her, Ed began exploring. Still kneeling, he settled his hands on her thighs, one each, on the outside surfaces, slowly sliding them upwards, then down again, and then up, tantalizing her. Laurie sighed into Denny's mouth, feeling the urge to open her legs, and lift her bottom, to allow Ed more access.

"Good girl," whispered Denny, his lips starting to roam too, as he gently pushed her so she was leaning against the woven back of the settee. He kissed her brow, her cheek, and a sensitive spot beneath her ear, then tracked down the side of her neck, on and on down until he nipped at a spot just above her collarbone. As his sharp teeth plagued her, Ed's hands were down below, sliding between her thighs, urging her to open her legs, and to open her heart and self to the pair of them.

"Relax," urged Denny, still nibbling. Laurie could feel his fingers at work at the nape of her neck, then before she had time to stop him -- not that she wanted to -- he unfastened her halter top. Peeling it down, he exposed her breasts in her flimsy strapless bra.

A momentary dark cloud drifted into view. Melanie had huge boobs, and she imagined Jim, who was a breast man, fiddling and playing with them. Laurie's own breasts were smallish, nicely shaped, but not an enormous handful. But as if he'd sensed her qualms, Denny uttered a hungry masculine rumble of appreciation.

"Mm... so nice, so very nice..." Cupping her, he ran both thumbs over her nipples, teasing her through the lightly forming Lycra of her bra. "Look, Ed, aren't these just the most beautiful breasts you've ever seen? Oh God, I love women with pretty little tits... and wicked hard nipples."

Laurie closed her eyes and rolled her shoulders, loving the way he teased and played with her, and silently begging for him to bare her breasts completely.

"Let's have this off, shall we? And get a better view."

Despite the fact he had a male lover it was obvious that Denny knew his way around a brassiere. In less than a second, hers was unhitched, whipped off and flung cheerfully across the room, out of the way.

"Yes, that is better. Much better... Much, much better..." His fingertips drifted over her flesh, teasing each nipple, flicking at them, and then suddenly, he was reaching behind her, gripping her upper arms, drawing her shoulder blades together so that her breasts were lifted and presented.

Laurie's eyes shot open. The move wasn't what she'd expected, but it was stunning, thrilling. The sense of exhibition reminded her of what she'd done last night, showing herself to them. Only this time she was being shown, exposed and offered to Ed's hungry lips. She saw the quickest of glances pass between the men, and he came up on his knees and leant forward, drawing her left nipple into his mouth and sucking hard.

As he did so, Denny nipped at her neck again, teasing delicately with the edges of his teeth. "Isn't this nice?" he murmured, between nips.

Nice? It was incredible. Like nothing before. With Denny worrying her neck, and Ed's mouth tormenting her nipple, Laurie just couldn't keep still. It was like the men were creating an ever growing circuit of desire inside her body, energy bouncing from her throat, to her breasts, to her pussy. Between her legs she felt swollen and tense, ravenous for pleasure.

"Do you like it, Laurie?" taunted Denny, his voice and breath warm against her skin, "Do you like commanding the services of two men? Feeling two mouths paying homage to your beauty?"

Laurie didn't know what to say. She barely could say anything. She just wanted to groan and gasp and wriggle about.

Sliding his hands down her arms, Denny caught both her wrists in a single-handed grip, then reached out with his freed hand to caress her other breast. He pinched, lightly, and then rolled her nipple to and fro, to and fro between his fingertips, somehow managing to match the rhythm of Ed's sucking, teasing lips.

"Oh, God!"

Laurie couldn't keep quiet any more. It was harder and harder to keep still. Getting desperate, she bore down on the seat beneath her, parting her thighs further. Ed laughed softly, his breath wafting her breast, and Denny said, "Good girl... good girl... that's it... show us that you want it."

Laurie bore down harder, gasping for breath, willing one of her enterprising swains to take off her panties. No, more than that. She wanted one of them to rip her knickers off, tear them off, wrench them from her body and jam a hand between her legs. She didn't care which of them did it as long as one of them did.

"What shall we do now?" Denny, as ever, was the spokesman, and he punctuated his words with rougher, wickeder tweaks, "Tell us what you want and we'll do it. We're your slaves, beautiful, beautiful Laurie."

No, you're wrong. I'm your slave. I'll do anything, anything you want of me.

It was a new state of mind. She was a new Laurie. She'd morphed into a woman whose daring and hunger thrilled her; a woman who wasn't afraid to have the pleasure of two men.

She was even a woman who could say outrageous things.

"I want you to touch my pussy and bring me off!"

"Oh, you're a wicked, dirty, gorgeous woman," growled Denny in her ear, "and I can't think of anything... or anyone... I'd rather do right now."

"Not even him?" she gasped, nodding at Ed, kneeling before.

"Don't worry. He'll get his turn. And he'll enjoy it all the more if you're there too." Denny was so in charge, so dominant. His voice and his fingers thrilled her. "Now, come on, buddy," he said, turning his attention to his partner in lust, "Let's get this delicious hussy's knickers off and show her what we can do."

Ed chuckled, gave Laurie's teat a last little nibble, and then sat back on his haunches, reaching for her panties. He slid his thumbs beneath the elastic, then paused and gave her an odd little look. With a slight nod, he withdrew for a moment, and in a swift, efficient movement, whipped his dark cotton top off over his head, baring his chest.

"There you are," observed Denny cheerfully, "Something pretty to look at while you come."

Pretty? Well, that wasn't the first word she'd have chosen. Gorgeous was more accurate. Hunky... Desirable, absolutely and completely...

Ed's skin was rather pale, but it had a creamy, healthy sheen, and his muscles were lean but crisply defined. He had very dark, pert little nipples and Laurie suddenly longed to repay the compliment and kiss them. But it seemed she wasn't going to get the chance just yet, because the men were clearly all about her for the time being.

With all the ruthlessness she craved, Ed peeled off her panties, efficient, but impatient. He flung them away with a flourish and took hold of her thighs, prizing them wide apart and exposing her in a way that made her gasp. She'd never been this open, this... this presented before. It occurred to her how staid her sex life had always been, but it didn't bother her. She was certainly making up for it now, especially with Denny's lips against her throat in a renewed, nibbling kiss, and his fingertips twirling around her nipple as Ed surveyed her pussy.

"Exquisite," murmured Denny.

"You bet," echoed Ed.

As if she needed any further proof that these two unusual men liked women as well as enjoying their own gender, Denny suddenly clutched at her hand and conducted it to his groin. He was hard as rock and huge inside his pale trousers.

"See, what did I tell you?" His teeth grazed her neck, and he caught his breath as she squeezed him, a reflex action. "And look at Ed too. He's dying to taste you."

It was true. Ed's erection was pushing hard at the zip of his jeans, deforming their smooth snug line.

"It's all right. I believe you," gasped Laurie, her entire body filled with energy and desire. She edged forward where she sat, opening herself wider. Her pussy felt as if was screaming for touch, for attention. "Please get on with it!"

Both men laughed. "With the greatest of pleasure," growled Ed, plunging forward, ready with hands and lips and tongue to obey her.

A sensation of her own power made Laurie's heart sing. She was at their mercy, and yet at the same time she controlled them. They were hers, to give her pleasure, and to worship her. She felt herself smash through yet another barrier of her grief and disappointment, and burst through to another realm of joy and confidence.

Sliding his hands beneath her bottom, Ed angled her hips so he could get at her better, and then dove right in, nuzzling at her pussy. At the same time, Denny too applied himself to the heart of the matter, reaching down to deftly part her curls for his friend.

"Oh God, oh God," Laurie groaned as Ed's hot mouth found her flesh.

She started to wriggle. She couldn't help herself; the sensations of Ed's lapping tongue were so exquisite. But Denny held her firm, one arm slung around her middle, the other on her thigh, holding her apart so his lover could gain better access. For a moment his hand drifted to Ed's short brown hair and he ruffled it, seeming to complete a circle of intimacy, joining them all.

Laurie still squirmed, but they held her firm and close, strong arms steadying her, protecting her. The three of them were one being, devoted to her pleasure, their focus Ed's nimble tongue, flicking, flickering.

She closed her eyes, arching, lost in a world of sweet sensations, touch, sound, and scent. Every sense was acute. Her own gasps and moans echoed around the room, blending with Denny's murmurings of encouragement, and Ed's hungry little grunts of appreciation. She could smell, quite distinctly, the different colognes of the men: Denny, rich and spicy, Ed, crisper, blue, Alpine somehow. And she could smell herself, hot and foxy, drenched in desire.

And still Ed worked her with his tongue, merciless yet bountiful, attacking her clit with exactly the pressure and variation that she needed. One moment it was dabbing hard, the next like a hummingbird's wing fluttering, sometimes mixing things up by furling to point and dipping into the entrance to her vagina.

"Oh please, oh please," she burbled, not quite sure what she was begging for, but getting it anyway when Ed brought his fingers into play as well as his mouth. He thrust two into her firmly, coasting in on her copious silkiness, while at the same time sucking hard on her clit.

Climaxing hard, Laurie let out a shriek, part of her mind dimly wondering what the playmates in the other cabana would think, as surely they could hear it.

But the other part of her mind, the greater part, was lost, lost, lost, soaring high on a great gust of glowing white bliss as she jerked and bucked in the men's hold, all the time hearing Denny's chant of pride and encouragement in her ear.

It seemed to go on for an indeterminate period, rising and rising, filling her with pleasure and power and a joy unalloyed. Even when it began to ebb, she wasn't sad. No post orgasmic melancholy. She just subsided back onto the sofa, a huge grin on her face and an exquisite satisfied glow between her legs.

To bracket the experience, she received two kisses. One came from Denny, a touch of his lips to the corner of her mouth; one from Ed, a reverential little buss against her sticky pubic curls.

"There, do you still think we only like men?" His brown eyes glittered as he looked up at her, his mouth still only inches from her pussy.

Laurie laughed. She was still catching her breath and blown away by intense, sweet, aftershocks. "Well, you either do like women or you're a pair of geniuses at hiding your aversion, and that's a fact."

"No aversion, sweet Laurie. None at all," said Denny, giving her a strangely sexless, almost brotherly hug, "You're gorgeous and delicious." He flashed his friend a broad, wicked wink, "As my compadre here can no doubt now attest."

"Yum!" Ed licked his lips in a slow, lascivious swipe, then unfolded himself from his knees, gave Laurie's thigh a gentle squeeze, and resumed his place in the planter's chair.

Still hazed, she glanced from one to the other. They looked smug, and very pleased with themselves, but she couldn't find it in her to be in the least bit annoyed by that. Yes, they were a pair of sexual pirates, if not usually, well at least on this holiday. They'd selected her as a likely playmate for their threesome games, possibly even targeted her as a lone and needy woman. But still her gut feeling was that there was nothing fundamental venal about either man. They were pleasure lovers, and pleasure givers, out for fun, but still basically caring and decent.

They were what they were. They weren't hiding anything. Their honesty was refreshing, and a relief after what had happened recently.

The shade of Jim drifted into her mind, but seemed insubstantial. It was as if she'd only imagined him, while Ed and Denny were real, oh so real.

Yes, real men, both with erections.

"So what now?" She sat up, her momentary exhaustion fading, only to be replaced a new energy, and astonishingly, fresh desire.

Here she was with the two most gorgeous hunks on the island, and the night was beautiful and young.

"Let's go for a walk on the beach," said Denny, "I fancy making love beneath the stars."

ACT THREE

It wasn't what Laurie had expected, but somehow, ten minutes later, as they strolled along the strand together, it was right. It was better than right. It was perfect... and also scary and daring.

"What if someone sees up?"

The question had to be asked, and Laurie, as the newcomer in this trio, knew she was the one who had to ask it.

"Oh tish pooh," said Denny airily, "everybody's holed up in their cabanas at night shagging, and even if they aren't, nobody's going to complain, are they?" He waggled his sandy eyebrows at them both, and Laurie and Ed exchanged despairing looks. It was already strangely easy to do that. She'd never before felt that she fitted in, so quickly and so easily.

"This is a lovers' resort," he went on, "and we're just fulfilling the remit. Sex on the beach is almost compulsory, I'd say."

They'd already covered quite a bit of ground along the pale, moonlit beach, even though they were just ambling along in their loose group of three. Barefoot, and with their feet dusted with the fine white sand, they trudged in a line abreast. Ed wore just in his jeans and his chest gleamed in dramatic light. Under his arm he carried a rolled up beach blanket. Denny was still fully dressed apart from his shoes and socks, and was toting a plastic drinking bottle filled with rum, lime cordial and ice cubes, in case they should need a little "refreshment". With nothing to carry herself, Laurie had restored order to her dress, but abandoned her bra and knickers back at the cabana. They didn't really seem necessary any more.

"If you say so," she answered, meeting Denny's eye.

"I do say so." His grin was broad and puckish, irresistible. "And even if we do get slung off the island, all we have to do is hop on a plane, hole up at our London place, and shag each others' brains out there instead."

"Do you have other places too?" She hadn't pegged being a professor of volcanology as a lucrative employment, but clearly it was.

"Oh, Denny has places all over the place," Ed chipped in, reaching around to give his lover a playful thump on the shoulder, "His family is rolling in it. Titles up the wazoo." As Laurie turned around, walking backwards for a step or two, to watch their by-play, Denny gave Ed a mock threatening glare. "His real name is the Honorable Edmund St. John Denbeigh James, don't you know."

"So you're a toff?" Laurie challenged.

"Pah!" said Denny, kicking a plume of sand in Ed's direction, before scanning the beach ahead of them. "Look, there's a spot... a nice hollow, if you're worried about being watched all of a sudden." He gave Laurie a wink. "We just need those bloody seagulls to vamoose."

With that, he took off along the beach with a soft whoop, clearly intent on getting the seabirds to vacate his chosen trysting place by means of waving his bottle at them.

Laurie couldn't help but grin. Aristocrat or otherwise, there was something free and happy and young about the beautiful blond man that touched the heart. No wonder Ed adored him. Who wouldn't? She turned to her companion and wasn't the least bit surprised to see Ed looking in his lover's direction with such a fond expression in his eyes that Laurie felt almost teary.

"You love him, don't you?"

"Yes, I do... He's all the world to me," said Ed simply, still smiling in Denny's direction.

"It's obvious he feels the same. I can tell, and I barely know either of you." She followed his gaze, watching Denny, who'd strolled into the sea now he'd vanquished the gulls, and was kicking around in the shallows. "I still wonder what... well, what you need me for though. You're such a perfect pair. I'd have thought you wouldn't need anybody but each other."

Ed paused for thought, and then turned to her, with a little shrug. "Mostly we don't need anyone else. We have all we need in each other." He looked skyward for a moment, as if looking for a way to express what he meant. "But every now and again, one or the other of us will just have a yearning for the shape of a woman, for the voice of a woman. I don't know... for that special way of looking at the world that a woman has." His eyes met hers, very level and serious now. "There used to be a girl, Anya... we all lived together for a while, and we got on really well. It seemed as if it was going to last, but then she met a guy at the college where she worked, and fell for him, and she wanted a conventional life with him." He shrugged again. "We were happy for her. Still are. And she's doing great with her new husband."

"I see," said Laurie, sort of seeing. She looked up at the beautiful night sky, and then across the white beach, to the equally beautiful man who'd abandoned his splashing and who was walking back towards them, his face alight with joy and mischief. Then, she flipped her gaze to the man at her side.

I'm so lucky tonight. I couldn't ask for anything better. Even if I never see these two again, I'll remember this for the rest of my life, and be glad of it.

"See. Birds all sorted. Beverage shaken not stirred," said Denny, setting down the bottle and then whisking the rug out of Ed's hands. He surveyed the newly cleared area then spread out the thick, capacious square of tartan cloth. The perfect size for three. Grasping both their hands, he pulled the two of them down beside him.

But no sooner had he settled them, and given each a peck on the cheek, than he was up again, grinning and shrugging out of his waistcoat. With an animal grace, he peeled off his shirt, and stepped out of his trousers, and then in the wink of an eye, he'd whipped off his snug white underwear too. Giving them just a second or two first to admire him, he flopped down onto the rug, and struck a pose that would have made an odalisque envious.

Bloody hell... you're gorgeous.

She'd seen both men naked last night, of course, but there was a big difference between spying on them from a distance, and being up close, up close enough to touch. Denny's body was wonderful, smooth and toned, not a muscle-man, but developed in all the right places. His cock was thick and eager, rising hard.

"Well then?" He nodded at the surfeit of clothing that Laurie and Ed still wore.

Ed waggled his eyebrows and grinned, his fingers flying to his jeans' zipper.

"Um... yeah, right." Even after the things they'd done, Laurie still felt a little nervous, stripping off here on a public beach. They'd walked a good way from the resort, but there still might be some restless, lonely, or insomniac person walking this way.

"Go on, gorgeous, you can do it. You're delicious. We want to see all of you." Denny's smile was seductive and challenging, although Laurie couldn't really concentrate on it, because her eyes were fatally drawn to his cock, and the way he was unashamedly giving it a frisk.

All of me? Am I up to this? You two are both so incredibly fit, so goddamn beautiful. And I'm just an averagely pretty woman with an average body.

Denny edged towards her, as if he'd heard her thoughts, and behind her, she heard Ed fling away his jeans, then, presumably his underwear.

"Whatever you're thinking, don't think it," Denny commanded, "We've already seem most of you... and you're a goddess, woman, an absolute goddess." He slid his hands over her shoulders and attacked the bow at the back of her neck, while from behind, Ed unfastened the zip in the side of her dress.

In the blink of an eye, she was naked, the pretty sun frock flung away along with the men's clothing.

"Beautiful." Denny's mouth settled on her lips.

"Adorable." Ed brushed her hair aside and settled a light kiss on the nape of her neck.

Laurie settled a hand on Denny's waist, and fishing around behind herself, found Ed's hip with the other one. Both men had hot, smooth skin; both their bodies were firm, their solid reality powerful and reassuring. She could do this. It was right. It was good. It affirmed life and joy and banished all her doubt in herself.

"So what do we do then? I'm not used to three bodies. I mean, with one man, I know what goes where... and with two men together, well, you just focus on each other." She squeezed each one of them, searching for answers that might be mapped on the epidermis of each of her lovers. "How do we organize the three of us?"

"It's easy," said Ed, kissing her again, "Just plunge in, do what you fancy. There's nothing right or wrong. No checklist or anything." He ran his hands up and down her flanks in a slow soothing movement, while at her front Denny cradled his face in his two hands and kissed her with an extraordinary gentleness and delicacy. Dabbing little kisses around the periphery of her mouth, he sighed against her skin, and then spoke up.

"Why not start by repaying Ed's compliment?" He ran his tongue suggestively along the inner edge of her lower lip, flicking and teasing. "He gave you good head, why not do the same to him? You've got such a beautiful mouth... and a naughty tongue." For a moment he pushed his own tongue between her lips and teased hers.

Yes, she could do that. She liked giving head. It was another way in which she felt powerful... and playful. Jim had been disappointingly unenthusiastic whenever she'd suggested it, and she'd always been flabbergasted by that. What kind of man didn't much like having his cock sucked?

"Oh hell, yes," growled Ed behind her, "That's a great idea. Are you up for it, doll?"

Doll? Laurie laughed. Nobody had ever called her "doll" before, but she liked it.

"Absolutely!" Giving Denny a last kiss, she turned in his hold, and faced Ed, whose face was aglow. Kissing him quickly, she pushed hard on his shoulders, urging him to lie back on the blanket. The men were right. This was easy. She just had to follow her instincts.

Ed subsided, stretching out on his back, half sitting up, resting on his elbows. Laurie shuffled around beside him, and beside her, Denny moved into a better position on too.

"Isn't that a sight for sore eyes?" he murmured, reaching out to run his fingers up the side of Ed's rigid, erect cock. It was pointing towards the moon, hard and ready to be serviced. "Just play with the tip, for starters. He likes that." Sliding his fist down the base, he seemed to offer his friend's penis for Laurie's approval.

Adjusting herself on the rug, Laurie knelt and braced herself with her left hand, while with the fingers of her right hand she encircled Ed, just above Denny's grip. The darker man moaned, and moved seductively against the tartan weave beneath him.

Laurie extended her tongue, licking the tip as suggested. She paused and smiled at Denny. Ed was just like a beautiful living lollipop that they were sharing. When she engulfed his glans, impatient to taste him, he groaned again.

"Oh God, yes... more of that. More."

Laurie sucked and flicked and teased, loving the heat and the saltiness of him, and the way his tiny love-eye yielded and pouted against her tongue. Attended by two lovers, Ed seemed content to let them pleasure him, and he grabbed at the blanket at his side, twisting and grabbing at it in bunches, rocking his hips from side to side, and sometimes thrusting upwards. His cock was big, long and substantial, but Denny's governing hand kept him from pushing up too hard into Laurie's mouth. At the same time Denny stroked her hair encouragingly with his free hand.

"Oh yes, I can see you're very good at this," he purred, as Ed hissed an impassioned expletive in response to Laurie's foray beneath the head of his cock.

"You're fucking amazing!" snarled Ed, "never mind 'very good'... Oh yes, woman, that's it... oh hell, yes, that's it!"

Laurie would have grinned again if she hadn't had her mouth full. The men might be encouraging her, directing her even, but still, she felt in complete control, even though hot and excited. Down between her own legs, her sex was tense and heavy, almost as if every stroke of her tongue against Ed's flesh was a delicious wave of stimulation to her own body. She moaned around Ed's cock when Denny slithered his hand from her head and down her spine to her bottom. He was curled over and around her, kneeling against her and somehow enclosing her in his body heat while she enclosed the tip of Ed's penis with her lips. Against her hip, she could feel the surge of the blond man's cock pressing into her skin like a living brand.

As Laurie teased Ed with her tongue, Denny teased her in return. Allowing her sole dominion over Ed's cock, he slid a hand under her belly, completing a delicious circle of intimacy when the fingers of his other hand fluttered into her cleft from behind.

He stroked her, he played her, dabbling at her entrance and rolling her clit in a wicked rhythm. She made an uncouth sound around the obstruction in her mouth.

"Naughty, naughty, beautiful girl," he murmured, still inclined over her, "Concentrate on Ed. Don't let yourself get distracted."

How the hell am I supposed to do that?

Inside, Laurie laughed. The man was preposterous. His fingers were driving her crazy, but he was telling her to concentrate. Her eyes snapped towards Ed, and she could see he was trying to watch what Denny was doing.

Devils! You're both devils!

Plagued by pleasure, she renewed her onslaught on Ed's cock, sucking hard, probing with her tongue, giving him as good as she was getting from Denny. They were crazy, wild, sexy men and in that moment, she adored the pair of them. There was nowhere in the world she'd rather be than on this magical moonlight beach, on her knees, giving head to a relative stranger. There was nobody in her life she'd rather be with than these two.

"Oh God," cried Ed suddenly, his hips bucking and lifting, his glans pushing, pushing, pushing as he climaxed. Was it her tongue, or what he was seeing that had triggered him? She didn't know. Her only reality was his semen in her mouth, and Denny's fingers.

For a moment or two, Ed held her to him, his fingers buried in her hair, but then, as his spasms ebbed, he released her, falling back against the blanket, gasping hard as his penis slipped from between her lips. "Thank you, doll," he murmured, his smooth chest heaving.

Laurie made as if to rise, but Denny forestalled her. "Uh oh. Stay where you are. Unfinished business." She obeyed, crouching on the rug, half over Ed while his lover presided over her in return, both hands working.

It didn't last long. She was too excited to hold out against him, neither did she want to. Within seconds she followed Ed into orgasm, her sex clenching and rippling in stunning waves. Slipping sideways, she too fell into a heap on the rug, panting for breath.

The man in the moon smiled down on them. Laurie smiled back up at him, enjoying the magical sexual wonderland. She cared not what happened in the future, or what had happened in the past. This was the moment, the crazy moment, to enjoy.

As she got her breath back, she blinked and sat up. Ed was just lying on the rug, a foolish grin on his narrow handsome face making him look very young. Denny smiled too, and reached over and laid his hand on her shoulder, his touch almost fraternal, congratulatory.

"Here, have a swig of this. It'll take the taste away." He offered the drinking bottle, shuffling up close so he could hold it while she sipped.

"I don't mind the taste," said Laurie in all honestly. Ed's semen had a bland, clean flavor, not at all unpleasant.

"Neither do I," answered Denny with a golden wink, "But I still think you deserve a drink after that performance."

The rum and lime was fresh and spicy, the perfect reviver. Laurie had never tasted anything quite so delicious and welcome in her life. As the heat went down her throat and into her belly, she did indeed feel stirred and refreshed. The bite of the rum seemed to reignite her, despite all the pleasures she'd already feasted on.

As did the sight of Denny's cock, thick and sturdy, rearing up from his groin as if waiting for its turn to participate.

Laurie hitched forward a little, licking her lips and wondering if over-proof spirit would be at all damaging to the shiny, stretched skin of Denny's erection. "Er... would you like me to do the honors for you too?" She nodded towards his penis, where it swayed a little as he moved towards her.

His grin was seraphic. "Bless you, my queen of sexiness. I don't think I've ever had a sweeter offer." He paused, offering her the drink bottle again, and waiting while she had another pull at it. "But that's not exactly what I want right at the moment."

Laurie blinked. What did he want? Did he intend too fuck his lover, Ed, while she watched? She'd no doubt that Ed would pretty quickly revive at that prospect and it would both intriguing and red hot to see the two men together in a reverse of the configuration of last night.

But when she made to move aside, and allow Denny to get to Ed, he set aside the bottle, and took hold of her lightly by both her shoulders. "Uh oh... no, not that."

"But..."

His answer was to push her down onto her back on the rug, and kiss her, moving his body over hers like a cloak of heat. As his tongue pushed into her mouth, he rubbed his cock against her thigh.

Oh Lordy, you want to fuck me! Why didn't I think of that?

"When I said we like girls," Denny murmured, moving his mouth over her face, her jaw and her neck, then worrying a sensitive patch of skin just beneath her ear, teasing it with the sharp edges of his teeth, "That means we like to fuck girls too." Nibble, nibble, nibble... "But only very special girls like you. Very special women, who... who... Well, women who really mean something to us."

The sweet kissing went on, and Laurie gave back as good as she got. But a part of her analyzed what he'd said and her mind began to whirl and slowly wonder. She felt special. She was special. And as her eyes filled with tears, it dawned on her that on this enchanted night, she was much, much more special than she'd ever been back at home, even when engaged, and almost married. Out of a clear Caribbean sky, it seemed almost as if the perfect man for her, times two, had descended from heaven.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Denny lifted his face and peered down at her, his brow crimping, "Are you all right, sweetheart?" He rested on his elbow and used his free hand to stroke her face and smooth back her hair, his touch infinitely gentle. "If we're too much for you, you just have to say. We'll take it down a notch or two. We can all just sit here in the moonlight for a while, you know. We don't have to have sex. We can just be buddies."

More tears threatened, but they were good ones. Denny and Ed were the most exciting and desirable men she'd ever met, but they were nice too. Strange and old-fashioned as that seemed.

I like nice. Nice is sexy. Very sexy indeed.

"I'm fine, Denny... more than fine," she answered, reaching up to stroke his face, then turning to smile at Ed too, when she felt his reassuring hand on her shoulder. "And I don't want to take anything down any number of notches. I like things at this level, just as they are." She swirled her hips, rubbing her belly against Denny's rigid cock.

Denny grin widened into a creamy, smug, boyish, irresistible, masculine smirk.

"That's the spirit," he growled, plunging in for more hard kisses, tongue probing wickedly, as his hands, and a couple of extra ones, began to explore.

Laurie had never felt so pampered and so caressed, and she loved the way that Ed stroked and touched Denny as he in turn stroked and touched her. They were like one delicious, fondling man-unit, eager to serve her.

"Condom, buddy," instructed Denny after a little while, his face nuzzled against her neck. She felt him reach out a hand, fingers waggling in a request for Ed to supply a contraceptive, presumably from the pocket of his jeans, or Denny's trousers.

Swiftly, Ed found one and then came to kneel beside them. Denny half slid off Laurie, and seemed to present himself for enrobing. Laurie watched, a luscious frisson of lust roiling in her belly as Ed rolled the rubber sheath onto his friend. It was a normal, fine, near-transparent one this time, not the lurid day-glow version from last night.

"What, no Technicolor dream-coat tonight?" she said, admiring the latex gleam of the form-fitting sheath where it clung to the firm flesh beneath.

"Oh no, those are heavy duty johnnies, designed for backdoor action." The men's fingers casually brushed each other as Denny checked the fit. "These are finer, so I can feel being inside you all the better." He reached for her hand, folding it in his and Ed's, around his cock.

Laurie giggled.

"What're you laughing at, you cheeky mare?" Denny gave her an arch look, his thumb stroking her fingers.

"All for one, one for all." She squeezed him lightly.

"Exactly," observed Ed, his own fingers flexing.

"Precisely," chimed Denny happily, "Now shall we get on?" As Ed slid back onto his haunches, the blond moved over Laurie, pressing his cock against her belly.

She was ready, so ready for him. He was to be her first man since the catastrophe that had brought her here alone and her first man as a woman who was free to make choices. Squirming against Denny, she nudged and encouraged him to enter her, giving back his demanding kisses to invite him in.

Had she planned to have sex on this holiday? Maybe... Had she ever anticipated it would be as strange and wonderful as this? Never... Fingers probed and nudged at her entrance, positioning Denny's erection, setting it just right against her. As she kissed, and surged up eagerly, grabbing his back and buttocks, she couldn't tell in the tangle of limbs exactly whose fingers they were. She just knew they were strong and sure and male.

And then he was in, pushing forward in a smooth, confident stroke. Laurie's eyes popped open and she gasped. He felt big, deliciously big, stretching her as he slid into the hilt. "Oh yeah," he gasped, rocking his hips, going deeper. A hand slid over her hip, gentle and encouraging, Ed's blessing.

Denny was hungry for her. He fucked her hard. All the watching and anticipating while she'd pleasured Ed had driven the blond man to distraction and a towering state of raw desire. He grunted happily as he plowed her, murmuring raw endearments and a blue streak of praise for her body and the way she felt. His hips rocked with extraordinary power, battering her against the rug and the sand beneath them, every stroke nudging hard against her clit.

Yes, Denny was fierce, and his body ruthless, but at the same time Ed's caresses, roaming over them both, were sweet and tender. The combination of wild power with exquisite nurturing made her moan, overcome and almost delirious even before she reached for climax.

The sky above was dark, yet the moon was bright, the elemental contrast an echo of Ed and Denny. Between them, they were best of everything, all she wanted. Moaning and crying out without fear or inhibition, Laurie's own hands roved over all the masculine flesh she could reach and touch: Denny's muscular, flexing back and ass, and Ed's firm thighs and caressing hands. She even explored his cock, newly hard, where he pressed himself as closely as he could against the juncture of her and Denny, sharing their friction.

The waves lashed the shoreline, each one washing Laurie and her lovers ever higher, higher, higher towards their peak. Would they reach it together? She didn't know. She doubted it. They were still three bodies, three entities, despite their union. She knew that she at least could not hold out. Her sex convulsing with delicious pleasure, she arched and climaxed, with cries of "Yes, baby... yes" echoing in her ears, in not one, but two happy masculine voices.

Even as she rippled and surged, sensation tingling in every part of her from toes almost to the tips of her hair, she felt Denny come inside her, the pulsations exquisitely distinct. He shouted hoarsely as his hips went jab, jab, jab in the familiar fast strokes, and Ed's fingers laced with Laurie's against their lover's bottom, holding him close, keeping him deep, to increase his joy.

Then it was Ed's turn. As Denny half collapsed in a heap on top of her, Ed seemed to throw himself against them, surging and rocking, pushing against their heat and their sweaty skin to massage his cock. As one, she and Denny each flung a weary arm around him, drawing him closer, including him in an intimacy that transcended penetration. Messy kisses were aimed, found their target somehow, and Ed too roared his orgasm and then subsided against them, his sticky semen spurting out onto two bodies.

"Oh my God," gasped Laurie with what little air was left in her lungs, her chest heaving as the two men both lifted free of her, allowing her to breath again. They weren't heavyweights but there were two of them to her one. She laughed aloud as the pressure eased, and she gulped in oxygen. "That was... well... I don't know how to describe it. I sort of feel as if I've been fucked by both of you, even though I haven't. It's just incredible."

"You can say that again." Flinging one arm out across the sand, Denny grabbed her hand with the other and squeezed it tight.

"Mm..." was all Ed could manage, taking her other hand. The two men were lying one at either side of her, both still breathing heavily too.

Laurie smiled at the star sprinkled heavens above her, gazing up with a sense of wonder that encompassed the sky and the earth below, and her men.

"I could just lie here all night. I feel like the proverbial million dollars." She glanced from one to the other, loving the dark and the fair. Really loving them in that moment, even if rationally, she knew that was absurd. She was too happy to get tearful again, but even so, what had happened moved her deeply. These beautiful men had healed her wounds, and much, much more. "Thank you. Both of you... you're amazing. I know this might sound corny, but, well, you've made me whole again."

"You're most welcome, beautiful Laurie," said Ed, turning on his side towards her and kissing her hand. His expression was luminous, and seemed to take in both her and Denny beyond her. When she turned to the blond man, she saw his eyes glittering in an odd, sweet, strangely flabbergasted way, as if he'd observed a sudden revelation that made him very happy.

"Ditto," he said, and his voice was a little shaky as he too kissed her hand.

For a long while they lay in quiet companionship, occasionally exchanging random kisses amongst each other. Even when two were kissing each other, it seemed to Laurie as if the third was somehow always still involved. There was nothing really sexual in the kisses and the touches, they were all three sated and relaxed, for the time being. But the promise of more to come was always latent.

Eventually, they shared the last of their fruity rum and gathered their clothes, all helping each other to dress. After a slow, companionable trudge back to the courtyard and the pool, Laurie followed the men into their cabana without the slightest hesitation.

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After that, the three of them were inseparable. By day, they talked and laughed, and lounged in the sun, and did all the things Laurie would have done on her honeymoon and more. In the company of a pair of dare-devil scientists instead a middle manager, she got coaxed into jet-skiing, paragliding, scuba diving and hiking exploits she'd never have tried otherwise -- and loved every minute of it.

When they were all too exhausted for adventures, both Denny and Ed plied her with knowledge. She learnt about volcanoes and weather patterns, and a whole lot more outside her lovers' special study areas. They discussed art, current affairs, food, films... everything.

At night, though, it was sex, sex, sex, sex... and more delicious sex. They explored "everything" there too. And far from it being strange and peculiar to combine three bodies into infinite combinations, it all seemed to happen perfectly naturally.

Laurie's inhibitions melted like the high wisps of lacy cloud in the blue skies. With Denny and Ed, she could do anything. Try anything. Ask for anything. And in return they asked and urged and suggested back at her. Sometimes certain of their anatomical acrobatics misfired a bit, and they ended in a tangled heap, with uncontrollable laughter and semen hither and thither, but that was all part of the pleasure, part of the closeness.

The only dark cloud was the fact it had to end. But on the last day, over a sumptuous dinner in the resort's finest hotel, Denny glanced at Ed, and then turned to Laurie.

"I don't want this to be the end of us," he said quietly, reaching across the china and silverware to lay a hand on both Laurie's and Ed's. "I'm not sure how we could work it, but I'd like there to be more, you know? Something beyond what we've had here."

His blue eyes were luminous and hopeful, focused on her. It was her call. The two men were already a couple, but astonishingly, they wanted to open their circle of two, and draw her in. Laurie glanced quickly at Ed, and saw the same hope in brown eyes as in blue.

"I... I don't know what to say." She didn't either. This was huge, life-changing, something she'd never imagined in a hundred years.

"Perhaps you could think about it, while we're both away?" suggested Ed, "See how you feel. I know it'll be the biggest change for you, but I feel the same as Denny." He squeezed her hand. "I don't want to lose what we've had here."

"Neither do I," she blurted out, not giving herself time to think, and not really needing it. For the first time in her life, she knew what she wanted, despite its strangeness.

As Denny began to outline the possibilities, and how they might proceed, and what they might do when they could all be back together again, her heart soared, knowing it could be achieved, and wanting it to be with every fiber of her soul.

EPILOGUE

It wasn't quite as hot as the Caribbean in Denny's London house, but it wasn't all that far off. Both her lovers, for different reasons, liked the central heating turned up high. Denny felt the cold after the steamy heat of Indonesia, and after his sojourn in icy southern climes, Ed had sworn that he never, ever wanted to feel cold ever again.

Laurie padded back from the bathroom and stared fondly at the two of them, both stretched out in the extra wide bed they all now shared. Ed had turned over, and was lying like a neat little schoolboy, his hands tucked under his chin, looking adorable, especially with the roguish goatee that was all that was left of his full Antarctic beard. Denny was lying on his back, limbs akimbo, and had spread out into the area she'd been lying in. He'd come home with shorter hair, and a leaner more weathered look, but he was still the golden god from their first holiday.

Clutching her glass of water, Laurie couldn't help but beam at them, and the way things had turned out. How many women in the world had been given the opportunity she had? She'd been gifted with the chance to start an exciting new life after being kicked in the teeth by a broken engagement; the chance to spend her days with not one, but two gorgeous loving men.

They'd all got to know each other properly during the men's absence, crazy as that seemed. Long, shared emails, online chats, and even phone calls had cemented their bond. They'd somehow reached a deeper understanding than she'd ever achieved with Jim, and when Denny had suggested she move to London, and his house, she'd not thought twice. Nor had she had the slightest qualm when he'd pulled strings to get her a job as school secretary at the exclusive private college he'd once attended.

It'd been lonely for a while, waiting, but then first Ed, then Denny had returned, and once reunited they'd become a completed picture instead of three pieces of a jigsaw.

"What are you doing loitering around there out of bed, woman?" Denny's eyes snapped open and glinted shrewdly in the darkness, even though his familiar voice was sleepy. Across the bed, Ed stirred and rolled over towards him at the sound of it.

"Just getting a drink of water," she replied, setting down the glass as Ed sat up and hitched across to make some space for her.

"Well, get back here. We've missed you." Ever the boss, Denny too slid aside to make more room, pushing down the covers and patting the expanse of sheet between him and Ed.

Laurie climbed onto the bed, not knowing which way to look and spoiled for choice between the two of them. Even though he was still half asleep Ed was sporting an erection, and Denny's cock was suddenly high and hard too. Lying down between them, Laurie gave each a loving stroke.

"Mm... nice," purred Denny, shimmying closer and pressing his lips to the side of her face, gently kissing her as his warm hand sought her breast.

Ed just nuzzled her neck and slid his fingertips down her belly and into the moist cleft of her sex.

Desire surged, and love made her glow. She wriggled against the mattress, her body alive with sensation, her face wreathed with smiles. Would she ever tire of this? Would she ever get bored with the sheer wonder of having not one man loving her but two? She doubted it. Rubbing her thumbs against each of their cocks she made them groan.

While Ed slithered his fingertip in wicked little circles around her clit, Denny's fingers in turn rolled and tweaked her nipple. Conscious thought slipped away, and raw, primal instinct took its place. The glittering prize of orgasm drew quickly closer.

Denny bent over to kiss her nipples, first one then the other, and then unexpectedly lifted his head to look her in the eye.

"You know I love you, don't you?" His voice was serious, despite what he and Ed were doing to her. "And Ed loves you too, and I think you care for both of us as well."

"Yes! Yes, I do!" she gasped, more shaken by the sudden words even than by the feeling of Ed's fingertip flicking devilishly at her clitoris.

"Well, I was thinking that if we all still feel the same way in a month or two, then it might be a good idea for one of us two guys to marry you." He bent his head, and kissed her nipple again, this time drawing it between his lips for a delicate suck. "It's a bit annoying that they don't do these civil contract thingies for three people who want to get together, but I think we can make do with one wedding between the three of us as a reasonable substitute. What do you think?"

"I... oh God! Yes! Whatever!" she gasped as Ed's finger slid inside her and his thumb settled fair and square on her clitoris. Not to be outdone, Denny nipped at her, bedeviling her nipple. Whatever she'd thought she was going to say dissolved as she climaxed hard.

Sometime considerable time later, happy and glowing sticky with semen, Laurie managed to think straight enough to remember.

"Unless I'm not mistaken," she said, glancing from one man to the other, as they lay on either side of her, each propped up on an elbow, "I think I heard some kind of a proposal in there before things got a bit crazy."

"Yes, I heard it too," remarked Ed with a grin, reaching to brush her hair out of her eyes, "How about you, bro?" He stared across as at Denny.

"You heard it. I meant it. And I know Ed concurs." He glanced at the darker man, even though Laurie felt his smile encompass them both. "I know it's a bit complicated, with three of us instead of the usual... um... configuration. But I think with a bit of finagling we could make it work, together."

The men seemed to wait, and Laurie understood the expression baited breath at last. Neither Ed nor Denny seemed to breathe until she finally gave her answer.

"I'd love to... but..." Happy tears started to form, and from either side of her, her men swept the moisture away tenderly from the corners of her eyes. "Well, the question is, which one of you do I marry? Please don't ask me to make a choice between you. You choose!"

"Well, I'd be thrilled to do the honors," said Ed with a soft smile, "But seeing as how Denny's rolling in money, and is quite likely to be a lord one of these days, I think he's probably the better candidate from the point of practicality, and finances, etcetera."

"Are you sure, man?" Touching first Laurie on the cheek and then Ed, Denny sounded awed, but happy.

"It makes sense." Ed leant over to kiss Denny, and then dropped a kiss on Laurie's brow.

"Well, if you're happy with that, sweet Laurie, I'd say it's more or less settled then," Denny murmured, before yawning hugely and reaching across to tousle first Ed's hair then Laurie's, "So let's get some sleep then... and tomorrow we'll go out for a slap up lunch somewhere to celebrate."

"Sounds great!" Ed snuggled up, draping his arm across the two of them while Denny nuzzled his face against Laurie's neck like a sleepy puppy.

"Sounds wonderful," sighed Laurie, eyes closing, already drifting blissfully.

Tomorrow a new adventure lay ahead of them -- love and challenge and a future to the power of three -- but for now she surrendered to sleep, between her men.

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About the Author

Portia Da Costa is a best-selling British author of romance, erotic romance and erotica, who's been published since the dinosaurs roamed. Well, since the early 1990s. She loves writing about sexy, likeable people in steamy, scandalous situations, and has penned novels, novellas and novelettes for Spice Briefs, Black Lace, Samhain Publishing and a bunch of other houses, plus a zillion stories for magazines and anthologies. Best known for writing contemporary settings, she's also now launched herself back in time to write Victorian erotic romance for Harlequin Spice.

When Portia isn't writing she's usually being creatively lazy, rather like her beloved cats but unlike her long suffering, hard working husband.

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Still stinging from a stringent management review at her workplace, office girl Susie encounters the very last man she wants to meet when she hits her favorite bar to relax and unwind. Gorgeous Noah Stevens is the ruthless company troubleshooter who's been making her life hell for the past three weeks, but after hours, he soon proves that his dedication to "efficiency" can work wonders in the bedroom.

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Oh no, he's here. The efficiency expert. He's in my favorite bar on my favorite stool, just when I thought we'd got rid of him.

I'm supposed to be here celebrating. The company's efficiency review is finally over, and I've kept my job by the skin of my teeth. I thought that hyena of a consultant or troubleshooter or whatever the hell he is would be long gone by now, and good riddance. But what do I find? He's still here and drinking in the very place where I'm about to toast his departure.

Noah Stevens, that self-same efficiency troubleshooter stroke corporate carnivore. The very monster everybody's so glad to see the back of, even if he is unbearably cute and sexy in his stern, almost machine-like sort of way.

He doesn't look stern tonight though. Or even remotely mechanical. In fact he looks as weary as hell, almost shattered somehow, as if he's been punched in the gut by fate. Could this be a pang of unexpected sympathy I'm feeling? Work-wise, he's been beyond a nightmare, but somehow with shoulders slumped, his blond hair a bit ruffled, and a slightly rubbed-out look about his eyes, not to mention what looks like a quadruple vodka in front of him, he looks strangely vulnerable. Kind of tender and touchable. Definitely in need of a hug.

Shall I run for it? Get discreetly out of here, and join the festivities with the other survivors? I'm tempted, but something about the line of his body intrigues and stirs me. I must admit, I have a few types, and as a Mr. Sharp Suit Corporate, he's not really one of them. And yet, even though he's made my life a hell of uncertainty these past few weeks, I do -- reluctantly -- fancy him something rotten.

He turns from the bar and makes my decision for me.

"Hi, Susie. Are you drinking?" He taps the stool next to the one where I usually sit, "Have one on me. I think I owe you one, if not three or four."

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GLINT

an erotic short story

While enjoying a lazy day at the beach, sexy holidaymakers Suzy and Gavin see a sudden glint of light flash from the headland overlooking their patch of sand, and realize that somebody's watching them through a pair of binoculars! Far from being alarmed, hedonistic Suzy finds the forbidden scrutiny deliciously exciting, and turned on by her own latent exhibitionism, she and Gavin decide to put on a titillating performance... and really give the distant voyeur something to watch!

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He's quite a hunk, my Gavin. Tall, big-built, and yet almost beautiful despite his size, with his sexy boyish face, those seductive eyes, and his crisp, dark hair. When he not obsessed with football, he's really quite a catch. Caring. Attentive. Thoughtful. As well as being intelligent, well informed and lots of fun.

Yeah, you up in the cottage. Take a look at me in my tiny bikini and at my fabulous boyfriend with his smashing body and his great big cock inside his swim trunks.

The more I think about this, the hotter I get, and not just from the sun. Kneeling down on the rug, I snag my bottle of high protection sun lotion and spin off the top. I slop far more than I need into the palms of my hands and then begin to smooth it slowly and luxuriantly over my face, my shoulders and my arms.

I close my eyes and imagine the person up in the cottage watching me, eyes wide open. Whoever they are, they're watching with longing as I caress myself or maybe as Gavin wakes up and starts to help me slather on the sun lotion. As he gets bolder, and slips off my bra top, there's a sigh of approval from the watcher.

It's all so real to me that I suddenly realize I'm wet inside my bikini bottoms and my nipples are standing out like little wine corks and rubbing the inside of the bra cups of my top.

"Oh, to hell with it! I'm going topless."

The towel flies off again. "What about the bloke in the cottage up there?"

The football is forgotten. Or it's half time or something. To my surprise, Gavin's switched off the radio.

"Fuck him! If there is a him." I unclip my top and fling it away across our beach rug.

"You'd better get some lotion on those," announces Gavin cheerfully, coming up on his knees and reaching for the sun lotion bottle, "Don't want to burn your gorgeous titties, do we?"

As he straightens again, I notice something else has come up too.

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FORBIDDEN TREASURES

When Alice Porter finds a chest full of vintage curiosa at an antique market, she little realizes how her discovery of the forgotten treasures of an Edwardian disciplinarian will change her life. The sexy hoard includes a punishment ledger and a well used rattan cane, and the bygone items intrigue her husband Julian too. Sharing and experimenting with the writings and the wicked implement, the lovers begin a voyage of forbidden sensuality that shocks and thrills them both, revealing dark secrets from Julian's past and bringing the two of them closer together than they've ever been before.

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"Old fashioned methods have a lot to recommend them," her husband went on, still fondling the menacing length of rattan, "What do you think, sweetheart?" He twirled it now, deftly and cleverly, as if the damned thing had been designed specifically for his fingertips.

"I think they probably worked... would work very well." Alice could hardly believe that she was speaking the words. She was effectively sealing her own fate at the hands of this exotic stranger who'd taken the place of her familiar beloved husband. This stern, breathtaking man, both forbidding and temporarily forbidden to her.

"In that case..." Julian nodded significantly, still twirling the cane.

Oh God, it's so hard! So thin! It'll really hurt!

Her eyes locked with Julian's, and they both looked down at the awesome object he was holding. It was such a plain thing yet latent with power.

"Oh no," he said, surprising her by setting the cane to one side, "I think we'll leave this little beauty for another time."

Julian shrugged, and Alice thought she saw a trace of trepidation. Was he unsure? Did he have just the same uncertainty and lack of experience that she did? For a moment, she wondered about her husband's past, and his secret urges that he'd never shared with her thus far. Had he done this before, played these games with a former lover? Or was it his first time too? If it was, he was clearly a natural, and she trusted him despite her fluttering fear.

"I think we'll start off with something a little simpler, eh? Come over here," he said, patting his denim-clad knee.

Alice crept across to him, and then paused a foot away, unable to look him in the eye any more. He dazzled her, and at the same time, she felt a whole new persona settling over her too. She hung her head and studied her toes, feeling more penitent than she ever had in her life; a miscreant facing retribution in the full knowledge that she had been sinful enough to deserve it. She shook, and bit back a moan when she felt her husband's hands on the waistband of her jeans, unfastening the button, then whizzing down the zip.

"And I think we'll have a bit less of this sort of thing from now on." With a little shrug of disapproval, he tugged at the jeans, then peeled them down her thighs. They were a snug fit, and they brought her skimpy knickers down with them, making her blush like fire. "I want to see you in pretty, feminine things a bit more often from now on. Skirts, slips, suspenders, nice, soft womanly knickers, lacy thongs... You should be able to afford plenty of new lingerie if you stop buying so much useless rubbish."

Without thinking, Alice clasped her hands over her pubic patch, but in a swift move, Julian snared her wrists and pulled her towards him. "Now, now, no need to be so modest," he said briskly, "You know I've seen all this plenty of times before. Let's have you across my knee, shall we?"

You have done this before, haven't you?

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