I could barely concentrate at work as the day crawled by. My former lovers Terri and Tommy had come to New York City and were staying with my boyfriend Max and me. By the time I got home from work, my body was buzzing with excitement at what the evening might hold. As I closed the door to our apartment, I leaned my back against the door and took a deep breath. I looked down and saw men's shoes. Somebody was home. It wasn't Max. These shoes were too casual.
"Hey!" I heard and saw Tommy's head peek around the corner into the front hall.
"Oh, hi," I said, caught off guard.
"Everything ok?" he asked, "Stressful day at work?"
"No it's ok," I said to try to cover being flustered, "just a little tired."
"I'm sorry," he said, "and I'm so full of energy!" He said, stepping closer to me.
"That's great, babe," I said, "I take it things went well."
"Yes," he said, stepping even closer to me, "They said they heard a depth to my voice they never heard before. Raw emotion. It was you, babe, I'm sure of it." As he gushed he eveloped me in his arms.
"I didn't do anything..." I said. Not yet anyway.
"You bring it out in me," he said, pulling me against him and leaning down to kiss me.
"Did you finish recording?" I asked, trying to change the subject. I couldn't do this. Not without Max here.
"No," he said, pulling his head back a bit but keeping hold of me.
"I'm glad it's going well," I said, running my hands down his arms so he would release his hold on me, and I could hold his hands between us. "We should talk," I said.
"About?" he smiled.
"Max knows," I said.
"Knows what?" he said looking confused.
"He knows about everything with me and you and Terri," I explained.
"And he's pissed?" he asked, making a logical assumption.
"Not at all," I said, "He's good with it."
"Good with what?" he asked.
"We've been to strip clubs...sex clubs...I didn't have sex with anyone else, but we've thought about it," I tried to sound vague because I didn't want him to feel pressured if he wasn't thinking about it too. "He's good with experimenting," I attempted to clarify.
"With me?" Tommy asked.
"No," I chuckled, "He doesn't want to have sex with you...," I hesitated, "But he's okay to watch me with you."
"Really?" he said, "How do you know this?"
"We've talked about it," I said simply.
"Okay," he said, and I could tell he was thinking about it seriously now.
"Listen, I don't want to overthink anything or orchestrate something that isn't meant to be," I said quickly, "I just wanted to let you know there are possibilities. So. Many. Possibilities."
I wanted to lean in to kiss him, but I knew Max had requested that he be involved. I didn't want him to think I was doing anything behind his back.
"There are..." Tommy agreed. He lifted our hands up together over our heads and pinned me against the door. I felt his hard cock press against me. Yes, he was just as excited as me about the possibilities.
Before he could lean in for the kiss, I said, "Max just said he doesn't want to be left out of the mix..."
"Ok," Tommy contemplated, letting go of my hands, "Makes sense."
"Speaking of the mix..." I said, "Where is Terri?" I kicked off my shoes and walked into the living room to sit down. Terri and Tommy had folded their blankets and piled them neatly on their pillows on the couch. My men were so sweet and thoughtful.
"He went to the store to get food to make us for dinner," he explained, "To thank you guys for opening up your place to us."
"Really!?" I asked, maybe a little too surprised, "Terri is going to make dinner for all of us?"
"Yep," Tommy said.
"Sounds good to me," I said, relaxing back on the couch. I was off duty for the night.
"Me too," Tommy said, flopping down next to me.
"Tell me more about today," I asked Tommy as we snuggled on the couch. I wanted to hear all about how it had gone recording the song. Our song.
We talked until Terri came into the apartment with bags full of food.
"Food delivery!" he yelled when he opened the door. Tommy jumped up to help him carry the food to the kitchen. I went in to help him too.
"Aww," I said to Terri, "That's really sweet of you to cook us dinner."
"It's the least I can do to repay you for letting us stay with you and Max," he said with that cute smile.
"Do you need any help?" I asked, not wanting to doubt his abilities.
"No, but I'll let you know if I do," he said smiling, "You go relax." I went back to sit on the couch. I should relax. Max would be home within an hour, and then I didn't know what the rest of the night would hold. I should be prepared for anything, or several things if I was lucky...
Tommy brought me a drink and helped Terri get the dinner started.
Tommy came back into the living room and started tinkering on the guitar. I could listen to him all day. I sat quietly and watched him.
Then I heard Terri, "Hey babe, where's your casserole dish?" Did he just say what I thought he said? I had to chuckle.
"What do you need?" I asked, getting up and walking into the kitchen.
"Casserole dish or Pyrex?" he requested.
"I didn't even know you knew those words," I laughed again.
"Ha. Ha," he said, "What did you think...all I'm good for is looking pretty and fucking."
"Well..." I said, smiling and handing him the casserole dish I had pulled out of a bottom cabinet.
He took the dish out of my hands, set it on the stove and put his hand on my waist. He pushed his body up against mine and slowly backed me up against the counter looking me in the eyes. Oohhh, like he had the morning he first told me he loved me.
He leaned his face closer to mine and his lips touched my ear as he whispered, "I hear you've asked your new boyfriend to have us join you..." Tommy must have told him.
"You didn't mind last time I asked you to have another guy join us..." I said, hoping he still agreed it would be a good idea.
"I still don't mind," he said, bringing his lips so close to mine, "I look forward to it." I could feel he was getting hard. He quickly grazed his perfectly plump lips on mine and released me so he could continue cooking. Shit yes! My mind was racing now. They all knew I wanted them all, and they all seemed okay with it. Sounded like I just became the luckiest woman in the world!
I sat back on the couch, a little out of breath already. A few minutes later, I heard Max come in the door. He went straight to Terri in the kitchen. He thanked him for the meal and they talked for a couple of minutes.
Then Max came over and kissed me hello, letting his tongue slip into my mouth briefly. Then he turned his attention to Tommy and asked him how everything went.
As I listened to them make small talk, I wondered what they were thinking. Were they thinking about sex too? All the possible ways I could fuck them. I sure was.
When dinner was ready, we all sat down at the kitchen table to eat.
Max raised his glass and said, "To old friends and new friends!"
"Well said," I praised Max, and we all clinked our drinks.
We ate and I complimented Terri's cooking. We each talked a little about our day. Then eventually the conversation came around to the good old days.
"So tell me what this one was like after I moved away," Max prodded Terri and Tommy.
Terri spoke first, "She really knew how to party!" He said laughing and looking at Tommy.
"She's told me some of it..." he said looking at me as I blushed. "What's the wildest thing she did?" Well, Max really was fishing for more, kind of like our story times. Would Terri and Tommy take the bait?
Tommy said, "She's done lots of things that shocked me, but the one I still think about is...." he turned to look at me, "When we were driving home from the adult store and she couldn't wait." Yep, I remembered that one. "The guys who passed by got quite a show!"
Max smiled, "I bet. She likes to be watched." True. Everyone in the room knew it, and now we were talking about it over dinner like it was normal.
"Well," I said standing up with my plate, "Enough trying to embarrass me. Why don't I clean up dinner and you boys go relax." I cleaned up everything while they all went into the living room. I tried to listen to see if they were sharing any more stories about me.
As I was finishing, Max came into the kitchen.
"Are you ready to join us?" Max said.
"Nervous," I simply said.
"Don't be," he said, slipping his arms around my stomach and kissing the back of my neck, "Remember we all love you. You're safe." He always knew the right thing to say to me. He was right.
After I finished cleaning up, I joined my men in the living room. My men. My menage men. That is what this is called, right?
Tommy had his guitar again. I sat between him and Terri.