By Lisabet Sarai
Ménage stories are all the rage in erotic romance these days. I can certainly understand why. If the fantasy of one attentive and devoted lover excites you, why not add a second man to the mix? Of course, the second guy should cherish the heroine at least as much as the first. This is romance we're talking about here; the threesome needs to be about more than just sensual satisfaction.
In most of the ménage romance I've read, the two men in question are connected somehow before they meet the heroine. They're often best friends, sometimes even brothers. They're both attracted to the heroine, and they agree to share her. She's often the last to know.
My polyamorous tales tend to be different. It's usually the woman who initiates the three-way connection. Taking two lovers allows her to follow her heart without having to relinquish either of the men to whom she's drawn. Of course the men need to be comfortable together and to trust each other in order for the connection to work. Their mutual love of the heroine provides the necessary bond to establish that trust. The fact that, in many of my tales, the men are attracted to one another as well provides additional impetus for the triangle.
In Monsoon Fever, Priscilla invites both her husband Jonathan and the charismatic Indian lawyer Anil to share her bed. (She doesn't know, at the time, that Anil has charmed Jon as well.) Madeleine, the heroine of my vampire ménage Fire in the Blood falls under the spell of the undead ex-slave Etienne, but still loves her boyfriend Troy.
Truce of Trust offers a different scenario. At the start of the story, Leah is already living with two men, her husband Daniel and her master Eric. She spends alternating nights with each, but their mutual antagonism and jealousy finally drives her away from both of them. The two decide to make peace and to truly share her. Their love for her overcomes their suspicions and insecurities. It is Leah who must make the final decision, however, on whether to accept them back into her bed.
Earlier this week, Total-E-Bound released the anthology Treble, a collection of tales about threesomes and music. The book includes my story Wild About That Thing, focused on the blues. Once again, my heroine Ruby is the one who concludes that a threesome is the right path for her relationships.
Two things are important to Ruby Jones: her teenage son and her struggling club, the Crossroads Blues Bar. Her love life comes as a distant third, despite the efforts of Zeke Chambers to convince her otherwise. Zeke's the lead singer in her house band, a devoted friend, and an occasional lover. He can drive her wild with desire, but can't get her to make a commitment. Deserted by her cheating ex-husband, Ruby's determined she's going to make it on her own. She's hot-blooded like her bluesman daddy, happy to satisfy her physical cravings, but she's not about to let any man into her heart.
The stranger who takes the stage on the Crossroads open mike night upsets the delicate balance in Ruby's world. Remy Saint-Michel inspires irrational, irresistible lust as well as inexplicable sympathy. Overwhelmed, confused, guilty and worried about her prized independence, Ruby decides that the only way to deal with her two lovers is to push them both away. Zeke and Remy, though, have other ideas.
To whet your appetite, I've included an X-rated excerpt below.
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Ruby sank down onto the bed, suddenly unsure. Without a word, Zeke began to undress. She swallowed hard, her pantyhose growing more sodden by the instant as he revealed his blond-furred torso and muscled thighs. He stepped out of his briefs, setting his erect cock free. It reared up from the red-gold tangle at his groin, swaying a bit, like a tree branch in the wind. Sporting a wicked grin, he stroked it once or twice to coax a bead of moisture from the fat bulb. Ruby clutched the bedspread, her heart slamming against her ribs. Was this really happening?
No sooner was Zeke naked than Remy began to disrobe. He kicked off his boots, then dragged his shirt over his head and tossed it into a corner, to be followed by his jeans. Gone was the composure that had first drawn her attention… Was it really less than a week ago? Urgency and impatience vibrated in his every gesture. His swollen penis arced towards the ceiling in a graceful curve, bobbing with his pulse. He struggled for control, his hands clenched into fists by his sides. His skin gleamed like polished oak, smoothed over the sculpted curves of his hairless chest and lean flanks. Revealed to Ruby for the first time, his naked body was every bit as compelling as his face. She fought the urge to literally throw herself at his feet.
Her suit jacket felt hot and constraining. She shrugged it off her shoulders. The silk of her blouse revealed her taut nipples, straining through the lace of her brassiere. Her musk escaped the confines of her panties and hose. She was dying for them to touch her, but neither man moved. She was the one in charge.
“Please,” she managed to choke out, holding out her arms. “Don’t make me wait any longer!”
In an instant, they were both by the bed. Remy crouched down to remove her shoes. He kneaded her insteps and arches. She tingled all over. He worked his way up her legs—massaging her calves, working his thumbs into the pressure points above her knees, stroking the insides of her thighs with a light touch that shot straight to her pussy. As he worked, he pushed her skirt up into a crumpled mess in her lap. She didn’t care. She leant back to give him access to the elastic circling her waist. In one swoop, he relieved her of her underwear and stockings.
Meanwhile, Zeke knelt behind her on the bed, his thighs flanking her hips, his chest against her back, and his erection flattened against her spine. He reached around to unfasten her buttons, his blunt fingers brushing against the heated skin below her bra. The transient contact made her yearn for more. He removed her blouse, taking care not to damage the delicate garment, then addressed himself to the hooks of her bra. By the time she released the breath she was holding, he had bared her breasts. Her plentiful flesh spilled out of his palms. Zeke thumbed the swollen tips and lightning streaked down to her clit.
“God, you’ve got gorgeous tits, darlin’! Juicy and firm as Georgia peaches!” Zeke gave the aching nubs a pinch, making her squirm. At the same time, Remy’s slender fingers parted her labia and warm breath stirred her moist folds.
“Oh…” She hardly had time to moan before Remy’s mouth fastened on her pussy. “Oh—oh, my God…” He burrowed into her, sucking her flesh into his mouth while swiping the flat of his tongue across her clit. Sensitised by days of self-imposed celibacy, her hungry cunt spasmed with pleasure under his expert attention. She tilted her pelvis and parted her thighs, trying for more contact. Remy probed her crevice, making her crave deeper penetration, before returning his attention to her clit.
Her whole being concentrated on the tongue dancing in her pussy. A climax curled in her belly. Remy’s mouth coaxed it closer to the surface.
All at once there was heat and wetness from a new source. Zeke’s ripe lips surrounded one nipple. He swirled his tongue around the engorged bead of flesh, then applied delicious suction. His moustache brushed her bare skin, soft and sensual. Just when she thought she’d burst from the pleasure, he transferred his mouth to the other breast, leaving the first soaked with saliva, chilled and tingling. He used his teeth but Ruby felt no pain, only a brilliant stab of delight.
Remy reacted as her body tensed. He drove his face into her sex, plunging his tongue into her hole, mashing her clit against his nose. The duelling sensations, above and below, drove her into a frenzy. Her lovers worked together to brink her to the peak. That realisation—that the two men were collaborating in her pleasure—was what finally pushed her over the edge.
Treble is available now! In addition to my contribution, it includes stories by Elizabeth Coldwell, Desiree Holt, Lily Harlem, Imari Jade and Wendi Zwaduk – all wonderful writers!
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