Em, or as she was known at work
which she'd just left, Doctor Emmaline Silvay, leaned over in the car seat and
gently caressed the hard-muscled thigh of her lover, Jake Martin. Doctor Jake
Martin. He was her husband in all but the legalities, but since she actually
had two husbands, the legalities were a bit complex, even in liberal
Connecticut. "Tired, love?"
He glanced at her, his beautiful
blue eyes crinkling. That gorgeous face. He was so much a part of her she
barely noticed the age difference any more, except on those occasions when the
three of them played their "boy toy" games.Hello, young man, are you looking
for work with this company? Well, you'll have to convince me of your
qualifications. She smiled to herself.
Jake's focus had returned to the winding road that would soon
give way to their long drive and take them home."I'm a little tired. Dealing with the compliance department is a
She laughed. "Yeah. I had the fun
this week. The new steps in the gene sequencing should take us where we want to
go in terms of a commercial product. Poor baby, you got the fuzzy end of the
lollipop having to deal with the lawyers."
He grinned again. "But I'm not too
tired to celebrate. I made reservations at the
Bull and Bear so we can go do a Valentines Day dinner. You up for it?"
Was she? She had a Valentine's gift she wanted to give them,
but she knew she 'd have trouble keeping it secret if they went out to a
romantic dinner. "You know what, love? I think we should wait for Roan to get
home. He said tomorrow, right? Why don't we miss the crowds and celebrate
Valentine's Day one day late."
He looked at her with that special glow she noticed he got
whenever he thought about their beautiful lover, Roan Black. Jake and Roan had
already been a couple when they asked Em to "be a part of them".Roan had been Jake's first serious male lover
and the wise, extraordinarily beautiful supermodel, held a special place in
both their hearts. "Thanks, Em. I know Roan would love that."
"Okay. Done. We do our ménage Valentines Day tomorrow. I'll
make something for us tonight."
"When does he get in?"
"He wasn't sure. The flight schedules from that part of
Indonesia are a little erratic. He said he'd have William pick him up." She was
happy about William. He took good care of their lover. William was Roan's
chauffer, although his self-effacing employer never called him that or even
thought of William that way. As the world's top male supermodel and a hugely
successful real estate investor, Roan was filthy rich, but aside from their
gorgeous home, no one would ever know.
"Maybe we can plan something really fun to welcome him home?"
She smiled when Jake gave her a quick leer.
The ride down the long drive to their home was like a
decompression chamber for Em. From the high-stress world of cancer research to
their private oasis of love. Of course, most of the people at the company knew
about their unique living arrangements. That had been one of the stipulations
of Em and Jake moving over to the new firm – no hiding like they'd had at the
University. But still, they really got to be themselves at home.
As they pulled into the circular drive that surrounded a
modern fountain, Em noticed soft light coming from the house. "Did you leave a
light on, love?"
Jake looked up. "No. Maybe it was Marsha. She sometimes does
a little extra cleaning when she knows we're going to be late several days in a
"Yeah, probably so."
Jake parked the car out front, and came around to help Em out
with the briefcases and laptops they seemed to carry everywhere. Wow, she was
glad to be home. Maybe they could take part of tomorrow off to really plan a
homecoming for Roan.
She hurried up the steps, hunching against the cold. Connecticut
was still very much in winter no matter what the groundhog had said. Jake
unlocked the door and they both stepped inside where it was warm --- and
stopped dead. What on earth. She pushed the door closed to keep the cold air
out, but couldn't take her eyes from the tableau in front of them.
The entire entry to the house was aglow with candles – the
little votives in glass cups. They formed a pathway around the modern fountain
through the hallway. Sprinkled here and there along this path of light were rose
petals, and flowers floated in bowls of water strategically placed at intervals
on the edge of the path. No other lights were on, just the path of flame.
Jake chuckled. "I think Roan's home."
Oh, that was so true. Because this – this amazing, beautiful
gesture – was so Roan. "Who else would go to this much effort? That's our boy."
They set their bags on the floor beside the entry table and
pulled off coats. She passed hers to Jake who hung them in the closet. He held
out his hand. "Let's see what the guy has cooked up, shall we."
She felt like a kid on Christmas morning. They followed the
pathway, holding hands and giggling. The lights led to the wide stairway. On
the stairs, vases of flowers were tucked against the wall, highlighting the
flickering route. Ah, but route to what?
Up they went, stair by stair. The beautiful landing area was
awash with flowers and candles. Soft music played in the background through the
house-wide sound system. On the table in front of the hall window was a display
of something she could barely make out in the soft light. She pointed. "What is
He laughed. "Not sure, but I'll bet it's something to eat."
He pointed toward their bedroom. "The door is closed."
She giggled. "I noticed. It feels half like my birthday and
half like a fun house. I'm not sure what happens next."
"I doubt it will involve scary goblins."
As they got closer, she could see two glasses and some fruit
and cheese on a plate. "Do you think he's telling us we should eat because
we're going to need our strength?"
Jake pounced on the fruit. "Oh, I hope so."
She lifted a glass, already red with a splash of wine. Jake
lifted his and they clinked. She smiled over the rim. "To the three of us." She
looked toward the door. "Do you hear that, darling." Since their doors were
extra heavy – they needed the sound-proofing when they had guests – she knew he
couldn't. She set down the wine glass and took a nibble of gouda and apple.
"I'm too excited to eat … food, that is."
"Shall we see what our Valentine Master has in store?"
She really was breathless. "Can't wait."
They approached the door. Jeez, she was shaking. Jake reached
for the door handle and pulled back. "Look."
She looked down where he was pointing. A strip of red ribbon
lay on the floor and stretched back under the door. Oh my God, what was he
doing in there?
Jake pulled the door outward reaching down to grab the
ribbon. He motioned Em to walk around him into the room.
She stopped inside the door, vaguely aware that the room was
ablaze with candles. Not just the little votives like outside, but beautiful
tapers and pillar candles. Some of them must have been scented, because a soft
fragrance like lilac filled the room. But her eyes couldn't take in the details
of the room because they were riveted on the big bed in the middle of the far
wall. The red ribbon stretched across the wood floors and Persian carpets,
snaking up onto the bed where it attached to a huge erect cock that could
belong to no one but Roan. There it formed a big red bow.
Roan lay completely nude and spread-eagle on the bed, his
legs tied to the base of the bed frame with more red ribbon. He had managed to
tie one of his wrists to the headboard, but the other hand was free to keep
that big dick in a state of perfect erection. His long, lean body arched
against the restraints. Good Lord, how long had he been lying here? His eyes
were covered with a red scarf. His soft, silky voice whispered, "Happy
Her first instinct was to run across the room, jump on the
bed and kiss him from head to foot, but she glanced at Jake who was licking his
lips. She knew that the boys played a bit at taking advantage of Roan's
submissive nature, but this was clearly the furthest that the game had gone. The
press of Jake's cock against his slacks conveyed just how thoroughly he liked
what he saw.
Staring at Roan, Jake walked toward the bed, unfastening his
belt and unbuttoning his shirt as he went. His golden hair shimmered in the
candlelight. She stood back by the door, slowly taking off her clothes and
watching the play unfolding before her. Voyeur? Oh yeah.
When Jake got to the bed, he was totally nude having kicked
his shoes to the side and tossed his shirt, pants and underwear onto a
chair.His hard-muscled buttocks flexed
and relaxed as he knelt beside his beautiful lover, and she just drooled and
"Hi, baby." Jake's voice was hoarse. "Are you our Valentine?
"Oh yes, Jake, yes. I missed you both so much. I had to come
"Shhh. No talking, Valentine. I think we have some serious
eating to do." He removed Roan's free hand from its good work. "Let us take
over." He tied it to the headboard with the ribbon he'd carried from the door.
The other end still circled Roan's cock several times, almost encasing it like
a gift. Oh, yeah, that was a serious gift.
He held out a hand to her, never taking his eyes from Roan,
and she approached the bed. Closer, she could see that Roan's chest, belly,
thighs and groin were covered with the little candy hearts that gave messages –
Be Mine, Hearts Desire, and such. Jake gestured to the other side of the bed.
She padded around and crawled up next to her beauty, the man who had won her
heart in what seemed like one night.
She also saw that on the night table next
to the bed, Roan had staged an array of goodies – whipped cream,
chocolate-covered strawberries, and champagne on ice.
"Em." The soft voice whispered.
"Hi, my darling. What can I do for you?"
The Angelina lips smiled. "Have a heart?"
She laughed and leaned over to begin her sugar rush. She
nibbled a candy heart from beside his nipple, already erect. Taking the hard,
sweet candy morsel in, she licked the other hard, sweet morsel with her tongue.
He moaned. "Oh, yeah."
She saw Jake begin his dessert-before-dinner down at Roan's
groin and got a louder moan for his efforts.
Roan was anything but quiet in
bed, so she figured they would be very happy this house was far from the
nearest neighbors by the time this evening was through.
Leaning over, she grabbed the aerosol whipped cream container.
"You naughty boy. You never use anything but home-made whipped cream." Roan was
a gourmet cook and did things the difficult, delicious way.
The yummy lips grinned. "Yeah, but the aerosol is just so
She squirted some white, sweet cream on his nipple and he
jumped a little, maybe at the sound, maybe at the coolness against his hot
body. Jake came up quickly and the two of then began to lick the cream,
allowing their tongues to slide over each other. Yum. She never wanted to eat
dessert any other way.
The champagne called. A quick scoot brought her to the edge
of the bed, where she took the bottle from its ice bucket. The icy drips hit
her bare thigh and she giggled.
"You're having too much fun alone, baby." Jake grinned at
her. She quickly removed the cage and metal from the top of the bottle, then
turned the cork until she was rewarded with that satisfying pop. A little of
the bubbly foamed up and she leaned forward so that it fell on Roan's taut
"Whoa!" His hips lifted at the surprise.
"Oh, boy. I could use a drink after the day I had. What do
you say, darling?" Jake leaned down and began to lick the clear liquid from
that smooth skin.
"Oh yes, but I always use the proper container." She poured a
little champagne into his belly button and he laughed. Balancing the bottle,
she sipped and licked at the little puddle of wine. Roan was wildly ticklish,
and he began to twist trying to escape the torment. Jake held his shoulders,
and then took possession of his mouth. She could see Jake's tongue pressing
deep into the man's hot mouth. Jake was a serious kisser.
Roan's escape tactics quickly turned to pleading as his body
bucked against Em's tongue as she continued to lick and nibble the candy
hearts. His arms pulled against the restraints, clearly wanting to embrace his
lover. But he'd made his bed, literally.
She set the champagne on the table, then came back to inspect
their prime target. The huge, red-wrapped cock stuck straight up against Roan's
abdomen, bouncing with his struggles against the ties. Funny, it looked a
little fatter than usual, and that was saying something since Roan was nearly
ten inches long and two inches in diameter.
"Jake, don't you think it's time we unwrapped our package?"
He pulled his mouth from Roan's reluctantly, but turned with
an avaricious grin toward his next target. He gestured to the ribbon. "You do
She untied the bow.
"Can I watch?" The soft voice pleaded.
Jake nuzzled Roan's neck. "Would that please you, Valentine?
Do you want to see us lick and suck our big prize until it explodes?"
"We love our naughty boy, so we will uncover his eyes." Jake
removed the red scarf and the wide, green eyes, fringed with heavy black
lashes, blinked against the soft flickering light. He grinned, showing the one
famous, slightly crooked tooth. "I thought I'd like the blindfold, but I love
watching you both so much. You're so beautiful."
Jake kissed his belly. "Look who's talking."
Em began to unwrap the ribbon, and it quickly became clear
that the gift was a bit more than just their usual all-day sucker. "Oh my God,
Roan, these are beautiful." Surrounding his cock were three hammered gold
circlets, bracelets she thought, each with a small gold chain attached to the
clasp. And each had a lock in which was inserted a tiny key. She pulled them
off the erect cock that held them and gave that rod a good couple rubs to keep
its enthusiasm high. Clearly, one bracelet was meant for her – the smallest –
and the other two were sized for the men.
Roan beamed. "Put them on, please."
Jake took the smaller gold circle and clasped it onto Em's
left wrist. He turned the key in the lock.
Roan gestured with his chin. "There are chains for the keys
on the table."
Jake found a small silk envelope and opened it, pulling out a
Roan nodded toward Jake. "I thought you might wear Em's key,
I'll wear your's, and Em will wear mine. Does that work?"
Jake grinned and clasped the chain around his neck.
She put the bracelet on Jake. Funny, it didn't look feminine
at all on his corded wrist. Em fastened it and wrapped the chain and key on
Roan. Finally, Em unfastened Roan's left arm and placed the circlet on it.
hammered gold glowed against his alabaster skin. She placed the key around her
Roan reached out his one free hand and caressed first Jake's
leg then Em's. "I love you both so much. We have our wedding rings, but I
thought it would be nice to have another token of our love."
Was there a sweeter human? She wiped at an errant tear.
Jake, however, got them back to business."And now I suggest we do some serious eating
of that cock."
Roan's big dick, that had softened a little when the lust
turned to romance, leaped back to attention. Jake grabbed the whipped cream,
squirted enthusiastically, and began serious licking. Em jumped in and licked
the other side.
"Oh, shit, you guys. That's what I dreamed about every day of
that damned photo shoot. Oh God, suck it, please."
Jake looked at Em over the trembling cock. "What do you
think, darling? He has given us very good dinner and beautiful presents. Shall
we suck him senseless?"
"Oh yeah." She swallowed as much of the huge appendage as she
could. Lots of practice had trained her to get it into her throat so she could
swallow. She swallowed once, twice."
"Oh shit, yesssss."
She popped off and Jake took her place. One of her favorite
things was watching the men suck and fuck each other. It turned her on so
completely, she could come just watching. Oh, shit, she wished she could get
that much of Roan into her mouth. Jake bobbed up and down and she watched that
beautiful cock disappear into that hot hole.
Oh God, speaking of hot holes. "Let me fuck him, Jake.
Jake pulled back and looked at Roan who was thrashing his
head. "Roan, baby, we have her begging. Want to give her a cowboy ride?"
Roan shook his head, gasping. "Untie me. I want you both,
Jake caught the urgency. Quickly, he unfastened the arm
restraint and Roan sat up, untying one leg while
Jake did the other. Quickly,
the beauty got on hands and knees. He reached out with one arm for Em. "Come
on, baby, hurry. Gotta get in you."
Oh, God, she couldn't move fast enough. Five days of no Roan
cock was way too much. Plus, she and Jake didn't fuck as much when Roan was
gone, feeling the loss of their third part. She flipped onto her back and
scooted under him lifting her legs on either side of his slender hips. He
looked down, grabbed his cock and fit it against her dripping vagina. One, two,
three pushes got the big rod inside her, and she moaned, it felt so damned
good. Hot and stretched as only Roan could stretch her. He set up a rhythm and
began pumping into her.
She saw Jake move around behind Roan holding a tube of lube
he'd pulled from the nightstand. He squirted some onto his fingers and she saw
the hand disappear behind Roan's pumping ass. The beauty paused and made a soft
keening noise. "More, more, Jake. Please."
"Yes, baby, yes." She could see Jake's hard-as-iron cock
sticking up as he lubed it, then he moved behind Roan and all she could see was
her beautiful lover's face as she knew Jake was penetrating his ass. The look
of ecstasy was indescribable. The fact was that fundamentally, Roan was gay. He
loved fucking her, but Jake's cock in his ass simply did it for him in ways
nothing else could replace. And she loved that. Loved being a part of it. Loved
them both helplessly.
Jake pushed into Roan as the dark beauty pulled out of her
and vice versa until they had that perfect rhythm they'd developed over their
months together. Oh shit, how good could life be? How perfect could anything
Roan began to gasp and cry out, talking as dirty as he could
until, "Oh shit, I'm coming, Em, I'm coming in you, my darling."
He pushed into her frantically and the friction was so
intense, the pressure on her clit so perfect, she exploded. "Yes, baby, me too,
oh yeah. All the way to my heart, my love. All the way." And heat flooded her
from her sex to the top of her head until she felt like she was exploding with
"Em, Roan!" Jake threw back his head, gritted his teeth, his
golden hair flying while his hips just kept pumping into Roan's perfect ass.
"Oh, baby. Yes."
Em watched Roan. The perfect bliss of feeling his lover's cum
pouring into him made that always lovely face even more radiant.
Jake collapsed over Roan's back and the sweet man had enough
consciousness left to roll to the side so she didn't get the weight of both
men. The move pulled Roan's softened cock from her and she felt the loss. He
must have too, because he pulled her tight against the two of them, wrapped in
his strong arm.
When she knew that she could breathe on her own, she pulled
back from the two catatonic bodies and padded to the bathroom for some warm
washcloths. On her way back she spied the chocolate-covered strawberries.
Lifting the plate from its ice bowl, she slipped onto the bed.
By now, they were both on their backs, and Em gently wiped
the very satisfied looking cocks. Lifting the fruit from the crystal plate Roan
had so beautifully arranged, she placed one of the plump, chocolate-coverd
berries against Jake's lips. Eyes still closed. He opened his mouth and bit.
"Ummm. That's good."
She did the same for Roan and got the green eyes gazing up
into hers as she placed the strawberry next to his lips. Hard to tell which was
plumper. His tongue snaked out and licked, then he bit, catching a little
chocolate on his lips. She leaned down and licked it off. "Thank you, my
darling, for this wonderful Valentine's surprise."
Jake sat up slowly and looked down at Roan also. "Yes, thank you,
love. This was so much fun. And we thought we were going to prepare a Valentine's
surprise for you tomorrow."
Em smiled. This was her moment. "How about I give you my Valentine's
Day present now?"
The two men looked at her, grinning, glancing for a hidden package
"Actually, my loves, this is the last Valentine's Day menage a
trois we'll ever have."
Jake frowned, probably remembering how slow and reluctant she
had been at first to become a part of the threesome. Then she saw a huge smile spread
across Roan's face.
"Em, is it because ménage a trois means group of three?"
"Yes, dear. You see, that sip of champagne from Roan's beautiful belly was the last i'll have for a long time, and next Valentine's Day we'll need a very small gold
bracelet. Because next year, we'll be four."
This time she got the full weight of both men piled on top of her. She lay there pinned to the mattress being kissed and licked from head to toe by two laughing, joyous men. Lovely. She was ValenTied.