I’d say I’m lucky—if I believed in luck. What I believe in is making your own luck, seeking out not a soul mate who will fulfill your every whim, but someone who will make you not only a better person, but a more fully realized version of yourself. In short, someone who will make you feel lucky every time you look at him, hear his name, think about him, touch him, someone who will make you dizzy with desire and thanking God whether you believe in a deity or not that you found him and he found you.
That’s what I have in my Leonard. Leonard is nothing like the dashing playboy types I’d been with before I met him. Leonard was fifty-one, a self-made millionaire content to let the younger men and women he’d hired run his software company while he worked on his house, played elaborate games online, studied art and traveled on occasion. I was a stay-up-all-night, thirty-four-year-old bartender, more concerned with where I was going to party that night than my investment portfolio or settling down. We were opposites on paper, but the minute we met, I felt something in me shift, from my head to my toes, down deep in my soul, my marrow, and I knew we were destined to be together.
I didn’t care about the age difference, or the fact that, at six feet tall, I tower over him by four inches, without heels. I cared that when he looked at me in that way he did when he approached me shyly at a friend’s cocktail party, I felt his gaze heat up my entire body. He was sweet and polite, no games, no lines, just appreciative as he poured me a flute of champagne. I felt that heat even as I knocked back my drink, leaned down and whispered in his ear that if he was up for it, I knew a cozy little closet were I’d fuck his brains out. He wasn’t drinking, but he sputtered in shock, not used to women like me. For the record, he didn’t take me up on it just then—by now, we’ve fucked in plenty of closets, but that night he simply let me do my thing, mingle and flirt and flit around the crowd, until it was time for him to help me with my coat, share a cab and a sensuous, deep kiss in the backseat and get my phone number.
What I said before is a lie, actually—I didn’t know for sure that he was the man I’d wind up marrying immediately, not even when, three weeks later (his choice), he finally bent me over in his bedroom so my long brown hair brushed the floor, arranging us so our bodies aligned as his cock speared me over and over. He was worth waiting for. I still didn’t know it when he touched my clit and made me see stars behind my closed eyes, but I was getting the picture. I was still aglow, barely able to make small talk. I recovered as I sipped coffee naked in his bed and we stayed up all night talking. When I climbed on top of him as the sun rose, I knew for sure this wasn’t just a one-night stand.
And it hasn’t been. We got married two months later, me in a red-lace dress with red-and-gold fishnets, towering above Leonard in red-and-black heels, him in a traditional tux. On our Honolulu honeymoon, he got his first taste of what our married life would be like—men and women flirting shamelessly with me, whether he was by my side or not. It had happened before, but something about us knowing we wanted to be together forever made me feel safer in flirting right back, especially the more I realized that Leonard, rather than feeling jealous, got off on it in a big way. Leonard doesn’t wear his kinks on his sleeve—in fact, I’d never have known just how naughty he was if we hadn’t connected at that party—but he is as passionately perverted as I am in his own way.
We’re a pair—though sometimes, we’re more than a pair. The dirty little secret to how we make our three-year marriage work is that when I’m in the mood, I go on the prowl, while he keeps a watchful eye. One night in bed on our honeymoon, he whispered in my ear, “I saw that model and his girlfriend hanging on your every word; it made me hard to think about him bending you over a bed and taking you from behind with your head buried between her legs. Or just him and you…”
I pulled back to stare intently at my new husband. “Are you saying you wanted the cute little redhead?”
“No, honey, I’m saying I want you. But I also know that lots of other people do, and if you’re into it, I don’t want to deprive you. And, well, I’d like to watch you let out your inhibitions, go totally wild, with whoever you like, as long as I get to watch.”
We implemented that rule on our honeymoon, and have been playing with others ever since. It’s not an everyday thing, or even an every month thing; it’s a whenever someone strikes my fancy thing. I’m a bit flamboyant, and he likes to blend into the crowd, which works perfectly. I never look like I have my husband spying on my flirtations; I can ease whoever I’m chatting up into the idea of joining me in bed, and once they’re following every seductive smile I beam their way, I drop the bomb. Most men don’t care who’s watching as long as I’m giving them my full attention; some even get off on it as much as I do. I don’t know if I’d feel as comfortable seeking out strangers to sleep with if it weren’t under the guidance of my doting husband. Not only does he make me feel safe, he encourages me to be my most outrageous, wild self. We play off each other, the way a couple should.
Our hottest time happened recently. I was wearing a jade-green silk dress that dipped down just to the point where my pushed-together breasts met, revealing the kind of cleavage that could stop traffic. I’d piled my hair together with umpteen bobby pins, leaving my bare neck, shoulders and chest exposed. Leonard loves when I show off “the goods,” as he calls them. “I want everyone to appreciate you as much as I do, baby,” he told me early on.
We were at a holiday party for a company Leonard has invested in, one of those events that in reality is just another excuse to do business over cocktails. The only cocks I wanted to talk about were attached to two men I’d set my sights on when we walked in the door; I’d noticed them huddled close, the one with the scruffy beard with his lips next to the blond Adonis’s ear. I stared until one of them looked back, at which point I winked and kept on going.
We’d arranged for Leonard to arrive before me. I glided toward him, hoping the two men were staring. “Hi, honey,” I greeted Leonard, kissing his cheek. “I think I found out what I want for Christmas. They’re standing in the back, by the door.”
He pulled me close. I didn’t need to see his crotch to know he was as interested as I was. We’d both been so busy it had been a while since I’d been with anyone other than him. I’ve found that while business requires careful calculations, when it comes to sex, the more spontaneous you can be, the better.
“Why don’t you take your gorgeous body on over there and introduce yourself?” I did, right after I’d picked up enough cheese and crackers for three.
“Hungry, gentlemen?” I greeted them with a smile.
“I didn’t know this party featured servers,” said the scruffy one.
“Oh, it doesn’t. I’m just here to serve the two of you. Cheddar?” I asked, holding up a cube. He opened his mouth, and I pressed the orange nibble inside. “And you?” I held a square of Muenster toward the blond. I fed it to him, then let my dress brush against the scruffy man’s leg. “I’m Andrea,” I said, not wanting to have to remember a fake name.
“I’m Josh,” said the scruffy one, “and this is Colin. We’re clients of the firm.” I didn’t bother giving my mini-biography; I wasn’t feeding them cheese to get to know their minds better.
“Well, Colin and Josh, I wouldn’t want to take you away from such a glamorous night, but I thought you might enjoy some private refreshments, ones that are, shall we say, too refined for such a large group,” I said, before popping a bite of Swiss into my mouth.
“What’s the catch?” Colin asked, as if there were no sane reason a woman would invite two incredibly hot guys to join her in bed. Maybe not in his world, but in mine, it was at least a possibility, though one I had yet to indulge in with Leonard (before him was another story).
“Well, there’s a small catch, actually…I’m looking to celebrate the season with my own version of the three wise men. You see that shorter man holding a scotch over there? That’s my husband. We have a deal whereby he lets me fuck whoever I want, as long as he gets to watch. And tonight I’m in the mood for…a brunette and a blond.” I raised my eyebrows, then snagged Colin’s glass, unsure exactly what was in it, but needing the liquid courage, I knocked it back. “I’ll be over there. Oh, and my husband’s name is Leonard.”
I handed Colin his glass back, then walked away. It wasn’t the most subtle come-on I’d ever issued, but who needs to be subtle when you’re offering yourself up as a party favor? I’m not offended if my advances are turned down, because I know I have Leonard by my side. He’s more than enough man for me, and we both know that. I hoped the men would join us, but I knew we could have plenty of hot sexy fun without them.
No sooner had I requested another champagne, than I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Colin. “We’d like to…you know,” he said, smiling politely at me, and then even more politely at Leonard. I wanted to grin back, but knew if we were truly going to have the kind of fun I desired, I had to set the right tone, one that made sure we were equally invested in having fun with one another. I wanted Colin to know that even if I was on my knees, mouth open, begging for it, I was in charge. I may be the kind of girl who can’t get enough, but I do so with dignity.
I winked at Leonard, then turned to Colin and cocked my head, toying with the start of a smile. “Actually, I’m not sure I know what you and…your friend,” I said, indicating Josh just behind him, “are saying. Why don’t you tell me a little more clearly? You can whisper it in my ear.” I moved close enough to his lips that I could feel his breath.
Just because I was acting bold didn’t mean I ignored the shudder of excitement that swept through me when Colin took my order and ran with it. “We want to fuck you, Andrea, both me and Josh, one at a time, or both at once, while Leonard watches you. And I personally want to feel those beautiful lips of yours wrapped around my cock.”
I struggled to stay composed when what I suddenly longed to do was sink to my knees. Leonard must have felt me trembling, because he grabbed my arm. I looked up at Colin, seeing him in a new light, his face now glowing with the energy he’d passed on to me with his words. “Meet us in nine-two-seven,” I told him, “in five minutes. And make sure your cock is nice and hard. You too,” I tossed toward Josh.
I pulled Leonard toward the door before I could lose my cool; that I saved for behind closed doors. We rushed to the elevator and were blessed with being its only occupants. “God, you’re so fucking hot,” Leonard mumbled before grabbing me for a kiss. This is what I most love about him—his ability to find me beautiful even when I’m about to do something so depraved. Some men fantasize about their wife or girlfriend with another woman, but often even the most sensitive guy has a jealous streak somewhere in him. Not my guy. With Leonard, the jealousy gene was reversed; he wanted to see me get down and dirty. When he broke the kiss just before the elevator doors opened, he said, “I bet you can take both of their cocks in your mouth at once. I want to see you try.”
I was dripping wet as we entered the room and I whipped off my dress, which, while gorgeous and glamorous, wasn’t appropriate for a threesome. I let my hair down quickly, tossing my head so it spilled down my back, and slipped into the silky white nightie I’d packed just in case I got lucky (Leonard indulges my lingerie lust but prefers me au naturel). I was touching up my red lipstick when Leonard cupped my ass, then warned, “You better put down that lipstick because I’m about to spank you. I think a nice red ass is a fine welcome gift for your new friends, don’t you?” It wasn’t really a question, because Leonard knows I love getting spanked anytime, anywhere. I dropped the shiny silver tube and bent over the table, his slaps heating my lower half. “Ow,” I sobbed, loving the pain, and the knowledge that he was hitting me extra hard to show off how much I could take. Soon he was interrupted by a knock at the door. Leonard retreated to a plush chair in the corner, one perfectly placed for what was about to happen.
I pressed my bright-red lips together one last time in the mirror, then answered the door. Colin and Josh looked even cuter than they had earlier. “Welcome,” I greeted them. “You can put your coats—”
That’s as far as I got before Colin pulled me toward him and kissed me. “You better not have been teasing us in there, Andrea,” he said, the roughness of his lips and tone setting me off. He shrugged out of his coat and pushed me to my knees, while Josh grabbed my hair and bunched it in his hand. I heard Leonard get up and move closer, but deliberately kept my eyes shut to better focus on the feel of Colin’s dick, which he’d taken out of his pants and was holding, offering me just the tip.
Knowing my man was close by made my throat open, my muscles relax. It wasn’t just that I wanted Leonard to be happy, though I did want that. There was something about him seeing me like that, knowing exactly how it felt to have my mouth in that position, that made it feel more like a foursome than a threesome. Everyone had a role—Colin’s to push his cock deeper down my throat, Josh’s to tighten his grip on my hair and bring his legs to either side of me, and Leonard’s to touch himself while he looked on. Me? My role was to simply be the center of attention, to take what each man was offering me. What Colin was offering was quite impressive. His cock was thick and hot; as aroused as I was, it still made me drool.
“Andrea likes having two dicks in her mouth at the same time,” Leonard blurted. It was half true; I’d gotten off on the idea countless times. Leonard and I had both spun wicked fantasies about my oral skills, my ability to swallow two men’s come, but I’d never actually done it. I didn’t know if I could, in fact, pull it off, but oh how I wanted to.
Josh bent down, nipping at my neck before asking, “Is that true? Is Colin not enough for you?” He massaged my ass as he spoke, and the warmth from my earlier spanking rushed back to my skin.
“I want you too,” I managed to say, as I pulled away from Colin momentarily. Josh stepped back and pressed his leg between mine, before Colin pulled me toward the bed, every movement the most delicious kind of frustration. They placed me on my knees at the bed’s edge, then stripped, stood and positioned their cocks right next to each other. Leonard perched on the edge of the bed, cock in hand, smiling at me when I glanced at him. There was a beautiful symmetry before me, dick on dick, but I didn’t have time to fully appreciate it. They were both dripping and I leaned forward to lick Josh’s slit, then Colin’s. Soon I was going back and forth, before someone put his hand on my neck and coaxed both heads between my lips. I could only keep them there for a few seconds, but what glorious seconds they were.
We filled the room with our fierce panting. Colin came first, covering my face with his cream, which caused Josh to almost immediately do the same. “Bring her over here,” Leonard commanded as the pair smeared their cream all over my face, then gave me their fingers to lick. I knew exactly what Leonard wanted and started sucking him just before he let loose in my mouth. I swallowed, then rose and led my new playmates into the shower, where we got clean, and then dirty, and then clean again.
Maybe I am lucky after all.