January 9, 2022
Happy New Year!!!
It was the best of times; it was the worst of times, child.
I’m sure most women haven’t spent the second weekend of the new year being turned every which way but loose by not one but two fine-ass men and being eaten from the rooter to the tooter. But favor ain’t fucking fair.
I’m sitting at my desk, robe snuggled around me, legs crossed, and the smell of Tom Ford still lingering somewhere on my body.
My pussy hurts with every slight movement I make; my asshole feels like it’s been ripped out and put back in place.
The red outline of a palm print is visible on my neck, and my cheeks are sore; it hurts to smile.
I wouldn’t change a thing. This is peak happiness, and I’m content.
Last night was something that had been on my bucket list for a while.
It was always a desire to have multiple men worshipping my body at the same time.
But I had never been able to say it aloud.
There was this whole stigma about women who fucked multiple men at the same time.
But my logic is, if I’m going to fuck one today and the other tomorrow, why can’t I save myself the hassle?
Over the last three months, Big A has helped me open up to him in a way most people haven’t.
My life was one of those “if you know you know” kind of things.
While I was still careful about how much or how little I divulged, some of the things he asked me about allowed us to have deeper conversations.
A threesome with two men was one of them.
At first, I held back from it when he asked me what one of my fantasies was.
I gave him some cookie-cutter answers. But he saw right through that shit.
Eventually, I told him. He asked me if I wanted to make it happen.
I was hesitant at first, but I agreed. Then we went into the logistics of it.
Who would the person be, testing, non-disclosures, etc.
The last thing I needed was to be outed by someone with whom I had a threesome.
Eventually, he came back to me and asked me if I had thought about the person that I wanted to have the threesome with.
I had thought about it and written it off.
For me, there was too much unknown surrounding it, and approaching a man about something like that wasn’t what I wanted to do.
My aim was to give my private endeavors as private as possible.
Especially if it wasn’t something they were comfortable with, I would have exposed my hand for nothing.
The only person I thought it might even remotely work with was someone I didn’t want to ask.
One of the guys on my security team, Solo.
Solo was slightly younger than I am, maybe about five or six years.
He was tall, dark-skinned, had a slender build, shoulder-length locs, and these bowlegs that I thought were sexy.
He made the most sense because he was already bound by a non-disclosure agreement, and I easily found him attractive.
But still, I didn’t want to approach him.
He was always quiet; he never spoke- even to the other guys.
His energy was so unwelcoming, it was almost cold.
Like, he only wanted to do his job and go the fuck home, but I couldn’t blame him. Because, same.
I don’t know anything about him. I didn’t know his circumstances, didn’t know if he had a girlfriend or a wife and kids tucked away, or even a man somewhere, so I decided against it.
When I opened up to Big A and told him who I would consider, he wasn’t initially on board. I think it was one of those things where it was a little too close to home for both of us. I was ready to drop it, but after a couple beats of silence, he agreed and said that he would handle it.
I didn’t think that anything would come out of it until New Year's night. We were having my annual company party, and all of my staff were in attendance. New Year's is one of the few nights that we all just let loose, have drinks, and I give them all bonus checks.
Solo had come to the party, and, per usual, he was quiet, standing at the back of the wall for most of the day, eyes dark and deadly, as if he were waiting for a threat or about to become one. I walked past him, then down the hall to my office so I could use my personal bathroom.
When I came out of it, I dried my hands and disposed of the paper towel, and Solo was standing there leaning against the furniture of my office with his arms folded. His eyes were glossy, courtesy of that one cup that he had been babysitting all night.
I palmed my chest and then exhaled.
“You scared the hell out of me,” I said breathlessly as I tried to compose myself.
“My bad.” He smiled.
He had a southern drawl. But I couldn’t put my finger on where it was from; that was until he kept talking and the Louisiana accent poured from every letter he spoke.
“I talked to Big A. You know about that?” He asked.
I swallowed hard. “Yeah, I know.”
He nodded like he was carefully choosing his next set of words. “Is that something that you want? I told him I’m with it. But I need to make sure I come to you first. Niggas be on some weird shit; I don’t want no parts of it. I don’t like a middleman either. I don’t need a spokesperson.”
This time, it was me who nodded and chose their words carefully. “I didn’t know how to ask you. I didn’t know if it would be smart to ask you. That’s all.”
He stood to his full height and then closed a little bit of the space between us.
“You got my number, if that’s what you want. You tell me where to be and when to be there. Aight?” He said as he waited for confirmation that I understood.
“Sure…” I said, giving him a tight-lipped smile.
In my head, I thought that this would be the most uncomfortable conversation I’d ever have. It was actually worse. I felt like I was going to sweat bullets.
When we opened the door to my office. I followed him back into the conference area. Big A looked at me with a raised eyebrow as he sipped from his cup and then turned his head and continued to talk to the guys that he was standing in a huddle with.
I shrugged and walked back over to find Tyra. She had been showing everyone within two feet of her, her drunken party trick. I don’t know what the hell it was supposed to be, but she was keeping my staff and our two other friends entertained.
When the party was over, I took my first sip of alcohol as Big A drove me home. He let me get into the back seat until we pulled around the building, and then when we were a safe enough distance from the office, he told me to get into the front.
After we got back on the road for the second time. The silence between us felt a little thicker than usual.
“How was the meeting?” He asked.
“What meeting?” I asked, confused. It was the weekend; meetings aren’t hosted on weekends.
“In your office.” He clarified. He took his eyes off the road for just a second.
I chuckled. “Oh. That? That wasn’t a meeting. All he did was ask me if I was okay with what you asked him. Which I really respect. But that was it.”
He nodded. There was a hint of jealousy there that I recognized immediately but didn’t want to call him out about.
True enough, I liked A, but not to the point of wanting to be exclusive with him.
I wasn’t in the business of playing with anyone’s emotions.
So, to avoid that, I didn’t make any promises.
We didn’t speak for the rest of the drive, but when we made it to my house, he came inside and fucked me until I orgasmed so hard that I started falling asleep mid-stroke.
The next week, I reached out to Solo and asked him if he was okay with the following weekend. He agreed, and we got testing and everything done. Big A and I had already done this, but to make him comfortable, we did it again.
Once all results had been received and everything was clear, I had Tyra book me a hotel room on the far side of the city.
They were supposed to come to the hotel room separately. Eight for Big A and 8:30 for Solo. Big A came a little late. He was dressed down and smelled amazing. I wanted him to come first to make me feel comfortable, so I wouldn’t feel the weight of what was about to happen.
I had been drinking a glass of wine when he knocked on the door. I pulled it open and saw him standing there with his hands in his pockets.
“Hey…” I said as I stepped aside and let him into the room.
“What’s up? You look good.” He said, pulling me into his embrace, then kissed me quickly.
He stepped in and glanced around the room before I led him to the bedroom. He came over to me and then pulled me on top of him. He rubbed the spread of my hips, and I put my arms around his neck. He peppered kisses over my face and then cupped my chin and gave me the deepest kiss.
His hands moved to my ass as his eyes searched mine. “You sure about tonight? You uncomfortable?” He asked.
“Uncomfortable? No. Nervous? Hell yeah.” I laughed nervously before I continued, “But only because this is something I’ve never done.”
I looked at the clock. It was just a couple of minutes shy of 9 p.m. I don’t know if Solo had texted me or not, but my phone was the last thing on my mind. If he wanted to show up, he had the hotel name and room number.
“This is whatever you want it to be, baby. If you’re not comfortable at any time, let me know.” He urged me. I nodded and then met his lips once more. But our kissing session was interrupted by a knock on the door.
I froze in place, then I slowly got up from his lap with him on my heels. Likely it was just Solo, but he still wasn’t about to let me answer the door alone.
The knock came again just as I was about to look through the peephole. I turned and assured Big A that it was just Solo. He nodded and went back into the room.
When I opened the door, Solo looked just as nervous as I did. I know that he was probably skeptical about what this was. It’s not every day that someone in my position asks their staff for something as wild as this.