Double Exposure: A MMF Bisexual Romance

By Cassandra Dee

He makes me gasp. His partner makes me scream. But I love it anyways.

After my sister died, I took a job at her husband’s firm to help out. It was just a temporary thing. They were so buried with work that I figured the temp job would be just that. Something temporary.

But then Brian told me to bend over.

He’s my sister’s ex, sure. But he’s also the boss. How can I say no?

And when he and his business partner, Jed, invite me to their office for an after-hours chat, something tells me that things will start getting dirty.

Something tells me that these two men have a lesson planned for me, where I’ll be doing everything and anything they want, tied up and bent over, just to earn my paycheck.

And when this temp job is done, the on the job training won’t be over. Because I’ll be doubled up, crawling, and begging them for more.

But the question is … will I ever get enough?

Hey Readers -- This is a steamy novella with M/M, MMF and MFM action that will make your panties melt right off. HEA guaranteed. Xoxo, Cassie

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cassandra Dee Romance
• Release date: Jan 17, 2020

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Double Exposure

~An MMF Bisexual Menage Romance~

By Cassandra Dee

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ABOUT THE BOOK

Double Exposure: An MMF Bisexual Menage Romance

He makes me gasp. His partner makes me scream. But I love it anyways.

After my sister died, I took a job at her husband’s firm to help out. It was just a temporary thing. They were so buried with work that I figured the temp job would be just that. Something temporary.

But then Brian told me to bend over.

He’s my sister’s ex, sure. But he’s also the boss. How can I say no?

And when he and his business partner, Jed, invite me to their office for an after-hours chat, something tells me that things will start getting dirty.

Something tells me that these two men have a lesson planned for me, where I’ll be doing everything and anything they want, tied up and bent over, just to earn my paycheck.

And when this temp job is done, the on the job training won’t be over. Because I’ll be doubled up, crawling, and begging them for more.

But the question is … will I ever get enough?

Hey Readers -- This is a steamy novella with M/M, MMF and MFM action that will make your panties melt right off. HEA guaranteed. Xoxo, Cassie

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Double Exposure

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

EPILOGUE

Sneak Peek: Pregnant By My Boss

Chapter One

Sneak Peek: My Boyfriend’s Boss

Chapter One

Chapter Two

ABOUT THE AUTHORS

DEDICATION

For all the little girls who wake up hungry for two men.

CHAPTER ONE

Brian

It was awful. Completely fucking fucked-up awful. I was at a family dinner with my wife’s family, and I couldn’t stop thinking of her little sister. Angie hadn’t even made an appearance yet, it was just my wife, her mom, and me sitting around the kitchen table, making small talk before the meal started. But still, all I could think about was my wife’s younger sister, sweet, delectable, and everything that I wanted.

So I was jolted from my daydream when my mother in law spoke.

Brian, simpered Jane. How’s your job going? she asked, handing me a beer.

Gratefully, I took the PBR. With the way my wife’s been acting lately, it was gonna take more than one of these to make it through the night. But pasting a smile on my face, I replied politely.

Business is good, I said smoothly. We’re busy, which is always good.

My mother in law smiled beatifically.

We were so happy when you started working downtown with that handsome lawyer friend of yours. How’s he doing? I imagine all the women must flock to your firm these days.

I shot my ancient mother in law an amused glance. My law partner Jed is a handsome bastard, for sure, and women swarm him like honeybees. But even worse, Jed isn’t exactly a moral guy and these so-called clients were getting a lot more than legal advice most times.

But Jane didn’t need to know that. My mother-in-law, despite having a viper for a daughter, is a great lady, kind, always with some home-baked cookies on hand. So I was courteous, leaving out the gory details.

We get all sorts of business, good and bad, I rumbled vaguely. We’re always happy to be a resource.

Jane clucked.

It’s just so perfect, we were so happy when you two got married, she said, nodding at Hannah and me. Every family needs a lawyer you know, there are just so many problems these days! What was it your cousin wanted to ask about? she asked, turning towards my wife. What was that legal question she had for Brian?

But my wife couldn’t be bothered to answer, Hannah was gazing at herself in her compact, examining herself from a million angles. I have to admit, the blonde’s a beautiful woman and that’s a huge part of the reason why I married her. But that was a miscalculation on my part because unfortunately, looks don’t carry over to good conversation and seems like I was late figuring that out, distracted by her tight, hot twat and big boobies.

Hannah, said her mom a little sharply this time. Please don’t be rude. What was it that your cousin wanted to know? The question she had for Brian?

My wife let out a dramatic sigh and set down her compact with a thunk, the plates on the table rattling.

What’s your problem Ma? she whined, pursing those ruby red lips. What’s your problem? How am I supposed to know what someone else wants? Once upon a time those lips had felt fantastic around my dick, but it’d been ages since that had happened. Instead, we’re pretty much sleeping in different rooms these days. Or more accurately, my wife had taken over the master, doing it up in pink frills and lace, and I’d been relegated to the couch in my office. In some ways it was better since the drone of the TV in the background helped knock me out, putting me out of my misery.

But my mother in law was frowning at her daughter now.

Hannah, she said again. Your cousin needed legal advice. She asked you specifically to ask Brian. Now what was it she needed help with?

Hannah pursed her lips again.

Oh I think it was her divorce, she said casually, waving a hand in the air. She wants to find some way to find her ex’s assets. You know Gunther, added Hannah salaciously. He’s always had women on the side, who knows what else he’s hiding.

In my practice, I see everything, but still, my wife’s callous attitude towards her cousin’s predicament was pretty shocking. And her mom agreed.

Hannah, said her mom sharply once more. Not everyone is as lucky as you, with a good husband like Brian, so watch your mouth. There’s no need to gloat over someone else’s problems.

I remained totally still. With the thoughts I’ve been having about my wife’s younger sister lately, I couldn’t exactly be called a good husband. Shit, even now visions of Angie’s delectable assets swam before my mind’s eye, those big boobies swaying to and fro, that beautiful pink pout, kissable and lush. Down boy! I warned myself. Down boy! Wrong place, wrong time! There can’t be a worse place for acting like a horny dog, lusting after your little in-law.

But they can’t put you in jail for your brain, so I kept my expression bland and unreadable.

I’m sure Hannah’s stressed right now, I said smoothly. We’re trying to get pregnant, more to change the subject than anything else. Of course we weren’t trying to get pregnant, there’s been no sex for ages, but the words had their intended effect.

Oh you are? exclaimed Jane, hands flying up to her mouth. You are, you are? Oh my goodness, that makes me so happy to have a third generation on the way! My, oh my!

Hannah shot me a dirty look, there’s no way my wife was interested in kids with the weight gain, the morning sickness, not to mention the responsibilities of caring for a tiny, fragile human being. But before she could cut her mom’s dream short, a loud gasp interrupted our conversation from over by the hallway.

And sure enough, I turned to see Angie standing there, the stuff of dreams. The sweet girl was the opposite of her sister, a complete one eighty. Hannah was slim when we dated but in anticipation of the wedding, she went on some crazy diet and lost even more weight. I figured it was new bride jitters to look nice for the photos, and the pounds would come right back on after the honeymoon. But no. My wife kept on with the program, spending five hundred bucks per week on this damn Medi-Spa program and got even thinner. The woman’s a rail now, her limbs frail and bony, making me shudder. All the better to sleep in my office, so as not to feel spider’s feet brushing against me.

But her sister’s different. Eighteen and nubile, Angie’s curvy and plump, ripe all over. I could hardly tear my eyes from the huge tits pushing at that soft sweater, the wide hips that curved into a giant bubble butt. Fuck! I raged at myself again. Shit, you wanna go to jail? How fucked-up is this?

But Jane interrupted, jerking me back to reality.

Angie, gushed my mother-in-law. Come in, Brian just told us that he and your sister are expecting! Isn’t that wonderful?

The brunette didn’t reply, instead shooting me an agonized glance before turning on her heel and running up the stairs, brown curls flying, footsteps pattering on the stairs. If I wasn’t mistaken, Angie was distressed at the thought that I was fucking her sister, that Hannah and I actually got naked and horny. Good thing it was all lies, but I couldn’t exactly set her straight at the moment. Right now, it was just a mess, a twist of half-truths and deception to keep my mother-in-law happy.

Hmm, that’s weird, mused Jane. Why did she run off like that? Angie’s so good with kids, you think she’d be excited that her sister’s expecting.

That’s when I cut in.

Jane, we’re not expecting, I growled, fixing her with a look. Not yet anyways. We’re just trying.

Hannah interrupted then as well.

We don’t expect to get pregnant anytime soon, in fact, she said vaguely, waving a hand in the air. You know Brian’s sperm count is low, the doctor said he has to go in for tests.

I stared at my wife, flabbergasted and more than a little angry. No such thing had happened, and goddammit, my sperm count was not low, there was nothing the matter with my little swimmers. But I know how Hannah’s mind works. She was setting us up for failure, with my alleged infertility as the culprit. That way, she had some excuse to stay thin and self-involved, nothing so troublesome as a baby in her life.

But Jane was already distracted.

You have a low sperm count? she asked, aghast. Oh my god, we have to get you to the right doctors. I’ve only got two daughters you know, and if you’re out then I don’t know what we’ll do. Hannah’s our only hope right now, Angie’s so young still.

I didn’t add that Angie was eighteen and at peak female fertility. That ripe, curvy body was perfect for carrying a baby, much better suited than Hannah’s twenty-five year old stick thin frame. Fuck, I’d burst in the curvy brunette’s pussy if I got within five feet of the girl, my little swimmers would find their way to her sweet ovaries without any help at all.

But again, this wasn’t the time or place for my putrid thoughts.

Oh my goodness! wailed Jane again. I’m gonna ask Debbie next door for that fertility specialist’s name, the sooner you get to see him the better Brian, she rushed in her panic. Fertility issues! This has to be a modern-era problem, no one back in my day had fertility issues, people had their two kids no problem. Oh goodness!

And I shook my head, tired already. Because I have no ailments to speak of, as far as I know I’m healthy as a horse. It was her daughter playing Jane, twisting the story so that once again, it’d be all my fault. Not only that, but it’d get her mom off her back for a while, Jane would be fixated on me and my alleged issues, distracting her from the truth.

So I cut in again.

Jane, I’m fine, I said soothingly, shooting my wife a look. I’m totally fine, but I’ll see the doctor if that’s what you want.

Definitely! my in-law hyperventilated. Definitely, it’s a necessity!

I nodded calmly.

Absolutely then, if that’s what makes you happy. But trust me, I said, shooting my wife another hard look, there’s nothing at all wrong with me. Nothing at all.

Jane nodded, her chin trembling, aged hands twisted on the kitchen table.

I hope so, she murmured, eyes tearing. Because I’ve wanted grandchildren for so long, and now to hear this! she sighed. Goodness!

I took her frail hand in mine.

Don’t worry, it’ll be okay. Everything will be okay, I soothed.

Jane nodded once more.

I hope so, I’m looking forward to the pitter-patter of more tiny feet. Lord, help me! she wailed, face crumpling.

I could have hung around to soothe her fears more, to be a crutch for a tiny old lady, but enough was enough. I stood, rising to my full height inside the tiny kitchen.

I’m so sorry, but I’ve just been called to my office, I said, furrowing my forehead, looking down at my cell and scrolling like there was something urgent. Important case.

Jane immediately stood, her mind flitting to this new thing.

Of course! she said, bustling around the kitchen. Let me put some food together for you, dinner’s already ready, I’ll just throw in some chicken and greens, it’ll be tasty and hot.

Unlike her mom, Hannah sat at the table still, barely even looking up.

When you come in don’t wake me up, she said in a bored voice, examining her nails this time. I’ll leave the front door unlocked.

And that pretty much sums up my married life. Hannah would be in bed, snoozing away, getting her beauty sleep as I got home late from work again. I’d let myself into the house, have a couple beers and sit myself down on the couch in my office, flicking on some porn. And after a couple minutes, the vids do their work. Oh yeah, I’ll find a brunette who looks just like Angie, curvy, ripe, nubile, with a big, hot butt and jiggling tits. And stroking myself, I’ll erupt, the white trailing all over the couch, making a mess on the rug while gasping her name.

Pretty nasty right? Dreaming of my sister-in-law, an eighteen year-old virgin while I’m supposed to be fucking her sister. But it’s the only thing I’ve got, the only thing that keeps me going from day to day. So I do it. Yeah, I’ve stroked myself to visions of Angie so many times now, it’s pretty much a nightly routine. And you know what? I fuckin’ love it. The only thing that one of these days, I’m gonna come in that sweet, hot cunt for real … whether or not I’m married to her sister.

CHAPTER TWO

Angie

My body went limp when I heard the words.

Brian and Hannah are expecting!