Thieves

By Jason Pinaster

Sabine Montgomery is a respectable suburban housewife—happily married, two young kids, responsible job. Her favorite fantasies involve her having sex with two men. Strong men, sneaky men, dominant men. Trapped on a tropical island, kidnapped, blackmailed. There’s no harm in a fantasy, right?

And then one night, when her husband is away on business, she hears a noise downstairs...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: Dec 4, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005935870

Jason Pinaster

If you would like to be on my mailing list, please click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. You will receive prompt notification of my new publications and special offers.I have heard say that the first obligation of a writer is to entertain. If so, the first obligation of a writer of erotica is to arouse and I hope you feel that I have succeeded.I believe that story sets the scene. A story lets the reader start to care for the characters in it. And if the reader cares about the characters, it is easier for him or her to identify with their arousal, to let that arousal tingle the reader’s own skin.Christopher Carter is a lawyer who’s into BDSM and other hijinks, most of them sexual. His stories feature a little fun, lots of sex, a little adventure, and Carter's special brand of justice. Lusty Lee was a private investigator whose nemesis forced her to pursue him through a new kink in each episode. The Mistress Megan stories take her through her development as a dominatrix during which she must satisfy their every fetish.While my current focus is on stories featuring (in order of frequency) erotic combat, wet and messy, action-adventure and tickling, I’m open to anything which turns me (and hopefully you) on. I dabble in sex games and BDSM. I have published two novellas set in Hedonism II, the notorious Jamaican resort and even one featuring a sentient sex robot.At present, I’m developing a Patreon page showcasing erotic combat vignettes: www.patreon.com/JasonPinasterPlease feel free to contact me at [e-mail] And don’t forget to click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. Cheers!

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Thieves © 2020 by Jason Pinaster

Jason Pinaster has published numerous other stories. For a full list of his stories, please see his author profile or the notes at the back of this story.

Copyright Notice: Copyright by Jason Pinaster 2020; all rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction; the characters are not you.

Cover Notes and Credits Many thanks to BambiBound

Back Notes: About Jason Pinaster, other books and stories by the author.

Acknowledgement and Author’s Note

Other Jason Pinaster stories featuring threesomes

MMF

Bang! (published on Amazon as Emma!)

Emma! (published elsewhere as Bang!)

FFM

Vegas Dare

Twisted

Truth be Dared

Busted Bonds

Lesbian

By, Bi, Bye

Thieves

I stopped partway down the stairs to listen. I didn’t hear anything. I went down another step and stopped again. Nothing. Something had woken me up. I had been dreaming. I was tied to my bed, spread-eagled. One man was on my right, another on my left. I was nude. The man on my right was reaching out to touch me. There was a noise downstairs. The men looked up, startled.

That noise, had it been in my dream or was there actually something downstairs? I lay awake in my bed. My wrists and ankles were free, so I was no longer in my dream. I thought that I had heard a rustling. Most of the time it would be Tom, my husband, fixing a midnight snack. But Tom was away tonight and it was just me and the kids.

I sighed and got up. I thought about putting on a robe, but it was too hot for that. My nightie, and a pair of panties, would have to do.

As I touched the handrail at the top of the stairs, I smiled at my dream. It was a recurring dream, simple and straightforward, starting and stopping in my bedroom. The men, neither of them Tom, would appear out of thin air and touch me, arouse me. If I managed to lie still and keep my mind relaxed, they would caress me all over and I’d wake up warm, every muscle in my body satisfied.

I put a foot down carefully on the top step. I didn’t hear anything. Usually Tom would be the one going downstairs to check on the random noise. He’d always come back with word of an appliance we had forgotten to turn off. I brought my second foot down, at the edge, where it didn’t creak.

Three steps. No noise. My waking fantasy was more involved than my dream. I was stranded on a tropical island. With two men, both strangers. Peter: small and creative. Hugo: larger and athletic. Every night, as the sun kissed the gentle ocean waves, they drew lots to see which one would get to make love with me.

Another step. No noise in the kitchen, no creak in the stairs. But one night, in our tropical paradise, I refused to participate. My refusal was a big deal. We had food, water, and shelter. There was literally nothing to do. Mind-numbing tedium was our greatest challenge. The only thing keeping us sane was thinking about having sex every night. Peter was shocked, Hugo sad.

Sabby, said Peter, the smaller one, being reasonable. Having sex is our only relief from terminal boredom.

I pointed to the two twigs in his hand, one short, one long. The lots they were about to draw. "But you never ask me what I want."

Hugo, the big behemoth, shrugged. So, Sabby, what do you want?

I want both of you.

Peter narrowed his eyes and held up the two twigs he was holding. You got me last night.

And me the night before, said Hugo.

You seemed pleased, said Peter, a self-satisfied smile spreading across his face.

I shrugged, I had no complaints, but I wanted more. After all, it was my fantasy, not theirs. "I want both of you