Her First Menage

By Sedona Venez

My sex life has been completely vanilla. But I think I just found two ways to spice it up...

Trained.
Ordered.
Posed.

I never imagined being a submissive would feel this good.

Never before had a lover coaxed out my hidden desires, or initiated me into the tantalizing world of pleasure and pain. Now, two men want to focus all their attention on helping me reinvent my every notion of pleasure.

Safe, sensible, boring Keira— who never took risks or tried anything outside her comfort zone — is gone. I've finally where I belong; in the arms of my two lovers and our shameless desires.

This MFM romance is all about her—no M/M. This stand-alone is safe with no cheating and a guaranteed HEA.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sedona Venez
• Release date: Jan 17, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393184720

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1

KEIRA

Of all the nights for Molly to pull this shit, she has to pick one of the few that I’m home and feeling sleep-deprived.

Molly screamed, Please slap my ass, Sir.

What. The. Fuck?

Sir?

I heard what sounded like a slap and Molly’s screech of delight coming right through our Brooklyn condo’s thin walls.

Oh, sweet Baby Jesus. Geeky Molly is making a fucking amateur porn movie.

Fuck. My. Life.

Rolling over, I pulled my pillow over my head to block out Molly’s high-pitched squeals and moans.

Shit. I was a live-and-let-live kind of woman, but damn… this Molly reality show had been going on for at least thirty minutes. I never would have thought reserved, I never wear skirts above my knees Molly would be having loud, boisterous sex for the whole apartment building to hear.

Even with the pillow pressed against my head, the creak of springs, the slap of flesh on flesh, gasps, and groans tormented me, toppling my resolve not to listen. And making me wish to God I wasn’t alone in my bed.

Truth be told, Molly is one lucky bitch. Damn. She’s having bed-breaking, rough sex with not just one, but two gorgeous men.

The thought left me breathless, wet, and aching—and feeling a bit guilty about eavesdropping—but I was unable to stop myself. Here I was, lying in my bed and listening feverishly, wondering what the hell the two men were doing to Molly to make her moan so much and so loudly.

My mind raced back to earlier tonight when I’d watched Molly through a tiny gap between my bedroom door and the frame as she escorted two insanely attractive men into her bedroom before slamming her door shut. At the time, I hadn’t known what to think—until their sexual antics started and confirmed my roommate was about to hook up with two men.

Yes! Molly screamed.

Fuck! I snapped aloud, finally giving up any chance of sleep for now. Standing up, I wrapped myself in my black silk kimono robe before stomping out of my bedroom and into the kitchen to distract myself with a sweet snack.

Unfortunately for me, the noises were even louder in the kitchen, although Molly’s door was shut.

Dammit, I muttered under my breath as I started digging through the fridge for anything chocolate. I wasn’t much of a drinker, but I did have a wicked sweet tooth.

Regrettably, porn star Molly had eaten the last of our chocolate cheesecake.

Goddamn, Molly, learn to share a little, I grumbled.

Even though it had only been a couple months since Molly became my roommate, in that time, she had just never struck me as the type of woman to have that much of a wild side. She was petite, curvy, soft-spoken, and worked in a library, for fuck sake. So it had shocked the shit out of me when she came stumbling in with two chiseled blond stallions who looked like they’d just stepped out of a fashion shoot on her heels.

I frowned. Hell, I’d always thought of Molly as somewhat timid and shy, maybe even a bit repressed sexually and emotionally. Shit. Neither one of us had much of a love life worth speaking of. Well, until now.

So just how did Molly manage to lure those guys home with her tonight? How the hell did she even get up the nerve to propose a threesome? Hell, I’d seen her giggle like a nervous schoolgirl while watching Fifty Shades Darker. Molly having a threesome? Well… frankly, it seemed almost surreal.

Sounds of flesh slapping wildly against flesh echoed through the apartment. I heard one of the men groan loudly, a long series of final-sounding shouts that eventually died down into panting. I sighed and leaned against the fridge, distracted from searching through it. My thighs clenched together while my pussy ached—a testament to how long it’d been since I was fucked.

A year? No.

It’d been a year and a half since Charles and I broke up and I kicked him out of our apartment—after leaving work early to make him a surprise birthday dinner, only to find him with his pants around his ankles while some man gave him a happy birthday blowjob right in the middle of our damn living room.

I sighed. Well, that about summed up my bad luck with men and the reason for my sex moratorium.

My thoughts snapped back to the present when I heard Molly moan, followed by, Mmm… that’s it. Oh yes, fuck me, baby.

My eyes widened at Molly’s foul mouth and commanding tone. Damn, girl.

Picturing the petite blonde with the girlish face that belied her twenty-nine years yelling to be fucked made me stifle a surprised laugh.

Let’s see what you can do with that pretty little mouth, one of the men said.

And sure enough, it was followed by sounds of sucking and even gagging. There was no need to wonder if Molly was doing her best to please both men. The deep groaning that echoed down the hallway was proof enough. Though, so far, it all sounded like it was coming from one guy.

What is the other one doing? Watching? Or is he just the quiet type?

I overheard one of the men say hoarsely, You’re one naughty girl, aren’t you?

I heard another deep voice say something, but I could barely hear it over my heart pounding in my ears.

Suddenly, Molly’s door opened, and a shadow spilled out into the hallway, framed by a rectangle of candle glow. It was too late to duck out of the kitchen and slip back into my room. A moment later, a man dressed in a black T-shirt and dark jeans walked out into the hallway and turned toward me.

His clothes didn’t look disheveled. It was as if he hadn’t had sex with Molly.

Was he waiting his turn and ran into me on his way for… what? A drink maybe?

But there was one thing for certain; he was beautiful. Mystery Man had a square, chiseled face, framed by thick locks of dirty-blond hair. When he moved closer, out of the hallway and into the kitchen, I could make out more of his devilishly handsome features.

I narrowed my eyes, remembering that when he had come into the apartment, he had been wearing a biker jacket and been second in line behind a longer-haired friend. I also recalled how he’d winked at me in passing—the only one of the three who had caught me peeping through the gap. Now he was naughtily grinning at me with a gleam of interest in his eyes.

He lifted a finger to his lips in a shh gesture, not that I was capable of uttering a sound right then. I was stuck somewhere between a state of panic and a mesmerized trance ignited by his beautiful, smoldering steel-blue eyes.

I was pressed against the kitchen wall while the noises from the bedroom grew louder. Headboard banging and flesh slapping were interspersed with moans and groans.

The big blond and I stared at each other, and finally, he let out a chuckle. Well, hello there.

What the fuck? Did he just say… hello there?

Silently, I stared at the strange dude in my kitchen.

You’re a lovely sight, he rumbled, seeming amused by my embarrassment and loss for words. If I had known beforehand that Molly had a hot roommate, I would have asked about inviting you.

That’s why he didn’t say anything when he saw me. He didn’t want to drag me in without everyone being okay with it.

His burning gaze swept over me as if my kimono robe weren’t there, taking in every curvy inch of me while I felt its weight like a caress.

Yes, definitely, he mused.

I frowned. Hard pass on that shit, I rebutted. I’m not into threesomes.

Have you ever tried? he asked.

No. I narrowed my eyes. And tonight is not going to be my initiation ceremony.

Interesting… he replied, staring at me like I was some delicious steak he was about to gobble right up.

Interesting? What the hell did he mean by that?

Startled, I jumped when he suddenly moved toward me again. He got so close that he could kiss me.

So does listening to what’s happening to Molly turn you on? he asked as he gazed down at me.

My stomach fluttered, and I mutely stared up at him while my brain searched around for something to say. I had to fight to keep my eyes from gawking at the muscles bulging beneath his tight T-shirt.

I think it did, he purred.

He reached out past me, opening the refrigerator and grabbing a bottle of beer. Moving back, he flicked the cap off the top with his thumb, sending it into the trash, and then took a long swallow.

In fact. He continued as he licked foam off his lips. I’m willing to bet you’re all hot and bothered right now.

He almost sounded like he was gloating, and I squirmed slightly, too turned on and fascinated for the annoyance to clear my head.

Molly and I don’t have the kind of relationship that would have us in bed with each other, I managed to say.

Really? His eyebrows rose, and he tilted his head just slightly as he gazed at me with those bright-blue eyes. Pity. You look like you’d be… interesting.

I lifted my head and looked him dead in the eye. This fucker looked like he would take all sorts of liberties if I gave him an inch.

Interesting? I hissed. I’m a woman, not a coffee table book. I grabbed my own beer out of the fridge and defiantly eyed him.

Is that a fact? He laughed.

In the other room, the bedsprings were creaking frantically, punctuated by low moans and the occasional masculine grunt.

Well, women can be interesting, too, he said. And I can sometimes read a lot from just their expressions.

He bent toward me a little, his gaze sweeping over me. I felt my nipples tighten even more, painfully, embarrassing me.

He carried on. For example, I would definitely say that you’re either a virgin or you have never had a man give you an orgasm so good it made your toes curl, which is pretty much the same thing in my book.

I rolled my eyes. Not even close.

But he was… uncomfortably close to the truth. While I wasn’t a virgin and hadn’t been for years, he was right about one thing. No man had ever given me an orgasm worth remembering. But my lack of sexual experience was none of his damn business.

So I changed the subject. Why are you hanging out here with me when your threesome’s in there? I pointed at Molly’s door, which I half expected to start shaking on its hinges if the theatrics inside kept up.

His smile went lopsided. Eager to get rid of me, huh?

Yes.

My mouth went dry because, even though he was a prick, Mystery Man’s close proximity was making my pussy pulse with a need I hadn’t felt in months.

That’s beside the point, I snapped. What I’m saying is you didn’t come here tonight to talk to me.

No. He paused. But plans change, and now that I’ve met you, I’m suddenly not in the mood for Molly. He gave me a thorough once-over. But she won’t mind. My bartender’s giving her a good time all on his own.

I blinked and then blinked again. What the hell does meeting me have to do with anything?

Everything, he drawled while giving me a long, thoughtful stare.

I frowned. Everything? And what is that supposed to mean?

Darling, you do have a lot to learn. He narrowed his eyes, and a bad-boy smile lingered on his lips. Thinking about it, it might be an exciting little adventure to teach you a few dirty things.

Oh, sweet Baby Jesus, why does everything that comes out of his mouth sound like a hot side of sin and temptation?

Even with the curious and intrigued side of me urging me to raise my hand while shouting, Sign me up for your kinky adventure package, please, my rational are you fucking kidding me side vetoed that shitty idea before it could even take root.

Keira, it’s time to put this mysterious bad boy firmly in his place.

With my heart pounding so hard that the racing rhythm distracted me from the sex noises trickling through the hollow-core door, I replied, You’re hot. I’ll give you that. But you’re also aiming way too high with me. You’re not my type.

He twisted his lips into a full-on grin. The fucker knew I was lying. He was blond, handsome, built like a male model with muscles everywhere. He was every woman’s type.

I pursed my lips before continuing. Besides, what in the world makes you think I’d be interested in you teaching me anything?

He silently considered me.

My heart raced. Why does Mystery Man have to be fucking man-candy hot?

Molly’s cries of ecstasy pierced the silence. Then there was a loud slap that sounded like a palm hitting bouncy, yielding flesh.

Ah! yelped Molly with pleasure. Yeah, spank my ass. I love it. Harder!

There was a series of more obliging sounds of slapping, louder this time. I covered my face with my hands, losing it in a torrent of laughter.

Goddamn, Molly! What did you drink tonight, and where can I get some?

The mysterious man joined in with my laughter. Oh man. Molly’s a loud one, Mystery Man said. How about you, darling? Are you a screamer? He laughed good-naturedly.

I frowned at him with my arms crossed.

I guess that’s a no, he muttered.

I rolled my eyes heavenward. No. It’s more like it’s none of your damn business.

You’re sassy. I like that. He winked at me. I scowled. Wow. Not amused by my charm, huh?

No, I said, even though I kind of was digging his swagger… a little.

I’m sorry for asking the question, then. But the oh, look… you’re so adorable stare he was giving me was proof he wasn’t apologetic at all. He was trying to get a rise out of me.

He carried on. "But it’s so obvious you’re not really down with threesomes or casual hook-ups. It’s like you have don’t even try it stamped on your forehead, or at the very least, I haven’t been fucked well in a long time."

The truth of his words hit too close to home.

Are you trying to be an asshole? I snapped.

Nope. Not at all. He shrugged. Just an observation, darling.

Well, just for the record, I grumbled, my sexual status is private.

And if I want to make it my business? he purred, eyes locked with mine. "You know… help you out with your sexual status? Not to toot my own horn, but I happen to excel in the can fuck you hard and properly category."

My pussy clenched as if it recognized its master.

No. No, Keira. Just say no to studs.

He leaned closer and closer until his lips brushed my ear, his jawline scraping mine with his slight, sexy stubble. I caught his warm, masculine scent, that woodsy, musky hint of power and confidence. My eyelids slid closed from the combination of his presence and the sounds from beyond the wall that told me the two lovers had found release again, together this time. The other man’s roar of deep satisfaction blended in with Molly’s orgasmic moans.

Just give it some thought, sweetness, he urged. I’ll leave you my card. So check your door a bit later. His voice was barely a murmur, and then he moved away again.

My eyes flew open, my limp body barely able to hold itself up as I realized I now stood alone.

He was gone as quickly as he’d appeared.

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