Object of Desire
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We ended up in Quincy’s flat above the pub, in fact, both of us men swapping Susie and Meral back and forth between us. I lost track of how many times I came inside each of them, and so did Quincy, for that matter. Meral already had several loads from other men inside her gash, as did Susie, due to taking on so many patrons. Both Quincy and I were very much on the same page of enjoying the experience of dating our sluts. We each planned to marry one of them and keep the other on the side.
“So, you’re really rich, then? Filthy, stinking rich?” Meral asked Susie while the former cooked a fine curry and the latter poured us each some gin.
“Yes, I’m afraid so! I’m loaded, far more than even Harvey here knows!” Susie winked at me as they brought the food and drink to us.
“So, you’ll be wanting a prenup, I suppose,” Quincy inquired, making her laugh.
“No, you silly, sweet, darling bloke! My money’s in a personal trust. I just barely got access to it myself recently, though now I’m the only one who can access it all. You couldn’t take me to the cleaners with the top ten barristers in all of London! I have more money than the three of you combined, too! And you know what, dears? I’m going to prove it ... and prove that you’re with me for my sake, not my money. Do you know how?” Susie created some suspense now as she kissed each of us on the mouth.
“How, then?” I asked Susie while fondling her bum and Meral’s at once.
“Here’s how!” Susie showed me where she had wired each of us a million pounds, “there, you’re rich, too, just not as rich as me!”
“That’s actually one million, two hundred forty thousand U.S. dollars, you know. If I chose to return. Which I won’t. I’ll give up nearly a quarter of a million dollars to stay here with you and Meral ... and Quincy, that is. Clearly, I won’t need my current job anymore, anyway,” I chuckled as Susie and Meral each slipped me some tongue.
“Oh, darling, you’ve just proved my point! You’d throw away an amount that was itself more than twice your old salary back in the States, right, just to be with us! With me ... and with Meral ... and with Quincy. Sweet! Love, you knew that I had money and you were more bothered by not getting my company than by not getting pampered in that sense! Quincy knew that I had money and was willing to sign a prenup! Meral knew it and didn’t ask me for anything at all! Nothing! Mmm ... I just fucking love all three of you! I could eat you three up! You’re the best!” Susie now dropped to her knees and started orally pleasuring all three of us in turn.
“So, what is my appeal, just wondering?” Quincy asked Susie, “you could literally have any man who you desired. I hit the fucking wife jackpot and I know it! Why would a woman like you want a man like me?”
“A few reasons. You’re just too fucking sweet for words! Friendly, helpful, gregarious, eager to please, generous, funny, adorable, love! You take delight in my pleasure. You’re a voyeur. You’re a cucky at heart, too. Not in the chaste sense, thankfully. I would never even think to deny you such intimate delights. In fact, you seem to revel in sloppy seconds, lucky me. And I love how you’ve run this pub of yours! You were willing to sign a prenup, as I noted! Just like that! Just to get to marry me!
“What I love about Harvey is that he’s the tougher, younger, more aggressive version, but still friendly and loving when he wishes to be, very protective and such. Quincy is the perfect, hospitable host and pub proprietor, a real master of ceremonies, too, a naturally sociable and affable chap. Quincy is like a sweet old man, marrying him is like marrying Santa Claus or something, whereas Harvey is like a true rugged, Yank individualist type.
“Sorry, I know, I know. You’re Southern, so Yank still doesn’t sound right to your ears, but you know my meaning. Quincy gives me my warm fuzzies, but Harvey makes me feel safe. You each bring something special to the table, you see. I got a London barkeep for a husband, one who reminds me of Bob fucking Hoskins, has that whole ‘salt of the earth’ quality. A regular, working-class bloke. The sort that my lot has fucked over far too many times. At least when I screw you, love, you’ll enjoy it! I’ve long wanted to give back to people like you, who tossers like my parents have hurt and abused so much.
“I also have a tough, jaded, lecherous redneck from the American South with a real mix of intellect, roguish charm, twang, and passion. You’re romantic without being sappy, sentimental without being naive or easily manipulated, ruthless without being sociopathic or cold-blooded, warm without being too emotional, civil without being insincere, ethical or moral without being prudish or puritanical, and bold without being too reckless. You get the idea. A century ago, you’d have been toppling governments. Who knows, you still might.
“As for Meral, well, she’s delicious! She’s fun, she’s friendly, she’s saucy, feisty, even. She’s breaking free of her old morality and we can help bring her all the way out of it. She’s our yummy Paki sweetheart, absolutely delectable, born to be fucked, loved, kissed, hugged, and then some! We can and do have a common bond from our experience earlier tonight, of sharing all those chaps, don’t you think, Meral, especially these two here!” Susie encouraged Meral to think of their new fluid-bonding arrangement as making them family.
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