Third Encounters of the Close Kind

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His hands spread wide and slid up her well-oiled back massaging latissimus dorsi. His thumbs pressed into infraspinatus, then his hands wandered over trapezius and pressed deep into the grooves formed by her scapulae. They retraced their path downward, followed the curve of her waist to external obliques (she squirmed because it tickled), then back toward her spine, topping the rise of the gluteus maximus, then down again to press the tips of his fingers deeply into gluteus medius. She moaned in pleasure at the skill of his touch.

“So… are you going to tell me?” he said, his voice as silky as his touch on her back.

“Mmm… You’d only use it against me,” she murmured into her folded arms. “Why should I give you more ammunition.”

He stopped massaging and sat back on his heels. “Lizzie! You wound me. Would I do such a thing, to you of all people?”

His aggrieved tone had no effect on her. “Yes,” she said. “You would.”

“Okay, I would,” he capitulated and resumed his massage. “But only under the most mitigating of circumstances… and as you’ve so graciously accepted myposaposal of marriage, I cannot imagine anything even remotely mitigating… So give, you big coward.”

“Hmmm…” said Elizabeth, still unimpressed.

“I’ll tell you mine,” he wheedled.

“I don’t think I want to know yours,” she replied.

“What are you implying?” he asked softly, sliding his hands beneath to cup her breasts. “Are you trying to say that any secret sexual fantasy I might have w be be so incredibly debauched that it would fry the ears off your head just to hear it?”

Elizabeth laughed. “Yes.” His hands left her breasts and tickled her ribs, causing her to roll over onto her back. “Don’t!” she gasped.

He grabbed her hands and pinned them to the mattress. She struggled. She was taller but he was stronger and he won.

“Tell,” he said. “Or I’ll hold you down just like this for the rest of the night.”

She stared up at him. “Go ahead,” she growled. “Make my day.”

“Oh, so now you’re a tough guy. Okay. Take that, Clint!” he said and ground his groin against hers. She gasped at the contact, working her body against his. He pulled away, still pinning her hands.

“You bastard,” she whispered in mock outrage.

He tsked her. “Ooh, your language. Not very ladylike at all. Tell me…” He kissed her under her right jawbone. “… your fantasy…” He kissed her under her left jawbone. “And I’ll make love to you again.” He kissed her mouth, slow and long.

She sighed when he released her. “This is my fantasy…”

“Wrong answer! Go directly to jail, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars!”

“Oh, all right. I’ll tell you.”

He smiled down at her. “I’m listening.”

“Let go my hands.”

“You can tell me just… like… this.” Robert kissed her again. “I can look into your face and see if you’re lying to me.”

“I wouldn’t lie,” Elizabeth said, giving him her best baby blues.

“Like hell you wouldn’t,” he said. “Now, see how patient I am? I’ve only asked you maybe seven times tonight.”

“Well, if you’ll shut up, I’ll tell you.”

Robert said not another word, only continued to hold her down, lightly now. She could have freed herself easily if she’d wanted to. He stared into her face, smiling a little, his eyes so full of love it took her breath away. She drew it back in again and said,

“All right. I have two…”

He nodded. Go on.

“They both involve you…”

“Awesome,” he said. “Continue.”

She paused, bit her lip, then said, “The first is, I fuck you with a strap-on dildo.”

“Sounds like fun,” he said, his voice low and seductive.

“Really? I’d’ve thought you’d see it as a submission thing… not your cup and all.”

“Do yoe ite it as a domination thing?”

She grinned wickedly. “Of course.”

“You,” he emphasized the pronoun, “can dominate me anytime.”

“Hmph! The last time I tried it didn’t happen.”

“You weren’t wielding a strap-on,” he pointed out. She giggled. “Expect a plain brown package to be delivered to your door within the next couple of weeks… unless you’d like to buy it yourself.”

“No, thanks,” she said wryly. “I’ll let you do the honors.”

“What’s number two? This one has to be a real shocker.”

She pouted. “Now you’re making fun of me.”

“I am not. I am taking you so seriously you would not believe it.” And to prove it he released her hands and settled down at her side, facing her. She rolled over to her side to face him, propped her head on her hand.

“The second one,” she began in a low voice, “is completely scandalous.”

“Scandalous is goodoberobert remarked.

“It’s my favorite…” She blushed, then continued. “I fuck two men at the same time.”

Robert cocked his head. “Sequentially?”

“Simultaneously,” Elizabeth whispered. “Utterly decadent, wot?”

“Utterly,” he agreed, licking his lips. “And what would this fucking involve? Oral, anal…”

“Vaginal… both men.”

“Ooooh.” He looked very interested. “I like it. And who is the party I’d be sharing space with?
“Oh, a total stranger.”

h? h? I would’ve expected one of those studs in the ER to get the nod.”

“God, no! It’s complicated enough shagging you and having to go to work every day. I don’t need anyone else at County General blowing my skirt up.”

Robert laughed. “Okay,” he said grinning. “A total stranger…” He paused, then frowned. “Is this something you’d actually go through with or are you blowing smoke up my ass?”

She looked at him warily. “Why?”

“Bee-cause I could arrange it. If that’s what you’d like.”

“You’re serious.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“And you wouldn’t feel threatened by another man in the picture?”

He took her left hand and held it aloft. A diamond not quite as precious as she was sparkled in the low light of the room. “No.”

She smiled and laced her fingers in his. “So, you’d do this to make me happy.”

“Elizabeth, I would do anything to make you happy
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She had a sudden thought. “Why do I get the feeling that this is not the ultimate sacrifice for you?”

“Because it’s not,” Robert said reasonably.

“Thought so.”

“That’s actually something I’ve never done.”

She looked dubious. “A threesome?”

“A threesome with another man,” he specified.

“So you’ve done the other.”

He shrugged. “Once or twice.”

Curiously, she said, “What was it like?”

“Exhausting,” he said, making a face. “I needed B12 shots after.”

“Didn’t keep you from doing it again, though,” she remarked.

“B12 is cheap.” He grinned. “So, I’ll set it up. I think I know just the guy.”

“Who?”

“A pro. And a damn good one.”

“Had dealings with him before, have you?” she asked archly.

“Not personally, but I’ve heard rave reviews. I think you’d like him. He’s tall and he has all his hair.”

“Good,” Elizabeth said. “One of you is quite enough for me.”

“Oh, yeah?” Robert said softly. “Prove it.” He rolled her over onto her back and moved on top of her.

She did.

^^^


The number he dialed the next day had been pushed far back in his book and gathered dust since Elizabeth. The voice that answered on the fourth ring hadn’t changed, though: spoiled, petulant, shallow, gorgeous and ultimately sexy… Nikki.

“Hello, beautiful,” Romano purred, flattery being the best part of valor.

“Fuck you,” the voice replied.

“Not a chance, honey,” he said. “I’m taken.”

“Yeah. I heard you were engaged. I hope she got all her shots.”

“I saw to that personally,” he replied. “She’s the love of my life, dear heart. And you are not invited to the wedding.”

“I wouldn’t come to your wedding if I were the BRIDE!” she brayed.

“Good, Nikki, very good.” He shouldered the phone and applauded. “You’ve been practicing your repartee.”

“You taught me everything I know,” she said nastily. “What do you want from me, anyway?”

“If you’d asked me that question three years ago, I could have given you a list but that was then and this is now.” He heard her sigh impatiently and went on. “Today I only want one thing – the number of that Brazilian escort you were raving about the last time we were together.”

“Ah… George Costa,” Nikki purred, her tone changing completely. “Mmm… I get wet just saying his name.”

“Too much information, Nikki. What’s his number?”

“What do you want it for, planning to take a stroll on the other side of the street?” she smirked. “I gotta tell ya, you do him and you’ll never want a woman again.”

“Is that why you and Jamie broke up, darling?”

She let that go unchallenged. “What do you want George’s number for?” she repeated, and the tone of her voice told him he wasn’t going to get what he wanted until he gave her what she wanted. Long acquaintance had taught him that Nikki wasn’t the brightest bulb on the string, however.

“Give me the number and I’ll tell you,” he said, seductively.

“Let me get my book,” she said, and dropped the phone with a clatter, hurting his eardrum. “Bitch,” he muttered, wincing.

She returned to the line and rattled off a string of digits which he wrote down on his palm. “So?” she said.

“So what?”

“So, why do you want to hire George? It’s gonna be expensive. He’s so in demand, he upped his rates.”

“Nikki, if it were any of your business, I’d tell you. Since it’s not…” He let the sentence hang itself.

“You fuckhead!” she spat.

“Nikki, Nikki, Nikki. I am going to have to messenger you some Betadine for that filthy mouth of yours.”

“Don’t call me again, Robert!”

“If anybody is going to be calling, it’ll be you, honey. You being such a slow learner and al He He held the phone away from his ear just in time to spare his eardrum the full force of a pissed-off blonde slamming the phone down.

^^^


Romano dialed the number Nikki gave him on his cell phone. He didn’t care if anyone at County knew he’d called Nikki (including Elizabeth, who should know by now that she needn’t have the slightest concern about that one… or any other for that matter). He did not want anyone to know he was soliciting a male prostitute. That might be misunderstood.

The number rang directly into a voice mailbox. “This is George,” said a voice that was low, languid, and positively reeked of Ipanema, despite the fact that his accent was almost nonexistent. “What did you have in mind?” Then the beep.

“This is Robert,” Romano said, resisting the impulse to imitate that romantic drawl. “I would much rather discuss what I have in mind in person. You name the place, I’ll name the time.” He gave his cell phone number, then hung up.

One half hour later his phone vibrated on his desk. He was hip-deep in the budget and annoyed at the interruption. A glance at the readout revealed an unfamiliar number. The Brazilian?

“Hello.”

“Is this Robert?”

“It is.”

“The Starbuck’s on Michigan and Kinzie. Is that anywhere near where you are?”

“A hop, skip and a jump,” Romano replied.

“Good. Come buy me a coffee and we’ll talk. One hour.” He hung up.

Romano stared at the dead cell phone in his hand for a moment, then pushed the disconnect button. “Cheeky bastard,” he muttered and dived back into the budget.

An hour and ten minutes later he was sitting at a table in Starbuck’s impatiently nursing a latte. Time is money, he thought, glancing at his watch. Five minutes later a tall, dark, expensively dressed man sauntered into the store, spied Romano sitting at his table and joined him.

“Robert?”

“That would be me.”

“George,” the tall dark mand, od, offering his hand. Romano shook it. Manicured nails.

“I bought you a cappuccino,” Romano said, pushing the cup forward. “Hope it makes you happy.”

“Many things make me happy, Rob.” George took the cooling cappuccino and sipped. “What do you like?”

“I’d like to hire you for a troi with myself and my fiancé.”

“Ah,” George nodded. “Her idea?”

“Her fantasy. She wants to have two men at once.”

George nodded again, took a sip of his coffee. “And this doesn’t bother you?”

Romano said the same thing he said to Elizabeth when she asked the the same question. “No.”

George smiled easily. “You’re very secure, Rob. That is .”
.”

Cutting to the chase, Romano said. “How much?”

“Five large.”

Romano raised his eyebrows. “What, for the week?”

“Funny Rob,” George chuckled. “For the night. That’s straight sex with you and the lady. BDSM is extra. I don’t do drugs. You and your love can do what you like.”

“No drugs,” Romano agreed. “No whips and chains. And sex with me won’t be required.”

“Ah, too bad,” George said softly, so softly Romano wasn’t sure he’d heard it. Briskly, he continued, “Bring your lady to Ghostbar at eleven p.m. on Thursday. I’m always there at that time. We will meet and if she likes me, we will go from there.”

“You mean if you like her,” Romano said.

“I will like her,” George said confidently. “She will be perfect.”

“She is perfect.”

“As you say,” George said, smiling into his coffee cup.

^^^


Robert arrived at Ghostbar at eleven p.m. that Thursday with a mutinous Elizabeth in tow. She was miffed at being dragged out on the town on a weeknight and she herself would say that she had a bad attitude.

“So, where is this paragon of sexuality?” she asked tartly, eyeballing Ghostbar’s chic patrons.

“How the hell should I know?” Robert retorted. “Maybe he’s polishing knobs in the men’s room.” He ordered a beer and a white wine and pressed the wine into Elizabeth’s hand. “Here, drink up and chill out.”

She glared at him and sipped her wine while he scanned the crowd for George. Ten minutes and we’re leaving, he thought, having had a long day and not being in the mood for games.

He was about to say as much to Elizabeth when her eyes widened at something she saw just past his shoulder. He frowned, then turned around to find George Costa standing behind him.

“Rob, good to see you again,” George said, barely sparing him a glance. His eyes were on Elizabeth. “Is this your lady?”

“This is my fiancé, Elizabeth. Elizabeth, this is George Costa,” Robert said formally, amused by Lizzie’s breathless bemusement. George took her hand and kissed it.

“Rob said you were perfect,” George murmured, keeping Elizabeth’s hand captive.

“Rob lies,” Elizabeth replied, throwing Robert a ‘tell me you didn’t say that’ glance.

“Not at all,” George said, turning her hand over and staring into her palm as if he could tell her future. He raised coffee-colored eyes to hers and Elizabeth stopped breathing. He planted a kiss in her palm, the tip of his tongue darting out to leave a cool spot on her warm skin. Her breathing restarted with a sudden inhalation that was almost a gasp.

She stole a glance at rt, rt, who was watching this play with evil amusement in his eyes. Elizabeth regained her composure in a hurry.

“You’re quite the charmer, aren’t you, George,” shementmented, reclaiming her hand with a bit of difficulty.

George shrugged. “It’s my job,” he said languidly. His eyes refused to relinquish hers. Bedroom eyes, she thought. Dark like Robert’s but larger, limpid, with impossibly long lashes. George had a full head of curly black hair and a sensual-looking mouth. His lips looked as if they might have been carved by Michelangelo, and Elizabeth felt explicably drawn to them, wondered how they’d feel on her mouth, on her breast, on her…

Robert cleared his throat softly. She rolled her eyes and turned to look at him. He was fighting a smirk and she experienced a sudden desire to twist his left nipple until he screamed.

“I think he’ll do, don’t you, honey?” Robert never called her “honey.” The nipple-twisting urge intensified.

“Quite so, lambikins,” Elizabeth chirped.

“’Lambikins?’” Robert muttered, looking disgusted.

Elizabeth placed her glass on the bar. “So nice to have met you, George, but I’ve had a long day, I’m exhausted and I really must be going.” She nodded, not trusting her hand (or any other body part) to him again. “Robert, I’m going to the ladies room. I’ll meet you outside.” She strode away from the two men, well aware that they were staring at her departing figure but having no idea just how appreciative those stares were.

George looked at Robert. “I’m thinking I’ll offer you a discount,” he said, smiling.

“She is amazing, isn’t she,” Robert said, still watching her. He looked up at George. “I’ll pay your rate. This is business, after all.”

George noted the sudden coldness in the other man’s voice. “As you say,” he replied.

“Saturday, the twelfth?”

“That sounds likely…” George pulled a thin date book out of his breast pocket and scanned it. “Sim, tão bem,” he murmured. “The twelfth is good.”

“My place,” Robert said, handing him a slip of paper. “The second address is a lab. I want you tested...”

“Not necessary,” George broke in, drawing perfectly groomed eyebrows together. “One cannot command my rate unless one is clean.”

“Be that as it may,” Robert said, his voice quiet and dangerous, “I’m going to have a piece of paper proving you are clean or you’re not getting within a mile of her, entende?”

George inclined his head and spread his hands, wisely rolling over for the alpha dog… especially an alpha dog who knew his language. “As you say.”

“I’ll call you with the time when I get the results.” He clapped the Brazilian on the shoulder, his smile cold. “Have a great evening.” He started away.

“Boa noite to you, too, Rob. I look forward to our… party.”

Robert stopped and looked back at George, searching for mockery. He found none, only the slight smile and a distant expression on the handsome face… and something else in the man’s eyes that he couldn’t quite track.

Elizabeth was waiting for him by the door. “So,” she said.

“The twelfth,” Robert said shortly, handing his ticket to the valet.

“I think I’m on that day,” she said.

“It’s a Saturday,” he protested.

“Since I don’t run the joint, I can’t count on having Saturdays off,” she replied airily.

“Right,” he said. “Shall I rearrange your schedule? Sleeping with me ought to get you some perks.”

“Don’t do me any favors. Besides, this… thing isn’t going to happen until after the sun goes down, is it?”

“What, you never heard of love in the afternoon?” he asked, gazing at her through his eyelashes.

“You were laughing at me in there,” Elizabeth said, deciding to change the subject.

“Lizzie, you were creaming your jeans over the guy,” he said, handing her into the car and slamming the door.

“I was not!” she hollered from inside the closed car.

“’Yohr quite the chahmuh, ahn’t you?’” he said, mimicking her accent perfectly as he got into the driver’s seat and started the car.

“Oh, bugger you,” she said crossly. Robert chuckled. After a long moment she said, “He is quite handsome.”

“And expensively dressed,” he added.

“I imagine he can afford it… or he’s well taken care of by someone,” she mused. “He looked well taken care of.”

“That he did,” Robert said.

Another moment. “How much does he charge?”

“Don’t look a gift whore in the mouth, Lizzie.” He grinned happily at his pun.

“Oh, God,” Elizabeth said. “We’re paying for sex. I can see several straitlaced Anglo-Saxon ancestors, spinning in their graves… not to mention my mother.”

“Spinning in her grave?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Isn’t the definition of straitlaced Anglo-Saxon someone who won’t have fun and doesn’t want other people to have fun, either?”

“Is that what we’re doing? Having fun?”

“Lizzie, this is your fantasy,” he reminded her.

“Yes, I know, but you were awfully eager to make it come true,” she said dryly. “What does that say about the two of us?”

“Hey, I’ve got a question: what happens to us after we die?”

She looked at him as if he’d gone crazy. He continued to look at the road. “I don’t know,” she finally replied.

“You know what? I don’t, either. I’ve heard a lot of theories. I’ve seen not an ounce of proof of any of them. I do know that I exist now and one day I won’t. I have a hard time wrapping my brain around that fact, but there it is.” Robert took her hand and squeezed it hard. “All we have is now,” he said softly. “When I’m an old man, pissing myself in a nursing home, I don’t want to look back on things I might have done. Do you understand me?”

Elizabeth squeezed back as hard as she could. “I understand you perfectly, love.”

Robert took his eyes off traffic for a moment, just long enough to stare into her eyes, then returned his attention to the road.

“So,” he said, “will one of my memories be of the time we pulled over on Lake Shore Drive and had sex in the car?”

Elizabeth laughed merrily and shook her head.

^^^


The night wind blowing through the open car window cooled the hurry-sweat that beaded along her hairline. Elizabeth would have thought more about what was going to happen tonight if she’d had the time. Unfortunately, not even the Great and Powerful Rocket had been able to get her the day off when two surgeons called in sick, and work today had been exceptionally hellish.

She’d phoned twice. I’m going to be late. I’m going to be later. Don’t worry, Robert had told her. We can’t start the party without you. “You’re the star of the show,” he’d said, in that particular voice that always made her tighten up down there and loosen up everywhere else.

She drew a tension-dispelling breath and let it out. It didn’t dispel much tension as she pulled into Robert’s driveway and killed thginegine. She sat still for long minutes, listening to the engine cool. Tried more deep breaths. Held her hands up in front of her face. They shook as if she had Parkinson’s. Thank God she wasn’t going to operate on anyone!

“Really, Elizabeth,” she muttered. “What are you so nervous about?” She finally got out of the car and went to the house, letting herself in with the key.

There they sat in the living room, chatting and drinking: handsome and beautiful. She smiled nervously as Robert came over to her and took her hand. “Are you okay?” he asked in a low voice. “I heard you pull up five minutes ago. I thought you were going to change your mind and go back home.”

“What? And let you have all the fun?”

Robert smiled. “How much fun would I have without you?”

She glanced over his shoulder. “Quite a bit, judging from the way George is looking at you,” she said ironically.

Robert looked at George, who acknowledged his glance with a small wave. He turned back to Elizabeth.

“He’s looking at you, precious,” he said, kissed her on the cheek and led her into the living room.

She settled into her favorite chair, Robert’s Boston rocker, and murmured her thanks when he handed her a glass of chilled Chablis. “You look wonderful, by the way,” he said, trailing his hand along her blue silk jacquard-clad shoulder and neck on his way back to his place on the couch. She smiled and crossed her legs, long beneath a navy miniskirt, drawing from George one of the most sultry once-overs she’d ever seen.

The room was quiet except for the breathing of three separate people. And when he couldn’t take it anymore, Robert shattered the silence with a hearty, “So, how about those Cubs!”

Elizabeth burst into laughter, George uttered an amused chuckle, and Robert got to his feet. “Let’s go upstairs,” he said.

As they ascended the stairs, Elizabeth recalled hearing stories of such encounters. The encounters had always involved drugs. She wondered what on earth they’d needed drugs for when there was so much sex in the room. But then, handsome and beautiful hadn’t been at those parties… then again, perhaps handsome had. Then again again, perhaps beautiful had been in attendance also, so the only reason drugs had been involved was because she had not.

This loopy train of thought dera whe when they entered the bedroom and Robert took her into his arms and kissed her, his mouth sweet and familiar, lessening her tension. That tension immediately returned when George’s hands settled on her shoulders. She broke the kiss.

“Relax, beleza,” the Brazilian murmured into her ear. “I won’t hurt you. I promise.” He pulled the comb out of her hair, freeing her sunset curls to tumble over her shoulders. He swept them aside and nuzzled her neck.

Her eyes slipped shut for a moment, a small smile on her lips as she savored his caress. They opened to find Robert staring at her, his expression, his eyes… they were so hot and he moved closer and slowly undid the buttons of her blouse, his hands moving to unbutton her cuffs in unison. George pushed the blouse off her shoulders, Robert freed it from the waistband of her skirt and it drifted to the floor. George unfastened her bra, pushing slowly with hands spread upon her back, over her shoulders until it, too, joined her blouse on the floor.

Robert took her breasts, one in each hand, and nuzzled them as George moved in, arms encircling her, pressing himself against her back. She felt the hard bar of his erection snuggle into the cleft of her buttocks and her breathing became ragged.

Leaving off his breastfeeding, Robert kissed her mouth again while George’s hands wandered delicately over her body, finding sensitive places she didn’t even know she had. She moaned against Robert’s mouth and he suddenly broke the kiss.

“Lizzie, you have got to take those shoes off, my neck’s going into spasm.”

Elizabeth grinned at him and stepped out of her high heels. George maintained contact with her backside the entire time.

“Better,” Robert murmured, pulling her back in to ravish.

Article by article, their clothing came off until three separate people were as bare as at birth. Elizabeth climbed onto the bed and the two men followed.

“We discussed logistics while we were waiting for you,” Robert said. Elizabeth stared at him pensively, then touched his face. “What is it?” he asked softly, taking her hand and kissing the inside of her wrist.

“I want this,” saidsaid, staring into his eyes, daring to see what was in them for her.

“I know,” he said. “I want to give it to you.” He pulled her into his arms, on top of him.

Another kiss, which ended as she positioned herself above him, making space between them for him to bridge. His bridge was solid steel and she cried out in a pleasure as their separateness ended, and their oneness began again.

George was still there, an unobtrusive presence behind her, touching her, tasting her, doubling every sensation Robert gave her. He braced himself on hands and knees, not quite touching, following the wave of her body as she rode her beloved, his occasional accidental contact sending tiny electric shocks through her. He dropped soft, liquid kisses down her back, tasting lower and lower until she felt his tongue go where no tongue had any business going. She gasped and Robert took her face in his hands, stared into her eyes which were wide and bright with ardor.

“What’s he doing?” Robert asked and after she tried and failed for form the words he grinned. “Okay… you didn’t have much to say when I did it, either…” He trailed off and surprise washed over his features. “Jesus!” he gasped, then, “George, you are a very bad boy!”

George’s chuckled softly as he uncoiled over Elizabeth’s back. He buried his face in her fragrant curls, pushing them aside to kiss her neck again. He suddenly darted forward to catch Robert’s mouth in a kiss.

Elizabeth watched, open-mouthed as Robert’s expression went from startled surprise to slow, sensual surrender. She watched them, inches from her face; Robert inside her, kissing a man.
It aroused her intensely.
The Brazilian released him after one lingering caress to his cheek. Robert stared at him as heled led away, then turned his attention to Elizabeth.

“You like that?” he asked, his eyes wicked.

“Uh-huh,” she said, breathlessly.

“I’m gonna kiss you,” he said. She nodded and he did.

George whispered in her ear. “I’m going to join you, now.” He positioned himself against her, and began with slow, even thrusts to add himself to their equation.

Elizabeth tensed. “Relax,” George said. “Easy,” Robert whispered.
It was a joint effort, these men were making her into somet she she’d only dreamed of being before. She was losing control, there was no such thing as control as the two of them worked to fill her, to complete her, to glorify her.

Robert moaned as George slid deeper and deeper, joining him inside that sweet place. Elizabeth cried out as they filled her, fuller than she had ever been in her life. She heard George’s choked cry as he penetrated her completely, and her head was suddenly full with the both of them, too, so full she felt it might explode. George groaned again. “Now… now, you are divine,” he announced.

She moved against them both, loving the feeling of them inside her, handsome and beautiful, and they became her and they were all one and she couldn’t keep her pleasure inside herself any longer and so it freed itself and so did she and the sound of them came out of her in all directions.

It took her long minutes to come down, minutes in which handsome and beautiful softened fel fell from her body like ripe fruit. George climbed off her and she rolled off Robert, landing spent between them. Both men encircled her with their arms.

“I think I lost the hearing in my left ear,” Robert mumbled.

“She is noisy, naõ está? George commented.

“What?” Elizabeth said, blearily.

Robert raised his head and stared at her. “My God,” he said. “I want you again.”

Once before, when they were playing around with tantric sex, he had lost control. Damage had been done, minor and quickly healed but painful nevertheless. She felt a thrill of fear along with anticipation as he mounted her, penetrater, br, began his strong, urgent thrusts. He saw the fear in her eyes and reassured her. “I’m not going to lose it,” he promised her.

He moved inside her and she let go, gave herself over to him, over to that sweet friction, to the way he filled her even though she was still loose from having both men inside her. She let go, closer and closer, and suddenly he stopped. “Switch?” he whispered in her ear. “Mmmm…” she moaned. “That sounds liks,” s,” Robert said, and withdrew.

She gasped, shocked by his sudden absence. She lay there, open and aching. He nodded at George, who moved on top of her and kissed her slowly, lazily, tasting her lips, her teeth, touching the roof of her mouth with his tongue, savoring, as if he had all the time in the world. She accepted his kiss, returned it, her arms winding around his neck, pulling him closer. She drew her legs up and he entered her, almost as an afterthought. The feel of him, sliding into her, dragged her attention away from everything else.

The difference! Oh, God, the difference. Was this incredible deliciousness because of the other man’s size and shape, or was it because he wasn’t Robert? George put his entire body into his thrusts, so much so that Elizabeth felt not so much as if she were fucking as dancing.

Robert watched them, loving the show. He loved the way she was with George, loved seeing her in action from the sidelines, loved her. She looked his way. Their eyes caught and held. See me, her eyes said. I am exquisite.

“Is it good, precious?” he asked her.

“Yes,” she said, holding his eyes, holding… until her own eyes slipped shut in ecstasy.

Then George pulled out of her. Elizabeth cried out in frustration. Robert claimed her body again. He pressed his tongue into the notch where her collar bones met, then dragged it down the length of her body, pausing to sound her navel, then continued through the grassy patch and on to her clit. Frustration changed to pleasure as he sucked, and he licked, and he kissed.

She heard George say, “Turn her over, Rob,” and she found herself with her face in the mattress. Robert pulled her up by her hips and slid into her from behind. George somehow managed to get his head beneaer, er, between her legs, and he lapped and sucked every part of her Robert didn’t touch, every part of her Robert did touch anddgindging by his sudden gasp, Robert himself.

Her last coherent thought was yes, this kind of sex you pay for.

Robert released her and she toppled over. He pulled her around to face him and kissed her, kissed her and nuzzled her and then guided her hand to his groin. She clasped what she found there. “My God,” she murmured. “Did you take a pill?”

“Yeah,” he replied. “Twelve hundred mgs of watching you fuck another man.”

Elizabeth smiled salaciously. “Quite the aphrodisiac, wot?”

“You better know it.” He stared into her eyes. “You ready for the rocket?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

She spread her legs in reply.

George lay beside them, watching them fuck. She put out her hand and he took it, kissed it tenderly. “Beleza,” he whispered.

“Beautiful,” Robert translated breathlessly.

“You’re beautiful,” Elizabeth told them both. George kissed her hand again. Still holding it tightly, he leaned over and whispered into Robert’s ear. Robert considered what he’d heard (never missing a stroke), then said,

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

George looked at Robert, looked at Elizabeth, then back at Robert again. “Naõ com licença,” he said. Not without your leave. He waited for an answer.

Robert said to Elizabeth, “He wants to fuck me while I’m inside you. He assures me it will give you a great deal of pleasure.” There was a satanic gleam in his eye. “You game?”

“Are you?” she panted. He had continued to fuck into her during the entire exchange and she was breathless from trying to decide what to give her attention to.

“I think it would put paid to past transgressions on my part.” His movement slowed. “Buggering me was Fantasy Number One. Here’s your golden opportunity to have it both ways.”

“Are you sure?” Elizabeth asked. “It’s painful.”

Robert pressed his forehead into hers, looking into her eyes. Then he kissed her. “I’m curious,” he whispered.

She looked over at George, who was fiddling with a small bottle of Astroglide.

“Take him,” she commanded.

“Obrigado,” George breathed, sliding his hand up Ro’s t’s thigh.

The Brazilian took his sweet time preparing Robert to receive him. He lavished the same attention as he had on Elizabeth earlier, touching, tasting, dreamily, thoroughly, taking his time to let her see what he was doing – until he moved behind them and out of her view, making her wish Robert hadn’t taken the mirror down.

She couldn’t see what George was doing but she could feel it, through Robert, as one would feel the press of a hand through a pillow.

She felt George’s lubed finger penetrating, stirring sensations. She watched Robert’s face change, slow arousal, more arousal painted delicately on his features… finger painted. He moaned as the Brazilian massaged his prostate, making him stiffen and fill her even more. Her hands moved to his waist, to pull this deliciousness even closer. Her fingers brushed against George’s torso and he shuddered.

Robert cried out as the other man entered him, his face a study of tightly controlled pain. “Push out,” Elizabeth told him. “It helps.” He did. “Sim…,” the Brazilian hissed and she felt him sink it to the hilt: hand through a pillow. She reached urtherther and pulled both men to her. Robert thrust forward into her and backward against George and there was no trace of pain on his face now, only pleasure.

“Is it good?” she asked him, staring into his eyes, eyes that didn’t quite see her in his extremity.

“Elizabeth,” he said, a simple statement of fact and then he came. She could see it in his face, his eyes wide, his pupils dilating. She could feel it inside her as his cock spasmed, flooding her with his seed. She could hear it in his voice, his choked cries of release, taste it as he gave her his mouth, his tongue, sucked the breath out of her lungs then breathed it back in, gave himself over to her. Despite what was being done to him, for him, belonging to her. Only to her.

It ended as all things must. He rested his face against her neck and she cupped the base of his skull in her hand, holding his head like a baby’s. George left him, then left them alone and Robert rolled off her to lay on his side. His face contracted briefly, in pain. Elizabeth studied him. “Are you okay?”

“I’ll live,” he said, face still tense. “I’m not gonna shit right for a week, though.”

Long pause. Then Elizabeth snickered, and they both dissolved into laughter.

“It’s not funny,” Robert protested, laughing and wincing again.

“One reaming pays for all, love. You said so yourself.”

“Yeah? Since when you you start listening to what I say?”

“When you started being right.”

“Fantasy fulfilled?” he asked softly.

“In spades,” she replied contentedly. “Would you do this again, though?”

“Would you?”

“I asked you first.”

Robert considered it. “It’s like cocaine,” he mused.

Elizabeth frowned. “How so?”

“I tried it once, a long time ago. It made me feel so good, I knew I could never, ever do it again. That way lies addiction… I could get addicted to this.” He rolled over to his stomach and rested his head against her breast, absently nuzzling her nipple. “I’m addicted to you,” he said. “That’s enough for me.”

George came out of the bathroom, all dressed up with someplace to go at three a.m.

“Are we done, Rob?” he asked.

“We are done,” Robert agreed. “I’ll see you out.” He climbed over Elizabeth to get his robe, pausing to kiss the tip of her nose. She giggled, then stretched luxuriously and sighed. George stood there, watching her, his dark eyes appreciative. “Good night, Elizabeth. It was a pleasure… muito prazer.”

Elizabeth’s smile was a sultry as his. “The pleasure was all mine,” she purred. George blew her a kiss.

“All right, that’s enough of that,” Robert announced, belting his robe. He escorted George from his bedroom and shut the door.

The two men were silent as they descended the stairs. At the door George paused. “Rob…” he began.

“No,” Robert cut him off.

George smiled sadly. “Not even for half price?”

“Not ever again,” Robert said.

George nodded. “As you say. Good-bye, Rob.”

Robert closed the door.

He returned to the bedroom. Elizabeth had turned off the lights and lay curled on her side in bed, covers drawn up to her chin. He took off his robe and hung it up. As he climbed in beside her, she murmured. “He really wanted you, you know.”

“Yeah, well, I’m a one woman man.”

Elizabeth smiled as he spooned himself against her and arranged his penis so it rested on the shelf of her thigh.

They fell immediately into deep and dreamless sleep.

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A heart was open before them. A broken heart, but they knew how to fix it and went about it in a delicate dance of hands and instruments, skill and knowledge.

“You know,” Elizabeth said, “you never told me the amount of the fee.”

Robert looked up at her. “Five hundred dollars.”

“Whoa!” she said, then fell silent as the need came to concentrate on the task at hand.

“Think it was worth it?” Robert asked. Their eyes met again over the patient.

“Every penny,” Elizabeth said.

“What on earth are you guys talking about?” Shirley asked, not because she cared but because she was bored. These two made open heart surgery look about as complicated as washing your pantyhose.

“Plumber,” said Corday and Romano in unison. “Damn good plumber,” he added.

“He ought to be for five hundred dollars,” Shirley remarked. “De hae have to rod something out?”

Elizabeth made a strangled noise and Robert said, “Yes, he did, Shirley. Now can we forget about my plumbing and concentrate on this poor schmuck?”

“Of course, Doctor.”

“You are going to be the death of me,” Elizabeth murmured.

Robert looked up and they smiled into each other’s eyes over their masks.


END