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nights out at clubs where were stumbling in and I’d just pull them both to my bed. There was one night like this after a wild night at Bungalow 8 where I was just asking for it wearing this A.L.C. Mercier dress, a short black bodycon knit dress, off the shoulders with a straight neckline and short sleeves. At the club it was just fun to wear, in the car I realized I’d been noticed more than I thought, and back at the house I realized I felt like quite a fox in it—or tiger rather.
I had the boys where I wanted them and they were each like wolves that night, hungry like I’d been starving them. I hadn’t realized how much it must have teased them all night but once I knew I gave them both the show they were after and gave myself all of what I wanted. There were only beams of light let in from the street here and there and the darkness made it all that more allowable for me to show off to them and take and give respectively how we all wanted. They wanted me happy and I was in heaven.
*****
By fall and into winter of our second year, hot and steamy passion was an uncontrollable and the underlying theme of our existence. We still went about our daily lives but I loved and lived for the flirting and teasing, the love making, the fiery heights, the romance, and the spontaneous ways we would surprise each other.
I started to buy designer lingerie and there were many days where I made sure I was home and got myself all dressed up. I would sometimes send a picture to the guys, just to get a rise out of them and show them what they had to come home to. It was so much fun wearing these hot get-ups and heels and putting myself in precarious positions all over the house, just waiting to treat who should walk through the door first, and then both of them.
Our fluffy soft white carpet was fun to crawl on and the first thing they’d come home to me wearing like that, was this short, sheer black little lacy body suit by La Lilouche.
The first thing Cash said when he walked in was, “You’re so good to me.”
I asked, “Want some more?” and stood up on my tip-toes in my heels stretching out my legs tall to kiss him, letting his hands find the back of me.
Our lives weren’t all sex-kitten driven games, though. and it wasn’t all work and city. As their work became more secure, our chats about what to do with the money became more serious. Cash was big on investment properties and planning on some trips for the winter to check out different locations. He wanted to buy us a few homes so we could have somewhere nice to spend winters, which none of us liked. His list of properties to look at was all over the globe and he wanted us to come along, if we could, to look at some of them.
Andy was working out a big trip for himself, though, it seemed our trip to the Hamptons reminded him of his life-long passion for diving. He’d gotten together a couple of divers and was planning a bit of an expedition where he’d be away and in the water for nearly two month’s time.
I on the other hand, while having complete access to funds, wasn’t feeling any pull towards any big ventures outside of our home and so I felt my interests and purpose would grow in time. It was around then that I began to pick up writing again.
That winter was long and it was a good thing Cash had us off on what turned out to be mini-vacations so we could rejuvenate and soak up some sun. Buenos Aires was divine—like the Paris of South America, so romantic. The people were so friendly there, like family. We enjoyed our stay but didn’t find it necessary to buy the place we looked at, even though it was a slice of heaven.
Costa Rica was a dream and I adored the place we looked at in Playa Flamingo. I also adored having coconuts cut for me and all the fresh fruit was just what I needed, that and the sunny shore.
We all decided right off it was a perfect place to retreat to, and this became our first home purchase on our own.
I had the boys where I wanted them and they were each like wolves that night, hungry like I’d been starving them. I hadn’t realized how much it must have teased them all night but once I knew I gave them both the show they were after and gave myself all of what I wanted. There were only beams of light let in from the street here and there and the darkness made it all that more allowable for me to show off to them and take and give respectively how we all wanted. They wanted me happy and I was in heaven.
*****
By fall and into winter of our second year, hot and steamy passion was an uncontrollable and the underlying theme of our existence. We still went about our daily lives but I loved and lived for the flirting and teasing, the love making, the fiery heights, the romance, and the spontaneous ways we would surprise each other.
I started to buy designer lingerie and there were many days where I made sure I was home and got myself all dressed up. I would sometimes send a picture to the guys, just to get a rise out of them and show them what they had to come home to. It was so much fun wearing these hot get-ups and heels and putting myself in precarious positions all over the house, just waiting to treat who should walk through the door first, and then both of them.
Our fluffy soft white carpet was fun to crawl on and the first thing they’d come home to me wearing like that, was this short, sheer black little lacy body suit by La Lilouche.
The first thing Cash said when he walked in was, “You’re so good to me.”
I asked, “Want some more?” and stood up on my tip-toes in my heels stretching out my legs tall to kiss him, letting his hands find the back of me.
Our lives weren’t all sex-kitten driven games, though. and it wasn’t all work and city. As their work became more secure, our chats about what to do with the money became more serious. Cash was big on investment properties and planning on some trips for the winter to check out different locations. He wanted to buy us a few homes so we could have somewhere nice to spend winters, which none of us liked. His list of properties to look at was all over the globe and he wanted us to come along, if we could, to look at some of them.
Andy was working out a big trip for himself, though, it seemed our trip to the Hamptons reminded him of his life-long passion for diving. He’d gotten together a couple of divers and was planning a bit of an expedition where he’d be away and in the water for nearly two month’s time.
I on the other hand, while having complete access to funds, wasn’t feeling any pull towards any big ventures outside of our home and so I felt my interests and purpose would grow in time. It was around then that I began to pick up writing again.
That winter was long and it was a good thing Cash had us off on what turned out to be mini-vacations so we could rejuvenate and soak up some sun. Buenos Aires was divine—like the Paris of South America, so romantic. The people were so friendly there, like family. We enjoyed our stay but didn’t find it necessary to buy the place we looked at, even though it was a slice of heaven.
Costa Rica was a dream and I adored the place we looked at in Playa Flamingo. I also adored having coconuts cut for me and all the fresh fruit was just what I needed, that and the sunny shore.
We all decided right off it was a perfect place to retreat to, and this became our first home purchase on our own.
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