My fingers splayed across my mouth and my body shook. “Oh my God. Oh my God. Yes.” I squealed. He placed the ring on my finger, a diamond solitaire, and I jumped into his arms almost knocking him over.
“How did you know my ring size?”
“You sleep like the dead, Tiff. I measured it then.”
I pushed him with my hand that had a new diamond on it. “It’s a good thing you’re gorgeous.”
He pushed a piece of my hair back behind my ear. “There’s no rush on a wedding okay. Whenever you want. I know we have been only dating a few months.”
“Excuse me.”
We looked up, having forgotten that anyone else existed, to see the bartender standing beside us. “Sorry, but we saw the proposal and on behalf of the Brighton Condominium and Club we would like to offer you our heartfelt congratulations.”
We noticed there was a small crowd of people that stood around us and as we took the bottle of champagne, they gave us an ovation.
“I think we should take this back to the room, don’t you, Mrs. Bailey-to-be? That’s if you’re ready to have all your wildest desires met?”
I hesitated and sucked on the left side of my bottom lip.
“Tiffany. If you don’t want to do this you can say no. I’ll be happy to tell Henry to leave. If we start it and you’ve had enough, same thing. If we commit to this relationship, it’s going to be once every two weeks okay? At any point, you say the word and the arrangement is finished.”
I nodded. “Okay. Listen, I want you to know that I find Henry attractive obviously, but I don’t know him. I don’t love him. I love you.”
“Well, I’m comfortable enough with my manhood that you can like him a little bit.” Brandon laughed. “Now take my hand, fiancée, and let’s not keep the man waiting any longer or he’ll think we left.”
He led me to the elevator and we went back up to the apartment.
When we walked back through the door, H was back looking out of the window and he turned to stare at us when we came through.
Brandon nodded to him. “We’re ready.”
I blushed. How does this work? I felt so dirty saying I would fuck two men at once.
H spotted my nervousness. “Tiffany, Brandon and I discussed how we would do this if you agreed, so all you have to do is let yourself go fully. We will lead you through the first time.”
“Don’t forget, you can stop this at any time.” Brandon’s voice was full of concern.
“All you need to remember Tiffany is that ultimately we’re here to worship your body. This is all for you.” H whispered. I glanced from Brandon to H and it became clear to me. They were here to meet my deepest darkest desires and no one but these two knew about them. I felt the tension leave my shoulders. I undid my jacket and then my blouse and I threw them on the back of the couch. I took my shoes off my feet and shimmied out of my pants so I was left in a light pink sequined bra and matching lacy g-string.
“Let’s move it to the bedroom.” H’s voice was cultured and smooth.
My mouth dropped open when I walked in. Although he had yet to complete the sale, he had already changed the furniture. There was a huge King sized bed in the room. H went to stand by the window and Brandon walked up to me. He leaned in and kissed me, capturing my tongue with his own. He slid a strap of my bra down my arm, then the other and backed me onto the bed. Once I was lying back with Brandon at one side of me, he pulled down my bra to reveal my huge tits and sucked on them. Then he turned to H. “There’s plenty to share.”
H joined us and knelt at the other side of me on the bed, he swirled his tongue around my nipple. My tits were being sucked on by two men at once. I swore my pussy would sing if it could. The sensations were almost too much for me to bear and I moaned and gasped and begged for more. They removed my bra and panties and their eyes explored every inch of me.
I expected to be treated like a sex slave so I was surprised when instead I was almost worshipped by them. They traile
d fingers over my skin, caressed every part of me. H grazed his fingertips across my clit and I arched upwards. Brandon showed me two of his fingers and then pushed them inside me. They fingered and played with me. At one point H added a light tapping pressure to my bud and it tormented me to the edge of an orgasm. I cried out for release. H moved over and Brandon spread my legs apart, parted my folds and licked my pussy. H once again added his fingertips to my nub. They kept a steady rhythm until I surrendered my body to its crescendo and exploded all over their face and fingers. I opened my eyes and a thrill went through me as I saw two men both by my cunt.
“You’re too dressed.” I complained. “Take all your clothes off.”
They both smiled and walked to opposite ends of the room, where they stripped. Jesus Christ. Two huge cocks. I might need vaginoplasty after this.
“Shuffle to the end of the bed, Tiff,” Brandon said in a commanding voice.
I did as asked. The men stood to each side of me.
“Suck our cocks.” Brandon added.