She felt the blood jump to her face again as she stared at her hands in her lap. “Not exactly.”

“You all right? Everything okay?”

She nodded her head and didn’t resist when Grover gently took her chin in his large hand and made her look up at him.

He arched an eyebrow at her. “I’m not gonna have to run those two boys through my woodchipper now, am I?”

She shook her head. “No, Grover, please.” She couldn’t help but smile. “It’s okay.”

A slow smile of his own took over. “Ahh. Now I see what’choo all embarrassed about, little girl.” He lowered his bulk into the chair next to her desk and leaned in. “It was all consensual?”

“Grover!”

“Answer me.”

“Yes!”

“They do right by you?”

“Define that.”

He rolled his eyes. “You okay with what happened, or are they gonna go streaking out of here to some other port of call?”

For such an enlightened man, in some ways, Grover was rather old fashioned. “A shotgun wedding won’t be necessary, Dad,” she snarked. “But I feel really good for the first time in a long time. Be nice to them. Please?”

He smiled and patted her knee. “Honey, any man or men who can put a smile like that on your face, I’ll be plenty nice to them.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead before returning to the kitchen.


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The men wouldn’t let her cook dinner that night. They made her relax and put her feet up while they whipped together a quick and hearty meal that they ate spread out on Libbie’s sofa while watching TV.

The late night, combined with their nocturnal aerobics in bed the night before, had worn her down. “I think I want to take the TV party into the bedroom.”

“You want company?” Ken asked.

“Of course.”

“Both of us?” Charles confirmed.

She kissed Charles, then Ken. “Yes, both of you. You two don’t need an engraved invitation to crawl between my sheets. I think we’re well past that stage, don’t you?”

The men sent her to bed while they cleaned up the kitchen. When they joined her, they found her lying naked under the blanket.

The men stripped and joined her. “You know,” Ken warned, “we come in and see you like that, you’re inviting trouble.”

“Yep,” Charles said. “It’s like asking us to ravish you.”

“Who’s arguing?” she asked.

Ken gently laced his fingers through hers. “How are you feeling, though? Really.”

“I’m okay. I don’t think I’m up for a full repeat of last night, but I saved you guys a little energy.”

Charles stretched out on his side. His cock, growing stiffer, pressed against the seam of her ass. “How much energy?” He nibbled on her shoulder.

“Maybe not raunchy-book-sex energetic. Something a little closer to the milder scale.”

Ken sucked her index finger into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, setting off a flurry of activity in her pussy. “We can do 138 Tymber Dalton

milder,” he said when he released her finger from the wet heat of his mouth.

They rolled her onto her back. Charles deftly turned around and buried his face between her legs. When she moaned, Ken lightly nipped and sucked on her lower lip. “Does that feel good, baby?”

“Uh-huh!” She didn’t know how Charles did it, but he managed to short-circuit the portions of her brain that controlled coherent speech and allowed her to speak in intelligible sentences. His tongue circled her clit, flicking at it a few times before sucking it between his lips and starting the pattern over again.

It nearly drove her crazy with need. Her pussy ached, pulsing with each draw of his mouth.

“Is that good? How does it feel having him making that sweet clit all swollen and tingly?” Ken whispered in her ear. His hand lazily moved from one breast to another, back and forth, teasing and tormenting her nipples and adding fire to her already soaked pussy.

“Uh-huh!”

He chuckled. “I think she’s ready for some relief,” he said to Charles.

Charles buried his face even deeper between her legs and redoubled his efforts, his tongue and lips moving faster until he slipped two fingers into her wet cunt and started finger-fucking her.

That sent her over the edge.

She moaned, her back arching as her orgasm swept through her.

With her eyes closed she rode the wave at the mercy of Charles until he was ready to let her stop.

When he finally lifted his face from between her legs, he sat up.

Ken got up, and when he returned to her side, she realized he’d fetched condoms from where she’d stashed the remainders in the bedside table with her toys. He handed one to Charles and kept the other, showing it to her. “You have no idea what you do to us, do you, baby?”

Charles quickly had his rolled onto his cock. The hot, engorged It’s a Sweet Life 139

head pressed against her labia. “She makes me lose my mind is what she does.”

She moaned again as he slowly seated himself inside her pussy.

Ken leaned in and sucked one nipple into his mouth while he played with the other with his hand.

Charles took long, slow strokes inside her, his blue eyes piercing through her. “Do you think you can come for me like this, baby?”

She wanted to. Lord how she wanted to. His attentions had left her clit hot and swollen and still throbbing. He fell still, stopping with his cock buried deep inside her. He licked his finger and started stroking her clit with it.

She felt her muscles clench around his cock. Both men were large, bigger than some of her toys but not monstrously so. It felt so good having a warm, pulsing cock inside her instead of a plastic toy.

Libbie’s eyes met his. If he just…doesn’t…stop…

Another orgasm hit her, not quite as strong as the first. When he felt her coming, he started fucking her again, harder, faster, rubbing against her clit with every stroke. It drew out the ripples of pleasure bursting from her core as his cock pounded her until Charles finally came.

She held on to his arms as he caught his breath, watching the way his chest moved, the sculpted muscles across his torso.

She loved everything about him. About them.

Realizing the L-word had just crossed her mind again, she quickly struck it from her thoughts.

Nope. Won’t go there.

If she didn’t admit it, she didn’t feel it.

When Charles carefully withdrew, Ken moved to take his place while Charles headed for the bathroom. Ken sheathed his cock in a condom and quickly filled her cunt with it, slowly stroking inside her.

Charles returned from the bathroom and stretched out next to her with her head cradled in the crook of his arm.

“How do you want it, baby?” Ken softly asked, looking down at 140 Tymber Dalton

her. “Do you want one more, or are you worn out?”

She stroked his arms. “I want to watch you come.”

She loved his smile. Their smiles. Damn, they were so much alike.

He leaned forward and kissed her as he slowly made love to her. He took his time, and she felt the tension building in his body as he tried to hold back.

Libbie hooked her legs around his and met him stroke for stroke, their rhythm timed perfectly. He leaned in and kissed her as he picked up speed, until she felt his entire body stiffen when his cock grew and swelled inside her.

He let out one last moan before falling still. Then he rested his forehead against her chest as she wrapped her arms around him.

She snuggled securely between them with a happy sigh. Can life get any sweeter?


The men were good to their word. While they didn’t rudely invite themselves, she did ask them into her bed every night.

And every morning, the wake-up was fabulous.

The first weekend after their Halloween night tryst, Libbie barely made it out of bed Sunday or Monday. The men hadn’t exaggerated when they said they were going to keep her well fucked and well orgasmed.

She idly wondered if someone could die from too much pleasure before she decided she didn’t want to know, even if they could.

I’d die happy, at least.

After a couple of weeks, the men relented in their morning accosting of her. She’d felt guilty that plenty of mornings they took the time to get her off at least once, yet didn’t let her give them pleasure in return.

It wasn’t uncommon for Ken to go back to sleep after Charles and Libbie got up to get a shower following their morning romps. She It’s a Sweet Life 141

started getting down into the bakery a little later every morning, but with Charles there to help out, it didn’t slow them down too much.

Unlike most autumns, time seemed to streak past, her pain and symptoms no longer the barometer of her life. During the times when her pain reached the point she had to retreat to bed earlier than usual at night, she had one or both of the men there beside her, even if only cuddling with her and watching TV.

One Tuesday evening, after a brutal cold snap had set in during the day and dropped the temperature twenty degrees between lunchtime and dark, she was curled in bed with Galileo and Ken, watching TV and dozing. Charles had left two hours before the bakery closed to go run a few errands for himself. When Charles left, Ken had come down to the bakery to pitch in and help close down for the day, even though she really didn’t need him there.

Ken was perusing her Kindle, making cute little clucking and hmmm noises when a particular passage gave him ideas. “You’re sooo in trouble when you’re feeling better,” he teased when he finished reading one section. “I just saw something I want to try.”