Page 2 of Twice the Love

“Maybe if you just talk to me while I unpack? Tell me about this area and your neighbors. Where do I go to shop, and that sort of thing?”

The men carried in her luggage and sat on the bed as she unpacked. Cherry noticed their English became a lot smoother and less stilted as they talked, and she realized th

at they’d been as nervous about meeting her as she was about meeting them. Now they sounded just as they had in their many online and Skype conversations. Cherry recalled when she first realized she no longer had any reason to stay in America. If she was ever going to live out her dreams, now was the time to start.

“Mr. Wang is an elderly widower. He doesn’t speak English and his unmarried son was killed in the War of Liberation just before it ended in 1950. That was such a tragedy for him,” Harry said soberly.

“Mr. Zheng is single, in his forties. He speaks business English. He travels to Shanghai frequently with his company.”

“We’ll take you to the shops and introduce you to the shopkeepers tomorrow morning. Our houses are three rooms, as that is the government standard. Originally a mother and father would build a house and plant two pomegranate trees by the door to ensure fertility. As each son married he would build his house in the courtyard too, until the land was fully used, or they needed to move away somewhere else. But since the one-child policy was introduced in 1979 many houses have become vacant, so people can move from apartments into houses, as we’ve done,” said Harry.

“Since both Lee and I are only part Chinese, neither of us comes from a traditional family property. Our parents lived in apartments and so did we until we bought this house.”

“And that’s why I’m here,” said Cherry softly. “Because of the one-child policy, which has led to female infanticide, and abortions of females, and China’s gender imbalance. One hundred million missing girls in China.”

“We are some of the ‘bare branches’––the one in six Chinese men with no partner. And homosexuality was a crime here until 1997, and it was officially considered a mental illness until 2001. Since we are bisexual and enjoy women as well as each other, we wished to become a triad.”

“And you have come to make that possible. We are most grateful,” added Lee, returning to his stilted English, and bowing to her again.

“I, too, am grateful. I’m here willingly. I have nothing to keep me in America. As you both know my parents separated when I was a child and neither of them ever really wanted me, so I’ve been on my own for many years. In a few months I’ll turn thirty. It’s time for me to settle down, and arranged marriages have been successful for millennia. There’s no reason why this relationship between us shouldn’t work. No one need ever know you made the second bedroom into a bathroom and larger main bedroom. No one need know you have a relationship with each other as well as with me. I won’t share our personal matters with anyone.”

She continued. “I’ve always wanted to travel and live overseas, to really see another land, and not just be a tourist tripping through, here one day and gone the next. To live within the culture, and truly get to know both the people, and the place. I’m so pleased we met on that message board. I do think our life goals mesh and that we can make this relationship work.”

“And you don’t mind having us both together?” asked Lee in a diffident tone.

“No, not at all. You may have to teach me how to please you both, but I think likely it’s every woman’s dream to have two men making love to her. I’m ready to start my new life.”

“Is tonight too soon?” asked Harry with a catch in his voice.

“I think I’d like that. But I’d better shower first.”

“We will all shower first,” said Lee, bending down to take off his shoes.

Chapter Two

The enlarged bathroom allowed the shower to be surprisingly spacious for such a small house, and the three of them fit inside it quite comfortably. Cherry felt a little embarrassed to be standing naked with two men she’d only met a few hours before, but they’d been emailing each other for over six months, so in another way she felt she knew them quite well.

Lee indicated that Cherry was to stand in the center of the shower and then he and Harry filled their palms with shower gel and began to wash her.

Lee kneeled on the floor and picked up her foot, gently soaping over her arch, her instep and then each toe separately. Next he ran a soapy hand up her calf, massaging the muscles as he went, and circled his hands around her knee.

Gently he rubbed and massaged behind the knee, and then began a slow exploration up her thigh.

Cherry couldn’t believe how erotic this felt and unconsciously opened her legs wider, taking a broader stance so Lee could rub the tender insides of her thighs and move his hand up closer to her pussy, which was already clenching and aching to be touched. Lee took advantage of her unconscious movements and washed her leg with both big, strong, hands circling her thigh, his fingers rubbing her hip, then down to where her thigh met her body.

Cherry gasped and thrust her pelvis up, wanting him to touch her there, but he didn’t. He finished soaping that leg then moved across to wash the other one, first filling his hands with shower gel again, and shaking drops of water out of his shaggy, straight black hair.

As Lee began on her other leg, Harry began washing her arm.

He started by washing her hand, carefully anointing each finger with a drop of shower gel and massaging it into the skin. Then he progressed up her forearm, spending a lot of time on her elbow and the tender skin on the inside of it.

By the time he got to her upper arm her breasts were aching and she was longing to have them touched, but just as Lee had done, he stayed on task and began again with the other hand.

Every one of Cherry’s nerve endings was on fire with need by the time the men finished with her arms and legs and began on her torso. Lee stood behind her and began to wash her shoulders and finally he pressed a light little kiss onto her neck.

“Mmm,” murmured Cherry, but then his hands dropped down a little to wash her back. Harry washed her sides and moved his hands creeping up slowly toward her breasts.

“Please, touch me. I want to come,” she said softly.

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