Page 14 of Compelling Urges

Bodhi let out a whoop, and Ivy seemed to give a weird little shudder as she clamped her legs together. “Ohmygawd,” she whispered. “For real, I just had a mental orgasm just thinking about the possibilities.” She fanned her face and burst out laughing. “I always thought that a touch-free orgasm was just a unicorn or bullshit, but… um… wow. That was fun.” She immediately sobered, however, and leveled a no-nonsense look at Bodhi, saying, “You just better not ditch us again for no good reason. If you try that, it’s the end. There will be no third chance. Got it?”

“Got it,” he declared, raising his hand as if he were in court swearing to tell the truth and nothing but the truth. He placed his other hand over his heart.

∞∞∞

Not being able to resist temptation, they headed for the big bed in the master bedroom and got naked. Each of them thought they’d positively died and gone to heaven as they experienced new sensations that could only come from having an extra pair of hands, an extra mouth, two gorgeous, virile penises instead of one, and the most receptive, responsive woman they could imagine. They kept things light for now, however.

The first thing they tried—encouraged by Ivy—was that the two men needed to learn how to touch each other. They’d kissed, and there was Bodhi’s initial impromptu blowjob, but she thought they needed to master the art of foreplay a little before getting into the heavy stuff. “Feel each other,” she urged them. “Cooper, use your hands on Bodhi. Feel his skin, his muscles, and when you’re ready, touch his cock.”

So Cooper did just that, going perhaps a little more quickly than Ivy had expected. He lunged for Bodhi’s body as though starving for him and rubbed his face into Bodhi’s chest as he grabbed for the erection that stood so large and proud between them. Bodhi moaned with the feel of Cooper’s firm grip on his shaft and grabbed for Cooper the same way. Soon they moved in even closer, and both men’s hands grasped their cocks together as one. They let out matching moans while their dicks rubbed against each other as they massaged them.

“Oh, so good,” Bodhi sighed happily. He looked at Ivy for a second and realized she’d gotten so turned on she was energetically diddling her clit.

She gave him a sheepish grin and said, “This is a thousand times better than watching porn.”

He leaned over and dragged her to him with his free hand. He kissed Ivy for the first time in over a year.How odd, he mused,that this time I’m kissing her while playing with Cooper’s dick simultaneously.It made him feel like the luckiest man on earth. He still couldn’t believe it.

The men then wanted to “double team” Ivy, as they called it. So, while Cooper feasted on and played with her tits, Bodhi went down on her. She lay in a writhing mess, overcome with the sensation of mouths and fingers all over the most sensitive areas of her body. Everywhere, it seemed, there were teasing lips and nipping teeth, tongues, and caressing fingers. She was stroked, petted, probed, savored, and held. All of the sensations built and built to a crescendo of ecstasy.

As they collapsed in the bed, Ivy panted, “I’m having a little bit of an emotional overload here, guys. I think we need to slow down a while.” So, later that night when they went to bed, there was a lot of cuddling and kissing, but that’s as far as it went. No one wanted to do too much too quickly and spoil their fun.

Over the next several days, Bodhi spent more and more time in the master bedroom with them and gradually moved his stuff into the closet. It was a bit of a squeeze, and it was becoming a little difficult to locate their things. Finally, they all decided to shift their belongings around to make use of the closet space so that the stuff they wanted most was in the master bedroom and the rest was in what they’d mostly stopped calling “Bodhi’s room.”

One thing was certain to each of them. This new arrangement was going to be a lot of fun.

Chapter 13

The morning of their first full weekend together, there was more kissing and fondling, but still no one seemed to be in a big hurry to push the envelope. They were still navigating the emotional elements of a triad.

For the most part, things seemed to be going smoothly, but from time to time, Cooper worried that Ivy was becoming too hung up on Bodhi and was ignoring him. He had to bury that thinking, he told himself. It was counterproductive and probably was his imagination. But… Bodhi was just so charismatic…

Just give it time, became his mantra.She’s still wearing your ring. He couldn’t ignore his own feelings for Bodhi, either, and the hypocrisy of his thoughts wasn’t lost on him.

∞∞∞

Ivy’s stomach started growling, and the men laughingly decided she needed breakfast. As they were getting dressed, Bodhi suddenly remembered something.

“Oh hey, my new car is ready today, and I need to go pick it up from the dealer. Could one of you maybe give me a ride, or should I get an Uber?”

“I have some gallery work I need to do online, so why don’t you guys go?” Ivy suggested. “I’m sure you’re eager to get your wheels, and I might slow you down.”

So, after making a big mess in the kitchen and eating a monstrous meal, the two men took off. Ivy surveyed the disarray and told herself to just deal with it. Bodhi was normally the neat freak of the two guys, but he’d been so anxious to get going, they’d left in a rush of good-bye kisses and apologetic looks. Her online gallery work could wait a little, she reasoned, and she didn’t like messes—especially in the kitchen. So, she tied up her hair, decided to leave her current tank top on since it was already smudged with waffle batter, and got down to work. Even the floor needed mopping, thanks to a sticky spill of maple syrup.

At about the time she was done with all of the dishes and the cleaning—and she hadn’t heard from either of the guys yet—the doorbell rang. She set her mop in the bucket and peeled off her gloves. The bell rang a second time as she approached the door. Ivy vaguely thought that she must look like a sweaty mess and smell like cleaning products, so she hoped it was no one important. Especially since the bell was ringing a third time as she reached for the knob. Whoever it was certainly seemed impatient. Holding her bright orange rubber gloves in one hand, she opened the door with the other and stared.

On the front porch stood an incredibly beautiful woman. She was tall, elegant, and thin, giving her the appearance of a high fashion model. Her hair was silvery blonde, her expertly made-up eyes were huge and cornflower blue, and there was something about her that was so ethereal it made Ivy wonder if the woman were about to blow away in a gust of wind. She was flanked by designer luggage, and Ivy was aware suddenly of a car pulling away from the house. She stared at the woman in shock.

“Oh,” gasped the woman. “Uh…hasta la vista. IsSeñorBodhi Monaghan atla casanow?” she asked in the weirdest combination of inappropriate Spanish and English Ivy had ever heard. Ivy wondered if she spoke either language fluently.

She narrowed her eyes at the woman and answered, “No.”

With a cross look on her face, the blonde asked loudly, “Dónde está SeñorBodhi? He… uh…lives-o here-o in thiscasa, right?”

“Pardon me miss, but who are you and what do you want withSeñorBodhi?” Ivy added the “señor” just to be sarcastic. Unfortunately, this had the wrong effect on the visitor.

“Oh, well, I can understand why he might not have confided in the housekeeper, but I’m his wife. Bring these bags in so I can get settled.Por favor?I really need to get off my feet and relax a moment. Thank God you speak English. You never know this close to the border.”

Ivy felt her face burn and her knees knock. She didn’t even care that the woman mistook her for a maid because all she heard was the word “wife.” She thought she might faint dead away on the spot. Taking a step backward into the house, she stared dumbly at the blonde woman who seemed unaware of her surprise.

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