The Gift Exchange


    Before my wedding, working with my husband and father-inw was a nonissue. Since returning from our honeymoon, however, seeing them around the office has posed a challenge.


    I’ve turned from a sharp, nicely dressed, polite working woman to a horny, perverted, mess. Internally only, of course, but still.


    Sex and sex acts with Sutt and Geo are pretty much the only thing I can think about.


    On myst staging project, I positioned a chair in the corner of the master suite, facing the bed. Roberta pointed out that the home is a two-bedroom in Pacific Heights, and extra furniture in such a small space didn’t make sense. And in my head, when I drug the chair out of the room and watched Arnaud load it back into the truck, I felt sad for Sutton.


    My brain is warped.


    I can’t stop envisioning the three of us together everywhere.


    Andst night, Geo finally moved in. Sure, it was two suitcases and a small bag, and he still owns his home, and nothing is permanent or forever. But he’s here. For now. And that’s what matters.


    Despite the fact we all work at Mercer Properties together, we took two separate cars to the office this morning, with Sutt and his dad sharing one, and me taking my own. I had to stop by my furniture builder’s studio, as he’s working on a custom piece for one of Roberta’s highest end listings.


    While there, with Sutt and Geo on my mind, I check on the new piece, for us. I’d managed to make some phone calls at my spa day in Bora Bora, one of those being to my designer. Today, I’m seeing my designs brought to life, just dayster. After approving the design, I verify that it will be delivered to our ce before we get home.


    My surprise to my guys.


    “Hello?” I answer my phone with the touch of a button on the screen in my vehicle, returning both hands to the steering wheel as I parallel park in front of our building.


    “Hey, are you runningte?” Sutton asks, his voice gentle and deep, two of my favorite ways his voice can be. So sexy.


    Shifting into park, I snatch my purse from the passenger seat, switching the call to my phone, and check my side mirrors before throwing my door open in downtown San Francisco traffic. My heels click against the broken asphalt and in the distance, a car horn sounds, and man shouts an inaudible grievance. I lift my hand, waving at Sutton, standing in the doorframe of the lobby. “I’m here, I’m waving.”


    His eyes find me, and a sexy look of desire overtakes his handsome features, darkening his eyes. He shoves his phone into his pocket and collects my body in his arms with so much ease that I p at his shoulders and giggle, pressing a kiss on his neck, beneath his cor.


    He lowers me. “Wait until you see this.”


    Taking the old elevator up, we arrive at the penthouse of the building. When the doors open, Geo is there, smiling, arm extended. “Ready for the tour?” he asks, and I nod, letting Geo and Sutt guide me around the small but gorgeous space, located in a building that Mercer has been dying to be in for years, but never had the chance—ording to Geo.


    Once I’ve seen every square foot and built a basic staging n in my mind, Sutton tells me the good news. “Dad got us the listing,” he says, earning a wink from Geo. “But I found someone who wants it. We still have to do the full staging for our website and for the client, but they are very interested.” His smile tells me things he hasn’t. Wide and pleased, I think I know why this means so much. It’s not just the building.


    “How will this one rank among the other sales?” I ask, cutting my gaze between the two of them. Geo and Sutt are top agents, and so are the others at Mercer. They are goal-oriented, and in the real estate business, that means they want the best listings and to sell them for the highest prices. That’s what matters in big city real estate—turning the best listings into unbelievable profit.


    “This will be our highest list price sale, if the client goes through with the purchase,” Sutton says, earning a wide grin from Geo, who ps his son on the bicep.


    “I can’t believe you talked a buyer into that price point,” he says, watching Sutton with both pride and adoration, the same way I look at Sutt.


    Sutton shrugs. “Let’s not count our chickens before they hatch.”


    “I agree,” Geo says, “but I do think a nice, pre-celebratory steak is in order. Simply for locking down the listing. We’ll celebrate for real if you sell it.”


    I pluck a piece of lint off of Sutt’s shoulder. “When you sell it,” I correct.


    Geo’s smile is sly, and he wags a finger at me. “That’s right. When, not if.”


    “Fine, a steak then a nightcap at home?” Sutton proposes, looking between Geo and myself. My insides re with heat, squeezing and pulsing at the possibility of what a nightcap could entail.


    I’m itching to make love to Sutton like I always am, but I’m also dying for some fun exploration with G, too. We tried so many new things on the honeymoon and there’s so much more I want to explore, with both of them, in their own ways. As much as I want to say screw it to the steak, I peer at my phone and see the delivery being made, and know we need to stay gone a bit longer anyway.


    “Sounds good to me,” Geo says, then they look my way, waiting for final approval. I nod and tune out their work talk on the drive to the restaurant, instead writing a list of naughty to-dos in my mind forter.<hr>


    At the restaurant, Geo slips the ma?tre d’ a few folded bills, and he escorts us to a private table in their private back room. Geo pulls my chair out for me, and Sutt drapes my napkin over my legs. They talk shop and I let them, so drunk off both of them that I sit quietly with ease, sipping my wine, watching the two most important men in my life get along, and get along well.


    When our food arrives, Sutton cuts my steak and Geo uses the table’s pitcher to top off my water. He shares his uncut horseradish, and Sutt makes sure they box up my leftovers when we’re done. Together, whether they know it or not, they take care of me, and it’s on the drive back to our house that I realize—I want this forever.


    Sutton keeps his hand on my lower back as we walk up the back entrance to the house, Geo using the key Sutton gave him today to open the door. We head inside, and find ourselves at the kitchen ind, a bottle of whiskey in Sutt’s hand, three sses pinched in Geo’s. They loosen their ties in tandem, and my ovaries catch fire from so much eroticism.


    “Pleasee to our room tonight,” I spit out, hands braced against the marble, absolutely interrupting their conversation about interest rates.


    Geo, a bit taken back, nces at his son before leveling his eyes on me. “Got a hankering?” he asks, his tone teasing and raspy, the rightbination to leave me explosive between my legs.


    I nod. “I want to use the rest of the things we bought together in Bora Bora.”


    Sutton sips his whiskey while scrolling through his phone. “Avery, did you turn off the security cameras this afternoon?” His dark brows stay rumbled together as he swipes through security footage, trying to solve why all of the eastward facing cameras were off for thest two hours, but on now.


    “I did.” This answer earns me two hunky and inquisitive nces from both of them. “I had a delivery. And I wanted it to be a surprise.”


    Geo shrugs out of his suit jacket and hangs it on a barstool, and Sutt does the same. I stare at the two suit coats on the backs of barstools, then up at my guys.


    My guys.


    Sutton is my husband, and he’s the most true and loyal man I’ve met.


    But Geo, can I really say Geo is my guy?


    He came in clutch, did a solid for us on our wedding night, talked us out of making an emotional decision. Then he offered himself up as a sexual solution and emotional bridge for us, to keep Sutton and I together during times we feel distant.


    Tonight’s surprise is bold and assertive, two things I am normally not. Hell, those traits belong to Geo, not me. But I think sometimes in life to reach your goals, to grab your dreams, to hold your prized possession in your hands–whatever that may be, you have to do a big thing.


    Today, I did a big thing.


    I just hope it pays off.<fnb3a3> The rightful source is find·novel</fnb3a3>


    Sutton moves around the kitchen ind until he’s at my side, pushing my hair over my shoulder so he can gain ess to my throat. He kisses me, lowering his empty whiskey ss to the counter while looping an arm around my waist.


    “A surprise? For us?” he asks, dragging his soft lips against the warmest spots on my throat, as Geo’s storming eyesy focused on me.


    “Where is it?” Geo asks.


    “What is it?” Sutton inquiries.


    I slip out of his arms, and outstretch a hand to each of them. There is no hesitation, grumbles or groans—Geo crosses the kitchen and takes my hand, pressing a soft kiss to my palm, while Sutton takes the other, kissing my jaw and chin.


    Their off-beat steps behind me make my pulse skip as we tread gently upstairs,ing to stop in the wide hallway between two doors.


    Geo’s door and ours.


    Both are closed.


    I shake free of their hands and step back, nervously twisting my hands together behind my back. “I know that you’ve only spent one night here, and that we didn’t discuss anything with any permanence, and I also know that those discussions have to take ce down the road, but–”


    Geoughs, causing my words to fall off a cliff. I brace my hands on my hips. “Hey, why are youughing?”


    I look over at my husband who is also smirking. “Your preamble is a dead giveaway that you’re nervous about this gift,” Sutt says.


    Geo nods. “That.”


    I roll my lips together. “I had a bed made. I called from the honeymoon when the idea hit. When I said I went to the warehouse today I was actually at the workshop.” I raise my brows yfully.


    They don’t say anything, and Sutton nces at the door.


    Despite my nerves rising up, I soldier on. “I thought maybe you were hesitant toe here, because staying across the hall from us is no better than me asking you to drive here some nights. I was thinking I’d found a solution to making me feel less cheap, but my solution didn’t factor in how it would make you feel.”


    Sutton reaches for the door handle to our room but I p his hand away, earning a chuckle from his dad. “Not yet,” I tell him, straightening my pencil skirt, then smoothing my hands over the chenille sleeveless blouse I paired it with. “Now, I want to talk about this item, and what it means, and I want everyone to be open and honest. Promise?”


    Geo’s lips twist. “Pinky swear.”


    Sutton nods his head, dragging a strong hand down his face. “Promise.”


    I open the door and they move into the room, and Ie to join them, all three of us standing at the foot of our brand new bed.


    “It’s huge,” Sutton says.


    “You two are huge,” I counter, stepping away from them to flop across the center. “Thankfully Arnaud knows a custom mattress maker. The bedframe was no problem, but getting a custom mattress and box spring was apparently quite tricky.”


    Sutton nods, ying with the stubble along his jaw. “They managed, I see.”


    “I used the great motivator.”


    Their heads whip to mine, two sets of stern eyeballs narrowed on me. “What does that mean?” Geo asks, his tone suddenly sharp.


    I roll my eyes at both of them. “Money.”


    Their collective sigh makes meugh, and I spread my hands over the bed, covered in arge, off-white quilt, also custom made. “I want you to know that if you want to sleep in here on nights we’re together,” I cast my eyes to Sutton, because we discussed this that night in the hotel. We didn’t, however, discuss when we’d move to this step. Again, I’m leaping.


    “And on nights that we’re not, you’re wee here, and there’s not just room, but a ce of your own. I won’t sleep on your side. Sutt will stay on his, opposite of yours of course. But if you want to join, you now have a ce, because you belong, and I want you to feel like you belong.”


    Geo’s face is unreadable, so I instead try to read Sutton’s face, watching his dad. Still, nothing.


    Silently, Geo leaves the room and returns with a small bag, the sight of it giving me a thrill. It’s the bag from the store in Bora Bora, with the rest of our unused toys. He starts to unbutton his shirt, and I look between them, unsure of where we stand.


    “Geo, how–”


    With his hands on his belt, his shirt in a wad on the floor, he pauses, looking up at me with a strand of silvering hair draped over his eyes. “You’re very thoughtful, Avery. And I can’t say that I’m going to sleep in here with the both of you often, but knowing that I was on your mind and in your heart enough to drive this choice, to make things feel better for me, is the gift. Not the bed. Not the mattress. The gesture, that’s the gift. You’re the gift.” Hees to the edge of the bed and I scoot toward it, but Sutton takes my hands and gives me a gentle pull. I end up on my bare feet between them.


    I face my husband.


    “You’re the most thoughtful, beautiful woman I know, and I feel lucky to call you my wife,” he says before dusting his lips against mine.


    “Kiss up,” Geo murmurs, causing Sutton tough, and then, we’re allughing. When theughter dies, I ce my hand on Geo’s forearm. “You’re getting undressed.”


    He nods. “You gave us this gift, so now it’s our turn.” He looks at Sutton. “I’m going to give your wife a gift now, in return. With your permission, of course.”


    Sutton looks between us, then slowly treads to the corner, next to the bed, and takes a seat in the chair. “She’s all yours.”<hr>


    “Are you ready?” Geo asks, strewn across the center of the bed, nothing but a small hand towel keeping his cock private.


    I nod my head, and nce over to Sutton, still sitting in his chair. Reaching, we join hands and squeeze, a temporary hold, one meant to bond and connect before. He winks when he releases me, then settles back into his chair, chin to chest. “My eyes are on you, baby.”


    I smile, then look down at the man beneath me. His strong hands grip the covers, and his chest hair has been made wild by my hands. I’ve been rubbing and massaging him, working him up to this.


    It’s a first for us both.


    I look at my husband. “When you’d fall asleep early, sometimes I’d watch videos of this on my phone, and wonder what it felt like to have control, to be the person doing this to someone, how that might feel. Then taking it out, how it feels to be the person giving that relief and in turn, that pleasure? I’ve always wondered.”


    “After tonight, you won’t have to wonder. You’ll know,” he says, continually keeping me in awe of how epting he is of all of this. For a brief moment, something like regret shes through his features. I know that Sutt feels bad that he never pulled these truths from me before, but we both have ownership in that. And anyway, with a sexy, silver-haired solution syed out before me, I have very little reason to hold a grudge. If anything, I feel indebted to these men.


    Geo reaches up, wrapping hisrge, weathered hand around my bicep. “I trust you,” he says, his eyes glistening with something unreadable. Pride? Arousal? I don’t know, but staring into these eyes reminds me of staring into Sutton’s, for so many scary reasons.


    “I read about this a lot online after we bought it,” I tell him, and I don’t know if even Geo is aware which toy I’ve selected tonight.


    “I’m clenching my ass,” he deadpans, teasing.


    I smile. “Unclench. It’s not a plug and I’m not pegging you.”


    His body visibly rxes against our mattress. “I don’t know if I’m relieved or disappointed.”


    From his chair, Suttonughs. I wink his way, then refocus on Geo. From next to me, I find my toy and lift it up, showing him. Geo’s eyes hover on the ss rod for a long few seconds before returning back to mine.


    “I’ve never…” he trails off, but I already know. He told me. And that tells me that he’s either nervous, excited, or both.


    “What is that?” Sutton asks, the feet of his chair making a high pitch noise against the hardwood as he moves, positioning it to face me. The way he’s sitting, he can’t see Geo’s face or his groin, and is instead focused solely on me, my face, my expressions, my enjoyment.


    My chest warms that the two men in this room with me are here strictly for me, because of me, to please me. I’m overwhelmed with gratitude but as I learned one night in Bora Bora when I started to thank them during sex, emotional gratitude is not meant for the bedroom pre-orgasm.


    I shelve my feelings, and fill my palm with lube, dragging the rod through the lube, fully coating it the same way Geo lubed the plug for my ass. “See?” I show him, lubing the rod. “I’m learning things from you already.”


    Geo and Sutton both face me, and I look between them,ing to focus solely on the man who is about to have a long ss rod inserted into his penis.


    With one hand, I knock away the privacy towel now that Sutt is properly seated, and wrap my palm around Geo’s cock. “Ohh,” he groans, his voice rocky and raspy. I love the way his voice changes, dipping into something smoky and needful when I’m touching and pleasing him.


    Once he’s fully hard, which does not take long, I align the rod with the wide, hungry slit on his cock, and cast my eyes on him.


    “I’m going to go slow, and you let me know if you need me to stop.”


    Geo nods his head against the pillow, his grip on the bedcovers intensifying.


    “Do you want to know my n?” I ask, just as Sutt reaches out, squeezing my barefoot. Facing them, my legs outstretched, draped over Geo’s, I wonder what we’d look like to someone who walked in on us. I used to be a person that cared what other people thought, but that was before I learned that caring what other people think is stupid and a total waste.


    We look like three consenting adults having fun, our way.


    If people can order a burger at In-N-Out with no bun, extra sauce and tons of patties, I can sound my father-inw and cuck my vani husband. To each their own, and stuff.


    He shakes his head. I like that response, because I don’t truly know what the n is. Not yet. I think I’ll just— “ooohhh,” he groans as I slide the first inch inside of him, using my pointer finger and thumb to keep him steady and pulled open.


    “Sounds like a good oh,” Sutt adds, giving my foot a squeeze of approval.


    “Is that a good oh?” I ask Geo, whose eyes are pinned on his cock in my hand, and the rod in the other. Sweat beads on his hairline, and the muscles in his belly and chest are tightly flexed, indicating the way he holds his body at a slight strain. “Rx,” I add softly just as he nods.


    His body settles into the mattress some, color returning to his fingertips where he was previously gripping the covers so hard the blood had drained away.


    “Focus on me,” I tell him, sliding the rod down another two inches. His eyes stay on mine this time, and his breathing grows silent, more intense. His nostrils re and my insides grow hot and achy.


    “It feels good. A lot of pressure, but good,” he rasps, sweat sliding down his cheek, disappearing into his beard. With the hand holding the rod, I slide it down to hold his shaft, leaving the rod unattended. My free hand slides to his balls, cupping them. My stomach clenches at how hot they are, how heavy they are, and the way he groans to high heaven when I drag my nails over them.


    I move my hands back to his cock and the rod, and give him another inch, ready to stick it all the way in when a sharp gaspes from him.


    “Are you okay?’ I ask, my eyes moving between a grimacing, erect Geo and a flushed, patient Sutton.


    Geo nods. “I just need a minute for the rest.”


    I stroke his thighs and knead his balls while Sutton rubs my feet, pressing kisses to the arch. His dark eyes find mine in the low light of therge room. “Put it in him. He can take it. He’ll make it fit.”


    I smile at Sutt and look at Geo, whose lips twitch as he tries desperately to control his writhing body on the bed. I move the rod up, freeing a few inches while I stroke him, the room filled with nothing but his feral, wall-shaking moans.


    “Oh Jesus, Avery.”


    “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”


    “My god, sweetheart.”


    He struggles and fights, and all the while, I stroke him, moving the rod deeper inside of him before pulling it out and starting all over again. A few minutester Geo shakes his head, lifts it off the pillow then ms it back down again, letting out a long howl.


    “I can’t hold back much longer, honey,” he admits. I wrap my palms around his cock like a steel pipe and start to twist in opposing directions, the handjob finisher adored by partners across the globe. But it only takes a moment before Geo grips his chest, the salt and pepper hair sticking out between his fingers. The sight of him struggling not to orgasm while his thick, veiny cock is all mine, hard as hell and in my hands–it makes me wild for him.


    “May Ie now, Avery? Please?” I’ve never heard Geo Mercer beg, but I love that when he does, it’s for me.


    Sutt is still gently stroking the bottom of my foot as his eyes hover over mine, endearing and bright. From his chair, Sutton says, “Finish him.”


    My hands resume their journey up and down Geo’s erection, the looped end of the sounding rod the only visible part. From a nce, Geo almost looks like he’s pierced with a ring through his cockhead or something.


    The idea of Geo with a cock piercing makes me wet, and just as I’m about to ask him if he’d ever get pierced, he groans. “Avery, I’ming,” he manages, his voice hoarse before dropping off entirely, the orgasm proving too intense to talk through.


    His thighs jerk and his abs tighten, the lines of strain in his throat growing powerful and intense. “Oh god,” he moans, eyes rolling into his head as he orgasms, my hands moving up and down his shaft, and over his full balls. “I’ming,” he groans again, panting, at one point reaching down to touch himself but stopping.


    A momentter when his orgasm has subsided, Geo opens his eyes. Confusion colors his features and that’s when I loop my finger around the end of the rod, and begin to slowly tug.


    Geo groans, pping at the mattress as I slowly remove the toy from his urethra. There’s resistance on the end as I tug it, and because I don’t want to hurt him, I make sure he’s stillfortable. “Are you okay? It’s getting a little tough to tug, but I’m almost there. I just want to make sure you’re still feeling okay?”


    His littleugh makes me smile. “You heard my son. Finish me.” He winks and I tug thest inch of sounding rod from his urethra, which unleashes Geo’s cum.


    “Oh my god,” I squeal, dropping the rod on theforter.


    Geo lets out a long awaited, much needed sigh of relief. “God that felt good.”


    I grab the towel and use it to soak up the puddle on his belly and chest. “How did you like the rod?”


    He sits up on his elbows, and looks down at the rod lying idle and innocent next to us. “It made everything much more intense.” His silvering eyese to mine. “And I think you’d like it.”


    I drop a hand between my legs. “I think I’d like anything right now,” I admit, a heated flush creeping up my neck and cheeks. “That was so hot.”


    Wearing only a satin robe tied tightly at my waist, Sutton reaches out and tugs the end of the robe. It immediately falls open, revealing my bare body to the both of them. “Look at you,” he murmurs before quietly adding, “look at her.”


    “I know,” Geo says, dragging the sheet over his naked groin, moving to his designated side of the bed. Sutton gets to his feet and moves around the room,ing to his side of the bed. He shuts off the dimmed lights and lets his robe drop to the floor before getting in bed, surprising me, and maybe Geo, too.


    Elbow bent, hand under his head, bicep flexed, my husband looks so handsome in our new bed, waiting for me. My eyes move a few feet over to Geo, who is also watching me. I look between them. “Who wants me?”


    They both raise their hands.


    I lick my lips. “I wanna ride both of you. Pass me back and forth?” I can’t even believe it’s me, Avery Bet Mercer, asking to be bounced on Sutton’s dick, then Geo’s. Who am I even?


    A woman who is finally getting her sexual needs met and her appetite fed.


    “Sutt, if it’s too much–”


    He shakes his head. “It’s not. And I’d like to change one rule.”


    I lick my lips. “What?”


    Sutton clears his throat, adjusting the already perfect covers folded over his groin. “I don’t mind if he finishes inside of you. I mean, we’re trying, yes, but, I don’t know. I guess… I’m not sure we’d know the difference in our DNA anyway.”


    My eyes cut to Geo’s, who glisten with emotion, even in the low light. “Okay,” I say to them, before dropping my robe and crawling over my husband. He grabs my hips and flips me around, then slides into my cunt in the first stroke. “You can ride him, but when it’s my turn with you on this side of the bed, I’m on top and I’m in charge.”


    I nod my head, goosebumps breaking out along my arms and chest. I love the dominant and possessive side of him as much as I love the sharing side of him. “Okay.”


    Sutton nips at my ear and sucks my breast into his mouth as he makes love to me, fucking me in long, deep strokes that leave me nearly boneless beneath him. As my orgasm crests, he pulls out, kisses my lips and whispers, “make him feel good, Avery.”


    I nod my head, my brain fuzzy from the sheer eroticism of this moment. I crawl onto Geo and straddle him, my eyes rolling back as I sink down on his cock. Geo’srge hands syed across and keeping my ass pulled apart as I bounce on his cock is the hottest feeling in the world. But so are his eyes on me, and his willingness to please me. He watches me ride, and neither of us say a word, we just keep our gazes locked.


    My tits bounce, sweat slides down my spine, and right as my orgasm crests, Sutton reaches out and steals my hand from my breast, and brings it to his lips. “My turn.”


    Then I’m under Sutton, his cock impaling me, his hips moving in ragged, uncharacteristically sloppy strokes. He licks his thumb and drops it to my clit, moving it in small circles, making it bloom. I’ve been edging myself since I saw the bed earlier in the warehouse, and now, with my husband doing all the right things, I don’t know if I can hold back.


    “Sutt,” I moan, “I’m gonnae.”


    He nods his head, dark hair damp with sweat as he bends to kiss me. “Come with me Avery,” he moans, thrusting, fucking, filling. My legs are spread impossibly wide when the urge overwhelms me, and my cunt spasms all around him, milking him, dragging him over the explosive edge with me.


    “Baby, oh my god,” he croons, more verbal than he’s ever been. But before I can soak in this version of Sutt, he’s climbing off of me, and ordering me to his dad. “Go on, baby, you’re not done.”


    With Sutton’s cum dripping down my thigh, I climb onto Geo, his fingers sinking into my hips now with ease. “Oh, fuck,” he groans as I position myself on his length. “I feel that,” he tells me quietly, maybe even quiet enough that Sutton can’t hear. “I feel how good you make him feel.”


    I bite into my bottom lip. “I want more.”


    His grin is slow but sexy. He says nothing, but holds my hips before thrusting his. I moan his name, I moan Sutton’s name, and in a matter of minutes, Geo is groaning through his second orgasm and me through mine.


    Cum sshes up my thighs and leaks onto our bed when I finally have the energy to crawl off, but after Sutton has cleaned me up in the bathroom, Geo’s already has the protective bedding removed. Quietly, the three of us get dressed and Geo suggests ate movie in bed.


    We fall asleep easily, but when I wake in the morning to the sound of my rm, I realize at some point, Geo went to his room and slept in his bed.