The Widows Harem

Chapter 15 - Discussions

Jocelyn

What did I want?

"I want to be protected emotionally and physically," I stated. There were some very deep wounds and secrets I carried. Those characteristics were very important to me. If, after I had done my part in helping them heal, maybe I could rely and trust them to help me on my journey to heal as well. "Also, I've been caught in a limbo for a while. I am rather lonely and am looking to find myself again. I want to be able to have fun, to enjoy life and to explore my sexuality and desires in a safe and judgment free zone."

"We promise to fulfill those needs and wants to the best of our abilities," Tristan promised, speaking for the group again.

"On the subject of s*x," I started. "Can there be intimate moments with one or two partners, or does it have to be all three? And later with all four when Ashland joins us?" I wanted to clarify this, especially since I knew the one-on-one talks that got deep and personal would get intimate real fast and lead to that need to be connected deeply with another individual. It would be hard to involve all of them all the time.

"There is no real expectations per-se. We understand it is important for one-on-one interactions to deepen trust and bonds," Victor spoke up this time. "There will be times when some or all of us are involved, while other times it will just be one-on-one."

"When it comes to play time in the bedroom, is there anything you know you do not like? What things have you tried that you know you like and what are some things you would like to try in the bedroom?" Riley prompted.

"I haven't really done anything that I didn't like," I started. "Though, to be fair, I haven't explored much in the bedroom. I know I am not a woman-on-woman kind of girl. And, I am not much into sharing. I am a bit of the jealous type, and I know that is something I have to personally work on. With that being said, I don't think it is fair for me to ask you all to be exclusive with me when you are all sharing me. So, if you want to have fun with another woman, all I ask is for open communication." Inside I was balking at the idea of having to share any of them. I was already feeling possessive over each of them. I could feel their tentative hope clinging onto each of them like a beacon and the deep seated pain each of them carried. I didn't want some random tail hurting them, especially if I was making forward progress. "I'm probably pretty vanilla. I've done butt stuff and I've been gagged. I am probably open to trying anything once, but I would like to discuss it first beforehand. I have thought about bondage, spanking and obviously having multiple partner scenes." They all nodded their understanding. "What about each of you?"

"I'm fairly vanilla too," Victor spoke up. "But I'm willing to explore," he winked, indicating the whisk incident, and I blushed.

"I don't like being touched. At all. Even when being intimate," Tristan announced. "If we are ever intimate, you will have to be tied up. Is that something you are okay with?"

"I don't think I will mind," I replied honestly, wondering what on earth happened to this poor man if he didn't like to be touched. "But I have never been tied up before." He nodded.

"Hell, I'll take all of that man's snuggles," Riley interjected. "As for me, I'm pretty open to trying anything too."

With that all hashed out, I then broached the subject of the rental home. "I don't know what your living situations are, but my rental home is vacant. If any of you would want to move in, we can discuss it."

They liked the idea of staying on the same property. Even Vincent was considering it, which kind of shocked me since he owned his own property and had Jack as well.

"Can we see it?" Tristan asked.

We walked over there and I let them explore the place. Once they all met back in the kitchen, they all said they were on board with moving in. We went back to the main house and spoke about the monthly bills and hashed all of that out. I told them that I already had hired help for cleaning both houses and doing the landscaping. They would only have to do the usual household duties and help around the place as needed.

"We should all be able to move in within the month," Victor speculated. "It may take me a little more time though, depending on when I could rent out my property."

"I could be finished moving in by today if I wanted," Riley stated on a shrug. "I'm bunking with a buddy of mine. I don't have a whole lot to move or contend with."

With that figured out, we all dispersed. Some went to the restroom, others went to smoke or stretch their legs. I went into the kitchen to start emptying the dishwasher. A few minutes later, Riley came up behind me and pushed me into the counter, his front flush with my back. I could feel his hard c*ck pressing into my ass. His hands ran down my arms, his lips leaving a trail along the slope of my neck and upper back. His hands roamed, and I allowed him to touch and explore. Losing myself in him and the burning desire that was starting to take over.

"I can't wait," he whispered against my ear, reaching for my skirts. "I need you. Now."

I didn't deny him this. Knowing touch and connection was very important to him.

"Hands on the counter," he ordered, gently pulling my hips back just enough so he could reach around and stroke the aching flesh at the apex of my thighs. A soft moan escaped my lips as he growled against my skin, "Damn, you're so f*cking perfect." He curled several fingers into me, stretching me. I arched back into him, the feeling blissful. "I always fantasized about how you would taste, how you would feel and smell," he moaned against my ear. "The real you is so much better than what I could have ever dreamed."

As I was losing myself to him, I heard the front door open and Tristan and Vincent walked in on us, surprise taking over their features as they took in the sight of us. At how quickly Riley had made his move.

At their expressions, I became instantly shy and self-conscious. I was just starting to push Riley away when Tristan stepped forward and took control of the situation.

"Don't stop," he commanded Riley, his gaze darkening with a primal desire I had never seen on anyone before.