Chapter 4 – Chapter 4

Nothing was said about the previous night during breakfast. Perhaps that was because the housekeeper was there, puttering around in the kitchen beside the informal dining table while we ate. She had prepared a full country breakfast, though, apparently realizing we had worked up a good appetite. I doubted she didn't know what three men had been up to living here together—or what I had brought to the table here.

Ralph was working on a laptop to the side of his place setting as he ate.

"You need to come to the pub today to go over the books with us," he said, looking at me. "And to watch the operation more closely. It's a going business, but neither Sean nor I can afford to buy your third out. For obvious reasons we don't want to be looking for an investor here."

"We want you to stay," Sean said. "I would think that this is fairly obvious to you."

"And to take Peter's place in all ways?" I asked.

"Yes, of course," Ralph answered.

"What did Peter die of?" I asked.

"Not from what you might think," Ralph answered. "At no time do we go too far. We've done nothing you haven't done before. You've gone much further. It was an auto accident, if you must know. He was in glowing health. He was enjoying life immensely—and all that life brought to him."

What could I say? How could I tell them that I'd written my chats with them in fantasy terms? That I had assumed they were doing so too. But it seems they were not—and that they believed I'd done so much more. So much that I had fantasized doing. Like what had been done the previous night. No, I hadn't been hurt, really. I'd been taken to heaven. Aroused and satisfied as never before. My thoughts went back to what was waiting for me in the States—Simon pawing at me and fucking me ineffectually. Hal beyond my grasp.

Ralph turned the monitor and keyboard of the laptop to where it was facing me. "Here, I've called up the files on your e-mail chats to us."

"You saved the e-mails?" I asked, flabbergasted.

"Yes, of course. Tonight we are going to double you."

"Double me?"

"Yes, just like this last chat from you—two inside you at once. You obviously loved that. You wrote that it was your favorite way to be taken."

I started to hyperventilate. Fantasizing it was one thing. Doing it was another. But, of course I'd only written of it because I dreamed of doing it.

"I want you to go through the chats in which you've told us of your double penetration experiences. Pick one out. Peter always wanted to do that with you. He loved it when Sean came into the picture and we could do it for him."

"You two have done it?"

"Yes, of course. Many times. Peter couldn't get enough of it. We may have done it as many times as you have—it obviously is a favorite of yours too, considering how often you told us about doing it. Sean and I can't wait for it. You pick a favorite scenario out from what you've written about, or I will. You can show us which one you've picked when we get back from the pub tonight."

Oh shit.