Untamable by Berengaria Brown

 
     
    Untamable
    by Berengaria Brown
     
    Chapter One
     
    Jewel never thought she’d have to say it, but frankly, her ménage relationship with Donovan and Oscar had become boring, predictable, and stale. The three of them acted more like old married fifty-somethings than three trendy, young, ménage-sharing twenty-somethings.
    They should be eager to jump into bed together or fuck up against the wall, filled with raw passion for each other. Instead, Oscar was so tired after work he fell asleep on the sofa in front of the television, while Donovan sat at the table surrounded by a mountain of paperwork he’d brought home from the office. At night, in their apartment, instead of screams of passion, there were soft snores from Oscar, and groans of frustration from Donovan as he hunted for missing pieces of data.
    “We’re all still young. We should be in bed having sex,” she said aloud in the living room.
    Neither man paid any attention to her.
    She had the feeling that even if she stripped off, Oscar wouldn’t wake up, and Donovan wouldn’t notice unless she started dancing on the table between him and his spreadsheets.
    “You’re not listening, are you? I may as well be invisible!”
    No response.
    The way Jewel saw it, she had two options -- find herself a new relationship or kick the men into action and reignite some passion in their existing threesome. Jewel slitted her eyes and gazed critically at the men. Donovan had short, blond hair, deep blue eyes, was a fraction over six feet tall, and looked like a muscular Viking. Under that boring, plain, navy blue sweater, he had an intricate tribal tattoo across his right upper arm. He also had a large cock that he knew how to use to hit her just right to bring her to a screaming orgasm. Not that they’d done that too often lately.
    Oscar slumped on the sofa, his red head thrown back against the top of it. He had the very fair skin and pale blue-gray eyes common to redheads. He also had a lean, lithe, runner’s build, making him appear taller than his six-foot-even height. His cock was a mighty fine piece of equipment, too. Oscar and Donovan were both bisexual, comfortable with fucking each other, or fucking her, or fucking as a threesome.
    It wouldn’t even be so bad if the men were fucking like bunnies. At least I could watch them. But lately, no one here is getting any!
    So, what was she going to do? Walk out on the relationship or try to put some spark back into it?
    They’d had such fun when they’d first gotten together. Every day had been a new adventure. Even cooking meals and doing laundry had been a shared time of exploration. She’d never forget the time they’d fucked her on the washing machine. Someone had suggested the motion could be an erotic enhancement, and nothing would do but for them to try it out. Donovan had climbed up to sit on the washing machine, then Oscar had lifted her up onto Donovan’s lap. As Donovan had fucked her, she’d sucked Oscar, who was standing on a chair to get his cock level with her mouth, and the three of them had come laughing and screaming as the spin cycle bounced them around.
    She doubted even suggesting they do it again would inspire Oscar to stay awake or drag Donovan away from his spreadsheets.
    In two weeks it would be Christmas. Her workplace closed down for the week between Christmas and New Year. So did Donovan’s. That’s why he was under so much pressure to have all his work projects finished. But Oscar only had the actual holidays off work.
    Donovan and Oscar were coming with her to a huge, extended family lunch on Christmas Day. There’d be a million people in the restaurant. Half of them she’d only recognize from the handy, color-coded family nametags they’d already been given to prepare for the gathering. Other than that, they had nothing planned. Jewel decided she’d be thinking of something special to do. Something really exciting, to snap the men out of their lethargy and put some spark