A Wifey for the Bad Boy(161)

After months of hard work, Edna had completed her first run successfully. The brothers and the entire team were beside themselves with joy. It was a historic moment for every member of Dillingham Innovations. Matthew had called up Ronda to deliver the good news. She was attending a literary festival in London at that time. After the initial congratulations, they had decided to celebrate the event once Ronda returned.

The two-week festival in London, away from the boys, had led Ronda to do some thinking of her own. Ever since Mikaela had tried to break the three, Ronda had started feeling an inexplicable fear of losing the twins to the snares of another woman. She did not have any close friends apart from the twins. They had shared all their secrets with each other. They had even shared lovers on multiple occasions. Ronda realized that she had started to develop feelings more intimate than friendship for the twins. The thought of Tony and Matthew together aroused her while she was alone at her hotel room. She could feel the wetness between her legs. She wanted to feel the warmth of the skin of the brothers. Their thoughts caused her to rub her clitoris. As she recalled Tony’s minty breath and Matthew’s cigar aroma, she rubbed her clitoris harder, while inserting a finger in her vagina. Her nipples hardened as she fantasized the twins sucking each one of her pendulous breasts. She had dated an art major student in college. She had told her that her breasts were perfect for weaning and it made sucking them so much easier. The fantasy of the twins sucking on each of her breasts led her to massage her G-spot as she continued to rub her clit, sending shivers of pleasure through her veins. She moaned their names as she continued getting wetter with every movement of her fingers, till in the silence, if heard carefully, one could actually hear the damp sounds of her depth. Ronda could feel the twins breathing down the sides of her neck, kissing her and licking her skin inch by inch, as her moans grew louder and louder. She arched her curved hips as her body climbed the ladder of fulfillment. She shivered violently as her mind grew numb and goose bumps erupted on her body as the climactic orgasm took over. Ronda was sweating profusely after the physical exertion, as she took her fingers out and licked off the sweet liquid. Her reverie was disrupted by Matthew’s phone call about the success of Edna.

As Ronda Jenkins lay on her bed that night recalling her fantasy, she made up her mind that she must tell the twins of her feelings. She had a feeling they would not refuse her. They had been the perfect companions to each other for years now. She practically belonged to them and vice versa.

Ronda returned to New York with a mission. She had to tell the twins about her feelings and that could not wait. She knew the twins had nursed a secret crush for her for years, but they valued her friendship more and hence did not tell her anything. A lot of their mutual friends had informed Ronda about how the twins could go on and on appreciating her and talking about her. At times, the listeners felt the twins knew more about Ronda, than Ronda herself; though that would not be very wrong. The first thing that she did on landing in New York was to call Matthew and fix a lunch appointment with the twins.

She was dressed in a red Dolce and Gabanna dress. She looked stunning. Red always complimented Ronda’s fair skin and her apple blush cheeks. She was pear shaped and dresses flaunted her curves unabashedly. The underwire bra supported her soft, luscious breasts and gave the impression of two little rounded hills on her chests. Her buttocks were in proportion to her ample breasts and could easily give even the most bootylicious stars a run for their money. Her thighs were a vast milky expanse of softness leading to her beautifully shaped legs. Ronda Jenkins was dressed to kill.

“My, my Ronda! What’s the occasion for the sultriness, darling?” Matthew asked with a sly wink as the brothers hugged their best friend.

“You will get to know that pretty soon. Why don’t we order lunch first?”

“Sure thing. I am starving.”

The friends had not seen each other for two weeks and there was so much to talk about. Ronda listened to them carefully and also gave them updates about her trip to London.

“Any new English lover in the block?” Tony asked

“Mmhmm…There are two American lovers in my mind though.”

“Oooh. Not one but two. Someone’s been very naughty. Who are the lucky men or women?”

“Tony and Matthew Dillingham.”

The brothers broke into laughter at Ronda’s candor. They were absolutely sure that she was pulling their legs. She had done this before. Tony and Matthew had never confided in Ronda how much they craved for her at times. The brothers had shared a bedroom with a common lover before, but they had always felt that Ronda would be their perfect partner. Yet, none of them had mustered enough courage to put forward the proposition. And now here was Ronda telling them candidly that she would like to take them as lovers. She was, of course, joking. Ronda always had a wonderful sense of humor.