I Own A Reverse Harem

All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.

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I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth: The only daughter of a known billionaire industrialist and a famous socialite. When they brought me into the world, both my parents' ages were advanced: 42 and 37, respectively, so they invested a lot of money, energy, and attention on the newborn. No wonder as a child I became a spoiled brat. Fortunately, I was blessed with a good brain. In fact, later in life, my IQ was calculated at 160, which is in the genius range. As a child, my looks was unimpressive and my parents attempted to shield me as much as possible from THEIR social life. It may have worked for their 'reputation', but at school, the other children either ignored me or mocked my appearance. Initially it was a shock to me, being spoiled to believe that the whole world was ready to embrace me as a princess, but it also made me stronger. In high school, my face and figure gradually changed, and the ugly duckling turned into a beautiful swan. In senior high, my BFF, Nora, told me guys considered me the most attractive girl in school. I still remember how they treated me earlier, and ignored every guy who dared approach me.

After finishing high school with straight As and excellent GPA, I got accepted to Stanford. Over there my life changed dramatically. I was doing fine at school, and my scores were always in the top 5 percentile. More over, already in my first year great guys began chasing me. These were not the same wimps who mocked me as a child, and I was more open to their advances.

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I met my first serious boyfriend when I went to the 19th birthday of my classmate, Sherry. When she invited me, I wasn't in a good mood, finding out that our loving dog died, but she pleaded with me, saying, "Helene, your 19th birthday is exactly a month from now. Getting out will be better than agonizing about something you cannot change. Your dog was 16 years old. What did you expect?" I gave up and arrived at the party. Erik sat down in the corner and talked with another guy. I hardly noticed him until he accidentally bumped into me when I returned from the bathroom. He apologized profusely, looked into my face, and said, "It's not a compliment, but you are the prettiest thing I've ever seen in my life." As he finished, he didn't wait for my reaction and left. It wasn't the smartest line, but the way he said it and didn't bother seeing my reaction made me remember it. Throughout the evening, our eyes met a couple of times, and we smiled at each other. At one point, He and his friends whispered something to Sherry and disappeared. I stayed another half an hour and was ready to leave, when Sherry came toward me with a note, saying, "Erik gave me his phone number, in case you wished to talk to him."

I waited a week and one evening phoned him, "Hi, this is Helene. At Sherry's party you left your phone number for me."

He joked, "It took you a full week to notice my uncanny beauty?"

I chuckled, "Not really. I had to verify first that you were not a creep."

"Helene, I did the same thing. Before leaving the party, I asked Sherry about you. She said you were gorgeous, smart, but hate pushy guys. So I thought I had nothing to lose by trying. Now, I don't think I am a creep, but my little sister hates me with a passion, so perhaps she is right and I am the devil."

I giggled, "You sound interesting."

"May I see you one afternoon in a safe place like a coffee house?"

"What do you mean by a safe place?"

He laughed, "I don't want to be raped by you the first time we meet one on one."

The next day, we met at one of the Starbucks stores. He looked cute: Redhead, taller than me by 4", and not overly fat. He was unpretentious and pleasant despite being the highest scorer in the class above us. His goal was to become an engineer, though he almost never wanted to talk about himself, and always shifted the conversation to talk about me, complimenting me on my success in my studies and was not shy of asking my advice on certain subjects. I liked his wisdom, his manners, and his humility.

About a month after we started dating, we had our first sexual encounter. I was a virgin, but I knew the theory... What can I say, it wasn't what I expected. Erik helped me undress and admired my body. When he undressed, his body was 'normal'. Not very impressive, to say the least. OK, but I still liked his personality. His touch was OK, yet not very arousing. I attempted to touch him, and later moved my hand toward his already erect penis. As I touched it, Erik shivered and ejaculated in my palm. He apologized and claimed to be very horny. I accepted his apology. Two evenings later, we tried again. This time, I refrained from touching his sensitive organ, letting him dictate the pace. He mounted me, kissed my nipple, and pushed his boner toward my vagina. He ejaculated just as the spongy head touched my cunt. I asked him if he had premature ejaculation before, and he admitted it had happened to him with his prior girlfriend. I stayed with him another 15 minutes and then left. After that evening, I refused to answer all his phone calls.

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In the seven years it took me to become a lawyer, I had multiple short flings and 2 more serious boyfriends, which lasted about one year each. The problem was, the way I saw it, that each one of my boyfriends had certain qualities I liked, but nobody was able to meet all my demands.

Once Sherry and I discussed guys and she asked how come I didn't get hitched yet. I admitted that every man was only good for something but not everything I needed. She smiled, "Honey, nobody is perfect. Stop dreaming and compromise on the most important qualities you want, otherwise you'll end up a crabby old broad with a cat."

I thought about her words and knew that most people would agree with her, but I was not ready for a compromise. At 29, I had all the money I could ever want, a highly regarded profession, and a body that was still young and attracted men's attention.

On a Saturday morning, I talked to Liv, another filthy rich woman I met at the health club. That morning, she looked happier than usual and younger than her 48 years. I asked her what happened. She grinned and said, "I found my fountain of youth."

"Are you talking about a new cream?"

"Not at all. I found Nelson. He is young, strong like a bull, and for the last three weeks, he plows me twice a week."

"And your husband doesn't know or doesn't care?"

"He doesn't WANT to know. He is going to be 60 in a couple of months, and sex has become a burden for him, so once every 2 weeks is what he agreed to compromise on. He doesn't ask what I do in my free time, and I don't divulge. You know, like gays in the military: Don't ask, don't tell..."

She wasn't the first one to tell me she was cheating on her husband, but it wasn't for me. I had no intention to conceal my ideas or actions and live with the fear that it would be revealed and cause embarrassment and pain. But the wheels in my brain started spinning. Slowly, I began planning ahead.

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I was 30 when a client named Greg hired me to represent him in a case of patent infringement. The trial lasted a month. In the end, we won, and he got $2,000,000 compensation. He was elated and invited me to celebrate our success in the best seafood restaurant in town. I agreed. During dinner, we talked about our lives. He was surprised to find out I was not married and claimed he would marry me in a heartbeat. He was an intriguing man: Like me he loved hearing Adele's songs, watching operas, and foreign films. The food was delicious, the wine even better, and I was in a great mood, so when he suggested we meet again, I agreed. His personality and interests attracted my brain, but soon I realized that his sexual drive was below par. He wasn't bad in bed, but he was reluctant to do it more than once a week, which wasn't enough for me. I told him the truth and entertained the idea of leaving him, but he begged me to stay, claiming he loved me. I explained to him that while I was happy to share with him our interests in the arts, my body required more sexual gratification. He said, "We are not married, so why don't we remain together, and I won't object that you have sex with another guy too."

I stared into his eyes, "Are you sure?"

Greg assured me it was OK with him.

A few months later, a partner in our firm, John, lost his wife in a car crash. He was my mentor when I started, and helped me in two cases. I liked him and went to his house several times to console him. He cried on my shoulder, saying his life would never be the same without his wife. She was there for him during good times and bad times. I said I'll be there for him until he finds a new mate. He smiled bitterly, "Helene, I am 52. Who will want to go out with an oldie like me?" I said, "Are you kidding me? You look younger than your age, swim every morning, so you are in great shape, you have a great job, and you are rich. Who wouldn't?"

His eyes explored mine, "Somebody as beautiful as you."

I grinned, "John. That's nice of you to say, but I have drawbacks that you are not aware of."

"I don't care. I've watched you around here and saw everything I care about. Whatever you choose to do in your free time is YOUR business."

I smirked, "Are you insinuating that if I date you, you wouldn't mind me doing ANYTHING once we are not together?"

"Exactly!"

"Even if I sleep with another man?"

"Helene dear, you are 22 years younger than me. My libido is not what it used to be. If you let me, I'd be happy to have sex with a sexy lady like you, but I understand that your needs are... higher."

Our initial going out encounters began because I felt sorry for him, but slowly, my heart warmed toward him. His soothing voice, storytelling, and the way he looked at me made me weak in the knees. Our first sexual intercourse happened after a night out that continued with wine drinking at his house. We were both in the right mood, and it happened. John was terrific: He helped me undress, looked at me as if I was a goddess, and gave me a blissful oral. His lips and tongue tortured me for a very long time before he let me cum with a pleasant orgasm. I slept the night at his house, and the following morning, he penetrated my pussy. He was patient, gentle, and his 6" dick was just right for me. His hands kneaded my breasts without overdoing it, and his small neck bites made me squirm, begging him to give me a happy ending. He started thrusting his cock into me at an accelerated rhythm, and like the evening before, I experienced a powerful climax. The same day, I told him about Greg. He kissed my hand and said, "Honey, as I said before. What you do when you are not with me is up to you. The only thing I ask is that you be careful not to catch STD..."

Three days later, I spent time with Greg. When we returned from a French movie, he hinted he was in the mood for hanky panky. I smiled and said I felt the same, but I had a confession to make. I met another guy and had sex with him too. Greg simply said, "That's all right with me. May I fuck you now?" I laughed, and we had a nice vanilla intercourse.

...

I continued alternating between Greg and John, and thought I was happy. My career flourished, and the attention I got from both my friends/lovers was nice. Mentally and emotionally, they complemented each other perfectly, and my brain was happy.

However, when I crossed 35, my libido seemed to increase. Yes, the magic number of 40, when a woman is at peak sexual drive, was upon me. I handled it using various toys I bought online. It wasn't optimal, but definitely better than nothing.

And then, as I was about to hit 37, Julio entered my life. He was a new instructor at the health center I frequented. One evening, when I was working out, he helped an old guy who was struggling with a device near me. I noticed him ogling me and gazed at him. His piercing eyes continued to inspect my body up and down unabashedly. On occasions, other guests eyed me, but once they were caught, they usually looked the other way, embarrassed. This young guy did not show an interest in finding another target. For the first time in my life, I felt uncomfortable, and even slightly scared. I waited for him to finish tutoring the other guy and approached him. He was very young, likely 20 or 22, tall, and with brown skin, originally from Mexico or another Latin country. As I closed the distance between us, he smiled at me.

I said, "I don't know you. Are you new around here?"

"Yes, ma'am. My name is Julio. I started yesterday. I moved here from Santa Fe."

"Well, young man, in this place, ogling the clientele is considered inappropriate. Your staring at my body while I was working out was unacceptable."

He smiled again, "I am sorry, but when I laid my eyes on you, you reminded me of the actress I was secretly in love with when I was younger. I suddenly felt the same desire I had back then..."

I smiled, "You are very direct, aren't you?"

"I apologize, but I guess I'll have to learn the rules of this facility."

"I forgive you, but don't do it again."

Two evenings later, I arrived again to do my routines. Julio wore a tight T shirt and shorts. He was working on the elliptical and haven't noticed me. I glanced at him and was impressed with his athletic body. His ripped muscles threatened to tear his shirt. His effortless movements looked gracious. My eyes were mesmerized by his energy and vigor. And then his face turned to me. He smiled at me and signaled me with a finger to approach him. I came by.

He chuckled, "You asked me not to look at you during exercise, but you do the same to me. It's not fair. Now YOU owe me an apology."

I mumbled, "Sorry..."

He grinned, "Sorry is not enough. Either you meet me sometime at the nearby park, on the bench by the wooden hut, or your apology is not accepted."

I giggled, "Julio, you are crazy. First of all, I am a client and you work in this place, so you cannot have any demands. But more importantly, why would a youngster like you be interested in wasting your time with a middle aged woman?"

He gazed at my face and answered, "As I said: You are gorgeous and remind me of my love fantasy. And age was never something that mattered to me. I just wish to know you better. I promise to behave."

"... OK, but don't start thinking..."

He interrupted me, "Ma'am, I have no agenda. I just want to be with you in a place where we can talk."

"One time ONLY. How about tomorrow at 6 pm?"

"I'll be there."

"See you. By the way, my name is Helene."

He muttered, "No wonder, Helene of Troy..."

It wasn't the first time I heard guys attempting to compliment me by comparing me to Helene of Troy, but for some reason, this time it hit a chord and my heart skipped a beat.

I was at the meeting place 10 minutes late, wearing a summer blouse and a midi style skirt. Julio was already sitting on the bench. As he saw me, he stood up and blurted, "Helene, sincerely I am overwhelmed by your beauty. I dated girls before but neither one comes close to you."

I grinned, "Look, I am already here. You do not have to try so hard."

He mumbled, "That is the point. I am not trying. My mouth decided to talk without censorship."

It was time to change the subject. "Julio, tell me about yourself."

"I was born and grew up in Santa Fe. I was not a good student, but I excelled in sports. I was on our teams in swimming, football, and tennis. After high school I had no chance of being accepted to college, and I began working in an athletic club, but things got complicated, and I left town."

"What does it mean 'things got complicated'?"

He blushed, "I was dating a nice girl. She loved me and especially our sex, but she 'forgot' to mention she was married to a prominent person in Santa Fe. One day, a friend of his saw us together coming from a hotel and snitched. The husband came to me the following day and said, 'I'll deal with my slut wife later, but if you do not leave town today and NEVER contact her again, my guys will make sure your mother will never see her son again.' I left the same evening."

I chuckled, "How did it happen that you dated somebody not knowing she was hitched?"

"She looked very young and naive. She met me on the tennis court, and later we went to a bar. We got drunk and ended up in my room having sex. She left in the morning before I woke up. Later that day, she called me and said she wanted to meet again the next morning. So to cut the story short, we met twice a week for sex. It started in my room, but then she said that her parents had enough money, and she insisted we go to a hotel. She never talked about her life, and I assumed because I was not a very smart person. I liked the sex with her, and it was good for both of us until we got caught."

As he was talking, I glanced at him and was impressed by his physique again. He was tall, with a strong jaw, dark eyes, and very muscular. His talk about being good in bed hit me, and my mind began imagining him being on top of me. Yes, it was crazy, but the lack of enough sex was becoming a problem.

I couldn't resist and asked, "Why would a married young good looking woman need a lover? Can't her husband give her all she wants?"

He laughed, "She didn't say much about her sex life, but she claimed that the wild ride with me was something she never had before."

"Did YOU enjoy the sex as much as she?"

"She was nice and gentle, yet slightly passive, but overall it was pleasant."

"So who do you see these days?"

"I don't have a girlfriend yet, if that's what you mean."

"Don't you miss the sex with her?"

"I miss sex, that's for sure, but I plan to start over." He joked, "You ask a lot about my sex life, why is that? Are you interested?"

I winked at him, "I might..."

He stared into my eyes and then knelt before me, "Helene, it will be a dream come true for me, and I guarantee you won't regret it."

"Let me think about it."

We strolled around as Julio's eyes barely moved away from my body. I didn't know enough about him to feel safe, yet his body, his crude manners, and the promise of a satisfying sexual escapade were very alluring. After 1/2 an hour of walking around, I said it was time to separate.

He looked at me with puppy eyes, "Helene, please..."

I smiled, "I'll be at the club on Thursday at 3 pm. If I see you there, I'll give you my answer."

He grinned, "It's not my work day, but I'll be there. Thank you, beautiful Helene."

...

In the days that followed, my mind was alternating between my brain's concern about knowing very little about him, and my cunt, wishing her way. I had no idea if he was a pervert, a criminal, or was positive for STD, but his young, magnificent body was extremely tempting.

By Thursday I made up my mind. I'd agree to a one time sexcapade at a hotel, not giving Julio any personal information, and demanding he wear a condom during the act.

At 3 in the afternoon, Julio was waiting for me, wearing a sleeveless undershirt and tight shorts. He must have exercised before I showed up because his biceps and quadriceps glistened. The bulging pectorals were hard to miss. The shape of his resting pecker was easy to make, as it pushed against the side of his trunks. Even soft, it seemed much bigger than my other lovers.

Julio came toward me as I went on one of the treadmills in the corner. He looked into my eyes without talking.

I smiled at him and said, "I cannot verify that you do not have STD, so I'll agree to try once, but only if you wear a condom and make sure you do not cum inside my body."

He was thrilled and jumped in joy, "I promise. And you won't regret it, you'll see..."

I cut him off, "Be at the Hilton on Washington Avenue tomorrow at 6 pm. Tell the receptionist you are there to meet Miss H. The person will tell you the room number."

After telling Julio the the time and location, I was too excited and exercised for only 15 minutes before leaving the place.

...

I was at the hotel half an hour early, got room #411, which was a corner room with a balcony and a nice view, and took another short shower. I wore a robe with nothing underneath, thinking it would likely be my only time of fucking this stud, so let's make it simple.

Julio arrived on time. He was dressed nicely, smelled fantastic, and brought me a bouquet of pink carnations. I smiled and thanked him. He stopped and ogled me for a long moment before whispering, "Helene the beautiful..."

Then he slowly moved toward me. I forced a smile, though my heart was pounding like a drum. He was inches from me before holding the side of my head and planting a gentle kiss on my red lips. For a rugged looking hunk like him, I did not expect such a gentle kiss. I closed my eyes. He kissed me again, this time harder, and pressed his body onto mine. His strong muscles crushed my soft ones, and his stiffening member was difficult to miss. With his tongue invading my mouth and his pelvis slowly grinding against mine, I began to lose it. I didn't even realize when his fingers loosened my belt until it was fully open and the front of my body exposed to his eyes. Next, his large palm cupped my left breast and kneaded it lightly. My nipple hardened, and a warm feeling went through my body. His mouth disengaged from my lips, and he glanced at my tits.

He whispered, "A true goddess!" and his lips latched onto my nipple. It was like an electric shock hitting me. Everything about Julio's body and behavior was very different than anybody else I've ever been with. His touches were tender, yet suggested a lot of calm and restraint before a storm. I felt my juices start flowing down my right thigh. I was getting aroused fast. Julio must have felt it, and without saying a word, he removed my robe, lifted me as if I was a feather-weight, and carried me to the bed. He left me there and undressed slowly. His muscular chest was hairless. Then he took off his pants and boxers to reveal a giant pole that pointed to the ceiling. It was a marvelous organ: A wide, dark purple helmet on top, which continued with a thick, veiny, brown shaft, and a folded foreskin at the base. A heavy looking ball sack was hanging low. Once naked, he stood for several seconds, allowing me a close up look at his genitals before joining me in bed.

His eyes inspected my nude body as his fingers felt me, trailing from my neck down at a snail's pace. His touch was pleasant and sensual. My cunt was drenched. I closed my eyes and placed my palm on his pectoral, feeling its extreme firmness.

In the meantime, his fingers began massaging my sensitive nipple, making me moan. My horniness heightened, and I felt my hand moving down along his 6-pack toward his enormous erection. Once he felt my fingers there, his hand went south and met my shaved vulva. I could smell my leaky labia, and I had no doubt he felt my scent as well. I only hoped he'd like it.

As if hearing my thoughts, he left me on my back, gently spread my knees apart, and dove onto my genitals. He sniffed my secretions and groaned. Then his tongue started lapping the pouring liquid, swallowing it loudly, telling me he enjoyed it. The way he approached my exposed cunt was very erotic, and my arousal was about to explode.

I whispered, "Julio, enough with the games, I wish to cum."

He lifted his stained face and blurted, "Helene, you get the Julio's special. Relax and enjoy."

His tongue continued taunting me by swirling around my clit without touching it, while his index penetrated my pussy and fingered me leisurely.

I was so desperate that I was willing to give half my money to reach my desired orgasm and started crying. I wasn't sure if this was what Julio was waiting for, but as he heard my cry, a second finger entered my vagina and massaged my G spot, while his thumb pressed against my love button. I remember jerking up as my body began convulsing uncontrollably. I felt my body doing its thing without being able to stop it. I was twisting and trembling as his fingers continued working my genitals incessantly.

After what felt like a lifetime, Julio's fingers slowed down, and I could breathe normally. I was helpless to move and felt his hand gently caressing my boobs. I attempted to sleep, but his relentless gentle fondling of my tits aroused me again. I murmured, "Please, Julio, I need to rest now."

He smiled, "Not yet honey. We are not done yet. You tasted the appetizer, but the main course is up next."

I begged him, "Let's rest for 15 minutes and continue later."

"No darling. Now is the time. Here, feel it," he grabbed my hand and placed it on his enormous phallus. Yes, I came like gangbusters, but he didn't yet. I was tired, but was getting horny due to his fingers, which refused to stop teasing my breasts.

Next, he placed himself between my thighs and gingerly shoved the helmet into my wet pussy. God, he was big! I felt my cunt gradually dilate, trying to make room for the massive girth. I gasped and attempted to hold my breath as his tool continued advancing, conquering my tunnel and reaching my cervix. Once he was all the way in, he waited patiently for a few seconds, and then he looked me in the eye and announced, "Helene, be ready for a roller coaster."

Subsequently, his raging cock began pounding my vagina. It started very slowly, but shortly after, his pace increased steadily, and I felt I was about to have another powerful climax. I hugged his ass cheeks and later, as his thrusts turned rougher, my fingernails pinched them. About five minutes after he started plowing my pussy, I was again on cloud nine. I felt him drilling into me like a jackhammer. The constant rapid in and out of my tortured cunt made me lose it. From a distance I could hear myself screaming and shouting, "YES! Oh my god... HAAARDER, PLEEEASE..."

Julio intensified his strokes one last time, and then I felt his dagger spasm inside my pussy and fill it with hot lava. My brain was out, and my body reacted instinctively. And then it was all over. He pulled out, and I felt an emptiness in my widened vagina. I needed to go to the bathroom, yet too exhausted to move. I slept for half an hour before waking up and seeing Julio's smiling face watching me. I grinned.

He asked, "Are you OK?"

"My body feels like it was inside a working laundromat for an hour, but thanks god, no evidence of major damage."

He giggled, "I knew you'd say that. I'll have to leave now. I'll see you at the club. The upcoming week I work the evening shifts on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and then mornings on Saturday and Sunday."

I smiled and didn't talk. I waited ten minutes and then dressed and drove home. My body was spent and I slept the whole night like a baby.

The following morning, I had to meet my first client at 9 am. As I was driving to the office, I felt energized like I was 20 again. My mood was upbeat, and a couple of employees commented that I was more cheerful than they had ever seen me before. Yes, I was happy. Not that all my clients were pleasant, or that they were nicer to me than in the previous days, but my brain acted as if it was charged by the happy Energizer bunny. I didn't have to be a genius to know it was an afterglow. For 48 hours I felt better mentally and physically than at any time in the last few years. On the third day, I felt a letdown, and my body begged me for another high. I tried using my always-reliable Jack Rabbit, but this time the orgasm was a very minor one, and I was hungry for MUCH more.

On Monday, I went to the club at 5 pm. I saw Julio working with a young girl, lightly touching her as he guided her to better hold onto the instrument. I felt jealous and was amazed at myself; this young stud had sex with me only one evening, and this is how I felt about him already?!...

I exercised for 20 minutes on an elliptical far away, until he finished with the girl, and then passed nonchalantly near him. He stopped me, "Helene, when did you arrive? I didn't see you."

I joked, "You were playing with the spring chicken, and I didn't want to interrupt."

He giggled, "This young girl asked for my help on a device she had never used before, but my full concentration is on you now. Did you recover from the traumatic event?"

"Julio, I am a straight shooter, so let me ask you some questions. First, how do you feel about me?"

"I adore you and appreciate the opportunity you gave me to have sex with you."

"Did YOU enjoy the evening?"

"Very much!"

"Are you interested in future meetings like that in the future?"

"More than anything."

"I'll tell you; I liked your enthusiasm, your energy, and your stamina. Your sexual prowess is unmatched as far as I am concerned. I would like us to do it again, but there are a couple of issues that have to be addressed. Most importantly, how do I know you do not have STD?"

He laughed, "Good question. Last time I tested about 6 months ago, and was negative for everything, but if it is a critical point, I'll test again tomorrow. And as I said, I do not bed another lady here."

"Good. Now, a delicate matter. I am not married, but I am not single either. I date 2 other guys who know about each other, and it does not bother them. It means that you'll be my third."

Julio chuckled, "It's funny. Why do you need 3 boyfriends?"

"Because each one gives me something unique that the others don't. You are by far the best sex partner. Another boyfriend spends time with me listening to music, going to shows, and we chat about everything. The other boyfriend is somewhat older, and he was my mentor earlier in life. Currently he and I enjoy evenings together discussing cases. And I do sleep with both, but as I iterated already, you are MUCH better in the sack."

"So what you want me for is mainly sex, right?"

"On occasions, we can go to dinner in a restaurant if you wish, but yes, sex is what I need you for."

He smiled, "Isn't it every man's dream? having sex with the prettiest, sexiest woman in the world without having to listen to nonstop yapping?... Helene, I agree. Unlike you, I am a one-woman's guy, so you'll be my only lady. If the day comes that I decide I wish to leave or start a relationship with another girl, I'll let you know. Deal?"

...

That deal turned my life upside down. I was working full-time, and had 3 boyfriends. It was way too much... I thought hard about what to do next. Eventually, I came up with the best solution. I told the company's boss I wanted to work part time. He pleaded with me to think it over, saying I was his best prospect, but I didn't cave. After a week of back and forth, I reduced my case load by half.

I began meeting Julio each Tuesday and Thursday, with a weekend once a month. I notified Greg and John about my affair with Julio. In the beginning, both felt threatened that I'd dump them, but I assured them I did want them to stay in my life. Both still wished to have sex with me, although they agreed to do it once every 7-10 days.

At last, my satisfaction is complete: I am a part time lawyer, unmarried and without children, and free to do as I wish. With my status as 'owning' a reverse harem, I have everything I ever wanted from a man: Three men who fulfil all my needs: A mentor who loves me and is there for me during work, a guy who is my free time buddy for concerts, movies, and chats, and a fuck-buddy, whose expertise is golden.

The four of us are still going strong. Fortunately, neither of us had severe health issues or other troubles yet. I know that the happy arrangement won't last for long, but for now, I am as happy as a clam. On purpose, the three guys have never met each other. I was concerned that it would create conflicts.

Next week I turn 43, and for the first time, I asked my guys if they cared to meet each other. I was surprised to hear that each one thought it was a good idea. In fact, Greg said he even would like to watch me having sex with Julio. It stunned me, and I looked at him, waiting for an explanation.

He blushed and mumbled, "Perhaps I can learn a thing or two from your preferred sex partner." Then he winked and added, "Who knows, maybe one day I can even join you two..."

(To be continued?)