Chapter 4
William
Watching Clive sink into our wife had been hot as hell.
Sinking into her myself was even better.
Soft, wet heat surrounded my cock, and Sassy gasped as I groaned.
As her pussy clamped down around me, she arched.
Clive’s hands played roughly with her breasts, pinching her little nipples harder than I had while his teeth dragged over the side of her throat.
Watching them made it even harder for me not to lose myself in her, but I didn’t want to hurt her.
We wanted to make sure our wife knew, having two men in her bed wasn’t going to be a hardship.
She’d still likely be sore after this first time, but hopefully, she’d feel good.
The lack of blood was a relief—her maiden barrier must have been easily breached, which I would think meant she’d recover more easily.
I thrust, slow, smooth strokes while she wriggled and moaned, panting for breath as we pleasured her.
My balls ached as I moved inside her, the slick cradle of her body, squeezing the full length of my cock every time I filled her.
Despite the orgasm she’d had on Clive’s lips, I was determined to make her come for me as well, and I could feel her starting to respond to me already.
I wanted to feel her spasming around my cock.
“That’s it, good girl,” I crooned, my hand sliding up her thigh to rest on her mound, my thumb dipping down between our bodies to caress her clit.
“Oh!” She jerked when I touched the slippery nub, her eyelashes fluttering rapidly. My thumb circled, my hips slowing, so I could touch her more easily. Clive grinned, watching her writhe for us. “Oh, God…”
I began to move a little harder, a little faster, circling her clit the whole time.
Her eyes widened in shock, and she stared down between our bodies.
Propped up against Clive, she could see my cock, glistening with her arousal, pushing in and out just under where my thumb was manipulating her sensitive flesh. It was a sight worth seeing.
Clive tugged on her nipples, and she whimpered, eyelashes fluttering again, and her head dropped back against his shoulder. Her pussy spasmed around me, squeezing my cock and sending delicious sensations up and down my spine.
Our beautiful wife was about to cream herself all over my cock.
Sassy
I cried out as ecstasy washed over me again, William’s cock plunging relentlessly, his thumb rubbing that oh-so-sensitive nub and sending waves of bliss through my body. His hot eyes devoured me, looking at me as though I was a goddess.
I felt like one.
William’s hands moved to my hips, thrusting harder, more roughly. I whimpered as my sensitive flesh shuddered around his cock as every thrust pressed his body against my little button of pleasure. Gasping and writhing, my pleasure went on and on.
I felt him shove deep, pulsing, and for the first time, I felt the hot spurt of his cum. My pussy clenched around him, and I shuddered at the sensation of him throbbing against the walls of my body. Panting for breath, I went limp against Clive.
Clive was murmuring in my ear, whispering what a good girl I was as his hands caressed me, his cock digging into my back. Atop me, William’s head hung down, and he dropped a smattering of kisses on my shoulder.
I had never felt like this with any other man.
So cared for. So attended to. So satisfied.
I had been told it could feel this good but had never experienced it.
Rolling off, William laid on his side beside me, his eyes glowing with approval. I smiled back at him, happy to have pleased him.
“Think you can handle one more husband?” Clive asked, slipping out from beneath me.
My head dropped back against the mattress—a much more familiar position, even if it had been months. My legs were still spread, and I felt muzzy, satiated… but I did not want to disappoint either of my new husbands.
“Yes,” I said immediately. William smiled. Clive studied my face intently, as though he suspected I wasn’t telling the truth. I bit my lip. Should I have said no? Would a virgin have said no?
“I won’t be mad if you want to wait,” Clive said, his fingers stroking my inner thigh, then up to my swollen pussy.
I moaned as he touched the soft, swollen folds.
Not because I was aroused again, but because I was so incredibly sensitive, even that soft touch elicited a reaction.
“You’re likely to be sore tomorrow, as it is. ”
I hesitated only a moment, but I told the truth. “I still want to… consummate my marriage with both of my husbands.”
Not because I thought it would bind them to me, although there was that as well. I truly wanted to please Clive. I didn’t need another climax, but I wanted the intimacy and wanted to feel claimed by both of the men who had married me.
Clive’s eyes burned so hot, I felt seared by his gaze, then his mouth came down hungrily on mine, his body wedging between my thighs.
I whimpered when I felt his hard cock nudging at my pussy.
He ended the kiss, pulling back, so he could settle his cock in the right spot.
I was extra slick, thanks to William, when Clive thrust in hard and fast, making me cry out as my body was opened again.
“Good girl,” William murmured, leaning in to kiss me as Clive began to thrust. “Just relax. We’re going to make you feel so good again.”
Again?
Not possible.
But as William’s lips moved over mine, his hand sliding across my skin to palm my breasts, I could feel a tingle stirring deep inside. What were these men doing to me, and how?
Clive was rougher than William, moving faster and harder, but my body welcomed it. I was too sensitive for slow movements, which would have dragged against my tender flesh.
Hooking my legs into his elbows, Clive leaned forward, his body rubbing against my swollen nub every time he buried himself.
I cried out as little quakes of pleasure shook me, feeling as if my climax hadn’t really ended, as if the fire hadn’t quite gone out, and now, the embers fanned to new flames.
I didn’t know if I could take any more pleasure, but I wasn’t going to have a choice.
William held my hands as Clive plowed into my pussy, and the flames of rapture licked through my body. I was brimming with bliss, overflowing with ecstasy as Clive’s hard cock impaled me, filling me completely, and I spasmed around him.
Even before his weight came down, I had gone limp and nearly insensible from the overload of pleasure.
Clive
Panting and spent, I braced myself against the bed to keep my full weight from falling on Sassy.
It felt as if I’d emptied every drop of energy into her willing body, all the pent-up tension gone from my muscles, which were now a bit wobbly.
Lowering my forehead, I gently brushed my lips over hers before pulling away.
When my cock slid from her body, she whimpered.
“Our beautiful wife,” William said, leaning over to give her a kiss as well.
Sassy blinked up at us, her eyelids clearly growing heavy.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her eyes closing.
“For what?” I asked, but she didn’t answer.
William and I exchanged a bemused glance, but it was clear she was already falling asleep.
Between her long train ride and then taking care of two lusty husbands, it wasn’t surprising she was tuckered out.
I couldn’t remember a time when a woman had ever thanked us before, although I supposed the sentiment wasn’t inappropriate.
Maybe she was thanking us for being gentle with her.
I’d heard stories about wedding nights where things went terribly wrong, perhaps she had, too.
We’d been so gentle with her, she hadn’t even bled, even though I’d been aching to take her hard after I’d first slid into her.
Or maybe she was thanking us because we’d married her?
She certainly didn’t seem afraid anymore.
Kissing her shoulder, I pushed myself up and looked down at the pretty picture she made.
Her thighs were still spread, knees falling to the sides, nipples and pussy dark pink from use. Mine and William’s combined seed was already starting to seep from her body, a trickle of white against her dark curls.
Calling her beautiful almost didn’t do her justice.
She was gorgeous and ours… all ours. The level of possessiveness I felt looking at her was unnerving.
I barely knew her, and I would already do anything to keep her safe.
I liked to think that was true about any woman, but Sassy had already become monumentally more important to me than anyone else—even Will.
From the adoration on his face as he looked at her, I had a feeling he was feeling the same way.
Slightly unnerved, I pulled away from them both.
“Let’s get cleaned up,” I said, getting to my feet, only a little unsteady. I needed a minute to compose myself—and Sassy needed to be washed.
A quick dip of a cloth into the basin, I returned to the bed to gently clean Sassy’s swollen folds.
She murmured, wincing a little and turning on her side.
She would be sore tomorrow. Part of me liked knowing she’d still feel us between her thighs.
William had risen as well, cleaning himself with another cloth.
He handed me a third when I was done with our wife to use on myself.
“Married,” William said under his breath, a touch of awe in his tone as he looked down at her. I couldn’t stop the smile that curved my lips, and when I looked at him, he had a big, goofy grin on his face.
“Think we need to worry about the man she’s running from?” I asked, turning the question over in my mind. We had not needed to talk to know we’d protect a lady in danger, regardless, but we’d want to set a plan in place. We’d need to get his name as well and a description.
Tonight, she’d been safe enough, and likely, she would be tomorrow, but I didn’t want to take any chances.
“Don’t know.” William shrugged, his gaze falling back to her where she was already fast asleep, curled up on her side, away from the candlelight. “We should ask if he was from England or New York.”
Farther would be better. Most men would give up, rather than follow a woman this far out west. Sure, there were some who became obsessed, but even those would have to be mightily invested to come this far for a woman. A smart man would cut his losses.
But there were some mighty dumb men out there.
William and I would keep watch. One good thing about living in this area, any strangers arriving, were immediately noticed and remarked upon.
“We’ll find out tomorrow,” I said, climbing into bed next to Sassy. “If he does show his face, it might be the last thing he ever does.”
Our wife sighed in her sleep as William and I bracketed her between us, already protecting her, even though she didn’t need it. Nothing and no one would disturb her rest tonight. Snuggling into us, she sighed again, her body relaxing further as if she’d heard the unspoken promise.
Closing my eyes, for the first time in a long time, I dropped off without any trouble.