Chapter 6
Oh
Goodness...
Evelyn felt utterly limp. Spent.
It turned out it was possible for a body to explode.
At least metaphorically.
It had sure felt like an explosion; as if she'd turned into a stick of dynamite, the men had lit her fuse, and she'd gone up in a burst of smoke and light.
Fingers still stroked between her legs, almost hypnotically, soothingly...
The women she'd talked to hadn't described anything like this.
How could they? Just trying to think of how she might describe the experience put her at an immediate loss for words.
"Evelyn." The voice was deep. With her eyes closed, she wasn't sure which man had spoken.
"Mmmm?" She felt sleepy, content, even with those fingers stroking her between her legs. If they wanted to touch her there, well, it felt a bit counter to her raising, like it was supposed to feel indecent, but it just felt good. Besides, there was more to a wedding night. She was ready for it now.
"Are you a virgin, Evelyn?"
"Mmmhmmm." She answered affirmatively without thinking. The casual soothing way the question had been asked when her defenses were all lowered didn't set off a single alarm in her mind.
It wasn't until the gentle stroking stopped that she realized she'd said something wrong.
She'd told the truth.
Energy pumped through her, scattering her wits, and she tried to sit up and grab her dress to cover herself at the same time. As she did so, she caught a glimpse of the foreboding expressions on her husbands' faces, which was not at all reassuring.
"How did you know?" Her voice was shrill, shocked. Fear pounded through her as Wilson's hand caught her shoulder and pressed her back down. They were both still touching her, gently but firmly holding her down on the bed.
Should she not have exploded? Had her uninhibited shameless reaction to their touch somehow given her away?
She felt exposed and vulnerable, which she hadn't just moments ago, and she wanted to squirm away and hide from those hard stares.
"Your hymen is still intact," Jake said finally.
Evelyn wrinkled her brow in confusion. "My what?"
"Your maidenhead? Your virginity?" Wilson said, his voice lilting up and turning the words into questions, trying to find one she recognized.
"You can feel my maidenhead?" she asked, more than a little flummoxed.
The other women definitely hadn't said anything about that.
They just said it hurt the first time because her maidenhead would tear and she'd no longer be a virgin.
They hadn't said the men would actually be able to touch and feel it!
"Yes," Jake said, his voice a bit short. His hands were still gentle, though, as he looked at her sternly. "Now, Evelyn, why did you lie to us?"
Stretched out between him and Jake, their little bride was a mass of contradictions, innocent but sensual, frightened but strong, uncertain but determined. She was also fucking beautiful. This was not how he'd seen this evening going but...
Truth be told, he wasn't put out she was a virgin. After all, she hadn't hesitated to agree to taking on two of them, and she was a passionate little thing, virgin or not. Who cared what her actual state was? He didn't, and he doubted Jake did either.
But they did care that she lied.
Jake definitely had a preferred method of dealing with naughty young women, one which Wilson also appreciated, even if Jake did tend to be more of a disciplinarian while Wilson was more of a caretaker. They played off each other well.
"Hold still, sweetheart, and answer Jake's question," Wilson rumbled, still stroking her soft, wet, virginal pussy. The musk of her arousal wafted upward, filling his nose and distracting him, but he made himself focus on her and not his desire to dive headfirst between her thighs.
"Can you stop touching me while I do?" she asked plaintively, squirming under their hands.
"No," Jake said immediately and firmly. "Answer the question."
Evelyn bit her lip nervously, but she didn't look disappointed. In fact, she was starting to look rather aroused again, as if being questioned was turning her on. That made Wilson's cock throb even harder.
Her eyes dropped away from theirs and she took a deep breath.
"I... I liked your letter in the newspaper the best," she whispered. "I... I didn't think you'd know. I talked to some of the other women at the factory about what it's like and I... I thought I could do that. But I wanted to do it with a husband, in a proper marriage, not..."
Her voice trailed off again, and Wilson and Jake exchanged solemn looks over her body. It didn't take too much to read between the lines and figure out there had been someone pressuring her to have sex with them outside of a marriage, which for a woman working in a factory could be disastrous.
The protectiveness Wilson had already been feeling over her welled up again.
He exchanged another look with Jake.
"What are you going to do now?" she asked, and the arousal in her eyes had dimmed, uncertainty and fear taking its place.
"Well, I don't know," Wilson drawled deliberately, keeping a slightly playful tone to his voice. He looked at Jake. "What do you think we should do with a naughty wife, Jake?"
He felt her pussy flutter against his fingers when he called her their wife, reassuring and re-arousing her at the same time.
Across from him, Jake pretended he was thinking hard, a wicked glint already growing in his eyes as he slid his hands back up to squeeze her breasts, giving her nipples a sharp pinch so she let out a little yelp.
"Well now, Wilson, I reckon a naughty wife needs a punishment so she knows not to be naughty again."
Evelyn started squirming again. "I won't! I promise! I didn't lie about anything else and I won't lie again," she promised in a breathy voice as Wilson continued to caress her pussy.
"Glad to hear that, sweetheart," Jake said, but he gave her a stern look. "However, you still need to be punished for the lie you already told. I think a spanking is just the thing."
"A sp-p-p-panking?" Evelyn sounded torn between horror and curiosity.
"Oh yes," Jake said. "Right on your pretty little bare bottom. Help me get her in position, Wilson."
Evelyn squealed but didn't resist as the two men stripped off her dress and bent her over Jake's lap.
Her creamy bottom turned up, the fringe of curls between her legs and the wet pink of her pussy altogether was a glorious sight, and Wilson stepped back, starting to undress himself as he watched Jake take their new bride in hand.