by Vanessa Vale
We were married. We could do the things we’d done and more. No one would stop us or question us or think it inappropriate or wrong. I wasn’t a loose woman.
No, I was a married woman. And while these men didn’t have the hefty bank accounts my father had been searching for, they had kindness. Honor. If it weren’t for Ginny and Georgia, money concerns wouldn’t even linger.
But I could do nothing for either of them at the moment.
Being married wasn’t going to change. It was forever. Forever. Was being married to James and Jonah so bad? They were kind, albeit stern. Honorable. Thoughtful. Kind. Handsome. I couldn’t forget that. And they desired me. Blatantly. Thoroughly.
I looked down at the patchwork quilt and bit my lip. “It’s… it’s still our wedding night and… and I’m quite awake now,” I said.
A rumble came from James’ chest that sounded awfully like a growl. I looked to him, his eyes dark, his jaw clenched. The black eye made him look even more rugged, and made my guilt flare. Jonah, all big and broad, stood and held out his hand. Taking it, he helped me from the bed as James lit the other oil lamp, the room growing brighter.
My feet were bare, the wood floor cool.
Looking down, I could see… oh my! The top of Jonah’s cock, all hard and dark colored, poking out from the top of his loose pants.
I gasped and Jonah lifted my chin with his fingers. He looked down at me with those pale eyes and smiled. He had a few lines on his face, a hint of gray at the temples of his wheat colored hair, reminding me of our age difference. Here, now, it mattered not. I desired him and there was no question he was eager for me in return.
“Don’t go shy on us now, Kitten,” he murmured, reminding me of how bold I’d been earlier. His hands moved to the buttons at the top of my dress, taking his time to undo each one until my dress gaped open, the material loose on my shoulders.
He stopped then, sat on the edge of the bed. The ropes creaked with his weight. James sat up so they were both watching. Two virile, handsome men, their bodies well defined in the lamplight. Tousled hair, toned flesh, hard cocks. And all mine.
James tipped up his chin and I couldn’t miss the black eye. “Show us, wife. We want to see every inch of you.”
His words were seductive. Alluring. The way they looked at me was… intoxicating. My nipples hardened beneath my corset, my pussy… I knew now that it was wet in eagerness for them. My body heated and all thoughts of anything beyond this room fled.
I shrugged the dress off of one shoulder, then the other, working it down my arms. It caught about my waist, and I pushed it down, letting it fall to the floor. Beneath, I wore a corset, shift, stockings. I had no idea where my drawers had gone.
Jonah tugged open the placket of his pants, his cock falling into his hand. He began to stroke it in a tight fist from root to tip as his eyes roved my body.
I studied him, from his corded forearm flexing as he stroked himself, to the chiseled muscles of his abdomen, the flat, pink nipples on his chest, the whiskers on his chin. Even his tousled hair. My examination of Jonah’s body distracted me from what I was doing, and I fumbled with the stays of my corset. Soon though, it was undone and at my feet as well. My hair was unbound and long down my back. My shift was thin, white and so fine as to be almost see-through. It had meant nothing to me, before now. I didn’t have to look to know my nipples would be poking against the fabric, their darker color obvious. Lower, I was sure they could see a hint of my pussy.
I was nervous, for no man had ever laid eyes upon me like this. While they’d touched me intimately before, I’d been clothed. This was something else entirely. I wasn’t just taking the pleasure—or punishment—they were giving me, I was offering now.
In one bold move, I took off my shift, tossed it to the floor. I was bare now except for my stockings. My heart fluttered beneath my breast, my breathing coming out in little pants. Waiting.
The men just stared. And stared. Even Jonah stilled the motion of his hand on his cock.
“Fuck,” James whispered. Finally, he moved to sit on the bed beside Jonah. He curled a finger, beckoned me over.
I took the two steps that separated us. With them sitting, my breasts were level with their eyes.
James cleared his throat. “You’re lucky, Kitten, to have two husbands.”
“Oh?” The sound was barely loud enough to hear, for I could smell their dark, manly scents, see their corded muscles, even the whiskers on their jaw.
“Two mouths to suck on your breasts,” James commented, just before leaning forward and taking a nipple between his lips.
Jonah followed and the sweet suction of their mouths had me crying out. The feel was different, they laved me in different ways, but it was so carnal, so wicked, I squirmed. I had no idea a man would put his mouth there. And suck. Nip. Tug.
My hands went to the tops of their heads, their silky hair tangled in my fingers.
“Don’t stop!” I cried as Jonah cupped my breast in his palm.
They didn’t reply, just continued to… to play. I knew what a climax felt like now, and it wasn’t going to happen from their very thorough attentions to my nipples. I was aroused, pushed close to coming, but it wouldn’t give me the completion I wanted. No, it only worked me up, made me frantic. They played. Were they making me as crazy, as eager as they were?
I had no idea how much time had passed when they lifted their heads. Their hair was tousled from my grip, their faces tight with desire. They were so different in look and temperament. Everything about them was like night and day, and yet I wanted both of them. It seemed together, they made up what I needed.
Jonah undid the tiny bow on the ribbon holding up my stocking. “Two men to help you with this.”
James did the other and they worked them down my legs. I stepped out of one, then the other.
I was now bare to them.
James hooked a hand about my waist and tugged me onto him as he fell onto his back, kissing me. We’d kissed at the end of the wedding ceremony, a quick chaste one. Nothing like this. His tongue was in my mouth as it had been one other time, as if I were providing the life essence he needed to survive.
I lay atop him, my breasts pressed into his hard chest, my legs parted by one of his. My pussy pressed into his hard thigh, and I began to ride it, just as I’d done Jonah’s hand on the horse.
A hand slid down my back and over my bottom, then lower. My bottom pushed back of its own volition, wanting more, knowing what fingers there could do. Jonah.
James’ hands roamed as well, as if the two of them were learning me. How I felt, how I responded.
“I envisioned taking my time with you, getting you beneath me and breaking open that pussy nice and slow,” James said, his words rough. His hands settled on my hips and squeezed.
“Please,” I begged, feeling how hard he was against my belly. I wanted that in me. Filling me. Jonah’s hand wasn’t enough. James’ touch wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed it all.
James pushed me up and off him so I was on my knees straddling him. I watched as he tugged open his pants, pushing them down just enough to free himself. His cock, the one I’d sucked until he spurted his seed down my throat, pointed straight up at me. Thick and long, I had to wonder now how it had fit in my mouth, and I questioned whether it would fit into my body.
“I’ll fit,” he replied, as if he could read my mind. “Climb on, Kitten. Yes, that’s it. Oh fuck, right there, you’re coating me in all that sweet arousal.”
I felt the broad head at my entrance, pressing in just slightly. I clenched down, wanting more.
“Fuck,” he growled, gripping my hips again and pulling me down onto him.
I was wet and it eased his entry, but he was big and I was untried. Now I understood why they’d resisted working their fingers into me before. He was thick, so thick he was stretching me to accommodate him.
I gasped at the feel and he lifted me easily, then lowered me. I fell forward, my hands resting on
either side of his head. My hair was a thick curtain around us. While it seemed like we were alone, we weren’t. I felt Jonah’s presence behind me, his hand stroking my bottom, my back as I took more and more of James’ cock.
I winced as I felt my virginity give way and all at once, I sank onto him, all resistance gone.
He groaned. I gasped. I clenched, squeezed, adjusted to being filled completely.
Jonah brushed my hair off to one side, exposing the back of my neck. I felt his warm body as he leaned in, kissed me there.
“Kitten, look at you take all of James like a big girl,” he praised. “But that’s not all. You’ll get me, too. Here.”
His finger pressed against my back entrance and my eyes—which I hadn’t even known were closed—flew open. “Sir!” I cried.
While Jonah had told me to call him Sir while I was being punished, I fell into calling him that easily, especially when I looked to him for guidance. He was older, more knowledgeable. His words, whether stern rebuke or sexy admiration, settled me. Even now, with his slick finger circling my most forbidden place and… entering, I let him. He would not hurt me, and so far, only made me feel good, even the spanking. The placement of his finger, it was so… dominant. I couldn’t be any more vulnerable to him. To both of them. And yet, I wanted it.
I looked down at James, who was grinning. Sweat dotted his brow, and I could feel the snug grip of his fingers on my hips, but I knew he was happy. He was deep in me, exactly where he wanted to be. And Jonah didn’t want to be left out.
When he pressed a slick fingertip deeper into me, easily breaching me there, I gasped. Cried out. Clenched down. Oh, it felt so strange. So good.
“Fuck, she’s going to make me come, and she hasn’t even moved yet,” James snarled.
“She’ll take a cock in her ass, too. Not this first time, but soon. She’ll get my finger for now. Take your men for a ride, Kitten.”
I didn’t know what Jonah meant, but James lifted me up a little bit, then pulled me back down.
“Oh,” I gasped.
“Again,” James said, and this time, I repeated the motion on my own. As I lifted, I came off of James’ cock and Jonah’s finger, but I felt empty. I dropped back down, taking them both to the hilt.
The combined feeling of fullness and a bite of pain at being so new to… fucking had me wanting more. I liked it. Craved it, just as I had Jonah’s hand and James’ mouth only hours before.
“This is fucking? This is what it’s like?” I questioned as I began to move, up and down, in circles, working myself on them, following the pleasure.
“This is what it’s like,” James growled, lifting his hips up as I lowered down. Flesh slapped together, breaths mingled, skin became slick.
And behind me, Jonah worked his finger in me in that most private of places, deeper and deeper until he remained still and I moved on and off of him. I was doubly penetrated and I loved it.
“I’m… I’m going to come. Oh, god.”
I was lost to the pleasure once again. It was amazing, and so different than before. They’d brought me to climax, but I’d been empty.
Now, lord, now, I was filled with them. I’d taken them into me, not just physically, but I accepted they were the ones who could make me feel like this. Lost, blissful. Happy. They weren’t taking. I wasn’t taking either. We were taking and giving. All of us.
I came on a scream, but there was no sound. It was caught in my tense body.
James groaned as his body stiffened beneath me, his cock buried deep. I felt it pulse, felt hot seed spill into me, coat me. Mark me, then seep out.
Jonah slipped his finger from my bottom, the sensations there making me pulse and come a little more.
A hand banded about my waist once more as I was lifted off of James’ cock and flipped about, tossed onto the bed. James stood as Jonah moved over me, leaning down so our eyes met. He’d yet to find his satisfaction, only adding to mine.
“Did you like me in your ass?” he asked.
The truth was obvious. I couldn’t lie, so I nodded.
“Soon that will be my cock.”
I squirmed at the idea, felt James’ seed slipping from me, coating my thighs. My bottom tingled, reminding me of where Jonas had been. I looked over his body. His naked body. I didn’t know when he’d removed his pants, but he was a virile specimen. His cock aimed for me, the pale hair I’d seen disappear into his pants before displayed as a thatch at the base of his arousal.
I parted my thighs for him, as I knew where it was going. I wanted him, too. I’d come, but I wanted more. It seemed with them, I’d never get enough. And while that scared me, I craved it more. “Fuck me, Jonah.”
7
JONAH
“Why are we going to Bridgewater and not your sister’s?” Tennessee asked James as we rode toward Kane’s and Ian’s house.
We’d intended to visit the group at the ranch over the noon meal, but our middle-of-the-night claiming had delayed us. After she’d uttered the sweetest words, Fuck me, Jonah, I’d done just that, sinking into her just opened pussy and losing myself.
Tennessee was my wife. My wife, not James’. Mine. I’d been caught with my pants down. Literally. It was an echo of twenty years ago, married because of an indiscretion. This time, though, I’d been guilty. This time, I wanted to pay the price. I got hard for her. Wanted to fuck her and fill her. Keep her. But James was to be the one to make her legally his. That had been his desire all along. The plan. I was to be the “extra” husband, a secondary male. But with one blink of an eye… with one flick of her tongue over the head of my cock, she belonged to me.
I’d gone to Butte the day before to help my friend find his wayward sister. Today, I was married.
There had been no way to explain to the minister James would legally wed her even though my cock had been in Tennessee’s mouth. I doubted the man of God had even heard of the small country of Mohamir, let alone was aware of their custom of two or more men marrying one woman. Bridgewater was expanding and well known, but their ways perhaps weren’t as familiar. Soon enough, a small town called Bridgewater would no doubt form and a marriage like mine and James’ would become common.
While she’d behaved with a deep well of passion, Tennessee wasn’t a quick tumble. While James had taken her first and she was no longer a virgin, she still had been an innocent. Well-fucked and satisfied, I’d settled on top of her, held her wrists by her head as my cock found her cum-coated entrance and easily slid in. James had eased my way, and feeling how tight she was, yet marked so thoroughly had only made my orgasm build at the base of my spine.
I hadn’t come in the church like James had and my balls had been full. Because of this, and the fact that her pussy was like a hot, wet heaven, I hadn’t lasted as long as I’d liked, especially when I felt her squeeze and clench about me, still adjusting to being filled. Her eyes had widened and held mine as I took her, her hard nipples poking against my chest. Her inner walls fluttered then all but milked the cum from me as I rubbed her clit with the base of my cock.
I’d taken her, spoken to her as I did so.
So beautiful. So tight. Such a good girl. I love seeing my cock disappear in your pussy. Oh, look how deep I can go.
I fucked her thoroughly, and yet it had been sweet. Tender.
Until she wrapped her legs about my waist, her nails digging into my ass as she told me harder, harder.
Then my little kitten had turned into a wildcat and I’d given in. It had been my pleasure to give her exactly what she wanted. A hard pounding. No dainty virgin fuck for her.
Oh no. Tennessee was going to want everything we could give her. And more. I filled her with so much cum there was no doubt who she belonged to, that it slipped from her still.
That was why we were going to Bridgewater and not remaining abed. While she was vastly eager for more, her untried pussy taking two big cocks had to be sore. If we’d remained at the ranch, we’d have fucked her again. And again. She needed a respit
e, even if for the day. I doubted James or I could wait much longer than that to get in her again.
And that alone was at the crux of my thoughts. Even though we’d just left the house, I couldn’t wait to be alone with her again. I barely knew anything about her—besides in the biblical sense—and I was curious to learn more. She might be impetuous, but she was also sweet. Passionate, but tender. Intelligent, but so very innocent in so many ways. I was old enough to want to share experiences with her, to watch as she found pleasure in them. We’d give her the world if that was what she wanted.
“We are going to Bridgewater so you can meet others with the same kind of marriage,” James replied, answering Tennessee’s question. “You can talk with the women, ask questions. I’m sure you are curious about Jonah’s ass play, of his talk about fucking you there.”
She tilted her head up to look at him, and I could see the way her cheeks pinkened. Our wife might be eager to part her lush thighs, but she wasn’t quite as prepared to get on all fours and stick her ass up for our cocks.
“Yes, but I know Abigail. I don’t know the others,” she countered.
“I do not wish to hear anything about how my sister gets fucked by Gabe and Tucker, nor do I want to know you collected advice on the matter from her. We are going to see Kane, Ian and Emma,” James replied. “Perhaps some of the others as well.”
I couldn’t help but grin, even though I didn’t blame him.
“Emma or Abigail, it doesn’t matter. I couldn’t speak of such things with them,” she said, her voice soft. Definitely not the naughty kitten now.
“I think you’ll find everyone at Bridgewater to be quite open,” I added, remembering a time I’d visited for a meal, almost all of the residents of the ranch in attendance, and Mason and Brody had taken Laurel into another room to fuck her. No one had said a word. Tending to a wife was of utmost importance.
