But when Kate came out a little calmer because she had been really pissed off before, she was covered in paint from our retaliatory fire. She grinned though.
I was hurting. I didn’t realize how much it would hurt. I had no idea how she could be smiling.
We went back to the motel dirty and covered in paint.
She headed to her room.
Ian and I followed her.
She looked up at us when we stepped into her room with her.
“I’m ok. Just a bit of paint and a few bruises.”
“Tonight, I want to run through most of 14-20,” I told her watching her reaction.
“How the hell will I look at you both and Ben and Richard in the morning?” she growled she wasn’t really upset, she was more frustrated. “I am not a slut! I have had one man and now one woman touch me, my entire life. Can you seriously say that you’re going to respect me in the morning?”
“Yes,” Ian and I both replied at the same time. We were both sincere.
She looked surprised before lowering her head and shaking it. “You don’t know what you are asking from me,” she said softly and turned away but not before I saw a tear fall down her cheek. “I need a shower. Where are we going to start? Threesome, then kink, wedding, making love and then divorce tomorrow? Next day, white wedding?”
“You don’t have to consent,” I said touching her shoulder.
“I lost a bet,” she snapped. “Do you want me to shower here or get clothes and come to your room?”
She didn’t let me answer and got a small bag of her things and we walked back up to my suite. She went straight to the bathroom.
Kate
I got in the bathroom stripped off naked, pulled my hair out and gave it a quick brush as I looked in the mirror. I was bruised from sky diving, I had welts all over me from paintball and my scars—well, they were from a lifetime ago. But other than the damage, I had a slight six pack. I had a nice shape, nice tits and bum.
Thank you, Emma and Carrie, for insisting I wax before I left. I took a breath and looked myself in the eye. I was uncertain but I wanted to do this. I was just worried they would see me and turn me down. I could hear them talking, so I went out to listen.
Naked as the day I was born, hoping they would find me beautiful.
Charlie
Ian looked at me. “Why do I get the feeling she’s just going to scrub her skin off when we are done? Charlie, she is carrying baggage that we don’t know about. I’m not sure I can do this to her. You have had threesomes. You have had your kink. I’m not sure she can handle what is about to happen.”
I looked at him. “Are you thinking she’ll change her mind half way through and we will be looking at rape charges?” The last thing I wanted to do was go out on a bad note.
“I think that we are going to take that woman and break her.
She’s more fragile than she lets us see.”
Kate stood in the doorway naked in the dark of the bedroom. “Thank you for your concern but I will be fine. Are you both coming for a shower or not?” She went back into the bathroom.
Ian and I looked at each other. We stripped off our shirts as we went to her.
She was under the water as we undressed. We looked her over, well tried, her long hair was wet and covering her up. There was a hair tie on her wrist and I took it from her as we got into the shower with her. I took her hair and braided it, so we could look at her.
I didn’t expect to see the damage on her. I didn’t expect to see so many welts that we’d caused with the paintballs and bruises that would have been from the sky diving accident. But the damage before we hurt her, oh I don’t know how she was still alive. There were bullet scars and what looked like knife and shrapnel. Then I saw the burns. The five marks on her lower back and buttocks that looked like whip scaring.
I looked at Ian who was looking her over, the man was really attracted. This woman had me intrigued. I wanted to whip the hell out of her for shooting me in the balls but I couldn’t whip her now.
Kate gazed down at her hands seemingly waiting for us to say something then got the soap and started to wash herself.
Kate
Charlie took the soap from me. “Let me,” he said softly before he lathered his hands and started to wash me. “Ian will do your hair.”
OMG, I had hands everywhere. They were soft and firm and Ian scratching my scalp like he was…I relaxed into it. This would be fun.
It was going to rub against my prude bone badly but the way I was feeling right now? I was feeling so wanted and beautiful. My body was coming alive for the first time in a very long time and I could tell by their touch, they wouldn’t hurt me. I almost felt revered. My head was directed under the water to rinse off.
Charlie
We washed ourselves as we watched her rinse off. Oh, that muscle tone and her beautiful hourglass figure. Her tits and ass were amazing.
Ian washed himself quickly and glanced at me. He pointed at her, bit his lip and mouthed the words, ‘Fuck she is so hot!’
She got out of the shower and we dried her before we let her dry us. A little exploration was in order before we took the next step.
“What happens now?” she asked as she finished.
“Is there anything you don’t like during sex?” I asked touching her shoulder lightly.
“Anal,” she said softly.
“So, we don’t go there,” I promised, feeling a little protective. I took her hand and then tilted her chin so she would look at me “Threesome tonight. Might throw in a little bit of bondage if you are ok with that.” She shrugged and I took her chin looking her into her eyes. I could see she was turned on but I wanted her completely with us. “Neither of us will hurt you. But I want to know that you are really with us on this. It is going to be intense but I promise, it is going to be fun.”
Her green eyes wouldn’t let me see fully what she was feeling. But her mouth said yes. I kissed her gently stroking her body and then asked her again, watching those walls in her eyes come down a little. She again said yes.
Ian was still not convinced and did the same thing. Only she again, consented.
We took her to the bed. I got out some rope and was quick to tie her to the bedframe. She watched what I was doing while Ian decided to get out the rabbit fur and run it over her.
She watched him. “What is that?”
“Rabbit fur.”
“It’s so soft.” She smiled biting her lip.
“Yes, your nipples seem to like it.” He smiled.
I looked at them all puckered up and tight.
Now we had her tied spread eagle to the bed, so it was playtime. We teased her. Kissing, nipping, licking then blowing. Stroking her skin and not once touching her nipples or her pussy. She swore at us for teasing her. We didn’t stop until she was reduced to begging. And I do mean begging.
I grinned at Ian then went and got some nipple clamps that were designed for pleasure. I showed Ian who grinned, before plumping her breast then he sucked on her nipple hard.
Her body bowed, her mouth open and her eyes wide. I bent down and did the same thing and she did it again. Every kiss, and touch she responded and I loved the way she did. It was total abandon.
I wanted to taste her but Ian beat me to it. He growled when he did. I settled with putting on the nipple clamps and kissing her beautiful mouth. Not with the bruising force, I used after the skydiving incident. But loving, gentle licks. I stroked my hand over her body lightly.
Ian groaned and I looked at what he was doing, he’d started to finger fuck her. She bowed and fought the restraints as I kissed her blind through the orgasm. It hadn’t taken him long to get her off but then we had laid the ground work.
Ian moved and kissed his way up her body and tightened the nipple clamps before he kissed and nipped on her neck. I got down to eat her out. I settled between her legs and stared at her flesh and blew on it gently. Her pussy was beautiful, soft folds of perfection.
She re
sponded with trying to shut her legs.
I put my mouth over her, thrusting my tongue into her. Licking her deep. My eyes rolled at her flavor. I could spend a month eating her out. She was sweet and addictive. I went back to teasing her. I wanted her to come like a fucking freight train.
I watched Ian make out with her and touch her. He used ice on her and she looked up at him before looking at me. Her head fell back as she panted. Her eyes were so beautiful as she found herself lost in sensation and pleasure. Her brain only comprehending our touch and the feeling it gave her.
Ian was having a great time. Poor fucker was toast. He liked her.
I pushed a finger into her gently and I was surprised to feel how tight she was. I worked her and sucked her then her orgasm hit as I pressed two fingers into her and she detonated again. She went lax on the mattress, chest heaving. Her body jittering with aftershocks.
I sat up and wiped my mouth.
Ian sat back and we watched her as she stared at the ceiling.
Slowly, she blinked and then her eyes fluttered shut.
I laughed. “Kate, we are so not finished with you yet.” I dragged my nail up the instep of her foot and she never even moved.
Ian laughed as he took the nipple clamps off her and released her arms while I released her feet.
She moaned softly when Ian put her arms at her side “Come on, we have more fun to have.” He spanked her beautiful little ass.
“Give me a minute. I haven’t had that many orgasms in a row for five years. You start. I will gather my senses and be right with you.” She waved her hand and sighed as her hand flopped to the mattress. She was sated.
I grinned at Ian. “Next bit involves sex,” I warned her. “You sure you want to come into it mid-way?”
“Just use protection,” she mumbled then sighed.
Kate
Now one man who was an insatiable fiend in bed was a task in itself. But two? HOLY FUCK!
Good thing I was fit, flexible and light. Well, Ian made it feel that way because he would just pick me up and bend me to how they wanted me before I would be fucked again. They were both teases. They made me beg and honestly, I don’t beg. But these two had me so heightened with no release, I felt like I had two choices.
It was begging, or punch one of them out of frustration.
I didn’t have a talent for deepthroating, never did. I gagged and once I threw up in my mouth, it was all over red rover. No more head. That had always been the way. But I don’t know what these two did to me.
I swallowed Ian’s cock during an orgasm, I think I heard my husband cheering from beyond the grave. Even I was proud. Even more so, when something similar happened and I swallowed Charlie’s. If you saw how big their cocks were, Ian’s especially… He had such a handsome cock.
If I didn’t have one leg up on Ian’s shoulder, the other on the floor, bent over backwards with him holding my hands in one hand. Charlie supporting my head while he thrust into my mouth. I probably would have done a happy dance. It was an achievement.
And filthy mouths, I talked dirty all the time. But never had I been so completely dominated or cared for with such dirty things being said.
Chris was an amazing lover. But this was primal, dominating men, giving and taking pleasure from me that I could never have imagined. All I had to do was listen and obey. I’d never been a submissive person. I took orders in the army as part of a job but I was my own boss.
I felt thoroughly well fucked by the time I lay between them. You couldn’t have wiped the smile off my face as I fell asleep.
Charlie
Between us, we fucked her six ways to Sunday. She lost all her inhibitions and when she finally lay between us asleep, both of us exhausted…I looked over at Ian. “Well, that was absolutely incredible.”
He nodded. “And flexible. Wow. I have never had a woman do that.”
I nodded, I had but she’d been a dancer. “I will marry and divorce her, then I am going to take her to get that white dress. Ask her to marry you. She’s a good girl.”
He nodded and moved some hair out of her face. “I don’t want you to die. I don’t know what I would do without you. It scares the fuck out of me. You’re acting like you and it just feels like nothing is wrong.”
I stroked her back. “I don’t want to die.” I couldn’t look at him. “But Ian, as much as I am playing up and doing all this?” Going to lie now, so he will think it is a blessing. “I’m in pain all the fucking time. I’m tired and when death comes for me, I don’t want you to be angry. I have lived my life my way. I have almost accomplished everything I wanted to. Mom and Dad will be here tonight to see me marry.” Before admitting, “This one is actually for Mom. She always wanted me to get married and settle down.”
He stared at me. “Who is going to keep me on track?”
I pointed to Kate. “Why do you think I picked her?”
He gazed at her sadly, stroking the scars he could see.
“She hasn’t been touched for a long time. When you make her your wife, you’re going to have to fuck her till she fits you like a glove.”
He smiled and shook his head. “She doesn’t want to get married. She will because she lost the bet but I don’t think she’ll let me touch her.”
I put my head down and sighed. “Ian, seduce her, make her feel safe and beautiful. She wants to be loved.”
“Then why is she running from it?” he asked.
I looked at him. “Brother, that is the million-dollar question.”
Kate
I’d woken up between both men who seemed intent even in sleep to protect me. That was a good feeling. But I had gotten out of their hold and redressed before going back to my room. I’d enjoyed what we’d done but I didn’t have a slut bone in my body and it was rubbing me the wrong way. I didn’t feel rape dirty, I felt slutty. Naughty.
I’d been a virgin bride and last night had thrown me for six, I never knew having two men all over you like a rash could be so sensual or feel so good. The minx in me though smirked, because I’d loved every single second of it. I showered in hot water till I felt clean and then got ready to go out. I put more time into my makeup and hair. Apparently, I would be getting married tonight and I didn’t want to look like shit.
I picked out a dress, it was white and navy blue. It had a tulle skirt that flared out and a strapless fitted top. It was perfect for a Vegas wedding, especially with the silver heels I put with it. I looked up into the mirror and checked to be sure I looked ok before I got my purse together. I’d just finished when there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find all four men looking absolutely, edible.
Ian and Charlie looked me over.
Charlie growled. “I loved you in shorts but I think that is my favorite dress.”
My cheeks flamed. “Ok, so dancing, drinking and fun?”
Charlie took my hand as we walked down the hall. Ian had his hand on the small of my back. They were both checking to see that I was ok.
“Dinner. With my parents,” Charlie stated causally as if that was a perfectly normal thing to do if you hadn’t just met your wife for a night four days ago! “You know, I didn’t ask if you wanted anyone from your family to be here, especially for two night’s time.”
“My parents are dead and everyone else is working. My kids are going to be pissed at me but well, that is for me to deal with.” Hmm, didn’t want to explain myself to them about all this.
“You have kids?” Ian asked.
I nodded.
“How many?” he sounded interested.
“Two. Ryan and Ella are about to turn four,” I replied while smiling. “Have you got kids?”
“Evie and Tim,” he answered with a smile. “Four and six.”
Charlie took my hand as the elevator doors opened. “Tell me you aren’t married.”
“Not anymore,” I said softly and that began our night of drinking and not surprisingly, fun. His mother and father were an absolute hoot. I had a good old chat with
his mum and sister about being a mum and kids and raising boys who were just like their fathers and daughters that were more like us than we liked to admit.
I felt like we’d bonded which was actually nice considering my last mother-in-law was and still was…a fucking nightmare.
Charlie got us all in the back of a limo and ten minutes later, we arrived outside a little chapel.
My heart kicked up a beat and I gazed at Charlie. He smiled and we got out as he calmly explained to his parents his bucket list and what he was about to do before he laughed as he told them what would happen in the morning before there was more fun and games. Then he dropped the bombshell that the day after, I would marry Ian for two years, so that he got to see him move on.
His parents stared at him like he’d hitched a ride on the crazy train and had gone completely insane.
I looked over at Ian who had no emotion on his face to read. That worried me. He was about as keen on the idea as I was. I was brought out of my thoughts when his mother glared at me.
Shit, here we go.
“What is your angle?” She snarled getting up in my grill. “Are you after their money?”
What? Huh? Why is she all up in my face? What fucking money? I was laughing with her literally two minutes ago!
“No Mom, she was a completely random pick. She knows nothing,” Charlie defended holding up his hand. “They have agreed to it and I have things in the works to make it nice and respectable. But tonight, it’s my turn. She likes me enough to go through with it.”
“She feels sorry for you,” his mother muttered.
Now that just made me angry. “Oi, I don’t think you know me well enough to make that judgement,” I snapped back at her. “I have been hanging with him for four days and we have been through some shit that has made us closer. I’m doing this bucket list for a little fun and to help Charlie. There’s no money involved. It there had been? I would have told him to find someone else.”
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