“It was me, of course it was me. I have the longer fingers,” said Jon.
“Both of you did okay. You’re both very talented in the finger department.”
They laughed and leaned over her, Shaun kissing her first and then Jon.
****
Sarah carried out the washing to the line, seeing both Shaun and Jon taking hay into the barn. They’d told her they’d work through lunch, but she didn’t want them going without something to eat. So once she was done with the laundry, she took a basket of bread and some cheese out to them.
“You can take at least ten minutes away from your chores to eat something,” she said.
“Yes, ma’am,” said Jon.
Neither of them had their shirts on and they were covered in sweat. She sat down and broke off a piece of bread, sat, and chewed on it. They sat too and dived into the food.
“We could do with some more help around here. I guess that’s why folks have lots of children,” said Shaun.
She looked over at them.
“We haven’t discussed that matter,” said Jon. “You have any preference as to which one of us fathers your babies?”
Sarah turned red. She hadn’t thought about it. Hadn’t thought that far ahead. They hadn’t used precautions so for all she knew she could be with child already.
“It doesn’t matter to me,” she said. And it didn’t. Both of them would make fine fathers. She’d be honored to carry either man’s baby within her womb.
“Then let’s allow nature to take its course and when you’re with child, all three of us will be content in never knowing whether it’s Shaun or mine’s baby you’ve conceived.”
“Sounds fine with me,” said Shaun.
She smiled. They were both handsome and tall so it would probably be difficult to tell who’d fathered the offspring.
Sarah wiped some perspiration from her face. The barn was stifling, even worse than the house.
“I’m going for a swim in the lake, and yes, I’ll be real careful this time,” she said standing.
“I think we could do with some cooling off too,” said Shaun.
She didn’t argue with them as they headed to the lake with her, all three of them quickly taking off their clothes and running into the water.
It was cold, but refreshing. Sarah couldn’t believe how lucky she was to have found Jon and Shaun to live in this beautiful place. She might regret thinking that once she got a taste of the Montana winter, but at least she had not one, but two men to snuggle with when it got below freezing.
Shaun splashed her with water. She splashed him back. Jon splashed both of them.
They headed toward her and she knew they had something planned so she ran toward the shores, laughing and almost falling face first. They caught up to her both wrapping their arms around her and kissing her.
That’s when she sensed someone was standing there watching them. A woman carrying what looked like a loaf of bread covered in a gingham cloth.
“Nothing but fornication if ever I saw it. I don’t want you eating my bread.”
She turned and left.
“Who was that?” asked Sarah.
“Mrs. Nealon, who’s the chairwoman of the Grantsville Ladies’ Society.”
Chapter Eight
Sarah hadn’t said much since the incident that afternoon. Jon knew she was upset about Mrs. Nealon’s comments. He knew she wanted to fit in with the community and wanted to keep their arrangement their little secret for as long as they could.
“You’re going to strain your eyes if you read that far away from the lamp,” Jon told her. Shaun looked up too.
“I’m okay, really I am.” She’d set about darning socks for both of them.
“You could get yourself some material and make a dress,” said Jon.
“I could. In fact, that’s what I was planning to take with me to the sewing club.”
“Mrs. Nealon probably won’t say anything about what she saw going on here,” Jon continued.
Shaun raised his eyebrows without looking up from his book.
“Perhaps if she were suddenly struck mute, that might be true,” said Sarah not taking her eyes off the darning.
Shaun made a sniggering sound like he was about to burst out laughing. Jon kicked the bottom of his boot.
He looked up. “What?”
Jon nodded his head in Sarah’s direction.
“I wouldn’t worry about anything. Most of the women don’t listen to gossip in Grantsville,” said Shaun.
****
Could you hear silence? Sarah wasn’t sure, but the room had gone from deafening chatter to no one talking as she’d entered the Tuesday night meeting of the women’s social group. She was frozen on the spot and couldn’t run when everyone turned around to look at her.
Shaun had been wrong.
A lady wearing a pink hat stood and approached her.
“We don’t wish your sort in our group nor in our community. We assumed you were married to Mr. Nolan, but we’ve learned that’s not true and that you’re living under the same roof without the blessing of your union. And if that’s not sinful enough, you’re also living with Mr. Delaney too.”
“And you don’t think that you can love two men at the same time?”
“Such filth to even think such a thing. It’s utter blasphemy. If you want to be with us, be part of Grantsville, marry one of the men and throw the other one out, or leave our community.”
Sarah wasn’t sure if she wanted to slap her or cry. The one thing she did know for sure was she wanted to run.
Run she did. She ran to the saloon, another unconventional thing for a woman to do. She went inside, seeing Jon and Shaun sitting at a table drinking. They both looked across at her. She burst into tears, turned, and ran outside.
Jon and Shaun were by her side in no time. Both wrapping their arms around her.
“They’re going to run us out of town. We’re sinners,” sobbed Sarah.
Jon wiped a tear away before it had time to slide into her mouth.
“No, honey doll we’re not sinners and Grantsville’s just as much our home as it is anyone’s.”
“I’ll never fit in because I want to be with both of you.”
“Then that’s their problem and not ours,” said Shaun. “We could be setting a trend. Hell, you think we’re the first trio like this? I very much doubt it.”
“Shaun’s right,” said Jon.
“I’m an outcast and my arrival here’s made you two outcasts too.”
“We’re staying put and so are you. To hell with the rest of them,” said Jon.
“I’ve ruined your evening too. Go back in there and finish your drinks.”
“No, let’s go home—our home—and show these people that we intend to make Grantsville home for generations to come.”
****
Who would have thought they’d have cheered Sarah up with their terrible singing? All the way home, he and Jon had sung. Finally, she’d joined in.
“My aunt and Nina used to sing in the choir at church, but I didn’t get the gift of voice,” said Sarah.
“Nonsense, you sang like an angel,” said Jon when they got home.
“How can a young woman be so lucky to find two men who charm her, tell her things she knows aren’t necessarily true, just to make her feel good?”
She put her arms around both of them. “They told me in order to stay in town I had to choose one of you and marry you.”
Shaun’s heart sank for a minute. Maybe she’d decided on doing just that and Jon would be her obvious choice.
“However, you know what I’ve decided? I’m going to stay in town and I’m going to love both of you until I take my dying breath. We’ll go down in history as the first woman and her two men who lived happily ever after.”
She walked away toward the bedroom, taking off her clothes as she did so. She stopped and turned.
“What are you waiting for? If we’re going to be the talk of the town, we mig
ht as well do something that people will definitely want to talk about.”
****
How far she’d come in such a short time.
She placed her hands on the side of Jon, who sat on the bed. She kissed him while he played with her nipples. Shaun sat behind her, running his hands over her ass.
He slapped her bottom.
“Who’s been a bad girl?” he said.
He parted her cheeks and ran his hand down within her folds. She hadn’t expected him to enter her quite so soon, and when he sunk his cock deep into her pussy, she raised her head up, feeling Jon pulling on her breasts as Shaun began to ride her.
“Put your hand between your legs and touch your clit,” whispered Jon.
She pushed her hand down through her curls, feeling the nub already hot and in a heightened state of arousal.
Damn those women. She’d show them. Probably jealous. Yeah, that was it. They only had one man. That one man was probably boring in bed and didn’t have the sort of cock her guys possessed.
Speaking of which, Shaun’s was hitting the back of her pussy as Jon pressed her finger harder against her clit. Wow. If these women had this sort of sensation, they’d be less uptight. Prudes, that’s what they were.
She curled her toes and cried out as the clit rubbing brought about her first release. Then the room span as Shaun made her come again. She closed her eyes, not even realizing that the guys had changed places and now it was Jon’s cock deep within her as Shaun ran his finger back and forth over her clit.
“I’m a lucky girl,” she said as she leaned over and kissed him, his mouth muffling the cry that started in her throat. Juices ran down her legs as she came over and over again that night.
Chapter Nine
Jon was proud of his girl. She hung her head high as she walked into the general store in town. They’re refused to serve her twice, forcing them to travel to the next nearest town. This time she’d said they’d serve her or there’d be hell to pay. He and Shaun walked into the feed store, loading up on supplies. The smell of snow was in the air. Winter was on its way and that would mean fewer visits to town and taking whatever Mother Nature sent their way.
“How do you men do it?”
Jon looked up, at first not sure if the clerk was talking to him.
“Do what?” he asked.
“Share a woman?”
“Nothing to it. Didn’t your parents ever teach you about sharing?”
“Sure they did, but not a woman. You both have her at the same time or you one night, Shaun the other?”
Jon smiled. He guessed they’d piqued folk’s curiosity. That’s what this blacklisting by the women in Grantsville was all about. It wasn’t a morality thing, but they were scared it would catch on with the men folk. Who knows, even their man might think of taking another woman to their bed.
“We share her at the same time. Although either of us can have her whenever he wants or if she wants.”
Jon smiled, remembering yesterday when he’d been walking by the barn and saw her butt naked and bent over some hay while Shaun fucked her like crazy. He’d stood and watched, growing harder with each groan she took, her hair working its way loose from her bun. It had worked him up so much that after Shaun was done with her he’d followed her inside, knowing he had to relief his itch.
He hadn’t said anything and it was if she knew what he wanted. She’d gone to the bed, sat on the edge of it, lifted her skirt and petticoat, and parted her legs.
Her folds glowed with the aftermath of her coupling with Shaun. Shiny, bright pink pussy lips beckoning to him. Soon he would dip his cock into the warmth that only Sarah could provide him.
Yeah, having another man saved you from having to go through the protocol of foreplay. He wouldn’t have it any other way.
“She’s a mighty fine looking young woman. Perfect childbearing hips on her,” said the clerk.
His voice brought Jon back to the future.
“Yes, yes, she is.” He wasn’t jealous, just proud of his girl.
And yeah, both he and Shaun were lucky men.
****
If she could make it through her first Montana winter, she’d be just fine. Sarah shivered as Jon and Shaun opened the door and stepped inside, bringing in remnants of a huge snowstorm that had moved in overnight. It was a new year and so far so good. They’d made it through some bitter cold nights. Supplies were running low and she’d made it clear to everyone at the general store they wouldn’t be venturing farther than Grantsville as the passes were closed, so they could serve her or face the disgrace of letting three people starve.
They’d served her, but someone had slipped in a Bible into their order with certain passages underlined. She hadn’t told either Jon or Shaun and she hadn’t mentioned the letter she’d had slipped slyly into her coat pocket on her last trip to town.
You are a sinner who’s going straight to Hell. Sex is not for pleasure but for procreation
Not for pleasure. She’d almost laughed at that. Her two men brought her nothing but pleasure. However, one thing had puzzled her. So far she’d been unable to get pregnant.
She looked at the men drying themselves off with the cloth she’d left by the door. She so wanted to give them offspring, but maybe she was barren. Wouldn’t that be sad for all of them. And no doubt the women folk in town would see that as a form of punishment for her sins.
****
Shaun loved the way Sarah laughed. It was infectious and made him and Jon always want to join in. It was early spring and the mornings were getting lighter. The three of them rolled around on the bed laughing as they both tickled her belly.
They kissed their way up her legs, parted her thighs, and Shaun put his lips on her pussy and lapped at her until she wiggled and Jon had to hold her still.
She tasted like honey as he speared her opening and heard her groan. Her face grew more beautiful when she enjoyed her release. Shaun never expected her to get sick just a few hours later.
“You stay with her and I’ll ride into town and bring the doctor back with me.”
“You think he’ll come? I mean most folks hate us.”
“He’ll come if I have to drag him here,” said Jon.
Shaun sat with her, holding her hand as she vomited and looked pale.
“Probably just something temporary,” he told her.
“Sure it is,” said Sarah.
The doctor and Jon arrived a few hours later. He and Jon walked outside pacing up and down while the doctor examined her.
“What if we lose her? What are we going to do?” asked Shaun.
“We’re not going to. If she’s sick, we’ll find a cure for whatever ails her, even if we have to ride for miles.”
They both turned when they heard the doctor opening the door and heading outside.
“She okay, Doc?” asked Jon.
“I’m sorry I can’t treat her or attend to her again. That’s my decision and I hope you’ll accept it.”
The doctor headed toward his wagon and they rushed inside to see Sarah sitting up in bed, the color back in her cheeks somewhat. She’d obviously need more treatment and they’d get it for her.
“Honey doll, did he tell you what’s wrong?” asked Shaun.
“I’m with child.”
Shaun wasn’t sure he’d heard right until Jon shouted with delight.
They’d secretly talked about the fact that she hadn’t gotten pregnant yet and wondered if she’d never be able to have babies.
“The doctor asked me if I knew which one of you was the father and when I told him no, he refused to attend to me or deliver the baby when the time comes.”
“Don’t you worry, we’ll get another one. One that’s more open-minded.”
****
Sarah had a rough start to her pregnancy, but by the second half she was busy making things for the baby and strangely craved Shaun and Jon more than ever.
“You think this is safe? I mean should we be doing this when you’re
with child?” asked Jon.
“We’ve never done anything by the rules before,” said Sarah. “So I guess this won’t hurt either.”
Sarah straddled Jon. Lifting herself up took much more effort now. Jon held his cock, allowing her to ease her body down until her pussy made contact with it and slid easily inside.
Both he and Shaun rubbed her belly as she began to lift herself up and down, riding Jon and letting him to some of the work for her.
Shaun got behind her, kissing her back, bringing his arms around the front of her body, and touching her breasts that were growing larger each week.
She patted her belly, feeling a stirring inside her pussy. Her orgasms had been more intense since she’d gotten pregnant and hence the reason she wanted Shaun and Jon to make love to her more as her pregnancy progressed.
Squeezing her thighs together, she made more effort to lift and lower her body, knowing that the added weight was probably hurting Jon but he never complained. Neither had Shaun who now held her close as she cried out and began to feel her climax building.
“Harder and more,” she mumbled as Jon raised himself up off the bed and speared her pussy.
She shook and raised her hands up as she felt him find release inside her. He pulled out of her and moved away, allowing her to lean over on all fours so that Shaun could now enter her.
He held her hips and then supported her big belly as he pounded inside her.
“Don’t be scared about hurting me or the baby,” she told him.
He pushed harder, faster, just the way she liked it, and the room spun as she drifted down into a warm, dark place where her climax slowly built. First in her toes, then her thighs—her curls were even on edge—and then, the payoff.
After that, Jon and Shaun lay on the bed, her sandwiched between them, touching her belly, feeling the baby move around.
“This baby’s going to be so lucky—not one father, but two,” she said.
“He’ll be the best-loved baby in Montana,” said Shaun.
“He?” asked Jon.
“It’s a boy,” said Shaun.
“It’s a girl, and I’ve decided on Kathleen Anne as her name,” said Sarah. “It was my mother and grandmother’s names.”
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