The Trouble with Three Husbands
Daughters of Venus
Book 1
By: Chris Genovese
The Trouble with Three Husbands: Daughters of Venus Book 1
2nd Edition
Copyright © 2015 by Chris Genovese
Published by Erotic Mayberry Publishing
Written by Chris Genovese
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Table of Contents
Intro – The Dove
Lauren’s Semi-Normal Life
Keeping it Together
It All Falls Down
Author Note and Dedication
When I started writing in this genre, I wasn’t sure what I was getting into. I’ve mentioned before that this all started with a dare. I’m so glad my friend, Donna, dared me to try my hand at erotica because I’m having a fucking blast and don’t think I’ll ever stop. The readers of this genre are so fun and open and true to themselves.
We’re talking everyone from the single mom to the happily married housewife to the electrician to the lawyer to the company executives. People from all walks of life like to chat with others about their kinky pleasures. And for those who don’t, they may just want to read about it. And that’s where I come in.
They say sex sells. Well it’s not just that. If the Marquis de Sade were alive today he might be excited by the openness we experience today. I love that. So this book goes out to all the readers and fans. I love you guys!
To my wife, for keeping me in line, for reading every word I write, for helping me try some of this kinky stuff, and for making sure what I write isn’t total shit.
And a special mention to my street team that spends so much time helping to spread the word about my books and everything I’ve got going on. I’d be getting nowhere in this game without you guys.
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I hope you guys like this first book in the Daughters of Venus series.
Chris Genovese
*The characters in this book are fictional and fully understand the need to use protection during sex. If it is not mentioned in this novella, it is only to prevent the slowing down of the story or interruption to the fantasy element. Have fun and be safe!*
Intro – The Dove
Daughters of Venus. The Chosen. The Sacred.
Why did things happen the way they did?
Men and women were meant to live together in love, understanding, and sexual bliss. To have and to hold through sickness and health…till death do them part.
And with death they did part. Death of romance and commitment.
Life changed.
Maybe it was payback for men holding women down and forcing them to be the submissive partners to their greedy appetites. Always considered the head of the household, men often took multiple women outside of wedlock. Life continued at this sickening pace.
Until women would have no more of it. And so began the struggle for power.
Women wanted to become global business executives and world leaders and more. Men were no longer relied on to bring bread to the table.
As couples grew older and grew apart, new life didn’t start as it once did.
Why is still uncertain. Something in the water or in the air or in the food preservatives perhaps changed everything. Future conceptions resulted in an incredibly high amount of infant sons and an oddly low amount of daughters. Women were becoming extinct and only born to a chosen few.
These rarities, these special few females were in great danger as man’s desires overcame them, turning some into savages trying to take what didn’t belong to them. While some protected the ladies, others hunted them the way man stalks prey. A man with a woman on his arm was considered a champion as the dwindling female numbers made them nearly an extinct breed.
One specific group of woman hunters, the Venenum as they came to be known, would chase, rape, and often enslave any woman they came across. To them, women were seen as evil temptation.
Then there was the group of men that seemed to truly understand what was going on. God was finally holding the female form on a pedestal. We’d proven ourselves where men had failed. We were to be loved, cherished, and coveted as the beautiful and sexual beings we were.
Men were being punished with a vaginal drought.
Our sex was finally seen as treasure. Our bodies temples. Our love a gift.
Those of us who survived the Venenum collected as many of the loyal men we could find and moved to a mountain retreat we called The Dove.
Here in our makeshift paradise, women reign supreme and can take multiple husbands. The men, renamed as fellows, serve only one purpose: to care for and please their Daughter of Venus, their personal Dove, from all outsiders, especially the Venenum.
This is our story.
Lauren’s Semi-Normal Life
My eyes fluttered open to the sound of a hummingbird nipping at the feeder outside the window. Birds chirping, neighbors up bright and early getting a head start on the day, and a crisp mountain breeze blowing through the window. Bentley’s arm, heavy and muscular draped over my midsection. What an incredible way to greet the morning.
Bentley’s shaved head, the dark shadow of stubble threatening to grow back, was something I’d always found incredibly sexy. As he slept, he blew out through a tiny hole at the center of his lips and they shook gently, rumbling, reminding me of how they’d felt the night before doing something so similar in between my legs.
I rubbed my thighs together at the thought, feeling a little bit aroused. I lifted the bed sheet to peek at Bentley’s naked body, just lying there beneath the Egyptian cotton spread. His flaccid member lay limply to the side. I considered flipping around upside down and surprising him by taking him in my mouth.
Wouldn’t that be a shocking wakeup call?
I liked the idea but I knew I’d be breaking our family rule. It was a rule I’d established to help keep the boys in line. Still, seeing him there, soft and in need of attention was too tempting. Besides, what was the point of being The Dove, the head of the family, if I couldn’t indulge in a little early morning hanky panky?
What would Venus do?
I quietly tucked my legs up under me and turned, putting my feet on my pillow as I crept under the sheet.
I was face to face with it, staring at his smooth, draped over cock. I loved the thing, an extension of the man I adored sleeping right there next to me. If I had to pick a “main fellow” Bentley would probably be it. I gently ran my fingers over his balls, and his cock moved. It stirred. It wanted me as much as I wanted it.
And I was wet, something I never had a problem with. Having a variety of men at your disposal will keep you always in the game.
As I threatened to drip on the sheet, I took his balls in my hand again and lightly massaged them, running my fingers through his curly brown hair. He jerked, his feet nearly kicking me in the head.
He was up, in more ways than one.
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“What the…” I heard from up near our pillows. “Oh…ha…well…good morning to you too.”
And then, like the man he always is, Bentley dipped his head down a bit, pried my legs apart, and kissed my clit. Just a peck at first, to greet me like the morning sun.
I grabbed his cock, which had begun to stiffen at a rapid pace, and held it in my grip. I put my mouth within an inch of it and was about to put my lips over the head when Bentley sipped from my wet pussy, a gesture I loved. Something about the thought of him drinking from me made me even wetter. And when Bentley devoured me, he liked to lap it up.
Damn he is good. I definitely didn’t make a mistake in marrying this one.
My head crashed against the mattress as Bentley dove in, planting his mouth against my swollen pussy and burying his tongue inside.
He rolled me over, so that I was sitting on his face. And as I looked down at his throbbing cock, I knew that I couldn’t touch it. It was against MY rules. This wasn’t his day.
He’d had me yesterday. Several times.
I sat up and let him stuff himself with my juices. I rested my hands against his thighs and pushed down against him, silently begging for him to make me come. The stubble of his chin pressed against my clit and nearly set me off. I was close already.
Eat my pussy, baby. Yes, do what you do best. Oh fuck.
It felt so good. He swirled his tongue around softly but quickly, knowing full well that time was of the essence.
“Ahhh, yes,” I cried out louder than I’d wanted to as I sat up and then slammed my open palms against his thighs.
“Lauren, mi amor, you alright?” came the familiar sound of Alejandro, or Alé as I’d nicknamed him, my Costa Rican stud.
I looked up at the doorway and saw him standing in it, wearing just a pair of boxers, his muscular chest covered in thick black hair. He’d covered his eyes and was rubbing at his temples.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
As he backed out of the room I knew he was upset. He didn’t like seeing me with another man. None of them did even though they each knew what happened on days that weren’t their own. It was all in pursuit of a daughter. The golden chalice.
I wanted to let the guilt sink in for some reason, as I cared for each of my men immensely, but Bentley’s tongue circled my pussy lips and plunged inside me again and I couldn’t concentrate. I closed my eyes and grunted, feeling like I was about to let loose on his face.
Mmmm hmmm!
“I wanna be inside you,” Bentley said in a muffled voice.
I wanted that too but I couldn’t.
“We can’t babe. You know the rules. You can play in the morning but no penetration. Connor would freak again.”
Bentley turned his head, taking a break.
“He’s a good kid but he’s very jealous.”
I wasn’t going to let him wiggle his way out of this one. He needed to finish what he’d started. I leaned to the right, finding his face and putting it back where it belonged.
“And you’re not?” I asked.
He chuckled and the vibrations in his mouth felt great against my swollen pussy. As I arched my back and dug in, I thought about what it would be like if Alé suddenly came back in and joined us. That never ended well. My men were way too jealous and too egotistical. They would turn me into their personal conquests, their trophy to be won, which was always fucking incredible during the experience…but you’ve never suffered soreness and muscle fatigue like the day after you’ve taken a pounding from three rock hard men.
I know, woe is me.
Bentley drove his tongue into me and used his thumb to tease my clit. He licked and rubbed, licked and rubbed until I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed his forehead and squeezed it as the convulsions rocked my body. I was coming and I could feel it draining out of me with each twitch of my legs. And Bentley drank me up.
And that’s how my semi-normal day began.
If you’re thinking I’m some poor damsel who’s been forced into a strange lifestyle with these guys, you couldn’t be more wrong. If anything, they’re the ones adjusting to this odd existence. My name’s Lauren, and I’m one of the Original Seven, the leaders of the Daughters of Venus religious sect, Boulder, Colorado division.
In our world, women reign supreme. Most of us were Christians at some time and some of us do still crack open a Bible for spiritual guidance, but our everyday lives, our driving force, is the love, compassion, and overall worship of the female form. In the Dove, women make the decisions and men are happy to be in our presence.
I have no sisters. For one girl to be born to a single family is almost unheard of, let alone two. That would be nearly impossible. Nearly. Two of the other Original Seven are twin girls. I have three brothers, one of which is here at the compound with me, married to Mayzie, a friend who lives two doors down. Mayzie and Lawrence will both be at today’s meeting.
Alone in my own bedroom, I finally had the chance to lie back and catch my breath. I’d been on the edge of hyperventilating for what seemed like forever. Bentley was like Conan the Barbarian in the sack. He was the best at going down on me. Each of my husbands had his pros.
Connor, who I’d be spending today with, was the youngest and could last FOREVER in bed. That was as much a burden as it was a blessing since sometimes I struggled to keep up with him.
Alé was the largest. The man was almost inhuman, all man from the waist up, all graphic novel from the waist down. And ever since I’d told him that, his favorite thing to say whenever he dropped his pants was, “Bam!”
I’m sorry if my head is buzzing with sexual energy. It’s not all sex with us. That would be ridiculous. We were actually a very loving family. Bentley was my first husband, and because of that he seemed to be the leader of the men. He came up the mountain with us when we first migrated. He’d been courting me since Denver, trying to convince me that he was one of the good guys.
A year after I married Bentley, I decided that it was time to bring a second man into hour house. It was tough on Bentley at first, but he knew from the get-go that it was part of our religion. A woman deserves to have variety and she deserves to have several chances at conceiving a baby girl.
Alejandro had come up the mountain with a squad of maintenance professionals. We hired only one company to assist with things we couldn’t do ourselves. We had to be very careful with who we allowed into our community. Alé seemed intrigued by our lifestyle. And he couldn’t take his eyes off my tits. Bentley agreed that he should be husband number two.
Neither of my first two husbands had produced a girl child. I’d had two boys but the girl wasn’t coming. I loved my boys though. It’s never certain in our lifestyle who the father is, but sometimes it’s quite clear. Little Anthony is five years old and I swear he’s a man trapped in a kid’s body. He’s just like Bentley.
Alex is six years old and the sweetest kid ever. His darker complexion made it immediately evident he was Alejandro’s seed. His father wanted him to man up, but I was always pushing for his softer intelligence side to win out. They’re a handful. And they keep their fathers busy. A Dove’s main responsibility is to continue trying for a daughter. So I was on a mission.
That’s when Connor joined the family. He was only fifteen when we first moved up the mountain. I’d watched him grow over the last seven years. He’d been a kid when it all began, just a lean youngster. The thought of taking him as a husband had never crossed my mind.
Then he turned eighteen and many of the other women were expecting his suitor request. He stayed single. But he attended nearly every meeting and I’d seen the way he’d looked at me. His dark eyes, like coffee swirls fixated on me. The short blond curls atop his head and boyish charm were enough to garnish several stares from me too.
I’m a full woman, not super lean, but not necessarily heavy. I have boobs that have breast-fed and I have hips that were made for child bearing. I have stretch marks for cryin’ out loud. My hair hangs to my breasts a
nd is blonde, I have what Bentley calls “green eyes of deadly ivy” and what Alé calls “an ass like J-Lo.” Yes, the J-Lo ass is still stuff of legend. I’m not a stunner, but I can hold my own. I wear sun dresses most days, hand woven by me.
My point is, younger and hotter women were definitely available in the Dove. And Connor was an 18, 19, 20, 21…22 year old who could’ve taken his pick. Why he’d waited for so long, I still don’t know. He claims it was nerves. I think it was fear of Bentley and Alé. My husbands were kind of intimidating.
Finally he requested a one-on-one suitor visit with me to prove his affections. The acceptance of a suitor visit is entirely up to the Dove. She makes the decision on who will be a potential husband. Connor had chosen me by presenting his request at the meeting with the seven, but I still needed to spend time with him and decide if I felt the same. Also, I needed to decide if he would be a good fit for our household.
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