by Cheri Chaise
When I rounded the corner, I was greeted with the sight of several pots of boiling water on top of the hot stove, flour scattered across the floor, vegetables just waiting for canning.
And Bret’s face buried in Stella’s dripping wet pussy.
I was instantly hard. “So this is where you disappeared off too.”
Bret didn’t even stop to acknowledge me, his tongue lapping at Stella’s core like a starving animal. My wife could do little more than pant from her position atop the kitchen counter just before an orgasm shuddered through her and she gripped my brother’s long, dark hair with a cry of sheer ecstasy.
My cock ached to be released as Bret backed away and licked Stella’s creamy goodness from his mouth.
“Mmm, best meal of the day.”
“Get over here, Bret, and take what’s yours,” Stella moaned as she slumped like jelly oozing down the wall.
“You want to finish the honors?” he asked me, gripping his veiny cock.
“Nah, you’ve earned it. I’ll just content myself to watch over your finale.”
Showing no hint of shame, Stella positioned herself on the counter for Bret to enter her while I took myself in hand. I hadn’t just watched since I came upon Bret fucking Stella in the stables, going on two months ago. Even then I couldn’t resist her draw.
I was so far gone. So into this woman. Her fighting and adventurous spirit. Her willingness to accept us however we wanted. Even if she never gave us a child, I’d never felt so lucky to have such an incredible woman in my life.
To share in her love so openly.
I pumped my cock in rhythm to their thrusts. Stella’s face flushed as she watched me hand fuck myself. Pulse pounding. Breaths hitching.
“Oh yeah,” I muttered under my breath so Stella wouldn’t hear. “Milk that pussy, brother. Fuck it hard.” Bret pistoned into her like he was one of his stallions, pumping in and out as she spilled cream all over his cock. “Yeah, fuck her sweet pussy with that big, hungry cock.”
I fisted my cock harder and pumped faster until I was panting like Bret and Stella. Mewls of her pleasure twitched through my hardness until I shuddered and coated my wife’s leg in cum while my brother coated her warm sheath.
Stella collapsed over Bret’s shoulder and I offered up a kiss of thanks.
“If you’d have come closer,” she wheezed, “I’d have done that for you.”
I gave her another kiss and added a little tongue before pulling away with a slap to my brother’s bare ass. “That’s okay. Sometimes it’s almost as much fun to watch.”
She kissed Bret and licked a bit of her musky essence from her lips. “Is that why Drew only watches?”
“Not quite,” Bret said, tucking himself away. “He only watches until given permission.”
“Oh.” She scrunched her brow. “Is that something I need to do?”
“It’s first got to come from us,” I said. “Then it’s up to you whether you welcome his participation in some other way.”
“So why does he have to get your permission first?”
I lifted Stella from the counter while Bret grabbed a broom to sweep up the flour sprinkled liberally across the floor. “Once you welcome Drew’s attentions, he can get pretty fixated on getting his pleasure from that one source.”
“Like his hand?” She grinned.
“Or your mouth.” I kissed her swollen lips again and enjoyed the hint of pussy essence. “Which is currently occupied with either me or Bret right now.”
I trailed my hands beneath her skirt to press a finger to her ass. I loved the fact that she went bare under there most of the month. Her gasp sent new life straight to my cock. “But once this is ready for me to take, I’ll leave it up to you to decide how you’d like to incorporate Drew into our love nest.”
Her eyes closed with a groan as I pushed deeper against her puckered resistance. “How can that hurt one moment and feel so good the next?”
“It’s the miracle of love,” I murmured into her neck.
She stilled. “What did you say?”
I pulled away and looked deep into her eyes. Those blue eyes that I wanted only to drown in. “I love you, Stella.”
Tears pooled in them as she searched my face. “I love you too, Cole Carston.” Then she threw her arms around my neck and wet my shirt with her tears. “So much.”
I glanced over her shoulder, but Bret had left us to our moment. A moment I was more than ready to dive into and let cover over me for the rest of my life.
Her whisper was tight with fear. “I want you to take me there. Tonight. Just you and me.”
I groaned with the desire that flooded me. To know I’d be the one to take her ass. That she offered it to me so willingly. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” She didn’t even hesitate.
“We’ve only gotten you to three bulbs so far.”
“I don’t care, Cole.”
“That leaves the largest two.” I pulled her away from my shoulder and traced a finger along her jawline. “You know how big I am. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. The only thing your touch brings me is pleasure.”
I kissed the tip of her nose. “We’ll take it slow then. But you remember your promise you made to me out in the meadow?”
She nodded with a tempered grin. “I’ll complain if it’s too much.”
I chuckled and cocooned her in my embrace and held her against my chest. “You do that. Shout it from the rooftops loud and clear.”
“But not so loud the ranch hands hear it.”
“Yes, Stella.” I spun her around and got more flour on the floor. “Let the whole world know how much we love you.”
She quieted. “Do they know?”
“Know what?”
“About what we’re all doing together?” Her voice had gone small. “Or at least what most of us are doing?”
“Our regular hands? Yes. They’ve been with us for years.” I set her down again on the floor. “The transients only passing through? It’s not their concern.”
“But will they tell others? I mean, about our rather unusual family circumstances?”
“Not if they know what’s good for them,” I growled.
She sighed and relaxed. Then pushed away with a cry. “Oh, the sauce.”
Stella scrambled about to grab a potholder and move a pan from the stove, grumbling about how we men were such a distraction.
I leaned over to kiss her neck and rub her ass. “Don’t get so busy in here you forget about our date tonight.”
“If you don’t get out of here before I burn another dinner, you’ll be on your own.” Her laugh reverberated right through me. “Now shoo and let me get back to work.”
I wasn’t about to stick around and ruin my chances for tonight. Not when I had such a willing and welcoming wife. No siree.
Especially when she was ready to offer up the last of her virginity.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Estella
I had nothing to worry about. No reason to be nervous. Cole wouldn’t do anything to harm me – I was sure of it now.
But such thoughts didn’t stem the anxious yet excited knot in my belly that kept me from enjoying the meal I’d so carefully prepared. Instead I sat at the desk in the living room to write a long overdue letter to Mrs. Barker, sharing all of the ups and downs of my kitchen exploits since my arrival at the ranch.
I told her of the scorched ham, mushy potatoes, and hard-as-rocks biscuits of the first meal I’d made before thanking her profusely for all the success her guidance and recipes had finally given way to. I’d even discovered a canning recipe she’d tucked away in the little recipe box she’d provided, realizing long before I did how much I’d need it.
However, certain exploits I determined were best left unwritten – namely the ones I enjoyed with my husband and his brothers. In particular, the mysteriously titillating new adventure that awaited me tonight.
While I busied myself with writing,
Cole and Bret carried the wash tub into my room while Drew heated water for bathing. By the time I sealed my letter and headed to my bedroom, the steam rising from the bathwater had fogged over the single window. A cozy fire also crackled in the cast iron stove to stave off the chill wind that moaned through the trees outside.
I kissed each of them in turn before they left to offer me privacy. The bite of heat quickly dissipated as I inched into the perfumed depths, the water soothing the aches of the last several days.
Cole quietly reentered as I languished in the tub, placing a jar on top of the stove before shucking his clothes like corn. “Mind if I join you?”
His sun-kissed skin glistened in the soft lantern light, revealing his earnestness to be with me. I didn’t think I’d ever tire of seeing his manhood leap and lengthen before my eyes. Only this time, its growing size did give me a moment’s pause.
I breathed deep. I could do this.
I smiled to cover my nervousness. “Just don’t slosh the water all over my nice, clean floors.”
He came around behind, and I inched forward to offer him room to slide down carefully behind me then lift me to settle on his lap. I tensed to feel his hardness between my cheeks. In silence, Cole stroked the cloth up and over my shoulders then down my back while his other hand explored and teased my breasts.
“Are you happy, Stella?”
“Very much so.”
“Here with us?”
“Of course.”
He was quiet for several beats. “I know it’s not an easy life, coming from what you knew. All the canning and cleaning…the cooking.”
“No, it’s not.” I thought about how much my life had changed these last months. My years in Baltimore and Washington – even Alan – almost seemed like a distant memory. “But out here I feel useful…needed.”
“Do you miss the east? All those modern conveniences you grew up with?”
“The noise. The traffic. The falseness of society.” I shook my head. “No. I do miss Mrs. Barker. My sister.”
“Your father?”
I shook my head. “I lost him long ago.” It was true. The relationship I’d had with my father died years before. “You’re my family now. And Carston Ranch is my home.” I sighed in contentment as Cole kissed my neck, and my body relaxed against his.
“I love you, wife,” he murmured against my skin. “Every part of you.”
“I love you too, husband.” I moaned and leaned into his hand as he rolled and pinched my nipples into hardened peaks. “I love what you do to me. How you make my body come alive.”
“You know I’d never hurt you, right?”
“I know.” But I couldn’t stop the tension that thrummed beneath my voice as I thought of where things were leading to tonight.
Cole stood and tugged me up to face him, water pouring from our bodies like a cascading waterfall. His tongue probed deep as his lips captured mine, and my concerns melted like candle wax.
He stroked my swollen bottom lip with his finger and stared into my eyes, almost as if he sought to claim my soul. “We don’t have to do this yet. Just tell me if you’re not ready.”
“No. I want to.” I nibbled at his lip. “I trust you.”
And no matter my trepidation, I meant every word.
He lifted me from the tub and slowly dried every inch of my body as I stood naked and unashamed before him. I almost missed having an audience, but no one peeked at us from around the closed door. This time together was all ours – just as I’d always wished.
After he toweled himself off, Cole plucked the jar from the stove with a potholder and rested it on the side table.
“What is that?”
“It’s an oil Bret came up with, mixed with a bit of goose grease.” I wrinkled my nose before he continued with an amused rise of his brow. “It’s to help slicken things up so it’s more enjoyable.”
“I see.” But I really didn’t as I stretched out on the coverlet.
Cole’s gaze roamed over every inch of my skin as his lids hooded and his voice dropped to husky depths. “Roll over.”
I obeyed, clutching a down pillow as I waited for the first thrust. But he gently came over me and just let his warm breath brush across the curls at the nape of my neck. Then ever so softly, he kissed my shoulder. Then the other. Slowly he trailed his lips all the way down until he licked at the hollow in the base of my spine before following the contours of my buttocks. All the while, my skin flamed at every erotic touch of his lips.
The huskiness of his voice reverberated through me. “Rise up on your knees, Stella, and raise this beautiful ass up in the air.”
Cooler air struck me right between the thighs as I did his bidding. His head slid in between, and he offered up a gentle smile before his heated mouth closed in on my mound. The sudden attention to my wet seam sent a cry of delight racing from my lips before I buried my face into the pillow.
While he sucked at my core and lapped at my increasing wetness, Cole traced his fingers deep between my cheeks until he found my tight opening. The warmth of the oil and grease coated me as he pressed against the muscles.
I gasped when his finger penetrated. It felt so much better than the glass tube we’d been using over the last few weeks. I’d tried to enjoy it. Oh, how I’d tried. But the cold glass never felt like this.
He pressed his finger in deeper as his tongue whirled and sucked away at my nub until the ache built in my belly. My breath hitched and the groan came from deep down in my soul. When release crashed into me, it was more thunderous than any I’d ever known as his slickened finger slid rapidly in and out of my tightness.
But Cole wasn’t done with me. His manhood thumped against my leg as he came over me and slid my legs farther apart. I lifted my head from the pillow to see him coating his hard length with the warm grease before pressing the tip against my tight opening.
I shuddered and tensed as the head sought entrance. “Relax, honey,” he cooed, stroking his oiled hands along the inside of my thighs. “We’ll go real slow, Stella.” He circled the head around my tight opening, firing every nerve ending. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
My heart still pounded with the explosive release, mixed with the tendrils of fear. But beneath the fear there was also anticipation of the unknown. “I want you, Cole.”
Green eyes sparkled as I arched my back for greater access. “I want you too, Stella. All of you.”
The velvety tip pressed again at my puckered entrance. I breathed. Breathed deep. Slow and steady as he continued to ignite every nerve in my body. My muscles relaxed to allow my husband to claim the last vestiges of my body.
When his full tip broke through, my buttocks involuntarily tightened with the shock of the burn. “Cole.”
“Relax, Stella. Breathe through the burn.”
He stilled and allowed my body to adapt to this all new experience. The burn lessened as he eased me into the sensation, my body stretching to accept his offering. A little farther in. And a little farther.
“Your beautiful ass feels so good around my cock, Stella,” Cole moaned. “So good.”
I panted through each explosive inch as he carefully sought to claim new territory. My breasts swung heavy, nipples pinched with desire as I widened my stance to accommodate him. “Don’t stop, Cole.”
I’d never known this sense of fullness as he slowly overtook this strange, forbidden entrance to my body. So deep. So scandalous. So incredibly erotic to realize I could offer myself up to my husband this way. To give him the one thing no one else had ever touched.
It sent fire racing through my veins.
My legs quivered and threatened to give out when he hit a spot that sent tingles all the way through my womb and into my belly. Then suddenly he was in, my body clamping down and pulling him eagerly the rest of the way inside as another release thundered through me all the way to my nub.
“Cole!” The cry ripping from my lips at the shock that reverberated through every cell of my body.
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My husband only thrust a handful of times before his hot release came right on the heels of mine, our cries of bliss echoing through the entire house. If the brothers had gone to sleep beforehand, I’m sure they were wide awake now.
We collapsed into a spent heap of sweaty sheets, exhausted from the effort our determined activity had required. I nuzzled into Cole’s strong chest as he stroked and kissed my hair.
“Oh, my Stella. My beautiful, willing wife.” He turned my face to his and kissed the tip of my nose. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“No, my husband.” I slid my lips over his. “Not bad at all. Thrilling in fact.”
Cole chuckled and wrapped me up in his arms like a gift. A gift he continued to give to me each time we came together.
I lay in his arms as his breathing deepened, drifting off to sleep while I feathered my fingers through the hair on his arms and stared out the fogged window. Cole loved me. My heart swelled to remember how those words washed over me like the cloth of our bath. How Bret and Drew were so taken with me too. I never knew a heart was big enough to embrace so much affection.
Yet I still yearned to reach the closed-off places of Evan’s soul like his brothers had mine. But as my husband had said, he’d come around in time.
I only wondered how much time it would take for him to join us and accept me as part of the family.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Cole
Frost edged the window pane in the pre-dawn light. Fall had arrived and winter was just around the corner.
I rose and dressed quietly before stoking the small cast iron stove in the corner, not wishing to disturb my wife. My warm, giving, and lovely wife.
Tendrils of dark hair curled around her ears and grazed her cheeks, no longer so pale after having been kissed by the Montana sun. Lips rosy and swollen after our night of lovemaking. Only a swollen belly full of promise could make her appear more beautiful.
I sighed. Four months with her lover hadn’t produced a pregnancy, and unlike the saloon whores, Stella had supposedly done nothing to prevent it. In all our letters, I’d never once imagined her being unable to conceive.
