by Chloe Maddox
Luke and Travis helped me put on the lingerie and the veil. The piece they got me was even more revealing than I imagined: the small cloth covering my pussy and my nipples could both be removed.
“You look gorgeous,” Travis complimented when they spun me around in front of them. “You look like you’re always ready to fuck.”
I giggled back at him and nodded. “I am.”
Luke clapped his hands and then gave me a soft slap on the ass. “That’s exactly the kind of response we expect from you, wife. You’re already doing a good job.”
I winked at him and wiggled my ass. “Would you like some beer before you get hard again and decide to fuck me one more time in my wedding dress?”
That must have gotten the boys really aroused because they were both nodding like children excited to open a new toy on Christmas. Well, I was the toy and I was ready for them to play with me. Nothing would please me more.
As I headed to the kitchen and got us all some bottles of beer I kept on moaning as loudly as I could, “Oh… p-please… hurry and let me drink. I want to get drunk and let you fuck me until I scream and lose my mind. Ooh, y-yes my pussy’s so wet… I need your cocks. I need your cocks ah, ah ah f-fuck me!”
Those words were all I needed to get them hard again. When I got back to the room they both had their cocks out but they were patient enough to let us drink before having sex one more time. I kept on moaning and purring as I drank my beer. Occasionally I’d even tease them by slowly rubbing my pussy with my fingers and with the cold form of my bottle.
By the time our drinks were done I was tipsy and ready to fuck. Fortunately for me, I had two husbands were just as anxious to throw the world away and focus on nothing else but fucking me all night long.
Epilogue
The following day I spent my time slowly regaining my strength. We had so much sex during our “wedding” that I was completely drained and weak. Luke and Travis allowed me to rest and when they did get a little too horny all I had to do was open my mouth and let them masturbate until they could spill their seed on me. I drank their cum like it was manna from heaven.
The days became a blur as I spent my time with my two “husbands.” I did anything a good wife would do: I cooked for us, cleaned the house and always stayed ready for their sexual appetite. I still went to school but on the very first day out of the lodge, I made it a point to move out of the dormitory.
When I did pack all my things I saw Jenny was anxious, more anxious than she usually was. I guess she didn’t like the idea of getting a new roommate, especially if there was a chance the newcomer would be worse than me. She didn’t say it but I could feel her fear of getting a roommate who was always drunk, getting in trouble with boys or just being a bad student. I was all of that but at least I never showed it to her. I had the decency to be a drunken slut outside the campus, not while in it.
In the end, I didn’t even wave goodbye. She was always a bitch to me and so this time I walked away without even acknowledging her. Getting a roommate was her problem, not mine.
My professors, on the other hand, were a lot less awkward to talk to. I don’t know why but they all said I looked happier and glowing. Maybe I looked more appealing because all of my male teachers decided to just give me a passing grade without the need of taking extra projects or retake some exams. My female teachers were a little less forgiving – of course, since I guess I can’t use my sex appeal on everyone – but even they decided to be more lenient with my deadlines.
I also had to deal with my family back at home. They had no idea I was living with two husbands. They had no idea I was becoming so sexually active I could have passed as a stripper or a porn star at this point. Well, I guess I was the latter now since Luke liked to take videos every time they were fucking me in the house or in their trucks.
By the time I got all that done and moved my things to Luke and Travis’ house – I had some clothes at their usual house and then the rest of my things at the wood cabin – I was tired. I didn’t even see Luke or Travis that much for the following two weeks because they had work to finish.
During the days they were gone I was always back at the Drunken Stallion where Gabby, Sarah and the others would welcome me warmly. I finally got to meet Betty again, who turned out to be one of the most popular strippers in the area. I should hope so since she had a bombshell of a body.
It was in the second week after moving in that I got to spend more time with my husbands. Luke got home first and he brought a nice surprise for me: a sexy piece of lingerie and I eagerly put it on. He didn’t even let me take it off when he fucked me throughout the night. Two days later Travis got home and he bought me a nice pair of sexy mini-dresses that I could wear when going out at night. I, of course, wore that too while they both had their way with me.
From that point on my life had become complete. I was busy with school and was finally on the right track to graduate. Travis and Luke continuously spoiled me every time they came back home from a week or two driving for work and in return, I’d open my mouth and pussy for them to do as they please. I loved every second of it too.
Days became weeks and weeks became months. In the time that followed I adjusted to my new life. Even after I graduated, a full two years after meeting Luke and Travis, my whole life revolved around being their little slut princess and wife.
I took pride in being the only girl they ever wanted. Betty once told me that there were lots of girls who tried to throw their pussies at them, even after learning they had me in their lives, but Travis and Luke never gave in. They could have had all the pussy in the world but they chose mine above all else. That made me the proud and loving wife and I wanted more.
When we got to talking about more serious topics other than sex, I did bring up the idea of legally marrying at least one of them. They were open to the idea but it was something we’d have to work on in the future. I didn’t want either of them to feel left out. We were a trio in everything we did and marrying one of them might cause some imbalance.
However, I did want to have kids with them. That would be fine even if I never marry but it would be a lot easier with the insurance bonuses and the like. Legal discussions like that bored the men though so I rarely put that up for us to talk about. I had no problem though since I always had Sarah and Betty to chat with. No, when it came to my husbands my mouth’s main purpose was to please them. Needless to say, I’ve been filled and drowned with so much cum and I still loved it. I still get excited for more.
In fact, the one thing that I loved to tell Sarah was how excited I was to get fucked by my husbands. She also admitted that she loved sex and that it was entirely natural for a woman to get addicted to it. She too was always ready to open her legs but lately, she was a bit more particular about who she let in to sleep with her. One big surprise was that she and Gabby were friends with benefits. It got me thinking of how that sweet boy performed when in bed but I didn’t really need to try. I had all the sex in the world with my husbands and they were always ready to try new things and give me more than what I’d expect.
Today, in particular, was a day where I knew I was going to get more. It would be the second anniversary since I became theirs. They were both coming home from a week of driving and to make this day special I decided to fill the living room with scented candles and to wear the kinkiest lingerie they ever got me. I even got handcuffs and locked my hands to the bedpost and spread my legs so they’d find me ready and waiting for them.
When my husbands came home they were pleased with what they found. I was pleased even more. Riding two through the night started as a simple drunken adventure and now it was my way of life. It was the machine that drove me forward and the fuel that kept me looking forward to the next day. I wasn’t excited for work, for my salary or what new thing tomorrow might bring. I was excited to see my husbands and let them have their way with me.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
THE END
DOUBLE Daddies
Chapter One
I looked at myself in the rear-view mirror one more time as I parked the car. My face was starting to look a lot more normal – the black eye was no longer visible under the makeup and it stopped swelling. The chip on my lip wasn’t that prevalent anymore. I could walk into a bar this late at night and no one would notice I looked battered and beaten.
I opened my purse and took out my lipstick and brush. Red lipstick would look nice. It would work well with my hair. I just dyed it dark red a day ago, right before I packed my bags and got on the road.
Wearing nothing but a pair of high denim shorts and a pink tank top I grabbed my purse, got out of the car and strode into the bar.
The Midnight Rodeo was not my type of bar – there were numerous topless girls wearing nothing but these skimpy skirts and large cowboy hats. Their tits were out in the open and there were a lot of strippers dancing on top of the bar counter. Even the bartenders were hot girls and for a moment I felt a little out of place.
“No, you’re just as hot as them,” I whispered to myself and continued inside. As I passed the tables I could hear lots of men whistling and hooting at me and one guy even managed to cup my ass. I didn’t mind. I didn’t swipe his hand away. I wanted to feel important.
I headed to the bar counter, took a seat and waved for a girl to get me a drink. “I’ll have a shot of your best whiskey, please.”
She gave me a nod, slid a shot glass to me and poured from a fresh bottle. “That’s a dollar ninety-nine. You don’t look like you’re from here.”
I sipped. Damn, this was good whiskey. I paid in cash and said, “Yeah, I just moved here, to be honest.”
“Where you originally from?” she asked. She looked around, saw no other customer in need of her, and just rested in front of me.
“New York,” I answered and finished my shot. “Pour me again.”
“Want me to just open up a tab?”
I looked at her. She looked a lot younger than I was and I was just twenty-four. “Ah, fuck it. Sure, that’ll be easier. Place it under Selena.”
“No problem,” she replied as she poured me another shot. “Mind if I have your credit card?”
“Oh, yeah,” I said as I took out my card from my purse and gave it to her. She took note of my name and slid the card into their registrar. I guess from this point on I might as well drink my worries away.
“Thanks,” she said and, without my asking, poured me a third shot. She gave me a quick wink before she moved on to greet a few new customers seated by the other end of her section of the bar.
I watched her leave and then got back to my drink. For the first time since I left, I had some peace of mind. For the first time in days, I could just sit back and drink without someone ranting on and on.
“What’s a fine lady like yourself doing out here all alone?”
I turned and saw a tall hunk of a man in a red plaid shirt and tight jeans standing beside me. He had in his hand a bottle of beer and it was only after studying him for a second did I notice his leather cowboy boots and elegant wristwatch. The stranger had a lean, muscular build, a neatly trimmed beard, dark hair and brown eyes. He must have been at least ten years older than me though but that didn’t seem to dissipate the big grin he had on his face.
“Oh, I was just wasting away my troubles,” I answered him and beckoned for him to sit beside me. I then reached out my hand and he shook it with a strong, firm grip. “I’m Selena, by the way.”
“I’m Richard but you can call me Dick,” he introduced himself.
I giggled when I heard his nickname and he must have noticed because he simply grinned back at me. “You actually let people call you Dick? That’s just opening the doors for all sorts of innuendos and jokes.”
Dick laughed back and nodded. “Yeah, I get that a lot. It’s okay though, at least I have a dick to be proud of.”
Wow, he ain’t wasting a second here. I chuckled and then reached for his bottle. He gave it to me without hesitation and just watched as I drank.
“Mind if I ask what troubles you’re drinking away?” he asked me. He waited for me to finish and then he took the bottle back and drank as well.
I waved at the bartender and signaled to get me a bottle of beer as well. I then looked at Dick and said, “My boyfriend – well, ex-boyfriend now – beat me a lot. I didn’t want to deal with it anymore so I ran away. I just dyed my hair, packed my things and left.”
Dick took the bottle of beer from the bartender then handed it to me. He then cocked his head in response to my story and replied, “Damn. I can’t imagine why anyone would be such an asshole to you.”
“Considering I did everything he ever fucking wanted,” I pointed out, “he still beat the shit out of me.”
“So do you have any plans for your new life here?” Dick asked me.
I shook my head, “Not really. I still have some cash but I need to start looking for a job soon.”
“What was your job back home?”
“I did some modeling work,” I answered him and took a sip from my bottle. “I didn’t get to finish college. There were just too many bills to pay.”
Dick caressed my cheek with the back of his hand and he gave me a heart-melting smile. “I can give you a job.”
I laughed. “What kind of job? Porn?”
He burst out laughing and shook his head. “No, nothing like that. I just re-launched my company along with my friend and we need a reliable secretary to help us with our papers, schedules and more. You’d be perfect for that.”
“How can you tell, we just met?”
Dick pinched my cheek and I stuck my tongue out at him. He laughed and said, “You’re so cute. Well, you can keep up a good conversation and you seem like a pretty smart girl. You’re also pretty gorgeous so that’s always a plus.”
My cheeks flushed warm and red and I looked at him with a sheepish smile. “T-thank you. I’ll definitely consider the offer.”
“Great,” he told me and gave me a sudden quick kiss on the cheek. I felt giddy inside. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer. Deep inside I knew I should shove him off but I was feeling so comfortable and wanted that I let him. “You got a place to stay?”
I nodded. “Uh, what was the name of that place? The Alpine Hotel?”
Dick opened his mouth and he gave me a simple “Ah, yeah. I know that place. It ain’t too far from here. If you want to rest later, I can help you there. We can talk business tomorrow. I want to introduce you to my business partner and friend.”
Is he going to go with me to my hotel room? For a moment I felt my blood rush and I got a little nervous. I wanted a man’s attention but I wasn’t so sure of fucking anyone right now, especially after finally getting away from my damn ex-boyfriend.
I decided it was time to find out. “Well, I’m just going to finish this bottle and then head over. I’m dead tired from all that driving.”
“I’ll help you get there and then I have to head out,” he told me. I was a little shocked he didn’t even try to press me about stepping into my room or whatever. “Can we meet tomorrow after lunch at the donut shop across the street from your hotel? It’s called King Creamer.”
“Sure, how about 1 PM?”
He nodded and waited as I finished my drink. I waved at the bartender who then handled my bill and gave me a receipt.
As soon as I got off my seat I wobbled a little bit and Dick caught me in his arms.
“Wow, you’re a little tipsy there, missy,” he exclaimed with a grin. He squeezed me a bit in his arms and I felt him reach up to cup a feel of my tits. I loved it. “You sure you can get to your hotel?”
I shook my head and just slumped even more into his care. “N-no, I’d appreciate it if y-you can help me.”
“Come here then lassie,” he told me as he helped me up on my feet. I was so small in comparison to him I felt like a little girl bein
g guided by her daddy. “Let me take you to my car.”
“Oh w-what about mine?”
He kissed me on the cheek and just gave me a squeeze on the waist. “We can get it tomorrow. You’re in no shape to drive right now.”
Well, he was right about that. I couldn’t count how many shots I had. I didn’t even remember if I ordered a second or third bottle of beer. All I could think of right now was that some hot hunk in a plaid shirt was cupping my tits and hugging me tight.
Dick helped me out of the bar, holding me tightly, and he walked me to his car. My eyes were getting droopy and I couldn’t walk all that well but when I checked his car was not what I expected a country cowboy to drive. I was expecting a big pickup truck with giant wheels but he led me to this gorgeous, sleek two-door sports car.
“Woah,” I exclaimed when I got comfortable in my seat. Dick got in the driver’s side and he leaned in towards me to buckle my safety belt. I could feel his breath on me… God, fucking kiss me damn it.
A warm sensation surged through me when I did feel his lips press down on mine. Within a single moment, he crushed me down with the pressure of his affection. When I opened my eyes I saw his staring back down at me; they burned deep into my soul and I felt the knot in my gut twist and turn. I was too weak to reach up and cup his face but I didn’t need to – as we kissed he leaned in some more and before I knew it he had his hands in my shirt, grasping at my breasts. I felt his fingertips dance upon my nipples and the weight of his palms press down, causing me to gasp and moan in anticipation for more.
However, before I could open myself for more and to beg for his lust he parted our lips and sat back down on his seat.
“D-dick?” I called out to him as I weakly turned to face him. I was wet and warm and the temptation to just rip off my clothes and please myself right then and there was overwhelming. I was in a car with the hottest stranger I’ve ever met. It kind of made me glad that my relationship with Matt didn’t work out.
