by Vanessa Vale
"Yes, they do," he countered.
"No. What you did, what you've both been doing to me is so...so carnal...so indecent."
"It's carnal, no question about that," Garrett added. I could hear the steady beat of his heart, which proved he was real. Flesh and blood. "It's not indecent, Sarah. You're married. You're our wife, the center of our world now. What we do to you is not indecent in the slightest."
"That's supposed to bring me comfort?" I queried.
"If that does not bring you resolution, then consider this. You don't decide whether anything we do to you is indecent or not. It's our decision what we do, not yours. Your choice is whether you will find pleasure where we offer it." Tagg stood, grabbed women's clothes from the pile Garrett had brought. The combination of burly man and ladies things reminded me of how virile he was.
"Like you did just now?" I asked.
"A perfect example," Tagg replied. "Your ass was going to be fucked with the plug whether you enjoyed it or not. I was going to eat your pussy whether you liked it or not. It is most obvious your body finds immense pleasure when your brain disengages."
His words were logical, however I had to consider them. "And the plug?" I asked tentatively.
"It stays put," Garrett murmured. "Are you ready to dress?"
The idea of clothes was highly appealing. "Yes, please."
Garrett easily lifted me off his lap. When I stood, I felt the plug lodged within me. It filled me similarly to when one of them...fucked me. This was constant, and it was in my...ass. I couldn't close up entirely and the feeling of being stretched open, albeit only a small amount, was distracting. I clenched down, but to no avail. Standing comfortably required an adjustment to my stance just as Garrett had said; hips tilted, back arched. Unfortunately, it thrust my breasts forward and when I did so, both men were apt to look at me there.
"Turn around," Tagg requested.
I did and faced Garrett. Tagg reached around my middle, circling a corset about me. As he began adjusting it and tightening the stays, Garrett lowered his head and kissed me. Deeply. His tongue entered my mouth and explored and I couldn't help but touch my tongue to his. I didn't know what to do, but was learning quickly beneath their tutelage. Even as Tagg tugged at my back or when his hands came around to shift and position the corset, Garrett continued the kiss. I felt it...everywhere. How did a kiss make my pussy pulse? How did it make me involuntarily clench down on the plug? How did it make my nipples tighten. I could feel them against my--
Wait. I was wearing a corset but I felt the cool air on my nipples. Pulling back from Garrett's mouth, I looked down. I was wearing a corset, it was snug around my middle, yet it did not cover my breasts. They were lifted and supported well, but they thrust out in a very obscene manner. I wasn't overly endowed, but I still looked indecent.
Garrett placed a finger over my lips to silence me. How did he even recognize that I was going to speak?
"This is your new corset. It keeps your breasts exposed for Tagg and me at all times."
From behind my back, Tagg passed a navy skirt to Garrett. He opened the waist, knelt down and had me step in, then worked it up to fit properly, then buttoned it. Tagg held out a blouse--good, I could cover my naked breasts--and I slipped one arm in, then the other. The fabric was settled upon my shoulders before Tagg's hands came around and wrapped the white material around my waist and to the back where I felt his fingers fumbling. He did the same again on the other side, his fingers working once again, then stepped around to stand next to Garrett.
All the while, I looked down, watching him dress me, but in that time, my breasts did not gain any kind of coverage. The strange blouse seemed to have wrapped beneath my breasts and over the strange corset to fasten in some way at my lower back. It was a blouse without any breast coverage.
"Perfect," Garrett said, blatantly admiring me.
Tagg looked equally satisfied.
"My breasts are exposed!"
"Yes," Tagg commented, his voice deep with what I now recognized as desire. "Your breasts will always be exposed from now on."
Appalled, I exclaimed, "Why?"
"Because they are too lovely to cover up."
"That's...a flattering comment, but I can't be expected to spend my days like this. "
"Yes, you can," Tagg replied. "Soon, based on the amount of seed dripping from your pussy, you will be with child. Your breasts will grow and be tender. They will also be extremely sensitive and you will wish for us to tend to them."
A baby had not entered my mind. Tagg was correct, I could be with child now. However, I did not see any correlation between being uncovered now and a child close to a year in the future.
I put my hands on my hips, which, combined with the tilt of my hips, had my breasts thrust toward my husbands even further. "How can you say such things, private things, then have others see me this way?"
Garrett's mouth formed a thin line. "No one else will see you dressed in such a fashion. In town, or in front of others, you will wear an appropriate scarf about your neck. It will cover you modestly." He moved to stand directly in front of me and tilted up my chin. "No one, Sarah, no one, will see you as we do."
His vehemence was intense, yet very reassuring. The brothers may wish to do the most unusual things to me, but they intended to keep them as something intimate and secretive between the three of us.
"How am I to function with this thing in my b--"
Garrett's eyes narrowed.
"--ass," I corrected, remembering the consequence. "Also with my breasts...out?"
"You will adjust. That is why we call it training," Tagg stated plainly.
"Are there any other items you wish to train me upon at this moment?"
Tagg and Garrett glanced at each other.
"Your tone is filled with sass. You are warned that we will not stand for it."
With both men practically glaring at me, I swallowed and gave a small nod. "Then may I please have my drawers before I brush my hair?"
"Your hairbrush is in the washroom, but no drawers," Tagg said.
"We will lift your skirt anytime, anywhere and want access to that gorgeous pussy," Garrett added.
These men were insane! "No proper blouse, no drawers, a plug in my ass. Anything else?"
Garrett shook his head. "That is all. For now."
I huffed, spun on my heel and went to get my hairbrush and do something I could control.
CHAPTER SEVEN
GARRETT
"From her contrary tone, it seems the pill has yet to work. I expected her to be into her heat by now," I said to Tagg as we stood out on the front porch. Several horses were in the near paddock, another off in the distance, heads down eating grass. The sun was high, but this side of the house was shaded at this time of day.
Tagg fiddled with his hat in his hand. "She's a stubborn one, all right. Did you see her when she came the last time?"
It was a sight I would never forget. "Much better than you since you had your face buried in her pussy."
"You're just jealous," Tagg said with a grin.
"Damn right I'm jealous. I haven't tasted her yet," I grumbled.
"Sweet, like strawberries."
I couldn't help but groan and adjust my hard cock in my pants.
Sarah came to the screen door, yet stopped prior to opening it, one arm folded to cover her breasts. The look in her eye was wary, even though she'd been out in just her shift the day before. I went and opened the door for her, offering her no chance to remain inside.
"Don't hide from us, Sarah," Tagg said. "Show us how pretty you are."
Swallowing visibly, she took a fortifying breath then dropped her arm. She looked so pretty in her navy skirt and white blouse. All of her red hair had been tamed into a neat bun at her nape with only a few curls framing her face. It was the first time we'd seen her with her hair up. Her small breasts were plump and lifted to perfect mounds, her nipples a striking pink in contrast to her creamy skin. They were erect and p
ointed directly at me. Just knowing she had the plug in her ass had me wanting to bend her over the porch rail and fuck her. Hard.
I stepped closer, but stopped before she felt crowded by my large size. I reached a hand out and gently grazed her nipple, then stepped back. It furled into a tight bud before our eyes and she gasped. "See, if you were covered I wouldn't be able to do that."
She cleared her throat. "If it's all right, I'd like to fix myself something to eat," she murmured, ignoring the effects of my touch. She must surely be sore from three fuckings so soon after losing her maidenhead.
"Of course. This is your home now. There is a plate on the stove keeping warm for you."
She gave a tight smile. "Thank you." Carefully, gingerly even, she walked back inside. I watched her go, one hand holding the screen door open as she walked with a very erect posture and a defined swing to her hips.
I heard Tagg groan behind me. "Go," he said, his voice rough. "I'll fuck her if I stay. I'll take care of the chores, you take care of her." I heard him stomp off in the direction of the stable while I followed my bride.
I found Tessa placing her hot plate laden with breakfast on the table, her hand protected from the stove's heat by a cloth. Pulling out the chair, she stared at the hard wood seat.
"When you sit, lean forward slightly," I offered.
Moving around the chair, she lowered herself slowly, then quickly leaned forward. I could tell she'd found a comfortable position when her shoulders relaxed. I, however, was tense as a barbed wire fence. With every breath, her breasts barely missed brushing the wooden surface of the table, for when she made adjustments to sit without weight on the plug in her ass, it shifted her breasts forward so that they looked on offer as part of the meal. If they were any larger, they would most assuredly dip into her food.
"Would you like some coffee?" I asked.
"Please," she replied, opening her biscuit to smear on some honey from a jar at the center of the table, all the while sitting as daintily and cautiously as possible. It would take some time, but she would adjust. Once we started fucking her ass, she might not require a plug at all times. Most husbands in Liberty required their wives to have either a plug or a cork -just a wooden ring that kept her ass stretched but not filled - at all times, but they only had one cock to offer. Tagg and I would be able to pleasure both of her holes at the same time, therefore maintaining her ass by our cocks alone. The long term use of a plug was something we could consider as time went by. For now, the plug stayed in.
I pulled out my own chair and sat across from her, watching her breasts. What man could resist looking at his wife's breasts so invitingly on display, with pink tipped nipples just begging to be licked and sucked. How did any husband get anything accomplished during the course of the day?
"Are you sore?" I asked, my voice gruff.
Her eyes met and held mine. "I beg your pardon?" She wasn't asking to delay, but truly didn't understand the reason for my question.
"Your pussy. We fucked you three times and took your maidenhead," I clarified rather bluntly. "Are you sore?"
Now she flushed and angled her face away.
"There are no secrets about your body, Sarah."
"Yes, I'm a little sore." With her head tilted, she looked at me from beneath her lashes.
I stood, went to the counter and brought back a small jar of ointment. "After breakfast, spread some ointment on your pussy. Work some up inside you as well. That should help."
Her head lowered even more, but I could see the flush creep down her neck and spread across her breasts.
"Eat. Please. I won't speak further to distract you from your meal."
I kept my word, remaining in companionable silence as she cleaned her plate, standing once to refill her coffee, although the jar of ointment sat upon the table between us.
Once finished, I took her plate and placed it beside the sink pump, then turned to her. "Use the ointment, Sarah. I don't want you hurting."
She stood, picked up the jar. "I can assume that I won't be doing this in private."
"You are smart in your assumption," I replied, just waiting to see if she'd be contrary or comply.
She took a deep breath, her breasts lifting. Hell, the torture of her body was intolerable. I was going to come down my leg like a randy teenager just by ogling her.
Removing the lid, she reached down and lifted up her long skirt, her other hand dipping into the ointment.
"Put your foot up on the chair," I directed.
Her green eyes lifted to mine briefly before she complied. Her leg was completely exposed, a decadent and tempting pose. Her pussy was hidden and just watching her hand go between her thighs beneath her ruched skirt. Knowing she was touching herself was incredibly erotic. I handed her a cloth and she wiped her fingers as she lowered her leg.
"Better?"
She nodded.
"You may think you have lost control of your body to us, but you aren't the only one."
Her brow wrinkled in confusion.
I undid my belt and opened the placket on my pants, my cock springing free. A sigh escaped. It was a great relief to have my cock free of the confines.
"Oh," she gasped, staring blatantly at my cock.
"I'm always hard around you, Sarah, and I doubt this will change. I know Tagg is in the same predicament."
Grabbing the nearest chair, I swung it about so I could sit, my legs settling wide to accommodate my raging cock. "As we tend to you, you must tend to this." I pointed between my legs.
"How?" she whispered, her eyes transfixed.
"Suck me off." When she just looked at me in confusion, I added, "Kneel between my legs and take my cock in your mouth."
I could see her thinking, but it was not the time for her to question.
"Now, Sarah."
Stepping forward, she placed a hand on my knee and did as I requested, her skirt pooling about her.
"I...I don't know how."
"Lick the head. See that, I'm already dripping for you." Clear liquid seeped from the tip in anticipation.
Kneeling up, she leaned forward, her tongue darting out to flick over the very tip, lapping up the wetness.
I hissed and my hips bucked involuntarily. "Take more, Sarah. Take the whole head in your mouth."
Opening her mouth wide, she fed herself the plum shaped crown. Her mouth was so hot, wet and snug and when her tongue circled around, I almost came. The sizzling need to fill her mouth with my seed was so intense.
"Now take me to the back of your throat," I growled.
Her eyes lifted to meet mine while her lips were stretched broadly around me. I could see the thick veins running up the length of my cock and as she lowered herself, they disappeared into her mouth.
"Good, Sarah. You're doing such a good job." My words were half groan, half gruff. I placed my palm on her head to guide her, but she didn't need much instruction. Somehow, she just knew what to do to bring me to orgasm. Or it could have been the novelty of having my wife suck me that had me coming.
As her eyes watered from my cock so far back in her mouth, I came, roaring at the intense pleasure that had my balls drawing up tight and shooting stream after stream of cum into her mouth. Her throat worked to take it all, swallowing it down as best she could. When I finally recovered, she pulled back, a drop of my thick seed at the corner of her mouth.
Leaning forward, I rubbed at it with my thumb, collecting it. "Open."
I slipped the tip of my thumb in and she sucked me clean.
SARAH
I was given some time to myself when Garrett joined Tagg in the stable. He had pointed out the creek that meandered behind the building, so I set out to enjoy the fine weather. It went against every bit of personal ethics to walk about with my breasts exposed. The sensation was strange, and I often caught a glimpse of them and surprised myself. A tingling sensation was constant in my nipples, but I refused to tell either man. I didn't know what it meant, didn’t know whether it was brought about
by the fucking or having them uncovered, but I wasn't prepared to ask. I had no idea the consequences of such a statement, so for the moment I kept the feeling to myself.
The tingling, however, made me want to touch my nipples, and I tightened my hands into fists to avoid doing so, at least until I was away from prying eyes. As I walked - very slowly and thoughtfully with the plug shifting in my ass -I considered my body. My pussy was sore from their claiming me. There was no doubt that was what it was. My ass? Well, they had made their dominance in that area clear. My entire body for that matter. What other explanation was there for having my breasts exposed?
I came full circle in my thoughts. I made it to the creek, which was filled with small boulders, the water meandering deep in spots, shallow in others. Undoing my laces on my boots, I removed them along with my stockings before dipping my toe in. I longed to take a dip. The ointment I'd applied after the noon meal had been soothing, but I knew the cool water would feel incredible against my tender flesh.
Glancing about, I confirmed I was alone. From the vehemence of the men's words, they would not have allowed me to wander their land with my body exposed as it was if there were others about. Confident in this, I undid my skirt and let it fall to the ground. Reaching behind me, I felt for the wide handle of the plug. It needed to come out so I could sit properly. Once again scanning the land surrounding me, I grabbed hold and worked the plug free. I couldn't help but wince and exhale once it was removed. Placing it carefully on my skirt, I tiptoed into the water in just my blouse and corset--I couldn't undo them myself, which meant I was all but naked.
The water was cold against my feet and ankles. Finding a deeper pocket, I waded in up to my knees. Kneeling down, I hissed as the water made contact with my pussy and ass. Using my hands, I lowered myself all the way, the water moving around my hips and thighs. Closing my eyes, I savored the bliss of such a simple activity. I even let myself give in to the need to cup my breasts, let my thumbs brush over my nipples. I'd never touched myself like this before, in such an illicit manner. I didn't care, however, because it felt so good. Had I been missing out on this all along? Had I held my breasts, tugged on my nipples, would I have felt it all the way down my body to my pussy?
