Hell fucking yes.
He took the lube Cody handed to him and slicked his cock while Heath and Cody climbed onto the bed behind her and embraced her, drawing the stretchy body of the catsuit down so they could play with her breasts while they delved seeking fingers into the split crotch of the suit. The slit was long enough they wouldn’t need to take it off. The thought of making love to her in it made him hot enough that he had to stop stroking his shaft or risk blowing his top before they’d gotten started.
“So hot and wet for us already, Maizy?”
Maizy chuckled, a husky, sultry sound. “I’ve had this fantasy for a while…”
Cody pulled her back against his torso. “Tell us.”
Maizy reached over her shoulder and stroked Cody’s neck as she reached out to caress Spencer’s balls and said, “When I bought this suit, before I met you, I fantasized about having a man who would welcome this side of me. One who would be willing to play and would be turned on by seeing me in something like this. Now I have three wonderful men, and the fantasy has grown…multiplied. I want Spencer in my kitty pussy, and Cody in my kitty ass, and I want to suck Heath’s cock with my kitty mouth.” She bit her lip and sent a hesitant glance his way and he cut her off before she could give them an out.
“Whatever you want, you can have, Maizy-kitty.”
The fire in her eyes burned a little brighter as she said, “That’s not too weird for you?”
All three men chuckled and shared glances. Cody said, “Whatever our pretty little pussy wants, she gets.”
She purred again and bit her lip as she crawled forward and licked Spencer’s balls, teasing him with her light, tickling touch. While Cody lubricated his cock, Heath stroked her back and investigated the split in the crotch. His smile and her soft squeal told Spencer that he liked what he’d found, and so did she. With her up on her hands and knees, Heath bent down behind her and judging by her long moan and the sweet flush in her cheeks, he was tonguing her pussy. While she teased Spencer, he teased her. After a minute or two, Cody nudged Heath and handed him the lubricant and Heath chuckled and patted her ass.
“Climb on Spencer’s cock, Maizy-kitty.”
Making an eager, kittenish sound, Maizy straddled Spencer and slid down on his cock, encompassing him in sheer heaven as she looked down at him, adoration in her eyes.
He stroked her cheek and then pulled her down to his chest, eager to feel her all over him. He kissed her and she whispered to him, “I love you so much, Honey Bear.”
“I love you, too, Maizy.”
Her pussy tightened around his cock as Heath prepared her ass for Cody’s cock and Spencer whispered, “Hold still and let Heath get you ready, baby. Cody’s big and you’re going to need the prep.” He reached between them and gently stroked her clit, distracting her from the initial burn of intrusion in her ass.
The next few minutes were a test of self-control as she squirmed and moaned, taking one finger, then two, and finally three. She got hotter and hotter as they whispered to her and played her body like a delicate, beautiful musical instrument.
Cody’s intense expression as he prepared to take her ass showed his care and concern for her. The desire to give her everything she wanted warred with the need to not hurt her, and in the end, it was Maizy’s mewing moans of desire that convinced him she was ready.
Spencer wrapped his arms around her and he said, “Relax against me, baby.” Lying still on top of him, sweet, warm, and willing, she wrapped her hands around his biceps and arched her back. Spencer’s hands drifted down to her ass and he gently squeezed her cheeks and then parted them for Cody.
Heath smiled and made a deep sound of appreciation in his throat as he moved up to the head of the bed and stroked her lace-covered back and then removed the tail from her costume and slid the headband from her hair.
She giggled. “I forgot they were there.”
“It’s okay,” Heath said. “They’re very sexy. I just don’t want anything getting in the way at the wrong time.”
Cody moved behind her, positioning his knees outside of hers, and held his cock as he nudged her asshole. Her pussy quivered around Spencer’s cock and she panted as she let out a deep, shaky breath.
Cody gathered her hair in his hands and stroked his fingers gently through her curls, smiling as she shuddered. Spencer stroked her shoulder and upper back and could feel the goose bumps that traced across her skin. Her sexy murmur told them all how much she liked having her hair played with. Cody continued stroking it as he coiled it into a long rope and finally wrapped it around his hand a couple of times. The entire time, he was thrusting gently against her ass. He tugged with care on the her hair and let out a groan as his cock slipped inside her the tiniest bit, crowding her pussy and pushing Spencer quickly to the edge as she tightened on him.
“Oh, Cody, I love that,” she murmured as she squirmed and pushed back against him, grinding on Spencer in the process.
The moment was unspeakably intimate and so completely elemental, Spencer nearly lost it and began thrusting. Her soft whimper pulled him back from the brink as Cody eased in farther. She needed him to be cool headed right then.
“Ooohhh,” she moaned and then cringed when her body clenched in reaction.
“I’ll go slow, angel,” Cody whispered. “Don’t push back. Just give your body a chance to adjust. It’ll get better.”
She nodded and breathed in and out slowly. Cody released her hair and stroked it like before, whispering words of love to her as he thrust in tiny increments, seeking purchase but not forcing it until his big cock finally slid past her resistance and she moaned, but this time in pleasure and not in pain.
“Oh, yes, Cody. Yes.”
Cody glanced at Spencer and grinned. Her uninhibited tone spoke volumes. There was no turning back for her. Not for Maizy. He loved that about her.
His hips flexing on their own, Spencer said, “Heath needs you, Maizy-kitty.”
Her bleary eyes cleared and the most beautiful smile crossed her lips as though his words had revived her. She looked up at Heath and purred as she lifted up so she was braced on her hands, while Cody thrust in and out carefully, claiming more and more of her ass.
She murmured, “You’re making me feel so good. Heath, I want your cock, too.”
Heath chuckled and held his cock for her as she leaned forward and took him into her mouth. “Whatever Maizy-kitty wants, Maizy-kitty gets. Fuck, that hot little mouth of yours feels so good. Not going to take long.”
She moaned softly as she sucked him down and began moving between the three of them, awkwardly at first, trying to find her place between Cody and Spencer’s concerted in-and-out thrusting movements, but gradually, she found her place in the beautiful union created by their dance.
Spencer stroked her uncovered breasts, rubbing her turgid nipples as he moved beneath her, feeling like he was stroking the very heart of her as they crowded around her, in her and under her—loving her. Before long, the tight reins he had on his control began to weaken. Her moans came more urgently, and Heath’s groaning turned to panting as he whispered, “Get ready, baby, I’m coming.”
Suddenly energized, Maizy sucked him even more enthusiastically, mewing like a feline until he shouted victoriously. He stroked the base of his cock hard, shuddering as she gulped his cum. Another softer cry left him as she finally released him from her mouth and he fell back against the headboard.
Spencer reached down between them and began stroking her clit again. She flattened herself against him, grabbing on to his biceps and holding on tight. She rocked her hips in time with their movements and tears formed in her eyes and her cheeks flushed a deep rose.
“It’s coming! Don’t stop! Oh my—”
She arched her back as her pussy suddenly clenched around his cock and her gasping breaths gradually turned into a scream of completion as she came undone. The sight of this beautiful woman losing control so completely brought him such profound pleasure.
; He finally let go of the reins and allowed his body do what it wanted to do, what it knew how to do without thinking. Several more thrusts and his balls drew up so hard it was painful and his release exploded from him. His back arched powerfully and he threw his head back, letting loose with a loud yell as his cum spurted in hot jets inside her.
Cody took his release last, thrusting hard and finally stilling, his body trembling so hard it shook the bed frame as he held her by her hips. A deep, almost animalistic groan reverberated around the room before quiet descended, broken only by the sounds of their breathing as they recovered.
She flopped limply on Spencer’s chest, taking deep breaths. Her hair was wild all around them, sticking to his chest, his shoulders, and even his face but he didn’t care.
“You okay?” he asked quietly.
“Perfect,” she whispered.
The woman he loved was wrapped in his arms, and safely bookended between the three men who loved her. He couldn’t think of anywhere he’d rather be.
Epilogue
Three weeks later…
Standing near the portable dance floor set up in the empty lot adjacent to the Divine Memorial Rose Garden, Maizy blinked tears away as Woody Porter looked down at her. “Maizy-girl, you’ve done me proud. Promise to keep these three men of yours in line?”
She couldn’t resist hugging him and the tears finally leaked out and she sniffled. “I promise, Woody. Thank you again for standing up for me—for us—at the meeting.” Lights twinkled from the strands strung through the arching tree branches above them as the sun completed its arc and slipped behind the distant tree-covered hills.
Woody smiled but his bushy white eyebrows drew into a line and he replied, “I know it may sometimes seem like Divine has been set against those of you who are involved in ménages but don’t lose heart. Groups like yours have been in this area a long, long time. It’s only recently that they’ve become a little easier to spot. You might even be surprised to find that there are some you still don’t know about.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really, but I won’t be telling any secrets that aren’t mine to reveal. And you don’t worry about Tabitha Lester, you hear? I do believe she finally revealed publicly what a crackpot she is with that stunt she pulled right before we got started this afternoon.”
Maizy chuckled, still a little shocked at the way Tabitha had shown up, picket sign in hand. “Who protests a wedding? I mean, I know you give an opportunity during the ceremony for anyone who wants to speak up if they don’t believe the marriage should continue, but…showing up with a picket sign?”
Woody nodded. “Not a picture you’d want in your wedding album, huh? I think she is wearing out her welcome in the community. She was relieved of her job, or so I’m told.”
Maizy tried for a shocked expression but wound up giggling. “Woody, are you gossiping?”
“Don’t tell my wife,” he said with a chuckle. “She swears up and down that men are worse gossips than women. I’d rather talk of nicer things anyway. You look just like your mother did on her wedding day,” he said as he took her hands and held them out wide. “I know Amelia must be so proud of you.”
Woody had been friends with Maizy’s family since before her parents were married and had been at their wedding too, in which her mother had worn the dress that she now wore on her wedding day.
“Thank you for marrying us, Woody,” Maizy whispered. “It makes the occasion even more precious to me.”
Woody nodded and smiled at her and blotted her tears with his handkerchief. “None of these tears, now.”
Earlier that afternoon, amidst the oldest of the antique roses near the Divine Creek just off of downtown, Woody had performed the wedding ceremony that united Maizy and Cody. There had been a little drama, thanks to Tabitha Lester, but it hadn’t been anything Divine’s stalwart sheriff, Hank Stinson, couldn’t easily handle.
Shortly after, Ethan Grant had performed the private ceremony in the tent set up nearby for the wedding reception that bound the four of them as husbands and wife. From that moment forward, she would always equate the scent of Souvenir de la Malmaison roses with the joy she felt on her wedding day. Almost all of her family had been in attendance, even her father, who was slowly coming around to the fact that in the short space of an afternoon he’d gained three new sons-in-law.
Roberta had been noticeably absent which was a good thing, since her involvement with Tabitha Lester was only just coming to light. She might not have been the one threatening Maizy but she’d done some of the legwork and she’d admitted to Maizy that she had shared a picture of the four of them at the wedding with Tabitha, more as an expression of outrage than as fuel to fan Tabitha’s fire. Under the guise of a family emergency, Tabitha was currently out of town but Maizy had hopes that she’d be dealt with fairly, and soon.
Cody, Heath, and Spencer stood off to the side near the rose garden entrance, under the sprawling Lady Banks roses, talking with Ethan Grant, Ben Lawrence, and Quinten Parks. Her three bears were entrancingly handsome in their black tuxedos and she felt like their fairy princess dressed in the ivory lace wedding gown, which was low-cut in the back, with a row of tiny buttons from the waist down. The bodice of the dress had a deep V-neck that revealed her generous cleavage. Her mom had blushed when she’d helped her get dressed and Maizy had commented on how much cleavage the dress revealed. Her mom had giggled and said, “At our wedding your father laid eyes on me in this and could scarcely string two words together.”
It’d had a similar effect on her men when they’d seen her in it for the first time, as she’d been escorted down the rosebush-lined walkway by her father.
Drawing her attention back to the present, Woody nodded to Mr. Ambrose when he approached and said, “Might I have this dance, Mrs. Welsh?”
Hearing her new name made her heart leap with joy and she gladly accepted after looking up at Woody, who nodded and stepped back. Mr. Ambrose was dressed as dapper as ever in his suit and his bow tie which always seemed a little tight.
“Maizy, I’m so pleased you decided to complete the school year with us.”
“I am too, sir. And thank you for understanding about my not wanting to pursue another year with the school district.”
Mr. Ambrose smiled down at her and nodded his head. “Believe me, I do. I wish there was some way I could adequately convey how sorry I am that you were put through that whole experience. I feel I let you down by not protecting you somehow from that threat. Fear, I guess…” He glanced into her eyes and tugged at his collar.
“Fear, sir? Why do you use that term?”
He chuckled dryly and said, “Because that’s what it was. It was a shock, the day those photographs arrived. Mrs. Dumphrey was so outraged. She just dumped them on my desk. I felt like a fraud…”
“A fraud? Why?”
Mr. Ambrose chewed his lip for a moment, looking to the side and then back at her. “See the lovely woman clad in lavender, sitting at the table over there, with the man in the black suit beside her?”
She looked and saw the couple in question. Oddly, they were both looking at her already, and nodded and smiled at her. “Isn’t that your brother, the owner of Divine Print, and his wife?”
Mr. Ambrose smiled as he led her in the dance and murmured, “Yes. My brother and my wife as well.”
He smiled as her eyes popped open wide and she gasped softly. “Mr. Ambrose.”
He nodded and kept his eyes averted. “Now you see why I say I was a fraud. Am a fraud. I didn’t help to protect one of our own like I should’ve. I’ve kept that secret for decades. Decades. And in that time, only a handful of people have ever been privy to that knowledge. I suppose by telling you, I’m trying to convey how deeply sorry I am…but you can count on me in the future.”
She gently squeezed his hand as they danced and said, “The sentiment is mutual, Mr. Ambrose, and I don’t hold anything that has happened against you.”
“I brought somethi
ng I wanted to give to you, a surprise of sorts. You’ll find it on the gift table.”
“What is it?”
“I’ve recently taken an interest in rose propagation and I’ve grown you an antique rosebush from a cutting. One of my first successes, actually.”
Maizy gasped in delight. “What kind?”
“Zephirine Drouhin. It’s thornless so you won’t have to worry when you work with it. The original bush belonged to my mother and grows out at our family cemetery on our land. I thought you might like it for growing on a trellis or trained on a fence.”
Maizy had to fight tears yet again, as she remembered what she knew of that particular rose. “Lovely lemon-rose scent and coppery new growth. I’ll love it, sir. I already know exactly where I’ll plant it.” Spencer had started a rose bed for her recently, near the outdoor room in their backyard. She could picture it growing on a trellis in the center. “Thank you very much.”
With slightly flushed cheeks, Mr. Ambrose nodded and then greeted the elderly white-haired lady who approached them. “Maizy, I think I’ve monopolized enough of your attention on your wedding day.”
She kissed his cheek. “Thank you again, Mr. Ambrose.”
Maizy smiled at Jean Goodman as the tiny little woman reached for her and pulled her into a tight hug. Maizy’s eyes leaked a little as Jean said, “Maizy, from the moment I heard about you, from all three of them, I knew you were perfect for them. I like the fact that you don’t let Cody boss you around too much.”
Maizy stifled a giggle, recalling that he’d divested her of her panties at the first opportunity. It was for that very reason that she’d purposely worn them beneath her wedding dress that day.
“It’s all about give and take, isn’t it?” Jean asked with a bright smile and twinkling eyes.
Yes, while I’m giving him my panties, he thinks he’s taking them.
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