“Alex, no one saw you that way. They saw a beautiful sexy woman. A woman who was so loved. We would never humiliate or embarrass you,” insisted Jeff.
* * * *
“I want to travel with my work at times,” she said. “Even if you can’t come with me.”
Neither answered her, and she felt some apprehension as the testosterone level rose in the room.
“I have to own a part of me,” she insisted, “and I can’t keep cancelling consults when it doesn’t fit your schedules. I lost a lot of contracts because of it. Mind you, I may not even have work to return to,” she concluded bitterly.
Devon motioned for Jeff to respond to her, clearly not trusting himself.
“I’m sure you’ll get your contracts again, Alex, and if you have to travel and we can’t come with you, we’ll plan something out, I promise,” said Jeff. “But not until the baby comes.”
Alex conceded that point. She knew it would take some time to re-establish herself in the field, and it was hard to travel near the end of a pregnancy, at least to the places she went. And those men knew that she would find it hard to travel without her baby in all likelihood, so there was no point in arguing further.
“And I want a promise that you’ll never ask me to do anything we haven’t discussed or obtained my informed, willing consent to.” Alex could barely look at their faces when she issued her final demand.
“We will discuss anything new with you, Alex. We aren’t going to ask your consent to punish you, though,” said Devon gently.
Alex nodded.
“We have some of our own demands, Alex,” advised Jeff. “You will wear our collar, first and foremost. We’ll be adding a ring in the future when we decide who you are going to marry officially.”
“Marry?”
“Our baby is going to be born into marriage, even one with two fathers.”
Alex said, “I guess we’ll take things one day at a time.”
“About that nightgown, Alex.” Devon was already sliding it up over her hips and off over her head. He tossed it in the direction of the garbage bin.
Alex reminded him, “I get to choose my own clothes,” but smiled teasingly and allowed them to lead her to the bedroom.
Devon pushed her back onto the bed, pulling her legs to fold down over the end. He spread her thighs and gave her an equally teasing smile. His face plunged into her vulva as his fingers spread her labia wide. Alex felt his tongue push into her vagina, and her natural lubricant flooded down. His nose rubbed against her clitoris, and Alex gasped in excitement.
Jeff slid his body next to hers, imprisoning her hands above her head in one of his own, and began to suckle her. Her sensitive nipples tingled and burned at his administrations. She tried to sort through the sensations as Devon turned his attention to her clit and Jeff laved her nipples in the same rhythm. A thick finger pushed into her vagina, quickly joined by a second, then a third. Devon’s other hand slid behind her, cupping buttocks, and then a finger slipped between them to press against her anus. Alex’s orgasm built swiftly and she went over, calling out their names for the first time in months.
Devon moved to her other side, his mouth and cheeks shining with her fluids. He leaned over and kissed her, sucking her tongue to meet his. She tasted herself and his natural, soothing flavour.
Jeff reached down to her pussy, pushing into her vagina. Alex squirmed away, not able to tolerate any more stimulation.
“It’s okay, darlin’,” he whispered, and she turned to see his eyes dark with passion and tenderness. “I just need to see how wet you are.”
Alex relaxed and felt him squeeze lubricant up inside her, spreading it gently with his finger. He added a lot more, pushing ever higher with a nearly gossamer touch. Alex responded with a gentle rocking of her hips, and Devon rolled her to face Jeff. Jeff slid up a little and placed his cock between her labia, following her rocking motion. He inserted the head into her opening, gaining ground inch by inch until she felt him at her cervix. He lifted her thigh and held it high and wide.
Devon’s erection was pressing at her back, and he slid it between her buttocks. Alex tensed as her anus was not lubricated and he was so wide and long.
“S’okay, honey,” he breathed behind her. “I’m joining Jeff up front.”
Oh, God, they were taking her the same way they had that night before the Club. It had been a huge experience, huge in sexual pleasure, but had felt punishing too. They remembered it and wanted to make it better for her. They petted her, stroked her, and murmured encouragement and praise.
Devon gathered moisture from around Jeff’s cock and her labia, coating his penis with it. He hooked a finger into her vaginal opening and stretched it back toward him. His cock jabbed at the small space he’d made and began to make an entry.
Alex moaned. They would never fit. There wasn’t room. “I’m in,” said Devon through gritted teeth. “Move, Alex, move up and down a little.”
“I can’t,” she whimpered. “There’s not enough lubrication.”
At that moment a gush of fluid from Alex’s G-spot drenched them all, and Alex gasped loudly. She hitched up a bit and settled back. Jeff and Devon groaned and thrust slightly in concert. Alex felt such pressure, such fullness, and began to build toward something enormous. Her vision darkened, her breathing laboured, and the very soles of her feet went numb. Jeff reached down between their bodies and pressed her clit, and Alex exploded, screaming and screaming until her throat went raw. Jeff shouted something hoarsely, and Devon bellowed as their ejaculate scalded her cervix.
Alex passed out, literally.
* * * *
Jeff anxiously felt for her pulse and put his head to her breast to listen for her heartbeat and relaxed as both slowed and evened out, and she relaxed into slumber.
“She’s never done that before, buddy,” stated Jeff. “Maybe we were too hard on her.”
“She loved it. You know that. And she will remember this instead of how we did it to her that night,” said Devon.
He felt sick when he thought of their intense need to mark her, claim her that night, and how they had focussed on the physicality of it, forgetting to show their love. They had taken her together before, of course, in her pussy and her ass, but never as intimately as within the very essence of her woman’s precious part.
“She hasn’t even sucked us off yet, Devon,” whined Jeff. “I miss that wonderful mouth of hers.”
Devon laughed, the tension broken. He gently lifted Alex’s head, and Jeff slipped their collar around her neck. Devon secured it with a tiny padlock. She would never be able to take it off again without their help.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Max, the diner’s owner, refused to let Alex finish out her shifts, reassuring her that he had found someone to replace her. Annie cobbled a baby shower together for her, and she was presented with a baby monitor system and a beautiful bassinet. All the staff from the diner was there as well as some of the customers she hadn’t realized knew her. Alex promised to bring the baby to see them and was warmed by their kind response.
The ultrasound was an experience she was so grateful to have had with both Jeff and Devon by her side. She knew Jeff had teared up at the sight of the tiny fetus, and Devon repeatedly cleared his throat and stroked her hair. Alex refused to let the doctor tell them the sex of the baby, threatening her men with birthing a baby girl to punish them for their maleness. They took turns having vanilla sex with her every night until they left the small town.
Her return to Tulsa wasn’t awkward. Her men had refused to let her pack any of her belongings, leaving them hanging in the closet aside from the clothes on her back. These were removed from her as soon as she entered their house, and stuffed into the nearest garbage bin. She had no time to look around her for changes before Devon had her pulled down onto the living room floor, on top of him. He was still wearing his shirt, though his pants were off, his cock hard and waiting for her. Alex felt him impale her, his hands sculpting h
er breasts, rolling her nipples, pinching and tweaking.
“Better get in there, Jeff, or I’ll be done.”
Jeff had already shed his clothes. He lubed his penis and quickly inserted more lube into Alex’s anus. Jeff began to breach the rosebud entrance, and Alex pushed back on him, facilitating entry. He surged forward, nearly burying himself, and she cried out at the burn and pressure. Devon immediately stroked her back and kissed her, giving her something else to focus on.
“Fuck, man. I don’t think either of us is going to last,” he groaned.
Alex shuddered under the onslaught as Jeff fully seated himself. She could feel them both, so close together, separated only by the membrane between her colon and vagina. So full, so complete.
“Somebody move, please,” she choked out.
They fell into the remembered thrust and parry, Devon lunging, Jeff retreating, and Alex hanging on for the ride. Time stood still for Alex, and then she shattered, coming apart around them. They continued to thrust, and she found herself scaling the heights again. This time they fell with her. Two hands came to stroke her belly.
“Welcome home, darlin’,” murmured Jeff.
“I’m going to rest awhile, and then we’ll tie you to the bed,” muttered Devon.
Her men, alike yet different. Alex felt loved and wanted. They couldn’t do anything more to prove themselves. She knew that their relationship wouldn’t always be smooth, but they would talk about it, oh, they would talk. Alex never wanted to be away from them again.
Epilogue
Alex couldn’t take the pain much longer. She tried to be brave, but nothing could have prepared her for childbirth. The contractions came in waves, not giving her enough time to get ready to face the next one. Devon sat behind her, bracing her back and rubbing her shoulders. Jeff fed her ice chips and wiped her face, smoothing her abdomen between contractions, murmuring to her and ignoring her threats to his and Devon’s privates.
“I need to push,” she cried. “Now!”
Devon leaned her forward slightly, and Jeff folded the birthing chair away from her bottom, leaving her legs supported. He stepped to the side to allow room for the doctor to move between her legs. The gowned and masked figure calmed her, as did his instruction to bear down.
Jeff nearly shouted, “I see the baby!”
“Come on, honey,” murmured Devon. “You can do this. You’re so brave and strong.”
Alex panted. “I’m going to shove that big gel dildo up your ass when we get home, lover boy, oh!” She gasped as another need to push overwhelmed her.
She had a moment later to see Jeff’s involuntary smirk. “And there’s a butt plug with your name on it, Jeffrey James Staples.”
No telling what the delivery room staff thought of her statements because Alex took that moment to push out a perfect baby boy. He really didn’t look like any of his parents yet, but his lusty howls and reddened face spoke of a temper. Alex cradled him to her chest once he was cleaned, and he latched on to the exposed nipple, sucking furiously. The silence made them all smile.
“A breast man,” Devon breathed.
Jeff just kept smiling and blinked back his tears.
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I live in cottage country in Manitoba, Canada. My only wish is for warmer weather in the winter! I work in the human-services field and have been married to the same man for many years. Our two children are grown and live away from home.
I have written before, primarily poems and short stories published in small venues. I've never written in this genre until now but have read a number of books recently and have enjoyed the romance and the erotica. True love appears to be worth the long, hard slog to get there.
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