Husbandry

by Allie Ritch

  “Mmm. I like the sound of that.” I gave him another kiss. “So what did you have in mind?”

  “Well, I won’t offer to do a pedicure. Sand and shellac, yes. File and nail polish, no. But I do have a footbath set up, a remote control with your name on it, and instructions for some exotic cocktail I think Chad invented. How does that sound?”

  “Like heaven.”

  I had this image of Chuck trying to paint my nails with a big roller. It made me giggle as I shot upstairs for a quick change into casual clothes. Once I was comfy, I returned to the family room, where my promised footbath was waiting. It wasn’t something I thought to treat myself with often, but I released an appreciative groan the second my soles hit the warm water.

  “That feels nice.” I drew out the last word before I sank deeper into the sofa cushions.

  “All part of the plan.” Chuck returned with two drinks—a beer for him and something frosty and pink for me.

  “Okay, so far I really like this plan.” I took my first sip of the drink. “Yum. You said Chad came up with this?”

  Chuck shrugged as he sat down beside me. “He may have researched the recipe. I don’t know. He left me step-by-step instructions and swore it was as easy as mixing concrete. I wouldn’t say that, but if you like it, it must have come out all right.”

  “Better than concrete,” I joked. “Is mixology in your future?”

  “You made that word up.”

  “Did not.” At least, I was pretty sure that’s what they called it.

  “I’ll stick to quality control.” He took a big gulp of his beer. “So what do you want to watch?”

  I bounced around the channels for a while. There was a game show on, so we took a few stabs at the trivia, and then I landed on a comedy. It fit my light mood.

  Halfway through, I removed my feet from the water before my toes pruned and slipped on some fuzzy socks. The flick was just ending when I heard a key hit the front door. In walked my other two husbands.

  They each came in and bent to kiss me hello.

  Chad licked his lips as he straightened. “Good. Chuck remembered to give you the drink. What did you think?”

  “Delicious,” I said, still staring at his mouth. “And the drink was terrific too.”

  That provoked a laugh.

  Charles loosened his tie. “Let me go change, and then we can get this party started.”

  “The table is set,” Chuck announced. “You just have to unpack the food.”

  “What did you get?” I was already salivating from the aromas wafting out of the large bag Chad held in the crook of his arm.

  He looked smug. “Some oyster fritters to start. A little linguini and shrimp for the main course. Although we could have picked up a traditional birthday cake for dessert, Charles and I agreed the strawberry tiramisu sounded better. We figured we’d add a candle to it for you.”

  “That’s executive-level thinking,” I said, raising my voice so Charles could hear me on his way upstairs.

  “Of course,” he called back. “That’s why they pay me the big bucks.”

  I laughed, having a fine time of it tonight.

  It was nice being waited on by my favorite men. They got everything ready, and all I had to do was sit down to dinner. And the meal was wonderful. I loved every bite and had an oral orgasm when I got to the tiramisu. My wish when I blew out the candle was simple: I hoped to have as many happy moments like this as possible for the rest of my married life.

  “The fun isn’t over yet,” Charles announced when we were finished.

  Chuck and Chad cleared the table and disappeared for a minute. They came back into the dining room carrying presents.

  I nearly bounced like an excited kid when they set the prettily wrapped gifts in front of me. One was in a medium-sized box, while the other was large and thin. I opened the first one.

  “That one is from me,” Charles announced when I removed the leather day planner inside. “It should make it easier for you to keep track of work, appointments, and what the three of us are doing.”

  The gift was both practical and thoughtful—so typically Charles. I got up to give him a kiss. “Thank you. I don’t doubt it will come in handy.”

  My other two husbands looked expectant as I opened the other, more oddly shaped present. Judging by the perfect wrapping job, either they’d paid a professional or Chad had wrapped it. I was betting on the latter.

  I pulled away the paper and found myself staring at…myself. Framed inside was my wedding photo, only it was done in oil paint. It was the picture of us taken outside minutes after our small ceremony. My white dress was so pristine it looked like it was glowing, and I was surrounded by my three sexy grooms. A glance at the signature told me who had captured the moment so perfectly.

  “Oh, Chad. It’s breathtaking.”

  He colored a little, always modest about his talent. “I did the painting. Chuck cut and stained the frame himself.”

  “The wood is from one of the trees growing in the garden behind us there.” Chuck ran his hand over the side of the frame, no doubt checking his sanding job. “I found out the groundskeeper wanted to remove a couple of those hardwoods since the roots were digging into the irrigation system. He let me have the lumber in return for carting it off.”

  I pressed my fingers to my lips as the picture wavered in front of me. To think I’d cropped two of these beautiful men out of my wedding photo. I couldn’t believe I’d committed such sacrilege. And here Chad must have been working on this painting long before that, toiling over it as a labor of love.

  I had to swallow the lump in my throat. “No matter how many times I say it, you three will never know how much I love you.”

  Chuck shifted, uncomfortable as usual around so much emotion. “Didn’t mean to make you cry about it.”

  I sniffed and patted his cheek before giving him and Chad each a kiss. “These are happy tears. I love my gifts. One helps me keep track of the most important people in my life, and the other reminds me of why you’re so precious to me. Thank you.”

  “Happy birthday, my love.” Chad spoke the words softly and was echoed by the other two.

  Charles wore a tender smile that morphed into a look of anticipation. “I think it’s time for Fila’s surprise. What do you think?”

  Chuck and Chad concurred.

  “This wasn’t the surprise?” I couldn’t imagine what else they could have done, but now my curiosity was in overdrive.

  The intense stares the three of them gave me made me squirm.

  Charles took over. “Take another five minutes to relax down here. Then you can join us in the master bedroom.”

  “Okay.” I was off-kilter enough I wasn’t sure of their intent. Had Chuck put in new carpet? Had they bought a new bed or put up a chandelier or something? “Five minutes, huh?”

  “That ought to do it.” Charles led the way out.

  I watched the three of them round the corner and then glanced at the clock. I literally sat at the edge of my seat.

  Watched clocks must have been akin to watched pots because the minutes took forever to tick by. The instant five minutes had passed, I leaped up and hurried upstairs. Our bedroom door was closed, but I saw amber light seeping from beneath it.

  I opened the door to a sensual fantasy. Chad had decorated the room with his usual flair. There were rose petals strewn about and the flicker of candles—clichés he’d adopted and made fresh again, if for no other reason than he was the only person who’d ever done things like this for me.

  I took in the romantic setting at a glance, but the room was not what arrested my attention. Posed sexily on the bed were my three husbands, all of whom wore identical emerald-green silk pants and nothing else. The material was the exact color of their eyes when their irises darkened with lust, as they were doing now.

  “Oh my.” It was all I could think of to say.

  “Happy birthday, Fila.” Charles’s visual once-over made my panties damp. “Consider th
is another present. Your surprise.”

  My mouth was dry. “Love slaves?”

  He chuckled. “More like your harem. I hope you got a good night’s sleep last night because we plan to wear you out.”

  So this was why he’d turned down lovemaking last night. His declaration should have sounded boastful, but I knew the three of them had the skill to back up that promise. A shiver worked its way from my scalp to my pubic bone.

  I looked from one of them to another. Chuck was stretched out on his back with his fingers laced on top of his flat stomach. Charles sat propped against the pillows, his ankles crossed and his hands linked behind his head. At the foot of the bed, Chad lay on his side at a right angle to them. He faced me fully, giving me a nice view of his chest and abs and the bulging muscles of his arm since he was leaning on one elbow with his head balanced on his fist.

  “Now I wish I was a painter. I’d love to have this picture framed.” I continued to ogle them.

  Chad flashed me a brilliant grin.

  “You get to do far more than look,” Charles informed me. “And for your pleasure, the three of us have compared notes so we can give you the best of our lovemaking. Chad was especially helpful as far as putting our mouths to good use. Je t’aime, Fila.”

  “And I love you too,” Chad added.

  Chuck stared me right in the eye. “Ti amo.”

  “Oh, wow.” My heart did a backflip in my breast, and my sex gushed so hard I felt slick all the way to my knees. If this was a dream, I didn’t ever want to wake up.

  I expected Charles to take charge, but it was Chad who shifted off the bed and got to his feet in one fluid motion. He stood with his head up and his shoulders drawn proudly back.

  “Vieni qui e baciami.” He gave the order to come kiss him with the same dominance Charles would have used in English.

  My feet obeyed before my brain processed the command. I barely even felt the carpet through my socks. We fit together with the ease of familiarity, my arms around his firm waist and my face tilted up toward his. His lips touched mine, and I knew I could have recognized him in the dark, could have picked him out from my other husbands just by the way he kissed me.

  Passion and devotion met and mingled so that I felt worshipped and stripped down to my most basic instincts at the same time. He captured my lips, licked the seam in between, and nibbled at the corners of my mouth between incursions. On a moan, I surrendered to him. I melted into his body and pressed my breasts against his naked chest.

  Chad drew the kiss out before he moved his mouth along my jawline. With his hand lightly fisted, he trailed the backs of his fingers all the way down my arm, leaving goose bumps in their wake. I shivered.

  “Sei molto sensibile quando ti tocco.” You are very sensitive to my touch.

  And getting more sensitive by the second. Two could play at this game. Although I didn’t speak much Italian, I could manage enough. I wanted another kiss. “Baciami ancora.”

  He complied, this time pulling me close enough to feel the hard length of his erection. The room spun slowly around me, or maybe that was my head spinning. He turned me so the backs of my thighs hit the mattress, though I remained standing. Other hands touched me. Chad pulled back, and Chuck was behind me on the bed, already tugging my shirt over my head. Then Charles was undoing my bra.

  I watched, helpless, as my lingerie fell to the floor. In the next instant, Chad knelt in front of me to remove my socks one by one. My breathing stuttered when Charles reached around from behind me to fill his hands with my breasts. He pressed close to my back, bathing my ear with his hot breath as he whispered to me.

  “I want you more than you can know. Take off your skirt.”

  I’d thrown on a soft cotton skirt for comfort earlier. Now I fumbled with the elastic waistband to push it down over my hips. Chad grabbed the material when I had it halfway down my thighs and dragged it the rest of the way to the floor. He then reached back up to slip my underwear along the same path with torturous slowness.

  Once I was naked, I was lifted and placed faceup on the bed. It felt like I was floating. They set me down on the cloud-soft mattress before they stepped back to surround me. I watched, captivated and practically drooling, as they stripped off their pants. They were even more glorious naked, and I was given a front-row view of three very erect cocks.

  My husbands climbed onto the bed with me. Chad stretched out on my right side, while Chuck took my left, and Charles perched at the foot of the mattress. My goateed husband set his palms over my ankles and slid them inexorably upward over my shins and knees. When he got to my thighs, he pushed them apart to make room for himself.

  I started to fidget, but Chuck and Chad each caught one of my hands to still me. Looking down the length of my naked torso, I saw Charles staring at my exposed sex. There was no hiding how wet and excited I was. My desire was there for him to see.

  Charles ran one fingertip along the lip of my vagina. “Ma femme.” Even in French, he claimed me as his wife, his woman. “You’re beautiful.” He drew an audible breath and gave me a naughty grin. “And you smell good.”

  So close to my blooming core, my arousal was probably as thick as perfume.

  A pleasured grunt escaped me when two mouths latched on to my nipples. Chad and Chuck still had my hands pinned, and they took advantage of my exposed breasts. Chuck sucked the left one while Chad laved the right. Then Chuck licked and Chad grazed me with his teeth. My nerves split in two as I tried to concentrate on exactly what each of them was doing to me. The result was a hard contraction in my womb that let me know I could come from the breast play alone.

  “What’s your hurry?” Between my legs, Charles sounded taunting. He must have seen the flow of juices spilling from me and guessed how close I was to ecstasy.

  He used his thumbs to part my labia and expose my opening and clit. “Je veux lecher ta chatte. ” I want to lick your pussy. “Je vais sucer ta clitoris. ” I’m going to suck your clit.

  “Please.” Or maybe I should have cried oui!

  The first pass of his hot tongue had me bowing my spine, forcing my nipples against my husbands’ palates as they continued to suck. Chad was usually the only one who performed oral sex on me, but Charles now proved he could claim me with equal skill. He took me over with the intimate act, using the same hunger he infused in his kisses. I just hoped he didn’t drown down there because I couldn’t stop the flood of cream between my legs.

  His goatee strafed my clitoris as he moved his lips higher up my slit. He wrapped his mouth around the sensitive button and pulled against the suction. Heat lightning flashed and flickered through my sheath. He gave a few circling licks before he latched on like a lamprey.

  I don’t know if they’d planned ahead or their thoughts simply ran in sync, but Chad and Chuck copied the same pattern on my nipples. Sensory overload got the best of me. I was blinded by the climax that broke over me so fast I wasn’t prepared for it. Only my husbands’ hold on me kept me from flying off the bed.

  I bucked my hips and writhed beneath Charles’s plundering mouth. The last rapturous spasm hadn’t yet faded when I felt the fat head of Charles’s erection at my entrance. Although we’d only just started, I wasn’t sure I could take much more.

  He must have seen the doubt on my face because he laughed. “I so enjoy pushing you past your own boundaries, Fila.” He popped the crown of his cock past my outer ring of muscle. “Je veux te baiser.”

  Yeah, I’d sort of figured out he wanted to have sex with me. Except I wasn’t sure if baiser meant sex or the cruder f word. Did I care? Not at the moment.

  He was already pushing deep, forcing the whole scalding length of his sex as far as it would go in my channel. Chad and Chuck continued to tongue my nipples and nibble at the undersides of my breasts. They were gentle about it, adding to the sensations in my body without distracting me from the solid penetration between my legs.

  Knowing Charles, I braced myself for a hard ride, but he withdrew like
he was savoring every moment. The return plunge was just as slow. He canted his hips at the perfect angle to hit the sensitive nerves at the front of my sheath. His cock was also big enough that the pressure alone had my pussy clutching. My tissues stretched and burned to accommodate him.

  “How does it feel, Fila?” He buried his cock in me again in the same sleepy rhythm.

  I keened. “Good. So good.”

  “A little more?”

  How could there possibly be more? I found out in the next second when he grabbed my legs and pushed them toward my chest. As if on cue, Chad and Chuck reached back with their free hands and hooked their elbows behind my knees to keep me in position. They were still lying on their stomachs on either side of me, pinning my hands and feasting on my breasts like starving men. When Charles pressed his pelvis forward again, he hilted so tightly his balls pressed flush against my damp skin.

  I howled. My nervous system lit up like a blast of fireworks. I couldn’t decide if this new onslaught was too much or exactly what I’d been striving for, but I didn’t have any choice. Charles withdrew his cock all the way to the very tip before sinking in again. And again.

  “That’s right. You like that, don’t you? I can feel your sweet pussy kneading my shaft.” Although his voice sounded strained, his iron control must have prevailed. He kept his strokes slow and even.

  I was on the verge of coming again—so close I was gasping for breath. Then the devilish man added an unexpected visual. Since my other husbands were holding my legs, Charles had his hands free. As he continued working his cock in and out of my channel, he ran his fingers over his thighs and chest in a suggestive manner. It was the kind of self-caress that would arrest anyone’s attention. Beauty and lust and exhibition all combined for a great show. He even circled his own nipples the way Chuck and Chad circled mine with their mouths.

  I couldn’t believe the effect Charles’s touching himself had on me. How could he multitask like that? How could he touch himself so beautifully while still pumping his marvelous cock in and out of my pussy? The sight ratcheted up my arousal to a whole other level. Judging by the widening of his eyes, Charles must have been surprised by how this display affected him too. His thrusts grew a little harder and tighter together, which was all I needed to come.