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  Clive couldn’t take his eyes off of her, either. As soon as she’d admitted she was running from something, I knew he’d be in agreement. More than anything, Clive was a protector—always had been. Gruff as hell on the outside, he had a soft, squishy heart that couldn’t bear to see someone in trouble without wanting to help them.

  As we finished our meal, Sassy became more and more nervous, fidgeting in her seat, her gaze flicking back and forth between us. Clive was looking at as if she was a dessert, he wanted to sink his teeth into, and I didn’t think I was doing much better. Both of us were looking forward to our wedding night.

  “Well, then,” I said, looking around at our empty plates. I cocked my head at Sassy. “Ready to go upstairs?”

  Nervous but not frightened was how I interpreted her nod. We led her to our room, which we’d stopped at earlier to leave her case. Once inside, she stood awkwardly in the center of the rug, nibbling on her lower lip, and peeking at Clive and me as though she wasn’t sure where to look.

  “It’s okay, sweetheart,” I said, stepping forward and gently pulling her to me. Her head tipped back, dark eyes widening when her lower body came into contact with mine, the hard ridge of my dick pressing against her soft stomach. “We’ll go slowly. I’ll be gentle.”

  I lowered my mouth to hers, taking another kiss, while Clive moved around behind her and started taking the pins out of the coils of her dark hair. Sassy slowly relaxed as I coaxed her lips open, kissing her more thoroughly. Hair brushed against my fingers, where they fell on her back—Clive had pulled all the pins out. The soft strands were like black silk, whispering across my skin.

  She moaned a little, and I glanced up to see that Clive was massaging her scalp.

  “That’s good, Sassy,” Clive said, his voice deep and rough. “You just relax. William and I are going to take care of you.”

  My cock jerked. Hell yeah, we were—in every way possible.

  She squirmed against me, the way a woman does when she’s aroused, and I took that as a sign to deepen the kiss. My cock dug into her belly, throbbing and aching to be inside her, but I knew we had to take our time. Ease her into things. She had two husbands to take care of, so we needed to be gentle with her.

  Her hands were on my chest, fingers flexing against me as I kissed her and kissed her. When I pulled away, her eyes were slightly glazed, and the look of surprise on her expression nearly made me grin.

  “Such a pretty wife,” I said, rubbing her hips as Clive pressed against her, his hands sliding from her back to her front, cupping her breasts from beneath and making her gasp. “We want to touch you and make you feel good all over.”

  “Oh, my…” Panting for breath, she closed her eyes as I undid the buttons down the front of her dress, right through the center of Clive’s hands as he massaged and squeezed her breasts. The light tan of her skin was visible through her chemise and went all the way down to where her corset started, confirming it was her natural coloring.

  Working together, we slid her dress off, and Clive spun her around, taking his turn to kiss her while I pulled the laces of her corset loose. We took turns taking her mouth, spinning her back and forth between us while we undressed her, keeping her too dizzy to be shy.

  Sassy

  * * *

  Heat bloomed inside my body, befuddling my senses. The two men were taking their time undressing me, and it felt almost odd to be naked in front of men again—odd but comfortably familiar. This was something I knew how to do, even if it had been a long time.

  “So beautiful,” Clive said, staring down at my breasts with their dark pink nipples. The little buds were stiff and aching from the caresses he and William had bestowed on them as they’d undressed me. My whole body was aching. Needy. Was I finally going to experience the bliss the other women at Mrs. Burk’s had talked about? It felt like it. I was wet between my legs, so very wet, throbbing, and needy.

  For the first time ever, I truly wanted a man inside me.

  No, not just a man—one of my men, one of my husbands.

  Before, I would not have thought there was much difference between men, but right now, I wanted them and no one else.

  As they passed me back and forth, they’d been undressing as well, stripping off their garments when it wasn’t their turn to kiss me, but I had been too distracted to notice until William scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the bed, with Clive following. They were both nicely muscled, broad-shouldered, and had hair curling on their chests. Clive had more than William—or perhaps William’s hair was just less noticeable because it was lighter.

  They both had long, thick cocks, and Clive’s fingers wrapped around his, fisting it. My eyes widened when I realized he was watching me watch him, but he did not seem to mind.

  “Get her on her back,” he ordered William.

  “Don’t—” I cut myself off, horrified at what I’d almost revealed.

  “Don’t worry,” Clive said, chuckling as he stroked his cock. “You’ll like this, sweetheart.”

  I did not know what he planned, but I was mortified. I had almost told him not to forget a French letter. I was so used to doing so at Mrs. Burk’s, it had nearly slipped out, but there would be no French letters or vinegar sponges here. Likely, they wanted me pregnant, and I doubted they were worried about the pox as we’d had to be.

  Clive

  * * *

  Our wife was beautiful. The clothing hadn’t been able to hide that, but it had tempered some of the effect. Now that she was naked, every inch of her visible to our hungry eyes, we could truly appreciate how stunning she was. She was deliciously curved, lightly tanned head to toe, with dark pink nipples, a thatch of black curls over her mound, and pretty, dark pink lips just beneath them.

  William sat down on the bed, spreading his legs, so he could settle her between them, her back against his front, leaving her facing me. Sassy’s hands fluttered in front of her as if she couldn’t figure out where to put them. William slid his hands down her arms to her wrists, drawing them up and back to loop around the back of his neck.

  “Keep your hands right here, sweetheart,” he murmured in her ear as I crawled onto the bed, still pumping my cock.

  “We’re going to make you feel so good,” I told her, letting go of my cock to spread her legs wide apart. With her hands behind William’s neck, her breasts were thrust up, and her body was completely open to us both. The expression on her face was somewhat dubious, and I almost chuckled.

  “Do you know how a man makes love to his wife?” William asked, his hands sliding over her stomach, then up to her breasts. She gasped when he cupped the soft mounds, pinching her nipples lightly.

  “I… yes?” It was more of a question than an answer. “I… the other women in the factory I worked in… they’d talk sometimes…”

  I bent my head, kissing her leg, and she gasped, her leg jerking in response. Placing my hands on the inside of her knees, I spread her legs wider, holding them in place as I kissed up the inside of her thighs. Sassy whimpered, squirming slightly, but unable to move in her current position. My cock pressed against the mattress beneath me, which felt good, but not as good as it would once I sank inside her. That would have to wait a bit, though.

  “Did they tell you it could feel good?” William asked, rolling her nipples between his fingers.

  “Y-yes…” She sounded a little dubious, and this time, I did chuckle.

  Picking her legs up, I draped them over William’s thighs, completely opening her pussy to me. The dark fringe of curls provided a lacy frame for the swollen lips, the mauve interior glossy with her arousal. She was fucking perfect, and she was all ours.

  “Just hold on to William,” I said, glancing up at her and meeting her startled gaze. “I’m going to show you just how good it can feel.”

  Lowering my head down between her thighs, I pressed my mouth against her wet softness and began to feast.

  Sassy

  * * *

  “Oh, God!” I nea
rly levitated off the bed, every muscle in my body tensing with shock as Clive put his mouth on me, his tongue lapping at my sensitive flesh. I’d used my mouth on a man before, of course, but I’d never been the recipient. I hadn’t minded the lack as it seemed like it would be extremely intimate, and I hadn’t wanted that.

  Now, I knew it was extremely intimate. Clive’s face was buried between my thighs, and he was tasting me, savoring me. William’s hands played with my breasts and nipples, his lips moving along the side of my neck. Both of them were fully involved in giving me pleasure without taking any for themselves.

  It was confusing beyond belief. Nothing I had ever experienced prepared me for this.

  I knew they wanted me. Clive had been stroking his cock, and I could still feel William’s rod pressing against my spine, hard and ready, yet their focus remained on me.

  If I had been in a different position, I would have tried to reciprocate, but with my arms above my head with my hands wound about William’s neck, there was nothing I could do except squirm on his lap as he fondled me, and Clive licked and sucked my most sensitive parts.

  I moaned, arching as Clive’s tongue laved over a shockingly sensitive area, then I felt a finger press inside me. Clenching around the invasion, small though it was, my body reacted the way it had been trained.

  “Mmmm… nice and tight,” Clive murmured before sucking on a part of me that made me cry out as pleasure surged through me. His finger pumped, and I spasmed around the questing digit.

  “Oh, please…” The needy ache was becoming unbearable, like an itch, I couldn’t scratch but so much more encompassing and so much worse. William’s fingers pinched my nipples harder, adding a little bite to my growing pleasure and making me feel even more frantic. “I need… I need…”

  “We know what you need,” William growled in my ear. “Just relax, sweetheart. Clive’s going to make you come for us.”

  Another finger joined the first, sliding between my folds, then the hot suction of Clive’s mouth clamped down. The need inside me burst like a dam breaking open, and I screamed with both shock and pleasure at the ecstasy that billowed across my body. The men held me, William’s fingers tugging, Clive’s lips pulling as I held onto William for dear life, buffeted back and forth by the intense rapture. Every part of my body was tingling and buzzing, my insides spasming, and I was nearly senseless from the cascade of sensations. My muscles went lax, and I panted, out of breath and dazed.

  I hadn’t known it could feel like that.

  Then Clive’s mouth left me, and he knelt between my thighs.

  I only had a moment for fear and nerves to grip me, worrying he would know something was wrong, then he was groaning as he slid his thick, hot, hard cock inside me. Clamping down around him, I squeezed tightly. I was exquisitely sensitive, but the stretch of my muscles opening for him actually felt good.

  It didn’t hurt at all, shocking me.

  “Feels so damn good,” he gritted through his teeth, pulling his hips away, then thrusting forward, sliding deeper. William’s hands tightened on my breasts, and I could feel him staring over my shoulder, watching as Clive buried his cock in my quivering sheathe. Knowing he was watching added a layer of unexpected eroticism. I would have never guessed I would like being watched, but right now, it aroused me even more.

  Bottoming out, Clive held himself for a moment, then thrust hard, several times, making me cry out as his flesh rubbed against mine. It didn’t hurt, not at all, but the sensations were so intense against my hypersensitive flesh, I couldn’t stay quiet.

  When he pulled out, I nearly panicked, worried he had taken my cries the wrong way and would be disappointed.

  “I’m fine! I’m sorry, I’m fine!”

  “Shh, shh, it’s fine, sweetheart,” he said, his lustful gaze softening as he pulled me onto his lap, spinning me around, so he was holding me the same way William had been. “William and I agreed—I’d have you first, but he’d come inside you first.”

  “Trust me, sweetheart, you don’t have anything to be sorry about.” William grinned, his eyes alight as he crawled toward me. It was his turn to drape my legs over Clive’s thighs, opening me up as he knelt between them, cock gripped in one hand. He slid it up and down my wet center, coating the head with my arousal. He groaned. “Fuck, she’s so wet.”

  “Yes, she is,” Clive murmured, fondling my breasts, the way William had but a little rougher. The tiny bite of pain as he pinched and rolled my nipples made me squirm, reigniting the needy ache inside of me, I thought had been satisfied by his mouth. “Go on, then, William. I want to watch you make our wife come a second time.”

  With another groan at Clive’s words, as if he was already imagining it, William pressed forward, burying himself in my pussy, and I moaned as he filled me.

  For the first time, I wondered marriage might be more than I could handle.

  4

  William

  * * *

  Watching Clive sink into our wife had been hot as hell.

  Sinking into her myself was even better.

  Soft, wet heat surrounded my cock, and Sassy gasped as I groaned. As her pussy clamped down around me, she arched. Clive’s hands played roughly with her breasts, pinching her little nipples harder than I had while his teeth dragged over the side of her throat. Watching them made it even harder for me not to lose myself in her, but I didn’t want to hurt her.

  We wanted to make sure our wife knew, having two men in her bed wasn’t going to be a hardship. She’d still likely be sore after this first time, but hopefully, she’d feel good. The lack of blood was a relief—her maiden barrier must have been easily breached, which I would think meant she’d recover more easily.

  I thrust, slow, smooth strokes while she wriggled and moaned, panting for breath as we pleasured her. My balls ached as I moved inside her, the slick cradle of her body, squeezing the full length of my cock every time I filled her. Despite the orgasm she’d had on Clive’s lips, I was determined to make her come for me as well, and I could feel her starting to respond to me already.

  I wanted to feel her spasming around my cock.

  “That’s it, good girl,” I crooned, my hand sliding up her thigh to rest on her mound, my thumb dipping down between our bodies to caress her clit.

  “Oh!” She jerked when I touched the slippery nub, her eyelashes fluttering rapidly. My thumb circled, my hips slowing, so I could touch her more easily. Clive grinned, watching her writhe for us. “Oh, God…”

  I began to move a little harder, a little faster, circling her clit the whole time. Her eyes widened in shock, and she stared down between our bodies. Propped up against Clive, she could see my cock, glistening with her arousal, pushing in and out just under where my thumb was manipulating her sensitive flesh. It was a sight worth seeing.

  Clive tugged on her nipples, and she whimpered, eyelashes fluttering again, and her head dropped back against his shoulder. Her pussy spasmed around me, squeezing my cock and sending delicious sensations up and down my spine.

  Our beautiful wife was about to cream herself all over my cock.

  Sassy

  * * *

  I cried out as ecstasy washed over me again, William’s cock plunging relentlessly, his thumb rubbing that oh-so-sensitive nub and sending waves of bliss through my body. His hot eyes devoured me, looking at me as though I was a goddess.

  I felt like one.

  William’s hands moved to my hips, thrusting harder, more roughly. I whimpered as my sensitive flesh shuddered around his cock as every thrust pressed his body against my little button of pleasure. Gasping and writhing, my pleasure went on and on.

  I felt him shove deep, pulsing, and for the first time, I felt the hot spurt of his cum. My pussy clenched around him, and I shuddered at the sensation of him throbbing against the walls of my body. Panting for breath, I went limp against Clive.

  Clive was murmuring in my ear, whispering what a good girl I was as his hands caressed me, his cock digging into
my back. Atop me, William’s head hung down, and he dropped a smattering of kisses on my shoulder.

  I had never felt like this with any other man.

  So cared for. So attended to. So satisfied.

  I had been told it could feel this good but had never experienced it.

  Rolling off, William laid on his side beside me, his eyes glowing with approval. I smiled back at him, happy to have pleased him.

  “Think you can handle one more husband?” Clive asked, slipping out from beneath me.

  My head dropped back against the mattress—a much more familiar position, even if it had been months. My legs were still spread, and I felt muzzy, satiated… but I did not want to disappoint either of my new husbands.

  “Yes,” I said immediately. William smiled. Clive studied my face intently, as though he suspected I wasn’t telling the truth. I bit my lip. Should I have said no? Would a virgin have said no?

  “I won’t be mad if you want to wait,” Clive said, his fingers stroking my inner thigh, then up to my swollen pussy. I moaned as he touched the soft, swollen folds. Not because I was aroused again, but because I was so incredibly sensitive, even that soft touch elicited a reaction. “You’re likely to be sore tomorrow, as it is.”

  I hesitated only a moment, but I told the truth. “I still want to… consummate my marriage with both of my husbands.”

  Not because I thought it would bind them to me, although there was that as well. I truly wanted to please Clive. I didn’t need another climax, but I wanted the intimacy and wanted to feel claimed by both of the men who had married me.