Lizzie looked at the man who was both partner and brother to Caelan and, with a sensual smile that was as old as time, she purred, “Then, you’d best get out of his way so he can fuck me.”
Caelan stood, slapping her ass with a bit of sting then hitched up his pants.
Gavan practically threw him aside as he dropped behind Lizzie, opened his trousers, and rammed home with his cock.
Lizzie squealed in aroused delight before succumbing to her orgasm and screaming his name.
Caelan got great pleasure watching Gavan have at Lizzie. Never before had the son of the Laird of the Clan MacLean given into his baser side, or allowed his heart to become engaged. Caelan hid his smile. There was no doubt in his mind that, at long last, Gavan had fallen in love.
When he was finished, Gavan had encouraged Lizzie to stretch out. As she did, he stroked her body like one would a cat, and their bride purred in pleasure.
Calen joined them, lying down next to her.
“I went back into town and picked ye up a few things,” said Caelan.
“I don’t want anything from that fucking shithole of a town,” she spat.
Gavan’s hand descended on her upturned rump with the speed of a striking rattler.
She rolled over, spoiling for a fight. “God damn it, Gavan!” she snarled.
Without a word, Gavan stood up, pulled on his trousers and boots and then hauled Lizzie up by her hair, striding for the creek where they had left soap and cloths for her to be able to take a bath later. She had requested one the day before.
“Caelan?” she asked quietly.
“Aye, lass,” he said kissing her forehead before dipping his head and taking her nipple into his mouth.
“You and Gavan have had a bath, and Gavan said there’s a big tub at home, but could I go wash up in the creek?”
“Maybe in the morning.”
“But why…”
“Didna fuss at me, Lizzie,” he said in a low growl.
“I’m not clean… I have…” she stumbled over what to say.
“Ye have some of our spend in your short curls.”
“After this morning, it’s not the only place, and it’s itchy.”
Caelan had grinned. “Aye, ye remember that the next time you think to get uppity.”
Lizzie stomped her foot, and Caelan had swatted her ass. Gavan was right, their Lizzie had a fine ass for spanking and, as soon as he got her home, he meant to enjoy her arse for fucking. They’d come to know their Lizzie loved having them pump their seed in her. She got the most rapturous, glazed-over look when they spilled themselves in her. She would sigh like the proverbial alley cat.
Earlier in the day, her defiant streak had reared its ugly head over a simple request he made of her. When she wouldn’t back down, they spit roasted her between them. Gavan had fucked her mouth, and Caelan had given her cunny a good ramming.
When he was ready to release himself, Caelan had pulled out and sprayed her back with his essence.
Gavan did the same, except hauled her up on her knees and covered her glorious titties. Even though they’d brought her to climax, she’d thrown a veritable tantrum. Gavan had grasped her about the waist, bending her over his hip, and Caelan spanked her pretty bottom to a bright red. Once her temper dissolved into remorse with tears and promises to behave, he let up.
They both folded her into their embrace, and she’d sobbed, truly sorry for her outburst.
“There now, lass. Ye know better and, now, you know what happens to wives who get too big for their britches,” Gavan consoled her as Caelan collected the butt plug. When he bent her over his knee, and Caelan had parted her cheeks, she knew what was coming. She didn’t protest at all as he’d slid the larger of the two plugs into her pussy, twisting it to coat it well with her juices, and then seated it in her bottom hole.
“Now, ye go get on the bedroll, and ye think about having that plug up yer arse and that misbehaving and throwing tantrums have consequences.”
Lizzie tromped over to the bedroll, started to sit, thought better of it, considering the state of her backside, and glared at both, clearly pouting. They stood side by side.
“I didna think the lass has taken the lesson of the thrashing to heart,” Gavan said.
“Nay, but there’s more than one way to humble our wife. Wife,” he called, “Ye stretch out on yer belly and spread yer legs. Show yer husbands what a sweet cunny and arse you have for their use.”
He watched her struggle to contain her temper. Once she had it under control, she did as he told her. They left the plug in until after supper, making her help with cooking and chores without relief. She went from upset to sore to desperate for relief all right before their eyes.
In the end, Gavan had sat on the log and made Lizzie impale herself on his cock, sitting in his lap. Caelan removed the plug and then fingered her arse while Gavan moved her up and down his length.
She climaxed and howled repeatedly, calling their names.
When Gavan finished, he lifted her off his cock, tossed her over his knee, and held her while Caelan had fucked her mouth shooting a torrent of cum into her belly.
Now here they were the next day, confronted by her bad temper, again. Gavan had Lizzie by the roots of her hair as he strode toward the creek. Caelan imagined there’d be washing, but it would be her mouth and not her body.
Realizing his intent, Lizzie struggled and tried to dig her feet in.
Gavan simply transferred her mane from one hand to the other and spanked her the rest of the way to the creek.
Caelan followed and tried not to laugh.
Lizzie had become quite contrite and was trying to get Gavan not to soap her mouth. She failed miserably.
“How many times have I told
