While Roscoe kissed me, Shane positioned himself between my legs on the bed then lifted up my skirts and wrestled with my petticoat. He untied my drawers and slid them down my thighs. I squirmed with anticipation. What was he going to do to me? Before I could even think about what was happening he had his fingers there, pressed against my feminine folds, sending sparks shooting through me. I gasped against Roscoe’s mouth and my back arched all by itself, inviting Shane to touch me more.
I reached out to touch them but Roscoe caught my wrists and held them above my head, pressed against the bed. “No,” he whispered in my ear. “You are to lie still and let us pleasure you.”
“But –“
“No buts.” He touched his finger to my lips. “Hush.
Shane’s mouth replaced his fingers, licking and sucking on my swollen sex where his fingers had been. His mouth down there was so unexpected, and felt so naughty, yet I didn’t want him to stop. My eyes widened as his hot tongue explored my pussy, making my pulse race and my whole body tingle.
“Oh!” I moaned as Roscoe kissed his way down my throat, all the way to my breasts, kissing the edge of my nipple, sucking it into his mouth. At the same time, Shane delved inside me with his tongue, driving me wild with desire.
Wifely duty? This was no duty. Aunt Nellie clearly had no idea what she was talking about.
Sparks flew up and down my body and I writhed on the bed under their touch. I’d never felt like this before. I hadn’t known it was possible for my body to feel so alive. All my nerve endings were on fire as Shane and Roscoe both worked their magic with their fingers and tongues.
“Oh!” I tried to stop my shameful sounds of arousal but it was impossible. The most incredible sensations ricocheted through my body, stretching everything tight, winding me up like a top, making me hot and achy and wanting.
“Oh my!” This was wrong. So wrong. But it felt so good! I tilted my pelvis up, offering them my body, silently begging them for more.
They obliged me. Their fingers and tongues moved faster and faster against me, flicking lightly, teasing me, tormenting me. Still sucking on my nipple and caressing my breasts, Roscoe reached down with his other hand, sliding his rough fingers down my torso, to the little nub at the top of my pussy. He pinched it lightly between forefinger and thumb. Shane’s tongue delved deeper inside me and the thin thread holding me captive snapped. I arched my back and squealed out my pleasure like a common hussy as my whole body exploded. I was flying! I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. I could only feel. And what I felt as the earth shattered around me and wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me was amazing.
I lay back on the pillows, sated and spent, as my body trembled. Shane and Roscoe both grinned.
Roscoe took my chin in his hand and looked straight into my eyes. “This is what it means to be ours, sweetheart. Do you want it?”
“Yes!” I cried. “Yes, yes!”
There was no doubt in my mind for a moment. I had never, even in my wildest imaginations, dreamed that I would have two husbands. But after what they had just done to me I had to wonder how one could possibly be enough?
I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to catch my breath. All of the women I knew who only had one husband, were definitely missing out.
The bed shook as Shane and Roscoe both stood up and I opened my eyes to look at them. Both of them looked sheepish, almost regretful. Their shirts were untucked, their hair ruffled. But still, they looked so handsome. They were both by far the best looking men I’d ever met. Huge, too. So much bigger than my brother. I felt dwarfed as I stood up beside them.
“We’d better take you to Emma, Kane and Ian’s house for the night. They’re the closest,” Roscoe said. “Dress yourself sweetheart. Then we’ll go before it gets any later.”
I looked at him in confusion. Go? Why?
Roscoe must have read my mind. “It’s not proper for you to stay with us tonight,” he said.
I looked at him, amused. “Not proper?” I asked. “After what you’ve just done to me?” There was no part of my body they hadn’t seen or touched. Who did they think they were fooling, shipping me off to stay elsewhere? Were appearances really that important? Maybe things out here weren’t so different to Philadelphia, after all.
“We’ve already gone too far. We don’t want to risk your reputation.”
“Shouldn’t that be up to me?” I asked.
“No. It’s a matter of honor not to debauch our wife before the wedding. If you’re not here, we won’t be able to give in to temptation,” Shane said.
I nodded. That made sense. I didn’t like it, but I understood it. I’d only just met these men and didn’t want to leave them so soon. Especially if it meant meeting even more strangers. But if it was what they wanted, I
