by Krista Wolf
But we’d been doing it for years now, the four of us.
And we were getting good at it.
“Get over here,” I whispered.
Kyle stepped forward to kneel on the bed, bringing himself to the perfect height for what came next. His already-hard cock swung into view and I closed my hand around it. It was smooth and flawless, with just the right-sized head.
“Let your wife take care of you,” I winked, trying the other word out for myself. As I wrapped my lips around him I decided I liked that word too. Loved it, in fact. It felt so natural. So perfect.
“MMMMmmmm…”
Ryan slowed just long enough for me to get adjusted to having a second husband in my throat. Then he started up again, pushing his way deep, forcing me forward onto Kyle until I couldn’t take another inch, then sliding slowly, achingly backward as my pussy clung desperately to his wonderful girth.
Two hands slid over my breasts, cupping me through my wedding gown. They felt around for a while before working their way beneath, skin against skin, Dakota’s big palms gliding down over my warm, supple flesh, the nipples hardening almost instantly at his touch.
If this wasn’t heaven, I was fine with it. I’d stay right here forever.
“Your heart’s racing,” Dakota whispered into my ear.
My eyes shifted sexily his way. But my mouth was busy.
“It’s too late to get cold feet now,” he teased. “The deal’s done.”
Switching hands, I reached out for him. I found his chest first, playing my way slowly down over his ribbed stomach. Then my fingers slithered further south, to cup his balls… all thick and heavy in my hand.
“You’re hogging our wife,” I heard someone grunt distantly. “My turn.”
Ryan withdrew, rather reluctantly, and I felt Jason take his place. His hands took my hips with all new urgency, planting his body behind me. I moaned softly around Kyle as he rubbed the head of his manhood up and down, all along the entrance to my molten channel.
“Fuck her already,” Kyle warned, “or I’m going to. But quit playing around.”
Jason pushed the tip inside and then stopped. I whimpered as he swirled it around, like the biggest tease on the planet.
“I’ll do whatever I want,” he said to Kyle. “Even if—”
I waited until his swirling cock was dead center. Then I shoved back on him, engulfing him in one gratifying thrust. Sheathing him before he could pull back, or move to stop me.
“Fuck…” Jason swore, totally helpless. He slapped my ass in protest. “That was a dirty trick.”
“Mmmm-Hmmm,” I moaned, sucking Kyle even harder. Two down. I was still cupping Dakota in my palm, my perfectly-manicured fingernails dragging lightly over his balls.
Jason started fucking me hard, partly to punish me, partly because it felt so damned good. I took him deep, as I had with Ryan, rolling my hips at the end of every thrust to bring him all the way down to the root.
Kyle shifted away, and suddenly Ryan was there. I took him greedily, slurping him down my throat as he guided my head against his stomach. Eventually I lost Dakota too, and picked him up again as he slid into Jason’s place. I had to arch my back more, spreading my legs even wider to accommodate him.
I winced as Dakota’s hands went to my shoulders. Wasting no time, his cock split me from behind and my eyes crossed.
Three, I thought to myself vaguely. That’s three husbands.
It was odd that I was suddenly counting. I’d never counted before. Yet they were taking me as their wife now. It was a first time, a special moment that I knew would always stand out in my mind.
As silly as it seemed, it meant something.
“Help me with this thing, it’s in the way…”
I felt a tug on my crotch as my panties were pulled tight. Then suddenly—
RIIIIP!
“Thanks bro.”
So much for my bridal lingerie. I was still wearing my white stockings, the garters too. But now I could feel what was left of my panties dangling between my legs, a shredded, lacy ruin.
I chalked it up to just another hot memory of my soon-to-be honeymoon.
“Damn she’s wet…” Dakota grunted.
He was plowing away at me doggie-style, making it almost impossible for me to keep Ryan in my mouth. Every thrust pushed me further into the bed, until I was gripping the edge with two clawed hands.
Someone shoved a pillow beneath me, presumably for comfort.
Oh my God…
“Easy man,” Kyle laughed nervously. “I know you’re eager but…”
Whatever he was saying, Dakota didn’t want to hear it. He kept screwing me harder and faster, with a wild, desperate abandon that both shocked me and turned me on at the same time. My dress was everywhere. One or more of them were constantly pushing it back, smoothing it down. But it felt sexy on my body. It made me even hotter just to feel it brushing against my exposed skin.
Someone else moved in front of me. I lifted my head, mouth open and ready, and was instead greeted with another hot, soulful kiss. Jason’s eyes bore silently into mine, holding me in his gaze as I bounced back and forth against his friend. I could sense his arousal, feeding off mine. My own lust, reflected in his eyes…
“Let me have her now.”
It was like a switch being pulled. I felt Dakota back off gradually, slowing his thrusts like a machine being powered down. When he finally left me my body protested, craving more. But then I was flipped onto my back. Tossed downward against a fluffy white ocean of silk, satin, and lace.
I felt my legs being spread, my ankles gripped on either side by strong, capable hands. Then Kyle was there, pushing his way between my thighs. Staring down at me adoringly as he guided himself against my glistening sex.
“The last one,” I breathed, smiling up at him.
“The first one,” he grinned back.
I reached up and pulled him into me, sinking him all the way to my core. It was the alpha and the omega. The beginning and the end. Or rather, the end of a long road; of somehow finding and dating and falling in love with four beautiful men.
And the beginning of having four incredible, Army Ranger husbands.
We fell into our familiar rhythm, the one reserved just for us. The one we’d perfected alone, just like I’d done with Ryan, or Dakota, or Jason.
“God you’re soaked…”
I groaned and clawed at his ass, pulling him deeper inside of me. Sliding my fingers into his hair, I made a tight fist. Then I pulled him over my shoulder, so I could whisper into his ear.
“My sexy soldier…”
He fucked me deeply, cradling me in his arms. Nuzzling his face into my hair. Sliding his warm cheek up against mine.
“My ivory princess.”
My body convulsed and shuddered around him. It was all so perfect, like a pristine dream. The destination wedding, the reception, the castle! Dancing and gliding and floating on air… with four gorgeous husbands.
Kyle kissed me, and I melted beneath him. The scope and depth of my love for him ran just as deep as with any of the others, but there would always be something special between us. A bond of firsts. We shared a common origin, one that kicked off the whole crazy thrill ride that became my life, my work, my loves…
My everything.
Fifty-Nine
SAMMARA
I climaxed first around Kyle, coming so fiercely I began thrashing my head from side to side. I was only vaguely aware of the others, still holding my ankles high. Still pinning my legs back behind my head, stretching me wide for their brother-in-arms.
The best part of sleeping with them all was that each of my men knew my body. They knew my movements, my motions, the limits of my flexibility. They knew what aroused me and what teased me and what brought me off almost instantly when I got horny enough to want it.
But they also knew when to back off. When to let me come down from an orgasm… that moment when they would free me to cross my legs and squeeze my
thighs together and shudder through wave after wave of warm euphoria.
I was welcomed back to earth with more kisses, more love. Jason was tonguing my left breast, Ryan my right. Their mouths were so hungry, their tongues so hot and wet I was forced to grab their heads and squeeze them into me as hard as I could before the sensations became too much.
Down below, Kyle had withdrawn and Dakota was there. His mouth was buried between my legs… his tongue fluttering up and down my honeypot with talented, recognizable strokes. He devoured me like he had the oral playbook for my pussy, which of course he did, which of course I’d given him over countless nights of going down on each other and exploding simultaneously with almost expert practice.
They’re all yours now…
I closed my eyes, writhing in pleasure as my husbands ravished me together. Losing myself in the feeling of so many hot mouths on my body…
They belong to you.
It still didn’t register. Not fully. Not completely.
And you belong to them.
That little fact might’ve scared some women. Not me. Being possessed by them was one of the things I loved most about our relationship. Probably because there was so much trust between us all. So much respect and faith and love.
A warm erection was pressed against my mouth, and I opened eagerly. As I turned my head to accommodate it, another appeared on the other side. Someone’s hand guided mine, placing it over his manhood. My legs were lifted again. A rush of adrenaline surged through my body as yet another of my lovers sank back into me.
This is your life now...
I sucked harder, switching from side to side, working hard not to leave anyone out, not to exclude a single one of my beautiful men. As their wife, I’d have to satisfy them all. Maybe not all at once, all at the same time, but during the honeymoon? Oh yes. It would be like this every single night…
I’d take it as a challenge. Satiating each of them, together and in turn, wearing every last jet of their warm seed as a badge of honor.
In time they were fucking me again. Lifting one leg and scissoring me deep. Screwing me hard from one end, while a set of hands on my shoulders pushed back from the other.
I rode them too, one by one. Squatting down over each of them, while my rapidly-decaying wedding dress spilled out in all directions. It was especially sexy, not being able to see our union. Knowing that somewhere down there, buried beneath a shimmering mirage of taffeta and silk, we were still screwing our brains out.
I came again, riding Ryan. Clawing his chest while he used his hands to keep my dress out of his face. I laughed and bent down, tongue-kissing him deeply. Bringing him almost off inside me, to where he had to forcibly shove me off him to stop himself from coming.
They tagged me. Spitroasted me. Took turns on me… always switching off. Always trading places just before they came, just in time for the next of my lovers to drive himself deep inside, or to spread me open and lower his mouth against my eager, dripping pussy.
Finally I saw Kyle getting close. I reached up to play with his nipples, to bring him all the way off inside me.
“Not yet,” he said, swatting my hand away gently. “Not—”
“Switch!”
It occurred to me suddenly then that not one of them had come. Not one of them had reached their own climax, they’d only been focused on mine.
“Give it to me,” I whispered, as Jason filled me again. I could feel the delicious stretch of his cock tunneling its way inside me. “Please! I want it…”
He smiled knowingly, bearing his weight down hard. Spearing me fully, perhaps as a distraction to what I was saying. I gasped at the sudden stab of pleasure edged with pain.
“Put it in me…” I whimpered. “Make me yours.”
Jason bent to kiss me, chuckling into my mouth. “You’re already mine,” he argued, glancing down. “See?”
I shook my head from side to side.
“Not until you come in me.”
I saw the sudden challenge, the competitiveness light up in his eyes. He glanced up at Kyle, and Dakota, and Ryan. Something meaningful passed between them, and the three of them finally nodded.
“Alright then,” Jason grunted. “Get ready.”
He flipped me over again, this time roughly. It was absolutely wonderful. My panties still hung down in tatters — shredded rags each of my lovers pushed aside every time they entered me. My once-beautiful stockings had runs in them. Giant holes, even.
Oh GOD…
Jason gripped my hips and thrust into me hard, our bodies smashing together with palpable force. He was so deep… and so hard! But he wasn’t fucking me yet…
I could barely stand it.
“Jason please…”
He went at it abruptly, pulling out and slamming back into me before the words had finished leaving my mouth. It felt so fucking good! So achingly, devastatingly amazing! The feel of his fingers digging into my hips and the sudden urgency of his thrusts made me realize just how close to the edge he’d been this whole time.
“I’m… I can’t…”
“Let it go.”
He looked up, and saw me batting my blue eyes over my shoulder. It was all he needed, but I went further anyway.
“Jason, come. Come for me, honey…”
It happened instantly, like a bomb going off inside me. Jason didn’t just come, he detonated. His whole body pulsated in a giant wave, surging forward, filling my pussy with jet after jet of his white-hot seed.
“UNNNGGHHHH!”
He held me clamped tightly, almost painfully against him, so hard that I could barely move. Instead I churned my ass in a slow circle, writhing it, wriggling it back against him in an effort to drain him totally and completely.
“Oh my GOD…”
He was cursing savagely, mumbling something under his breath. In time he let go, pulling out of me. All five of us watched as my pussy began dripping immediately. Jason’s come ran down my ass, my thighs, soaking into the skirts of my dress…
“Now I’m your wife,” I smiled back at him.
The others were standing at attention, holding their own throbbing erections. Looking hotter and hornier than I’d ever seen any of them before.
Over the still-beautiful ruins of my wedding dress I wriggled my ass in their direction.
“Who’s next?”
Sixty
SAMMARA
Dakota took me next, driving so deep inside my come-filled pussy I swore I could feel him in my throat. He leaned in over my back. Pulled hard on my shoulders with both hands, driving himself home, showing me he was firmly in command.
“YESSSSS…” I hissed, smiling as he began dogging me mercilessly. “Fuck yes!”
The whole bed rocked, shifting against the floor as he pounded my body against his own. It was furious, even desperate. Dakota said nothing the whole time he fucked me, but even through my mess of hair I could feel his hot breath on my neck. And I could hear him growling too. His respiration turning short, every breath coming fast…
“SAMMARA—”
“Do it.”
Again, the surge. Again, the glorious, earth-shattering explosion, deep in my womb. Dakota made animal sounds throughout his orgasm, grunts and groans and moans that at times, didn’t even sound human. His arms remained locked as he made use of my body; everything totally and completely rigid as he shot me full, to the point of overflowing, with his come.
Dakota moved aside. Kyle took his place. It was like that often, only this time would be special. This was our wedding night. This was the session we’d remember forever — the one seared indelibly into our brains.
I wanted his orgasm to be good. I wanted to rock his world.
“God you’re like lava…”
I laughed as he sank into me, swirling himself around. Feeling how warm and wet and gooey I was, and how incredible it would feel for him to add himself to the mix.
“You close?” I asked over my shoulder, raising an eyebrow.
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�Been close forever,” he sighed, actually sounding relieved.
“Good,” I smiled. “Enjoy me, baby.”
I bucked into him and rotated, making slow circles with my ass. Giving him the full treatment, making sure he was literally buried in me by the time he went off.
As it turned out, that moment wasn’t that far away. Kyle grabbed me and pulled me into him, lifting me so that we were both kneeling upright. He began kissing my neck, and I turned my head back to kiss him at the exact moment he came.
It happened silently with him, although I could see the blissful agony of his contorted face. Kyle’s cock thumped hard against my innermost places, spurting and streaming as he dumped his hot load in me. We kept kissing throughout, and I think that made it ten times hotter. It was an act of love, as well as sex. A final consummation of our very unique bond, sealed by our eager, churning lips.
He let go of me and withdrew. I basked in the warmth of him even after he was gone, running out of me, seeping down my legs…
Then Ryan threw me back on the bed, my dress bouncing everywhere.
“Ohhh!”
He spread me wide and entered me, all in one motion. Face to face. Chest to chest. Our lips met and our eyes stayed open, flaring wildly as he bottomed out in the simmering depths of my womanhood.
No words needed to pass between us. With Ryan and I, it was all in the eyes. He screwed me just as deeply with his piercing gaze as he did with his long, strong cock. I gasped as he held me down. My hands clamped helplessly around his bulging biceps and triceps… feeling the muscles tense and shift as he changed the angle and depth of his beautiful thrusts.
Our union was the culmination of a tumultuous courtship, followed by bonds forged in the fires of commonality. We had shared tears and triumphs together. Losses and frustrations. Every emotion, both good or bad, was built into this one last crescendo. I could feel his excitement, gathering in my belly. Swelling up, rolling outward…
Ryan’s brown eyes flared as he poured himself inside of me. It was so hot I almost couldn’t bare to look at him. I wanted to roll my eyes back, to just let go and enjoy the incredible, spontaneous orgasm that was crashing over me in heated waves.