by Golden Angel
As soon as I heard the clump of boots making their way to the front door, I hurried to greet my husbands. My body was aching, and I was going to explode if I didn’t get some satisfaction soon. Before they even had a chance to open the door, I flung it open and threw myself at them.
Clive’s eyes went wide with surprise, but he caught me easily.
“Sassy? What—”
I cut him off, pulling his head down and kissing him with all the desperation and erotic frustration the afternoon had ignited inside me.
9
Clive
* * *
William had told me he’d left our wife wanting, but I don’t think either of us could have expected how desperate she’d become, waiting for us.
She hit me with the force of a runaway horse, body careening into mine, arms wrapping around my neck and pulling me down to her as her lips came up to me. Sassy was a sensual woman, eager to please William and me in the bedroom, but she’d never been like this.
Her kiss was demanding but pleading, her hands already moving down my collar to the buttons down the front of my shirt as if she couldn’t get me undressed fast enough. My cock had turned rock-hard so fast, I was dizzy. I kissed her back, responding to her need, my hands groping her bottom and pulling at her skirt.
Behind me, William chuckled.
“Don’t you think you should get her in the house before you two get naked, Clive?” William chided, not quite scolding—a tone I recognized as one I often used on him.
I felt my cheeks turn red as I lifted my lips from hers. I had actually forgotten where we were standing. Sassy affected me so strongly, I hadn’t been thinking… hadn’t cared.
“Of course,” I said gruffly, sweeping her up in my arms to carry her into the house, pretending I hadn’t completely lost my head over her kiss. Sassy squirmed in my arms, panting, her cheeks flushed with arousal.
“Wait, where’s my hello kiss?” William complained, following us in.
Sassy glared at him over my shoulder. “You?! You put that thing in me, then left me, here without letting me climax!”
Ah, so our girl could hold a grudge. Good to know. I chuckled, no longer feeling so envious about William winning our coin toss earlier. I’d been tormented all afternoon while I was working, wishing I’d been able to watch as her bottom took the plug for the first time and see her reactions firsthand. Still, I had some sympathy for William since it could have just as easily been me in his position. I patted Sassy’s bottom before setting her down.
“And you better not have brought yourself off while you were waiting for us.”
Turning her glare on me, she was squirming and jittery, panting for breath. Her nipples were hard nubs, pressing against the front of her dress, begging to be touched, sucked. My mouth watered in anticipation.
“Does it look like I gave myself any satisfaction?” she snapped.
William and I exchanged a look. She was bordering on being disrespectful. My palm started to itch, but she hadn’t quite crossed the line to where we’d spank her. Yet.
“She’s not used to this,” William said, understanding where my thoughts were leading. He frowned at Sassy. “I—we—understand you’re frustrated, but that doesn’t excuse rudeness.”
“As if you wouldn’t be rude in my circumstances?” She looked aghast.
“We’ve been in your circumstances all day,” I said, reaching out to take her hand and place her palm over the bulge at the front of my pants. I groaned as her fingers curved around it, giving me the first sense of relief I’d had all afternoon. “I’ve been hard as a rock, thinking about you back here, plugged, wet, and waiting for us.”
Sassy stared up at me, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. Her little pink tongue flicked out, wetting her lips, trying to figure out whether she wanted to snap again, or if she wanted her orgasm.
“Me, too.” William walked up to her other side and took her hand, placing it over his own contained erection.
Sassy
* * *
I wanted to yell at William that he could have taken care of that earlier for both of us… but then that wouldn’t have been very fair to Clive, would it? I sighed, closed my eyes, and let myself enjoy the hard bulges under the rough fabric of their pants. At least I hadn’t been the only one suffering this afternoon.
What did they say? Misery loves company. But there were far more fun things to do together than be miserable.
My husbands crowded around me, their hands sliding over my body, their lips pressing against either side of my neck, and I whimpered as I clenched around the plug. I was so full, yet so empty. My pussy pulsed with need, and my clit throbbing between my thighs.
Hands plumped my breasts, and someone pulled on my hair, tugging my head back. William’s lips pressed against mine while Clive’s teeth scraped over the delicate skin of my collarbone. My body was burning up with a need I’d never experienced.
“Please,” I begged when William’s lips lifted. “Don’t tease me anymore. I can’t take it.” I didn’t want to be teased—I wanted to be taken. If they teased me anymore, my body felt as if it would shatter into pieces, unable to sustain the level of need wound so tightly inside.
“As you wish,” William said, exchanging one of those looks with Clive, where they seemed to read each other’s mind.
The next thing I knew, I was lifted onto the table and laid out on my back. William flipped my skirts up, stepped between my legs, and hooked his arms beneath them, lifting and spreading my thighs apart. He did not even remove our clothes, just opened the front of his pants, his cock springing free, so he could slide right into me.
Crying out, my body arched as he filled me with one smooth thrust, his cock shoving in and fighting with the plug for space. Sparks kindled through my body, and my muscles clenched down around him and the plug, making William throw back his head and groan.
Clive took my hand—I hadn’t even noticed him coming around to the side of the table—and wrapped it around his cock before he fondled my breasts. I squeezed the thick organ, my arm automatically pumping, although I couldn’t focus on what I was doing. Not with William thrusting, hard and fast just like I needed, while Clive squeezed my breasts.
I writhed, the sudden maelstrom of sensations overwhelming me. I had gone from a plug, sitting quietly in my bottom, titillating and arousing me, to being fucked by one husband while the other tormented my breasts. Clive pulled open the top of my dress, giving him better access to pinch and tug on my nipples, and I keened at the hot burst of pleasure.
William groaned, fucking me harder, faster. My pussy slickly contracted around him, and I cried out with exultant abandon as I finally reached my peak. The anticipation throughout the afternoon had primed my body, and I was reaping the benefits.
The climax was even more intense than usual, whether from the long wait or from my muscles spasming around the plug in my bottom, it was impossible to say. I sobbed with ecstasy, tears sliding down the sides of my cheeks as every inch of my body buzzed and hummed from their expert assault.
“Hell… Sassy… you feel so damn good…” William thrust in hard, and I felt him throbbing and filling me with his seed. I slumped beneath him, panting, my own release finally wrung out of me, leaving me breathless and spent. He leaned over me for a long moment with his eyes closed before his cock began to soften inside me.
I already felt wrung out from finally achieving my long-awaited orgasm… but I still had another husband to satisfy.
I gasped when Clive rolled me over onto my stomach, and my stiff, tingling nipples met the cool wood of the table. After all his pinching and tugging, they were more sensitive than usual, and any movement against the hard surface made them prickle pleasurably. I laid my cheek against the table, meeting William’s eyes. He gave me a lazy grin.
My skirts, which had fallen over my legs when I rolled, were flipped up, baring my bottom. Fingers gripped my hips, and the head of his cock rubbed against my slick, swollen pussy. I whimper
ed as little zings of pleasure sizzled through my insides, feeling exquisitely sensitive after William’s rough pounding and my own intense orgasm.
Not that I would ask Clive to stop.
He thrust in just as hard and fast as William had, and I cried out, shutting my eyes against William’s avid expression as he watched Clive ride me. The new position meant every time Clive slammed home, his body pressed against the base of the plug, making it feel as though both it and his cock were shoving into me at once. My body spasmed around the invaders, the powerful stimulation making my senses shriek.
Clive’s fingers gripped my hips tightly, pinning me to the table in a feat of fierce, raw lust, he vented on my all-too-willing body. Even as tears began to slide down my cheeks again, the intensity of the pleasure running through me becoming almost painful, I loved every second of it.
The feeling of him inside me, the slippery wetness of William’s cum easing his passage, William’s eyes watching us with pleasure, even though he’d already taken his fill…
It was savagely intimate and entirely satisfying.
He buried himself in my pussy, and I cried out as his cock pressed against a spot deep inside. My whole body seized and quaked, muscles clutching his cock and the plug, sending me soaring with rapture and milking him as he came.
Completely limp from pleasure, I sighed with utter repletion.
William
* * *
Watching Clive take our wife stirred my cock, even though it had only been mere minutes since I’d had her. If I wasn’t so damn hungry for actual food, I might have stepped up for a second, slower turn with our wife, but that could wait for later. My stomach growled in agreement. It had been a long day, although I’d enjoyed the homecoming.
Clive pulled away from Sassy with a satisfied sigh that matched my sentiments. She opened her eyes, but I could tell she wasn’t seeing me even though she was looking at me. There was a happy little smile on her face that made my heart pound with something other than lust.
Something sweeter.
Something softer.
Dinner was delicious, as always, and Sassy had baked us cookies for dessert, although she called them ‘biscuits’ to my and Clive’s amusement. I’d have to give her my ma’s recipe for real biscuits… I just had to remember where I’d put it. Unlike Sassy, neither Clive nor I had any skill at baking. She seemed to enjoy it, though, and we certainly enjoyed her efforts.
Unfortunately, there was also something we needed to discuss before bed that would put a bit of a damper on things. I cleared my throat.
“Sassy, what can you tell us about Lord Carmichael?”
Our wife froze in her seat, dark eyes opening wide, full of fear.
“Wh-what do you need to know?”
The tremor in her voice was enough to have Clive and me scooting closer to her, protectively offering our reassurance. We each took a hand, bolstering her from either side.
“Clive is going into town tomorrow to speak to the sheriff.” I caressed the soft skin of her hand with my thumb, trying to soothe her.
“I meant to go before this, but we had some catching up to do on the ranch after the wedding,” Clive said.
We weren’t a big operation, and with both of us away from the ranch at the same time, our workers took the brunt of it while we were away, but none of them had complained. They understood and were happy for us, but we hadn’t felt comfortable taking any time away until today when I’d come to the house to plug Sassy. Tomorrow, it would be Clive’s turn, although he’d be going into town since we’d take care of plugging our wife before we left for the day.
“It’s unlikely he’ll be able to follow you out here, even if he wanted to,” Clive said confidently. “But we won’t take any chances with your safety. I want Sheriff Baker to know there might be people asking after you and not to tell them anything. I’ll also tell him whatever I can about Carmichael, so he can be on the lookout.”
Sassy stared at the table, not meeting our eyes. Clive and I exchanged a worried glance over her head. She had told us about growing up in London, and we knew she hadn’t been rich and about her father before his death, but she never brought up the man she’d been running from. Clive still thought there was something she wasn’t telling us since most men would give up when a woman ran clear across the world to escape him, but I pointed out he’d already followed her to New York.
Neither of us understood a man who wouldn’t heed the word ‘no,’ but neither of us had ever been a lord, so we couldn’t begin to guess at his motivations.
“He has dark hair and eyes and…” She closed her eyes, swallowing hard. “I doubt he’d come for me himself. Not all the way out here when he couldn’t be sure he’d find me. I hope.” Her breath stuttered. “I never want to see him again.”
“Easy there,” I crooned, sliding my arm around her shoulders, using the same tone of voice I would on a fractious horse. “You won’t have to, sweetheart. We’ll keep you safe. I promise.”
Sassy finally looked up, meeting my gaze, and she smiled.
“I know. You two have made me feel safe for the first time in… well, in a very long time.”
“Well, that is what the ad promised,” Clive said, amused. I shot him a glare over Sassy’s head.
“Can we just go to bed and not talk about him?” Sassy pleaded prettily, looking back and forth between us. “I hate talking about him. Just saying his name taints the room with his presence.”
“Fair enough,” I said. Clive frowned but didn’t gainsay me, which was a bit of a surprise. Sassy had softened him. He wasn’t quite as bossy as he used to be. Looking back at our wife, my cock began to harden in anticipation. “Let’s go to bed, and your husbands will make sure you forget all about him.”
“Oh, will they?” Sassy sassed, raising one eyebrow as I helped her to her feet. Clive smirked.
Yes, we would.
After teasing her with the plug and our fingers, suckling her breasts at the same time until she was begging us to take her, I put her on top of me, facing away, so I could play with the base of the plug. Clive stood over my legs, feeding her his cock while she bounced up and down on mine.
By the end, Sassy fell straight to sleep with a smile on her face, as promised. Our sweet wife. The emotions in my chest swelled.
Cherished and protected. That’s what we had promised, and that’s what we would give her.
10
Clive
* * *
The jail was empty when I walked in, except for Sheriff Baker. Sitting at his desk reading a newspaper, he looked up sharply when I entered. Seeing my calm demeanor, he relaxed.
“Howdy, Sheriff.” I nodded my head in greeting.
“Howdy, Clive,” he said, putting down the newspaper with a smile. “What brings you here today?”
“Just need a minute, Sheriff.” I took the seat across from him, leaning back wearily. I was more tired since Sassy came into our lives, although I didn’t regret it one bit. “It’s probably nothing, but my and William’s new bride might have a problem that will follow her here, and we just want to make sure she’s safe.”
“That’s right, I’d heard about the wedding,” Sheriff Baker said, a grin splitting open his face. “Congratulations. When do we get to meet the lucky lady?”
“We should be at church next week.” We’d missed the past Sunday’s service, but we usually managed to attend. It was the most regular socializing we did since both William and I were homebodies. The saloon had never much appealed to either of us.
With Sassy at home, we were even more inclined to stay at home for the most part, but we also wanted to show her off and give her a chance to meet the neighbors.
“I’m looking forward to meeting her. So, what kind of trouble is she running from?” He put his arms on his desk, leaning forward, eyes serious.
“A man who wanted her,” I said, my lips twisting. “His name is Lord Carmichael. She hasn’t said much, but she’s scared to death of him. He follow
ed her all the way from England to New York.” As I spoke, Sheriff Baker began to frown. Women around here were protected and respected, and I knew he’d seriously take even a slight threat to one. “I doubt he’d even know how or where to find her, but William and I want to make sure we’ve done everything we can to keep her safe.”
Sheriff Baker rubbed his chin. “Your Sassy… what does she look like?”
There was something about the way he asked that made my hackles rise. “Why?”
He gave me a look. “Just tell me, please.”
I straightened in the chair, no longer relaxed.
“Not too tall but not too short, she comes to just under my chin when she’s standing straight. Long black hair and dark eyes, light tan to her skin, and…” I hesitated but foraged on. I didn’t want to sound like I was bragging but also wanted to tell the truth. “She’s gorgeous. One of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, although she did her best to hide it on the way here. I can understand why a man would become obsessed with her, although he should have respected her rejection.”
William and I certainly had, in our own way, but since that happened after we’d married her, it was hardly the same thing.
The expression on the Sheriff’s face had become blank. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, let alone feeling, making me even more worried. A long moment of silence stretched between us as if he couldn’t quite figure out what to say to me. I gripped the arms of the chair.
“Say whatever it is you need to say, Sheriff.”
“I think someone might already be in the area, looking for her.” The Sheriff met my eyes, looking almost sad. My chest tightened with fear, and I had to push down the urge to jump up and rush back to the ranch. I could tell he had more to say. “There are some men who have been asking around. They showed up two days ago, looking for someone who sounds like her, but…”