It simultaneously feels like seconds and hours, and I really can’t tell how much time has passed when I finally share a kiss with each of my new husbands. And together, we walk back to the house, the sun warm on our skin, ready to start our “at-home honeymoon.”
Suddenly, Chris stops as we step into the living room. “Oh, wait, Mrs. Matthews,” he says, teasing me with my new name, “I have something for you.”
He pulls a folded sheet of paper from his pocket and offers it to me. Curious, I unfold it, to find that it’s a document listing me as a joint partner to him and James on the ranch.
“It’s about the only thing we could do to make sure you have every legal right we can manage, as our wife,” he says sheepishly.
I throw my arms around him and kiss him. “Thank you.”
James wraps his arms around me from behind, sandwiching me between himself and his brother. “This is your home now, too,” he says, “All we did was put it on paper.”
“It makes me legally your partner, and even if it’s not the kind of partnership we really share, it feels good to have something on paper, something concrete,” I tell them, holding the paper in my hands like the precious treasure it is.
“I’ve already started the paperwork for my name change, too,” I say shyly.
They both look touched. I hadn’t told them that I really was going to be Mrs. Matthews, and the excitement on their faces makes the secret I’ve kept all this time worth it.
With that, they grab my hands and drag me up the stairs. I’m not even fully in the bedroom before they have me out of my dress and both of them are missing a random assortment of clothes. James shoves me onto the bed and my panties disappear, and my hands are down Chris’ pants working his cock when James buries his head between my thighs.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathe as his tongue flits over my clit.
I stroke Chris’ dick with my hand while James devours my pussy, and the only sounds in the room are the heavy breathing and moans chorusing from us.
White-hot pleasure coils inside me and my back arches as an orgasm slams into me like a tidal wave.
I hear Chris reach into the bedside drawer for condoms and I reach out to stop him. He looks at me and I blush.
“I don’t think we need those,” I say softly.
I know I’m hoping to get the boys back, but I’m also hoping for a big family with these two. They’ll make amazing dads.
Chris smiles and nods, and we look at James to get his input. He nods in agreement as well, and a thrill runs through me, knowing I’m going to get to feel them filling me up with nothing between us.
“Lie down,” I instruct Chris, my excitement mounting.
He obeys, and I straddle his lap. I reach between us to slide his cock into position. He slides into my dripping pussy with ease, and I let out a small sigh of pleasure. “Now you, too, James,” I say, instructing him to kneel behind me and arching forward so the two of them can pack my pussy tight.
It takes a little work, with them both adjusting angles, but eventually they’re both inside me, filling me in a way that feels indescribably good. A little surge of pride surges through me at being able to take on both of their cocks at once, and when they start to move, the ecstasy coursing through me is like nothing I could’ve ever even dreamed.
I ride them both eagerly, taking them deeper and deeper with every thrust. Chris reaches up and strokes my clit while James fondles my tits, teasing the sensitive, pebbled flesh of my nipples.
I spiral into bliss over and over again until everything blurs into a constant crescendo of pure pleasure.
I ride them like this, at this apex of pleasure, until their thrusts grow erratic and their breathing becomes ragged. I know they’re about to cum, I can feel every little twitch and jerk of their cocks inside me, and when the heat floods my body, filling me, the climax that shakes through me is the most intense thing I’ve ever felt.
We collapse in a heap, breathless and sated. “I love you both so much,” I breathe, focusing on burning every moment into my brain so I can remember this forever.
“Love you, too, darlin’,” James says with a smile.
“Same here,” Chris adds.
It was crazy to think about exactly how we got here. A drunk girl interrupting strangers’ conversation about shamrocks had turned to me leaving my home country to chase after the loves of my life. And beyond getting the Matthews brothers back into my life, I feel like I’ve reclaimed a part of myself.
I’m not afraid anymore, to speak my mind. And the twins aren’t perfect, we all argue sometimes, but not for one second have I ever doubted that they love me. And I’ve reclaimed my passionate side, rediscovering not only my lust for them, but for life as a whole.
I know life isn’t going to be all sunshine and rainbows. Especially as we battle to claim custody of the boys I’d raised as my own. But no matter what we face, I know we can get through all of it together.
I glance down at my wedding ring, and the tiny engraving on the sides of four-leaf clovers, and I think that the four-leaf clever the Matthews twins tucked into my hair that very first night had brought me the very best of luck.
The End
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