Western Widows

by Vanessa Vale

  "I'd like to do it again, too," I replied, smiling almost coyly.

  "This time, can we remove your clothes?" He didn't move as he asked, just watched me closely gauging my reaction to his interest in seeing me unclothed. Another chink in the wall around my heart crumbled at his patience and concern. He could have made me strip, could have made me lay beneath him instead of being in the dominant position and ride him. He could have his way now, at any time, but he wasn't, even with his cock fully engorged and fully embedded.

  Ben wasn't Paul. Ben wasn't Paul.

  "You're not Paul," I whispered, repeating my thoughts out loud and looking into his dark, fathomless eyes.

  He gave the slightest shake of his head. "No, sweetheart."

  I was free. The feeling this realization brought was exhilarating. We barely knew each other, Ben and I, but he loved me. He had no doubt of it, even admitted it plainly. Somehow he'd known, just from looking at each other from across the room that I belonged to him.

  I'd felt it too, that heat that was between us, even in a quick gaze at a holiday social, but denied it.

  I lowered my head and kissed him. It was a daring move for I never initiated any kind of carnal act, but this wasn't just carnal, it was love. Or something akin to love that felt so wonderful. His lips, at first, were unmoving, his body taut in what I assumed was surprise, but he quickly relaxed and his mouth molded to mine. His tongue ran over my lower lip and I opened for him. Having his cock inside of me was one kind of connection, but a kiss, kissing Ben, was something amazing. It was connection, bonding and joining. His tongue mimicked the way his cock moved inside of me. Ben was stealing my breath and I pulled back, my lips slick and swollen.

  "Paul, he destroyed everything good," I told him, catching my breath. Ben's cheeks were flushed, his eyes half lidded, his cock twitching within me. "You...you were right. I don't understand it, couldn't even recognize it until now. This connection we have."

  Ben nudged his hips up slightly and groaned. "We're connected, sweetheart. A kiss, a simple, perfect kiss can make it as clear as glass. A good fuck, too."

  I rolled my eyes and grinned and shifted my hips. I couldn't hold still any longer, the feel of Ben's cock too good to resist. I reached to my waist and found the remainder of the buttons down the front of my dress, undid them with eager fingers, grabbed handfuls of the dress and lifted it over my head, tossing it on the floor. I worked the remainder of the stays and let the corset fall on top of the dress.

  Ben's gaze lowered, his cheeks growing ruddy, a sure sign of his pleasure. "Jesus, sweetheart, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen. I want to look at you, but I need to fuck you again first."

  "Yes, please," I panted, grinding my hips on him.

  He moved his hand to where we were joined, running his thumb over where we were joined. The rough pad of his thumb rubbed over my pussy lips spread wide around his cock, then moved forward to bump my very engorged little clit. My eyes widened at the touch—his first touch there. It had felt incredible when I'd done it to myself, but having Ben's hands on me was something amazing. With his other hand, he shocked me by reaching around behind me and sliding his fingers to find my back entrance.

  "Ben!" I cried in surprise, my thighs tensing against my hips. This was not something I ever imagined he would do, that could be done between man and wife. It was carnal, it was illicit, it was...oh God, so incredibly erotic.

  He circled my tight opening, my body instinctively clenching to keep him from gaining entry, yet shifting my hips so I could feel more. "I'm going to take you here, sweetheart. We'll have to train your ass first, but I'm going to make you completely mine. There's so much pleasure between us."

  Even with my surprise, I knew his words to be true. Whatever Ben did to me would be pleasurable.

  "Do you want me to show you how good it will feel?" he asked, one eyebrow raised. He was giving me the option to decline, but he'd done nothing to make me choose to do so. What he suggested was dark, but I felt the first hint of pleasure and wanted to know more. He'd made me curious about what could really be between a man and his wife.

  "Yes," I murmured.

  Desire flared in his eyes. Grabbing my hips, he hoisted me off his lap. "On your hands and knees, sweetheart."

  I shifted myself to comply and felt his seed seep from me. Looking over my shoulder, I looked at Ben who was looking at me, at my pussy. There was no way to hide my body from him in this position. I was more open, more exposed than I ever had before. If Ben was going to hurt me, now was the time. His words at this juncture could most certainly destroy me.

  "Your pussy's all red and swollen, my seed is coating you. There isn't a prettier sight."

  I smiled, warmth filling me. When he ran his fingers over my folds and slipped them into my slick channel, my eyes slipped shut and I groaned, my hips shifting back to take him deeper of their own volition. I began to rock my hips forward and back.

  "Ride my fingers, that's it. Show me what feels good."

  As I did that, completely focused on eking the most pleasure from his touch, his other hand slipped through his seed and slid over my back entrance, coating it and making it slick.

  "When I take you here, I have oil that will make you nice and slick, that will make my cock so slippery that I'll slide right in. For now, my seed will let me play. I don't want to hurt you. Only pleasure, sweetheart."

  As he spoke, his thumb rimmed and circled my ass. I paused my motions, unused to this new assault on my senses.

  "It's going to feel so good, Leah. That's it, move again and find your pleasure."

  I couldn't not move. I had to follow the pleasures of my body. I began to fuck Ben's fingers, his thumb now pressing against the tight ring of muscle of my bottom.

  "Relax, sweetheart. Push out. Good girl."

  When his thumb breached my opening, I cried out. It wasn't in pain, although the sensation of being stretched open for the first time was quite intense, but in pleasure. I had no idea I was so sensitive there, his thumb sliding over tissue that pushed me to the brink of my release.

  "Oh, Ben. It's...oh, it's too much. I'm going to come!" I cried.

  He was relentless in his touch, no reprieve given as his attentions overwhelmed me. I couldn't control what he was doing to me. My body wanted it, needed to come. With one sure nudge of his thumb in my ass, I came.

  I arched my back, thrusting my ass out further, taking his fingers completely into my pussy, his thumb stretching my ass wide. "Yes! Ben!" I screamed.

  Before I could even catch my breath, the amazing pleasure still coursing through my veins, Ben pulled his hands free and rolled me so that I was beneath him. My knees were bent on either side of his hips. Surprised by the roll but still lost to my pleasure, I didn't have a moment to feel threatened. This position was the only way Paul took me and it had not been gentle or the least bit pleasurable.

  "Put your legs around me," Ben said, his face just inches above mine, his forearms on the bed on either side of my head. I could see the intense need on his face. He was ready.

  I'd been beneath Paul, but it was nothing like this. I felt cocooned in safety, not trapped. When I wrapped my calves over Ben's back and crossed my ankles, he shifted nudged my opening and slipped within me in one strong thrust. His belly met mine. He thrust his hips none-too-gently, lowered his head and kissed me, ravenously, as if he could only survive by sharing our breaths.

  "Feel that, sweetheart?" he breathed.

  My eyes slipped shut and my mouth opened on a breathy exhale. The pleasure had ebbed, but did not recede completely. It was different this way, his cock working me in such a way that it felt like heat and fire and brightness coursing all swirled into one, having me on the brink of coming once more. "Do it again."

  His nose nudged my cheek, then his mouth was on the swirl of my ear, a very sensitive place directly beside it, down the nape of my neck as he moved within me.

  "This is...oh, Ben, I'm...I'm going to come again." With him it w
as so easy. After the first time, I recognized now that I was close, that my arousal had never diminished. He wouldn't have let me come down from the delicious high he'd given me. My ass tingled and felt almost empty now. I was so sensitive with him, so easily pushed to the brink...and soon enough over.

  He placed his mouth on my nipple and suckled it. I arched my back so he could take more of my breast and I ran my hands over his hair. It was as silky soft as I'd imagined.

  "Of course you are, sweetheart. Again and again. Nothing but pleasure."

  I couldn't talk after that for Ben proved his words. I came, not just once more, but again and again, just as he'd said.

  * * * * *

  "I knew he had a little tendre for you," Charlotte said in her kitchen the next day. She poured coffee into the mug on the table in front of me. Ben and I had walked over after sleeping late. He had kept me up most of the night, showing me all the different ways he liked to fuck, which I discovered I liked just as much. Besides not being the frigid bitch Paul had called me, I'd learned I was actually quite wanton.

  After the first time where Ben had allowed me to keep on my dress for modesty—which was humorous since we'd fucked, our bodies connected in the most elemental of ways—I'd been perfectly content remaining unclothed. The reason was simple. Ben liked me that way. I knew this by every heated gaze, the way his cock grew as he touched a nipple, in awe that it would furl into a tight tip just by the lightest of touches. He'd also told me so, over and over again. He'd even repeated his words I'm in love with you. It hadn't just been a man trying to get beneath my skirts. I'd, of course, had propositions of that kind from men who had no such offerings of love, nor of marriage. They'd most assuredly felt the lure of my rumored fortune.

  It hadn't been me that had insisted a love match, but Ben.

  He'd wanted to marry me even knowing I was a paupered, skittish widow. He loved me.

  "He was quite convincing," I told her, blowing on my hot coffee.

  "I'll bet. Those men certainly know how to convince."

  Ben had his own special form of convincing and I clenched my back entrance tightly about it. He'd insisted he play with my ass some more before we left the house. I'd been on my knees, holding onto the iron filigree of the headboard as he coated my back entrance as well as his thumb with slick oil and worked me open. He'd taken his time, slowly relaxing my clenched ring of muscle, then slipping through to fill me. His thumb moved in and out of me, fucking my ass as he whispered in my ear, kissed my nape and behind my neck.

  You're so tight, sweetheart. Imagine what it's going to feel like with my cock filling you here. So full. I'm going to claim your ass, coat you with my seed and brand you as mine.

  The one thing he didn't do was allow me to come. In fact, he'd slipped his thumb free and surprised me by something small and hard in its place.

  "This is a plug, sweetheart. I'm going to slip it into your ass and you're going to hold it within you while we go to Charlotte's for lunch."

  "Ben," I whined, more from not being able to come than the hard object he was working into me. It was comparable in size to his thumb, not overly large, but once seated, I was slightly stretched open and a little filled.

  There was no question I thought only of my ass and how Ben would fuck me there while I chatted innocently with Charlotte.

  "Very convincing," she reiterated. We burst out in laughter and this was how the men found us.

  "They are content without us, Ben," Liam said, going over to lean forward and kiss the top of Charlotte's head.

  "Speak for yourself," Ben grumbled. Instead of a simple kiss, he pulled me up and into his arms to give me a heated, languorous kiss. His tongue dipped into my mouth to tangle with mine and his hands at the back of my head angled me just to his liking. It was so easy to sink into the kiss, into him, but the soft laughter of our friends had Ben lifting his head. He hadn't come either and I could see the need on his face. Once he slipped the plug within me, we'd dressed and readied ourselves for leaving the house. He'd said we would never make it if we hadn't donned our clothes.

  "Why don't you kiss me that way?" Charlotte asked.

  Liam arched a brow, glanced at Ben, then to his wife. "It appears that the gauntlet has been tossed. Say farewell to our guests, baby."

  Charlotte's mouth fell open. "You can't mean to...now?"

  "Now," Liam replied. "Ben, let yourselves out."

  Liam bent at the waist and lifted his wife unceremoniously over his shoulder so her hands pummeled his bottom.

  "Keep it up, baby, and your ass will be next."

  They walked out the kitchen door in the direction of the hall. We heard footfall on the steps, then a door upstairs slamming shut.

  Ben tilted my chin up to look at him. "It appears we are quite alone."

  I was surprised by the eagerness of Liam to bed Charlotte, another example of how a couple could be happily married and were vastly attracted to each other. It made me think that my marriage to Ben was actually quite normal while what I lived through with Paul was an aberration.

  "What should we do with all this time?" he asked. I recognized the heated, interested gleam in his eye. "Perhaps pull that plug from your ass? Do you know I've been thinking about it and how much I want to fuck you all this time?"

  I stood and looked around the room. "Here? We can't do that in their kitchen. They're right upstairs!"

  "I really don't think they'll be coming down for quite sometime. But I agree. This isn't the place. I want to be somewhere I can fuck you without the chance of being interrupted."

  We returned to our house with hasty and eager steps and Ben had me pressed up against the front door and his mouth on mine before I could say a word. It was the completion of the kiss in our friends' kitchen, but it was only a precursor I knew would lead to more. So much more.

  "I've filled you up again and again, sweetheart. We've most assuredly made a baby."

  My eyes widened at his words. I hadn't thought about the chances of that. "It...it didn't happen with Paul. Perhaps I'm barren."

  Lifting my chin so I looked into his dark eyes, he said, "No, love. You were just meant to have babies with me. You're going to be so full of my seed you won't have a chance not to make an impish little boy."

  I had no idea why his words warmed me so. He made me believe that a child between us was possible. He was correct, it wasn't going to be for lack of trying. "I think it would serve you right to have a little girl with jet black hair who will have you wrapped around her little finger. The boys will follow her."

  "Like hell they will," Ben growled. He ducked and tossed me over his shoulder just as Liam did with Charlotte. "We're going to go make a boy, sweetheart. I'm in charge here."

  As he carried me up the steps, I knew that even though Ben was in charge, I truly did have all the power. I could rip his love to shreds, but I wouldn't. I could deny him my body and my pleasure, but I couldn't.

  I could only give him my love.

  Vanessa Vale

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