“So, who’s got the lube?” she asked.
George laughed. “Sweetheart, you’re priceless. I thought women liked to be romanced and given a lot of foreplay.”
“Romance is good, and if you ever forget my birthday I’ll make you wish you’d never been born. But right now I’m ready to skip the foreplay and move to the main event. So hurry up and get the lube.”
Wang pulled Kiri onto his lap so George could get up from the couch and fetch the lube. Kiri busied herself unbuttoning Wang’s shirt and pushing it off his shoulders. Then she raised herself a little, held his cock at her entrance, and slid down on him. God, he felt so good, opening her wide, stretching her, massaging her walls. Next she tightened around him again, hugging him with her inner muscles.
Wang wrapped his arms around her to hold her still. “Woman, you’re killing me here.”
George kneeled behind her, flipped her skirt up onto her shoulders, and opened her ass cheeks. Naughtily, Kiri squeezed Wang’s cock as he tugged her against him, raising her ass so George could lube her puckered rosette.
There was silence for the next few minutes as George rimmed her hole with the lube, then inserted a one slippery finger deep inside her to massage around the opening and across her walls. It wasn’t long before he was able to add a second finger into her rectum, then a third. Kiri loved double penetration, loved having both her men inside her at once, and consequently opened easily to accept a cock.
“I’m ready, hurry up,” Kiri urged him.
Hastily, George spread some lube on his cock then pressed the head at her rear opening. He popped through her sphincter muscles and pressed deep. As always, her walls adjusted around him, welcoming his cock inside her, caressing his shaft as he plunged right down to his balls.
“So good,” she murmured.
“For us, too,” groaned Wang.
Kiri used all her strength to grip both cocks with her inner muscles, knowing it turned them both on and loving her control over them both in this way. She knew it would mean they came faster, but they always gave her plenty of orgasms, so she wasn’t complaining.
In fact, complaining was the furthest thing from her mind. Her life was incredibly good. The men she loved had abducted her and married her—even if they had scared her shitless at first. The sex was hot, frequent, and better than her wildest dreams. And to top it all off, her men had agreed that her ideas for the store were good, and she was able to help provide some credits for other people in the New Thimphu community, as well as increasing sales in their own store.
Oh yeah, life was awesome. To prove it she clenched her inner muscles again, gripping both cocks with all her might, feeling them stroking and caressing the walls of her cunt and her ass.
“Enough,” growled Wang, grabbing her head and kissing her with intense carnality.
“Yeah, please distract her.” George gasped, sliding his cock almost all the way out of her ass, before thrusting deep inside her again.
Both men were excellent kissers, their lips soft yet firm, their touch gentle yet possessive and demanding. Right now, Wang sent her blood pounding through her veins with his touch. His big, slightly rough hands held her head still, positioning it on a slight tilt, so his tongue could delve deep inside. He teased it against the insides of her cheeks, running over and behind her teeth, flicking across the roof of her mouth. Her own tongue tried to follow him, but he wasn’t still for a second, moving in unpredictable directions with no warning, flicking here and there in her mouth and almost driving her crazy.
Meanwhile, George had taken his hands off her hips and was now holding her breasts. He’d pushed her shirt and bra up and was teasing her nipples with his thick fingers, scraping a fingernail on the tips and her areolas, then pulling and elongating them, making them burn for more. His hands were so big they engulfed her breasts, and he was able to cup their fullness while still tormenting her nipples.
And all the time both men were pumping steadily into her pussy and ass, sometimes stroking in and out together, sometimes taking turns. Once again, the unpredictability was incredibly arousing, always hitting her when not expected and driving her lust and desire ever higher.
Well, I can play these teasing games, too. She wiggled a hand free from her sides where her arms were trapped by George’s arms wrapping around her to touch her breasts.
As soon as she’d gotten her breath back from the intense kissing session, she licked along Wang’s jawline and nibbled on his ear lobe. Hoping that kept his attention, she wrapped her arm backward to stroke George’s back sliding her hand up under his shirt then down lower. A quick glance sideways using her peripheral vision showed he’d taken his pants right off, not just pushed them down, which would make her job much easier.
She nibbled some more along the side of Wang’s throat, sliding her hand down to cup George’s taut butt cheeks, loving the feeling of his muscles flexing as he powered in and out of her ass. Then, without signaling her intentions, she bit down on Wang’s earlobe and pressed a finger into George’s ass. From this position she had no hope of pinging his prostate, but she hoped the simple entry would be enough to make him lose his control.
George yelled and thrust into her deeper than he’d ever been before, hot cum bursting from his cock and bathing her walls as he spurted over and over again in her dark channel.
He pinched both her nipples then bit down on her neck, as his heat still filled her and his cock continued to jerk inside her.
Wang pushed his hand between their bodies to pinch her clit, then he swiveled his hips hard, dragging his cock over her walls as he came, his cum heating her everywhere as it sprayed all through her pussy. Under their joint attack, Kiri flew apart, her body clenching and releasing as their heat and passion sent an orgasm powering through her body. Held tightly between them, she shook wildly, then collapsed against Wang, George leaning forward to enfold her completely. As always, they left her feeling completely loved, totally possessed, and cherished beyond compare.
“Woman, you are full of surprises,” murmured Wang.
“Sweetheart.” George pressed kisses up along her shoulder.
They stayed tangled together until the men’s cocks softened and slipped out of her. Then George picked her up, swung her into his arms and said, “Time for a shower.”
* * * *
With seven people in Kiri’s family—her mother, three fathers, two brothers, and herself—from the time the children had been young teenagers, they’d each cooked one night per week. The person cooking got to choose the menu, but also had to clean up afterward, which had discouraged them as children from attempting anything extremely messy.
But George and Wang had developed their own system, where one or another of them would cook and freeze meal-sized portions of whatever they wanted, usually on Sundays when the store was closed, then nuke the meal of their choice in the evening after work.
Kiri decided two men in the kitchen on the weekend were plenty, so she’d developed the habit of going home early a couple of times during the week and cooking a meal of her choice, which they ate hot together. Thinking of Anh and the seniors’ needs for high-nutrient food, she’d spent a while Googling, and tonight she planned to test a new dish on the men.
She began by putting on very large potatoes to slow boil, then prepared broccoli, black beans, salsa and chilies, and grated cheese as a topping over them. Of course, for seniors a smaller potato would be more appropriate, but it was the mix of flavors she wanted to test. I hope all these ingredients together works. She wondered about peanut butter as well. Nuts were rich in goodness, but the peanut flavor might not suit the other tastes. “Pine nuts!” she shouted, racing to the pantry and raiding the supplies. They were just as healthy, but a flavor that she hoped would blend better with the other ingredients.
“Guinea pigs, that’s all we are, guinea pigs,” groaned Wang as she served the potatoes.
“Sweetheart, are you sure?” asked George doubtfully, eyeing his plate.
Kiri giggled. “I’m spending the morning with Anh tomorrow, and we’re going to try out some recipes. Dr. Russell’s agreed to let her use any of the seniors who want to try her meals as a test group. Of course, Honored Grandmother likes everything, so that inspired all her friends to volunteer. I wanted to have a meal to suggest, too.”
“It’s tasty. Weird but delicious. Rather like you,” joked George.
* * * *
In her role as courier, Kiri was familiar with every inch of the community, both above ground and below it. Red block apartments had been built as extended family homes, intentionally designed to be multigenerational, so were larger than the more modern gold and purple apartment blocks.
Each apartment block was decorated with paintings and mosaic-tile designs in their color, so red dragons and tigers adorned the front of red block. The streets here were wide, meant for children to play in, and adults to sit on lawn chairs and watch the world go by, as well as for simple commuting.
Here the tunnels were painted with scenic murals of countryside, mountains, and beaches. At every intersection, a painting of a horse was always walking toward the heart of the community. The horses here were highly individual, and not just walking, but racing in herds across fields, or prancing in forests. The one outside red block was a mare with a foal at her feet, gazing toward the main road.
Two men were out front of red block playing a game of chess, watched by two other men and an elderly woman. Kiri greeted them all by name as she swung her scooter through the doorway and parked it in the foyer. The elevators here were quite old, so Kiri ran up the single flight of stairs to Anh’s family home.
Once again, Kiri was touched by the knowledge of how Anh was surrounded by older people, and she understood a little bit of how her friend yearned for a family and fresh life, but still wanted to hold onto her past, her traditions, her heritage. “I wish you your heart’s desire,” Kiri whispered, before knocking on Anh’s front door.
Anh opened the door to her and took her through to the kitchen. Over coffee they planned menus, then spent the morning creating meals, boxing each one into small, senior-appropriate portions, and putting them in the freezer to chill. Anh approved of Kiri’s potato dish, and they laughed away the morning, reveling in the multitude of aromas from their cooking spree.
Over a lunch of leftover odds and ends, Kiri had a sudden inspiration. “You said a number of the seniors arrived at The Grandparents’ Garden underweight, right?”
“Yes. They don’t look after themselves properly, and their families hate trying to force them to eat food that they don’t enjoy. Their appetites are very small, and the families want their grandparents to be happy, not to be endlessly fighting about meals.”
“Many of the seniors still at home now come to The Grandparents’ Garden craft times in the afternoons, don’t they?”
Anh’s forehead creased and she raised her eyebrows, but she answered the question anyway. “Oh yes, the craft is very popular. Not all of them come each time, but over a fortnight or so most of them would have been at least once.”
“Well, there’s your answer then!”
“Huh?” Anh just stared at Kiri as if Kiri had gone mad.
“It’s simple, Anh. At these craft times, you serve them a small portion of one of your dishes. Just a taste to tempt them, not enough to make them refuse to eat their dinner. In a social setting most of them will eat it to be polite, even if they don’t feel hungry. With a bit of luck, they’ll enjoy your food and look forward to it. That’s when you can offer to cook them a meal portion of whatever they liked and sell it to them for a small number of credits. If they have to pay, they will value it and be less likely to toss it in the trash. But it needs to be cheap enough they can afford it without making things hard for their families. So, priced high enough to cover your costs with just a small profit. Besides, you could offer them a discount if they return the containers next time or something, as that will be lowering your costs, too. And you can bill the hospital for the costs of the afternoon tea you’re providing.”
“Oh.” Anh eyes were wide, and she was grinning with happiness. “That’s an awesome plan. They get the nutrition they need, but in a fun way so they enjoy it.”
“Exactly. Isn’t it neat!”
And it gives you a hobby where you are out providing a useful community service and socializing all at the same time. Plus, when you’re at home, you have something to think about and work on, instead of feeling lonely.
Anh retrieved the notepad and pens they’d used for planning menus before. “We need to plan for several weeks. Different things on different days, aimed for individual taste.”
Chapter Four
A week later, Kiri had delivered the library books to her customers, and was looking for Chevaunne, thinking they could go and have a coffee together. A nurse, Chevaunne worked in The Grandparents’ Garden. She’d been abducted from the outside world and brought here to live. Fortunately, she’d fallen in love with her husbands, adapted to their cultural ways, and quickly become a part of the community.
Kiri thought about it for a moment. Two men were perfect. Double penetration was awesome, and she was fast becoming addicted to the thrills involved in it. But triple penetration? Hmm. Maybe she’d buy a dildo and try it out one day. She giggled. Well it seemed to suit Chevaunne. She glowed with happiness. And of course, Anh longed to be partnered to three men as well—Dr. Russell, Tim, and Barry.
Speaking of whom…Chevaunne was standing in one of the treatment rooms, and Dr. Russell was with her, a notepad out and his pen poised. Obviously something to do with one of the seniors. Oh, well, perhaps Anh is here, and I’ll have coffee with her. Or maybe Shiloah is up at the hydroponic farm. I haven’t talked to her in a little while.
Anh was playing a board game with a group of seniors, so Kiri left the building and was weighing up whether or not to look for Shiloah when a man’s voice hailed her. “Hey, Kiri!”
“Hi, Tim. I thought you were permanently attached to your computer. Yet here you are, walking around without even a laptop.” She laughed.
“No, I’ve had to slide back to the nineteenth century.” He held up a notepad and pen. “I wanted to ask you a few questions if that’s okay? Can I buy you a soda?”
Kiri looked at him a bit surprised, then mentally shrugged. “Sure why not.”
He walked beside her scooter as they left the hospital precinct and turned the corner to the shopping area. “This is such a pretty square. It’s hard to remember you’re underground,” she commented.
“Oh yes, these trees are so tall. It was very clever of the first settlers to plant them deep into the real soil and pave around them,” Tim replied.
Kiri parked her scooter and looked up. Some of the trees touched the roof of the tunnel. Others had spread out really wide, their branches giving the appearance of providing shade from the sun, as the ground was dappled by the ceiling lights shining through their leaves.
Kiri sat at a table and waited while Tim went inside, returning with two bottles of ice-cold soda and a plate with half a dozen tiny sandwiches and two slices of carrot cake topped with a rich, gooey icing.
“Oh yum!”
“Yeah, well, I kinda thought if I was going to be asking you questions, the least I could do is butter you up first,” Tim explained.
Kiri giggled. “Excellent buttering,” she said, taking one of the sandwiches and popping it into her mouth.
“Is it okay if I start asking the questions now?”
Kiri chewed, nodded, and swallowed, wondering what he was so serious about. And really, if he had a prepared list of questions about the shop or something, shouldn’t he be asking George or Wang?
“How hard is it for a woman to move into her husbands’ house? I mean, sure she can bring her personal possessions and maybe some of her favorite furniture, but basically the house and content
s are already there, and she’s the one having to move in. Is it hard? Really hard?”
Kiri grabbed her soda and swallowed a mouthful. This was so not the kind of question she’d expected. “I think if the husbands are understanding and sympathetic it’s not too hard. She needs to have her personal stuff around her, of course, but there may also be things, big items of furniture, that have special memories or that she wants for a reason. Maybe the chair where her mother sat and rocked her as a baby, where she’s always imagined she’d sit and rock her baby, or something like that.”
Tim nodded and wrote a comment in his notebook.
“On the other hand, there might be something in her husbands’ house she truly hates, a painting that scares her or a rug in a color that makes her feel ill. In that case, while the husbands may not throw it out, they likely could pack it away so she doesn’t have to see it every day.”
Tim made another note then offered her the plate of food.
Kiri took another sandwich, and Tim asked, “What about all the other people in the house? Moving into a house full of people who already live there?”
She gave him a searching look. “These are not academic questions, are they?”
Tim kept his face bland.
Kiri sighed then said, “Tim, you know all this. Okay, let me remind you from a recently married woman’s point of view. Traditionally, the wife has a room of her own. Traditions have developed for a reason. She needs a place that it purely hers. That she can furnish with her own things, decorate as she wishes, surround herself with what pleases her, and also where she can go to be alone. It’s not just that she may not want sex that night, it’s more that she may be feeling tired, a bit overwhelmed perhaps, and this is her personal space. She can go there and read a book, listen to her favorite music or take a nap and restore her soul. If it’s at all possible, the husbands should ensure she has her own room with a door she can shut if she wants to. If she has her own room, I think the rest can be dealt with.”
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