The Trouble with Three Husbands (A Dystopian Romance Novella): Daughters of Venus 1

by Chris Genovese

  I rushed home after, not stopping to talk to anyone or partake in small town gossip. I just wanted to get to the shower before anyone noticed anything was wrong. Once there, I stood beneath the warm spray and washed off. There, leaned back against the wall, with the hot stream washing over me, I fingered myself with thoughts of Pike inside me and I knew, without a doubt, that when Alé got home from work I was going to fuck the shit out of him.

  I was lying naked in Alejandro’s bed, just staring up at the ceiling, when I heard him enter through the kitchen door. I knew each sound Alé made. This wasn’t the first time I’d waited for him to return from his shift. First was the unbuckling of his gun belt and the rattle of it being placed on the kitchen table. Then the squeak of the refrigerator door, the sloshing of the water pitcher, and the pouring of it into a glass.

  I was still so fucking horny from my encounter with Pike earlier that day and only Alé could pound it out of me. I needed to be reminded of what I had here at home.

  I crawled over to the foot of the bed and turned my back to the door, right at the edge of the mattress. On my knees, I leaned forward and put my face into the pillow as I lifted my rear, propping my pussy up in the air. Alé would see me raised up in position as soon as he entered.

  The crisp mountain air drifted through the window and a chill ran through me. My nipples went fully erect.

  And the door opened.

  I could see the silhouette of Ale’s big frame on the wall in front of me. He was standing behind me, taking in the sight. I heard him chuckle.

  “Well…what is this?” he asked.

  “I need you, Alé,” I said. “I need you right now.”

  “I’ve been waiting all day for this,” he said. “Just let me take a shower real quick.”

  “No!” I said way louder than I meant to. It was practically a shout. “I don’t want you to shower. I just want you to take me. Take me right now.”

  That was all the coaxing he needed. His silhouette disappeared as he closed and locked the bedroom door. I waited patiently as he unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor.

  The waiting and longing for him was driving me mad. My pussy throbbed to the point I thought I might pee myself. I just wanted to feel him. I was sopping wet and aching for him.

  I expected to feel the head of his dick but that’s not what entered me.

  His hands gripped my thighs and his tongue lashed out, licking me from my clit to my asshole.

  “Unnhh,” I moaned as he sipped me, sliding his tongue through the folds of my swollen pussy.

  He pulled me into his face so hard that I felt his nose push against my puckered ass. His tongue plunged into me as he began working me, fucking me with his tongue.

  I wanted to come. I’d wanted to come all day.

  “Ohhh God. Yes, eat my pussy. Unmhaaa…”

  I buried my face in my pillow and bit down. I felt a weakness in my gut that traveled up my chest and down into my ass all at the same time. I needed to be filled by him, stuffed by him.

  “I’m sorry but I can’t anymore,” Alé said. “I need you right now. Enough of this foreplay shit.”

  Yes, that’s exactly what I want to hear. Enough of this shit. Just fuck me.

  Alé gripped my waist in his left hand and slid his cock into me. There was no preparation or contemplation. He fucked me immediately. And I was so fucking wet that his big cock slid right into me. It felt too wide to naturally be meant to fit inside me but he shoved it in anyway and I cried out in a mixture of joy and pain.

  “Oh God!” I cried as I began to eat my pillow, gnawing at it.

  I couldn’t think straight. It felt so fucking good I thought I might swallow my pillow.

  Alejandro held me tight at my ass and pulled with his thumbs, opening me up wide. He pushed his thumb into my ass and continued to ram his cock into me. His breath mimicked the pumping, burying himself into me.

  I felt it, it was coming.

  “Right there,” I told him. “Keep fucking me…just…like…that.”

  And he did, dipping down and shoving up and forward, hitting my g-spot. My pillow was drenched and my teeth hurt from clenching down on the fabric. I was going to come. And I needed that.

  “Right there!”

  “Right there?”

  “Right there.”

  “Right there? You like it right there? Tell me again.”

  “Right fucking there!” I screamed loud enough for everyone in the house and the neighbors’ house to hear.

  I was so close.

  Oh just a second. Oh shit almost there. Just a second.

  Then he suddenly pulled out of me.

  “What the fuck!” I yelled.

  He threw me over onto my back and spread my legs at the end of the bed. He shoved his cock back inside of me and I squealed. It was so fucking good.

  He kept hammering me, fucking me so good.

  Alé pushed down against my clit with the palm of his hand, applying perfect pressure as he rubbed back and forth. I was on fire.

  What is he doing to me? He’s never…oh God that’s so…oh my…

  He put his finger inside of me and started pulling me towards him, scraping his finger against my inner wall, pulling on my g-spot.

  Then it happened. For a second I thought I was peeing.

  “Ohh…ohhh…ohhh God! Oh God! Oh my God! Is that me? That’s me?!

  He pulled his finger out and I squirted. I came so fucking hard I sprayed all over him. And my body rocked, it shook, it let go of everything.

  “That’s you baby, fuck you’re wet,” Alé said as he slipped his cock back into me.

  He wouldn’t stop. Thank God he wouldn’t stop. I’d never squirted before and I never knew it would be like that. It was just gushing out all over him. He was sliding in and out so easy as his slippery soaked cock kept ramming me. The bedsheet was drenched at my knees. My eyes felt dry from all the fluid I had in me pouring out over him.

  “Oh fuck,” Alé said and I knew he was close.

  He always moaned the same way when he was about to let loose.

  “You are so fucking hot. You drive me wild,” he said as he leaned forward and fell onto me, pinning me to the mattress.

  With my body splayed out he pumped even harder, pushing his cock deep into me. His mouth was at my ear and I could tell from his grunting that he was coming. He pumped faster as his cock let loose, shooting his seed into me. I could feel it pulsating inside of me and with the last spurt he grabbed my hair, yanked on it, and shoved.

  We both collapsed onto my pillow.

  “I love you, my Dove. I love you.”

  “I love you, Alé.”

  All was good. And then it wasn’t. It happened a few days after my night with Alejandro. I was sitting in the meeting when Samantha asked if we had anyone in line requesting a suitor visit. I’d heard that he and Harrison both were disease free and both approved to join the community but I didn’t expect Pike to act so quickly.

  He walked in and stood in front of all of us, a tight black T-shirt hiked up to show off his big, tattoo covered arms. His hair had been shortened a little but still hung down to chin length and his facial hair was just barely trimmed. He looked hot.

  “I’d like to request a suitor visit,” he said.

  The whole place went up with excitement.

  “You waste no time,” Sienna said. “You just passed your fellowship training.

  “I came here for a reason. I want to be a fellow to one of your Doves. I want to take a job fixing up the place or doing security duty and I want to spend my free time taking care of my woman.”

  All of the Original Seven exchanged glances and smiles. We’d just spoken at the last meeting about the need for sexy new potential fellows and here we were with one ready to jump right in to our suitor pool.

  “And we have plenty of Doves ready and willing to take on a new husband. As you know, Jessica is almost of age. Just a few more weeks. We’ve spoken about that on several occ
asions so I hope you’ve considered her as an option. Who do you have in mind?”

  Oh no, don’t say it. This isn’t going to be good.

  He looked at me and I wished I could run away and hide. I wished I’d never explained to him out to do this properly. It had happened in the heat of passion when all I had in mind was sleeping with him. Now I was in the right mindset and I knew it wouldn’t work.

  “I’d like to request a suitor visit with Lauren,” he said.

  All went silent.

  “I’m sorry,” Samantha said a she banged a gavel down on the counter. “Do you have the right name? Lauren already has three husbands.”

  “But it’s not forbidden to have more than that,” I said, perhaps too quickly.

  Fuck! Where did that come from? I’d just decided it was a bad idea and there I was jumping at the chance. And I’d sounded too eager. Calm down, Lauren. Calm the fuck down.

  “It’s not forbidden, Lauren, but you know what’s happened in the past,” Samantha said.

  “It’s definitely frowned upon,” Sienna added.

  “Rule number four,” Pike said. “Right back there on the wall. It says a Daughter of Venus may take as many husbands as she likes keeping in mind the previous rule as jealousy is no excuse for violence in a household. I have no intention of bringing violence into a household.”

  “Damn,” Jewels said. “The boy knows his stuff. I say let Lauren make her decision.”

  Jewels leaned over and whispered to me.

  “If that hot stud wants a piece of your ass, I say give it to him. I’d let him that’s for damn sure.”

  Jewels usually kept her opinions to herself so hearing her chime in was like having a little devil on my shoulder whispering that this was the greatest idea ever.

  “I don’t know if it’s exactly fair,” Twyla chimed in.

  “If it’s not forbidden, and if Lauren will have me, I’d appreciate the chance to do this with her,” Pike said. “She’s my choice. No one else.”

  I didn’t mean to but I suddenly realized I was nodding my head in agreement. Why the fuck was I so willing to step outside the norm? I knew I would be the talk of the town if I was so greedy that I’d take a fourth husband.

  And what would my three husbands think? They’d be pissed. Why did I need another man when I had all of them to please me?

  “Lauren!” Sienna said loudly, reprimanding me in her own way. “You’re not seriously considering…”

  I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I wanted to but I couldn’t. No answer seemed like a smart one. One reply would please only me and the other would please everyone else. I was selfish. The choice should have been an easy one.

  “You know the drill,” Samantha said. “You have until tomorrow to think it over. I’d suggest you really think it over, Lauren.”

  I only nodded. I’d take my day to think about it. I needed to.

  It didn’t take long for word to travel around the community. Connor was the first to confront me since he was at home with the kids. I entered the kitchen to find him standing at the sink, his back to me, and his hands clutching the edge of the counter. I knew he heard me enter but he didn’t turn to face me. He didn’t say a word.

  “You’re mad at me,” I said.

  “I don’t understand you.”

  I stepped closer to him.

  “I’m sorry that you don’t understand. I love you, Connor. I love you. I love Bentley. I love Alé. Believe it or not but I truly love you all. And somehow, in this short amount of time, I’ve come to feel something for this guy…”

  “Pike,” Connor spat out as if the name tasted like shit on his tongue.

  “Yes.”

  “And you’re really considering this?”

  “I’m not sure.”

  “You’re always sure, Lauren. How could we not be good enough?” Connor asked. “How could I not be good enough?”

  I made my way to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. I rested my forehead against his back.

  “You are absolutely good enough. You all are. But I’m drawn to this man.”

  Connor hesitated for a second.

  “I will never forget our night in the suitor shack,” he said. “And now…to think you’ll be doing that with someone else.

  “No,” I argued. “Not doing that. What we did was ours. It was special. If I said yes, this will be his…and mine. Different.”

  “If it makes you happy,” he said, still refusing to look at me.

  I considered saying that it would but I couldn’t get the words out.

  “I’m not going to be the problem,” he said. “Bentley’s gonna be pissed and Alé...Alejandro’s going to flip out. He seems to have a real hatred for those guys.”

  “I’ll talk to them,” I replied.

  “Good luck with that.”

  Bentley wouldn’t talk to me at all. That lasted for a good thirty minutes. His bad moods never lasted long. He tried to act like a tough country boy but his soft spot for me was just too deep. He’d been drilling screws into a sheet of drywall as I spoke. Finally, when I put my hand on his and pulled his finger from the drill trigger, he broke his silence.

  “You know, babe, I’ve struggled a bit with this lifestyle. I was your first husband and I came up this mountain with you, with every intention of making you happy. Of worshiping you. I knew what I was getting into from the beginning but I guess I always believed you’d love me more than any other.”

  “I…”

  “Let me finish, please.”

  I held a hand over my mouth and realized it was shaking. I was trembling and tears threatened to fall from my eyes. Bentley, for me, was the closest to my heart.

  “I’ve changed a lot living here, being with you. You’ve changed a lot too. You’ve kind of grown into this leadership role. You know what you want now.”

  “I do,” I said and the tears broke free.

  He still wasn’t looking at me. His focus was on the drywall. All of the men in my life were turning their backs on me.

  “And you want one more husband. You’re the Dove here. I’m a fellow. I get it. But I love you more than any man in this whole damned compound could ever love any woman.”

  Finally, he turned to face me, with tear filled eyes.

  I can’t stand to see a man cry. It breaks my heart. And Bentley had never cried in front of me. Never.

  He took my hand in his.

  “I will always be here for you,” he said. “Three husbands, four, five…it doesn’t matter. I just don’t understand. How many husbands do you need to have before you’re happy?”

  I pulled away from him and fell back onto a wooden bench. I sobbed. I mean I really ugly cried with my face covered in my hands.

  And Bentley met me on both knees, pulling me into his chest where I continued to sob. I didn’t have an answer for him and that hurt.

  When I returned home and went to lie in my bed, I found Alejandro there, lying in my spot, his hands folded behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. He wore only his work cargo pants.

  Not again. I’m not sure I can take another one of these heart to hearts.

  “Yes, I’ve heard,” Alé said.

  I was thankful he said the first word because I was tired of going right into the explaining thing.

  “Can I tell you a story, mi amor?”

  I sat down on the bed next to him and put my hand on his bare chest.

  “Before I came up the mountain to work here, about two years before I met you, I was in love with a girl named Maribelle. My Mari. She was beautiful. We’d known each other since we were kids and we were planning to get married. I’d already asked her and she’d said yes.”

  He’d never told me any of this before. I’d asked him about his past and he’d always said the same thing, “It was a dirty story, mi amor. Just like everyone else’s. It’s best left buried.”

  And now he was unpacking those bones.

  “We were moving to Michigan to be closer to her mother
when we stopped at a little restaurant to eat.”

  He paused and bit his lip.

  “I left her alone…for…two minutes maybe. That’s it. Just two minutes…”

  His voice trailed off to a whisper. He was reliving the moment and suffering through it. I climbed over him and lay down next to him, resting my head on his chest. I stroked his hair. I couldn’t stand seeing him hurt.