Playing with Her Doctors

by S. E. Law

  Immediately, Ryder and Ranger shake their heads.

  “Yes, she is,” growls Ryder. “She deserves everything that she gets, and then some.”

  I sigh.

  “Well, I just hope that she learns her lesson. Some people never do, you know? They just can’t look into themselves, and face the ugliness that’s there.”

  Ryder pulls me into his arms before tilting my chin towards him.

  “Let’s not talk about this now, okay baby? You don’t have to worry about a thing anymore because she’s out of our lives and never coming back. Ranger and I made sure of it. Now back to the surprise. What was it again? Tell us, sweetheart. We can’t wait.”

  Heat flows through my cheeks and I grow warm all over. My husband is right. This is a joyous day and there’s no reason to dwell.

  “Well, you know it’s been over a year now since the babies were born,” I say in a coy voice. Ranger presses a kiss to my hand.

  “And?” he asks. “You’ve been a wonderful mommy, Bethany.”

  I nod. Motherhood suits me well. I still go into the office two days a week to oversee various things that need to be done, but more than anything, I consider myself a mom, first and foremost.

  “I’m so glad to hear you say that,” I murmur. “Because I’m pregnant again!”

  Both men immediately shower me with kisses.

  “Are you sure, baby? I thought you were still lactating,” growls Ranger as he gently runs a hand over my tummy. “You know that’s a natural form of birth control.”

  “I am a little bit,” I mewl while smiling at them. “But you know breastfeeding isn’t perfect contraception, and we’ve just been going at it so much, and so hard. You guys have been filling me with sperm morning, noon, and night, and it was just a matter of time before I got pregnant again.”

  Both men immediately nod.

  “It’s true, we have been giving you a pussy full of semen non-stop,” growls Ryder. “In fact, I wouldn’t mind giving you another pussy full of semen right now. Would you like that, sweetheart?”

  It’s the perfect time for another tantalizing reveal.

  “I would,” is my mewl, “and I’m expecting it because look,” I say, pulling away from their embrace for a moment before leaning over and spreading my legs. “I got this lingerie just for you. Crotchless panties. Do you like it?”

  There’s silence except for the harsh breathing of my husbands.

  “Holy shit,” rasps one.

  “Are the kids asleep?” growls the other. “Because I’m about to pound that pussy so hard that you’re going to be full of my kids by the time I’m done.”

  I shoot them a coy look from between my legs.

  “But I’m already full of your babies,” is my delighted mewl. “Because I’m pregnant with twins again. Unless you want to get me pregnant with quadruplets this time. I guess we could give it a try if you want.”

  Both men growl, and then their hands are all over me. There’s the clink of belts hitting the floor, and their shirts and pants are literally torn off. Not to mention my sexy little negligee. The lace is in tatters on the floor by the time they’re done.

  “I don’t know if we’re ready for quadruplets yet, Ranger. What do you think?” Ryder asks as he licks my swollen twat. I cry out in ecstasy as my breasts swing, my pussy juicing into his mouth.

  “I’m not ready for quadruplets,” Ranger growls in reply. “But our little girl is so horny and fertile that I think we’ll definitely be giving her quadruplets if we come in her pussy.”

  “Then we’ll have to use her ass,” grunts Ryder as he takes another sip from my dripping cunt. “It’s the only sure-fire method of birth control because wifey here is just too ripe.”

  Oh no. I know what’s coming, and I let out a gasp of shock and delight.

  “Make sure to get me wet first,” I beg, bracing my hands on the floor as my thighs widen in invitation. “Because you know this is going to be really tight.”

  “Of course it’s going to be tight,” grunts Ranger as he eases his massive, ten inch shaft into my swollen folds. “Fuck, you’re always so fucking drenched.”

  It’s true, and I cry out a bit, lifted to my tippytoes from his huge size.

  “Oh!” is my breathless cry. “Fuck!”

  “Fuck is right,” he grunts before easing out again. “You’re turn,” he gestures to Ryder.

  Then, Ryder’s pushing his shaft into my pussy, lubing it up in my soaked cavern.

  “You’re so good to Daddy,” he whispers in my ear while stroking in and out a couple times. “You have so much juice that your honey is all we ever need. But sweetheart, are you ready? Because here it comes,” he rasps.

  With that, he pulls out and pushes the tip of his cockhead against my backdoor. Oh god, it’s here. I know what the men want, and it’s double anal. One thing about my husbands is that they’re utterly depraved and won’t stop at anything. That first time we did double vaginal, I was surprised, but when they introduced me to this, I was absolutely shocked. How is it even possible?

  But my little asshole has gotten used to it. Not just that, but my bottom loves taking two cocks now, and Ranger leans down to suckle my clit as Ryder eases into my anal passage.

  “Fuck,” he groans. “You’re such a butt slut, taking my shaft in one stroke.”

  I mewl, unable to speak. It feels like my entire abdomen is filled with cock, but I know this is just the beginning because Ranger stands up then, and somehow also maneuvers his big frame in back of me. There’s a probing feeling at my asshole again, as he pushes his dickhead against my tight pucker.

  “But I’m already full!” is my breathless cry.

  “Not quite, sweetheart,” he rasps. “Because two dicks are always better than one. Now relax and let your back chamber stretch.”

  I know it’s useless to protest, so instead I focus on doing as my husbands command. I take a deep breath and close my eyes, trying to will myself to go with the flow. There’s already a ten inch shaft in my butt, but I know I can handle the double stuffing, and feel just fine.

  Sure enough, Ranger is able to work himself in even though Ryder’s already in my back end. My anus stretches and resists a bit, but they encourage me with soft words and gentle strokes to my clit.

  “That a girl,” growls Ryder. “Almost there, sweetheart.”

  Finally, it’s done. I have twenty inches in my bottom, and I’m so full that I feel like I’m going to burst. And yet it’s absolutely heavenly. These men are what I need, and they answer every feminine call within.

  “Yes,” I breathe. “Take me.”

  “With pleasure, sweetheart,” they rasp in return. Slowly, the two cocks begin moving in my bottom. It’s difficult at first because they’re absolutely monstrous, and only growing larger as the excitement builds. But my body was made to pleasure these men, and as they begin to swing in and out, I let out breathy little gasps of ecstasy.

  “Oh!” is my cry. “Fuck, yes!”

  The two men grunt in return, one cock pushing in as the other cock pulls out. But then they start going in tandem, pumping my butt full with two shafts simultaneously.

  That’s what does it. I adore twenty inches, and my breathing grows rapid. My clit hardens and enlarges, and then suddenly lightning hits my pussy and ass, and I burst into a million pieces.

  “Oh!” is my fervent cry as my female parts pump them for milk. “Ryder, Ranger! I love you!”

  My two husbands answer. The grip on my hips becomes manic, and I know I’ll have fingerprints afterwards. But it’s okay because I adore their passion, and sure enough, after a few more deep pumps, they burst into my ass, filling me with sperm.

  “Fuck!” roars one. “Jerk me off with that tight asshole, sweetheart!”

  “Shit!” rasps the other. “You feel so amazing,” he moans while ejaculating rope after rope of virile semen into my anal canal. And I’m a dirty slut because my ass eats it up. It milks both men, taking both their loads as I cry out a
nd shiver with ecstasy rolling through my frame.

  Finally, it’s over and we collapse in a panting heap on the floor. Holy cow, we never even got out of the foyer. We’re still right next to the front door, with our clothes lying in heaps around us, and the marble tiling spattered with droplets of cum and pussy nectar.

  “It was good, wasn’t it?” I ask blissfully. “You always make me so happy.”

  Ryder and Ranger kiss me tenderly while pulling out.

  “No, you make us happy, sweetheart. And we’ll be here for you forever,” they intone, before sweeping me into their arms and carrying my curvy form into the bedroom.

  My heart fills with love because I know what they’re saying is true. After all, Ryder and Ranger have already made all my dreams come true. My son Danny lives in luxury, and I have two babies asleep in the nursery, with two more on the way. Not only that, but I work a fulfilling job because of them, and they’ve chased away any fears that I had of the past and the future. Instead, I know I’m safe, and I always will be with these doctors who have stolen my heart.

  Epilogue Two

  Ryder

  “Stop that,” she says as she swats at my hand playfully. I’d been trying to stroke a big breast, and my fingers had lightly tweaked a nipple before dipping down to the sweet vee between her thighs. “Do you want me to get pregnant again?” she giggles.

  I laugh deep in my throat. The truth is that I’d love to see Bethany grow round with my child once more, but after ten years and twelve children, I can understand why any woman would say no. Bethany has been pumping out kids like crazy, and it makes Ranger and I so happy.

  “Well, I wouldn’t mind …” I begin.

  Ranger chimes in. “You know you’re so beautiful when you’re round with child,” he adds.

  Bethany throws us an exasperated look.

  “You must be kidding,” she says as little Hermia cries from upstairs. We wait, breathlessly, but fortunately, she settles down on her own. “We have thirteen children,” she says in a hushed whisper. “Twelve biological ones sired by the two of you, and of course, Danny. You can’t seriously be thinking of having more!”

  But Ranger and I merely shrug.

  “You know how much we love giving you a pussy full of semen,” I growl. “And your body was built for motherhood, sweetheart. I mean, didn’t we make love only a few times before you got pregnant with Hermia, Hester, and Helen?”

  Bethie rolls her eyes.

  “I’ve gotten pregnant within a year of giving birth four times now,” she says ruefully. “I swear, you guys should get vasectomies or something.”

  Immediately, Ranger shakes his head.

  “No, sweetheart. You can’t take away a man’s virility like that. Besides, we love coming in you bareback and watching the cream spill out afterwards.”

  Bethany throws us a wry look.

  “After twelve biological children, I don’t think anyone’s questioning your virility,” she says with a rueful smile. “If anything, I think everyone in our small town believes that you’ve got a magic potion when it comes to creating kids.”

  I chuckle a bit because she’s probably right. With two sets of twins, one set of triplets, and five singletons, we’re basically fielding an entire football team plus a cheerleading squad. But I’m okay with that. I love my kids, and this is a dream come true.

  After all, who knew that this is how our life would turn out? A mere ten years ago, Ranger and I were single docs with a lucrative plastic surgery practice in Manhattan. We saw women for all sorts of cosmetic procedures, ranging from your standard boob job to your not-so-standard botched facelift. We were playboys, and only concerned with making the next dollar and being seen with a beautiful woman on our arms.

  But now, our lives are completely different. After the triplets were born, we decided to leave Manhattan for Long Island. Ranger and I bought a huge thirty-acre estate for our children, complete with staff quarters, a pool, a gym, as well as a children’s playroom and a wonderful garden for the kids to run around in. We didn’t want our kids to grow up in an apartment, although we still commute to the city for our practice.

  But we’re not just about cosmetic plastic surgery anymore. With the establishment of the Epinine Foundation, we’re providing free surgical services to children born with cleft lips and cleft palates. Last year, we performed more than a hundred pro bono operations, and have even recruited some colleagues to help. It’s been rewarding, to say the least, and I never thought that I’d enjoy giving myself freely this much.

  But that’s what our wife has taught us. Bethany is so generous and sweet, and giving comes naturally to her. She’s constantly giving of her body by letting us share her in bed, and also giving of her time and heart. Bethany quit working at Epinene Medical in order to devote herself fully to our charity, and she’s become a beloved Executive Director.

  “Sweetheart, you’re wonderful,” I say, pressing a kiss to her lips. She moans a bit under my touch.

  “Thank you,” she breathes before turning to Ranger and pressing a kiss to his mouth as well. Our wife is so sexy, and within minutes, our hands are fumbling at our clothes.

  “We have to be quiet,” she whispers. “The kids are asleep but you know how they can be startled awake by even the tiniest sound.”

  I nod.

  “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll definitely keep things on the DL.”

  But Bethany knows better and she merely giggles as she pulls her panties to the side. Oh shit, that snatch is wet and swollen already, and she toys with it a bit, showing us her gleaming pink.

  But then the girl frowns.

  “Did I tell you that I heard Wanda is now at Rikers?” she says.

  I pause. This is not what I wanted to hear about, but then again, there isn’t exactly a good time to bring up Bethany’s ex-friend.

  “What happened?” Ranger asks, his hand still resting on our wife’s breast. He squeezes it before sliding it down to her narrow waist. “I thought she was doing better.”

  Bethany’s eyes fill with tears, and my heart flips over. Our woman is such a wonderful person that she feels empathy for someone who meant her nothing but harm.

  “Don’t cry, sweetheart,” I growl. “Wanda was pure evil.”

  Bethany swallows hard, trying to hold back tears.

  “I knew she was troubled, but I really thought she might get better if she got the right help. But it seems that ever since we had the incident,” she pauses, referring to how Wanda tried to out us, “she’s just gotten worse. She lost all her money, and turned to crime. When I looked her up in the police blotter, it turns out that she fell in with the wrong crowd and was convicted of armed robbery after they held up a convenience store.”

  That makes me jerk back with surprise.

  “Are you serious?” I ask. “Armed robbery?”

  Bethany nods and swallows hard.

  “Fortunately, no one got hurt, but Wanda was caught on camera holding a gun to the store owner’s head. She was convicted of Assault One.”

  Ranger and I stare at each other. Clearly, this woman is past the point of no return. Armed robbery and Assault One are no joke.

  “Shit, baby, I’m so sorry to hear,” says my business partner. “But you shouldn’t feel bad about this. Wanda was messed up, and what she did to us was only the first step on her descent into hell.”

  Bethany nods.

  “I know, but who could have foreseen this?” she asks. “And I was friends with her for years before she betrayed us. I never would have guessed.”

  I shake my head.

  “It just shows that you never really know someone. But don’t dwell on it sweetheart. This is absolutely not your fault, and in fact, Wanda’s fate has nothing to do with us. The redhaired witch was always headed to an unhappy ending, and I guess she’s getting it now at Rikers.”

  Bethany swallows again.

  “I suppose so,” she murmurs quietly. “I just hope she comes out okay.”

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nbsp; My wide shoulders shrug.

  “You know, life always gives you a second chance. It’s called tomorrow. And Wanda’s getting her second chance as well. Maybe at Rikers, she’ll see the light and reform her ways. Maybe she’ll meet a chaplain or an older prisoner who will help steer her onto a better path.”

  Bethany merely sighs again.

  “Maybe,” she says in a small voice.

  But Ranger and I have had enough of this. Our beautiful woman shouldn’t be stressing about someone as worthless as Wanda Jones, and to make her feel better, my business partner reaches under Bethany’s skirt and gently strokes her pussy. She moans a bit, so responsive.

  “Is that better, sweetheart?” he growls, his blue eyes flashing as they focus on our wife’s curvy form. “Does getting touched there help?”

  She mewls a bit, leaning back.

  “It does,” she breathes while widening her thighs. “You always make me feel so good.”

  I join in as well. “Sweetheart, would being spitroasted improve your mood?” I ask. “You know how much Ranger and I enjoy it.”

  Bethany’s big brown eyes open, and she smiles coyly at us.

  “I would love to be spitroasted,” she whispers. “Please, let’s do it.”

  I growl. “Sure thing, baby. But first, I need to taste your clit.”

  Within seconds, I’m positioned between her thighs with my mouth on her sensitive nub. Shit, the bundle of nerves is so tight and big, and she moans and tosses her head as I alternately suck and lick it.

  “Oh Ryder,” she says, gushing down my throat. “You know how to treat me right.”

  Meanwhile, Ranger’s made his way over to her head and gently probes her lips with his dick.

  “I can treat you right as well, sweetheart. Just give me a good suck first, and we’ll be getting this spitroast on its way.”

  Eagerly, Bethie parts her lips and sucks Ranger’s mushroom head into her throat. He’s so huge that we can literally see the head of his dick descending down her slim neck as he gives her a good throat fuck.

  “Oh shit,” I growl with arousal. “I need you, sweetheart. Upsy-daisy, onto your hands and knees.”