Barefoot Bride for Three

by Barefoot Bride for Three (lit)

  Beth flushed. The men had felt this need that drove her crazy for that long? They’d watched her walk around with hard nipples, having only had a taste, yet had never tried to force her?

  Her breasts tingled along with the button between her legs. If they had that much self-control, she could trust them with every part of her life. This was it. She was ready to do with another man what she’d been taught was only for her husband.

  Aching for release, she shook her head. “I want more.”

  “Obliged,” said Jack.

  He stared at her body like a starving man. Nostrils flaring, he stripped as if his pants were full of red ants. His thick cock throbbed, bouncing up and down with each heartbeat.

  He knelt on the floor between her legs and trailed his fingers over her petals with a light, frustrating touch. She writhed, needing more. He stood, eyes wide and mouth grimacing, and guided his cock into her, hissing as if her channel burned him.

  He pressed forward, stretching her in a most wonderful way. She met Trace’s eyes. Not angry, but proud. She watched her husband as his brother thrust deep into her. She wrapped her legs around the man, determined to keep him until her need was met. But Jack exploded within seconds, heaving as if he’d outrun a bear. She gasped with need, still unfulfilled, and released him.

  “My turn, I believe,” said Simon. Jack pulled out and leaned against the wall, gasping for air and grinning like a wolf.

  “You’d better take care of me first, or I’ll never bake anything sweet again!”

  “I’ll always take care of you, Beth,” he replied. He plucked her nipples, raising her heat before sliding in. He was longer but narrower than Trace. He bent and angled up inside her, sliding against something wonderful. She clenched him in surprise and delight. Trace grasped a breast and kissed her nipple. Simon continued to rub against her spot. He fingered her lips and teased her clit. She closed her eyes, arms flat on the table as she writhed.

  Both breasts were engulfed in hot mouths, their teeth lightly rasping. She groaned as Simon stretched her. He drove her need even higher when he held her hips and pounded hard. She lifted her hips to meet each thrust, just as eager.

  “That’s it, Beth,” growled Trace. “Let go. You deserve your reward.”

  Simon rubbed her clit just so and she exploded. Simon prolonged her release, pumping a few more times before roaring in triumph.

  * * * *

  “Remember the time Pa caught you in the barn with the peddler’s old maid daughter? You musta been fifteen.” Simon dished himself more potatoes.

  All three men arrived for supper that evening still wet from the creek, boasting about which of them half-drowned the others. Their high spirits and one-upmanship continued all during the meal.

  “Yep,” replied Trace. “Blistered my butt so bad I ate standing up for weeks.”

  “Yeah, but did he catch you before or after?”

  “Just starting round three. She was a demanding gal. ”

  The three men laughed. After working all day scrubbing clothes and floors, cooking and gardening, Beth still wasn’t sure what she thought about that morning’s craziness.

  At least the tension that had strained every moment was gone. She’d taken a quick sponge bath in the kitchen but couldn’t forget the feeling of each man coming in her. Would they expect the same thing now? She had enough work to do without taking care of the “personal needs” of three men.

  “Simon, now that the road’s dry, you’d better return the wagon,” said Trace. “Tomorrow, first thing.”

  “I’ll follow with ours,” said Jack.

  Trace frowned at him. “Why take our wagon into town?”

  “I expect Beth has a few things to buy now she’s seen what’s missing.”

  Beth looked at Trace. Would he trust her to go to town with his brothers? Or should she say, did he trust his brothers with her?

  “You need things, Beth?”

  “Seeds for the garden, more preserving jars. A few more pie plates would be good since you men seem to think you need one pie each. And I’d like to mail a letter—”

  “All right, we’ll all go to town in the morning. There might be a letter from Texas. I forgot to check, with the wedding and all.”

  “You mean the bedding,” said Simon, winking at Beth.

  She blushed and looked down. The heat she felt had something to do with her time over the hot stove, but not much.

  “The Elliott boys ride again!” Jack’s wide smile showed what he used to charm the ladies.

  “I’d like to thank Miss Lily for the lovely nightgown,” said Beth. “Would I be allowed to do that?”

  “With three of us escorting you, no one would dare touch you,” said Trace.

  “But, would it ruin me in the eyes of the ladies of the town? I’m going to be living here the rest of my life, and if I’m not accepted…”

  “Trace said you spent three days in jail, barefoot, ogled by damn near every man in town,” drawled Jack. “Big Joe wanted to marry you in the saloon, but a half-drunk Preacher read the good book over you in the jail.” He sucked his teeth like an old miner. “Darlin’, you were ruined even before you slept in the same house with two horny bachelors.”

  “Nothing happened between us!” Their guffaws raised her ire. “Not until this morning. And no one would know anything about that!”

  Trace lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles.

  “Sweetheart, if Jack and Simon don’t spend the day holed up at Lily’s, they’ll know.”

  She opened her mouth, thought about it, then groaned. If they bedded Lily’s girls, no matter how clean, she wouldn’t want them to touch her. But if they didn’t, she’d be labeled “no better than she should be.” Either way, she was ruined. The spinsters, jealous widows, and haughty wives would attack her. Not that she wanted anything to do with them.

  “If you smile like you did this morning, damn near every man will wish he’d been the one to offer for you. Even the married ones,” said Jack.

  “The women will be jealous you’ve got three strong men to pamper you,” said Simon.

  “Pamper?” she replied, setting her fork on her empty plate. “I spend the day working my fingers to the bone, and you think I’ve been pampered? Listen here, you—”

  Before she could finish the sentence Trace tilted back her chair and captured her mouth. After the session that morning, instead of being fulfilled, she wanted more. All day, her pussy lips rubbed against each other as she worked. The cool bath hadn’t helped. His kiss engulfed her, his tongue plundering her mouth as she wanted him to do elsewhere.

  Someone scooped her up and Trace broke the kiss.

  “I say we pamper the lady in comfort,” said Jack, the one holding her.

  Trace nodded, a wicked light in his eyes.

  Beth struggled to get loose, but Trace shook his head. He lifted the curtain to their bedroom to let Jack and Simon through. He quickly stripped off all his clothes. Jack passed her over as he followed Simon. Soon she was the only one dressed.

  “I’ll brush her hair,” said Simon.

  “I’ll do her feet,” said Jack.

  Trace set her down on the bed. The noisy springs, ones she cursed every night after Trace filled her need with his own, creaked under her. He slid his hands under her skirt, raising the fabric to her thighs. Jack unbuttoned her boots and Trace unrolled her stockings. She stood facing her husband while Simon let her hair down and began brushing. She loved it when Trace brushed her hair, though he insisted she be naked first. He’d used the soft brush on other parts of her, too.

  Trace suckled her through her gown as he flicked open her buttons. There were a few missing, thanks to his urgent need the previous night. She hadn’t yet found them all to sew them back on.

  “When Simon’s finished with your hair, I’m going to cover your eyes,” said Trace.

  “Why?”

  “So you won’t know who’s doing what.”

  She shivered. Would that be better
or worse? If she didn’t know who touched her, she couldn’t feel as guilty. Not that she had anything to feel guilty about. Her husband wanted her to do this, and a man’s word was law in his own home. Trace wanted her to enjoy being loved. With so few women in Montana Territory, perhaps other wives shared more than one man. It would be wonderful to have women friends.

  Trace opened her gown and sent a trail of kisses down her front. Simon’s strong arms brushed her hair from the top of her head to her bottom. She squeaked when Jack picked up her foot and suckled her toe. He winked and pressed a knuckle under the ball of her foot, causing her to sigh in relief. She hadn’t realized how much her feet ached. Though she worked on her feet long hours at the farm, that was years ago. She hadn’t been on her feet as much since. Jack’s kneading removed knots she didn’t know she had.

  Jack stopped while Trace lifted her to stand, dropping her blouse and skirt on the floor. The evening breeze flowing in the window brushed past her hot flesh, cooling her. She was glad when Trace tied a handkerchief around her head and laid her on the bed on her back. That way she couldn’t see them watching her with those hungry, possessive eyes.

  She knew Jack held her foot and recognized Trace’s wonderful kiss, so it must have been Simon who parted her lower curls with his tongue. He rubbed her clit. She pressed her feet down, pushing herself into his mouth for more. But he chuckled and began to tantalize her, flicking his tongue around and over, but never back on her clit.

  Jack finished with her foot and worked his way up her leg to her thigh. The bed tilted as he moved around. At least, she thought it was Jack. Someone else kissed her. She tasted herself, so it must be Simon.

  The bed squeaked in protest as they moved around and over her. She soon lost track of who was where. They discovered all her especially sensitive places—the outer curve of her breasts, under the back of her arm and the top of her thigh where her leg creased to her belly. They explored everything they could reach.

  Then they turned her over and began again.

  One man massaged her calves while another drew day-old bristles over her back, lightly scouring her and waking her skin. A third concentrated on her bottom, massaging her cheeks, pulling them apart, drawing fluid up from her pussy and pressing lightly.

  How could anything that felt so good be wrong?

  At an unknown signal, her hips were lifted and pillows inserted under her belly. Her face heated in embarrassment and desire as they positioned her with knees wide, bottom high in the air. Something cool spread between her cheeks before a finger slid just past her ring. Remembering how good it felt before, she pushed out.

  “A ring of pink. Perfect,” said a deep voice, either Jack or Simon.

  She moaned when the finger pressed deeper, twisting to tantalize her. He slid in and out, adding another finger to stretch her again. Someone pushed the pillow aside and began playing with her pussy lips.

  “Simon, on your back,” croaked Trace.

  The bed shifted beside her but the fingers kept up their work. She curved her back, thrusting her bottom high. A light spank caught her by surprise. She jerked, but a hand on her back kept her down.

  “I’m going to lift you. Follow my lead,” said Trace.

  He helped her to kneel and then move over. Her leg touched a hairy thigh, tickling her. Trace lifted her again, settling her knees on either side of the rough thighs. She reached out to balance and found her hands pressing on a warm chest, her fingers catching curls.

  When she leaned forward, a hard penis prodded her stomach.

  “Don’t bend it, darlin’. It could break,” said the man under her. “Need help to find your ride? I remember how you like bareback.”

  Simon.

  She grasped his cock, one fist over the other, making him moan. She lifted onto her knees, shuffled forward, and rubbed his cock against her, just where she needed. It wasn’t enough. She leaned forward and placed one hand on his chest. Other hands guided her hips as she positioned Simon’s long cock against her opening.

  She slowly backed up, letting him slide in and out of her using short strokes. By the time he filled her, his gasps were louder than hers. She sat up, tall in the saddle. She jerked when rough fingers clasped her breasts from behind, catching her nipples between his fingers. Another set of hands grasped her hips, encouraging her to rise and fall.

  She leaned forward, pressing her clit hard against his pubic bone. Finding the right angle, she drove him deep inside her, farther than ever before. She sped up, taking what she needed. Simon grasped her shoulders and pulled her down to his chest. She fought, wanting completion.

  “Shh, Beth,” whispered Trace. “Not yet. Trust me. It will be even better if you wait.”

  Someone settled behind her and spread something cool over her crack.

  “Sweet and ripe, just like a peach,” growled her husband.

  He leaned forward, rubbing his chest hair over her back. For a moment she was sandwiched between their chests. He sat up and encouraged her to move forward. Simon’s cock slid out part way.

  “What are you doing?” she complained. “I was almost there.”

  “I’m going to do what I’ve wanted to since I first saw you, fists high, facing down Charlie in that jail cell.”

  He slid a finger deep in her ass. She clenched him, clenched them both.

  “What’s that?” she said, panting harder.

  He leaned over her and skewered two more fingers in her.

  “I’m going to fill your ass while you ride my brother,” he growled.

  He pressed his fingers in her bottom as he spoke. She felt wicked and wild with Simon already filling her. No one she’d ever met could know how wonderful this felt. She was raised to believe marital relations were something to be dreaded. But she’d found a husband who wanted her to feel pleasure. Even more, he wanted to increase her pleasure by sharing her with his brothers. She trembled, eager and scared at the same time.

  “Will it hurt?”

  “Sweetheart, we’ll always take care of you. Did it hurt when I spanked you?”

  “Yes!”

  “But didn’t it make you feel so good afterward?”

  She bit her lip, not wanting to answer when she heard the laugh in his voice.

  “Trust us, Beth. Trust us to know how to make you purr.”

  She hadn’t yet made up her mind when he pulled out his fingers and pressed his cock against her. Simon twitched below her and she tightened up.

  “Shh, relax. This is just like before, only more.”

  “That’s easy for you to say,” she bit out. “You’re not the one being stuck!”

  She bounced on Simon’s chest when he laughed. His cock moved in her again, making her tingle.

  “One of Lily’s girls told me there’s a walnut-size lump just inside a man,” said Simon. “If you press it when he comes, it makes it even better. You should try it on Trace.”

  “Shut up, Sy,” said Trace. “Don’t be giving her ideas.”

  “Too late,” she replied. “Your bottom goes up in the air next.” Jack, off to one side, laughed, and she joined him, just a bit hysterical.

  Trace grunted and pressed forward. She held her breath as he gently forced his way past her tight ring. For a moment it stung, and then she relaxed. Simon slowly rocked. She pressed on his chest to sit up. He let her rise just enough to grasp her breasts. She inhaled a gasp, and Trace pressed deeper. He pressed, in and out, a little farther each time.

  “God, you’re tight,” he muttered when he completed her impalement. She tingled, panting as the two men set a rhythm. In and out, out and in.

  Trace snuck a hand along her ribs and lifted her, holding her bottom tight to him. It allowed Simon to enter her pussy. While Trace filled her ass, Simon’s cock rubbed forward and back against the thin membrane separating them.

  She moaned as Simon plunged deep. He held her breasts tight in his fingers, squeezing until he exploded. He plunged upward, grunting. She soon joined him, quivering and gas
ping until he sagged back onto the bed.

  Instead of letting her lie on top of Simon, Trace pulled her back tight against his chest. He entered her deeply, setting off more vibrations of pleasure. He lifted her. Simon moved out and away. Trace leaned back and shifted in the bed. When he stopped, she sat up, still connected. He pulled off her blindfold, and she blinked in the lamplight.

  “My turn.”

  Jack’s eyes flashed in the lamplight. His cock, slightly shorter than his brothers but thicker, like a sawed-off shotgun, throbbed for attention. She throbbed in return as he stepped close and rubbed the tip against her clit.

  “This little lady’s been ignored the past while,” he murmured.

  She looked down, watching his cock slip between her lips. He pressed himself against her, rubbing just where she needed, but tantalizingly slowly.

  Trace throbbed in her behind. He set his hands under her cheeks and lifted her up and down, his massive strength controlling how her body moved.

  When Trace lifted her almost off, Jack moved in. She pressed her shoulders back against Trace. She arched until her shoulders were the only part touching him above her bottom. Jack, facing her, slowly pumped with his hips. He used his fingers to pluck her nipples and caress her pussy lips.

  His girth filled her even more than Simon. His fingers both soothed and vexed her, making her want more. Trace pulled her snug against him once more, and Jack sped up. His nostrils flared and eyes blinked rapidly as he stared at her. If she hadn’t been so close to screaming in pleasure, he would have frightened her with his determined glare.

  Trace took over her breasts, squeezing them, pinching her nipples. Jack rubbed her clit. She spasmed, unable to move but not needing to as each man took over.

  Trace came first, bellowing into her ear as he exploded. She followed, then Jack slammed into her, bucking and gasping.