The Country Doctor's Bride (Historical West - The Cowboys of Naked Bluff, Texas series Book 6)

by Anita Philmar

  “But...”

  “Or I can bend you over the table right now and give you a spanking for not minding your husband.” He leaned in closer and nipped at the soft skin at the curve of her neck. The unique scent of her arousal had his cock begging for release. “I know how much you’ll enjoy having your ass turn red by my hand.”

  She wiggled and cracked another egg. “I’ll need to be careful not to burn myself.”

  “Exactly, so while you’re cooking I’ll sit at the table watching.” He slowly undid the top button of her robe and slid his fingers into the opening to pluck at a nipple. His desire to wait fought with his desire to slide into her moist pussy.

  “Nathaniel, I’m not—”

  He didn’t give her time to continue but spun her around. “I believe you’ve decided on option number two.”

  “No, I just...” she cried.

  Working swiftly through the buttons, he untied the belt and shoved her robe off her shoulders. “I told you before we got married that I’d make love to you whenever and wherever I chose. You aren’t to argue.”

  “Yes, I know.” She kept her sexy garment from hitting the floor and dropped it over the chair Bo had vacated earlier.

  He stared into her eyes and noted the eagerness in their depths. Had she pushed him on purpose? Thrill by the prospect of raising her excitement to a new level, he worked feverishly to come up with ways to pleasure her. “Now, be a good girl and lean over the table.”

  Following his order, she spun around and leaned forward over the hard surface. His gaze sped over the incredible picture she presented. Her golden brown hair flowed down her back, outlining the elegant curve that ran into the full sweep of her hips. Her plush ass had his palms itching to touch. Her long mouth-watering lines displayed her ripe body to perfection. Lying on the table like an erotic feast, he yearned for a taste.

  “Spread your legs wider, I want to see the pink lips of your twat,” he ordered and stepped closer.

  A tap on the kitchen door had her squealing.

  He planted a hand in the middle of her back and muttered sternly under his breath, “Don’t move.”

  She froze.

  He lifted his voice and called out, “Who is it?”

  “John Smith, I was wondering if I could talk to you for a moment.”

  “Well, well, it looks like your male friend has come calling.” Nathaniel debated as to whether or not to let the man into the house. If John’s reputation were accurate, he’d be more than willing to join in on the fun. Would he keep his mouth shut?

  Nathaniel quickly reviewed the rumors he’d heard about the man and recalled John’s name had never been associated with anyone person or couple. Maybe, other men like Nathaniel wanted to see their wives with another man.

  Leaning forward over Dixy, Nathaniel murmured, “Should I ask him to join us.”

  “What? No, I, uh...” she rambled.

  He guided one hand between her legs and slipped a finger into her moist pussy. Feeling her excitement, he suddenly only wanted to fulfill her deepest desires. “Really? I think you might enjoy having two men pleasuring you.”

  “Nathaniel, if you want I can come back later.” John’s voice sounded muffled through the partition.

  Coming to a quick decision, Nathaniel glanced from Dixy’s erotic form to the door. “No. Why don’t you come in?”

  Chapter Fourteen

  The squeak of the kitchen door on its hinges played against every nerve in Dixy’s body. She wanted to run, to stand up, and head upstairs. Unfortunately, the hand on her lower back kept her in place as much as her desire to not anger Nathaniel. He’d warned her his sexual appetite had no bounds where she was concerned.

  However, not once in the weeks, they’d been married had she complained. In fact, his suggestions excited her so she’d burn for hours after with the yearning to make love to him again.

  If he wanted to ask another man into the house, how could she complain? Hell, just the thought of John seeing her exposed body had her overheating with need. But still she fought the urge to lift her head and look at him or John.

  “Nathaniel.” John’s voice sounded a little strained before the door clicked shut.

  “John, what can we do for you?” Nathaniel’s even tone made it appear as if they invited people into the house regularly while she lay naked on the table.

  “I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just want to see what the deputy had to say about Tobias’ murder.” John stepped closer and the brush of his pants leg hit Dixy’s thigh.

  She wiggled, trying her best to get a reading on what was going on behind her.

  “Not much to tell other than Dixy seems to be out of the running as a potential murderer.” Nathaniel continued to hold her in place by applying pressure in the center of her back. He rubbed his other hand over her rear. “I was just giving a lesson on how to cook in the nude.”

  Dixy groaned, instinctively knowing he planned to spank her while John watched.

  Sure enough, Nathaniel slapped a hand across her ass. “She didn’t like my directions.”

  John coughed, “I, uh, can see how a husband might enjoy such a sight. Dixy, here appears to have the type of body that any man can appreciate.”

  “Exactly, that’s why I think you might be able to help me.” Nathaniel’s word nailed a lid on her ability to escape. What did he have planned now? He’d already explained to John how she disobeyed her husband. What else did he want, for her to have sex with two men? How would that work?

  “What do you need me to do?” The eagerness in John’s voice had goose bumps popping up on her skin.

  “Well, as you can see I need to give her a good spanking.” Again, Nathaniel’s free hand lifted from its place on her rear. She took a deep breath preparing for the sting of the next blow.

  Instead, his fingers slid along her inner thigh. He cupped her heat and toyed with her clit. She groaned at the seductive caress.

  “I believe she also needs a good tongue lashing too.” He dipped inside her pussy, then traced the length of her slit, and tugged lightly on her wet folds.

  “That would be a chore I’d relish doing,” John commented.

  Fabric brushed against the inside of her thighs as one of them squatted between her legs.

  Before she could fully understand what would happen next. A gush of heated air caressed her twat, followed almost immediately by the stroke of a hot tongue. She gasped and fought to rise from the table. “No, I—”

  A hard swat landed on her ass.

  Nathaniel demanded, “No, baby, stay where you are, I want to watch while John licks your cunt.”

  Thoughts of the man she’d barely met a few days ago had her recalling his broad shoulders, lean build, dark hair, and his wicked scrap of a smile. Now, he had his mouth on her pussy. She wiggled her hips. Both desire and agitation sped through her at the liberties he was taking. What was Nathaniel thinking? She was his wife.

  “But—”

  Smack.

  “I can’t—”

  Slap.

  She worked to gather her thoughts. The erotic lick running over her highly sensitive clit had her body heating. Add in the stimulating strike of Nathaniel’s hand had her wondering how much more she could take before he had her begging for relief. Wave after wave of pleasure raced through her. “Nathaniel—”

  A hard smack hit her ass. The sting along with the loud whacking noise upped her excitement.

  “Not another word.” The huskiness of his voice reflected his arousal.

  She lowered her head and fought the visions of what he was seeing. Did he have a clear view of the way John flicked his tongue against her clit? Know how her body quivered each time he nibbled on the small bud?

  After the first wash of embarrassment, passion ignited. She bit her lip and rode the endless tidal waves of emotion, crashing through her. Each stroke sent a flood of need through her. She ached for more. The spanking had helped, but now, Nathaniel appeared to be enjoying the show and no
t interested in adding to her pleasure.

  “God, Nathaniel, I’m so close,” she moaned.

  John’s mouth lifted from her twat.

  The sudden lack of stimulus had her sighing against her arms where her head lay.

  Smack.

  The loud sound sent her wiggling across the table. She noticed the pressure on her lower back was gone. Turning, she glanced over her shoulder and caught her husband’s penetrating gaze.

  Not shifting his focus, he addressed John. “Someday I’d plan to show Dixy what it feels like to have two men inside her at once, but I haven’t prepared her for anal sex yet. So today, we’ll see how she likes sucking on your cock while I pound into her pussy.”

  Her jaw dropped. She stared, amazed by his arousing proposal.

  John stood and moved around the table while Dixy continued to adjust to the prospect of having two men at once. She’d innocently believed it wasn’t possible, but Nathaniel had just given her the visual image of how it was. She swallowed the excitement dancing through her blood and rolled onto her side.

  “No, stay where you are, baby. I believe I should play with your back hole while you’re sucking on John’s cock.” Nathaniel stepped to the cabinet and pulled a taper candle from the top shelf.

  John stopped in front of her and ran a hand over her head.

  She peeked up at him, nervous at how he might see her. “Are you okay with this?”

  He smiled. “I can’t imagine any man would object to having your mouth around his cock.”

  Biting her lips, she watched as he undid his belt and unhooked his pants, allowing his thick penis to spring free. Before she could drink in the full glory of his extended length, he nudged the smooth tip closer. “Why don’t you lick me?”

  Nathaniel had schooled her on the proper way to use her mouth to build a ravenous hunger in his loins. She opened her mouth and closed her eyes, trying her best to remember everything he said that brought him pleasure. The blunt tip touched her lips. She licked the round head. A savory flavor sped across her taste buds. Thrill with the musky spice, she lightly nibbled before she sucked him deeper.

  “Oh, Nathaniel, you have a winner here. She knows just how to fuck a man’s holy poker.” John thrust his hips forward, feeding more of his length down her throat.

  “That’s it, honey. I like seeing you suck on another man’s cock.” Nathaniel’s stinging slap sent quivers of need along her inner thighs. Moisture dripped between her legs.

  Excited by his compliment, she rocked her head working her mouth back and forward. The full girth spread her lips to the limit.

  Nathaniel had tugged at her pussy a few times before his hands stroked her ass. After another light slap, he ran his finger over her anus. Again and again, he played. After a while, a cool lotion or cream dotted her skin. He worked it in and out of her dark hole. His rough digit dipped barely an inch into the depths and retreated. The sinful caress inflamed her senses, and she rocked her hips.

  “Man, I believe she’s ready to have you stuff her ass with your cock,” John groaned.

  Dixy lifted her head and noticed him staring behind her.

  “Not yet, first, I want to try this,” Nathaniel answered.

  Similar to his finger, the larger shape felt rougher and cold when it slid inside, stretching the tight ring of her anus. She marveled at the difference and wondered if he was trying to stuff her full of his cock?

  “That’s the way, baby. Just relax and let me play with you a moment before I give that pussy of yours some attention.” Nathaniel spread her legs wider and stepped between them. His engorged length brushed against her twat.

  Greedy for more, she tightened her fingers over the edge of the table and squeezed her mouth hungrily around John’s cock. The blunt head hit the back of her throat. She swallowed, hoping to hide the need to gag.

  “Oh, shit, I’m going to blow,” John muttered. He pulled out a fraction of an inch before he thrust his hips forward. A stream of hot liquid filled her mouth.

  Unable to gulp down the salty fluid fast enough, she gasped for air. Cum dribbled over her lips and splashed on the table as she continued to enjoy his release.

  “That’s a good girl.” Nathaniel smoothed a hand over her hip. The item in her dark hole shifted. The head of his cock nudged her entrance and slid across her clit. Slowly, he entered her, the feeling of fullness increasing until he grounded to a halt.

  “John, come fuck her ass with this plug while I pound into her cunt,” Nathaniel demanded.

  The man stepped to her side.

  Thrill with the building pressure, Dixy fought to draw air into her lungs when the plug slid deeper. At the same time, Nathaniel eased back.

  “Baby, I can’t go slow. I need you too much.” He slammed deep and gripped her hips with both hands, holding her steady as he set a relentless pace.

  She screamed as her first climax hit almost immediately. It didn’t end there either. Her husband refused to let it. He pounded into her again and again. The plug in her ass worked in a counter movement to Nathaniel’s cock. The incredible sensation extended her orgasm, prolonging her pleasure until time ceased to exist.

  Wave after wave crashed over her. Tears streamed from her eyes. Still, she couldn’t completely let go until she felt her husband reach the same pinnacle. She squeezed her inner muscles, drawing him deeper and flew apart when hot nectar flooded her insides.

  The plug disappeared, and Nathaniel slumped over her. “Fuck, woman.”

  Long minutes passed while she fought to catch her breath. Multiple kisses fell on her neck and her shoulder. Nathaniel’s body shielded her from behind.

  “Why don’t I fix breakfast while you carry Dixy upstairs?” John’s voice rang through her head. Suddenly, she couldn’t remember the reason for his visit.

  The weight on her back shifted and cold air rushed over her skin. She shivered and memories of what they had just done sped through her. Instantly alert, she rolled to her side and sat on the edge of the table.

  “Here, Honey, let me get your—”

  Her husband’s words faded, and the room spun. She blinked a few times, struggling to see through the endless fog that clouded her vision. Unable to fight the encroaching shadows, she welcomed the marvelous cushion of darkness.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Nathaniel carried Dixy into their bedroom and laid her on their bed. Considering the activity, they’d indulged in and the lack of food she’d consumed, he figured she didn’t have the energy to move until she had a few hours of rest. With her lying on the mattress, he relived the passion he experienced downstairs.

  He’d had no plans when he stepped into the kitchen this morning to invite another man to enjoy his wife. But he had to say it was one of the most erotic sights of his life to see John’s cock in her mouth. The addition vision of him pumping the wax plug into her ass had Nathaniel turning hard at just the thought.

  He studied her face and noted her exhaustion. Today, she needed to rest. But soon, real soon, he’d venture into her virgin hole and prepare her for another voyage into sexual pleasures. Did that mean he wanted to include John in the next session?

  Visions darted through his head of different possibilities. He retrieved a blanket from the end of the bed and covered his wife. Tucking her in, he dropped a kiss on her forehead. “I love you, sweetheart. I’ll check in on you in a little while.”

  Her eyelids fluttered, and she moaned, “I can—”

  “There’s no need. You just stay up here and rest.” He kissed her again and moved to the door. He’d left John in the kitchen to fix breakfast while taking care of his wife. Now, he wanted to talk to him.

  Nathaniel walked in and saw the man standing by the stove. “She’ll be out for a while. I have to admit we had a light dinner last night. And today, my impatience led to her not having anything to eat before we started having fun.”

  John nodded and turned with a pan full of scrambled eggs. He dished them onto two plates that were already sit
ting on the table. “I figured as much. Newlyweds seem to have each other on their minds more than food.”

  “Yes, well, can you blame me? Dixy is one incredibly beautiful woman.” Nathaniel tugged out a chair and sank into it. The energy, he’d exerted earlier, had him a smidgen unsteady on his feet too.

  “I agree, but I was surprised that you invited me to join you.” John set the empty pan in the sink before he dropped into the seat on the other side of the table.

  After picking up his fork and tugging a plate closer, Nathaniel rubbed his chin with the back of his hand. “The idea kind of took me by surprise too.”

  “Then why did you do it?” John scooped up a forkful of eggs and started eating.

  Following the other man’s lead, Nathaniel ate in silent as he considered his answer. John had a reputation of pleasing women. Hell, a few men in town called him a stud while others referred to him as a man whore. But a select few proclaimed him a miracle worker because he had revitalized their sex life.

  Also, he appeared to have a vast amount of integrity. He never said one word concerning his sexual exploits. In fact, he stayed to himself and only did odd jobs for a privileged few. “I guess I wanted to make sure you understood Dixy belongs to me.”

  Nathaniel raised his gaze and met John’s. “That meeting you had with her where you drove her away from the church and questioned her about Tobias’ death got me thinking. Then you showed up this morning eager to hear the outcome of our conversation with Bo. Somehow I concluded you are as concern as I am about her safety.”

  “I am.”

  With a nod, Nathaniel had a flash of insight. He’d told Dixy numerous time she belonged to him, and he wouldn’t share. Still, his reasons for inviting John to join them had a purpose. “As you noticed earlier, Dixy is a very lovely lady. She is very devoted and does what I tell her. But I figured I’d show you and her that I call the shots. No one touches her without my approval.”