“Aren’t you supposed to be all serious and dominant and stuff?” I grumbled.
“Yeah, but... boobs,” he countered. Of course. Boobs were kryptonite to man-brains.
I slid my panties down, conscious that I hadn’t had a bikini wax in quite a while. It had seemed wrong, somehow, since Adam died. In the past couple of weeks I’d thought about booking an appointment but wondered who I’d even be waxing for. I wasn’t in the habit of admiring my own lady parts.
“Just as I suspected,” he murmured as he saw my bush. “You need pruning.”
I began to flush red with embarrassment. “If that’s a chat-up line, it’s not a very good one,” I said.
“No. It’s an assessment. If it was any bushier, it would be singing Wuthering Heights.”
I burst out laughing at the mental image. I couldn’t help it.
“Anyway, I find it a pretty sexy idea to shave your pussy.”
Chapter 6
Bex
I didn’t reply. Didn’t know what to say. So instead I watched him get his kit off. It was done with military precision, which made complete sense. He folded everything immediately, and I watched his exposed muscles bunch and flex while he moved. I wanted him to use his strength to split me open with his cock, which was already hardening to an impressive length.
Once we were both undressed we got into the shower. The water had reached temperature and tendrils of steam swirled around us. Andy picked up the soap and rubbed his hands over it making a lather. He stepped toward me, and ran his hands over my body, beginning at my neck, and working his way down my sides, swirling his hands over my belly. His touch was warm, silky smooth, and made me moan quietly. He got some more soap, then took my breasts warming them, kneading them, working the soap into every pore. When his fingers danced over my nipple, I gasped and shook slightly.
Keen to redress the feeling that I wasn’t doing enough for him, I picked up the soap. I covered my hands in it, and applied them liberally to his firm, toned chest. Soon, we were both covered in white bubbles, and it was difficult to keep our hands off each other.
“Now to rinse,” Andy said. His hands took my upper arms and guided me under the stream of water. The warmth felt heavenly on my skin.
“Part your legs. You can rest one of them on this.” He indicated something I’d thought was a soap dish. “It’s a foothold for shower sex. It’s safe to take your weight.”
I’d never even considered the fact such things were available. I raised my right leg, feeling like I was playing an obscene game of Twister, and waited.
“The handholds are secure, too,” he told me. I reached up for the handles attached to the shower tiles and grasped them.
“This is the weirdest shower I’ve ever had,” I remarked.
“Just don’t move. I wouldn’t want to nick your pussy,” he told me.
I concentrated on staying still. “So, you’re really going to shave me? Down there?” I asked.
“That’s the plan. Your pussy is mine, for as long as you consent, which means I’m going to shave it to my liking. I want my submissive bared for me.” He shook something, then I heard the sound of a spray can. A second later, something cold touched between my legs and I struggled not to move.
“Shaving foam?” I asked.
“Yep.” His hands spread the foam like it was cake decoration, moving it all over my sex. The cool foam felt oddly arousing when it touched my most intimate places. He moved away for a moment. My clit tingled as the fine, foamy bubbles caressed it. When Andy came back, razor in hand, I closed my eyes. It wasn’t to stop me seeing what he was doing—I couldn’t, anyway. I just wanted to savour the moment.
He was about to put a blade to my pussy and I trusted him completely. He shaved his own face every day, perfectly. I had no doubts he could do this.
The first touch of the razor was cold, solid steel. It pressed against my flesh in a way that was firm and gentle at the same time. When he drew it across my outer pussy lips, I sighed softly and let him take my hair away, baring me, revealing my secrets so he could control them. There was definitely something dominant about Andy, more so than the other two, and I looked forward to the time when he unleashed that side of himself fully, commanding me, taking what he wanted and giving me only what I deserved.
Perhaps that was where this was leading.
The razor slid over my flesh, again and again, while he carefully did his work, and a freeing lightness began to accompany the strokes. When he brought a cupped hand of water to my pussy and patted it to remove residual hair, I squeaked. I already knew I was so much more sensitive without hair but being reminded by a hot military man was almost too much to handle.
“Turn around, I want to groom the front.”
“You’re not taking it all off, are you? I don’t want to look like a child,” I told him.
“That’s not your choice, missy. But no. I’ll leave you a landing strip. Wouldn’t want a plane crash on my shift,” he told me with a chuckle in his voice. He just made an air traffic control joke and instead of rolling my eyes, I wanted to swoon. I put my right foot back on the floor and turned around. He was crouched between my legs, drenched in a waterfall from the shower, while he carefully worked the razor over my bikini line.
“Perfect.” He squinted and stuck a thumb in front of his face in an imitation of an artist. He got back to his feet while I waited to see what he was going to do next. He moved closer. I drank in his toned, wet body with my eyes. Perfection.
Andy cradled the back of my head with his hand. Static sparked between us. Slowly, ever so slowly, he leaned forward. His lips parted slightly, and I felt myself weakening. When our lips met, he claimed with his mouth. His kiss was firm, demanding, and he was never out of control for a moment. I yielded to him. My body was filled with a warmth that had nothing to do with the hot water streaming all over us.
A tapping on the shower door startled me. Instinctively, I clung to Andy as I whipped my head around to see what the noise was. Ben and Matt stood outside in the bathroom watching us. Andy shook his head in disbelief. Unable to process the sudden intrusion, I froze. I had no idea what to do or how to react. Andy slid the shower door open and stuck his head out.
“Enjoying the show?”
“It was okay, but I can think of an improvement.” Matt's words sent a thrill through my body, but I wasn't sure why. I'd never been undressed in a room with so many men before.
“How would you feel about us joining you?” Ben asked me. My mouth hung open. It was about ten minutes since Andy had told me they liked to share women and now, here we were, about to have a four-way-shower. Was I ready for something like this? I hadn’t a clue. Was I going to do it anyway? Of course.
I nodded.
“Use your words,” Matt commanded.
My cheeks flushed and my clit twitched as he spoke to me like this.
“That could be interesting,” I replied.
I’d barely finished my sentence before Ben and Matt had thrown their clothes off and were stepping into the shower with Andy and me. The space comfortably fitted all of us, although anyone extra would have made it a bit cramped.
I picked up a bottle of shampoo and burst out laughing. “Jungle Tiger? What does a jungle tiger smell like?”
Andy cocked his head a little and raised an eyebrow. “It smells like the hunt,” he replied in a mock-growly voice, and I giggled. The names of man-scents always made me laugh. I unfastened the cap and squeezed it, flicking the bottle at Ben’s chest.
“Brr!” He shivered as the cold shampoo hit him. I aimed at Matt, next, and landed some on his collarbone, where it began sliding down his body.
“Clean up time!” I chanted. I put one hand on each of their chests and rubbed the shampoo into a lather.
“Why are you washing us with shampoo, you numpty?” Ben teased.
“Because Mr. Andy Spartan over there only has solid soap and I wanted to squeeze liquid at you both.”
“I’m pre
tty sure we’re supposed to be the ones covering your chest in thick liquid,” Matt remarked and we all began laughing again. Whatever I’d expected from this four-way shower, for some reason I’d thought BDSM would be all deadpan and yet, the guys were bringing their usual sense of humour into this. I should have known.
“Go on then,” I challenged them, and suddenly things felt serious.
“Nuh-uh, Bex. You have to take us all, first,” Andy said, wagging a finger at me.
“How?” This was their show and I wanted them to carry me along on it.
“First, kneel down on the floor,” Matt told me. I obeyed, moving my head forward a little to get out of the stream of water. Andy moved around and stood in front of me, his cock at eye-level.
“Open your mouth,” Andy told me. I did, mesmerized by the feeling of the warm water caressing my body and the scent of the three men surrounding me like hungry lions. I wanted them to devour me. I was their prey. Whether they’d planned to all be here or not, there were more of them than me, and I knew I wasn’t in control of what was happening.
Andy slid his hard cock into my mouth and he moaned possessively as his solid member filled me. My lips squeezed against his silky flesh as he entered me. My tongue lapped at the underside of his shaft. He was making me do his bidding and I loved it. His fingers caught in my hair and he began thrusting, controlling my head with his hand, gaining ground gradually, getting closer and closer to my throat, while I widened my jaw and let him in. Andy was completely in control as he took me for his own pleasure.
I sucked Andy’s cock for a few minutes before I was spun around until I faced Matt.
“My turn,” he murmured in that low bass voice of his. He took my mouth gently, his hands massaging my shoulders as I moved on his cock, licking and sucking. I enjoyed the sensation of his cock in my mouth. It belonged there. On my knees in the shower, it felt like I was kneeling in a puddle while these three men made me obey their every whim.
He said nothing, and when I glanced up at his face, his eyes were closed. I continued working his cock until he pushed me off, the big head flying out of my mouth with a little pop. I was spun around to face Ben.
Ben ran his fingers through my wet hair, but he didn’t use it to control me, like Andy had. He filled my mouth only as far as I was comfortable and let me set the pace. I put one hand around the base of his cock to massage it at the same time.
I’d been sucking him for several minutes when someone grabbed my shoulders and pulled me off him.
“Finder’s keepers,” Andy said. “I brought her in here, I get to come in her mouth.”
“Seems fair,” Matt conceded, and Ben nodded.
“What about you two?” I asked.
“We’ll finish on your back while you’re sucking Andy,” Matt replied. “It’s more fun when we all come at the same time.”
“You up for it?” Ben asked. I nodded, in a bit of a daze. Everything I’d read about submission and bondage had evaporated and I wasn’t thinking about any of it. All that mattered was this moment. Two men were going to cover me in cum while a third made me swallow him. My clit was throbbing with anticipation.
They re-arranged me so I was facing Andy’s cock again.
“Open up, sweetheart,” Andy instructed. I parted my lips and took him inside me again.
It was easy to suck him while he commanded my body, his hands making my head move exactly where he wanted it.
His cock filled my mouth and the tip pushed against the back of my throat. I tried to keep sucking.
“I’m coming,” Matt said from behind me.
“Me too.” Ben’s agreement suddenly brought this moment into focus. They were about to cover me in hot, thick liquid while I kept working on Andy’s cock.
“Me three,” Andy growled. The words surprised me. Before I had any time to comment on what was happening, I felt a hot stream of cum hit my back, while another landed on my ass. A split-second later, Andy came in my mouth, shooting his essence down my throat so deep I never even tasted it. I swallowed it down, noting his groan of approval.
The water washed away any stickiness quite quickly, and the men did not hesitate to cover me in soap and wash me thoroughly.
“Now it’s your turn,” Andy announced, pulling his cock out of my mouth. “Stand up and put one foot here, facing outwards.” He indicated the same place I’d stood earlier, while he’d shaved my pussy. I got into position. Any knelt between my legs again and this time, he put his mouth to my pussy. I squeaked at the unexpectedly intense sensation. To the left of Andy, Ben shuffled into the space and grabbed a big fistful of my hair before giving me a rough, possessive kiss. Matt squeezed the other side of Andy and he grabbed both of my nipples. At first he was gentle with them, sending pulses straight to my clit, but as Andy kept licking my pussy, Matt’s fingers pinched and tugged at my sensitive nipples.
When Ben thrust his tongue in my mouth at the same moment Andy pushed two fingers into my pussy, I came apart, and it was a struggle not to fall onto the floor as wave upon wave of delicious sparks tore through my body and made me cry out, only my voice was silenced by Ben who was still kissing me.
Afterwards, they helped me out of the shower, and wrapped me up in a big fluffy white towel. Matt carried me to Andy's bed, where he laid me down reverently. To my surprise, all three men got into bed with me and wrapped me up in a warm embrace.
Snug among their bodies, I lost track of time. My mind was completely empty.
“What did you think?” Matt asked, breaking the silence at last.
I flailed for words. “Er... It was nice. Not what I was expecting when I got into the shower.” I wondered if I'd said the wrong thing, but the men surrounding me simply squeezed me tight. “I thought there would be rope and stuff...”
“That comes later. You’re new to all this, and the dynamic with four of us means you have to get used to being with all of us as well as being obedient.” Matt’s words echoed Andy’s, and I got the distinct impression the three of them had already planned out roughly what they wanted to do with me.
“Anyway, some of the best scenes don’t involve bells and whistles,” Andy said.
“You did so well,” Ben remarked. “Are you sure you've never done anything like this before?”
I giggled and shook my head.
“What did you find the hardest?” Matt asked.
I frowned as I thought about it. “I don’t think anything was difficult. Maybe taking my clothes off in front of Andy for the first time. And realising the two of you were in the bathroom. But once I caught up with what was happening, I was fine.”
I wanted to go further. Harder. Being tied up in beautiful positions. Being spanked. Caned. Hard. Ball gags. Suspension. Anal sex... I wanted to try all of the things I’d read about right away, with all three of them. But I trusted that they knew what they were doing. And they were right. There was a lot more to process with three blokes than with one.
Ben stirred on my right-hand side. “I suppose it's time to go put dinner on.” He got up and headed downstairs leaving me with Matt and Andy.
“Any idea what he's making?” Andy asked.
Matt shook his head. “I know he bought a whole chicken, but I thought that was for Sunday. Tonight's dinner is anybody's guess.”
And just like that, the conversation turned to something so normal that it was hard to believe that all four of us had just done what we'd done together in the shower. It was as though it had never happened. They held me for a little while longer, then they both got dressed and went downstairs, leaving me alone on Andy's bed. I took a minute to get my head together, because I was still in a bit of a daze about what the four of us just got up to in the shower.
* * *
Bex
Dinner was beans on toast, because none of us wanted to faff around waiting for food. Sitting at the dining table, I was surrounded by a chorus of crunching as the men chewed their crisp toast.
“Can I ask a question?” I beg
an, my curiosity getting the better of me.
“Go on,” Matt said.
“Why do the three of you want to share a woman? What do any of you get out of it?”
There was a pause, and I was worried I’d been too forward, but then the answer came.
“We’re in a pretty dangerous job, Bex,” Andy said. “We all saw what happened with you and Adam. We don’t ever want that to happen to our girlfriends. It’s something that’s worried us since our first deployment to Afghan.”
Afghan. It didn’t matter how many times I heard it, I was always slightly amused by the shortened name the RAF boys had given to Afghanistan. It sounded like a hippie’s coat.
“Casualty rates amongst servicemen are pretty low, these days, but it still makes us all think, what would my girlfriend do if I was killed? Leaving someone behind, alone... we couldn’t do it,” Matt explained.
“We’ve known each other since Cosford—training—and we share a bond that’s difficult to explain. We’re not deployed at the same time, now we’re in different squadrons, but that first time, we were,” Andy added.
“It changed us,” Ben said.
Something jumped out at me about this. “Adam... did he know?”
Andy, Ben and Matt looked between themselves sheepishly.
“Bex, he did what he thought was best,” Matt said. What weren’t they telling me? His answer didn’t make sense.
“That’s not what I’m asking. Did he know about you three wanting to share a girl?”
Ben gave it away first. He’d make a terrible poker player. His face changed before he spoke.
“He knew.”
I took half a slice of toast to think about this. Adam had gone to these three men and asked them to look after me if anything happened to him. He knew they wanted to share one girl between the three of them. Had he expected us to hit it off so well? Had he planned this?
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