Sarah began to thrust her hips along with Trystan's fingers, obviously trying to find her climax. Brice and Jaron watched with wide eyes. None of them had expected her to be quite so sexual in nature. Why, she was even hornier than they were!
Trystan leaned over and pressed his lips to hers, his tongue dancing into her mouth to mate with hers.
Sarah couldn't believe two of them were touching her at once, and it was even better than one at a time. She felt so good. Just as she knew she was about to find her pleasure, Trystan removed his fingers from her pussy, and stroked her belly.
Sarah's eyes widened. He wanted to fuck her. She didn't mind. As long as he brought her to pleasure, he could do anything he wanted with her at that moment. She reached for his pants, and patted his cock through them.
Trystan broke off the kiss. "Give her a minute, Houston. Let her calm down."
Houston looked at him in surprise. "She can be patient for the thirty minutes it will take to get to the hotel in Minneapolis."
Sarah moaned, thrusting her hips into the air. "I need you to..." She didn't know what to call it. Did she say make love? One of them had used the term fuck. Did they prefer that?
Trystan grinned, kissing her cheek. "You're not getting a cock, princess."
"But...I'm so close." They wouldn't leave her in this state, would they?
"I know you are." Trystan squeezed her thigh, and laughed when she squirmed under his hand.
"You'll use your fingers then?" she begged.
Trystan shook his head. "No fingers. You're going to wait 'til we get to the hotel."
Sarah pouted. Well, if they wouldn't help her, she'd do it herself. She knew it was a sin, but so was having four men in one night. She couldn't go to hell more than once.
She reached down and slipped her own hand between her thighs, sliding two fingers inside. She moved them in and out, just as Trystan had, letting out a low moan.
Trystan caught her hand, placing it on his thigh. "No. No climax."
Sarah wanted to scream. "So why did you get me all hot then? If you weren't going to take care of me?" What was wrong with him?
He chuckled. "It's not that long to wait. You'll make it!"
Jaron smiled. "I'll sing you a love song. That'll calm you down a bit." He filled the car with his smooth, sexy voice. "Sometimes late at night. I lie awake and watch her sleeping. She's lost in peaceful dreams, so I turn out the light, and lay there in the dark."
Sarah stilled and listened to the words. Jaron could sing! She couldn't help but wonder what he did for a living that he was so good. Slowly, as she listened, her body calmed down. By the time he ended the song, her breathing was back to normal and her heartbeat and slowed. "What song was that?"
"If Tomorrow Never Comes by Garth Brooks. He was one of the greatest singers of the later part of the twentieth century. I want to be him when I grow up." Jaron grinned at her, pleased to see that she had been able to calm down. "Did you like it?"
Sarah nodded. "I loved it! The only songs I know are hymns that we sang in church." She shrugged. "I guess I have a lot to learn." She wouldn't even look at Trystan. She was furious with him, but she didn't want him to know. A good wife was never angry with her husband, was she? Would it be wrong for her to move across the car to sit between Jaron and Brice? They hadn't participated in teasing her and making her crazy.
She decided she didn't care if it was wrong or not. She moved across the car between the other two men, not meeting Trystan's eyes across the car. "Do you sing for a living?" she asked Jaron.
Jaron let out a laugh. "You really were isolated in that little religious community, weren't you?"
She nodded, not quite understanding.
Brice filled her in. "He's one of the most popular singers in the world. Everything he sings makes his producer trillions."
"I can see why," she said. "I've never heard a voice like yours."
Jaron rested his hand on her knee, reading the look Trystan gave him correctly.
Trystan watched Sarah's face carefully, as she slid closer to the singer. She rested her head on his shoulder as he slid his hand up her thigh, stroking her.
Sarah moaned softly. Jaron was going to take care of her. She was thrilled to know that at least one of her husbands wasn't out to just tease her.
Brice leaned down and caught one of her nipples between his lips. Her dress was still bunched around her waist, leaving her large breasts bare.
Sarah put a hand behind Brice's head, holding him to her. He suckled hard, and it felt so good.
Jaron slid his hand further up her thigh, his finger sliding into her dampness and moving in and out. She moaned. She was already so turned on from Trystan toying with her a few minutes before that she was ready to go off like a rocket.
She thrust her hips in time with his fingers sliding in and out of her, loving how good he made her feel. "That's it," she panted. "That feels so good!" She'd rather have a cock inside her, but the fingers would work.
Jaron leaned down and put his teeth to her neck, biting gently. Sarah squealed, her belly clenching in preparation for her climax.
Suddenly the fingers were gone, and Brice was sitting up again. Sarah felt bereft. She sat panting for a moment, wondering what they were playing at. "Does no one want me?" she asked, almost sobbing. She needed to climax. Why were they toying with her?
The car came to a stop in front of the hotel. Brice helped her pull her dress up and put it to rights. When the driver opened the door, he stared at her, obviously interested in what they'd all been doing with the privacy screen up.
Brice was the first to get out of the car, followed by Trystan and Houston. Sarah slid to the door across the long seat and put her feet on the ground.
Trystan moved toward her, scooping her up and over his shoulder again. "I'd rather walk, thank you."
"Not an option," he growled, carrying her toward the hotel. There was no way he was going to risk another man touching him.
As they walked through the building, she felt every eye on her. It was late, well after midnight, but there were still enough people milling about that she felt uncomfortable.
Brice rushed ahead and got onto the elevator, holding the door for all of them. "Top floor," he told it. "Password Sarah."
Sarah was surprised her name was the password, but as the doors shut, she squirmed. "Put me down," she hissed. "I don't know what kind of games you're all playing, but I don't like them!"
Trystan set her on her feet and cupped her face in his hands, looking deep into her eyes. "We're playing, 'keep our bride turned on until we get to a bed.'"
Sarah bit her lip. "But you could have brought me to pleasure, and I'd still have wanted you when we got here!"
Trystan raised an eyebrow. "Really? You really want it that badly?"
Sarah blushed but nodded. "Really."
They reached the top floor of the hotel, and she saw a beautiful suite. Trystan grabbed her arm, dragging her down the hall toward a door. "My turn first." "Wait!" Sarah called.
Trystan stopped, looking at her curiously. "I thought you wanted more."
"I want all of you." She blushed as she said the words, but really? Why would she get up and go from room to room when they could all just lay on the bed together, taking her at will.
Trystan grinned and nodded. "Come on!" he yelled out behind him.
He took her into the room that none of the men would sleep in that night. He didn't think any of them would want to sleep on the mess they'd make of the bed, because he knew they'd all take advantage of her sexual nature.
Chapter Five
Trystan let go of her hand beside the huge bed. There was room for all five of them without a problem. "Strip," he ordered and grinned as she immediately complied. She threw her dress to the floor, and moved to the bed, sitting down and moving her hand between her thighs. It was the first time he saw her fully naked, and he was surprised at just how beautiful she looked.
Sarah stroked herself as she wa
ited for the men to divest themselves of their clothing. They were all naked in seconds, and Trystan pushed her back onto the bed and crawled toward her. "Men last longer the second time," he whispered in her ear, and she sighed.
"Sounds wonderful!" she said honestly. She was ready to be filled again.
Trystan knelt between her thighs, lifting her hips and aligning her with his cock. "Do you want it?"
Sarah moaned. "Fuck me, Trystan!" She covered her mouth with her hand as she heard the words escape, but none of them seemed offended. Maybe she could say whatever came to her mind here without fear of censure.
Trystan shoved his cock inside her while Brice and Jaron settled on either side of her. Their hands were on her nipples and neck, stroking her. Each of them had their lips on her.
Sarah couldn't believe two were touching her while the third was inside her. Oh, she did like being married!
Houston stood beside the bed, not sure where his place was. He pulled his cock out and began stroking himself again. He didn't know how the others could stand it.
Sarah looked over at Houston, fascinated as she watched him stroking himself. She wanted to touch him that way.
Trystan wanted to shout at Sarah to watch only him. "Don't look at him," he growled. "I'm the one fucking you. Pay attention to me!"
Sarah's eyes met Trystan's, and she was startled at the anger in his eyes. "I'm sorry," she whispered. His thrusts were making her crazy. She moaned as she started moving along with him. The other men were keeping her at a fever pitch as Trystan moved wildly inside her.
It didn't take her long to break, she arched her back and let out a scream of pleasure. She was surprised when Trystan didn't immediately follow her into climax but instead kept thrusting.
Within moments her libido was awakened again. How long would he last?
Trystan watched Sarah intently as he fucked her through her climax and just kept going. He knew she was surprised that he was still moving so deliberately inside her, but she certainly didn't complain. When he felt her tightening a second time, he let loose, his body pumping his seed deep inside her.
He rolled off her and walked into the adjoining bathroom, bringing back a washcloth that he tossed to Jaron, who was already kneeling between her thighs, and then he got into the shower.
Jaron caught the washcloth, and quickly washed Sarah, careful not to be too rough with her abused pussy. He tossed the washcloth to the floor and lifted her hips. "More?" he asked, his eyes twinkling.
Sarah nodded, unable to speak. Always more.
While Jaron was plunging inside her, Houston knelt beside her on the bed. He turned her head to him, and rubbed the head of his cock against her lips. "Would you suck it?" he asked softly, sounding like a pleading little boy to Sarah.
She opened her mouth obediently, taking as much inside as she could. She was startled when he began moving his cock in and out of her mouth in the same way that Jaron was moving in and out of her pussy. Did men like to fuck mouths too?
She found it hard to concentrate on sucking the cock in her mouth, because she loved the feel of being fucked so much. When she climaxed her mouth fell open, and Houston's penis fell out. He didn't seem to care. He simply took it in his fist and pumped himself to completion, catching his seed in the washcloth he'd picked up from the floor.
Jaron watched Houston in disbelief. He'd just wasted it somewhere other than their wife. Was he insane?
He kept pumping inside Sarah, finally feeling as if he was about to blow. He groaned loudly, realizing she was aroused again, but he couldn't finish her. He thrust three more times, and spilled inside her.
Sarah groaned in frustration. She obviously wasn't done.
Houston had gotten another washcloth and he tossed it to Brice even before Jaron pulled out of her. Jaron kissed her softly, and moved to the side, and Brice cleaned her up, inside her less than a minute after Jaron pulled out.
Brice smiled at her wide eyed pleasure when he began thrusting. "We'll take care of that little ache, baby."
Sarah sighed happily. "Feels good," she mumbled. She didn't even recognize the raspy voice she heard as her own. What were the men turning her into? She was becoming a moaning, groaning sex toy, and she liked it!
Trystan was back and he lay beside her, his hand on her breast, not arousing, just cupping it contentedly. Brice ignored everything but driving Sarah to completion. Their wife wasn't going to go to bed wanting on his watch.
After she climaxed, he grinned down at her. "Feel better?"
She nodded, her eyes tired.
"One more?"
"Too tired," she mumbled.
Brice took that as permission to finish quickly, and he thrust into her a few last times before he let himself go, spraying into her. He got up and went into the bathroom to clean up.
When he walked back into the room, the other men were all getting up, while Sarah still lay sprawled on the bed, her legs wide.
Trystan gathered her up from the bed. "I'm sleeping with her. We'll talk in the morning." His eyes were serious, and it was obvious to the others that he was worried about something.
Trystan moved through the suite to the room he'd share with her, and laid her gently on the bed. He climbed between the sheets beside her, gathering her to him. Kissing her forehead softly, he whispered, "Sleep, my dear."
Sarah needed to hear nothing else. She fell into an exhausted sleep with a smile on her lips. She was married to four men, and she liked it.
Chapter Six
When Sarah woke the following morning, she was alone. She stretched for a moment and groaned. Her body had been well-used, and she was sore. She stumbled into the bathroom, and started the water in the huge tub. Maybe a hot bath would soothe her muscles. She pushed a button on the side of the tub, not certain what it would do. Bubbles rose up, massaging her sore muscles. She leaned back with a sigh. Maybe no one would notice if she stayed there all day.
*****
Trystan sat at the breakfast table with his three friends. "She's...not what I expected."
Houston nodded eagerly. "She so much more!"
Brice grinned. "That woman has a horny streak a mile wide. I don't know if four of us are going to be enough for her."
Jaron shook his head. "We're not going to be enough. That's obvious. But I'm not sharing her with a fifth." He didn't have to say that it was hard enough sharing with the other three, because he was sure they all knew.
Trystan sighed. "No, we're not sharing her. I think we're going to need to be careful though." He looked at Brice. "I'm worried about your chef. Are you sure he's homo?"
Brice sighed. "You know, he's in a committed relationship, but most men aren't really homo. They just want sex, and men are all that's available. Given the option, I'm sure he'd whip it out and fuck her against the kitchen counter any day."
"That worries me," Trystan said. "Before we move into the lake houses, I think we need to have surveillance installed. We'll watch and see what she does. I don't think she'd deliberately cheat on us, but I don't know if she can control her urges."
Jaron leaned back in his chair, considering. "I agree. Let's install the surveillance." He looked at Brice. "You really can't do without your chef?"
Brice shook his head emphatically. "I won't eat anything that anyone else fixes for me." He only trusted his chef to cook things properly. He couldn't eat a thing anyone else cooked.
Jaron sighed. "She needs an arsenal of sex toys. There's no way she's going to be able to keep from having something inside her during the day while we work."
Trystan nodded. "I think that's a great idea. Do you want to pick some out for her? Pick some we can use on her as well."
Jaron pulled out his phone and began tapping at it, while the others continued.
"Do we want to use the surveillance and trust it? Or do we want to each plan to take one day off every week, and every fourth week, two days? Do you think she needs someone with her?" Trystan asked.
Houston frowned. "I
think as long as she has sex toys to keep her satisfied, we can trust her." He hated that they even had to have this conversation about their sweet bride. He thought she was perfect in every way. The way her mouth had felt on him... He stopped the thought as he felt his cock swelling in his pants. He needed to think about something else. Anything else.
Jaron laughed. "I found the perfect toy for her!"
Trystan smiled. "What is it?"
"RoboDick! Once you activate it, you tell it what to do, and it responds to voice commands. Like she could say, 'RoboDick, fuck me until I scream,' and it would!"
Brice smiled. "Get it. I don't care what it costs." He looked at Trystan. "How soon before we can move into the lake houses? I know yours is ready, but none of us will be happy living in such close quarters."
Trystan shook his head. They all had grown up in boys' homes with no space to call their own, and they considered ten thousand feet close quarters now. They were very spoiled to the lifestyle their money brought them.
"Dome is finished. My house is complete. They've given me a week estimate on the other three. So if we can hold out living here for that long, we're gold."
Jaron looked up from the phone. "Will we take turns spending the days with her this week? Or can we trust her alone with Franklin?" He curled his lip as he mentioned the chef's name. The two had a run-in the day before because he wanted his meat cooked to medium well instead of rare. The chef said meat lost its flavor when cooked that much, and he refused to do it.
"I think this week, we'll need to take turns staying with her," Trystan insisted. "I'll take Thursday if that's all right. The new season starts next month, and we're having try-outs for one of the injured players."
"Oh no! Who's injured?" Jaron asked. They were all huge fans of the Minneapolis Mighties red rover team.
"Stetson. Number three." Trystan shook his head in disgust. "He slipped on a bar of soap in the shower, and got a concussion. What an idiot." The man was a fabulous player, but he wasn't known for being the brightest laser on the spacejet.
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