I could only imagine the feel of her around Luke’s cock and I had to wonder how he hadn’t blown his load yet. Undoing my pants, I pulled out my cock, relieved to not be so confined and gave it a long hard stroke. Squeezing the base, I tried to stave off my own orgasm. I didn’t want to come all over my fingers like a randy teenager, but instead deep inside of Celia. I wanted to feel Luke’s seed easing my way, then to add mine to her greedy pussy, marking her both of ours once and for all.
Luke had pulled me out of my funk, had made me realize I’d been an asshole to Celia. Climbing out of bed when she’d been so generous and open, letting me play with her ass for the first time, had been downright cruel. I’d been in denial about how much she’d affected me. No longer. I was part of this marriage now. I was her husband and I was going to prove that to her for the rest of my life.
We were starting off slow, easing we could show her some more unusual aspects of fucking, as I knew now she’d be shy, but quite eager. While we’d primed her pussy for our cocks, we were also preparing her mind for more. Easing her into what it was really like between husbands and their wife. It could be anything we wanted. Tender or tawdry, tame or wild. Neither Luke nor I were mild lovers. We’d discover what she liked, where on her body made her moan, made her wet. Only then would she truly be ours, for she’d give us everything. It had started this morning when Luke had showed her one of the plugs he’d picked up at the brothel and when we made her come while playing with her ass.
She was shy and innocent about certain things, but eager too. Like now, riding Luke’s cock, her breasts bouncing as she took what she wanted from him. She knew I was watching, knew I would be next.
If this was marriage, with her so eager and open, then I was going to be fine with the idea. I’d worried I’d be jealous of Luke, fucking what was also mine, but as I watched her ride him with abandon, I just got hotter, my cock thicker.
Luke sat up and nuzzled into the valley between her breasts, then sucked on one puckered tip as he lifted and lowered her, taking her as he wanted so he could come. It didn’t take long. This time it would be fast, for we were both too eager for her. For me, I had the taste of her on my tongue and was just shy of coming.
Celia whimpered, then exhaled a breathy moan, her head falling back, eyes closed as she came. It was a gorgeous sight, her wild and lost to her body’s pleasure. Luke thrust up into her one last time and shouted out his own release. He held her still as he came, as he kissed and sucked on her damp skin. I was eager to feel the same, to lose control deep inside her.
Luke caught his breath first, opened his eyes and looked over her shoulder at me. Gone were the lines of tension from his body, the clamped jaw. He was sated and replete and the smile that tugged at his mouth had me wanting to punch him in the face. While he’d come, my balls were aching with need. This was the third time he’d fucked her and I’d had yet to get inside her.
“Celia.” His knuckles stroked down her cheek, getting her to open her eyes. “Look at Walker.”
She glanced back at me, studied me, eyed my very angry cock.
“He needs you.”
Damn right. I needed her with an urgency I hadn’t felt for a long, long time. Even then, it hadn’t been like this. Ruth hadn’t been blatant at all in her interest, letting me guide her gently through our lovemaking. Even then, she’d been reticent and had never given herself over to abandon. Celia, though, was so responsive, so eager. And so was I.
She moved to stand and Luke had to help her, both of them hissing as he pulled out of her. She turned to face me, Luke keeping a hand about her waist. She was three orgasms in and couldn’t be too steady on her feet. Her cheeks were pink, a sheen of perspiration dotted her brow. Her eyes were glassy as she licked her dry lips. I couldn’t help but groan, my cock pulsing, eager to feel a wet flick of that tongue.
Her hair was wild curls down her back and she had a flushed, very satisfied look on her face. No one would doubt she was a well-pleasured bride if they saw her now. Her nipples had softened and her breasts were plump and full, a perfect handful. A narrow waist flared into full hips. I knew that delightful bottom, every lush curve of it. As I watched her ride Luke, I saw that it was still pink from my spanking.
I’d thought her beautiful when she first walked toward us from the train, but now, with her mind quiet and her body relaxed, she was gorgeous. It wasn’t her body that was drawing me to her—although it would most likely keep me constantly hard—but her spirit. It was light and after her orgasms, eager for more.
I crooked my finger and she came close, moving to stand between my knees as she had in the kitchen earlier. There was no resisting her perfect breasts and I lifted my hands to cup them. I felt their soft weight, rubbed my thumbs over the tightening tips.
Her eyes fell closed as I tugged on them with two fingers. I took in her naked body. She was all soft womanly curves, full hips and a lush ass. At the juncture of her thighs I saw her pale curls glistening with her arousal and Luke’s seed slipping down the inside of her creamy thighs.
As I moved my hands away, her eyes slowly opened. I tilted my head. “Kneel up on the couch and grab hold of the back.”
I hadn’t even realized I’d closed my knees, holding her in place. Once I released her, she moved, settling as I’d requested on the couch beside me. Her breasts swayed as she moved and my hands itched to cup them again.
Up on her knees, she faced away from us. Glancing over her shoulder, she looked to me, then Luke.
I stood and moved behind her, ran my hand down the long line of her spine, felt the heat from her skin, the softness of it, then curved around to cup her luscious ass.
“I’ll never walk away again, doll.”
I leaned in and kissed her bare shoulder, met her gaze. She nodded and I leaned back.
“You think you’re not enough for us, doll? Luke’s hard again.”
Hooking her hip, I gently pulled her toward me so her pussy was on display and at the perfect height to fuck her.
“Luke, where’s that plug you got this morning?”
Luke grabbed the plug and a jar of lubricant from the side table. Knowing we’d use it on her, to prepare her for taking her together, he’d brought it into the parlor with him as we waited for her to finish her bath.
Unscrewing the lid, he dipped two fingers into the jar and coated the plug generously before handing it to me.
I held it up for Celia to see, glistening as it was in the firelight. “You liked it when I touched you earlier.”
She looked at the plug, then at me. Bit her lip.