“Fuck baby girl,” Kane rasped, leaning forwards heavily. “Your butthole is so fucking tight even after being fucked relentlessly.”
And I giggled then, a cry of ecstasy mixed with the laughter. Because this is my life now. I live with my three husbands in a mansion on the outskirts of Knox. People probably think we’re weird, or at least they did at first. Three guys with one woman? Who does that?
But the thing is that everyone knows that I’m married. Because a few weeks after our great revelation, the four of us went to City Hall, me in a white dress, and Mason, Kane in Tyler in grey morning suits. And yes, there was a marriage certificate signed, although with which man, I’ll never tell.
Because in my heart and head, I’m married to all three. We share our hopes and our dreams, our joys and our fears, and nothing so mundane as a marriage certificate will limit me to only one man. So as a result, in my soul, I’ve given myself to three alpha billionaires, three men who are tasked with keeping me happy and sated.
And it hasn’t been easy recently. Like I said, with the pregnancy, I’ve been so much hornier, craving dick morning, noon and night. But Mason, Tyler, and Kane are champs, and the men service me all the time, licking my pussy, feeding me cock, pumping me full of sperm whenever I need. It’s the only thing that keeps me calm these days, their jism my special nutrition.
So yeah, the townspeople probably think were nuts, and in a way we are. But no one says anything because my three husbands moved their companies down to Knox, creating thousands of jobs and providing economically for hundreds of families. So talking bad about the boss seems like a bad idea, if you get what I mean. Insulting his wife? Insulting his unborn child? A huge mistake, full stop.
And as for my non-profit, it’s everything I dreamed of. I’ve got a safe place to meet with kids, to work with them on developing life skills and showing them that someone cares. Right now, I’m off on maternity leave so close to my due date, but after the baby’s born, I’ll be back at my desk, ready to give and give again.
Because that’s what life is about. The four of us give, share, and explore generously, with open and full hearts. And yes, our lifestyle is difficult for people to understand at first. But all I know is that these men make me the best version of myself, and I do the same for them as well.
So if anything, our loving is even more mindblowing, more intense, fully understanding what we mean to one another.
“Ummm,” I moaned once more, pressing my face into the coverlet. “Oh god, yes!”
And with that, Kane exploded in my behind, blasting sperm up my spasming rectum.
“Aw fuck,” he gasped. “Aw fuck fuck fuck.”
But the thing is, my billionaires know how to share like pros. And sharing my body is their specialty. Because in seconds, Kane was out and Mason was in, thrusting his thickness into my anus.
“Ahhh!” I let out an agonized cry. “Oh god, it feels so good!”
And in seconds, Mason blasted as well, his goopy deposit joining Kane’s.
But there was still one last cock to service and I wiggled my big butt at Tyler, teasing and breathless.
“Now, big guy,” I crooned. “I need it now.”
And in a flash, Tyler was in as well, that fuckrod so long and hard I could feel it in my throat.
“Shit,” he rasped, abs and chest tight. “Shit, you’re so wet inside, there’s so much sperm in this sloppy asshole.”
And with that, he ejaculated as well, giving me everything I need. Because am I slut? Am I a whore? In a way, yes. I love cum. I love my husbands’ sperm, that virile DNA, and will never get enough. But perspective is everything. Because before, I was so freaked out about being the men’s plaything, nothing but a stopover, someone to pay off once they were done.
And it’s different now. Way different. After all, I’m their wife, worth more than my weight in gold. And I’m having their child, the ultimate proof of our love. But most of all, the men have changed. They’ve dropped their playboy ways and are good to me and my baby. More than good, but amazing. They want me to be happy and content, and have given me that in spades.
So with their sperm dripping from my ass, body flushed and so full, I turned on my hands and knees to meet three sets of gleaming blue eyes.
“I love you,” came the soft words, breathy and panted, genuine to the core. “I love you so much.”
And three white smiles flashed.
“We love you too, Katie,” came the words in unison. “You are our everything.”