Wesley figured this would be the perfect opportunity to introduce her to some new toys they had for her.
But it would be hard to resist taking her again with her naked in hot water.
When the water was heated, Anthony carried the two big pots into the bedroom. He poured them into the tub and added cooler water. Soon the temperature was just right.
“Pearl, let me help you,” Wesley said, taking her hand and pulling her up from the bed. He walked her to the tub and then helped her into the water.
With a sigh, she sank down into the bath. “This feels so good.”
“Lean back and I’ll wash you,” Wesley said.
She smiled at him. “Without taking advantage of me?”
He laughed. “Now, darling, be realistic. I’m going to fuck you every chance I get.”
This morning would be the first of many lessons they would teach their bride. Training her would be their pleasure and he was ready to get started.
Wesley filled the tub with sweet-smelling bath salts he’d bought when he decided that he would marry Pearl. She deserved the best and he wanted to keep her happy.
“Oh, that smells so nice.”
“Just for you,” Wesley said, hoping that what was about to happen wouldn’t frighten her.
“Dear God,” he murmured, “you’re beautiful.”
“And you, my dear husband, are quite handsome,” she said.
She closed her eyes.
A narrow waist, her hips flared wide and full, with long legs that could wrap around a man’s body. The dark thatch of curls that centered on her body would soon be gone.
“Look at me,” Wesley commanded.
Anthony was kneeling next to the tub. He picked up the washcloth and the bar of soap and started at her neck. Slowly he trailed the rag down her arms, her chest, her stomach, and her legs, washing her, rubbing her, not letting any crevices escape his attention.
When he reached her pussy, she spread her legs and he swiped the cloth across her lips, opening them. His finger trailed across her clit and she jumped at the touch. A moan escaped her and she gasped.
“Husbands, I’m supposed to be getting clean, not preparing for you to fuck me again,” she said.
“Up on your hands and knees,” Wesley commanded, ignoring her comment.
She frowned at him in a questioning way but did as she was told.
“Good girl,” he said as he took the rag and explored her backside.
She jumped as he ran the rag over her ass and his finger touched her puckered rosebud. But she didn’t try to move away, instead she leaned back toward his hand and he rubbed his finger over the sensitive flesh around her puckered opening. Her breathing accelerated.
“Today, we begin your training,” Anthony said.
He held up a wooden dowel. “Wesley is going to put this in your ass. It’s the first of five. Each day we will give you a larger size. After the fifth one, you’ll be ready to take us both.”
Her eyes widened.
“Is it going to hurt?”
“It shouldn’t,” Anthony told her.
Wesley took the dowel from Anthony and put lubricant on it and then he began to work it into her rosebud. Up on her hands and knees, she squirmed as he worked the plug into her.