“Tell us what happened,” Anthony said. “All of it. I want to know how you got involved with owing a madam money.”
Anthony pulled her in until she was seated on his lap. Gazing at him, tears bubbled up in her eyes.
“I’m sorry for keeping this from you. But I thought it was in the past. And I’m not proud of how I feel like I was duped.”
For the next ten minutes, she told them how she went to the gambling hall in the evenings to make money to survive. How she was winning and doing very well until her luck ran dry.
“You never borrow from the house,” Anthony told her. “Never.”
“I know that now,” she said. “But back then, I was so naive. I didn’t know what would happen and I expected to win any day.”
Wesley groaned. “Sometimes the house will let you win in order to suck you in and if you borrow money from them, it’s even better for them.”
“You were duped,” Anthony said. “They knew you were innocent and took advantage of you.”
Pearl hated that she’d been deceived, but at least she had not had to work in the brothel.
“Will they continue to come after me?”
Anthony laughed. “No, darling, I made certain that Miss Champe understood that if I saw her or her henchman again, they would be staring out of a pine box six feet under.”
“You are never to go into a gambling hall again,” Wesley said. “If you do, I will paddle that white ass of yours until it’s red. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, sir,” she said. “But I did enjoy playing cards.”
“I’m sure you did when you were winning,” Anthony said, his big cock jutting up between her legs where she sat on his lap.
“Today, you will receive five hard licks as your punishment,” Wesley said.
Anthony reached down and gave her a quick kiss on her lips. “Honey, stick your ass in the air. Wesley is going to paddle you. And you’re never going into a gambling hall again.”
“I won’t,” she said, moving into the position he wanted. This was not going to be easy.
Wesley walked over to the dresser where he selected a larger plug from the wooden box and a jar of ointment. “This is the last plug. I want to see you work this into your ass. Afterward, I’m going to spank you and you are not allowed to come.”
“All right, I deserve to be punished.”
“Never keep secrets from us. For our marriage to work, we have to know everything about one another,” Anthony said.
“Yes,” she said, knowing that she had been wrong to keep her past a secret. But she hoped no one would ever learn how close she had come to being a whore.
“This afternoon, we’re going to claim you together. Anthony will take your pussy and I will take your ass,” Wesley said, handing her the last plug. “Put it in.”
Pursing her lips, she glanced between them and then took the plug. Wesley handed her the lube and watched as she greased up the end. She placed the object between her legs but paused.
“This marriage of ours is different from anything I’ve ever experienced. I like the fact that you’re in control. I like what we do together. I want to make you happy.”
“And you do. Put it in,” Wesley told her, placing a hand on her knee. She rubbed the plug through her wet, pussy. The anticipation of both of them claiming her had her pussy throbbing with eagerness.
Slowly, she inched the plug in, breathing deeply, pushing and pulling. She bit her lip as the fake cock popped into place. For a moment, she forced herself to relax as her body adjusted to the new, larger size. There were no other plugs, this was the end, and today she would experience both of her husbands at the same time.
Now they could finally claim her as theirs and she couldn’t wait.
“Good girl,” Anthony said.
He swatted her ass, sending ripples up through the plug, tingles rushing through her body. She gasped and turned her gaze on him.
Anthony began to stroke his long, hard cock. Rubbing the bead of come that spilled from the end, Pearl watched mesmerized, knowing that soon he would want her to suck him.