Epilogue
Shyla lay stretched out on the special, custom-made bed, which was big enough to accommodate all four of them.
They each had their own room in the house they’d decided to buy together, but the reality was that, even after two years, they rarely used them, preferring to all sleep together in one big bed.
Right now, Lazarus and Jericho suckled at her breasts, one each side, while Dante had his head between her quivering thighs, licking and sucking, swirling his fingers so that they teased at her entrance, but never settled fully inside her.
Shyla bucked and moaned, arching up to try and force his hand, but all that got her was a slap to her mons and twin nips to her sensitive nipples which had her howling in delight and ramping her desire and frustration even higher.
Jericho lifted his head and looked at her abdomen, where his hand was settled, in awe. “The baby just kicked!” he whispered. His brothers both stopped what they were doing, and all eyes lay on her midriff.
Shyla whined in desperation. She needed their attention. Not the baby!
“Excuse me, needy baby mama here,” she reminded them none too subtly. She’d just hit twenty weeks and was horny as hell. Even though she had three lovers, they struggled to keep up with her, but they gave it a damn good try. It wasn’t her fault she had an unreasonable appetite for sex during the working day, it was all the hormones.
But right now, their eyes were on the gentle swell of her belly.
“Guys!” she pleaded.
“Shh,” Lazarus commanded, and Shyla flopped her head back on the pillow in a small show of annoyance and prayed the baby ‘performed’ so they’d be satisfied and get back to the job of pleasuring her.
She felt the tell-tale flutters in her tummy, this time caused by their child, rather than her three husbands.
And that’s what they were. Her husbands, all three of them. Just like they were all her baby daddies and none of them had the slightest interest in which one was the true biological father.
Of course, in the eyes of the law she was legally married to Lazarus, but that meant nothing to them, other than to protect her and their children in the future, as the next of kin to their combined business holdings and bank accounts. Everything they owned was shared equally between the four of them and their approach to parenting would be the same.
But while she was wed to Lazarus on paper, they’d had a wedding which had seen her married to all three. They were fortunate enough to find a certified minister who was prepared to include three husbands in the ceremony, and they had said their vows and exchanged rings as a quartet. And alongside the license which made Lazarus her husband, they signed additional legal agreements which safeguarded everything between them.
It wasn’t conventional, but Shyla’s life had never been that. The only people who mattered were their families. And they had all taken the news remarkable well. More interested in their happiness than the fickle vagaries of societal norms.
Shyla breathed a sigh of relief when Dante lowered his head and sucked her clit back into his mouth, worrying the sensitive nub with his tongue and driving her wild.
She ground her pelvis against him, until Lazarus and Jericho each grabbed hold of one of her hips and held her down for his ministrations.
Shyla cried out in pleasure. The feeling of being held down, of being indulged by multiple pairs of hands never got old and she craved it, embraced it.
He played in her copious honey, then used it to lubricate his fingers as they breached her ass to ready her for all three of them. First one finger, then two, then scissoring them inside her to stretch the tight ring of muscle.
Jericho rolled onto his back next to her and Shyla licked her lips as she watched him caress the hard length of his cock. He might be the butt man, but they all took turns.
Dante leaned up on his knees and gave her mons a gentle pat before he grabbed a bottle of lube from the side table and slicked his cock in readiness.
At the same time, Lazarus lifted his head from her breast and helped her to straddle Jericho.
She took in his cock with the ease and experience of a practiced lover and leaned forward to kiss him while Dante notched his cockhead at the tight ring of her pucker and eased his way into her dark hole.
She searched around for Lazarus, her mouth-watering for the taste of him, but today, it seemed, he had other ideas.
Instead, Dante pulled her back to a kneeling position once both he and Jericho were seated within the tight clutch of her pulsating sheathes. They held still, filling, and stretching her deliciously, while Lazarus maneuvered himself in front of her, but instead of pushing his cock into her mouth he grabbed the lube, coated his hands, then his cock, before cupping her breasts which had become very much larger with pregnancy.
He pressed them together around his shaft and groaned in delight as he fucked through the channel he’d made, and simultaneously thumbed the peaks.
Shyla dropped her head to watch in fascination as the mushroom head of his cock poked out between her mounded breasts. She’d never had enough cleavage for this in the past.
The three of them set up their rhythm and Shyla tipped her head back to rest on Dante’s shoulder.
Lazarus dipped his head to hers and took her lips, thrusting his tongue into her mouth while Dante grazed his teeth along the smooth plane of her shoulder.