Husbandry (7 page)

His frown of disappointment had fresh tears tracking down my
cheeks. I didn’t think my heart could grow any sorer.

“I’m so sorry.” Another sob tore from me. “I really screwed
up.”

He kept his hand on my back and drew me closer with a
resigned sigh. “Yeah, you did. But we’ll fix it.”

“It’s not that easy,” I protested.

“Sure it is.” Chuck clasped my shoulders and drew me back to
look him in the eye. “I fix things all the time.”

He surprised a watery smile out of me. It was such a typical
male response from my handy husband. If you had a problem, you solved it. End
of story. He didn’t seem to think relationships were any trickier than
carpentry.

“Anything broken can be repaired with enough time and
effort,” he insisted.

“You didn’t see the look on Chad’s face.” My passionate,
sensitive husband thought I didn’t want him.

Chuck shrugged. “That was just Chad being Chad. He’s always
melodramatic. Give him some time. And while you’re waiting for him to come
around, you know what you have to do.”

“Tell my parents the truth.” I muttered the words, knowing
full well I’d been behaving like a coward.

He chucked me under the chin. “Preferably before our golden
wedding anniversary.”

I sniffed. Although guilt still gnawed at me, I felt much
better. I gave him a hug and held on tight.

“Come on.” He returned my squeeze before he let go. “There’s
nothing you can do tonight. You might as well get some sleep.”

He was so practical, but that was what I needed at the
moment. I watched as he stripped off his clothes. When he got down to his
boxers, he walked over to blow out the remaining candles and crawled beneath
the covers to spoon behind me. Little green sparks flickered in the dark.

“Stupid silk sheets.” His grumble vibrated through my
backbone. “They’re always producing static shocks.”

“They’re satin,” I corrected him.

My tears had dried, and I snuggled back against him.

“Whatever. They’re slippery too. Last time, I almost slid
right off the bed.” He tightened his arm around me as if to keep himself from
falling. “I should build a safety net.”

He was probably serious. If only marriage came with a safety
net and maybe a few harnesses for good measure. I was quickly learning that
relationships could be slippery too.

* * * *

Cocooned in my husband’s arms, I slept through a dreamless
night, for which I was very thankful. I awoke to sensual pleasure.

A man’s fingers were stroking in and out of my vagina while
a callused thumb shimmied over my clit. I moaned in surprise and pressed back
against Chuck’s hard body as my pussy gushed all over his hand. Unable to stop
myself, I jerked my hips in time to his thrusting fingers. Then I froze when I
realized we weren’t alone.

Lying next to me on the other side of the bed was Charles,
his goateed face unmistakable. On our wedding night, my three husbands had
taken turns making love to me before we’d collapsed in the same bed. Since
then, they had sex with me in private, although all three usually slept with me—real
sleep, as in
rest
—in our enormous
bed. Only on occasion would one or two of them bunk in a guest room, such as if
Chad wanted to stay up to read or Chuck got engrossed in something on TV.

I hadn’t heard Charles sneak in here last night. Now he was stretched
out on his stomach with his left cheek pressed deeply into his pillow. His
torso was bare down to where the sheet rode his waist. At first his eyes were
closed, but even as I watched, he cracked one open and gave me a wink.

I didn’t have time to say anything before Chuck rolled me
over and lowered himself between my legs. Thanks to his administrations, I was
more than ready for him, but that didn’t stop my startled yelp of pleasure when
he pushed his cock into me in a single, sturdy lunge. His blissful groan echoed
the sound. He plunged his shaft in and out in the lazy rhythm of good morning
loving.

Slow or fast, tender or rough—Chuck’s lovemaking was always
easy. He didn’t play games or mess with my head, and he didn’t complicate
matters. The few words he spoke between grunts were as earthy and
straightforward as he was.

“That’s good. So good.”

I couldn’t agree more. Every nerve his shaft brushed came to
full, wakeful life, and my nipples pinched into tight buds where they grazed
his chest. He shuttled his morning hard-on in and out of me more quickly.

Clutching his churning buttocks, I lifted my hips into each
stroke and fought to match his pace. With a quick shift of his arm, he caught
my right leg and lifted it so he could penetrate me more deeply. He used his
other hand to brace himself against the headboard and buried his face above my
left shoulder. He moaned into the pillow and pounded into me.

My channel began to shimmer with preorgasmic pulses. Each
hard lunge of his cock only intensified them and promised more. I pressed my
head back and rolled it to the side.

The moment I did, I came face-to-face with Charles again.
Although he hadn’t moved, he wasn’t pretending to sleep. His eyes were wide
open, watching everything his spitting image and I were doing an arm’s length
away. He wore a lecherous grin that left me in no doubt that he enjoyed what he
saw.

In that moment, I had a flash of insight. I was sure Charles
would have joined us—would have helped Chuck take me—if he hadn’t worried we’d
stop. And judging by his smile, he didn’t think I’d be the one to call a halt.

He was behaving for Chuck. With his face buried and his
impending orgasm tightening his muscles, my other, more modest husband didn’t
notice we had an audience. Only I realized it, and the secret knowledge set off
orgasmic tremors of seismic proportions.

“Ahhh!” I kicked my head back and keened.

“Yes. That’s it.” Chuck choked out the words and strained as
he took me in a last frenzy of thrusts before drawing up tight.

His cock felt like it burst deep inside me, anointing me
with hot seed. Each wet pulse made my vagina and womb contract again so that we
were coming in perfect sync. He ground against my clit until the last spurt
jetted out of his cock.

This time he rolled with me as he collapsed, so I ended up
in his arms with my back to Charles. Chuck gave me a kiss and a satisfied grin.
His eyes were already closing.

I wasn’t sure how long I would have loitered in his arms if
my alarm clock hadn’t blared right then. Chuck grumbled at the noise, and I had
to reach across his body to hit the button to silence it. I always left myself
plenty of time for a shower before breakfast. This morning I definitely needed
one.

Charles was still looking at me when I turned around. The
impossible man refused to get up, forcing me to crawl over him to get out of
bed. He released a low chuckle when I swatted his backside.

A minute later I stood beneath the warm spray, once more
treated to the torrential rain from the special showerhead. I took the time to
lather my hair and felt the suds caress the full length of my body when I
rinsed. My eyes had just cleared when two arms wrapped around me from behind. I
was pulled against a slippery body sporting a hard cock.

“There’s just something about seeing a sexy woman all
dripping wet.” Charles caught my earlobe between his teeth before he licked a
water droplet from it. He ground his erection against my backside. “You have me
at full attention.”

“Not unusual for you at this hour.” I tried to sound casual,
though the water stung my pebbled nipples. “You never seem too tired, even
though I know you must not have gotten home until after midnight.”

“I told you I’d be late. As for being tired, the day I don’t
get hard for you is the day you’d better check my pulse. You have this effect
on me.”

He kept me in the circle of his arms as I spun around to
face him. The tip of his cock landed above my belly button, and my breasts
wound up plumped against the muscled wall of his chest. I looked up at his
face, which was now framed by his short, dripping curls.

“You seemed to like watching me with Charles. Were you
thinking of joining us?” I asked the question boldly, though I was a bit
nervous about the answer.

His grin was nothing short of devilish. “Oh, Fila. You’d be
shocked if you knew all the things I’d like to do to you.”

“Keeping secrets?” I swallowed so hard I audibly gulped.
Fear and curiosity mingled with arousal.

“Only until you’re ready.”

I drew a breath to speak, but he silenced me with a kiss.

“No.” He must have read my mind. “You’re not ready yet. I’ll
let you know when you are.”

My jaw dropped. “Why, you arrogant—”

“Careful there. You’d best watch what you say. Why don’t we
put that mouth of yours to good use before we’re both late for work, hmm?”

He was already pressing down on my shoulders with a forceful
push. I either had to go to my knees or risk slipping on the wet tile. Choosing
the former, I wound up with my face right where he wanted it, in front of his
erection.

I glanced up his wet body. “You think I’ll give you head
now? After talking to me like that?”

“I know you will. Not only that, but you’ll give me the best
blowjob you possibly can.”

His confidence caused fresh cream to spill from my pussy.
His conceit should have been appalling. Instead, it nearly had steam rising off
my skin. I was glad for the cascade of water washing over me since it disguised
the intimate moisture now sluicing down my inner thighs.

“Just how do you figure that?”

Charles cupped my head and drew me closer to his plump dick.
“Two reasons. One, your pride is healthy and includes a competitive streak.
You’ll do your best because you’ll want to see if you can undo me, make me lose
control.”

I licked my lips. “And the second reason?”

His eyes deepened to the darker emerald that made me crazy.
“You’ll want to see what I do to you as a reward.”

Suddenly weak, I braced my hands against his thighs to keep
my balance. He was right. His words and attitude chafed, yet he took me to a
place I could never reach on my own.

I broke his stare and lowered my eyes to the plump head of
his cock. His pubic hair tickled my hand as I grasped the root of his shaft to
angle it toward me. Given the time constraints, I didn’t bother with a lot of
teasing or buildup. Instead, I dived right in, sucking the crown past my lips
and fluttering my tongue behind his glans.

His head fell back against the tile with an audible
thunk
. “That’s my girl. Just like that.”

He was long enough I couldn’t swallow him completely, but my
encircling fist made up the difference. I bobbed up and down, wriggling my
tongue and using it to produce more friction. With my free hand, I grabbed his
balls and massaged the stones inside.

I sucked so hard my cheeks hollowed. His briny flavor
intensified in my mouth, and he released a moan I was sure he hadn’t meant for
me to hear. I used his whole cock as a straw to slurp up the delicious treat
down at the bottom.

“More. Give me more.” He didn’t sound so cool and collected
now.

The idea of making my powerful husband lose control had my
labia swelling so full they ached. My core bloomed for him, anxious for the
same treatment my mouth was getting. Intent on tipping him over the razor’s
edge, I quickened my pace and deepened my suction until I was light-headed.

I glanced up his body. High color rode his cheeks, and his
lips were parted. The instant he caught me looking, though, he took back the
reins. One second I was doing him, and the next his grip on my head tightened
so that he was in charge of the taking. Each thrust shot to the back of my
throat, forcing me to concentrate on my breathing. Then he shoved deep one more
time and emptied his balls with a short bark of triumph. I had no choice but to
swallow, though I would have done so regardless.

Victory didn’t belong solely to him. I caught the faint
quiver in his legs when I stood back up. I made sure to run my hands all the
way from his ankles to his flat nipples as I straightened.

“So?” Leaning into him, I grazed his lips with a soft kiss.

His mouth hitched up at one corner. “Your turn.”

Without warning, he spun me around so that I had to catch
myself by gripping the towel bar. He kicked my feet apart, positioning me like
an arrestee about to get frisked. I received a quick cavity search with his
fingers in my pussy.

“Feels like you got yourself all hot and bothered, wife. Do
you like sucking my cock that much? Does it arouse you?”

Two could play at this game. “It certainly worked for you. I
can still taste your cum on my palate.”

“Dirty girl.” His voice was so husky he almost spoke in a
growl. “Let’s see if we can clean you up.”

I heard him grab something behind me. When I tried to turn,
he caught the back of my head and made me face the wall again.

“Stay still,” he ordered. “I don’t want to miss a spot.”

My hands tightened around the towel bar until my knuckles
paled. I wasn’t sure I was going to survive this.

His left arm snaked around me, and I was rewarded with the
slow, slick glide of a bar of soap coasting over my skin. It started out cool,
but my body heat soaked into it before he’d moved it a full foot. Charles
lathered my thighs before he moved higher. He turned my curls into froth and
circled my navel until my belly contracted with every pass. Then he moved up to
my breasts, which I thrust forward for his attention.

The steamy air around me warmed my throat and lungs until I
felt like a pot ready to boil over. He lingered forever at my breasts, rubbing
that slippery bar of soap around and around and paying special attention to the
undersides and sensitive tips. I closed my eyes and let my head hang from my
shoulders.