Ann rocked rhythmically in his lap now, unconcerned with appearing too eager or desperate for contact. She was. At this moment, she would crawl over glass just to keep her husband’s expert hand on her.
Edmund withdrew their fingers from Ann’s hole and directed their hands down in a quick slap on her nub before she knew what happened.
“Urgh!” she cried out, spasming around nothing from the pleasurable pain.
“I repeat myself: did you touch my kitty while I was away?”
Ann gasped. “Youleftme,” she cried accusingly, “you left me for years, frolicked here without me, and gave another woman your child. All the while, I — yes — had to touch my quim alone.”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he said, massaging her breast, just short of being too hard on her tender flesh and straining nipple. “But I didn’t want to hurt you, not when I’m so big and you’re so small.”
“Show me you’re sorry,” said Ann grumpily, tired of being ordered to control the orgasm he was so adeptly bringing to the surface. “And I’m not small.”
Edmund brought their combined index and middle fingers together at the entrance of her channel. “Are you sure about that?” he asked, guiding them inside.
“Oh, no,” she wheezed, feeling the considerable stretch from her arse to her hard nub. Ann felt as if her channel were being tested. Tested for birthing her husband’s baby.
Edmund stilled his movement. “Do you need us to stop, Annie?” he asked, nuzzling her hair with the snout of that odd mask.
Ann looked between her legs, where those fingers were stuffed within her, splitting her quim in a way that almost hurt. Then she glanced at the three Bucks, all with their eyes locked on her pussy, their club-like cocks in hand. She’d needed to be stretched for these men to fit there.
“Do it,” she rasped, bucking to get his hands moving again. “Open me.”
“You’re going to let my brothers inside like a good girl, are you?” he asked, pushing their fingers deeper into her channel.
She whimpered when their digits traced over a spot that felt like it ran to some deeper nerves, some well of pleasure she’d never tapped before. Why had Edmund denied her this for so long while having a right to use her body as he wished?
But he didn’t wish, she reasoned as he stroked over that spot expertly and made her muscles tremble as he tested her limits. He’d made the choice to say his vows and never see her again. And now he was going to give Ann to these other men rather than impregnate her himself. Once again, he was providing what she needed but withholding himself. But it was hard to rail at him when his brother Bucks were standing by, ready to fuck and fill her.
“Yes, husband,” she said in a soft voice, gazing at each of those three masked men, then at their ready cocks.
“Then I suppose we should get you properly wet, shouldn’t we?” he asked before pressing their fingers into a place that felt spongy and swollen and like it might make her have an accident all over the floor in front of these sophisticated London men.
“Oh no,” she moaned, rocking all the while as she ascended to some place she never knew existed. She was trying to fight her own body’s reaction, but the urge to keep going and see what lay on the other side was too powerful.
“Get that pussy soaked for my brothers,” Edmund growled. “Opening you up for them. Opening my wife’s hole for them to breed.”
The words and a firm stroke along that spot combined to break down Ann’s defenses. Her body went rigid, and she bore down on the armrests she was holding as her body broke in ways she couldn’t have commanded, even if she knew the words for what was happening.
She clamped down on their fingers and rubbed her nub against the side of Edmund’s hand reflexively as liquid poured from within her. She had no way to stop it, no wish to break the flow of it as she spasmed endlessly in her husband’s hold.
Despite that, he stroked that place through the pleasure, bringing her back again and again until she cried out as her overused nerves protested.
Edmund pulled their fingers from her clasp and pushed his mask up to suck the liquid from their hands. The feeling of his tongue on her fingertip made Ann jolt as she imagined what he’d feel like feasting between her thighs.
“Delicious,” he said, bringing his mask back into place. “Now, let’s get you a baby.”
Chapter 7
He was scaring her.He had to be scaring her. Ann was quaking in his hold, though he realized some of that had to be from the force of her orgasm.
He’d pushed her. Edmund didn’t know where that talk of being her husband came from, but it had dripped off his tongue at the moment and she seemed to have enjoyed it at the time…though he couldn’t help but imagine that it would open up some doors impossible to get closed again. Their marriage had been so neat. And every second they spent in this chair, their relationship got messier.
Messy as that cunt that was dripping honey now, to his great satisfaction. He hoped she couldn’t feel how hard she’d gotten his cock. He’d declared himself impotent too early. Still, he wouldn’t deny his Annie anything now, not when she was so close to getting what she wanted, needed, and deserved.
Edmund placed his hand over his wife’s whole pussy, feeling suddenly possessive. “Are you ready to take those cocks?” he asked, gesturing with his mask’s snout to the three Bucks waiting to stretch and fill her.
“Yes, Edmund,” she said, her voice trembling.
