He pressed up behind her, angling his cock so it wedged between her bottom cheeks, enjoying her soft whimper as she found herself trapped between the two of them. When his hands moved up to cup her breasts, he found her nipples hardened into stiff little points. The whimper turned into a moan against Jake's lips as Wilson squeezed the soft flesh of her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples.
"Mmm, she likes that," Jake said, pulling away from the kiss to look down at her.
Evelyn was panting for breath, her eyes glassy with arousal, pupils huge in her hazel eyes as she leaned back against Wilson's chest. Her own chest pushed outward, arching as Wilson squeezed and kneaded. She let out another little cry as Jake lowered his head again, but this time to kiss along her collarbone, right where it was exposed at the neckline of her dress. Wilson easily bore her weight as she rested against him.
Jake's fingers nimbly sought the buttons going down the front of her dress, opening each one with a little flick so his mouth could move lower and lower.
"Oh... oh my..."
Evelyn's breathy shock was clear as Jake began to kiss the tops of her breasts, Wilson's hands cupping them and holding them up like an offering as her buttons were further opened. Wilson stared down at the bounty in his hands, his fingers curling inwards to pull her dress away from her gorgeous breasts with their pink-tipped nipples like little berries.
Her skin was satin under his rough hands and she quivered at his touch. He felt her hands on the outsides of his legs then, clutching at him as if to help hold herself up while the men touched her. Wilson's cock ached and he couldn't help a small thrust, groaning as he did so.Their bride matched his groan with a moan of her own and Wilson looked down to see Jake now suckling on one of her ripe berries.
Envious, Wilson cleared his throat. "I think we should move our wife to the bed, so we can both enjoy those pretty nipples." After all, she certainly seemed into what they were doing, so he wasn't worried the change in location would overwhelm her.
She let out a little mew as Jake released her nipple with a hard pop, obviously having given it a good suckle just before pulling away. Her body writhed against Wilson's and he could feel the pounding rhythm of her heart.
Evelyn's body was on fire, and she thought she might be going insane.
Nothing the women at her old job had told her could have prepared her for this.
Pleasure was rushing through her in a torrent as she made the most scandalous heathen noises she'd ever made, and she was aching through and through for something; she just didn't know what exactly. A deep need had grown inside of her as Jake and Wilson touched her, so overwhelming she'd barely noticed that Jake had been undressing her until his mouth moved over her breast. She might have jumped away but Wilson had been there behind her, holding her in place, cupping her breasts.
The onslaught of sensation was like nothing she'd ever experienced before.
The men obviously knew what they were doing; they moved their hands purposefully, Wilson's strong arms lifting her up as he carried her over to the bed. As soon as he'd laid her down on it, his hand was moving over her breast again and Jake's hands were traveling up her legs.
Part of her was completely aghast at the way they were touching her, another part of her reminded herself that she was their wife now and they had every right to touch her in this manner. Somehow, she just hadn't actually expected it. She certainly hadn't expected or been able to imagine how it would actually feel.
Moaning as both men found her nipples with their lips, Evelyn writhed, her hands finding their heads and clutching at their hair. Her legs moved restlessly as the ache between them grew, the sucking pulls of the men's mouth tugging at the need in her core.
"Oh please!" she cried out, not knowing what she was begging for, only knowing she need something, something more...
Chuckles rumbled through their bodies and then she nearly screamed as one of them, she wasn't sure which, pulled her skirts up to her waist, completely exposing her below, his hand falling on the soft mound of curls at the juncture of her thighs. Fingertips dipped into her womanhood, touching her so intimately, so pleasurably, she lost her breath. Her fingers tightened in their hair as she stared blindly into space, quivering so hard she thought she might burst.
She should be more modest, but she felt shameless. She no longer cared what noises she made or wondered if she was behaving the way she should; all she wanted was for this ever-building tension to reach its culmination. It had to, didn't it? She would explode if it didn't.
The fingers dipped into her, a shocking sensation, and then she mewled as they stopped.
Somehow it felt right to have something inside of her and she wanted more, craved it, needed it...
Shock reverberated through Jake as his fingertips pressed against... well, pressed against something that shouldn't have been there.
He lifted his head to look across Evelyn's beautiful breasts at Wilson, who was so consumed with lust it took him a moment to realize something was wrong. Wilson's brow creased as he looked up at Jake, giving Evelyn's nipple one last suck.
"Oh, please, don't stop," Evelyn begged, writhing shamelessly, sounding far more like a woman who knew what she wanted than a virgin.
Yet, Jake couldn't think of any other explanation for the barrier his fingers had encountered.
Almost dazed, since his cock had been running the show far more than his brain, Jake moved his hand, rubbing her soaked pussy and swollen clit, while giving Wilson a significant look, his eyes sliding down her body to where his hand was rubbing her. Evelyn moaned, her hips lifting, writhing, her dress bunched around her waist. She was fucking gorgeous in her pleasure and Jake was quickly deciding he wasn't too fussed about her pure status. Virgin or not, she didn't seem at all hesitant about the current situation between two men, which had been their main concern.
Wilson's hand came down, and Jake moved his out of the way, curious to see if Wilson would come to the same conclusion he had.
Evelyn gave a sharp cry as Wilson's fingers rubbed over her clit, and both men turned their attention back to her as she climaxed. Jake's fingers dipped in and out of her pussy with shallow thrusts as Wilson stroked her little bud, and she shook between them with the intensity of her ecstasy, a look of surprise on her face. That didn't necessarily mean he was right about her being a virgin, there were selfish men in the world who didn't care whether or not a woman achieved the same ecstasy they did, but it was another point indicating the evidence he thought he'd found was exactly what it was.
As she panted, her breasts heaving, Jake moved his hand up and took Wilson's fingers, pulling him down to the soft, hot opening of her body.
Wilson's fingers probed, stopped, and he frowned.
