"Hold still, sweetheart, and answer Jake's question," Wilson rumbled, still stroking her soft, wet, virginal pussy. The musk of her arousal wafted upward, filling his nose and distracting him, but he made himself focus on her and not his desire to dive headfirst between her thighs.
"Can you stop touching me while I do?" she asked plaintively, squirming under their hands.
"No," Jake said immediately and firmly. "Answer the question."
Evelyn bit her lip nervously, but she didn't look disappointed. In fact, she was starting to look rather arousedagain, as if being questioned was turning her on. That made Wilson's cock throb even harder.
Her eyes dropped away from theirs and she took a deep breath.
"I... I liked your letter in the newspaper the best," she whispered. "I... I didn't think you'd know. I talked to some of the other women at the factory about what it's like and I... I thought I could do that. But I wanted to do it with a husband, in a proper marriage, not..."
Her voice trailed off again, and Wilson and Jake exchanged solemn looks over her body. It didn't take too much to read between the lines and figure out there had been someone pressuring her to have sex with them outside of a marriage, which for a woman working in a factory could be disastrous.
The protectiveness Wilson had already been feeling over her welled up again.
He exchanged another look with Jake.
"What are you going to do now?" she asked, and the arousal in her eyes had dimmed, uncertainty and fear taking its place.
"Well, I don't know," Wilson drawled deliberately, keeping a slightly playful tone to his voice. He looked at Jake. "What do you think we should do with a naughty wife, Jake?"
He felt her pussy flutter against his fingers when he called her their wife, reassuring and re-arousing her at the same time. Across from him, Jake pretended he was thinking hard, a wicked glint already growing in his eyes as he slid his hands back up to squeeze her breasts, giving her nipples a sharp pinch so she let out a little yelp.
"Well now, Wilson, I reckon a naughty wife needs a punishment so she knows not to be naughty again."
Evelyn started squirming again. "I won't! I promise! I didn't lie about anything else and I won't lie again," she promised in a breathy voice as Wilson continued to caress her pussy.
"Glad to hear that, sweetheart," Jake said, but he gave her a stern look. "However, you still need to be punished for the lie you already told. I think a spanking is just the thing."
"A sp-p-p-panking?" Evelyn sounded torn between horror and curiosity.
"Oh yes," Jake said. "Right on your pretty little bare bottom. Help me get her in position, Wilson."
Evelyn squealed but didn't resist as the two men stripped off her dress and bent her over Jake's lap. Her creamy bottom turned up, the fringe of curls between her legs and the wet pink of her pussy altogether was a glorious sight, and Wilson stepped back, starting to undress himself as he watched Jake take their new bride in hand.
Chapter 7
The strong thighs beneath her stomach shifted slightly, and Evelyn bit her lip to keep from squealing as her bottom was lifted even higher in the air.
A spanking!
Of all the things!
She'd never been spanked before. Nor had she ever thought she would be, considering she was a grown woman now. But Jake had said he wanted to spank her on her bare bottom to punish her, and the look in his eye when he'd said it... well, it had confused her reactions completely. He and Wilson had both looked at her the same way they had before they started kissing her - so what was she to think?
The complete lack of her dress made her feel even more vulnerable, no matter that her dress had barely been covering anything once they'd laid her back on the bed.
"Now, we actually don't mind that you're a virgin," Jake said. "Do we, Wilson?"
"Unexpected, but I'm not unhappy," Wilson said, drawling.
Which confused Evelyn further. "Then why did you ask for a woman who wasn't?"
Both men chuckled.
"We thought a non-virgin would be more likely to accept being married to both of us," Wilson explained.
Evelyn could kind of understand the reasoning. After all, she had certainly hesitated at the thought. She'd just been desperate enough to accept the unusual relationship anyway. Desperate and perhaps a touch crazy, she thought. And look where that had got her!
