Jake finished off the spanking with a few blistering smacks to her sit-spots—enough so she'd still be feeling it tomorrow when she sat—and then started rubbing her bottom.
"Good girl, Evelyn," he said, murmuring. Wilson did the same, coming forward so he could put his own hand on their wife's bottom and feel the heat emanating from her dusky pink skin. She whimpered in response, squirming slightly.
"She took her spanking very well," Wilson said, imbuing as much approval into his voice as he could, crouching down behind her.
She gasped as he slid his tongue up her center, tasting her honey. He nearly groaned at the sweet, salty flavor that exploded on his tongue. She was delicious, and all theirs. The scent of her musk increased as he licked, even as she protested.
"Oh! You can't do that! Wilson! Stop... that's indecent!"
Chuckling, Jake kept rubbing her bottom. "It's not indecent at all, sweetheart. This is just more of what happens between husbands and wives. Especially when a new wife is a virgin. Wilson's making sure you're nice and wet and ready for us."
Damn straight he was.
Willing to take on two husbands or not, their little wife would need proper preparation to do so, even if she hadn't been a virgin.
Apparently not up to protesting anymore, now that Wilson had really gotten going on licking up and down her sensitive folds, teasing her little bud with his tongue, Evelyn was beginning to make the same little whimpering noises in the back of her throat that she had before she came, her hot bottom moving up and down against his mouth as Jake's fingers traced patterns over her pinked skin.
"Oh.... oh my.... oh my goodness...."
As she began to move more firmly against his mouth, Wilson deliberately took her right up to the edge - and then pulled away.
The moment he did so, he straightened up and began stripping off his clothing, while Evelyn made a frustrated noise.
"Why did you stop?"
She was going to explode again, she could feel it. In fact, she'd only been seconds away from doing so when Wilson pulled away.
Was this more punishment?
Evelyn cried out as Jake lifted her up and she found herself being tossed onto the bed on her back. She squealed as her bottom bounced on the mattress, reigniting the smarting sting in her cheeks. In retrospect, the spanking hadn't been entirely terrible, and there was something about the pain that somehow made her pleasure seem even more intense.
"It's time to make you ours, truly," Jake said, getting onto the bed with her as he began unbuttoning her shirt.
Her eyes went wide as she realized Wilson was already shucking off his pants—and wider still as she got her first look at a man’s cock. A rod was what the other women had called it, but Evelyn didn't think it was a very good description.
The length of flesh jutted out in front of Wilson, a darker color than the pale skin on his belly but not as dark as the darkly tanned skin of his hands and face. Dark curls, even blacker than the hair on his head, created a nest at its base and a sack hung beneath. Evelyn's eyes widened.
That was supposed to goinsideher?
He wrapped his hand around it, stroking the length, and she couldn't take her eyes away from his manhood as he came closer.
Her mouth was dry, her heart pounding, and she wanted to scream that he couldn't possibly fit, but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to speak or move.
Beside her, Jake was now pulling off his pants as well, sitting beside her on the bed, but she couldn't turn her head away from Wilson's advancing rod to see what Jake's looked like.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," Wilson said, his voice almost crooning as he crawled up toward her, kneeling between her parted legs. Realizing his position, she started to try to close them, but he was already there between her thighs, rubbing the blunt head of his rod up and down the slit of her womanhood. "I'm going to make you feel good."
She relaxed somewhat.
What he was doing did feel good. Pleasant. Not as nice as his mouth had been but... this was the way things were supposed to be. Maybe he didn't put his rod all the way inside her. Maybe she'd misunderstood.
So far neither man had given her a reason to mistrust them.
Wilson leaned over her further, brushing her lips with his as she felt pressure against her opening.
"This will only hurt for a second," he murmured.
The words didn't register until a moment later when she was crying out in pain as something far too big shoved into a space far too small for it! Her first cry was all she could make, because she felt strangely full, like she couldn't get any air in.
