He just comes right out and says it so plainly that I have to laugh. Khesan’s fans press flat to his head like I’ve offended him, so I pat him on the shoulder.
“I’m sorry. Humans are just more touchy about butt stuff, I guess.” Which makes me giggle more. “So, explain. How would you like to do it? Would you like me to use my vibrator on you?”
Khesan’s eyes grow huge. “What is this vibrator?”
I tap my chin. “It’s a fake dick that vibrates. Feels pretty good.”
Both Shathar’s and Khesan’s mouths fall open.
“It vibrates?” Shathar’s fans rise, and I can’t tell what emotion he’s feeling. “Inside you?”
I snort. “Do you want to try it, Khesan?”
Khesan’s jaw works, but after a few moments of consideration, he nods.
“I would. Very much.”
I see a wicked glint in Shathar’s eye, and I try very hard not to laugh again because I know exactly where this is headed.
I give Khesan what advice I can about what to eat and how to clean up beforehand. He understands, and then we all tidy the kitchen before heading to the stairs.
Once inside the bedroom, both my husbands strip faster than I can take off my shirt. They’ve always been horny, but this last door opening among us has unleashed something else, something even more primal.
Khesan is quick to get on his hands and knees, his ass in the air. I adore how eager he is to try something new, excited about what pleasures it might bring. Not to mention I’m already fantasizing about watching the two of them together, which seems inevitable.
Shathar assists me, holding Khesan’s tail out of the way as I reach for the bedside table.
“We should start with the plugs first,” I tell Khesan. “Get you going on something small, then work our way up, like you did with me.”
He nods in understanding as I bring out the three plugs and set them on the bedside table. I pick up the smallest one and coat it in lube, then do the same to my fingers. I smear them over his ass, which is just like a human one. Then, experimentally, I push one finger inside him.
“Oh!” Khesan jolts. “That is… interesting.”
“Isn’t it? It will be weird at first, but then it becomes good. I can’t explain it.”
Shathar watches with interest as I bring up the first plug to Khesan’s puckered hole and push it in with care. Again, Khesan jerks in response, so I withdraw it and then try again. He opens more, and I’m pleased.
“Feel good yet?” I ask.
“Still strange.”
Hmm. I wonder if aliens have a prostate, too? Then he’ll really be in for a surprise.
We work the plug into Khesan a bit at a time, Shathar watching in fascination as I finally sink it all the way in, the base preventing it from going any farther. Khesan moans, the muscles of his ass flexing.
“Let’s wait a while to let him adjust,” I say, and Shathar lowers Khesan’s tail once again. But he isn’t done. He reaches under Khesan’s hips and wraps one clawed hand around his cock, squeezing it roughly. Khesan moans and his hips buck as my other husband ruthlessly strokes him, and there’s nothing I love more than watching them please each other.
When Khesan is close to his finish, he turns to me with a pleading expression.
“The bigger one,” he begs. “Put the bigger one inside me.”
Without being asked, Shathar grabs the next plug and covers it in lubricant. When I withdraw the smaller plug, Shathar rubs Khesan’s bare ass.
“May I do it this time?” Shathar asks. Khesan glances over his shoulder, and his lips peel back in a smile.
“Please.”
Shathar and I switch places as I hold Khesan’s tail out of the way, and Shathar takes over with the plug. He is just as gentle as I was, easing it in slowly until it’s all the way inside.
