Quadruple Duty: All or Nothing

Kyle stepped forward to kneel on the bed, bringing himself to the perfect height for what came next. His already-hard cock swung into view and I closed my hand around it. It was smooth and flawless, with just the right-sized head.

“Let your wife take care of you,” I winked, trying the other word out for myself. As I wrapped my lips around him I decided I liked that word too. Loved it, in fact. It felt so natural. So perfect.

“MMMMmmmm…”

Ryan slowed just long enough for me to get adjusted to having a second husband in my throat. Then he started up again, pushing his way deep, forcing me forward onto Kyle until I couldn’t take another inch, then sliding slowly, achingly backward as my pussy clung desperately to his wonderful girth.

Two hands slid over my breasts, cupping me through my wedding gown. They felt around for a while before working their way beneath, skin against skin, Dakota’s big palms gliding down over my warm, supple flesh, the nipples hardening almost instantly at his touch.

If this wasn’t heaven, I was fine with it. I’d stay right here forever.

“Your heart’s racing,” Dakota whispered into my ear.

My eyes shifted sexily his way. But my mouth was busy.

“It’s too late to get cold feet now,” he teased. “The deal’s done.”

Switching hands, I reached out for him. I found his chest first, playing my way slowly down over his ribbed stomach. Then my fingers slithered further south, to cup his balls… all thick and heavy in my hand.

“You’re hogging our wife,” I heard someone grunt distantly. “My turn.”

Ryan withdrew, rather reluctantly, and I felt Jason take his place. His hands took my hips with all new urgency, planting his body behind me. I moaned softly around Kyle as he rubbed the head of his manhood up and down, all along the entrance to my molten channel.

“Fuck her already,” Kyle warned, “or I’m going to. But quit playing around.”

Jason pushed the tip inside and then stopped. I whimpered as he swirled it around, like the biggest tease on the planet.

“I’ll do whatever I want,” he said to Kyle. “Even if—”

I waited until his swirling cock was dead center. Then I shoved back on him, engulfing him in one gratifying thrust. Sheathing him before he could pull back, or move to stop me.

“Fuck…” Jason swore, totally helpless. He slapped my ass in protest. “That was a dirty trick.”

“Mmmm-Hmmm,” I moaned, sucking Kyle even harder. Two down. I was still cupping Dakota in my palm, my perfectly-manicured fingernails dragging lightly over his balls.

Jason started fucking me hard, partly to punish me, partly because it felt so damned good. I took him deep, as I had with Ryan, rolling my hips at the end of every thrust to bring him all the way down to the root.

Kyle shifted away, and suddenly Ryan was there. I took him greedily, slurping him down my throat as he guided my head against his stomach. Eventually I lost Dakota too, and picked him up again as he slid into Jason’s place. I had to arch my back more, spreading my legs even wider to accommodate him.

I winced as Dakota’s hands went to my shoulders. Wasting no time, his cock split me from behind and my eyes crossed.

Three, I thought to myself vaguely. That’s three husbands.

It was odd that I was suddenly counting. I’d never counted before. Yet they were taking me as their wife now. It was a first time, a special moment that I knew would always stand out in my mind.

As silly as it seemed, it meant something.

“Help me with this thing, it’s in the way…”

I felt a tug on my crotch as my panties were pulled tight. Then suddenly—

RIIIIP!

“Thanks bro.”

So much for my bridal lingerie. I was still wearing my white stockings, the garters too. But now I could feel what was left of my panties dangling between my legs, a shredded, lacy ruin.

I chalked it up to just another hot memory of my soon-to-be honeymoon.