Their Captivated Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 3)

As I walked down the hall, I heard Cross' voice. "When you're pussy's all bare, the feelings will be more intense. Besides, we want to be able to see all your pretty pink flesh."

I grabbed the soap cup and brush and a washcloth and stopped in the doorway. Simon sat on the bed with Olivia's back at his front, her legs bent and spread wide at the edge of the bed, her pussy on perfect display. Cross had pulled a chair up from the corner of the room and sat directly in front of her.

I offered the supplies to Cross and he quickly settled into his task.

"But I don't want it bare," she replied, trying to squirm. Simon had his hands beneath her knees holding her still. No amount of effort on her part would have her moving.

"We want you bare so bare you will be."

Cross paused in his work and with his free hand, slipped a finger down the length of her folds, then slipped it inside. "This is our pussy, Olivia. Ours. Soon enough you will not doubt that."

A slippery wet sound filled the air as he pulled his finger free and returned to his task. She whimpered and we all knew she was not under much duress.

I moved onto the bed and positioned myself so I could play with her breasts. The flesh was so soft and plush, firm yet supply and pliant. The pale nipples tightened before our eyes and she gasped as I tweaked one, then the other.

"Like that?" I asked, her pale eyes shifting to me.

Cross slid the razor lower over her delicate skin and the patch of bare skin grew.

"Rhys," she murmured.

"What, love? Yes, you like it?"

She nodded her head against Simon's chest.

"How about now?" Did she like a little pain with her pleasure when I tugged on the tip, then pinched it? Did she like it soothing and gentle when I took the worked flesh into my mouth and licked over it and suckled? I felt her hands tangle in my hair as I closed my lips around one nipple and worked the other with my fingers.

"She dripping," Cross said, wiping the clean towel over her now smooth flesh.

"Get my bag," I told him as I saw her bare pussy for the first time. Her lips there were dainty and a lush pink, glistening with her arousal.

Reaching on the other side of her, Cross brought the bag onto his lap and pulled out the items I'd made. Winter was long in the Montana Territory and without a woman to keep us warm, I'd discovered that woodworking was a hobby at which I was quite good. I worked many things on the lathe for my friends' use on their wives. Dildos and butt plugs of various shapes and sizes, often made to specification. I'd made some for our future bride so we could play with her, however none had been used until now.

"What are those for?" Olivia asked, crinkle forming in her brow. Simon had not released her legs, which was good, for she was in the perfect position. Cross held up a thin, long dildo for me to see and I nodded.

"Here. Take it," Cross told her as he held it up.

Olivia took the wooden object and inspected it. It was dark wood, very smooth and very narrow, only as wide as my smallest finger, much smaller than any of our cocks. I'd made it just for this specific occasion, for her to take her own maidenhead as we watched. None of us wished to cause her pain and once she broke through with the dildo, we could take her without any fear on her part. Only pleasure.

Cross placed his palm on her lower belly and placed his thumb directly over her pink pearl. We could all see it clearly now and Olivia cried out at his touch. Her hand gripped the dildo tightly so her fingers turned white.

"I've made many things to pleasure you with. Right now, you're going to fuck yourself with the dildo, love, and break through your maidenhead."

"But...oh God," she moaned, Simon doing an amazing job of building her arousal, however she was quite sensitive and very responsive. I began to play with her breasts again, for I wanted her to be completely brainless and only feel. I wanted her to want to fuck herself. "I thought, I thought one of you would do that."

"We will, soon," Simon growled, barely holding on to his willpower. Just looking down the length of her body—parted lips, long neck, pert breasts with furled tips, lush belly and hips, smooth and bare pussy, then Cross' thumb working her slippery clit. She was all I'd dreamed of and more. There was just one tiny barrier still in the way.

"It's going to slide in so easily," I murmured. "Once that barrier is gone, we're going to fuck you. One at a time."

"I'm first, lass, and I canna wait. Can ye feel my cock at yer back?"

Simon took her hand and adjusted her grip on the dildo so she held it like a small spear and lined it up with her slick pussy.

"Will it hurt?" she asked me, her head tilted to the side, her pale eyes filled with trepidation. Cross worked her clit and her ey

es slipped closed. I kissed her lips, for how could I not, then whispered, "If it does, it will only be for a brief moment. We will be watching, love, watching you ready yourself for us. It is going to be so beautiful to see."

"Now, lass."