Their Kidnapped Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 1)

"It's best to have a...plug in me?"

"To take a cock in your arse, for both of us to take you at the same time, yes. We do not wish to hurt you and will only claim that delectable hole of yours when you are truly prepared," Kane said, cutting his steak. This conversation was preposterous; talking about plugs and bottoms over a meal was unfathomable. Until now.

"Prepared and aroused," Ian added.

I gulped at the thought, remembering the size of their cocks, how big they'd felt when they'd fucked me. How good it had been. They wanted to put them...there? One in my bottom and one in my pussy, at the same time? What had I gotten myself into? And why, why was the idea of them taking me in such a way only adding to the need they'd aroused in me?

"Ann enjoys it when we fuck her ass, which we do frequently," one of her husbands said. "We are very careful with her, ensuring she is ready for us. She needs a maintenance plug so that she is stretched enough to take us."

"We are doing it for her," the other added. "Everything we do is for Ann."

"This entire conversation is an odd choice for dinner," I commented. "Odd in general."

"Weren't expecting two husbands?" Rhys asked. I looked down the table at the dark haired man.

"Certainly not," I replied.

"Assumed ye'd be fucked beneath the covers with the lamp extinguished?" Ian asked, light eyebrow raised.

I could feel my cheeks heat. "That is what I'd heard," I replied. I thought of Thomas and Allen and Clara and they'd certainly provided an alternative to a bed. What I'd had to do for my husbands in the stage had also altered my perspective.

"Perhaps, baby, what you heard wasn't normal," Kane said, placing his hand on top of mine and offering a light squeeze. "Perhaps what we do here at Bridgewater is normal."

I frowned. "What is normal then?"

"Normal is whatever a husband wishes. Whatever pleases a wife. It could be straight fucking."

"It could be arse fucking," Ian added.

"Ass play," Andrew said.

"Cock sucking."

"Eating pussy."

"Anywhere."

"Everywhere."

The men all added something else to the carnal conversation until my mind was filled with an abundance of variation I never knew were possible.

"Pleasing both your husbands," Ann said. Andrew and Robert turned to her, Andrew tilting her face up to him so he could kiss her, then Robert had his turn.

"See, lass, there is nay need to be embarrassed," Ian said reassuringly. "Ye only need to be aroused. What we did with ye earlier, starting your ass training–"

"Tasting your delectable pussy," Kane cut in.

"–is all for your pleasure. And you denied yourself release."

"Emma, heed these words from another woman," Ann said, leaning forward. "If your men are offering you pleasure. Take it. Accept it. Enjoy it." She grinned.

Shifting in my seat, I realized I ached between my thighs, and not because both men had claimed me. No, it was the pulsing of that little bundle of nerves I'd rubbed and touched until I screamed while riding the stage, where Kane had licked and sucked. Upstairs, they'd left me needy, because I'd asked them to. I longed now for them to touch me, knowing it was the only way for this ache to go away. My nipples had tightened beneath my dress, hardening at my wandering thoughts. As Ann said, I had to accept it and I'd most assuredly enjoy it."

"There were men over in Bozeman asking questions," one of the men said, thankfully changing the course of conversation. I didn't remember his name, but he had dark hair with equally dark eyes.

Everyone stopped eating and the room fell silent.

"How did ye hear about this, Simon?" Ian asked, his tone grim.