The Trouble with Three Husbands (Daughters of Venus 1)

“What the…” I heard from up near our pillows. “Oh…ha…well…good morning to you too.”

And then, like the man he always is, Bentley dipped his head down a bit, pried my legs apart, and kissed my clit. Just a peck at first, to greet me like the morning sun.

I grabbed his cock, which had begun to stiffen at a rapid pace, and held it in my grip. I put my mouth within an inch of it and was about to put my lips over the head when Bentley sipped from my wet pussy, a gesture I loved. Something about the thought of him drinking from me made me even wetter. And when Bentley devoured me, he liked to lap it up.

Damn he is good. I definitely didn’t make a mistake in marrying this one.

My head crashed against the mattress as Bentley dove in, planting his mouth against my swollen pussy and burying his tongue inside.

He rolled me over, so that I was sitting on his face. And as I looked down at his throbbing cock, I knew that I couldn’t touch it. It was against MY rules. This wasn’t his day.

He’d had me yesterday. Several times.

I sat up and let him stuff himself with my juices. I rested my hands against his thighs and pushed down against him, silently begging for him to make me come. The stubble of his chin pressed against my clit and nearly set me off. I was close already.

Eat my pussy, baby. Yes, do what you do best. Oh fuck.

It felt so good. He swirled his tongue around softly but quickly, knowing full well that time was of the essence.

“Ahhh, yes,” I cried out louder than I’d wanted to as I sat up and then slammed my open palms against his thighs.

“Lauren, mi amor, you alright?” came the familiar sound of Alejandro, or Alé as I’d nicknamed him, my Costa Rican stud.

I looked up at the doorway and saw him standing in it, wearing just a pair of boxers, his muscular chest covered in thick black hair. He’d covered his eyes and was rubbing at his temples.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

As he backed out of the room I knew he was upset. He didn’t like seeing me with another man. None of them did even though they each knew what happened on days that weren’t their own. It was all in pursuit of a daughter. The golden chalice.

I wanted to let the guilt sink in for some reason, as I cared for each of my men immensely, but Bentley’s tongue circled my pussy lips and plunged inside me again and I couldn’t concentrate. I closed my eyes and grunted, feeling like I was about to let loose on his face.

Mmmm hmmm!

“I wanna be inside you,” Bentley said in a muffled voice.

I wanted that too but I couldn’t.

“We can’t babe. You know the rules. You can play in the morning but no penetration. Connor would freak again.”

Bentley turned his head, taking a break.

“He’s a good kid but he’s very jealous.”

I wasn’t going to let him wiggle his way out of this one. He needed to finish what he’d started. I leaned to the right, finding his face and putting it back where it belonged.

“And you’re not?” I asked.

He chuckled and the vibrations in his mouth felt great against my swollen pussy. As I arched my back and dug in, I thought about what it would be like if Alé suddenly came back in and joined us. That never ended well. My men were way too jealous and too egotistical. They would turn me into their personal conquests, their trophy to be won, which was always fucking incredible during the experience…but you’ve never suffered soreness and muscle fatigue like the day after you’ve taken a pounding from three rock hard men.

I know, woe is me.

Bentley drove his tongue into me and used his thumb to tease my clit. He licked and rubbed, licked and rubbed until I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed his forehead and squeezed it as the convulsions rocked my body. I was coming and I could feel it draining out of me with each twitch of my legs. And Bentley drank me up.

And that’s how my semi-normal day began.

If you’re thinking I’m some poor damsel who’s been forced into a strange lifestyle with these guys, you couldn’t be more wrong. If anything, they’re the ones adjusting to this odd existence. My name’s Lauren, and I’m one of the Original Seven, the leaders of the Daughters of Venus religious sect, Boulder, Colorado division.

In our world, women reign supreme. Most of us were Christians at some time and some of us do still crack open a Bible for spiritual guidance, but our everyday lives, our driving force, is the love, compassion, and overall worship of the female form. In the Dove, women make the decisions and men are happy to be in our presence.