"Yes, they do," he countered.
"No. What you did, what you've both been doing to me is so...so carnal...so indecent."
"It's carnal, no question about that," Garrett added. I could hear the steady beat of his heart, which proved he was real. Flesh and blood. "It's not indecent, Sarah. You're married. You're our wife, the center of our world now. What we do to you is not indecent in the slightest."
"That's supposed to bring me comfort?" I queried.
"If that does not bring you resolution, then consider this. You don't decide whether anything we do to you is indecent or not. It's our decision what we do, not yours. Your choice is whether you will find pleasure where we offer it." Tagg stood, grabbed women's clothes from the pile Garrett had brought. The combination of burly man and ladies things reminded me of how virile he was.
"Like you did just now?" I asked.
"A perfect example," Tagg replied. "Your ass was going to be fucked with the plug whether you enjoyed it or not. I was going to eat your pussy whether you liked it or not. It is most obvious your body finds immense pleasure when your brain disengages."
His words were logical, however I had to consider them. "And the plug?" I asked tentatively.
"It stays put," Garrett murmured. "Are you ready to dress?"
The idea of clothes was highly appealing. "Yes, please."
Garrett easily lifted me off his lap. When I stood, I felt the plug lodged within me. It filled me similarly to when one of them...fucked me. This was constant, and it was in my...ass. I couldn't close up entirely and the feeling of being stretched open, albeit only a small amount, was distracting. I clenched down, but to no avail. Standing comfortably required an adjustment to my stance just as Garrett had said; hips tilted, back arched. Unfortunately, it thrust my breasts forward and when I did so, both men were apt to look at me there.
"Turn around," Tagg requested.
I did and faced Garrett. Tagg reached around my middle, circling a corset about me. As he began adjusting it and tightening the stays, Garrett lowered his head and kissed me. Deeply. His tongue entered my mouth and explored and I couldn't help but touch my tongue to his. I didn't know what to do, but was learning quickly beneath their tutelage. Even as Tagg tugged at my back or when his hands came around to shift and position the corset, Garrett continued the kiss. I felt it...everywhere. How did a kiss make my pussy pulse? How did it make me involuntarily clench down on the plug? How did it make my nipples tighten. I could feel them against my--
Wait. I was wearing a corset but I felt the cool air on my nipples. Pulling back from Garrett's mouth, I looked down. I was wearing a corset, it was snug around my middle, yet it did not cover my breasts. They were lifted and supported well, but they thrust out in a very obscene manner. I wasn't overly endowed, but I still looked indecent.
Garrett placed a finger over my lips to silence me. How did he even recognize that I was going to speak?
"This is your new corset. It keeps your breasts exposed for Tagg and me at all times."
From behind my back, Tagg passed a navy skirt to Garrett. He opened the waist, knelt down and had me step in, then worked it up to fit properly, then buttoned it. Tagg held out a blouse--good, I could cover my naked breasts--and I slipped one arm in, then the other. The fabric was settled upon my shoulders before Tagg's hands came around and wrapped the white material around my waist and to the back where I felt his fingers fumbling. He did the same again on the other side, his fingers working once again, then stepped around to stand next to Garrett.
All the while, I looked down, watching him dress me, but in that time, my breasts did not gain any kind of coverage. The strange blouse seemed to have wrapped beneath my breasts and over the strange corset to fasten in some way at my lower back. It was a blouse without any breast coverage.
"Perfect," Garrett said, blatantly admiring me.
Tagg looked equally satisfied.
"My breasts are exposed!"
"Yes," Tagg commented, his voice deep with what I now recognized as desire. "Your breasts will always be exposed from now on."
Appalled, I exclaimed, "Why?"
"Because they are too lovely to cover up."
"That's...a flattering comment, but I can't be expected to spend my days like this. "
"Yes, you can," Tagg replied. "Soon, based on the amount of seed dripping from your pussy, you will be with child. Your breasts will grow and be tender. They will also be extremely sensitive and you will wish for us to tend to them."
A baby had not entered my mind. Tagg was correct, I could be with child now. However, I did not see any correlation between being uncovered now and a child close to a year in the future.
I put my hands on my hips, which, combined with the tilt of my hips, had my breasts thrust toward my husbands even further. "How can you say such things, private things, then have others see me this way?"
Garrett's mouth formed a thin line. "No one else will see you dressed in such a fashion. In town, or in front of others, you will wear an appropriate scarf about your neck. It will cover you modestly." He moved to stand directly in front of me and tilted up my chin. "No one, Sarah, no one, will see you as we do."
His vehemence was intense, yet very reassuring. The brothers may wish to do the most unusual things to me, but they intended to keep them as something intimate and secretive between the three of us.