The Trouble with Virgins (Daughters of Venus 2)

“Wanna help me go grab some of my shi…stuff?”

“Yes, let’s.”

***

The first night with Pike in the house was quite awkward. He moved all of his stuff in and took one of the bedrooms for himself. Dominic had one and I had my own, of course, which meant there was one left for Kent.

Dominic was pleasant when Pike showed up. He wasn’t rude but he wasn’t overly nice. They shook hands, which seemed normal. I wasn’t sure what was supposed to go down. How was a man supposed to greet the second love of his wife? Were they supposed to bump chests like basketball teammates or something? Slap each other on the ass like frisky cheerleaders? No, a handshake would be fine.

Where Dominic had his room decorated with old books and framed art reproductions, Pike had old motorcycle magazines and classic rock records. Yes, he actually had a record player. He told me once that music sounded better on vinyl. He proved it once as he invited me to dance with him to a song called Love Hurts by some group called Nazareth. An odd choice of song for a romantic dance but he pinned me up against the wall and fucked me so good after that I couldn’t complain.

It was like that with Pike. It was always spontaneous and usually quite rough. Dominic was a little more romantic and sex was usually the dessert that followed dinner and, well, dessert. I loved that beautiful, soft side of things with Dominic, and when I spanked him it drove me wild. That was the only time I got to see his aggressive side. Through clenched teeth and squinted eyes, he’d tell me to hit him harder, please.

Dominic knew to always say please with me. Always. Whenever he forgot it, it was time to switch from the soft whip to the horse crop. I loved that fucking horse crop.

Pike was into the rough play too but he was having a much harder time accepting the submissive role. In fact, with him, we often found ourselves in role reversals. One night, when I greeted him with a surprise ball gag, he laughed and said, “My Dove, I’m ‘bout to fuck you so hard you’re gonna need that covering your mouth so the rest of the town don’t hear ya scream.” And he did. The next day I could barely move my jaw. It was so sore and my ass was twice as tender.

Gwenneth and Roscoe stayed quiet, flying under the radar, and eventually seemed to be accepted by the community. They were given a temporary housing unit to stay in until a better home could be built. Bentley was in charge of putting a normal Dove home together for them. Just like when Pike first entered the community, the two were put through training, to make sure they understood the history and ways of the Dove compound. Sure, they were from a Dove community of their own but who knew exactly what that meant? What rules had they followed? What were their beliefs?

I’d always been a bit of a peeping Tom. I’ve mentioned before how I used to watch Lauren and her husbands fuck. Don’t judge me. I know it’s wrong but you have no idea how much of a turn on it is to see a beautiful woman get fucked by three different guys. I guess, in some ways, it was like watching pornography, or so I’ve heard.

Where was I? Oh yeah, peeping on my neighbors. So, I was suspicious of Gwenneth and her fellow until I spied on them one evening. I peered in through their blinds and saw Gwenneth bent over the edge of the bed. She was gripping the blanket tight in both fists. Roscoe was behind her, his huge, barbarian-like frame hulking over her, as he fucked her from behind. Her tits shook with each thrust and the look on her face was so…so…so fucking arousing.

She was into it. She loved him. This was definitely a Dove getting pleased. And I was so fucking wet watching them. My eyes were glued on them.

“My Dove,” he said as he clutched the bandage on his chest. “I’m sorry but I feel a little weak.”

Gwenneth helped him lie down on his back. His cock was humongous. Bigger than Dominic’s and Pike’s. Bigger than both of Laruen’s current husbands and even bigger than Alé’s. It stood upright and stiff.

“Can you handle it like this?” Gwenneth asked.

“Yes, my Dove, please fuck me,” Roscoe said.

My pussy was so wet as I watched them that I felt myself running down my leg. She took hold of his cock, and wasted no time burying it in her snatch. Her cries of ecstasy made me blush. And I rarely blush.

I went home that night to Dominic, it was his night, threw him down onto the bed and rode the shit out of him. His chest was covered in bloody scratch marks when we were finished but he loved it. He held me in his arms as we drifted off to sleep.

Everything was going great. I had two husbands eager to please me. I was happy or at least happier than I’d ever been before. Things changed on my day off. My day, a day meant for me to relax and heal between nights with my husbands. No one would bother me on my day. That was until I heard the tap on my window.

Kent crawled through the opening the same way he had on the day I turned eighteen. He was so good looking, that boyish charm winning me over t

he way it always had. For a second, I forgot I had two men somewhere in the house, two men who’d beat the living shit out of Kent if they knew he was alone with me in my room.

“My Dove,” Kent said as he kissed me quickly on the lips.

I pulled away and put a hand between our mouths. He pursed his lips and his eyes welled up with tears.

“I knew it,” he said. “I knew you’d change. You promised you’d keep a space for me.”

“And I have,” I said. “I haven’t changed, Kent. I’m just…I’ve got a lot on my plate right now.”

“One more month and I’ll be eighteen,” he reminded me. “And I’m going to ask you for that suitor visit.”

“Wow, one month,” I said.

“You forgot?”

“Of course I didn’t. It’s just…it’s a little soon don’t you think? To have my third husband?”