Chapter 23

She dutifully parted her lips for his erection, welcoming him into her mouth. She laved his fleshy stalk, her tongue teasing the plum shaped head. Frang groaned and thrust into her mouth, bumping against her throat. He withdrew, her mouth bathing his cock in her saliva. Another thrust, deeper this time, her throat opening for his cock. Once more, she found herself surrendering her body to Stuart's brother, the only difference was that he was plunging his cock into her sheath while his brother used her mouth. She felt Stuart take his hand and spread the slick fluids leaking from her sex onto and around her puckered anal opening, eventually sticking his finger into her ass.

"That should do it," Frang said, moving behind her.

She felt him putting his cock at the entrance to her ass. She tried to relax, remembering how it had happened before. She felt the head of his cock stretching her nether hole, Stuart remaining still while Frang worked to overcome the muscular ring protecting her ass. She felt his head pop in and the pressure eased somewhat. Frang gently pushed inward and Ailene gasped. She was stuffed; two manly cocks penetrating her body with a mere scrap of skin separating them. They waited until she was breathing normally and Stuart began thrusting back and forth in her sheath, while Frang took her ass in counterpoint. One filling her at one moment, the other in the next moment; seesawing her back and forth between them. Stuart took one nipple into his mouth and Frang held the other breast, teasing her other nipple with his thumb and forefinger.

The inevitable feelings of lust and remorse. The stirrings of incredible pleasure, pushing her higher and higher combined with her assured feelings of guilt. Guilt that she should feel so much pleasure under such deranged circumstances. The thing of it was is that her release was inescapable. If there was one thing that the Cameron's knew, it was how to fuck. Her hips began rolling back and forth between the two stiff staffs filling her. The heat rising, rising, the crazy tension in her sex and ass, the subtle manipulation of her breasts and nipples; all waiting for an explosion. Like being pushed off a cliff, falling dizzily through the air, spinning as she fell, her screams of pleasure muffled in her husbands mouth. The ripples of pleasure, causing her cunt and ass to constrict in little waves, the feeling of Stuart thrusting one more time in her sheath, freezing as he shot his creamy load in her womb, followed seconds later by Frang releasing into her ass. Once more, turned into a wanton slut, crying out her pleasure and shame as she came on the cocks of two men.

She felt Frang soften and he pulled out of her ass. She felt his fluids dripping onto her leg, and then Stuart's cock slipped out of her sex, his fluids joining his brother's; pooling on the cape. She began to sob, almost hysterically. Stuart pulled his wife's head down to his shoulder, letting her cry, deep gasping cries with little bitty whimpers thrown in. Frang started dressing.

"Was it so bad, love?" Stuart asked.

"Nae, Stuart, and that's the problem. I love it. I love having you in my cunt, and Frang in my ass, and Thorburn in my mouth, and your mouths and tongues and your fingers and your hard cocks pounding away at me. I love it all. That's the problem. Apparently, I'm a whore who loves it all; all the perverted, sick and twisted things you do. I'm going to hell. I know I'm going to hell, because I love it all. I'm in total despair that every time we do this, I cum all over your cocks, unable to control myself in the smallest way."

"I'd better go," Frang said. "This sounds like something you need to confer over." He left the stables.

"Love, I dinna believe that you're going to hell," Stuart said. "You're the best person I know. You're loving and kind. If sex was a reason for going to hell, wouldn't everyone but old spinsters go to hell?"

"I made vows at our wedding! So help me God!" Ailene cried.

"Do you remember our vows?" Stuart asked.

"As if it were yesterday. 'Before these witnesses I vow to love you and care for you as long as we both shall live. I take you with all of your faults and your strengths as I offer myself to you with all of my faults and strengths. I will help you when you need help, and I will turn to you when I need help. I choose you as the person with whom I will spend my life.' I promised to every word before God," Ailene replied.

"Well, let's examine those vows," Stuart prodded. "Do you love and care for me, and are we both still alive."

"Aye?" questioning. "What are you getting at?"

"Did you take me with all my faults and strengths as I took you? And would you consider my desire to share you with my brothers to be a fault?"

"Aye. For certain."

"Are you helping me when I turn to you for help? Have you nae done all I needed you to? And do you still choose me as the person with whom you'll spend your life?"

"I can't imagine my life without you."

"As I see it, you've nae violated a single vow. Although, your vows may have been expanded a bit more than you expected," he explained.

Ailene considered all he said. Somehow he seemed to make sense when there's no way that it should make sense. Other women did not have sex with men other than their husbands unless they were slatterns or whores. How could she not be violating her sacred oaths of marriage? Yet as he repeated them to her, there seemed to be no violation of her vows. Had he chosen their vows so that she wouldn't violate them if his brothers returned. She shook her head.

Stuart rubbed her shoulder, pulled her into a close embrace, kissing her upon her forehead, her nose and then her lips.

"Come on. Let's get dressed. Now that I've satisfied one hunger, I do require some food. Although after I eat, I may find my other hunger returning," he said, grinning.

"You're incorrigible. I suppose I can satisfy all your hungers," Ailene laughingly said.

For the next week, Ailene's life took on a certain routine. Fencing each morning, household duties every afternoon and serving three lusty males every chance they got. Thorburn and Frang were true to their oath; they always treated her with respect and consideration, they never made their sexual interludes obvious to anyone and never used her sex. As they were usually forced into brief trysts in order that their time with Ailene never become obvious, it was usually her mouth they used to satisfy themselves, but to be fair, it was as often they used their mouths or fingers to satisfy her. Occasionally, their location or the time of day or lack of servants allowed them enough privacy that she found herself surrendering her ass to their ever ready cocks.

She had never spent so much time in a condition of sexual stimulation and it was her husband who benefitted the most from her state of almost constant arousal. When they finally retired to their bedroom, she pounced like a tiger, wanting to get his cock in her sheath as fast as humanly possible. Many times she dinna wait for him to undress; just lifting her dress and his kilt and spearing herself on his stiff shaft.

Stuart never questioned her about her level of arousal and what precipitated her passion. He accepted her gifts with gratitude and the fact that there might be other bodily fluids dried on her made no difference to him at all. Thus far, there was no evidence that Stuart was at all concerned or angered by her use and the ardor engendered by his brothers. He exhibited the same love, attention, devotion and care that he had demonstrated since their marriage. It was with some surprise and not a little trepidation that she found him already undressed and ropes fastened to the four bedposts on the bed when she arrived at their bedroom one evening.

"Stuart, is anything the matter?" she asked.

"Nae, nothing at all," he replied.

She pointed to the four ropes gracing their bed and asked, "Well this is nae the usual condition of our bed. Is there some reason that there are ropes tied to the bedposts?"

"Well, you remember when you were strapped, how excited I was at seeing you tied down and at my mercy, and I mentioned that I should like to see you tied face up. I think tonight is the night that I get to see that most amazing sight. It's already got me a wee bit excited," and he pointed to his stiffened cock.

"I have to admit you're nae usually this ready," Ailene said. "And you say that just the thought of me tied and helpless has you in such a state?"

"Aye, primed and ready to go."

"Let us see if we canna take care of your little problem."

She removed her clothes and laid down on the bed. Stuart put a small bolster under her buttocks, raising her hips to him. He then attached the ropes to each of her legs, fanning them wide on the bed. When he climbed on the bed to tie her wrists, she attempted to take his cock in her mouth, but he dodged to the side.

"You're not getting off that easy, wife. I know how talented that mouth of yours is, and I have other plans for you than that."

He finished tying her hands down and stared at the erotic picture presented by his wife, spread-eagled on the bed. He'd left enough slack that she could move slightly, but she was essentially helpless. Her split legs, the petals of her sex unfolding, drops of moisture already visible, her breasts rising and falling at an increased rate indicated she too found her helplessness arousing.