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I looked at him; his demeanor and words were sincere. A glance at Keane revealed the same. "I-I will keep that in mind. It is a rather foreign concept to me, but I will do my best."
I paused for a moment, trying to make sense of their words and deeds. "You two are not like anyone I’ve ever known."
"Thank you," Keane grinned. "That is the highest form of compliment."
Rye tipped my chin up again. "Is there anything else you need to tell us? Do you have more concerns? We want to know. We always want to know your worries and your joys. Understand?"
"I understand. And no, I can’t think of anything else that is of concern to me."
"Then we ought to get on with the fucking, don’t you think?" Rye said.
I squealed. "Rye!"
"Do you object to my frank words?" he asked, eyes sparkling with humor.
"I...I...I am not used to such language," I said, honestly. "But"—I glanced up at Keane as well— "I am not opposed to your suggestion."
"That’s our girl!" Rye laid me back, and the two of them set about undressing me in a rush. Moments later, I was naked, sandwiched between them on the big bed.
"I think it’s time we gave you a proper Bridgewater welcome." Keane ran kisses from one shoulder blade to the other, sending shivers across my flesh. He slipped his hands around to cup my breasts, his thumbs stroking over my nipples.
"I believe we started out discussing whether or not your cunny was wet." Rye ran his hands up my calves and then higher, working his fingers along the juncture of my thighs and womanly core. He touched the edge of my pussy and inhaled sharply. "Oh, yes, little Lily, so wet. Much wetter than when we first arrived."
Keane held me from the back while Rye lowered his face to suck
on the lips of my pussy. I inhaled sharply as his tongue plunged between the walls of my sex.
"Mm. How does that feel, Lily, having Rye’s tongue in your pussy?" Keane whispered into my ear.
I was still getting used to their direct talk, particularly as it related to my body and all things sexual. When I hesitated, Keane gave one of my nipples an attention-getting pinch. "Tell me, Lily. What’s it like to have Rye’s tongue on you there?"
I gulped, and heat suffused my face. "It f-feels wonderful. It makes me even w-wetter," I stated, feeling like I had accomplished a great deal in speaking those words out loud.
"Fuck!" Rye pulled out for a moment. "I think she likes talking dirty. Her pussy spasmed and gushed with even more of her juices."
"No," I cried out. "It cannot be."
Behind me, Keane’s body moved as he chuckled. "Let me see," he said. "Trade me places, Rye."
"Damn. I hate to leave this spot, but you take a turn."
They switched, Rye fondling my breasts from behind while Keane buried his face between my thighs.
"Tell me, naughty Lily," Rye said, "what part of your body is Keane sucking on?"
"Oh, n-no. I c-can’t."
"Of course you can, kitten. You’re with your husbands. You’re safe. You know we expect you to obey us." Rye kissed along my throat, and desire built within me, growing stronger each moment. "Besides, if you don’t say the words, Keane will stop. And you won’t be allowed to have your climax."
"Wha—?" No climax? I was already quivering and on the verge. Could they really deny me?
"Yes, we can and will absolutely deny you," Rye said, as though reading my mind. "Now, answer my question."
"K-Keane is s-sucking on my c-clitty." I whispered the words in a rush, but it didn’t feel nearly as sordid as I’d expected.
"Good girl," Rye said.
Keane paused for a moment. "Damn. You’re right. She gets wetter when she talks dirty."
