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"She'll be full of my seed, so get that cork in there so it stays. No question who she belongs to now."
"Hand me her blouse. I'll put it back on her," Cole said.
My nipples tingled at the idea. I glanced back in slight panic.
Jake held up the full blouse, tossing it to Cole. "Catherine can decide which blouse she wants to wear."
"I like her nipples all red like that," Sam added, adjusting himself in his pants.
I certainly didn't!
I ran at their words, but slowed when my breasts started to bounce uncomfortably. A small gush of seed trickled out my ass and I clenched down. When I did, places that Jake had touched with his cock tingled, making my clit enlarge and pulse with new arousal. I gasped and it stopped me in my tracks. I needed...I needed Jake's cock again. Oh God, I needed to come again. Arousal never seemed to diminish now. I could come, and my need would be slaked, but only briefly. It was all too soon that I became fixated on coming again - like just such a moment. Maybe I could rub myself to completion before Cole came in if I hurried. With one hand on top of my breasts, I quickened my steps.
I made it as far as the dining room, about to climb the stairs to the bedroom when I stopped in my tracks. My special chair sat there, as if waiting for me. I looked at the wooden cock that obscenely rose from the seat and I felt hot all of a sudden. My sore nipples tightened, my pussy clenched at the idea of sinking upon it. I'd liked?no, loved, the ass fucking, but it had left my pussy empty. Lonely. It needed a cock. Cole would be in soon, but he couldn't fuck me. I didn't want him to. I wanted Jake, but he was busy unloading supplies to take care of me.
Jake had said that I could use the special chair anytime I wished. He hadn't been mad the other times I'd ridden upon it, so I didn't think he'd mind now. My need to come outweighed all other considerations, even Cole's imminent arrival, so I went over to the chair, lifted my skirt and straddled the seat. Shimmying down, I lined the thick dildo up with my slick pussy and lowered myself. I closed my eyes and groaned, my fingers digging into the seat back at the unbelievable relief. I was filled.
My inner muscles clenched down and squeezed the dildo as I rocked my hips, pushing my clit into the seat. I didn't lift up, just twisted and shifted my body, rubbing my clit, harder and harder against the hard wood.
I heard the door shut behind me. I whipped my head around as Cole approached, lowered himself into a chair next to me, his legs stretched out in front of him. Relaxed. "Don't stop for me, darlin'." He grinned.
I didn't know what to do. I could climb off the dildo and walk away, but he knew what I'd been doing. Walking away would only prevent me from gaining my release. He wasn't mad. He wasn't anything but interested. Pleased, even, that I wanted to pleasure myself. I was close. So close to coming that I just gave up all pretenses. I should be bothered that I was riding a wooden cock. I should be bothered that Cole was watching. I should, but I couldn't be. All I wanted was to come. So I closed my eyes and worked myself on the dildo. It didn't take long; once I let go of my inhibitions and just used the chair for what it was for?my pleasure? I screamed my release. I dropped my head forward onto the seat back and tried to catch my breath. Cole's big hand ran over my hair, down my back.
"Jake will be so proud of you, darlin'. You're such a good girl," Cole crooned.
Once I calmed down enough, I tilted my face to look at Cole. He was so close I could smell his spicy scent. Cloves, perhaps. He was still grinning at me.
"Let's get you all fixed up like Jake said, then I've got something for you. Might make things a bit easier."
He was so calm, so easygoing, that I didn't let embarrassment take over this time. He didn't mind that I'd just fucked a wooden cock. He didn't mind that my breasts were exposed. He didn't mind that I was his brother's wife. It was normal for him. Was this my new normal?
I stood slowly and we both heard the slurping sounds of the dildo slipping from my pussy. "You're always slippery wet like that, aren't you?"
I clenched my inner muscles. "Yes," I answered as we climbed the stairs. It was as if my body couldn't be otherwise.
He pointed to the bar without comment, so I grabbed hold and he inserted the smallest size cork into my empty ass. "I bet you're a little sore here, darlin'. You're all red and swollen like you've been well fucked." It was true, it was a little sore having the cork put in, but it wasn't uncomfortable, not after the one I'd worn all day. This one was...fine. As Cole found a blouse and helped me into it, crisscrossed the straps beneath my breasts and buttoned in the back, I realized I liked the feel of the cork. It was a presence that never went away. Its weight, its heft was becoming familiar, normal. There was that word again. Normal.
"You're beautiful, darlin'. Everything Jake had hoped for and then some." He winked at me. "Nipples still chafed?"
I looked down at the puffy, pink tips. "Yes. That blouse was awful."
Taking the ointment jar off t
he shelf, he removed the lid and held the container out to me. "Here, put some on your fingers and rub it in. It'll make them feel better."
Looking at the contents, I did as he suggested. The men hadn't guided me poorly yet. I'd only done that to myself. The ointment was greasy and slick. I ran it tentatively over one nipple, then the other. It was soothing, and the air touching the wet tips felt cool. The only problem was that my ministrations were making me aroused again. I liked having my nipples played with. I'd even come that one time from just playing with them.
Cole had gone to the shelf and fiddled with a plug as I worked my nipples. "Here, darlin'. Hold out your wrist." I did as asked and he slipped a leather loop over my hand with a large plug dangling from it. "There. That chair of yours isn't very convenient. Now wherever the need overtakes you, you can fuck yourself with this."
We heard the front door close, then footsteps.
"We're up here!" Cole called out. I just stared at the hanging plug. When Jake came in, Cole said, "She's all fixed up, even put some ointment on her nipples. Just her hair is left."
I ran my hand over loose curls, saw the plug up close as I did so. Jake took it in his hand. "This is a good idea," he said, before letting me put my arm back down.
"The Bowers family is coming for dinner, don't forget. Maura's been cooking up a storm in my kitchen."
His brother spoke, but Jake only had eyes for me. "We'll be there."
