Brown Berengaria - Shared Possession [Possessive Passions 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read online

  Soon, it could have been a party anywhere with children running around playing, women sitting in groups talking, proud fathers carrying babies and toddlers on their shoulders, and young men slouching off to one side, kicking a ball around and eyeing the young women who pranced and flirted just out of their reach.

  Many people came up to Chevaunne, introduced themselves, and welcomed her to New Thimphu. She tried to remember names and to connect the families together but knew she would have forgotten half of them by tomorrow. From the sidelong looks some of the young women gave Jim, Sam, and Paul, Chevaunne guessed they would have liked to be in her place. Once again, she was stunned by the fact that these men had come into her life and totally changed it inside twenty-four hours. It still seemed like a dream.

  Just looking at her men made her hot, though, and she knew her wedding night would be beyond awesome if it was anything like last night. Jim, so muscular and strong, his shoulders so broad in his blue shirt. Sam, taller and leaner with long, delicate fingers that had done wonderful things to her body the night before. Paul, so smiling and filled with joy that just looking at him made her happy.

  Oh, yeah, she was ready for her wedding night. Bring it on!

  Almost as if they had heard her thoughts, the men swooped on her. Jim and Sam clasped their wrists together making a chair, and Paul lifted her up on their arms then walked behind her to steady her as she was carried through the crowd. They stopped and bowed to the monk then left the courtyard and the temple precinct. Out in the street was an electric golf cart decorated with flowers. The men placed her in it then climbed in beside her. With Paul driving, they left the area, pursued by a few laughing children and the cries and good wishes and suggestive comments of many people.

  Chapter Four

  Chevaunne stopped still in the doorway. The bedroom was lit with dozens of tiny candles in all the colors of the rainbow, arranged on the windowsills, the top of the dresser, the nightstand, along the bookshelf, everywhere.

  The bed had been remade with deep-gold-colored sheets and pillowcases, the blankets neatly folded at the foot of the bed, and her rosebud and pomegranate were lying on the pillow.

  “How? Who?” she wondered.

  “Anh, Kiri, and Shiloah came back while we ate and talked to make everything ready for you,” said Sam.

  “Oh, yes, you didn’t lock the doors when we left.”

  “Within the community, nothing is ever locked. All is freely available for any member of New Thimphu who may need food or shelter. But the boundaries of our land outside are monitored. When anyone crosses into our land, alarms sound at the security center, and guards are sent out to see what is happening,” explained Jim.

  “Do people come here like that?”

  “Not often, but it happens. A few tourists have wandered from the correct road. A couple of times, people who were looking for our community, and had not found our websites to be assessed and guided here, had word of mouth instructions from friends of friends and arrived unannounced.”

  “What happens to such people, Paul?”

  “They stay with George and Wang in their house in Green Ridge until we can complete all the necessary checks on them to ensure they’re genuine. But enough talking. This is our wedding day. We have other things to do. Save your questions for tomorrow,” suggested Jim.

  As if someone had flicked a switch, heat curled in Chevaunne’s belly, and cream dripped from her cunt onto her panties. The three men were looking at her with scorching heat and lust in their eyes, and her legs felt weak just seeing their faces.

  They were so good-looking. All dark-haired, dark-eyed, and tanned, but already she knew so many differences between them. Sam was punctilious and ordered. Jim was serious and hardworking. Paul, lighthearted and joyful. And all so damn hot. Any one of them was ten times better-looking than any other man she’d known.

  Purposefully, they approached her. Paul kneeled at her feet and unbuckled her sandals, slipping them from her feet and kissing each toe one at a time until the cream flooded from her pussy instead of merely dripping. It was so erotic having a man’s mouth on her toes like that. She was so weak she’d have fallen if Sam hadn’t wrapped his arm around her waist to support her.

  Then Paul picked up her foot and trailed his tongue under the arch, tracing a wet stripe and blowing hot air on it. Chevaunne moaned out loud. It was so damn carnal. Who knew the foot was an erogenous zone!

  Paul kissed her foot and replaced it on the floor. He stepped back, and Jim moved in front of her and unbuckled her belt. He took the end of it and played it gently along her arms then around her neck, the soft leather so sensuous on her skin that goose bumps broke out all over her.

  Keeping the touch of the leather on her skin feather-soft, Jim bent over and sucked her earlobe into his mouth. He continued to suck on it as the leather slid round and around her neck. He dragged the belt over her shoulders as he moved to lick her other ear, thrusting his tongue inside the shell and blowing hot air in after it.

  Chevaunne’s breasts felt heavy, the nipples tightened to hard, aching points, longing to be touched as, oh-so-very lightly, Jim dragged the leather across her chest and down to her mound.

  Sam’s one arm tightened around her waist as Paul began to unwrap the gown from her body. Yards and yards of fabric were carefully undraped and unpleated as inch by inch she was exposed to the eyes of her husbands.

  Jim laid the belt and the sandals on the dresser and helped uncover her, folding one end of the fabric as the last few layers were removed. Then Sam swung her into his arms and placed her on the bed, right in the middle. He lay partly over her and sucked one breast into his mouth. Nipple, areola, and some of the mound, all were pulled into his hot cavern as he sucked deeply before releasing her breast with a pop and turning to the other one. This time he licked along the underside of the globe, spiraling his tongue gradually up to the nipple before sucking it and scraping his teeth over the hard nub.

  “Oh, yes,” she moaned, grabbing his shoulders with both hands and pulling him to kiss his mouth.

  Paul had oil in his hands, and he spread her legs wide and tilted her ass into the air as he drizzled a little of the cool lube onto her puckered rosette. His fingers slow and gentle, he lightly rubbed the oil all around the rim, teasing the many nerve endings there before letting one finger slide inside and rub the oil into her sensitive tissues there. He added more oil to several fingers and gradually began stretching and softening the walls of her rectum while Sam kissed her eyelids, her forehead, her nose, and finally, her mouth, sliding his tongue deep inside to taste her everywhere.

  The men moved around somewhat, and Sam sat by her head, continuing to kiss and tease her mouth and face while Jim licked and sucked at her breasts, running his tongue up and down the valley between her breasts, licking and sucking, nibbling and tasting her skin. Finally, he licked a line across to a breast and played with her nipple, elongating it, then rolling it between his lips, and finally sucking it into his mouth and pressing it to the roof of his mouth with his tongue.

  Chevaunne was going frantic with need. Desire coiled deep in her belly. Her ass was on fire from Paul’s teasing. Her breasts were aching from the ministration of Jim and before him, Sam. She dug her nails into Sam’s shoulders and keened with need against his mouth.

  “Our lady is becoming impatient,” said Paul.

  “Can’t have that,” replied Sam, lifting his mouth from hers.

  The three men rolled her onto her side. Paul snugged himself hard behind her, sliding one leg under her body and lifting her upper leg over his. Holding her ass cheeks wide apart, he pressed his cock at the rim of her anus, and it popped through the sphincter muscles and inside. Very slowly he pushed in, deeper and deeper, until his balls were hard against her upper thighs.

  Oh, that was good. She felt possessed, and stretched, and filled.

  As soon as Paul was seated fully, Jim slid his upper leg under her upper one, opening her pussy enough so that he could
guide his cock into her warm channel. As he pushed in, she felt her tissues expand and stretch around him, making space for him. She had thought she was full already, but somehow, the farther he slid in, the wider her passage stretched, welcoming him in. She reveled in the feeling of having both of them inside her at once.

  Sam slid his leg under her neck so she could tilt her head backward to open wide and accept his cock. His cock was very long, so she knew she would never be able to take it all in, but she planned to do her best. First, she sucked the head, sliding her tongue down inside his foreskin, pushing the skin back to taste and touch the extremely sensitive head. She flicked her tongue into the slit to taste the pearl of cum there. He tasted similar to Paul but also different. Less salty, more spicy. Yum!

  After she’d licked and sucked all around the head, she nibbled her way along his shaft, letting her teeth graze along the big, pulsing vein. She sucked more and more of him inside, stretching her head back and opening the back of her throat, but finally she had to let him slide out again, so she could breathe properly.

  And damn, it was getting hard to breathe. Jim and Paul had a rhythm going with thrust and parry, advance and retreat, one pushing in as the other pulled out, then swapping over so there was a continuous glide of cocks in and out of her body, an endless, unbroken pattern of heat, tension, and being filled and possessed. Surely there was nothing on earth more arousing then being loved by so many men at once.

  Trying hard to concentrate on pleasuring Sam, Chevaunne sucked him in again, holding his rod with one hand and teasing his balls with the other, rolling them between her fingers, noticing how hard they were already. Ah, I must be doing something right then.

  Paul and Jim had sped up their thrusts into her now. Someone’s hands were gripping her hips. Other hands were rubbing her ribs and a breast. One hand forced its way between all the tangled bodies and pinched her clit.

  Chevaunne had just sucked Sam deep into her mouth when her clit was pinched. Subconsciously, she threw her head back and screamed as a shattering climax burst through her as if touching her clit had been the match to light an explosive.

  Within a few strokes, she felt twin blasts of hot cum in her cunt and her ass, and then another stream of cum hit the back of her throat. Quickly, she let Sam slide out a little way so she could suck him and rub him with her tongue, to milk him some more. Meanwhile, her cunt and ass were quivering and shaking as aftershocks rolled right through her body, from her head to her toes and every inch in between.

  More hot cum spurted into her as all three men continued to come while they patted her and soothed her as the final aftershocks eased down.

  One of the men grabbed the blanket and pulled it over them as, tangled together, they snuggled and Chevaunne dozed off to sleep.

  * * * *

  The men watched Chevaunne sleeping, Paul gently smoothing some stray strands of hair off her cheeks and Jim gently placing a soft kiss on her shoulder.

  Quietly, Sam said, “We need to decide how we go about rearranging the house. I know we said we’d leave this room as our bride’s, but she doesn’t have very many possessions. George and Wang had arranged to hire a second van to collect her things and took a couple of the new younger men with them to help them shift her goods here, but they said it took less than an hour to pack everything. The furniture belonged to the apartment and apart from a bookshelf, a TV, and a computer, she just had a closet full of clothes and a few boxes of knickknacks. Not much accumulated material for a woman of thirty.”

  “Did you check that the furniture and rugs were really not hers? All the kitchen tools, microwave, refrigerator, and that kind of stuff?” asked Jim.

  “Oh, yeah, I ran all that through the computer when we first decided she was ours. All the apartments in that block come fully furnished. There’s even an inventory saying how many plates and cups, and knives and forks have been provided!”

  “That just proves she’s not an acquisitive kind of person. We all admired her care for others. The way she places others before herself and answers their needs,” added Jim.

  “Besides, if there are things she wants that we don’t already have, it’ll be easy enough to get them for her. We have plenty of credits saved up. With three of us to do the farm chores, there’s always been time for us to earn extra credits helping out other families when they’ve needed us.”

  “Well, a lot of that is thanks to you, Sam. You’re the one with the golden touch with stocks and shares,” said Paul.

  “Just a matter of reading the right financial blogs and acting fast.” Sam shrugged off the compliment.

  “So for now we’ll leave all our clothes and things in our old rooms and move all Chevaunne’s things into here?” said Paul.

  Jim nodded.

  “Sounds like a plan,” said Sam.

  Paul softly touched her hair again. “I can hardly believe she’s here, in our bed, our own perfect wife. I don’t know how you managed to stay sane so long, Jim, waiting for first Sam, and then me, to grow old enough to make a sensible choice of our life partner. I had the shortest wait and it still seemed like forever. There were times I despaired we’d ever find the right woman for us all.”

  Jim cleared his throat and then patted Paul. “Oh yeah, I did, too. I really thought we’d end up having to choose one of the available women or never marry at all. And then Sam saw her, and she’s just so absolutely right for us. So beautiful, so precious…” He cleared his throat again, and this time it was Sam who patted him, offering support and comfort.

  Paul leaned over Chevaunne and breathed in deeply. “I can still smell the rose ointment on her even through that sexy musk of hers and the scent of us on her, too. I’d love to leave our scents on her forever, but I guess we need to bathe her.”

  “Let her rest a little longer. We’ll soon learn her recovery times and how much we can do. We’ll always need to be careful not to exhaust her though, never to forget we are three and all bigger and stronger than her,” warned Jim.

  Paul nodded and drew his hand back. He wanted to keep touching Chevaunne, who was so precious, so wonderful, but he knew she needed to sleep. He’d never come so hard in his life as the two times he’d fucked her, but this marriage wasn’t about him. It was about all of them. “All equal” as in the wedding vows they’d just spoken.

  Besides, how could one man alone care for such a cherished entity as a wife? It was no surprise so many marriages broke up in the outside world. No one man could ever be all things to a woman. How could he be by her side helping her each day yet still out on the farm caring for the animals, tending the crops, or in an office earning credits. It simply wasn’t possible.

  As the youngest, Paul had no memories of his two fathers changing diapers or bathing him, but he had clear pictures of when he was very small and Father would hold Jim and Sam by the hand while Dad carried him on his shoulders as they walked to the shopping center or the temple. Even with only three children, his parents had been fully occupied watching them all.

  As the eldest, Jim had spent the most time on the land, caring for the crops and herds. Since their ancestors were original settlers and the farm was above ground, they kept cattle and grew rice and had a vegetable garden and fruit trees. There were chickens and a fish pond and even a flower garden. At the time Paul had been born, they’d still had horses, but they were very old and no longer used to work the farm. They were kept as pets for the boys until they’d died of old age.

  Sam had concentrated on earning credits. He helped on the farm and was an excellent cook, but most days, he spent a few hours in the administrative building in the community center earning credits for the family.

  Paul had helped on the farm and in the house. As his parents grew older, he’d taken on more and more of their chores, and when they’d gone to join the ancestors, he’d taken over complete running of the home and the business aspects of the farm, freeing Jim for the outside work.

  What would Chevaunne want to do? he wondered. Woul
d she be a nurse at the hospital, continuing her former career here at New Thimphu? Or would she be like some of the other women filling their days with watching movies, shopping, and drinking coffee with their friends? Somehow he didn’t think Chevaunne would be like them. She seemed more focused and eager to be helping others. But her lifestyle was hers to choose.

  Paul’s breath hitched. Perhaps she was already pregnant and her belly would grow fat with their child. A little girl with gray eyes and long, brown hair, just like Chrevaunne’s. He’d always wanted a baby sister to dress in pretty clothes and show off to his friends. A little daughter would be perfect. He’d dress her in golden lace gowns and—

  Paul reined in his thoughts. It was very rare, but some brothers never had a child. He must be sensible about this. Likely, she’d want to get to know her new home, her husbands, and community a little before there was a child. She was theirs to love and cherish always. She was their shared possession, their perfect woman, his beautiful lady. Any child that came along would simply be a bonus.

  * * * *

  Chevaunne wiggled and stretched, loving the feeling of being surrounded by hard male bodies. Already she was getting to recognize them by feel—Jim’s broader shoulders and more muscular body, Sam’s longer length all over, especially his legs and fingers. Paul was the snuggly one. Whenever he was next to her, his head was burrowed into her neck or his body pressed fully into hers. Paul was behind her, Sam in front of her, and Jim’s muscular leg was intertwined with hers, she deduced, then opened her eyes to see if her guesses were right. Yes, yes, and yes.

  As soon as her eyes opened, Sam kissed her nose and said, “Ah, sleeping beauty awakes. Jim turned the hot tub on a little while ago. It should be almost ready for us by now.”

  Chevaunne looked around the room. Most of the candles had burned out, but a few still flickered. The drapes over the window were drawn, but there was still light coming into the room, so it wasn’t late. She couldn’t have napped for very long. “What time is it?” she asked curiously.