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Rodrigo kept pushing until she felt his balls slap against her ass.  Holy cow!  She had two men inside her.  She kept her hands on Mitchell’s shoulders as she leaned forward.  She had no idea how to move to make this work, so she held still hoping the men would have some clue.

Mitchell counted slowly to three.  On three, they both pulled out of her, just a hair and then on one, they
moved back in.  She let out a gasp of pleasure.  “Oh my God!  This is incredible!” 

Mitchell’s eyes met hers with a grin.  “You ready to be fucked like you’ve never been fucked before?”

Amber nodded, swallowing hard.  Would she be able to handle it if they both got wild inside her? 

Gunther knelt at her right side and Leofred at her left.  They each cupped her tit in one hand and caressed, while the two men counted.  Mitchell said, “In on one, out on two.”  He counted to one and the
y both went so deep she squealed.  On two they pulled out just enough so they could plunge back in again. 

Amber was panting and wild.  This was what her make out sessions with the twins had all been leading to.  Two men moving in her at the same time.  Would one ever be enough again?

The sounds coming from her throat sounded barely human to her.  Her constant stream of encouragement was more than a little crazed.  “Oh, yes!  Fuck me harder!  I need you so deep!”

Leofred let out a low laugh.  “I have a feeling she likes this.”

Gunther nodded, his eyes watching Amber’s face carefully. 

“Fuck me!” she screamed.  She couldn’t move with the men surrounding her the way they were, so she had to count on them to bring her to release.  It didn’t take long.  Before they were finished, she had climaxed three times.  When Rodrigo came first pouring into her ass, she all but whimpered when he pulled out.  “I feel so empty.”

That’s all Gunther needed to hear.  He lubed up quickly and took his friend’s spot behind her.  She didn’t notice, but Mitchell did, and pulled her forward.  When Gunther pushed inside her, she let out a loud scream of pleasure, climaxing for the fourth time.  She was little more than a rag doll for the men as they rode her, keeping her sandwiched tightly between them. 

Mitchell came before Gunther was finished, but he kept his cock buried deep inside Amber, so she could still feel the sensation.  When Gunther finally spilled his seed and pulled out, Amber rolled off Mitchell and la
y on her side on the ground.  Leofred knelt over her, his hand on her arm.  “Are you all right?”

Amber just smiled, feeling incapable of speech at that moment.  Gunther laughed and gathered her into his arms.  “I’m going to go get this woman cleaned up and tucked into bed.”

Leofred hurried ahead of them and opened the door.  Gunther carried her up the stairs and into the bathroom, where he climbed right into the shower with her, bathing them both carefully.  He tucked her into bed with no clothes on, snuggling beside her.  “Truth or dare was fun,” he told her.

She chuckled.  “If I’d had any idea it would end that way, I’d never have suggested it.”

“Are you sorry you did?” he asked, his hands stroking her back as he tried to calm her enough to get her to sleep.

“Are you kidding?  It was awesome.  I want to be fucked like that every day for the rest of my life.”  Amber rested her head on his shoulder.  “I had no idea a man could go in my bottom that way.”

“But you liked it, right?”

“Oh, yeah.”  She snuggled close and closed her eyes.  “Maybe someday I’ll get up the guts to let Mitchell in my ass.  Not tomorrow, though.”

He laughed.  “No, not tomorrow.”  He stared down at her, wishing again he didn’t have to share this beautiful, sexy woman with his friends.  It was all good though.  He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep her satisfied anyway.  His little bride was a nymphomaniac, and he wasn’t complaining.  Maybe he’d wake her up in the morning with his cock in her pussy…or ass.  Or maybe she’d wake him with his cock in her mouth.  He fell asleep with a smile on his face, thinking about all the possibilities.

Chapter Five

Amber crawled out of bed early the next morning.  She was aching from head to toe.  She certainly hoped there was another massage in her future, because she wasn’t certain how she’d be able to handle it otherwise.  She went straight into the bathroom and sank into a tub of churning hot water.  She stayed in there for more than an hour, leaning back with a half-smile on her face thinking about the fun she’d had with her new husbands the night before.

She wasn’t sure how she’d spend her day, because it was Monday, and she knew her men would be going to work.
  Gunther was another story, though.  Would he be around the house all the time?  She wasn’t sure.

When she got out of the tub, she wandered down the stairs, intending to fix herself breakfast, but A
lton was there with eggs, bacon, and pancakes already fixed.  She took a seat at the table and ate everything put in front of her.  She’d never been this hungry before. 

“Your massage therapist will arrive in thirty minutes, Miss Amber,” Alton told her. 

Amber sighed with relief.  She felt somewhat better after her long bath, but a massage sounded like just what the doctor ordered.  She ate slowly, still wearing a sheet wrapped around her.  She hoped her new clothes would be there soon.

After breakfast, she hurried into her room and looked around.  She knew the massage therapist would be there any moment, and she wanted a little bit of time to think about how she wanted to decorate her room, and what kind of hobbies she was interested in pursuing.  She knew the men wouldn’t need her to do anything to make money, but until the children arrived, she had to find something to do
or she’d go crazy.  Once the children were born, she’d be busy all the time.

There was a knock at the door, and she moved out of the way while the therapist set up his table.  He was a sexy man, but had made it plain the day before that he was only interested in men.  She was sure his lack of heterosexual tendencies was one of the reasons he’d been chosen as her therapist.  It seemed strange to her, because the men shared her, but Gunther and Leofred both seemed to be very jealous of her time with other men.

After her massage she felt much better.  She went outside to soak in the hot tub again.  She found that just sitting in the water turned her on, though, because the men had done such a thorough job of…well fucking her there the night before.  She couldn’t think of a better word for what they’d done.  There had been little romantic about it as they’d taken turns in her.

She rested her head against the back of the hot tub and moaned softly, her hand going to her pussy.  She needed release, and as far as she could tell, none of the men were around to give it to her. 

She petted herself for a moment, before going straight to her clit and rubbing at it frantically.  She didn’t know how long it would be before anyone returned, and she wanted to be certain she wasn’t caught.  Her cry of release filled the air around her, and she blushed, looking around to make certain no one had heard her. 

Her eyes met Mitchell’s, and she swallowed hard.  How would he feel about her seeing to her own release?

Mitchell stared down at his pretty little bride not believing what he’d just witnessed with his own two eyes.  They’d brought the girl to orgasm so many times the night before he couldn’t count them, and here she was, just hours later, having to see to herself.  His cock was swelled in his slacks.  If she wanted more, he could certainly help her with that. 

He stripped his shirt over his head and unbuttoned his pants, opening them wide so she could see how hard he was before pushing them down his legs.  He stepped into the hot tub and sat beside her, not saying a word as he pulled her to a standing position and bent her over with her hands braced on the edge of the tub.  He nudged her
legs a bit further apart with his knees and then moved to her entrance. 

She let out a cry of surprise as he pushed straight into her.  He didn’t pause to let her get used to him, but just started thrusting in and out hard and fast.  She groaned loudly, feeling her orgasm building.  She had needed this.  Her fingers just weren’t enough sometimes. 

His hands went to her hips as he pulled her back and forth on him.  His thrusts were so powerful, she felt as if she would go flying half the time as he continued to ravage her tender flesh.  Finally, she let out a low scream of release, clenching around him. 

He sped up his thrusts and shot his seed into her, leaning over her for a moment as his body recovered.  He
sank down onto the bench seat and pulled her down onto his lap, holding her close.  “Want to tell me why you were rubbing yourself and you weren’t waiting for one of us to do it for you?”

She blushed, resting her head against his shoulder.  “I didn’t think any of you were here.  Sitting in the hot tub made me…anxious for all of you.”

Mitchell shook his head.  “You weren’t anxious for us.  You needed to come, so you made it happen.  Isn’t that right?”

Amber nodded.  Why did he sound so stern? 

“You have four husbands.  Two of us work from home.  You could have sought out either one of us to see to your needs, but instead you took care of it yourself.  Don’t you think that was a little selfish?”

Amber nodded slowly.  She knew he was right.  “In my defense, I didn’t know any of you were home.  I’d have gone to you if I did.”

“But you didn’t check.  I understand now why your community had you in a chastity belt.”  He shook his head at her.  “You’re going to need to be punished.  I’ll talk to the others and we’ll decide how.”

She stared at him in shock.  “Punished?  But why?”

“You don’t have the right to see to your own needs anymore now that you’re married to four men.  You have to wait for us.”  Mitchell’s voice was hard.  She fervently wished she’d been caught by any of the men but him.

She bit her lip to keep from protesting.  “Okay.”

“For now, I’m going to call Gunther and get him to come back here and take you as well, and then the two of us will discuss what more needs to happen.”  He patted her ass gently. 

She looked down at her hands, trying to appear contrite.  “What if I promise to never do it again?”

“Not good enough,” he said sternly.  “I’ve learned as a businessman that if you let people get away with one thing, they’ll think they can get away with more.  There will be consequences.”  Mitchell set her on the bench beside him and stood up, getting out of the hot tub to retrieve his phone.

“Mitchell here.  I caught our wife masturbating in the hot tub.”  He paused while waiting for a response.  “Right.  I took her immediately.”  He waited again.  “We’ll be here.”  Mitchell turned back to Amber who was waiting for whatever he had to tell her.  “He’s on his way.”

He climbed back into the tub beside her and patted her knee.  “I hope you don’t think we’re being too harsh.  You just need to learn.”

She nodded
, her eyes downcast.  She’d thought they enjoyed her sexual nature.  Why couldn’t she masturbate if there was no one around to see to her needs?

Gunther arrived a few minutes later and immediately stripped down.  He sank into the water and pulled Amber onto his lap, positioning her just right over him.  He pulled her down and onto his hard erection, and she gasped with pleasure.  This certainly didn’t feel like a punishment.  She put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself and rode him happily.  As she finished, she screamed out his name.  “Oh, Gunther!”

He sprayed his seed into her, and set her to the side with no cuddling, which was her favorite thing about him.  Amber looked up and there was Leofred, his one eye angry as it looked at her.  He quickly stripped.  Rodrigo was right behind him, slightly out of breath.  “I had to cancel two clients.”

Amber swallowed hard looking between the four men.  What were they going to do?

Leofred pulled her out of the water, and laid her on the grass.  It was a warm day for winter, and she was thankful.  He came down on top of her and slid straight into her without a word.  As soon as he was done, he rolled to the side, and Rodrigo took his place.

All afternoon, the men took turns inside her.  Finally, after three times each, Mitchell groaned.  “I can’t go another round.”

Amber breathed a sigh of relief.  She was so tender, she thought if she had to orgasm one more time, she might scream.  She sat up from her position in the grass, panting slightly.  She was thankful it was over.  The soreness between her thighs made her want to cry.  “I’ve learned my lesson,” she said in a small voice.

Mitchell put his hand down and helped her up.  “You’re still going to be punished,” he whispered to her.

She blinked at him a few times.  “I thought this was my punishment.”

He shook his head.  “Oh, no.  This was to satisfy your overwhelming needs.  Your punishment is yet to come.”  He kept her hand in his and led her into the house.  “I sure hope Alton has lunch ready for us.  I’m starving.”

She sat down gingerly at the table, feeling stiff.  She needed another massage already.  Her eyes met Gunther’s.  “I need another massage,” she said in a small voice.

He laughed and nodded.   “I’ll call Maynard.  He’ll love coming back.”

Leofred watched her through the meal, studying her carefully.  He couldn’t believe the four of them hadn’t been enough for her sexually.  He wasn’t about to let another man into their arrangement, but he almost felt like they needed another two or three men to keep up with her needs.  Of course, they’d all been holding back to avoid hurting her. 

After lunch, when she was getting her second massage of the day, he brought up the subject to the others.  “I think we need to stop worrying about hurting her.  Her sexual nature is stronger than ours, which is just amazing to me.”

Gunther nodded his eyes sad.  “I don’t want to let another man in, but I don’t think she should be resorting to masturbation either.  Maybe if Mitchell and I took turns with her during the day?  And you two at night?”

Leofred shrugged.  “I don’t have an answer.  I wish I did.”

Mitchell sighed, crossing his feet at the ankle on Gunther’s coffee table.  “I think we need to concentrate on how we’re going to punish her.”

Rodrigo shook his head.  “She doesn’t need to be punished.  She needs to be encouraged.  We don’t want to stop her sexual nature.”

Mitchell shook his head.  “No, we don’t.  We want to encourage it.  The way we need to encourage her is to get her to come to us, though.  When she needs to come, she needs to come to one of her husbands and let us take care of her.”  He shrugged.  “There’s no need for that girl to ever masturbate again.”

Gunther sighed.  He hated it, but he thought Mitchell was right.  “So how do we punish her?”

Mitchell grinned.  “I think we should spank her.  Five hard swats from each of us.”

Rodrigo shook his head.  “Spank her?  She’s not a child!”

“No, she’s not a child.  She’s our wife who doesn’t feel like she can come to us for sex.  There’s something wrong with that picture,” Mitchell argued.

Gunther nodded.  “I think five sw
ats from each of us sounds fair but then we take turns with her, one on one.  She doesn’t feel like she knows any of us and wants to spend time with us privately.”

Leofred nodded.  He’d been wanting to get their little bride alone since they’d met her.  “That sounds good to me.  I want to spend some time alone with her.”

Rodrigo nodded reluctantly.  “Fine, I’ll spank her as well.”  He looked around at the others.  “This evening?”

Mitchell nodded.  “Yeah, we’ll tell her that her punishment has been decided and then send her upstairs to nap.  I think we all need time to recharge our batteries.”
  He shrugged.  “Making her spend time worrying about how she’ll be punished is good for her as well.”

Amber was shaking when she left the room with the massage therapist.  Gunther sat on the couch waiting for her as she stepped out.  “Your punishment was decided.  For now, go upstairs and nap.  We’ll talk about it after supper.”

“But what’s the punishment?”  She walked to Gunther and put her hand on his chest, stroking him through his thin shirt.  “Please don’t make me worry about it all day.”

He shook his head.  “I’m sorry, but that’s all I’m going to tell you about it.  Get your nap.”  He swatted her bottom lightly and pushed her toward the stairs.  He hated punishing her as much as Rodrigo did, but he understood the importance of her relying on them for her sexual release and not on herself.

Amber went up the stairs reluctantly, wondering what the punishment would be.  She lay down on the bed she shared with Gunther and tried to sleep, but she couldn’t help but worry instead.

She lay there quietly for at least two hours, worrying about her fate, before Gunther came up and told her that her clothes had arrived.  She bounced out of bed excitedly, quickly wrapping the sheet she’d been wearing around herself and hurrying down the stairs to see them.

Gunther followed her down, and helped her dig through the clothes.  “You can wear whatever you want tomorrow, but tonight for dinner, you’ll wear this.”  It was a nightgown that came down just past her bottom, and was cut extremely low on her breasts.  It was green and flattered her coloring.  She smiled and nodded happily, digging through the box for panties to wear with it.