Possessive Passions 1

Shared Possession

Chevaunne is abducted by three brothers who take her to a new world where brothers share one wife, who is their treasured possession. Jim, Sam, and Paul have waited years to find the perfect woman, and when they see Chevaunne, they know immediately she is the one for them.

After a mind-blowing night with the three men, Chevaunne marries them the next day in front of the entire community. Now she has to learn a totally new life—a new culture, new ways of doing everything. But the sex is amazing, her men are considerate and loving, and Chevaunne is making friends and settling in.

Soon, though, she begins to wonder if she’s losing her mind. No matter how happy she is, she was kidnapped, after all! What was she thinking when she agreed to stay?

Note: This book contains forced seduction.

Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length: 21,015 words

SHARED POSSESSION

Possessive Passions 1

Berengaria Brown

MENAGE AMOUR

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To all those who are persecuted for their traditions and beliefs. May you find true freedom and love.

SHARED POSSESSION

Possessive Passions 1

BERENGARIA BROWN

Copyright © 2011

Chapter One

“Say yes, Chevaunne. Say we can fuck you. Say yes now, please.”

That was Jim, the oldest brother. They all looked so similar. All tanned, all with black hair and dark eyes so deep a brown they were almost black. But Jim had much broader shoulders than the others and was more muscular everywhere. And hell yeah, she did mean everywhere. They were all naked. As was she.

“Come on, Chevaunne. You want us. I can feel how much.”

That was Sam, the middle brother. His fingers were deep in her cunt, doing incredible things inside her. His long, educated, talented fingers. He was the tallest of the three, and his cock was the longest, too. Not that they’d lined their cocks up for her to measure or anything, and not that the other two were lacking in that department either. But oh yeah, Sam had length to spare.

Paul, the youngest brother, lifted his mouth off her breasts. “This will be the best sex of your life. We’ll make you come again and again and again. Say the words, beautiful lady. Say we can fuck you now.”

Chevaunne’s hormones and libido were in overdrive. She’d never been so aroused in her life before. Sam’s fingers tormented her pussy. Jim’s were teasing her anus, slipping inside every now and then to rub the tissues of her walls, softening and loosening her muscles there. She knew what he had in mind and wanted him in there. And Paul’s mouth was doing amazing things to her breasts and belly.

If it wasn’t for the fact they still had her wrists bound and tied to the headboard of the bed, she might have forgotten that they’d kidnapped her. She had no idea where she was, as she’d been brought here inside a delivery truck with no windows. Paul had been the driver, and Jim and Sam had explained a few things about them and that they all wanted to marry her. But hell, she had no way of knowing this wasn’t some weird cult, and she was agreeing to be a sex slave. How could one woman marry three men? Those religions when one man had several wives, they weren’t actually legal here, were they?

Jim held her face between his two strong, tanned hands. He tilted her chin up and possessed her mouth. It was the hottest kiss she’d ever had. He seemed to draw her entire mind and spirit out with his teasing, probing tongue. He stroked the insides of her cheeks, as his tongue danced with hers. He rimmed her teeth, and then he thrust his tongue hard and deep into her mouth, pulling all her air, her breath, her life force from her.

When they broke apart, she struggled to draw oxygen into her lungs. “Say yes,” he whispered into her ear as he licked and nibbled on the rim of it.

“Say yes,” added Paul after he licked a line around the undersides of both breasts.

“Say yes,” said Sam, curling his fingers up to stroke over her sweet spot then biting her clit gently.

“Yes!” she screamed as she orgasmed hard over his fingers and harder still as Jim thrust a second finger into her ass, stroking the walls drawing her climax out harder and longer.

“Thank you, Chevaunne. You won’t regret your decision, we promise,” said Jim, grabbing a bottle of oil from the nightstand to trickle it into her ass and over his cock.

Sam untied her wrists and massaged them with a little more of the oil.

Chevaunne was still shuddering from her climax as she was pulled onto Sam’s body and he slid into her cunt. She’d never had such a long cock inside her before. The head was resting on the mouth of her womb, and he wasn’t even thrusting into her.

Jim held his big hand on her lower back as he pressed his cock into her ass. She felt full, stretched, but there was no pain. She was so aroused her body was full of endorphins and adrenaline.

“Now me,” said Paul, holding his cock to her mouth. Only now, when his cock was just a few inches from her eyes, did her brain register that none of them were circumcised. Hmm, that’s interesting. I’ll enjoy playing with the foreskin.

“This first time we must all claim you simultaneously as our wife. But after tonight we may fuck you singly, or two of us, or three. Any child that might be conceived will belong to all of us equally. It’s irrelevant which one of us is the biological father,” said Jim.

Oh, hell, no condoms! “But what if I’m not ready for a child?” I’m still confused that there are three of you.

“There are three of us to support you. Whatever you want or need will be provided. If you can’t cope with diapers or night feeds, we’ll do all that. Anyway, there’s no need to worry about it. Likely, it’ll be a year or more before there’s a child, and you’ll be used to our way of life by then,” soothed Paul. He then pressed his cock into her mouth, filling it and preventing her from speaking.

There were a million questions circling in Chevaunne’s mind, but Sam’s long cock was sliding in and out of her cunt, nudging the neck of her womb with intense pleasure-pain on every thrust.

Jim was pressing into her ass, his cock filling her completely, sliding along her walls, exciting her nerve endings. And Paul’s delicious cock was in her mouth. She was enjoying running her tongue up inside the foreskin, feeling how incredibly soft the head of his cock was, dragging her tongue along the shaft, feeling the big vein throbbing there, then sucking him deep until the head touched the back of her throat.

Jim and Sam were now thrusting in tandem, their hands holding her hips to keep her still as they withdrew together, pulling almost all the way out, then pushing back in together, in perfect harmony with each other, until they were both balls-deep inside her, filling and stretching her to the limit.

Gradually they moved a little faster, and faster again, thrusting inside her deeper and harder.

Chevaunne had one arm against Sam’s chest, balancing herself. The other hand was cupping and rolling Paul’s balls as she sucked his cock. He had a delicious musky, salty flavor, but her brain was becoming so scrambled with need it was hard to think and concentrate on him. Jim and Sam were absolutely pounding into her now. The entire bed—a very large bed—was rocking with their thrusts, and Paul had to grip her shoulder to keep control of her movements on his penis.

Need coiled tighter and tighter deep inside her core. All her senses were on overload. One hand rested on a deliciously hard-walled chest. The other cupped and rolled Paul’s tight balls. She loved the idea of having a hand on two different men at the same time, noticing their differences despite their similarities. Deliberately, she dragged her foot along Jim’s leg to be touching all three of them at once, loving the slightly hairy feel of his shin, enjoying being connected by more than just the genitals.

Already, the orgasm was starting to flutter the walls of her channel. The rippling and clenching deep inside her meant Jim and Sam’s climaxes would happen soon, likely as she came. Suddenly, she wanted Paul to come with her—with them—too. Desperately, she sucked him deep into her mouth, relaxing her throat and tipping her head back to fit as much of him as possible inside. She sucked strongly, then released him a little to roll his foreskin back with her tongue and scrape her teeth across the sensitive head of his cock. She wiggled her tongue into the slit, then sucked again.

Right at that moment, Jim and Sam jackhammered deep inside her together, thrusting their full lengths until their balls pressed into her flesh. Sam’s cock slammed into the neck of her womb with a stab of intense pleasure-pain only heightened by the hot explosion of cum in her ass as Jim climaxed.

Chevaunne’s mouth opened automatically, and she screamed as her orgasm roared through her. From the shard of pleasure-pain in her core and through the heat in her ass, the coils of tension spiraled out of control in her belly. Nerve endings fired up from her toes—which curled back hard against the soles of her feet—to the top of her head. She was a throbbing mass of sensations.

Her scream rolled over Paul’s cock, pushing him the last fraction of an inch into climax, and streams of ropey, white cum hit the back of her throat, filling her mouth so she had to swallow hurriedly.

The three men gripped her tightly, arms and hands all over her body as they all shook in pleasure together. Paul pulled his shaft out of her mouth, and she ran her tongue along his length as he withdrew it. He kissed her tenderly as Jim flattened himself against her back for a long moment before withdrawing from her ass.

When the other two had moved off Chevaunne, Sam flipped her onto her side and pulled out of her cunt.

Jim came back with a warm washcloth and cleaned her while one by one the men visited the bathroom to wash themselves. Then they all laid down, Jim pulling her body firmly against his, Paul pressing into her back, and Sam lying beside Paul, his long arm stretched over all four of them.

Chevaunne was so confused. She’d worked her regular shift as a nurse at the hospital, been kidnapped from the parking lot by three brothers, taken God-knew-where, agreed to marry them all, and had her brains fucked out with the best sex of her life.

This couldn’t be happening to her. Not to boring, mousy, Ms. Nobody Chevaunne. It had just been a hell of a weird dream.

* * * *

It seemed like only moments later that she woke up to find herself being pulled into a semi-sitting position with a hard-muscled body behind her, hands on her breasts teasing at her nipples, and her legs being spread.

“My turn, beautiful lady.”

Paul was sliding his legs underneath her, wrapping her legs around his hips, holding his very erect cock at the entry to her channel.

From the breadth of the shoulders behind her and the shorter length of the fingers on her breasts, Chevaunne knew it was Jim who was holding her.

Sam leaned over and kissed her with light butterfly kisses across her forehead and nose, along her eyebrows and cheeks, following her jawline until his tongue slid smoothly into her mouth.

“Are you wet for me, beautiful lady? Oh, yes, you do want us.” Paul scooped some cream from her pussy and offered a finger to each of his brothers to lick.

Damn, that was hot, watching them taste her honey like that. How could she not want them when Sam kissed her so erotically and Jim’s fingers on her nipples pulling and pinching were driving her insane with desire.

“Yes, I want you,” she groaned, thrusting her hips forward so her pussy touched Paul’s cock.

In one strong stroke, he sank deep inside her, stretching her walls, grinding his balls against her ass, holding her shoulders to power into her. He pistoned into her hard and fast, keeping the pace frenetic as Jim tormented her breasts. All the while, Sam kissed her face and nibbled on an earlobe before licking the tender place behind her ear.

As soon as her cunt began to ripple with the beginnings of an orgasm, Paul came with a deep groan, his seed bursting hot into her channel, sending added waves of pleasure through her. He leaned forward and kissed her, then scrambled backward off the bed. Sam slid into his place, threw her legs over his shoulders, and slammed deep inside her, dragging his cock along her walls, prolonging her orgasm.

“She’s milking me too hard. I’m not gonna last more than ten seconds,” gasped Sam, thrusting deep and twirling his hips, dragging his cock all around her tissues again, cranking the heat inside her higher and prolonging her orgasm.

Sam thrust raggedly inside her, hitting her G-spot with every swivel of his hips, keeping her orgasm going and going and building it even higher.

Jim had one hand still cupping a breast. The other had slid between her and Sam’s torsos, and he was rolling a finger over her clit, pressing it, surrounding it, teasing and pulling it. Chevaunne’s orgasm was building higher and higher with all the stimulation. Finally, it burst over her harder than ever, leaving her weak and limp as it rolled up through her body from her clit, her breast, her cunt.

Sam held her hips tightly, powering in and out, once, twice, three times, then he came and once more she was bathed in the heat of his seed as it exploded in her channel. As Paul had done, he kissed her then pulled out.

Paul was back from the bathroom and lying flat on the bed as Jim flipped her around and pulled her onto her hands and knees before sliding his cock into her still-pulsing cunt.

Paul slid his body partly under hers, his hands playing with her breasts, his tongue running along her flesh lapping here and there at her chin, her nipples, painting a wet line down toward her belly button.

Jim wrapped one arm completely around her body, holding her exactly where he wanted her. Her ass pressed hard against his body as his cock slammed into her from behind. With his other hand, he teased her tender, sensitive clit, pulling it, twirling it, pinching it.

Paul copied Jim’s actions with a breast, pulling, twirling, and pinching on her nipple.

Unbelievably, yet another orgasm rose from the ashes of her previous two.

Chevaunne could hardly comprehend it. As her head began to pound, her heart to thump hard, and sexual tension built inside her. Never before had she climaxed so quickly after two good orgasms. In fact, she seldom had three orgasms in a single sexual encounter, never mind in ten minutes. Yet the third climax was building higher with every thrust of Jim’s cock, every finger stroke on her aching clit, every touch on her heavy breasts.

Sam was back from the bathroom—It was starting to seem like one or another of them was always in there cleaning up—and he joined Paul partly under her kneeling body. Now there were four hands playing with her breasts and her belly, Jim’s fingers firmly manipulating her clit, two mouths teasing her face and breasts.

The climax roared through her body. Her limbs shook, her muscles tensed then released, and she exploded into a million pieces as stars burst behind her eyelids, and the top of her head almost seemed to fly off. Chevaunne screamed a high-pitched, keening wail, then collapsed down on top of the men as her cunt continued to clench around Jim’s thick cock. He spurted hot streams of cum inside her while the other two brothers kissed and petted her, stroking her arms and legs to help her down from the aftershocks.

“Wow! Just…wow. Now I know what they mean when they talk about being fucked blind,” she murmured as her eyes closed.

Chapter Two

Earlier that day

“So you have chosen her, my sons? You are convinced she is the wife for you, not one of our own young women?”

The three men bowed their heads respectfully to Father Yeshe, the monk. As eldest, Jim spoke for them all. “Father, we have looked again and again at our women, but none calls to us all as Chevaunne does.”

“Yet she does not know you. She may be very different from how you imagine her to be, Jigme.”

“We understand that, Father, and we know that once we say the words, no power of man or spirit can undo the marriage. But we have watched her from afar and spoken to her occasionally and are all agreed she is the one.”

“Very well, Jigme, Singye, and Paljor, as you have decided, so it shall be. You may kidnap her and entice her. But unless she says the words that she will permit you access to her body before all three of you, the marriage is not binding. After she says the words granting you permission to enter her, you must all consummate the marriage then bring her to me tomorrow, and I will bless your union before the entire community.”

Jim, Sam, and Paul nodded their acceptance of the old man’s ruling then bowed to him once more before leaving the room.

Outside, Paul did a little dance, high-fiving his brothers. “Yes, yes, yes! We’ll love her so completely, so thoroughly, she’ll agree to marry us, and then we’ll keep on loving her so she never wants to leave us. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman, beauty and brains, an intelligent woman who cares about others more than herself. She’s perfect!” he enthused.

“Once we take her from her own people and bring her here, we have a lifetime duty to make her happy. She won’t know anything about our people, our community, our lifestyle. We’ll have to teach her everything and be very patient as she learns,” warned Sam.

“But that will be fun, seeing everything here with new eyes as she learns and discovers all about our world,” said Paul.

“She may get homesick. We may need to renovate our house or bring her friends or family here,” added Jim. “We know she has no siblings or parents alive, but everyone has friends and extended family, and we don’t know how close she is to them.”

“Not a problem. We have a good plot of land, a large house we can make bigger if we need to, and we have many credits we can spend on her. Even if we need to take time off work for a few months, we can provide for all her needs.” Paul was still happily dancing.

“Her shift finishes at three. It’ll take us a full hour to get there, and we want to be early to find her car and prepare the abduction. We can’t afford to have the authorities catch us. We have no legal rights under American law even if it is the way of our people.”

“Good point, Sam. You go borrow George’s van while Paul and I collect all the things we’ll need.”

* * * *

The men’s community, which the first inhabitants had called New Thimphu, had deliberately been founded well out of town, off a minor road, and semi-disguised. Locals knew there was a community of farmers whose ancestors had come “from China or somewhere” but had no idea of how big the community had grown or of its wealth. From the outside, their homes appeared middle-class, their crops and herds well enough but not the kind of quality to tempt cattle rustlers, and the people themselves looked like any other American with no accent or visible physical difference.

The original settlers had come from Bhutan over a hundred years ago, determined to keep to their old religion. Their numbers had been swelled by Tibetan and Chinese refugees who had fled their traditional lands when polyandry had been banned.

As well as being the traditional way, polyandry made great economic sense. Family lands were not given to one son to the exclusion of all others, leaving them poor and with no home. Nor were they divided among all the offspring, leaving the land splintered and plots too small to support a family.

More recently, the effects of China’s one-child policy and the desire of the Chinese for sons rather than daughters had left millions of young men with no hope of marriage. It made good sense for such young men to join the community and marry some of the “surplus” girls who would otherwise need to look outside the community for a husband, thereby leaving their faith, their traditions, and their family behind.

And with several men to care for her and provide for her, what girl would want to leave home, traditions, and religion for a sole husband?

The economic benefits of polyandry were plain to see within the community. Hidden from the roads by a small forest of trees, and with most of their buildings underground inside a large grassy hill, lived a bustling community with apartment blocks, houses, offices, shops, schools, and every modern convenience.

In the nearest local town, Green Ridge, the locals believed the community children were homeschooled and knew several members of the community who ran a general store. This store sold some of the community’s produce and supplied items the community couldn’t produce themselves. What the locals never saw was that George’s windowless delivery truck was regularly crammed full of items purchased from farther-away towns.

The children were indeed “homeschooled” inside the community, and hard work and bright intelligence were appreciated and encouraged. Many members of the community ran online technical and research businesses and IT services that meant they seldom needed to leave New Thimphu, content to leave George and a few others as their external delivery system for those rare occasions it was needed.

A huge hydroponic garden provided them with more than enough fresh fruits and vegetables. A fish farm and chicken hatchery supplied them with protein, and rice was grown in a flooded paddy field where the water could drain into the fish farm. Life was good, and Jim, Sam, and Paul fervently hoped Chevaunne would be happy here.

Jim, Sam, and Paul were descended from one of the early settlers, so they had a ranch house that was much nicer inside than it appeared from the outside. The main bedroom was huge with a gigantic en suite bathroom with a whirlpool tub, large shower with multiple jets, twin basins, and commodes.

There were four children’s bedrooms, a guest suite, an office with heavily laden bookshelves, as well as the latest in cable TV, computers, a large modern kitchen, a laundry room, and a pantry designed to hold enough food to feed any number of ranch hands as well as a large, multigenerational family.

As with all the ranches, the farm’s main barn held a tunnel that joined an underground pathway connecting the community center inside the hill with all the outlying homes. Community members were encouraged to exercise. But since they did not want the people of Green Ridge to know how populous and wealthy New Thimphu had become, these underground pathways were used as bike tracks, roller skating rinks, and running tracks as well as a means for members to commute from the ranch houses to the community center. Shops, schools, and offices were located in the community center.

Most of the eligible young women would have been pleased to marry Jim, Sam, and Paul, but there was no young lady all three of them liked and not even one that drew one of the brothers so strongly that the others would agree to make him happy. They’d all decided independently to look outside the community for a bride.

Honored grandmother, a lady so old no one knew for certain her exact age, had been gradually growing weaker. The three doctors had discussed her care and agreed they needed extra tests and specialist treatment. The community hospital was extremely good, but with only three doctors, there was a limit to the tests they could carry out. Two of the young adults were studying medicine, but it would be several years yet before they qualified. Meanwhile, the old lady was obviously growing weaker and needed to be taken to a big general hospital in a major city. Her great-granddaughter, Anh, who cared for her, was distraught with worry about the old lady.

Sam, who knew his way around the medical system and the political system thanks to his online financial and accounting business, was sent with Anh, her two fathers, and Honored Grandmother on the hospital visit. Their first stop was at the city hospital where Chevaunne worked in the emergency room. One look at Chevaunne had Sam’s cock standing up and begging to be inside her. He memorized all the details about her he could learn in one short visit, and when Honored Grandmother was receiving proper care in the hospital, he phoned his brothers to tell them about Chevaunne.

First, they simply waited in the parking lot to see her as she arrived for her shift. They agreed she was something special indeed, with her creamy skin, lush curves, gray eyes, and shoulder-length brown hair.

Then Paul followed her home so they could learn more about her. They needed to be very careful as they didn’t want to be arrested for stalking or worry her or her friends.

As circumspectly and invisibly as possible, they’d learned about her and decided that she was theirs. Her coworkers respected her as a woman, a person, and a nurse. A detailed Internet search revealed no nasty surprises about her. She was the perfect woman for them all.

Now she was theirs in truth. In their bed, in their house, forever.

* * * *

Chevaunne became aware she was aching deliciously in all sorts of places that had been neglected for far too long. Both her previous boyfriends had been fellow workers at the hospital, one a doctor, the other an admin assistant. The relationship with the doctor had gradually fizzled out when their schedules never seemed to have them off work at the same time, and she’d decided she wanted a lot more than the occasional fuck against the supply room wall. The other relationship had ended in a blaze of anger when she’d discovered he was only dating her “because nurses know how to give good head.”

So why was she feeling so well-used and relaxed when she had no current boyfriend?

Chevaunne wriggled down a little deeper under the covers and felt the hard bodies lying on either side of her. Suddenly, she was wide-awake. Oh, shit! That hadn’t been a dream. I really was kidnapped by three brothers and agreed to marry them, then had my brains fucked out over and over again.

Her eyes flew open, and she sat up in the bed. Yep, three men. Jim, Sam, and Paul. And she’d agreed to marry them. She needed to see a psychiatrist right now and get her head examined!

Two gentle hands pulled her over onto a hard body. “Morning, beautiful lady.”

That was Paul. He’d called her that last night.

All three of them kissed her, and hands slid over her body, teasing her breasts, cupping her mound, touching her gently along her ribs and down her side. Lust exploded in her and cream dripped onto her inner thighs. I can’t possibly have sex again. I’ve never had so many orgasms in one night in my life before! There’s no way I could do it again so soon. Or is there?

Regret sounded strongly in his voice as Jim said, “We would enjoy making love to you again, but we don’t want you to be too sore. This morning we must say our vows to the Justice of the Peace and our monk, Father Yeshe. Come and shower now, then we need to have breakfast and get dressed.”

Jim took her to the bathroom and showed her where the shampoo and soaps were kept and pointed out the pile of towels to her, and then he left her alone.

Chevaunne shut the door and sank onto the commode. Actually, one of the two commodes. There were two sinks as well, plus the biggest tub she’d ever seen. Dazedly, Chevaunne shook her head. Her brain was still trying to grasp what she’d done. Had she really agreed to marry three men? How did that work? I’m pretty sure that’s not legal, but then neither is kidnapping. So who is this JP we’re seeing? Why see a JP when one woman marrying three men isn’t legal?

It was all too much to think about, and her tummy was rumbling. She hadn’t eaten supper, and she’d burned off a lot of calories last night. She grinned as she remembered the fantastic sex and stepped into the shower.

When she reappeared in the bedroom half an hour later, jeans and a sweatshirt had been laid out on the bed with a delicate set of pale blue underwear. Everything in her size. Someone had definitely done their homework.

She followed the smell of hot coffee to the kitchen where Sam was standing by the stove, a pan of tomatoes and mushrooms simmering beside him and a pile of toast keeping warm on the cook top. As soon as she appeared, Sam served the meal, and Paul rushed to seat her at the table before handing her a plate laden with food. Next, he poured her a glass of pink juice.

Cautiously, she took a sip of juice. It seemed weak but was delicious nonetheless. “What is it?”

“Half pomegranate juice, half water. We grow the pomegranates ourselves and eating them and drinking their juice is traditional. But they have a lot of natural sugar in them, so usually, we water it down,” said Paul.

“It’s a trade-off. Only half the vitamins but only half the sugar as well,” added Sam, sitting beside her.

“Makes sense,” she replied, sliding a piece of toast under her tomatoes and mushrooms.

“After breakfast, we shall visit Father Yeshe to make our marriage vows,” began Jim, watching her face. She swallowed a mouthful of food and nodded.

“Then we have our wedding party in the temple courtyard. There will be dancing and speeches as people wish us well for our future together.” All three men had their gazes glued to her face. She nodded again. That was only to be expected with a wedding.

Sam said, “We have a traditional wedding costume we would like you to wear, if you don’t mind. Our grandmother wore it, as did our mother.”

“Will it fit me?” she asked.

“It’s a robe. One size fits everyone,” explained Paul.

“I’ll be honored to wear your mother and grandmother’s wedding robe,” she said. A warm feeling ran through her at the pleased looks on their faces. How could anyone refuse such a simple request? Besides, it wasn’t as though she had a wedding gown of her own here to wear. Or, in fact, anything of her own here. Not that she had a lot of possessions anyway. She wasn’t an acquisitive sort of person. But the photographs of her parents and her few treasures from her childhood…Yeah, there were a few things she needed to go home and get. And her car…oh, shit! It would be tagged and impounded by now.

“What is it?” asked Sam, who’d been watching her face.

“My car will have been impounded. It had to be moved before the morning shift started.”

“Oh, that’s okay. All your things are on their way here. George and his brother went to collect them with his delivery truck. Wang is driving your car here.”

“What?”

Paul’s bright-eyed, smiling face drooped a little. “You aren’t pleased? That George and Wang collected your things? They’re bringing them all back here for you.”

“Yes, yes, that’s fine. I was just surprised. So much has happened so fast. What about my job? What have you done about that?”

“We called you in sick for the rest of the week. You’ll have to leave. You will live here at New Thimphu with us now. But after our honeymoon, if you wish to work, you may choose any job you want in the community. We have a hospital if you want to continue nursing. If you want to try something different, there are many administrative jobs vacant, or you could start your own business. Whatever you desire,” said Jim.

“And my friends, my work colleagues?” Suddenly, it seemed all so complicated to Chevaunne. What the hell have I done? I have to stay here? They’re moving all my things without me?

“If you wish to see your friends, it can be arranged. You can meet for lunch in town or spend the weekend there with one of us. If you cannot live without them, they can come and live here, too. Our desire is that you will be happy.” It was Paul who spoke, but all three men watched her with sincere looks on their faces.

It was still messy and complicated and pretty much unbelievable. But Chevaunne had a sudden rush of confidence that it would all work out. She’d say her vows, have her wedding, and make her life here. And hope like hell they were all happy.

Chapter Three

Three giggling young women appeared at the kitchen door just then. One introduced herself as Anh, the others were Kiri and Shiloah.

“Anh, we’ve met before.” Chevaunne paused to think. “Your grandmother was ill. How is she?”

“My great-grandmother. She’s known as Honored Grandmother here as she is, by far, our oldest citizen. She’s much better, thank you. It was just a matter of the doctors doing tests to adjust her medications. One of our doctors, Russell, is determined to study further on the diseases of the aged, so he’ll be better equipped to deal with our seniors in future.”

Jim came into the room—Chevaunne hadn’t even noticed him leaving—carrying a bundle of deep red and gold fabric.

“It’s beautiful,” she sighed as he unwrapped it. It was a rectangular textile, hand-woven silk on silk with the red and gold pattern woven into the fabric. “It must have taken someone a very long time to do,” she said, gently touching the intricate pattern of reds and golds.

“Six months to a year for a woman to make,” said Anh.

“Such fabric used to be counted as part of a family’s heritage and wealth,” added Kiri.

Sam handed her a leather belt. “The women will dress you. This belt holds the gown at the waist. The leather is from the hide of one of our own cattle. All three of us made it together to give to our wife. We tanned the leather using bark from our own trees in the tanning process. The buckle has our names inscribed on it.”

“Thank you,” she said softly, humbled by the amount of work they’d undertaken to give her such a gift. And she had nothing to give them in return. As she got to know them better, she would choose a gift for each of them, likely to give to them on their first anniversary. Oh, woman, listen to yourself. You’re planning anniversary presents, and you aren’t even married yet. To men who kidnapped you! Has your brain gone on vacation?

Suddenly, Chevaunne was conflicted and confused. They had kidnapped her. But they hadn’t hurt her. They’d asked her permission before fucking her. But they had aroused her so much she was desperate for an orgasm. They had planned the wedding and given her beautiful clothes to wear, clothes full of tradition, symbolism, and love. But would those gifts have been given to any woman in her place?

“Our clothes are in the guest room. We’ll wait for you here to walk to the community center together,” said Paul.

“We’ll have her ready in half an hour,” Anh replied. Then she, Kiri, and Shiloah led Chevaunne into the main bedroom.

Chevaunne was still trying to decide what she really wanted as the three young women undressed her and began rubbing a sweet-smelling ointment into her shoulders and back.

“Mmm, that smells really nice. Roses?” she asked.

“My mother and I make it,” said Shiloah. “We grow the roses in the hydroponic farm. We mash the petals and hips and boil them and add animal fat and some other things to make it. Wang and George sell the jars in their store, but most of the ointment is sold over the Internet. I help her package the jars and do the bookwork, then George posts them from Centerville.”

“Centerville? I thought the town was called Green Ridge?”

“Centerville is a big city, so it’s easy for George to be anonymous there. New Thimphu has a post office box in each of three different malls, so he posts some of our parcels in each of the mail centers and no one pays any attention to him. Most of our businesses are online, and only a few of them require things to be sent out, so by using different mailing centers, it’s less conspicuous.”

“I don’t understand. Why must the businesses be inconspicuous?”

Anh and Kiri started rubbing the ointment on her arms, and Shiloah picked up her foot and began massaging it.

“Chevaunne, you’re about to marry three men. Three brothers. Even those of us born here at New Thimphu know that is not usual.” Kiri giggled.

“Yes, but—”

“The first settlers came here to avoid religious persecution and hold onto their old traditions and beliefs. They were naturally reclusive and deliberately tried to blend into the local area. Besides, although the authorities turn a blind eye to polygamy in some religious communities, there’s no guarantee they’d do so to polyandry,” said Anh.

“As well as that, New Thimphu is wealthy. We all pay our taxes and that sort of thing, but we try very hard not to cause local residents to become jealous of us. The houses and farms people see as they drive around this area and the people who visit Green Ridge, all appear average, ordinary. In the outside world, we’re very careful to look like anyone else. Most of us have never left the underground community and don’t want to. Everything we could ever need is here,” added Shiloah.

Chevaunne’s confusion must have shown on her face because Anh patted her shoulder gently. “Don’t worry about it. It’ll all make sense after you’ve lived here a while.”

The girls started chattering about her hair and how it was to be styled. Her long, brown waves fell to just below her shoulders, and the girls arranged her hair in a loose knot on top of her head with a few tendrils hanging down to soften her jawline.

Next, they stood her up and slid her feet into flat, red leather sandals fastened with gold buckles that matched the gown beautifully.

Then she stood with her arms stretched out as they draped and folded the silk gown around her, making pleats and folds as they wound it around her. By the time the belt was buckled around her waist, it was impossible to tell it was just a length of fabric. It fell as if it were a beautifully tailored gown made to fit her perfectly.

“The fabric’s exquisite. So smooth and soft. Luxurious,” said Chevaunne.

“Those colors suit you perfectly. With your brown hair, gray eyes, and creamy skin, red and gold are ideal for your coloring. You’re a beautiful bride indeed,” said Shiloah.

“I can’t wait until Jim, Sam, and Paul see you.” Kiri giggled.

“Oh, yes, look at the time. We need to go,” said Anh.

The three young women pushed Chevaunne ahead of them through the doorway and back into the living room. Jim, Sam, and Paul were lined up facing the entryway watching for her. All three had tight black pants on, topped with open-neck silk shirts with flowing sleeves. Jim’s was a deep blue, Sam’s bottle green, and Paul’s cream.

They looked totally delicious. Chevaunne’s belly tightened as her gaze rolled across their delightful forms, and honey seeped onto her panties. When she raised her gaze to their faces, her breath hitched in her throat. They looked totally absorbed in her as if they were starving and she was the only meal around.

Paul dropped to his knees in front of her. “Beautiful lady,” he said reverently kissing her hand.

Jim and Sam followed him across, Jim gently kissing her cheek and Sam content just to look at her.

Kiri giggled. “Told you so.”

Anh clapped her hands together sharply. “Come on. Father Yeshe will be waiting.”

Chevaunne ran her tongue along her lips, hoping she wasn’t drooling and glad of the rose ointment, which she hoped would hide the scent of her arousal. Obediently, she allowed the three women to lead her out of the house. She’d only seen the house and the barn where they’d parked the closed delivery truck. She hadn’t paid any attention to the surrounding farmland on the quick walk into the house, so now she was about to see her new home and her new community as well as attend her own wedding.

Her wedding. To three men. And this time yesterday she was finishing a nursing shift at the hospital, not knowing anything about any of them. I hope I’m not making a terrible mistake. But it seems so right.

A very ordinary-looking wooden door in the barn opened into what appeared to be a closet. But when Jim tugged on a yellow bucket hanging from a hook, the back of the closet opened onto a staircase leading downward.

“It’s always yellow,” said Anh.

“What?”

“Any of the hidden doorways or entrances on New Thimphu. The lever or latch is always yellow. So if you find yourself alone somewhere you haven’t been before looking for the entry to the tunnel home, look for something yellow.”

“But how would I know which is the correct tunnel? Or whether to turn right or left?”

At the bottom of the staircase was another door, this one with a regular handle. The women led Chevaunne out into a sort of stoop area with a few more steps down into a curved tunnel.

Sam pointed to a mosaic-tile picture above the doorway. “All the original settlers had a family design. Something they chose to represent themselves. Each pathway to a house is labeled with their crest. Our ancestor planted rice and had four sons and two daughters, so our sign is a sheaf of rice, two red stalks for the daughters and four golden ones for the sons.”

Kiri pointed to another symbol, this one on the side of the tunnel. “At each join of a pathway to the main tunnel, you will see this symbol on the wall. The horse is always walking toward the community center. If you walk in the same direction as the horse, you are going to the center. By turning your back on the horse you are going toward your home.”

“Such a very simple idea, yet so clear. And much prettier than street signs,” said Chevaunne.

“One hundred years ago, not everyone could read and write. One of the earliest priorities of the settlers was to establish a school for the children,” explained Paul.

As they walked along the pathway, Kiri and Shiloah chattered about the community with Anh, interrupting them each time they passed a side tunnel or pathway to point out the signs. Chevaunne doubted if she’d remember all the information, but she appreciated their helpfulness and was gaining a genuine respect for these people. Everything was so simple to follow, yet so organized.

Jim moved up to walk beside her. “I need to explain what happens at the wedding ceremony.”

Chevaunne nodded, suddenly worried she may make an idiot of herself by doing something culturally inappropriate.

“We’re going to the temple. There in the courtyard, Father Yeshe will lead us through our vows and giving the gifts.”

“Do I have to say anything? What if I get it wrong?”

Paul held her hand. “You say, ‘I do.’ That should be easy enough to remember. The legalities are the same everywhere.”

“But there are three of you.”

“Yes. In the traditional ceremony, which comes first, we four marry each other, equal and indivisible. Then there is the legal section where you are married only to Jim since he is the oldest son,” replied Paul.

“One of the wonderful advantages for a woman having more than one husband is if you need support at any time and Jim isn’t able to be there, either Paul or I will be. You’ll never be alone and friendless, unsupported, Chevaunne. One of us will always be there for you. In the outside world, it will usually be Jim. But if for some reason he can’t be there, I will be, or Paul. Always.”

“You said something about gifts. I don’t have any gifts to give you. And you’ve already given me this beautiful belt.” Chevaunne let her fingers settle on the engraved buckle.

“There are traditional gifts the men give their bride. When the time comes for you to light incense to our ancestors, Anh, Kiri, and Shiloah will give you the incense sticks. You light them from our wedding candle, and Father Yeshe will show you where to put them.” Jim smiled down at her, making her heart leap at the tenderness and possession in his eyes.

“Don’t stress, beautiful lady. It will all be quite simple and obvious at the time.”

“And we’ll guide you through it,” added Shiloah, “kind of like bridesmaids do.”

Kiri giggled. “We’d be happy to help you afterward, too.”

“And George and Wang will be happy about that because—?” Anh chided her.

“If they don’t hurry up and choose me, I shall look elsewhere. Kevin and Jesse are pretty cute,” Kiri retaliated.

Chevaunne stopped listening to the women and looked around. The tunnel was wide enough for a car or truck to drive down with lots of wider places where vehicles could pass each other. It was as bright as day with strips of light fittings in the roof, and the walls constantly changed color, the paint blending from shade to shade—blues to greens, to yellows, to pinks, to purples, and back to blues again. Ahead, she could see what appeared to be a major intersection with other pathways entering from both sides. Up until now the various entries had only been doorway or stoop areas from various homes.

“Red, green, and blue apartment blocks are to the right, gold and purple to the left,” said Anh. “We’re building a new block—brown—down that road, too, as more Chinese men are joining the community looking for brides.”

“The shopping precinct and the temple are up ahead, not far now. Past the temple are the school, the hospital, and the administrative building. Off to the right, farther along, is the business zone and the hydroponic farm. I’ll take you to the farm and show you around next week,” said Shiloah.

“Because a lot of New Thimphu is hidden under a row of low hills, the city has developed linearly. But now we’re using the soil we dig out to extend, to cover over the buildings. Where the brown apartment block is being built was the end of the hill, so we made a prefabricated extension of it with timber and plastic, and then as we dug down to build the foundations, we used the soil to cover over the top of the buildings between them and the false outside layer. As soon as the grass has regrown properly, we’ll remove the wood and store it to use again another time. Soil is excellent for insulation from heat, cold, and sound. Even in the middle of winter, the temperature seldom drops below sixty, so heating and cooling are not much of a problem in here.”

Chevaunne smiled at Sam, grateful for his explanation. She hadn’t really thought about it yet, but there must be a lot of things she’d taken for granted living outside that now were issues to be worked around, problems to be solved for a people who hid themselves away most of the time.

She could see the temple ahead now, a large, white rectangular building. The roof was curved, and just below it was a red ocher stripe that went right around it. The walls seemed to slope inward, but likely that was just an optical illusion. There were a few windows high up under the stripe and one massive door.

As soon as they walked through the doorway, she realized that she hadn’t seen any other people. The entire township was inside the courtyard, laughing and chattering, waiting for the wedding. Luckily the courtyard was huge to accommodate such a gathering.

Near the front of the courtyard, closest to the entry into the temple itself, was a row of chairs with older people sitting on them. She saw Anh’s grandmother—great-grandmother—with the two men who’d accompanied her to the hospital. She looked well and was smiling and talking to the people beside her. Altogether, about a dozen people were sitting down and well over a hundred more were standing around with a herd of children corralled in one corner of the area.

An old man with a full head of pure white hair stood immediately in front of the entry to the temple proper. He was wearing a long robe of blues and greens, geometric shapes woven and intertwined so the colors blended into each other and shimmered as he moved. The monk, Father Yeshe, she guessed.

Her escort shuffled around her so she was in the center, directly in front of Father Yeshe with Jim, then Sam, then Paul on her right and Anh, then Shiloah, then Kiri on her left.

The monk raised both arms in the air, and silence fell on the community. Chevaunne was still somewhat in a state of shock. It was less than twenty-four hours since she’d been kidnapped. Only a day since she’d really met these men. She still didn’t know much about them, although she was gaining an appreciation for their lifestyle and culture. But still, she was moving into a whole new world, and she had no real proof this wasn’t some kind of mad cult who was going to make her a sex slave. Or some kind of human sacrifice. Or—

Surely they wouldn’t have dressed her in such beautiful clothes if they were going to sacrifice her. So, a sex slave. But then again, with the amazing orgasms she’d had last night, was sex slavery really such a bad thing? Besides, this was a marriage ceremony even though it was not like any other wedding she’d attended.

Chevaunne pulled herself together and listened to what the monk was saying. They were all to be equal partners in the relationship. Well, that certainly sounded fair. They were to respect each other and love each other. Easy enough to do with three such deliciously well-built and handsome men who had shown her nothing but courtesy—even if they had handcuffed her and carried her away from her home.

“Jigme,” said Father Yeshe.

Jim stepped in front of her, took her left arm, and slid a heavy gold bracelet over her wrist. “All that we own, or ever will own, is yours,” Jim said and kissed her gently on the lips.

The monk nodded to Sam who stepped in front of her, held her left palm up, and placed in it a perfect, ripe pomegranate. “We will always care for you and provide for you. This is our solemn promise.” Sam kissed her forehead, a light, butterfly-soft touching of his lips to her skin.

Next, Paul moved in front of her and placed a rosebud in her right hand, then turned her hand over and kissed her wrist. “We will love, honor, and cherish you, all the days of our lives,” he said.

Anh handed the three men each a small sheaf of rice and Chevaunne a stick of incense, taking the rosebud and pomegranate in its place. Chevaunne guessed she’d also been the one who had given the men the gifts at the relevant time from a woven textile bag she carried over one shoulder.

Father Yeshe lit a large, pure white candle and nodded to them all. The four of them stepped forward. Chevaunne understood she was to light the incense stick, which she did. The men then led her to an altar, and they placed their rice on it. Chevaunne laid the burning incense stick there, too, and then the three men surrounded her and each kissed her again on the mouth. Nothing erotic, but a proper kiss. She matched her response level to theirs.

Then the men turned her to face the crowd. The people clapped wildly, and a group of children ran to the front of the courtyard. They stood in two rows and performed a solemn dance with a lot of hand movements, making patterns with their arms and forming squares, triangles, and circles in little groups of maybe half a dozen children as part of their dance. It was an intricate, detailed dance and beautiful to watch. Three older men provided the music. One played a series of wooden pipes, which he blew into. The other two had stringed instruments rather like a lute or banjo. The music was achingly beautiful, evoking another land and another time.

After the children finished their dance, a team of young men brought long wooden tables out from a storeroom in a corner of the courtyard Chevaunne hadn’t noticed. More young men brought out folding chairs, and soon everyone was sitting in long rows while a line of young women brought in platters of fruit, pastries, and vegetable snacks.

Chevaunne was served first, then Jim, Sam, Paul, Father Yeshe, and the seniors. After that, the trays were placed on the tables and the men from the community served their wives and children.

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. Would 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.

Paul bounded off the bed and left the room, returning quickly with a small clock he set on the nightstand. “Only a little after five. Time for a nice long soak in the tub before dinner.”

“Oh.” Chevaunne blushed. What was going to happen about cooking and housework? Would she be in charge of that now, or would they help her? And what sort of foods would they eat? All the foods at her wedding meal had been familiar to her, but the pomegranate juice at breakfast had not been. Learning some new recipes might be fun as long as the men didn’t complain if she made a few mistakes in the early stages.

Sam pulled her to her feet. “I can see your mind whirring at a mile a minute. Come and relax. Let us wash you, and you can ask all those questions running through your head.”

Sam held her hand as she stepped over the side of the tub onto the seat. Wondering how deep the tub was, she stepped farther off the seat and into the center of the tub. The water was considerably above her waist, almost to her breasts, which proved what she’d guessed as she stepped in—the tub was sunk well below floor level.

“Wow. I bet you all learned to swim in here when you were little,” she joked.

“Almost. We certainly played in here a lot when we weren’t allowed outside,” replied Jim.

“From when I was five until I was eight, there was a lot of new building happening in the community center. That’s when apartment blocks gold and purple were built and also the new office block. All the younger adults were working very hard for long hours to do the building, and they worked in teams twenty-four-seven. Each day a group of mothers would come here and the children would play outside. Sometimes half a dozen children, other times just two or three acting as if they were our family. They would wear our clothes and their mothers would do a little work in our garden or orchard so the children could run around and exercise for a while. That was in case Green Ridge people saw them. So outsiders wouldn’t realize how many people are in our community.”

“I’m three years younger than Jim, thirty-three to his thirty-six, but I remember bits and pieces of that time. There was one little girl who never wanted to go outside. She seemed afraid of the sunshine or something.”

“Who was that?” asked Paul. “I was just a baby. I don’t remember anything at all about the building.”

“Kesse. She works in the temple now and seldom leaves the temple precinct. You’ve heard a little of our childhood. Tell us a story from yours, Chevaunne,” Sam said.

She thought for a moment then said, “I was an only child and for years asked my parents for a brother or sister every Christmas. But they were both only children and firmly believed a single child had more advantages than siblings. When I was nine they gave me a kitten, and I dressed that poor kitten in doll’s clothes, wheeled it around in a baby buggy, and treated it just like a real child. The poor thing eventually ran away. I must say, I can’t blame it.”

“Is that why you became a nurse?” asked Paul, moving closer to her on the tub bench where they now all sat.

“I don’t know. Maybe. I’ve always wanted to help people. I know making beds and changing bandages isn’t very exciting, but sitting and talking to people, hearing their stories, making them feel better, suits me. From time to time, I get to do something really worthwhile, like help a doctor save someone’s life or bring a new baby into the world, and that’s very special indeed.”

“If you want to continue nursing, the hospital will welcome you,” said Jim.

“They’ve almost finished adding a wing for the very old. Our seniors never used to live so long because they worked hard on their farms, and many had suffered much stress and persecution because they followed the traditional ways. Now we live here in safety and freedom, our diet is nutritious, and our drinking water is clean, so people are living much longer. But they need much more care in advanced age.

“Some of them, their minds wander and they forget where they are and how to speak English. So we’re making a special senior’s place where the rooms all flow one into the other, and the only door they can see leads out into a central courtyard garden that’s fully surrounded by the other rooms of the wing. Each room looks out onto that garden. There they can sit in the garden and walk around as much as they like without ever getting lost.”

“Jim, that sounds wonderful. I’d love to work there. I did some extra study in gerontology and the diseases of aging. I love sitting with the elderly and listening to their stories. So many of them have had truly fascinating lives. But what about my duties here? I mean—”

“The decisions are for you to make. You decide which tasks you wish to do, if any. Our duty is to love you, to pleasure you, and to cherish you all the days of our lives,” said Paul, quoting the marriage vows. He took her hand and sucked the smallest finger into his mouth with such a carnal look on his face, her belly clenched and her pussy creamed instantly.

“But you kidnapped me!”

“Well, yes, it’s the way our people have always chosen their brides. Although technically it was abduction, not kidnapping, as no ransom was asked for,” said Sam.

The serious look on his face made her smile.

“So who does the laundry, and the cooking, and the cleaning here?” she asked, still a little confused.

“We all help, depending on who is least busy. I do quite a bit of cooking because it’s something I enjoy,” said Sam.

“I do a lot of what you would call the traditional household tasks, and Jim does mostly farm chores, but we all help each other. It’s up to you to choose what you wish to do, how much, how often, or if at all. The woman is the cornerstone of the family. The men must assist her,” added Paul.

“I would like to learn how to cook some of your favorite dishes—”

“And you must show me how to make your favorites,” broke in Sam.

“Deal. I certainly won’t miss having to clean the bathroom.”

Jim and Sam laughed, and Paul groaned.

They all rested back against the side of the tub, and Chevaunne enjoyed the hot water lapping her breasts, breathing the steam deep into her lungs. It was still hard to believe she was here, married to three men, living a new life. Her entire life had changed in the blink of an eye.

“Am I remembering correctly that you said you’d called me in sick this week and that someone was getting my things from the city? Or did I imagine all that?” she asked.

“No, that’s right. George and Wang have picked up all your things from your apartment. We’ll move them into your room tonight,” replied Sam.

“I need to write a resignation from my job and close my bank account, chores like that. I suppose I ought to write a list of things to do,” she added.

“You don’t have to close your bank account. As long as you can do online banking, you may as well leave your money where it is, unless you particularly want to change it.”

“But won’t I need to fill in a whole lot of paperwork now that I’m married?”

“Not really,” said Jim. “Our society traditionally doesn’t use last names. Our people used to only have one name, but for legal reasons, people born here have all adopted a family name. You already have a last name, so you can keep it. Our women don’t take their husbands’ names, and the community pays all utilities bills and so on, so really there’s not much you need to alter. Your car is in the parking lot with all the other vehicles, and the mechanics will make sure it’s always in good condition if you want to drive anywhere.”

“The next time we’re in the community center we’ll go to the administration building, and you can complete any forms you need to,” added Paul.

“So easy,” she said, surprised.

“Our lifestyle is simple and family-oriented. Over the years, the community has made everything as stress-free as possible for the people.” Sam grinned.

“What is your last name? And how old are you, Paul?” Chevaunne asked, suddenly realizing there were a couple of major gaps in her knowledge about her husbands.

“On official paperwork, Namgyal, but in conversations and in the outside world, Neal. And I’m thirty-one. My birthday is May twenty-third, Sam’s is July second and Jim’s is October fourteenth. Your birthday is April fifth, and you turned thirty this year,” he added, showing her the men had done some research.

Jim stood and reached across to the sink, coming back with a big sponge and a cake of pink soap. “This is from Shiloah, some of their rose soap. When we shop, you need to tell us your favorite fragrances so we can make sure there’s plenty of soaps and shampoos you like.”

“Oh, I like her rose products. I’d enjoy using them—unless—are they very expensive?” she asked hesitantly.

“Anything bought and sold within the community is priced fairly to reward the worker for their labor with a profit but not place it out of the reach of the average person. Once we sell goods and services out in the world, all bets are off. They’re priced at whatever the market will bear. Because we have our own production and distribution system, such handmade goods as these bring our community a lot of money. Within the community, we have a system of credits giving all types of work an equal value. The dollars people earn in the outside world are taxed by the community at ten percent, which becomes community credits. The rest goes to the person who earned it,” said Sam.

Chevaunne nodded and rested back in the tub.

Jim dipped the cake of soap in the water to wet it, then rubbed it on the sponge. He handed the soap to Paul, lifted one of her feet out of the water, and rubbed the soapy sponge gently over her heel, along her sole, up the arch, then around her ankle. Finally, he rubbed each toe. Placing the sponge on the side of the tub, he massaged her foot using the soap to help his fingers glide over her skin.

Chevaunne closed her eyes, leaning back against the tub. “Mm, that feels wonderful,” she murmured.

He repeated the process with her other foot while Paul began soaping her hand and arm.

Chevaunne’s eyes flew open as Sam lifted her up and slid in behind her to rub the soap across her shoulders. Then he used the pads of his thumbs to press and soothe his way across her back, releasing knotted muscles she hadn’t even realized were tense.

“So good,” she sighed. “You make a mighty fine team.”

Chevaunne allowed her mind to flow freely and just enjoyed the soothing hands and fingers of her three men as they stroked and soothed and petted her, leaving her feeling totally limp and relaxed.

But not for long. She couldn’t help but notice Sam’s cock had grown very large and was now nestled deep in the crevice between her butt cheeks. Teasingly, she pressed back against him, rubbing his nipples with her back. They instantly grew hard and dug into her.

Her pussy dripped with honey, a thicker, creamier wetness than the water surrounding them all.

She opened her eyes and looked at Paul and Jim. They were both staring at her, lust hot in their eyes and their cocks standing straight up from their black nests of curls.

Deliberately, she licked her lips and pressed her back into Sam, thrusting her breasts upward at the same time.

All three men groaned.

“I’ll cook for you later. Right now, I want to eat you,” gasped Sam.

“Towels,” said Paul almost leaping out of the bath and grabbing a pile of fluffy towels from the shelf under the sink.

Sam lifted her up, Jim took her and held her out, and Paul wrapped a big blue towel around her body.

In moments, she was back lying on the bed, the towel was being rubbed over her skin, and then Sam’s head was buried in her pussy.

Paul and Jim dried themselves perfunctorily then joined them. Jim rested her head on his lap, and Paul curled his length against her side. Each man played with one of her breasts, so she took a cock in each hand and began stroking from root to tip, root to tip, keeping her movements slow and steady. Occasionally, she added a slight twist to her wrist or stopped to press the pads of her fingers over the long vein on their shafts, loving the feeling of the life force pulsing there.

Sam’s long fingers held her nether lips open as he licked the length of her slit and sucked the edges of her labia into his mouth, first one side, then the other. His tongue dove deep into her channel as he swiped it along her walls, gathering her cream. His nose nudged her clit, teasing the little bud and arousing her further.

Gasping a little, Chevaunne concentrated on teasing the two cocks in her hands. She scraped a nail down the lengths then slid a finger under each foreskin, wiping the drops of pre-cum she found there over the heads. After a few more long, tight strokes, she let them both go with no warning, only to cup their sacs and roll their balls between her fingers.

Sam’s attentions had moved to her clit, sucking it into his mouth, pulling it, elongating it, and nibbling across it, making her cream flood from her onto Sam. “Delicious,” he said. The ball of fire spiraling in her belly was close to igniting now, and she moved her hips restlessly.

Paul and Jim took this as a comment on their teasing of her breasts, and each man’s fingers worked harder, teasing and stretching her nipples, cupping the mounds and stroking her skin.

Paul twisted his body to bend his head and place his mouth on her breast, sucking both nipple and areola deep into his mouth. His movements wedged her hand against his body, but somehow she still managed to stroke his cock, tugging the hard shaft and squeezing as she tugged.

Her arm was bent up to reach Jim’s cock because her head was on his knees. With one hand now trapped by Paul’s body, she really had to work her muscles to keep stroking Jim, but she concentrated on matching the movements of both hands, which was more possible than trying to treat men separately.

Sam bit on her clit, and she came in an explosion of feeling, twisting the cocks in her hands hard as she did. Paul groaned deeply and cum spurted over her hand and nearby parts of both her body and his as he came with her.

Sam flipped her legs up and drove his cock into her cunt, stroking deep and hard, two, three, four times, and then she felt his cum blast inside her as he came. He thrust a few more times, and then Paul was lifting her as Jim exchanged places with Sam. Jim surged deep inside her still quivering cunt and came instantly, his seed hot inside her as her walls rippled around him.

Once again, the three collapsed onto the sheets tangled stickily together, sweat sheening all their bodies as they recovered from their loving.

Soon, Sam crawled out from the pile. “I’ll shower first so I can start cooking.”

When he emerged from the bathroom with a towel knotted at his waist, Jim said, “You go next, Chevaunne. Paul and I will change the bedding and tidy up this room while you shower.

She nodded and moved on wobbly legs into the bathroom. Sam had set the hot tub to drain and had laid out the rose soap and several fresh towels for her. They were all so thoughtful. It may just be for this honeymoon period, but she could not fault their treatment of her, even if it had begun with a kidnapping—abduction.

Chapter Five

Kiri, Anh, and Shiloah took Chevaunne around and introduced her to their friends and their favorite stores. As the week passed, Chevaunne got to know people and find her way around the community. Some days she felt blissfully happy and contented, at other times, she questioned her own sanity in accepting her new lifestyle. Wasn’t it called Stockholm syndrome when victims of kidnapping—okay, abduction—thought that they’d fallen in love with their captors? Was that what had happened to her?

Yet—the men were so loving to her. Surely their emotions were genuine.

Chevaunne was so confused, some days she tied herself in knots trying to make sense of what had happened to her.

She arranged to have lunch with the closest of her old friends the day she handed in her resignation. Jim accompanied her to town, driving her car, showing her the Green Ridge store, letting her wander around there and talk to George and Wang about the stock before they headed into the city. Her friends were happy about her new romance, approved of Jim, and were excited about the new job she was to start soon, working with the seniors in the new specially designed wing of the hospital.

She didn’t mention she was married or say anything about New Thimphu, and although she wore the heavy gold bracelet, no one commented on it, which both saddened and relieved her simultaneously. Saddened that her friends either didn’t notice or didn’t consider it interesting enough to mention and relieved because she wasn’t quite sure what to say about it. Chevaunne understood that, although these were her friends and likely they’d have lunch together from time to time, both she and they had already moved on, her to new friends at her new home and them tightening the circle, filling the gap that once had been her place. It was a very strange feeling yet not a bad one, nor a good one. Just weird.

“Are you okay about the changes?” Jim asked her as he drove her back.

She nodded. Already, New Thimphu was home. The thought had flashed into her mind out of nowhere, but she instantly recognized its accuracy. She was welcomed there, accepted, had a place. Her old life was a door that had closed behind her, and although she may miss her friends and visit with them from time to time, she didn’t want to return to that old life.

“Yes, my life lies with you, Sam, and Paul now, and I’m good with that,” she replied. As she said it, she knew it was true. She was all right with the idea of living in the new world the men had taken her to.

So much had happened in one short week. She spent time most days with Anh, Kiri, and Shiloah, and their friends. She really liked Shiloah’s mother, Orna, and loved spending time in their garden.

Dr. Russell, who seemed to be interested in Anh, was eager for Chevaunne to start work with the seniors. Construction of the new wing of the hospital was finished, but it was only semi-furnished and as yet unnamed. However, some of the seniors had already moved in, including Honored Grandmother. Occasionally, Chevaunne wondered if, had Dr. Russell not been there, Anh would have moved her great-grandmother in so quickly, but it was plain the old lady approved of Russell as well. He had two brothers and several sisters. She must ask Anh their names.

Two new settlers, brothers, were going to plant the courtyard garden for the seniors, and Shiloah and Orna would be involved in that, too, so Chevaunne knew she would be seeing more of all of them at work as well as in their free time.

True to their promise, one of her husbands was always around to help her and support her. Sam went into the office building each day, where he ran a small online financial services business. Paul managed the day-to-day accounts and bills for the family, but Sam handled their investments. Sam’s business had started off when he took over managing the family finances and had grown as it became apparent he had a flair for knowing when to buy and sell.

True to the ethos of the community, he made a small profit on transactions for community members and a much larger one from his online clients. But that, too, was fair. His results were much better than those of many other financial managers, and he hadn’t lost money during the global finance crisis. This meant that, financially speaking, her new family was very secure, and she really could choose whether or not to work and what career to follow.

Chevaunne helped Paul with household tasks, cooked a little with Sam, and spent some time out on the farm with Jim.

Her life was balanced and fulfilling both by day and by night.

As of next week she would work each morning with the seniors, helping them to shower and eat breakfast, then reading with them, talking to them, or doing some craftwork with them. Many of the seniors remembered traditional art, which was very stylized with certain shapes and patterns being very popular and therefore ideally suited for them to do. Although some of them had great difficulty remembering things that had just happened, traditional art from their youth was something they remembered clearly and enjoyed. Other grandparents still living out in the community would join in these sessions, too, so they would become a special social time for the elderly.

Chevaunne would stay to help the residents eat their midday meal then return home in the midafternoon with Sam, as their families would visit the seniors in the evenings and share the final meal of the day with them, and they napped in the afternoons.

Family menu-planning was a lot of fun as Chevaunne and the men explored favorite meals, and she and they learned to cook new dishes. Much of their food was no different from what she was used to, but every now and then, a vegetable, fruit, or dish would be mentioned that was new to her.

And every night the men made love to her. And it was very definitely making love, not fucking. Always they put her pleasure first, arousing her to new heights, ensuring she had more orgasms each night than she was used to having in a week.

From time to time, she’d had the opportunity for sex one on one with one of the men, but this early in her marriage it didn’t seem right. Not when all of them were always there at night and multiple penetration was so very, very good.

In some ways she was really loving the bareback sex, too, the slide of a naked penis inside her, touching her nerve endings, the hot splash of the cum burning a path inside her.

But in other ways, it was a worry. So much sex with three men could only mean a baby was in her future. And what would happen then? How would she keep their attention when she was the size of an elephant waddling around, or worse still, vomiting all day long as some women she’d cared for in the hospital had done. Sure, they’d said marriage was for life, but plenty of people in mainstream society said that, too, then divorced in the blink of an eye. What would happen to her if they no longer desired her, or worse, if she bored and annoyed them with pregnancy-related illnesses? And what about after a child was born? How would she cope with three hourly feeds and still have the strength to cope with three lusty men.

What would she do if they no longer wanted her?

How could she return to the city after being so much a part of New Thimphu? As well as finding a place to live, a new job, and all the usual things, she would have a child to support. Or worse still, how could she live on here without them, working to support herself and the child, and never seeing the men again. Never seeing Paul’s laughing, dancing eyes. Never feeling Sam’s long, talented fingers slide deep inside her cunt and scrape across the place that always drove her wild. Never walk around the barn looking for eggs with Jim while he told her stories from the men’s childhoods or the community’s traditions.

Shit! She really, really hoped she didn’t get pregnant for a long time.

* * * *

At the seniors’ facility, although the garden was just being laid out, the two new settlers who were helping with the heavy work had brought out several benches so the seniors could sit and watch them till the earth and plant seedlings.

The central courtyard itself was a stone floor like the hospital and senior’s wing, and on top of the stone, the workers had constructed big wooden garden beds. One bed would be an herb garden. Two others would be for flowers and the final one for fresh vegetables. In addition to the garden beds, there was a phalanx of huge pots with a tree in each one—pomegranates, oranges, apples, plums, cherries.

Every resident had his or her own room, decorated as the senior wished, with his or her own belongings. And each room had a large window looking out onto the central courtyard. The bathrooms, nurses’ offices, and treatment rooms were on the far side of the hallway from the residents’ rooms, and a sitting room had the only recognizable door, which was made of glass and opened into the courtyard.

Families entered and exited from the hospital via a fake “treatment room,” and that door was mirrored with a yellow lever up high enough to deter children from playing with it.

The exit was misleading to give the residents and their families peace of mind. Many of the seniors were frail, in which case they should not be trying to leave. Others were in the early stages of dementia, in which case they would be misdirected by the mirror, so this system was considered less intrusive than pass codes, swipe cards, or locked entry doors.

Chevaunne sat on a bench with Honored Grandmother and Grandfather Lim. Both had sharp, intelligent minds inside increasingly feeble bodies.

The controlled environment of New Thimphu was wonderful for the elderly, Chevaunne thought. Outside, there would be many days when it would be too hot or too cold or too windy for frail older people to enjoy a garden, but here they would never be sunburned or chilled.

“What is your name, young man?” the old lady asked the worker.

“Songstan, Honored Grandmother. Most people call me Stan.”

“The other man is named Goa, I am told. What are you planting here, Songstan?”

“In the center, tomatoes and corn. On one side, snow peas. Have you a favorite vegetable you would like us to grow?”

“Hmm. Red, yellow, and green. They are good, strong colors, flavorful vegetables. Red, yellow, and green peppers would be appropriate.”

“And chilies. Red, yellow, and green chilies,” added Grandfather Lim.

“Very good. There is one remaining side to this garden. Chevaunne, what would you like?”

“I had been thinking carrots, but that would quite spoil your color scheme. Cabbage, perhaps, or lettuce? Or red onions, although they are more purple in color really.”

Goa came over and joined them, and Chevaunne relaxed and listened while the four had a lively conversation about vegetables before finally deciding to plant radishes and squash on the fourth side of the box.

She was so happy here. The community was so much more loving and caring than the outside world. Everyone knew everyone else, but that was not the reason because in many small towns that would be the case, yet so often they, too, were filled with competitiveness and bitterness.

No, it had to be that these people had chosen to tread a different path. Their lifestyle was different because that was what they wanted. They followed the traditional ways instead of foregoing their traditions. They had adapted modern technology and modern methods of earning a living, yet they used those things within the framework of their traditional sexual practices.

And oh how she enjoyed their sexual practices! Having three men at once was more stimulating than she could ever have imagined it would be. But, more than that, she respected and appreciated them as individuals within the relationship.

She looked up as Shiloah, and her mother Orna came out into the courtyard. Shiloah smiled and walked across to her. “We’re going to plant a small rose garden over here,” she said, waving to one section of the garden. “There’ll be varieties with a very strong scent as many old people find their sense of smells dulls with age, and we want to be sure they can enjoy them.”

“What a good idea. Will you show my brother and me your rose garden, please, Shiloah? We both miss the land very much. Our family has farmed for many generations, but we found we couldn’t like the politics of our homeland anymore, so we came here to where the old ways prevail.”

“Of course, Stan. Mom and I work there for several hours each day, tending the plants, and then we work in our still room making the soaps and ointments and fragrances.”

“It’s a lot of work for two women. Yet you have no fathers or brothers to help you?”

“My husbands were falsely jailed for crimes they didn’t commit because people disapproved of our polyandrous lifestyle. Shiloah was just a baby then. By the time they were released from jail, they were broken men, so we came here. They had been deliberately infected with AIDS in jail by bigoted people. The doctors here cared for them until they rejoined their ancestors, and Shiloah and I began growing roses as a tribute to her fathers. Once we started making fragrances, we discovered we could earn credits doing something we loved.”

The conversation turned back to the choice of plants for the seniors’ garden, and Chevaunne mulled over Orna’s story. So much hatred and bigotry in the outside world. Shiloah’s fathers had harmed no one, yet the way they had been treated by outsiders had effectively been torture which had resulted in them dying in a horrible, painful way. Stan and Goa had come here to escape persecution, too. Yet here all four of them were, working together to make a beautiful garden for the old people to enjoy, offering peace and beauty instead of bitterness and malice.

She loved this place and these people. She never wanted to leave.

* * * *

Chevaunne had banned Sam from the kitchen tonight, wanting to make a favorite recipe of hers for them all. Laughing and protesting, he’d obeyed her, but she’d seen him stick his head around the doorway to watch her from time to time. On each occasion, she’d waved to him and made shooing motions with her hands, and he’d obediently retreated.

The meal was a meat and vegetable lasagna, quite simple to make but time-consuming as all the hard vegetables needed to be grated. It took her an hour to grate carrots, pumpkin, sweet potato, and cheese then chop onions, mushrooms, and tomatoes, to open cans of corn and peas, and to mix them all together with some sauces and spices.

She browned the meat and layered their largest cooking pan with sheets of pasta, meat, vegetables, and cheese, then put the meal in the oven to cook.

Sam appeared behind her, wrapped his hands around her waist, and picked her up, turning them around and sitting her on a chair.

“Let me make you a cup of coffee, and I’ll clean up these food preparation dishes for you.”

“It’s the cook’s job to clean up their mess, though,” she protested.

“It’s the husbands’ duty to care for their wife.”

“Sam, I love the way you all care for me, but I don’t want to be a duty. I’m happy to do my share of the work. You’ll spoil me.”

Sam wiped his hands on a dishcloth and knelt at her feet. “Chevaunne, for most of our lives, we’ve longed to have a wife to cherish. We’re trained from birth to care for and protect our women. For years and years, we doubted we’d ever find the right woman for all of us. When I first saw you in the hospital, I was so excited I could hardly pay attention to Honored Grandmother. All I could think of doing was phoning my brothers to tell them I’d found you at last.”

He took her hands in his and kissed her fingers passionately. “I love you with every cell in my body. We all do. We’d all do anything you want, search and find anything you need to make you happy. You are happy here, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am. You’re all so very good to me, and I like New Thimphu and its customs and values much more than I liked the outside world. But what will happen to me if one of you grows tired of me or falls in love with another woman?”

“That won’t happen. We looked and looked at all the other women, but none suited us.”

“But say a new family arrives with a daughter you prefer to me.”

“We are married, both in the eyes of our ancestors and by law.”

“So are people outside and half of all marriages end in divorce.”

“Not here. There has never been a divorce. In all the generations here, never has a marriage failed.”

“Surely you have seen marriages where there should have been a divorce, where the people were unhappy.”

Jim’s voice came from the doorway. Chevaunne looked up, surprised as he spoke. She hadn’t heard him come inside.

“I have only heard of that situation once. It was many years ago, where the two brothers could not agree on a wife and married a bride chosen by their fathers. None of them was content, but the whole community supported them, and, in the end, I believe they all found a degree of happiness. Father Yeshe would never let such a thing occur these days. If all the brothers are not agreed, there will be no marriage at all.”

Jim came across the room and knelt at her feet beside Sam. Paul appeared and joined them. “What has caused you to think these thoughts, Chevaunne? Are you unhappy? Are we doing something you dislike? Do you miss your friends?”

“You’re all wonderful to me, so much more loving than I could ever have imagined. And I’ve made friends with Anh, Kiri, Shiloah, and the other young women. It’s just…”

Jim swung her up into his arms, and they carried her to the sofa. There the men sat close together with her bottom on Jim’s lap and her legs over Sam’s and Paul’s.

“Spit it out, Chevaunne. Tell us what’s stressing you,” ordered Jim.

“We don’t use condoms. What happens when I get pregnant? What if I’m sick for months or need to rest in a hospital? What will you think when I’m fat and ugly and waddle breathlessly everywhere? What happens when the baby arrives and I’m up all night feeding it and look pale, and I’m tired all the time?”

“A daughter,” breathed Paul. “When I was a child, I wanted a baby sister, but a daughter would be so much better. You will always be my beautiful lady. Nothing will ever change that.”

“Our sons to inherit the farm. To walk where our ancestors walked,” added Sam.

“Any babe would be most welcome. But, Chevaunne, there’s no need to rush it. If you don’t feel ready, we’ll use condoms. It isn’t usual for our people because little ones are welcome. But it happens when people wish to space their family or already have as many children as they can care for. Have we been inconsiderate in this? I’m so sorry if we’ve been worrying you. But Paul’s right. We love you and our desire is always to help you. If you’re ill, we’ll care for you.”

Jim’s voice was strong, and he held her to him.

“Night feeds are no trouble. Our daughter won’t suffer if you express your breast milk and sleep while we give her a bottle. We’ll help feed her and bathe her, change her diapers,” added Paul.

“Jim’s right. There’s plenty of time. If you want to wait a while, we can do that. We’re all still young enough to wait until you feel ready.”

Chevaunne felt as if a huge burden was lifted from her shoulders. “You truly don’t mind? You’ll wait a little while for me? I love the bareback sex, but I need to really adjust to life here before I take on a baby. Well, three babies, I guess. Sons for Sam and a daughter for Paul.”

“Whatever you want. Whatever you need. Just ask us and we’ll do it for you. Now, how about you serve this special meal you made, and then one of us needs to go to the store and buy a box of condoms. A very big box of condoms,” said Sam.

* * * *

Chevaunne felt relaxed and happy surrounded by her men at the kitchen table. The huge pan she’d cooked the lasagna in now held nothing but a few kernels of corn, the occasional pea, a sliver of mushroom, and a miniscule piece of carrot.

All of them had acted true to their personality. Jim had dived in and forked up a huge mouthful, chewed, swallowed, nodded his appreciation, and immediately taken another bite.

Sam had tasted his serving carefully, asking about the ingredients, the spices and sauces she’d used, and oven temperature.

Paul had served everyone coffee, bustled around getting fresh bread and butter, grabbing bites as he bounced around the kitchen, and still managed to eat as much as everyone else.

He took the pan to the sink and filled it with warm water to soak clean. “I don’t know why you don’t get indigestion, Paul. You move around so much while you’re eating.” She laughed.

“Youngest child syndrome. I had to eat fast, or my brothers would have stolen my share,” he said, laughing.

“As if our fathers would have let us do that. You were ever the spoiled baby,” scoffed Sam.

Soon they were all laughing and telling stories about each other. Sam and Paul insisted Jim, as eldest, had always had extra privileges. Sam said that as the middle child he was never the special eldest nor the spoiled youngest but rather the neglected middle one. Paul asserted the older two boys had never let him join in their fun. While Jim said he’d always had to look after the younger two and give up his favorite toys to them.

But it was all said with fun and laughter. There was no bitterness or malice. Instead, they had tears rolling down their faces from the wild stories as each tried to go one better than the others with their embellished tales.

Chevaunne wrapped her arms around her waist as she laughed and laughed. Their stories were so deliberately exaggerated yet told with a flair for fun and drama. I haven’t laughed this much in years. I do love them all so much, and it’s awesome fun just sharing a meal with them. Living with them here is so much better than anything I’ve ever experienced before.

* * * *

The three men quickly tidied the kitchen, and then they all moved to their bedroom. This part of the day was wonderful, too. They always made love to her so completely, so fully that she was cherished and possessed beyond her wildest imaginings. They were inventive, considerate lovers, always ensuring her pleasure and constantly amazing her with their wicked mouths and hands. They aroused all her senses, sometimes playing soft background music, sometimes lighting scented candles or incense sticks, sometimes putting colored light bulbs in the lamps so the room was bathed in blue or green or pink light. Each night was a new sensual feast. Tonight’s new adventure would be the condoms.

While she’d finished the meal preparations with Sam’s help, and Paul had set the table and made their coffee, Jim had hurried to the community center and purchased a large box of condoms. Textured condoms.

“If we have to cover up, we might as well make it extra good for you,” he’d said as he showed her his purchase.

Now, in the bedroom, Paul upended the box on their bed, and the four of them sifted through the contents, feeling soft bumps, big bumps, ridges, and other patterns and textures. “We should have thought of this ourselves. What a magnificent way to rev your engines, beautiful lady,” he said.

“Mmm,” she agreed, stroking her finger along a series of bumps and feeling matching goose bumps break out on her skin as she did so.

“Thank you for being so understanding and patient with me. I do want children, but just not yet. Everything has happened so fast. My whole world changed in a nanosecond, it seems.”

“Chevaunne, your happiness is the most important thing to all of us,” said Jim, kissing her lips softly.

Cream dripped onto her panties as her belly clenched with need. She really was the luckiest woman in the whole world. She’d been abducted by three extremely handsome and incredibly loving men. They’d taken her to a whole new world where she was cherished and adored, allowed to work or not as she chose, and when she’d asked for time and space to make her own decisions, they’d unhesitatingly agreed.

She grabbed Jim and kissed him, then Sam, then Paul. “I love you all so much,” she said, then kissed them all again.

“You do? Really?” asked Paul, kissing her back heartily.

“You’ve forgiven us for abducting you? You understand it’s the way of our people to capture our bride?” asked Sam.

“Yes, I understand. You chose me and followed your traditions. Why do your people kidnap—abduct—their brides though? Please tell me that story.”

“You know all the brothers must agree on the choice of the bride. The woman must be one they all love and respect and are prepared to cherish,” began Jim.

Chevaunne nodded. They’d explained that to her several times before. She understood it was a very important part of their culture.

“An abduction is something that needs to be planned carefully and carried out cooperatively. The men must fuck their woman, but she has to agree to the fucking. She has to give the men permission to enter her body,” continued Sam.

Chevaunne nodded thoughtfully. The men had asked her that. They’d aroused her, teasing and tormenting her sexually, but had not instigated sex until she’d agreed to the fucking.

“All this takes time and much preparation,” said Jim.

“In days of old, you grabbed your woman and threw her over your horse, then galloped away. But you needed to have somewhere safe ready to gallop to. If you dropped her in the nearest field, likely she’d tell you to go to hell rather than to go ahead,” contributed Paul.

Chevaunne grinned. “Yes, so not romantic.”

“So by the time the brothers agreed on a woman, planned the abduction, and prepared everything for the ravishment of the maiden, they had to be wholeheartedly on board with the idea. No one would go to so much trouble just for a few minutes of sexual relief. Mostly they’d have the house and bedroom ready for her, so they could show her how good a match they would be,” added Sam.

“Okay, I see that. It all makes sense.”

“So can we ravish you now?” asked Paul, undoing her sandals and dropping them to the floor.

“I’m not sure. Let me think it over.”

“While you’re thinking, I’ll help you out of this very pretty blouse. It’s in the way.” Sam’s fingers were already sliding the buttons through the holes.

Jim didn’t even ask. He slid the zipper on her jeans down and tugged them over her hips. Paul helped by pulling them down over her feet, and they joined her sandals and blouse on the floor.

“I love this black lace. It’s delicate and feminine like you are, yet strong, too, as you are. And the color is perfect against your creamy skin.” Jim’s hot mouth was on her breast, sucking her nipple through the lace.

Chevaunne groaned and tangled her fingers in Jim’s thick, black hair. It was just a fraction longer than Sam’s, resting on his collar in back and so dark it shone blue-black in the lamplight.

Paul’s head joined Jim’s, his mouth on her other breast. His hair was just as dark but a finer texture and baby-soft. She rested a hand on each head and enjoyed the differences in texture, but it was so hard to concentrate when their sucking on her breasts was arousing her to a fever pitch of need for a cock inside her.

She felt Sam’s weight on the bed at her feet and saw he was naked except for his condom. He pulled her panties down her legs and off her feet, then lowered his head and licked the length of her slit. Oh, that felt wonderful. He had a devastatingly effective tongue. He knew just when to press hard and when to let it glide across her skin to arouse her the most. As Paul and Jim kept sucking her breasts, Sam slid his tongue round and round her clit, teasing it but never touching it. She thrust her hips up into his mouth and pressed the men’s heads harder to her breasts, wiggling her body, trying to ease the tension building inside her.

Paul and Jim sat up and pulled her upper body off the bed to unsnap her bra and take it off. Paul twirled it in one hand then threw it onto the nightstand while Jim slid off the bed to get undressed. As soon as he climbed back on the bed, Paul undressed. All the while, the men licked and sucked her skin, keeping her highly aroused but not enough to orgasm.

Sam lay on his back, and the other men lifted Chevaunne onto him. Gratefully, she sat up then sank down on his cock, gradually sinking deeper and deeper on it until his balls pressed hard against her body and her pussy was deliciously full and stretched. For a moment, she rested there, sitting upright, and wiggled her hips to let his cock slide all around her walls, teasing them both with the promise of what would come next.

Then she relented and lay flat on his body, allowing Paul to drizzle the oil into her anus. Chevaunne loved the anal play that preceded one of the men entering her. Often, all three engaged in vaginal and oral sex, but she particularly enjoyed sex with all of them inside her simultaneously. Somehow it seemed to bind them all together much more tightly than any other kind of sex.

While Paul stretched and teased her ass, Jim kneeled at her head and held his cock near her mouth.

Yum. Each man tasted slightly different, and she delighted in their different scents and tastes. Today, Jim had used a very masculine soap, and the male musky spice of him had an erotic carnality that drove her need higher the moment she licked his flesh. His cock was red with need, engorged, and the vein throbbed visibly.

Slowly, she pushed her tongue under the foreskin to taste that first drop of pre-cum. Salty, tart, spicy. Totally delicious.

She sucked his head in her mouth, wiggling her hips a little as she did so to tease the other two men. Beneath her, Sam groaned.

Smiling around Jim’s cock, she relaxed the back of her throat, tilted her head back, and sucked him deep, taking in as much of him as she could, then gradually letting him slip out so she could trail her tongue along his stalk and rub it down inside his foreskin and over the sensitive cockhead.

Paul separated her butt cheeks and pressed his cock at her entry. The other men held still as he pushed against the muscles. With a slight pop, they opened for him and he sank inside, sliding deep into her dark channel and making them all sigh with fulfillment.

As always, she felt totally possessed, fulfilled, and cherished in this position, surrounded by her men, every opening filled.

Then with a single push, they all started to move together. All three of them sliding out a little way, then all of them thrusting in again in perfect unison. It was the first time the men had used this particular technique, and Chevaunne’s senses were on total overload, every nerve firing, every inch of her skin sensitized, heart pounding, sweat breaking out on her brow, belly clenching again and again with desire.

She tried to concentrate on sucking Jim, but it was a hopeless, losing battle. Hands and mouths were on her everywhere, tweaking her nipples, stroking her skin, kissing her face. She patted and touched in return, but her brain was fried, her nerves screaming for release. The orgasm coiled in her core was rising fast and hard. With every pistoning stroke in and out, she grew closer and closer, less coherent, more desperate. She rolled Jim’s balls between her fingers with one hand and petted Paul with the other while her legs gripped Sam’s sides.

Then she couldn’t think, couldn’t move as the orgasm exploded through her body, crashing up her spine and out the top of her head with the force of a charge of dynamite. Her whole body seemed to blow apart for long moments as waves of release crashed through her. All three men climaxed with her, jets of hot cum burning through the latex in her pussy and ass and hitting the back of her throat.

Quickly, she swallowed as she gasped and panted while more aftershocks hit her, and her arms and legs thrashed wildly in reaction.

Gradually, they sank down onto the mattress in a pile of sweaty, tangled limbs, the men rolling her onto her side and all of them wrapping her inside their arms.

“I love you all so much. It just gets better and better,” she whispered.

“Beautiful lady, you haven’t seen anything yet,” said Paul.

THE END

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Berengaria is a multi-published author of erotic romance: contemporary, paranormal (ghosts, vampires, fairies and werewolves) and Regency-set historical. She loves to read all different kinds of romance so that is what she writes: one man/one woman; two women; two men; two men/one woman; three men, two women/one man…. Whatever the characters need for their very hot happily-ever-after, Berengaria makes sure they get it.

Also by Berengaria Brown

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Ménage Amour: Forever Yours 2: Complexity

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