“God, yes!” I said. Then I took the band from the box and slipped it on my finger.
My four guys began to reach into their pockets at the same time, pulling out gold bands of their own. I watched as they all put them on.
I don’t know how it began, but the next thing I knew, we were in Seki’s bedroom and I was riding Hank’s cock for all I was worth. Seki knelt behind me and fingered my clit as I bounced on Hank’s lap. It didn’t take long until I felt an orgasm surge through me. I’d hardly had any time to come down from, well, cumming, before Seki positioned himself and slid his thick cock inside my ass.
I moaned, loving every inch of them buried inside me.
With Hank rubbing my clit, it didn’t take long for me to cum again. When I opened my eyes again, I was met with Ben’s cock just inches from my face.
Ah, I thought, I know what they’re doing.
With each orgasm I had, they were giving me another cock to play with. The thought made me shiver.
I licked the head of Ben’s dick, tasting his precum, before I grabbed his ass and pushed him inside my mouth. I gulped him straight down my throat, sucking him deeper into my mouth than I’d ever sucked anyone.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Ace wet his fingers before he began to toy with my clit too. Only a few seconds passed before my body shot off like a rocket, like a bolt of lightning.
Cumming with three cocks inside me at once was a strange, and strangely hot, experience. One that I couldn’t wait to try again.
Ace went to stand next to Ben and I licked both of them at the same time. After teasing them for a bit, I drew them both into my mouth and moaned.
Later, while we all laid together, spread out across the floor of Seki’s bedroom, I felt a sense of contentedness wash over me. I just knew everything was going to be okay.
8 months later
I thought I knew what love was, but I’d never known a love like the love I had for my son. Holding him in my arms for the first time, looking at his small face, was the best moment of my life.
Dressed in light green gowns, Hank, Ben, Seki, and Ace took turns holding him, the delight written over each of their faces. It made my heart feel so full to see my little boy with his fathers.
I decided to take the first letter of each of my husbands’ names to create the name Bash. Everyone loved the name.
The guys decided that Ben should be the one to sign the birth certificate, standing by their agreement to forgo a DNA test. I was glad they didn’t want to know who the birth father was. I didn’t want to know either.
As the weeks passed, I thought I saw a small piece of each of them inside our new son. I knew that it was possible for them all to be the biological father, but it didn’t stop me from finding similarities. It was probably just wishful thinking on my part, but there wasn’t anything wrong with that.
Soon, another Thanksgiving was upon us. It was a joyful day, but the most surprising part was when my parents called me and told me they were sorry about what happened last year. I knew they were both upset by Sadie’s disappearance, but I couldn’t deny that their rejection stung.
But they both insisted we needed to get together for Christmas so they could meet Bash. I insisted that they would have to come to the ranch and meet my husbands if they wanted to be part of my life. I was surprised that they agreed.
As for our sex life, well, it changed a little. After the doctor gave me the all-clear to have sex again, each of my husbands insisted on wearing protection while I went back on the pill. Someday, however, I wanted to have another kid or two. Just not anytime soon. For now, I was content to finally find my place in Montana with my four husbands.