CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

SEBASTIAN

As I watch Stella dance with Gage, and Lucy with Mav, I think back to the very first time they caught my eye on the internet. I knew they were fucking perfect but this, I never imagined. Of course, I would've changed my plans back then, if I knew Gage was going to ruin them. I know now though, had I done that it would have ruined everything. This is how it was supposed to be.

For a long time, I've struggled with my sexuality, well, ever since Gage coerced me into getting a blow job from him. It only got worse when I realized I enjoyed his touch, his mouth on mine, and yes, his dick inside me. Our society makes sexuality important. It's not as simple for me as it is for Gage. Sure, I can get on board with ‘if it feels good, do it', but I, for some reason, needed to label myself and I couldn't. At times I have felt like I was losing my mind. I thought I must surely still be straight, because the only man I could ever imagine being with is Gage. However, things changed when we had our little sex train. When I had Mav's cock in my mouth, I wanted more, all of him. And I wanted it fucking desperately. I still do. When he kissed me after our ceremony, I felt it in my entire body. It wasn't a pornographic kiss, but it started a fire in my soul regardless.

I'm fairly certain at this point, I'm a bi-sexual man and I think that's okay. I'm not ashamed, not anymore. I love two men and two women; for me, it's normal. It doesn't feel wrong, it feels completely natural and if anybody doesn't like it, they can go fuck themselves.

Gage grins at me, after finishing a particularly filthy kiss with Stella that seems to have scorched the earth, because suddenly it's hot as hell out here.

He walks her over to me, and I take her in my arms and dance with her, while stealing my own dirty kisses from her. She looks edible in her white dress. It's made from a soft silky material, the top is a halter design showing off those shoulders I love to kiss and gathers around the bottom of the bust and flows past her knees. Lucy's dress is similar, they look like the same dress, except hers has spaghetti straps instead of the halter. Both women look decadent, and I'm sure we'll have fun peeling them out of their clothing. I can hardly wait to see what they're wearing underneath.

She wraps her arms around my neck, pulls me down and whispers in my ear, "I love you."

To this day, hearing those words from my women causes emotion to swell in my chest, because I can't believe I could ever be so lucky for them to love me freely.

"I love you too, baby."

It's the truth. What started out as a perverse sexual desire, developed a life of its own and grew to monstrous proportions. All the love we share is about to grow by another two small people. It doesn't get better than this.

Lucy comes up and taps me on the shoulder with a scowl. "What about me?"

I chuckle and take her into my arms, and Mav grabs Stella, and kisses her like she's a life force he can't live without. Leaning down, I press my lips to Lucy's, and she grabs my shirt aggressively, pulling me closer, and slides her tongue against mine. Needy little thing. She whimpers into my mouth like she wants so much more than a kiss could provide, but of course we need to feed our brides.

GAGE

All three of us men have massive sexual appetites, I'm probably the worst or the best out of us, depending on who you ask. Not fucking our women for the last two days has been torture. If it were up to me, I'd skip this dinner and fuck them instead. Of course, both Mav and Sebastian have reminded me that today is not about us guys, but our women, and giving them what they need. That's the only reason I'm sitting here with a raging hard on, while we watch Lucy and Stella lick their lips in between bites. Are they doing that on purpose? Maybe they want me to lay them out on this table and feast on them.

As if he can read my mind, Mav grabs my thigh. "Easy, man."

I groan a little less subtly than I should. "A little to the right, Sweet Cheeks."

He retracts his hand, which is disappointing, but completely expected. Sebastian must feel my pain, because he reaches his hand under the table and grabs my dick, squeezing it, before massaging his thumb over the head. I can't hold myself back another second, so I grab him by his hair and pull him to me for a kiss.

Of course, I hear Stella complaining, "Can we at least have cake first?"

Pulling back from Sebastian, I sigh audibly, because I want them to know I'm annoyed, but again this is for them.

"Of course. I'd like you to be well fed before the things we do to you tonight."

Lucy shrugs her shoulders with a ‘whatever,' look. "You've done everything there is to do to us. So that's fine."

Mav and I share a chuckle, because we have not, but I don't say anything because they'll figure that out soon enough.

"Come on, wives. Let's get you some delicious cake."

We walk over to the three-tier cake I had delivered this morning. We really didn't need that big of a cake, but I wanted leftovers for Stella's growing sweet tooth. And of course, I was reminded that the top tier has to be frozen until our first anniversary. Then there were the other rules. Don't smear their faces with cake. No eating the cake out of their pussies on account of infections. What they don't realize is, I only live by one rule. ‘If it feels good, do it.' I'm much like a child, when you put too many restrictions on me, my behavior only gets worse. I nod to Sebastian as I pick up the plate with cake the servers left, before they cleared out. I pick up a tiny bite on the fork and feed it to Stella nicely. She smiles but it quickly disappears when she realizes Sebastian is unzipping her dress.

"What are you doing?" she asks with a shocked expression.

Sebastian removes her bra, and I smear cake all over her breasts. "Eating cake, baby."

I grab her waist and pull her to me and lean down, so I can lick the icing from her pretty nipples. She leans back against Pretty Boy's chest with a moan, when I take a nipple into my mouth and suck hard.

MAV

I'm a married fucking man, and I'm sweetly feeding wedding cake to Lucy, while Gage already has Stella half naked and he's eating cake off her tits. I should have thought of that. Gage is a fucking perv, even more than me, but still, that should have occurred to me. I feed Lucy another bite, then turn her chin so she can see what they're doing.

"Want to eat some cake off me, baby?" Lucy rolls her eyes at me, my little wife, and points at them, like I'm not already fucking devouring them with my eyes.

"Why can't you eat some off me like that?" Fuck yeah, I reach for her straps, and she catches my hands. "Wait! I want more cake first. It's really good."

Gage catches her words and winks at me, which, I mean, what the fuck, man? Don't wink at me like that. Does he get that it's so flirty? Lucy's now watching him with a frown.

"What did he mean by that?" she asks warily, and I lower the fork and her next bite of cake, as I wonder that myself.

"The wink? Maybe he's just horny. Gage, are you flirting with me again, for fuck's sake?"

Gage starts laughing, and shakes his head, but now he's got me wondering what the hell he's thinking about. He should be thinking about Stella's tits, looking so fucking delicious covered in cake like that. Still, Pretty Boy just took over sucking on her nipples anyway, so at least our little wife is getting attention still.

I turn back to Lucy, lifting the fork once more, groaning as her full lips wrap around it and she practically sucks the cake from it. Jesus, I need to get them around my dick, I mean she can still have cake at the same time. I reach down and press my hand against my cock in my pants, and take a deep breath, fighting every fucking urge right now. First, she needs to have enough food in her before she gets the rest of us in her. We'll look after our wives, see?

"More, baby? I like feeding you."

Gage snorts, and draws both of our attention again, and even Stella and Pretty Boy are eyeing him suspiciously now.

"What? I think he's saying he wants to feed her his dick, that's all." He's not wrong, but still, he's been a smug fucker all day, and I know we're all feeling a bit that way, because look at our fucking wives… and husbands? Jesus. I married four people today, not just two. I need to remember that.

Lucy lifts up a forkful of cake while I'm dithering, and I'm about to stop her, because I want to be the one putting things in that mouth, but she's lifting it to me instead, so I let her feed it to me. I'm not really a cake person, but it's good. Rich, creamy, chocolate and cherries… and that makes me think of taking Lucy's cherry. Well, all her cherries.

"Dammit, Mav, you look like you're about to devour me. Can we just have more of this yummy cake?"

"Yeah, it's safe, I didn't bake it," Gage mutters, and that's it, what the fuck is he talking about?

"Fucking spit it out, man." That smirk is getting knocked off his face in a minute, but I think he gets that we're all expecting an explanation, since he made comments like this through dinner too.

"Gage?" Stella asks, pushing his fingers away as he reaches for her chin. He rolls his eyes, his smirk a full-on fucking grin now.

"I cooked breakfast for you all, that's all. I made it special. It was a special day, so it deserved something… uh…"

Stella suddenly smacks his chest. "Oh my god, you sick bastard! I knew those pancakes were salty!"

What? What the actual fuck? Sebastian's chuckling, the asshole, so maybe he was in on it, but I'm starting to realize what the fucker did. In the fucking pancakes?! I ate those too!

"I'm gonna fucking kill you!"

Lucy gags and covers her mouth. "Oh god, I'm going to puke."