Epilogue

Epilogue

Sam

Six years later

Istick my head beneath the waterfall and wash the suds from my hair, the cool, crystal clear water coasting down my bare back. Bar of soap in hand, I lather my chest, my belly, wincing as I cross over the red bite marks. Cassie was in rare form last night, wasn’t she? As soon as our sons were fast asleep, me and Miles passed our wife back and forth for hours, giving her the rough sex she’s come to love. When the three of us couldn’t take any more of the pleasure, Cassie lay between us, whispering how much she loved us. How she couldn’t live without us.

And we told her in return. Miles and I tell her constantly. The words seem to be perched on our tongues all damn day until they explode from us at night.

Wading toward the shore, I tip my head back and let the sunshine warm my wet body. My cock and balls are heavy, thanks to memories of last night, but it’s nothing new. With a treasure like Cassie for a wife, I’ve learned to withstand the state of sexual frustration she keeps me in, because the payoff is never short of extraordinary.

We live off the land, out here in nature. Me, Miles and Cassie.

We live off each other.

It’s not an exaggeration to say the only thing we need is each other. Which is a good thing, because the day I killed Mooney, we left the farm and only go back once a year for unscheduled reunions with her father. In order to keep me safe from the law. Right after we left, Cassie sent her father a note to let him know she was happy and after his initial anger that we stole her away, realized he could share in her happiness or lose her completely. Thankfully, he embraced our unusual marriage and learned to be comfortable with Miles and I both calling her wife.

At first, it was hard to accept Miles and Cassie’s love wholeheartedly. After all, I’m a man on the run. A criminal. How could I accept such a selfless act as these two people giving up life as they knew it, just to be with me?

Over time, with a lot of love and attention from Cassie, I stopped viewing myself as a former inmate and started thinking of myself as a devoted husband. A caring father. I am those things, because I’ve been taught what love feels like. What it looks like. I’m the happiest man alive and I don’t question my worthiness anymore. But I do spend every day making sure I stay worthy of this beautiful life.

Not bothering with clothes, I lay down on the grass, closing my eyes and letting the sun warm my face. Down a way near the shore are my catches of the day. Fish I’ll use to nourish my family. To do my part. Cassie is doing lessons with the boys right now, but as soon as the sun heads west in the sky, I’ll bring home dinner. She’ll turn and smile at me from her place at the kitchen table and I’ll start counting the minutes until night falls and we can immerse ourselves in her.

I laugh and shake my head, remembering how I couldn’t last a full three minutes last night. Not any of the times I fucked my wife. Miles and I would swear on a stack of bibles that her cunt gets a little tighter every year. It might make us cavemen, but our sweet wife and her wonder pussy are one of the reasons we’ve chosen to live in the wilderness. We don’t trust men anywhere near her.

She’s ours. Mind, body and soul.

That’s the way it’s going to stay.

I’m determined to last longer tonight, so I reach down and fist my cock, intending to clear the pipes before I head home. I picture Cassie’s quivering, pink pussy, so bare and tight, and in no time, I’m beating off hard, my cock turning purple in my hand from the pressure I have to apply to make it anywhere near as tight as my girl’s fuck hole.

“Mmmm.” I bite down my my lip. “Good girl, Cassie, baby. Ride it right.”

A feminine giggle makes me pause, even though it hurts. I’m so close to coming just from picturing my wife that when I open my eyes, I wonder if I’m imagining her there. But no, it’s her. In real life. She’s in a flimsy, baby blue slip—the same shade as her eyes—and it’s drenched from wading through the water.

“The boys are down for a nap,” Cassie murmurs, climbing out onto the grassy bank and kneeling down in front of me, the translucent silk molded to her high tits. Her black choker is now braided together with a red one from me, plus a white one to represent her pure heart. “You rang?”

Behind her in the distance is Miles, hot on her trail with a shotgun over his shoulder as always. I nod at him, he nods back and I refocus on Cassie, my beautiful Cassie. Surrounded in sunshine, she’s so goddamn gorgeous it hurts and I have to start jacking my cock again, choked sounds escaping my lips.

Cassie regards me curiously, tucking a long strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “You didn’t want to wait until tonight?”

“I thought I could go longer if I take the edge off,” I push through my teeth.

“How many times have we tried that, man?” Miles asks, coming to stand above us. “It never works.” He carefully lays his shotgun down in the grass and kneels down behind Cassie, between my outstretched ankles. “One she starts milking us, there’s no lasting. It’s like her body craves the come and does whatever it takes to get it.”

Miles wraps a hand around the back of Cassie’s neck, making her lips pop open, her eyes grow dazed. In the space of a moment, this girl can transform from goddess, mother, wife…to fuck toy, and she does it now, letting Miles guide her down over my straining cock.

“Look at the pain you’ve put him in. Suck him off, little girl.” With a grunt, Miles unzips his jeans and removes his own hard dick, smacking it against the curve of her ass. “But don’t forget to bend over nice and low for Daddy. He wants some, too.”

Her warm mouth wraps around me and I toss my head back with a groan, my heels digging into the earth. Fuck, what she does to me. It’s torture. It’s heaven.

It’s filthy. So filthy watching Miles fuck her from behind, banging the tits right out of her wet slip, making her moan and whimper around my cock. She calls for Daddy and I’d be lying if the fantasies that single word conjures don’t get me off. Sometimes I play the butcher come calling to collect an overdue tab, but Miles has no money to pay, so he lets me fuck Cassie in the back room of our cabin as payment. Other times, I pretend to be Cassie’s boyfriend, over at the house to study. Daddy comes in and catches her…and can’t help but joining in.

There’s a bottomless treasure trove of fantasies, and if we had until the end of time, we wouldn’t be able to enact them all.

But most of the time, there is no greater fantasy than us. Just us.

And we revel in each other now, Cassie smiling up at me with her eyes as she sucks me toward orgasm, Miles’s expression one of pure ownership as he rides Cassie’s pussy from behind. There’s something about the three-way eye contact that does us in every time, as if the acknowledgment of what we have is orgasmic in itself. This time is no exception.

Cassie comes first, as always, her petite body trembling, her screams vibrating down the stalk of my shaft. Burning me, ending me. I lose the ability to think straight, just upthrusting into her perfect mouth, purging myself of the semen in my balls. Then Miles. He falls atop Cassie, pressing his chest to her back and gritting his teeth. Giving her one. Hard. Pump. After. The other.

Cursing and shaking through his climax.

We all fall panting into the grass, beneath the sky of our paradise.

Cassie’s left hand reaches out, her fingers lacing with mine. Her other one entwines with Miles’s. She squeezes us both and we all communicate our utter contentment with a sigh.

“I love you both. My men.”

“We love you, too, Cassie. Our girl. Forever.”

THE END