Tia

“Banks looks miserable as usual,” Huxley says, nodding towards where Giles and Banks sit in loungers by the spring’s edge. I glance over to where he is looking but then fix my gaze on the man who has his arms wrapped around me.

The warm water surrounds us, and Hux holds me against him, my legs wrapped around his waist. Our bare bodies reveal our desire. His cock is growing and my nipples are tight. Salinger comes up behind me and brushes my hair away from my neck, then kisses my shoulder.

God, I love my husbands. I press my face against Hux’s solid chest and when I do, I can’t help but look in the direction of the two men off in the corner.

Hux is right, Bank does look stressed, even more than normal. And I know why.

Me.

I twist my lips, wishing we could push aside the intensity of our lives for just a little while. But then Banks’ eyes narrow as he concentrates on whatever Giles is saying, and I know for both of them, they carry their pain everywhere they go.

Looking into Huxley’s glacial eyes, I tell him the truth. “I think he’s worried that I won’t get pregnant in time.”

“Worrying isn’t going to help,” Hux grins at me, blue eyes flashing. “But I know what will.”

I laugh as his hand roams across my breast, then lightly squeezes the nipple, sending little shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

This.

This is what I need, what we all need.

To have a little fun.

His naked body tempts me, and his chiseled abs are begging me to run my hands across them. I kiss him lightly, and while I want to take this to the next level with my husbands, the fact that Banks is looking so grumpy leaves a sour taste in my mouth.

“What is it?” he asks, a master at reading people.

“I keep getting stuck in my head.”

“Then stop for a second and look up, look around you Tia,” Huxley says. “The world is fucked up, but it’s also kind of beautiful.”

Huxley and I pull apart and swim under the dome wall, then lean our backs against the stones of the natural spring. This part of the spring is uncovered, and we’re open to nature. It’s incredible how warm the water is compared to the crisp air and snow-topped mountains that surround us.

“It is gorgeous out here,” I say looking up into the trees, heavy cedar branches with the afternoon sun filtering through them. Birds fly overhead and in the distance, a squirrel runs to and fro. There are snow banks around us and the steam from the hot springs makes the place seem magical.

The old resort is still stocked with beds and a kitchen, and it’s like a hidden oasis.

Salinger swims closer to us, and I’m grateful to be with him and Hux. They are both so good at putting me at ease, making me smile, and helping me to not take things so seriously.

We swim, splash, laugh and enjoy the moment. And it’s perfect. Shivering from the cool air that hits my cheeks, I swim back under the dome where my other husbands are.

“How did you know about this place again?” I ask Salinger when he emerges beside me.

We move through the shoulder deep water and sit on the natural stone seating in the spring.

“I heard about it from a colleague. He said he brought his wife up here once.” He looks at me with raised eyebrows and his cocky smile I know and love. “Said it was the weekend he knocked her up.”

Laughing as Salinger pulls me to his lap, I give him a crooked smile of my own. “Is that your plan then?”

Sal shrugs, his hands on my ass. “Well, his wife and son survived. Thought it might be good luck.”

I wrap my arms around Salinger’s neck. Straddling him while naked is heavenly. “I love that kind of thinking. Good vibes, positive energy, couldn’t hurt, right?”

“Exactly.” He brushes a wet strand of hair from my eyes. “I know it’s scary, but God, Tia. I’d love to make a baby with you.”

I bite down hard on my lip, feeling a surge of emotion, knowing Huxley heard that, wondering what he might think of Salinger’s strong words. The men around me must sense that the mood is changing because I feel Giles, Fal, and Em all coming closer. Even Banks is near enough to hear the words we’re exchanging.

“I didn’t know you wanted a baby so badly, Sal,” I admit.

“Even if it wasn’t our responsibility to try and conceive, I know having a child with you would be my life’s great honor.” Salinger looks deep into my eyes and I see his love for me, it’s so real.

“I feel the same way. I mean... I’m scared, but...” I shake my head, closing my eyes.

“What is it?” Em asks, coming up behind me.

“I don’t want to get my hopes up. But sometimes... sometimes I let myself fantasize.”

“Is that so?” Huxley asks, a sexy grin on his face.

“Not that kind of fantasy,” I say, laughing again. “I mean the fantasy of having a healthy baby, raising it with the six of you. I know it’s ridiculous but--”

“It’s not ridiculous,” Banks says tightly. “It’s going to happen.”

I look over at him on the edge of the hot spring, and so badly want him closer. He finally put his papers away and has joined us, even though unlike everyone else he’s wearing swimming trunks.

Turning around in Salinger’s lap, so my back is against his chest, his cock hard against my ass, I reach for Banks and pull him toward me. He allows me to lead him toward the circle and I lean back against Sal as Banks stands in front of me, his fists clenching and I just know he is itching to massage one of my breasts, to suck my nipples and draw them into his warm mouth.

“Tell us more about the fantasy,” Fallon says beside us, a hungry look in his eyes, nonplussed at the fact Banks is looking at me just as hungrily.

My husbands are so good at sharing me and a surge of desire washes over me at the thought of all of them giving me such rapt, undivided attention.

My cheeks flush. There are so many things I might say.

“I fantasize that you Fal, are on your knees, kissing my round, pregnant belly. I picture myself looking down at you, a father of my child, knowing that you’d do anything to keep us safe.”

“That turns you on?” he asks, his voice low and gravely.

“Yes,” I say softly. “And you’d pull me to the bed and kiss my pussy.”

“Good God, woman,” Fallon groans, pulling me towards him and kissing me hard.

Salinger moves in the water, pulling himself to the edge of the spring and sitting on the stones, his legs in the water. Then, he pulls me back to his lap, so that only my legs are in the water.

This time though, he grabs my knees and spreads them apart. The cool air whips over my body, but his hands begin massaging my breasts, warming them up.

Fallon moves closer, lowering his head, and he begins to kiss my exposed pussy. He breathes hot air against me, and I instantly begin moaning. His tongue explores my folds with such need that my pussy clenches, knowing it won’t take him long to make me orgasm. I’m already digging my hands into his shoulders.

“You look so beautiful,” Emerson says, watching as my pussy is taken by Fallon’s greedy mouth. His hand begins to pump his shaft and so do my other husbands.

Under me, Salinger lifts my ass, and fingers my hole, opening me up before inching his solid shaft into my bottom. The smooth way in which he leads me against him has me crying out in ecstasy as Fallon’s sucks hard against my clit, my release revealing how good this feels.

Salinger’s cock is buried in my ass and Fallon licks me up and down, causing a glorious friction to rush over my body. I’m moving up and down as my backside is taken, and Salinger’s hands massage my breasts as Fallon’s hands grip my hips, pulling me deeper and deeper against his face.

When I finish coming against Fallon, he moves back, and Giles steps forward, his thick cock at attention. He wastes no time pressing his length inside of my tight pussy, and I cry out, my hands on his chest as the sensation of being filled with two massive cocks at the same time overwhelms me. It feels so good, so erotic, and I feel close to bursting.

But before I do, Huxley steps onto the stones in the hot spring, on the right side of me, and I look over at him, realizing his cock is right at the height of my mouth. I reach for his hard length and pull him into my mouth, wanting to suck him off, wanting my body to be filled with come as my husbands bury their seed deep inside of me.

Giles and Salinger grunt and I know they are so close. I tighten my suction around Huxley’s erection and begin to suck him more vigorously.

His cock is veiny, throbbing in my mouth and when he comes, it’s hard, his seed sliding down my throat just the way I wanted. I suck him off, more and more until his release is spent.

Salinger begins to come too, my ass so full of him that I can hardly breathe. I cry out in pleasure, screaming his name as he barrels his cock inside of me, finishing just as Giles rams himself deeper inside of my pussy, coming hard as I claw at his firm chest, holding onto him as the glorious orgasm washes over all of us simultaneously.

I’m delirious with pleasure as Giles and Salinger pull out and I’m panting for breath. We all laugh knowing what just happened was the hottest group session we’ve had to date, but I also know it is far from over. Some of my husbands didn’t get in on the action and I need to remedy that.

Emerson hands me a glass of white wine and I guzzle it. Maybe not the best way to hydrate, but being taken this way means there are no rules anymore.

Around us, the men fight to catch their breath. Once they do, they grab beers for themselves, no one quite meeting one another’s eyes. For me, this relationship is heavenly, but I can’t forget for a moment the absolute vulnerability my husbands are choosing to show one another by being intimate with me at the same time.

I know this isn’t easy. It requires so much trust. The fact that they have chosen to give it so freely makes me love them all the more deeply.

“Tell us more about your fantasy,” Emerson says, looking at me with hunger and desire.

“More?” I smile, sinking back into the hot spring and cuddling up next to Emerson. “Well I read in a pregnancy book that women get horny around their second trimester. So, I was thinking during that time we’d have a lot of sex like we just had. Except all over the house. I mean, we haven’t christened hardly any of the rooms. The kitchen or the dining room table. We should have sex on the stairwell and in the study. Maybe on Banks’ desk. We could sweep all the paperwork aside and make love while a fire blazes in the big stone fireplace. While everyone else watches.”

I feel Banks’ eyes on me, and I’m glad. I want him to imagine taking me in the open like that.

Emerson laughs, his hand resting on my breast. “You’ve thought this through.”

“A bit. But I also fantasize about…”

“About what, love?” Fallon asks.

I sigh, swirling the Chardonnay around in my glass. “About giving birth to a healthy baby, with all of my husbands there at the delivery. About seeing all of your faces when you meet your child. The child I gave you.”

“You want that?” Banks asks, stepping closer.

I nod. The truth is I’ve never spoken aloud these hidden dreams of mine. Why wish for a life that isn’t a possibility?

But I didn’t think it would be possible to love all six of my husbands so much either. But I do.

“I want to have a family. A real family. The kind I’ve only read about.”

“We will find a cure,” Banks says. His voice is ragged and raw. Not cold and stony like it usually is and it catches me off guard. The way he speaks reveals a hidden truth, one I crave to know more of.

He has the same dream I do.

I may have been scared to voice it, but I know Banks is even more terrified. No one becomes so intense without a reason, no one desires so much control unless at some point they felt like they had none.

“Remember,” I tease, trying hard to make things less intense as I set down my wine glass. “No talk about research this weekend. Only--”

He cuts me off, moving closer and pulling me to my feet. “Only thing you’re interested in is biology. I remember.”

Without hesitation, he grabs my ass and pulls me to him. His hungry mouth crashes into mine before I realize what he’s doing. He’s done waiting for his turn, he’s taking it.

All other sounds of this mountainside resort are gone. As Banks kisses me, the only thing I hear is the thrum of my heart against his as he takes my lips with abandon.

His hands are in my wet hair and my swollen lips part, our tongues colliding and ours bodies melting together. I’m moaning in his mouth, my body primed to be had.

“Damn,” I hear Hux whistle loudly.

And just like that, Banks pulls away, like a spell has been broken. As if he just remembered that he and I aren’t alone, fucking in private. His eyes go cold again and he is lost in his thoughts. It’s too much for him, too fast. But oh, how I long for him to go all in with me.

Still, I know Banks needs time. Not wanting to draw attention to his sudden change of heart, I turn from his arms and sit down on Emerson’s lap.

If Banks doesn’t want to have sex this way, I won’t force him. But I know Em does. And so do I.

So I ease Emerson inside me and get lost in his clear turquoise eyes.

I’m not going to get sad over what Banks isn’t ready for. Instead, I will live out my fantasies with the husbands who want to play along.