Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
But what matters is that we practice love and pass no judgment.
“Maybe we’ll drop in on a service this Sunday,” my mom mentions hesitantly as Jill is passed into her arms.
Jordan smiles at her, handsome yet reassuring.
“Of course, Mrs. Corcoran. You’re welcome to come anytime, and we’d love to have you at Villagers.”
My mom smiles
“Maybe I will come,” she says in a louder voice. “After all, my grandkids go to Sunday school there, and my one and only daughter,” she says, turning to me, “is so happy in New York.”
I smile and nod.
“Yes, Mommy. I’m very happy here,” I say, taking the two hands of my husbands, “and I wouldn’t trade my life for anyone else’s.”
Mom’s eyes go wide when she sees me holding hands with Jordan and Jason, but then she catches herself and nods once more, before heading to the car. After all, it’s not every day your daughter confesses that she loves two men, who have also started their own religion. It’s taken some settling in, but with Aunt Angie’s help, my mom is now accepting of our lifestyle.
Finally, the car pulls away from the sidewalk with many waves from my daughters in their car seats. I close the door and turn around to look at my husbands, huge and gorgeous.
“Looks like we have the day to ourselves,” I say with an impish grin.
Jason and Jordan’s eyes turn an intense shade of cobalt. I run up the stairs and giggle when I hear their heavy footsteps pounding behind me. We crash into our bedroom, and the two of them gently toss me on the bed, laughing.
It’s a flurry of hands and arms, tearing and pulling clothes off. Soon, we’re gasping and panting, with Jason and Jordan are on either side of my luscious form.
“How do you want it this time?” Jordan growls, his cock already brushing against my navel. “Double vag? Meathook? Or how about a regular DP?”
I blush hotly at his words. I can’t believe I’m familiar with all those positions and love them so much too. I smile at him.
“How about a regular DP this time?”
“Got it sweetheart,” growls Jordan from behind me. With that, he spits into his palm before reaching down to lube his rod, and then presses the hard tip against my bottom.
“Mmmm!” I sigh, straining to take his length. “Oh god!”
But before I can exhale, a second huge pole is pressing at my pussy and pretty soon, Jason’s got his shaft embedded in the sweet space. I moan and writhe, unable to process the deliciousness. I’ve got twenty inches embedded deep inside, and my snatch creams wetly, welcoming the penetration.
“Oh god,” I say. “Unnnnh.”
“That’s it,” growls one husband.
“You always take two so good,” says the other as they begin a delicious rhythm in my body. One pushes in as the other pulls out so that I’m always filled with hard man meat. It drives me over the edge and within minutes, I’m pulsing and screaming, my creamy cunt and ass exploding with pleasure as my men pound me good.
“Fuck!” rages Jason as he ejaculates, filling me with seed.
“Goddamn,” roars Jordan as he pulses, hot jets of jism filling my bottom with his goodness.
We moan and pant as the men share my curvy form, worshipping every inch that I have to give. Slowly, we descend from Paradise, my breasts heaving and trembling even as I continue to milk them down below. I let out a small giggle then.
“What is it?” growls Jordan, stroking my hair. “What’s got you so happy, Mira?”
I giggle again.
“Well, it just so turns out that I’m expecting again.” I look back and forth between Jason and Jordan. My husbands stare right back at me, their mouths hanging open, although I don’t know why they’d be surprised. After all, we rarely use protection and I’m a very fertile girl.
“What a blessing,” Jason breathes. “As God will.”
But Jordan can tell there’s something different.
“Is there more?” he asks carefully.
I smile, overjoyed.
“Yes, although I can hardly believe it. We’re having twins again!”
Both men stare, but then their strong arms circle my curvy form, holding me tight.
“Sweetheart, you’ve given us so much,” begins one.
“And now you’re giving us even more,” adds the other. “How did we get so lucky?”
I kiss the two men, demonstrating my adoration for these handsome, godly pastors. But then I smile tremulously, correcting their statements.
“How did I get so lucky?” I whisper, gazing into those blue eyes. “Because without you, I wouldn’t have any of this. Not this home, not these children, and not this unwavering happiness. Only with His Grace, have we been able to prevail, and by His Will, may he continue to bless us with his favor.”
With that, the three of us bow our heads, humbled and in awe of his glory. After all, who knew that this could happen? I now have two husbands; two children; and two more on the way. Not only have Jordan and Jason established a new congregation, but they’ve founded a new religion altogether. And although it’s early, I know that my husbands are destined for greatness in the annals of history. Perhaps one day, our followers will see them as prophets, shepherding a flock into the light. And perhaps one day, followers will speak of us as a new version of Jacob, Leah and Rachel, sharing, loving and giving with full and grateful hearts.
The End