woman’s interest. The thought hit him that maybe she wasn’t attracted to them like they were to her. How in the hell would they be able to get past that?
“What if she’s not interested in us as men?” Caleb asked.
“Fuck! Hadn’t thought of that. I guess I just figured that since we were matched with her that she would be. I guess the only thing we can do is treat her good and make her as happy as possible. Not much else we can do, Caleb.” Jeff’s voice had flattened some.
He figured the thought of their wife not being attracted to them was depressing to Jeff like it was to him. He sighed and ground his teeth. He would do everything in his power to change her mind. That was for damn sure. The idea that he wasn’t making his woman happy burned in his gut. Never mind that they’d only known each other a matter of hours, not days or months.
“Think she’s had time to finish her shower?” he asked Jeff.
“Probably. You ready to head up?”
“Yeah. We’ve got to get an early start in the morning. No use sitting here stewing about it.”
His new friend stood up and stretched. “I’ll grab my shower in the spare bathroom.”
Caleb followed the other man upstairs and eased into the bedroom as Jeff continued down the hall. He expected the lights to be off, but one of the lamps on the bedside table was still on. Beverly was in the middle of the bed with her back turned away from the door. Unsure if she was still awake or not, he was careful not to make any noise as he headed toward the bathroom. It looked like he would be taking care of business in the shower tonight. Slipping beneath the covers with a hard-on didn’t appeal to him when his wife wasn’t ready to help him with it yet.
* * * *
Jeff adjusted the water as he stepped into the shower. The hot water eased some of the tension he’d carried around with him all day. Muscles tight from worry eased as the water cascaded down his body. Worry over everything from keeping them safe to how to please his new wife had built inside of him all day long. Now that they were finally in their house and at the beginning of their new life, he wasn’t so sure he’d made the right decision in coming there.
Caleb was so much more at home in his own skin than he was. The other man didn’t seem to harbor the fears that plagued him about their present circumstances. God knew he had never lacked confidence before in his life, but right now, standing next to the other man in this strange world, Jeff wasn’t sure he was up to the task he’d set himself to.
The throb in his balls reminded him that just a few doors down he had a new wife to take care of. She would need them to be strong and supportive while she navigated their situation. Not only was she charged with taking care of the house and garden, she was supposed to take care of them as well. Any woman would find that a daunting challenge, especially someone who seemed a little shy and reserved like their Beverly. He wanted to help her ease into their ménage lifestyle but knew prolonging things would only build her tension.
He couldn’t stop his head from recalling how tempting her body was. Her breasts would be slightly more than a handful he couldn’t wait to explore. He wanted to taste her nipples and find out if they were a pretty pink or dusky mauve. He ached to sink his fingers in her hair and tug on it as he tunneled his cock in and out of her sweet pussy or that tight ass. The need to grab her ass cheeks and spread them wide had his dick standing straight out from his body.
Without thinking, he grasped his cock at the base and squeezed. The thought of how hot and tight she would be soon had his hand running up and down the shaft in slow, tight tugs. As hard and turned on as he was, Jeff figured taking the edge off now might not be a bad idea. He didn’t want to scare her by climbing into bed sporting a raging hard-on. Nor did he want to shoot his load as soon as he got his dick inside