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kissed her softly, and moved to the side, and Brice cleaned her up, inside her less than a minute after Jaron pulled out.
    Brice smiled at her wide eyed pleasure when he began thrusting.  "We'll take care of that little ache, baby."
    Sarah sighed happily.  "Feels good," she mumbled.  She didn't even recognize the raspy voice she heard as her own.  What were the men turning her into?  She was becoming a moaning, groaning sex toy, and she liked it!
    Trystan was back and he lay beside her, his hand on her breast, not arousing, just cupping it contentedly.  Brice ignored everything but driving Sarah to completion.  Their wife wasn't going to go to bed wanting on his watch. 
    After she climaxed, he grinned down at her.  "Feel better?"
    She nodded, her eyes tired. 
    "One more?"
    "Too tired," she mumbled.
    Brice took that as permission to finish quickly, and he thrust into her a few last times before he let himself go, spraying into her.  He got up and went into the bathroom to clean up.
    When he walked back into the room, the other men were all getting up, while Sarah still lay sprawled on the bed, her legs wide. 
    Trystan gathered her up from the bed.  "I'm sleeping with her.  We'll talk in the morning."  His eyes were serious, and it was obvious to the others that he was worried about something.
    Trystan moved through the suite to the room he'd share with her, and laid her gently on the bed.  He climbed between the sheets beside her, gathering her to him.  Kissing her forehead softly, he whispered, "Sleep, my dear."
    Sarah needed to hear nothing else.  She fell into an exhausted sleep with a smile on her lips.  She was married to four men, and she liked it.

Chapter Six
     
     
    When Sarah woke the following morning, she was alone.  She stretched for a moment and groaned.  Her body had been well-used, and she was sore.  She stumbled into the bathroom, and started the water in the huge tub.  Maybe a hot bath would soothe her muscles.  She pushed a button on the side of the tub, not certain what it would do.  Bubbles rose up, massaging her sore muscles.  She leaned back with a sigh.  Maybe no one would notice if she stayed there all day.
     
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    Trystan sat at the breakfast table with his three friends.  "She's...not what I expected."
    Houston nodded eagerly.  "She so much more!"
    Brice grinned.  "That woman has a horny streak a mile wide.  I don't know if four of us are going to be enough for her."
    Jaron shook his head.  "We're not going to be enough.  That's obvious.  But I'm not sharing her with a fifth."  He didn't have to say that it was hard enough sharing with the other three, because he was sure they all knew.
    Trystan sighed.  "No, we're not sharing her.  I think we're going to need to be careful though."  He looked at Brice.  "I'm worried about your chef.  Are you sure he's homo?"
    Brice sighed.  "You know, he's in a committed relationship, but most men aren't really homo.  They just want sex, and men are all that's available.  Given the option, I'm sure he'd whip it out and fuck her against the kitchen counter any day."
    "That worries me," Trystan said.  "Before we move into the lake houses, I think we need to have surveillance installed.  We'll watch and see what she does.  I don't think she'd deliberately cheat on us, but I don't know if she can control her urges."
    Jaron leaned back in his chair, considering.  "I agree.  Let's install the surveillance."  He looked at Brice.  "You really can't do without your chef?"
    Brice shook his head emphatically.  "I won't eat anything that anyone else fixes for me."  He only trusted his chef to cook things properly.  He couldn't eat a thing anyone else cooked.
    Jaron sighed.  "She needs an arsenal of sex toys.  There's no way she's going to be able to keep from having something inside her during the day while we work."
    Trystan nodded.  "I think that's a great idea.  Do you want to pick some out for her?  Pick some