The wash

The basin water was clean, poured from the kettle and cooled with well water. Chore coat off, towel on the rail, one foot in the basin and then the other. This is washing. I wanted the day off my skin before any mouth went to my cunt. Will and Grant knew that, because we had said it again at noon. Neighbor, husband, me. Three yeses. Grant is not kin. He soaped a cloth and waited.

He washed my hands first, between the fingers, under the nails, then rinsed them in clear water. Will washed my foot, careful around a blister, and asked before he went up the calf. I said yes, wash, not anything else yet. They stayed with the instruction. Soap on my calves, my knees, my arms, my breasts, then a rinse with a cup of clean water. Grant washed my back. Will held my hair out of the basin. I washed their hands in return, soap and rinse, because I wanted them clean too. When the basin went grey we threw it on the herbs and started the downstairs shower, actual soap, actual hot water, hair rinsed, bodies washed. Will asked if the shower was only a wash. I said yes, only a wash. They kept their hands purposeful and kind. It felt like being cared for at the level of skin.

Dry, on the bed, I said ready. The word changed the hour. Grant's clean hands spread my thighs. Will's clean mouth licked my cunt until I was shaking, and Grant told me my legs looked good now that I was letting them rest. I came hard, cunt open on his tongue. Then Will fucked my cunt, slow, while Grant let me stroke his cock and kissed my temple. I asked Will to keep fucking me, deep. He did. He came in my cunt, a yes we keep for him, his cum hot. Grant asked, and I said cum across my stomach, and he did, eyes open, grateful, cock in my fist. I pulled both of them down against me, husband and neighbor, all of us smelling like soap.

The towel stayed on the rail until morning. The basin dried. I slept between my husband and my neighbor, clean, and there was nothing in the bed that we had not asked for by name.