Well...

"To put it so bluntly... yes, Mrs. Nesbeth," I coughed, feeling my cheeks start to burn.

"Where to start, where to start?" Mrs. Nesbeth's smirk grew wider still before tapping her chin in thought. "Well, Anthony enjoys my feet."

"Your...feet?" I asked, craning my head around the small desk. They were clad in soft leather boots, so I couldn't actually see anything.

Mrs. Nesbeth put on a short show of pulling up her skirt hem and crossing her feet. "Yes, my feet. He finds them irresistible. Whenever it's his day with me, he will always be in contact with them. When I'm on my back, he'd have one foot on his chest while sucking on one of the other's toes. When he's taking me from behind, it's a little uncomfortable for me, but he'd have my feet, sort of by his groin. I don't think it adds to any feeling, but he likes it, so I make do. It doesn't help that he does like to tickle them as well. But," she added, holding her finger up in the air, "in all the times that we've been in bed together, I think he's only ever finished inside me, maybe a handful of times. Every other time? On my feet, on my soles or in between my feet."

"He has also, on occasion, asked me to pleasure him with just my feet." I raised an eyebrow, but she just shrugged. "Ian on the other hand, if you'll pardon the wordplay, prefers the other passageway down there, if you'd like me to keep your ears from burning."

"You practice Sodomy with your second husband, Mrs. Nesbeth?" I winced, my religious teachings giving me pause.

"He practices it. I tolerate it," she corrected me sharply. "And it doesn't help that he is the largest of my husbands. But, it gives him pleasure, so I just grin and bear it, as any good Wife does. That being said however, I have to say, that after being married to him for these years, I have come to... enjoy it. On occasion."

Swallowing a judgemental groan, I shook my head to try and clear it before steeling myself for another. "And Roland?"

"Roland." she scowled. "He is, perhaps the most demanding of my husbands. The other two have the decency to keep their pricks in their trousers until we get to bed. Roland requires that I be accommodating at all times during his day. Whenever the mood strikes him, he will seek me out, release himself, hike my skirts up and," she whistled while shooting her hands upwards. "Unfortunately, he will never finish at that time. Just trousers down, in and out a few times, trousers up, back to work."

"That seems...odd." I said, scratching the back of my head. "Even compared to the other two."

"I thought so as well," she agreed, "but, according to him, it frees him from distraction. Which I can confirm that it does. And, when we go to bed, he says that his climax is greater from all the delays throughout the day. Which, I can say, is true for me as well."

Mrs. Nesbeth paused to take another long sip of her drink while I took the time to absorb what she had said. One Question came to my Mind. "That's that for your husbands then. But, to borrow your words Mrs. Nesbeth, how do you like to fuck?"