by Jamie Hunter
“Ahhhh…” Jason said. “That’s it, honey. Just like that.”
Amanda put her mouth on autopilot, blowing her lover while grinding down into his face. She wanted to focus on her pleasure this time. On the exquisite feeling of Jason’s tongue snaking its way inside her, licking her folds, flicking hard and fast against the hood of her clit…
“You’re trembling,” Jason said, pulling her panties to one side.
“I am?”
“You are.’
He grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks wide, then renewed his efforts. Amanda knew she could come like this. She could come all over his face, flooding his cheeks, the bed, the pillows. That’s if everything was going right, and at the moment, they were.
“You like this?” he murmured.
“I love it,” she breathed.
“Good. This is what good girls do.”
“It is?”
“Sure. It’s a hell of a lot more innocent than the alternative.”
“And… what’s that…?” she moaned, gripping Jason’s cock against her face. She was getting closer. Already she could feel the rising wave of her climax, surging inevitably closer to release.
“I’ll show you in a bit,” he promised.
In the end, she came on his face. Or rather, all over his face… the bed, the pillows… everything.
And it was every bit as amazing as she knew it would be.
It was almost like the fulfillment of a long-sought prophecy: the culmination of a day of shopping, teasing, sucking and fucking… all without herself managing to get off. So when she finally did? Amanda’s climax was more of an explosion than an actual orgasm.
“Goddamn,” Jason swore. “Just look at the mess you’ve made.”
Amanda flushed red with embarrassment. Half of it was a genuine reaction. The other half was playing up her innocence, and pretending it was the first time she’d ever squirted.
“Get over here,” he said, pulling her across the bed. She was on her back now. Jason was kneeling between her legs.
“Wait…”
“Wait what?”
“I’ve never done this before. Fucking, I mean. I don’t know if—”
“Shhh…” he said, putting a finger against her lips. “We’re not going to fuck. We’re going to play a little game, that’s all.”
“Oh?”
Amanda jumped as she felt the head of his cock being rubbed up and down her slit for the second time that day.
“Yeah,” Jason consoled her. “We’re going to play ‘just the tip’.”
“Just the tip?”
“Yup. Just the tip,” said Jason. “I promise.”
She looked up at him, her blue eyes locking sexily on his.
A moment later the two of them burst out laughing.
Nine
The fucked slowly this time around, tenderly, nose-to-nose. It was the opposite of what they’d done in the changing room of the sex shop. This was sex, but also love. A dream-like sensuality mixed in with pure, abject lust.
Jason kissed her over and over, his lips churning hungrily against her own. And all the while, he screwed her. Screwed Amanda hard and deep, just slow enough to enjoy it, just fast enough to let her know exactly who was in control.
By now she’d dropped all pretense of her Naughty and Nice routine. At this point, she just wanted to enjoy it. She’d climaxed again on her back, just like this, clawing his flanks and screaming out his name as she came. In response Jason had pressed her ass even harder into the bed, really digging her out. Shoving his cock as deep as he’d ever been in her sopping wet pussy…
I can’t give this up, she thought to herself. It’s way too good.
Amanda’s hands found their way to her lover’s taut, muscular ass. She curled her fingers into claws.
They’ve spoiled me. The both of them…
Their tongues danced as they kissed. And all throughout, Jason’s gaze was still fixed on her own. Neither one of them wanted to break the intimacy of the contact. Neither one willing to look away.
I love him, Amanda realized, and not for the first time. Just as I love Connor…
His eyes were so close to hers he almost looked cross-eyed. Jason’s breathing was getting quicker, his breath coming in shorter, more ragged gasps. It wouldn’t be long. She wanted to make it good for him.
“Do you love me?” she asked.
The question was so stark, so naked, it seemed to rattle the both of them. Jason blinked.
“Of course,” he replied. “You and Connor are my two best friends.”
“I know,” said Amanda. “But do you love me?”
He swallowed, hard. She watched his Adam’s apple go up and down.
“Yes.”
“Then put your come in me.”
She gasped as she felt him go stiff inside her. Connor’s lips brushed against hers, still deeply lost in her eyes. Time stopped. A moment passed between them.
“Do it, Jason.”
He rammed as fast and far into her as he could, then held perfectly still. That’s all it took. The next thing Amanda knew he was kissing her again, holding her face gently as his cock thumped and pulsed, firing stream after stream of his hot come. Amanda could feel it splashing and shooting below them. Filling her up, somewhere deep in her belly.
“Oh my God that feels amazing…”
It was hot. Wet. Thoroughly dirty yet wholly beautiful. She stroked his face with the backs of her hands and kept kissing him as he drained his balls into her hungry pussy. For the second time in as many hours, she was filled to overflowing with his seed.
Jason’s breath returned in heated gasps. He looked down, to where her thighs were spread wide for him. He was still buried between her perfect, white-stockinged legs.
“I… I can’t… help…”
“Shhh…” she whispered, smiling. “It’s okay.”
“You don’t get it,” Jason said. There was a pleading in his eyes now. “I do love you.”
Amanda’s heart soared. She kissed him again.
“And I love you… just as I love Connor.” She wrapped her legs around him, unwilling to let him go. Her pussy was wetter than ever. “It’s no different, Jason. The both of you truly are husbands to me.”
They lay like that for a long time, scissored and snuggling. Jason held her tightly, wrapped within his arms. Amanda nuzzled against his neck.
She fell asleep. Not long, maybe five minutes, maybe ten. When she woke up, Jason was still staring down at her. Slowly twirling her hair.
“You ready to go be Naughty?” he asked with a smile.
“In a minute,” she sighed contentedly. She kissed the warm skin of his broad, well-built chest. “I might need a little bit of help with something first, though.”
Jason nodded knowingly. “I thought you might,” he grinned.
Ten
It took ten minutes for Amanda to get changed. When she was finished she sauntered right into the master bedroom in her ‘Naughty’ outfit, leg over leg, strutting her best strut.
“Well look at you,” Connor whistled appreciatively. “All dressed up and no one to blow.”
“Oh I wouldn’t say that,” Amanda replied hastily. She was wearing her red Santa hat, red lingerie, bright red lipstick. The antithesis of the costume she’d just worn for Jason. “Unless you don’t like blowjobs.”
“Depends on the blowjob,” shrugged Connor. “I’ve never gotten a bad one, really. Although some are much better than others.”
Amanda delivered her best crooked smile. She unwrapped a palm-sized candy cane and held it against the flat of her tongue.
“And where do mine rank?”
“Up there, baby,” he said. “Up there.”
Amanda didn’t know whether to accept the statement as a compliment or a challenge. Part of her wanted to throw him down and give Connor a blowjob so hot, so wet and slutty, he’d have no choice but to come immediately.
That would certainly be Naughty, she though to hers
elf. Instead of pressing further however, she shifted gears.
“Well first…” she said, gesturing to her body from head to toe. “Merry Christmas.”
Her husband smiled as she licked the candy cane, both sides. Pulling down her bra and exposing her tits, she hooked the red and white stick around the areola of her left nipple.
Connor wasted no time in going to her. He bent to her breast, kissing and licking his way around the candy cane. It remained stuck to her skin as he nibbled on it, with Amanda drawing him in with both hands.
“I know the outfit Jason got to enjoy,” he murmured into her chest. “And it was a lot less wicked than this one.”
“Oh?” she sighed. “Is that a complaint?”
“Hell no,” said Connor. “In fact, I think he got ripped off.”
Amanda laughed. She could feel her husband’s teeth pulling at the tip of her nipple now, playing with it gently.
“Well if you must know,” she went on, “you got ‘Naughty’. And Jason got ‘Nice.’”
There was a crunch as Connor bit down on the candy cane. He took the pieces into his mouth and began chewing them noisily.
“Naughty, eh?” he said around a mouthful. “And what comes with this… Naughty outfit?”
“That’s the best part,” said Amanda. She pulled him close and kissed him hard on the mouth. “Anything you want.”
She felt it; a shift in Connor’s body language. An excitement that wasn’t there a second ago, before she mouthed those three fantastic little words.
“Anything?” he asked, just to be sure.
Amanda spun away from him and bent over. The move exposed her puffy, well-fucked lips. And beyond that, her come-filled pussy.
Connor cleared his throat. “Oh wow.”
If she focused she could still feel it, the physical remainder of her previous encounter. Everything between Amanda’s legs was all wet and gooey. Jason’s load still dripped down the inside of one of her thighs.
And above that, protruding from her tight, glistening ass… a large plastic ring. A ring attached to a string of very translucent, very lubricated anal beads, currently nestled deep in Amanda’s ass.
“Anything,” she said, running her middle finger up and down her dripping slit.
He took her doggie-style, right away, as she knew he would. Connor had never been able to resist her bending over like that before, much less in the state she was in now.
“Your pussy is drenched,” her husband said. His voice cracked slightly as he slid into her. “Holy fuck it’s so wet…”
“That’ll happen,” Amanda admitted, “when your best friend’s come is still dripping out of it.”
His hands gripped her hips and she bucked back into him. Then she began a long, slow grind.
“He fucked me, Connor. He spread my legs and fucked me and then he came inside me — deep, way up inside me — knowing that you’d feel it when I came to see you.”
Her words turned her on. Turned them both on. She kept going with them.
“Do you like how sticky it is? How warm and gooey and—”
“Yes,” he growled. “Fuck yes.”
“You can add to it if you like,” she told him. “You can fill me too. Make me overflow with your come, the way Jason did. Fuck me until I’m a frothy white mess… until a combination of the both of you is running out of me. Whole fucking rivers of hot come…”
She didn’t even know what she was saying anymore. Amanda hadn’t rehearsed it, she was making it up as she went. Even so, it was hot. Crazily, insanely hot.
“Or you could come somewhere else,” she added with sugary sweetness. “Shoot it on my back. Or my tits. Or my face…” She looked back at him, chewing sexily on her finger. “Would you like that baby? To come all over my face? To see me all covered with— OH!”
A bolt of pleasure and pain shot through her body simultaneously. While still fucking her, Connor had pulled on the plastic ring. The first of the translucent anal beads had emerged — rather suddenly — from her tight little sphincter.
“Yeah,” her husband agreed. “I definitely might.”
He still had the ring looped through one finger. Still had control.
“Although to be honest? Maybe I’ll just fuck you right… about… here.”
He pulled again. This time Amanda was ready for it. It was still a shock though. The next bead still hurt a little on the way out.
“That’s exactly where I’m putting my come,” he told her, thumping the plastic ring. “Right up your hot little ass.”
Amanda gulped. She hadn’t been prepared for that one.
Her husband tugged at the ring again, this time more gently. The pressure created a pleasant sensation of fullness, accentuated by how deep he was still fucking her. He leaned forward, over her back. Put his lips right up against her ear.
“I’m going to bury myself in your ass,” he said, almost menacingly. “All the way the fuck up there.”
Amanda grimaced with anticipation. She loved it. She feared it. She couldn’t wait for it… all at once.
“Looks like I’ll need to make some room first, though,” Connor grinned wryly.
She yelped as he pulled the next bead out.
Eleven
She was close. Dangerously close…
Connor knew exactly what he was doing, too. He’d been fucking her hard enough to make her pant, chewing on her shoulder and reaching around her waist to rub on her clit. Normally, Amanda would’ve come already… if not for the distraction of the half-string of beads still embedded in her ass.
He pulled just enough to keep a steady tension. To make her clench down hard, tightening her pussy around him. The fact that he hadn’t come yet was a tribute to her husband’s control. She knew it couldn’t be easy, what with her Naughty outfit and the beads and the best man’s come still dripping out of her well-fucked pussy.
“How many beads—”
“Six,” Amanda growled through clenched teeth. “There are six of them.”
“Well then we’re down to two,” Connor said. “Better make them count.”
He pulled her hard against him. Gyrated his hips as he thrust up into her, swirling his rock-hard erection around the inside of her pussy like he was stirring a molten cauldron. It was a move that drove Amanda wild, and Connor knew it. Especially with—
“Unnggghhh…”
Amanda’s eyes closed, her orgasm crashing over her like a great wave of inevitability. At the exact moment of her climax, Connor steadily pulled the last two beads from her ass…
“OHHHHhhhhHHHHHhhhhh!”
Her pussy spasmed, contracting violently around his cock in a series of convulsions harder than anything she’d ever experienced. Somehow Connor managed to endure it… and not let go. He kept on fucking her, all through her orgasm, while Amanda clenched her fists and screwed her eyes shut in ecstasy and triumph. When she finally opened them again, a single tear had streaked its way down her cheek.
Connor cast the beads aside and surveyed his handiwork. She knew exactly where he was going next.
“Wait,” Amanda told him.
“What?”
She flipped over, onto her back, and hooked her hands behind her knees. Smiling fiendishly, Amanda pulled back on her legs… opening herself up fully for him.
“You wanna fuck my ass?”
Her husband nodded, faster than she’d ever seen him nod in his life.
“Then do me like this,” she said.
Connor grinned appreciatively. Rubbing his come-soaked dick up against her asshole, he began slowly pushing himself inside.
His cock felt heavy and thick as he slowly fed it to her. Inch by inch, it made her feel totally full.
“Oh my fucking GOD…” Amanda groaned.
The beads had actually done wonders for making things easy. Connor was fucking her ass with long, deep strokes now, and none of them hurt.
In fact, they felt pretty fucking amazing.
“I’m really loving Na
ughty Amanda,” he panted, leaning down to tongue one pink nipple. He rammed her with a particularly hard thrust. “She should come out more often.”
Amanda squirmed, writhing beneath him. “I’m pretty sure I’ve been Naughty Amanda since the night before our wedding,” she grunted.
Connor nodded at his newlywed bride. “No argument there.”
He slowed down a bit, savoring the push and pull of it all. Holding her legs up so he could watch himself glide in and out of Amanda’s tightest, dirtiest of places.
“Know what I’ve been thinking?” she asked.
“What?”
“About how grateful I am for you sharing me.”
A bead of sweat dripped off the tip of Connor’s nose. It landed on her stomach. Ran into her belly button.
“Grateful, huh?”
“Yes. Grateful and thankful and…” she paused to bit her lip “…maybe ready to return the favor?”
At this Connor slowed almost all the way to a halt. He paused, still buried inside her.
“Wait. What are you saying?”
Amanda shrugged meekly. “That as hot as it is to be the wife to two husbands, it might also be hot to watch you screw another girl.”
She watched his expression. A light went off somewhere in Connor’s head. He began fucking her ass some more, this time with a renewed spark of excitement.
“So you really want to see me fuck someone else?”
“Maybe,” she allowed. “At first the idea made me jealous. But the more I think about it. The more I try to picture it…”
Connor let out a long, heated breath. He was close to coming. There wouldn’t be much time.
“Who would we get?” he asked.
Amanda chuckled. “Who would you want?”
He laughed. “I’m not falling into that trap.”
She shook her head. “No, seriously. No strings, no bullshit. I want you to tell me.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”
“Absolutely. If you could pick one of my friends to—”
“Juliana.”