by Eve Langlais
I bobbed my head up and down on Nick’s cock while he played with my sex. I’d almost forgotten Andrew was behind me until I felt a tug at my backside as one by one the beads in my ass-which I’d forgotten again-were pulled out. Nick’s mouth moved to concentrate on my clit alone and the walls of my channel tightened. I wanted a cock, fingers, something so bad inside me. I mewled as Andrew’s familiar touch dipped into my soaking cleft, rubbing my juices over my rosette. I wasn’t worried until I felt the thick head of his cock probing my tight hole.
I clenched. I couldn’t help myself. Curiosity didn’t win over instinct. To distract myself from Andrew’s breaching attempt, I brought my attention back to Nick’s prick. I sucked at him frantically, trying to ignore Andrew who meanwhile poked insistently at my backside.
I wanted to try this decadent penetration, but he felt so big against my virgin hole, I just couldn’t relax. We might have stayed at this impasse forever if a mouth of liquid fire hadn’t latched onto my pussy and sucked. Nick worked my clit insistently with his tongue. The sensation was so intense I couldn’t hold off any longer. I came with a loud cry. In the throes of a major orgasm, Andrew seized the opportunity and pushed his way in. I cried out as the painful pressure from his breach of my ass mixed with my still in-progress pleasure. Nick didn’t ease up on his clit nibbling, his tongue stabbing into my cunt hotly.
“Push out,” grunted Andrew.
I wasn’t sure about his instructions but tried to do as I was told and found the stretching in my ass allowed Andrew to sheath himself completely. I drew in a sharp breath and opened my mouth to say something. I never got a chance to say a word. A heavy hand pushed my face down onto his cock, effectively gagging me.
“Suck me,” ordered Nick in his gravelly voice.
Needing distraction from the anal invasion, I mouth-fucked his cock as Andrew fucked my ass. Slowly, my excitement reignited and as my desire returned, I found the sensation of Andrew in my ass not as bad as I first thought. In fact as Nick continued to lap at me, I realized I wanted it harder. I began moving my rear end back against Andrew in time to his strokes, seating him even deeper inside my tight orifice. His fingers tightened on my buttocks, and he increased his pace. Harder he slammed me, his vigorous pounding making Nick lose his latch on my cunt. But Andrew’s balls took his place, swinging up and slapping my sensitive sex. Distracted by all the sensations, I lost my cock sucking rhythm, my building bliss taking all my attention.
Nick didn’t give up though, his fingers, rough and thick, came up to stroke me and he slid first one, then two, and finally three fingers in. Unerringly, he found my g-spot and stroked it, finger fucking me hard. Doubly penetrated, my orgasm crashed over me like a tsunami wave and I convulsed, almost painfully, my rapture so intense. I shook. I keened. And still the pleasure crested in me over and over, leaving me limp in its wake. In my half-aware state I heard Andrew`s bellow and the hot spurt in my ass as he came.
As for Nick, he didn’t say a word when he came, instead his whole body gave one last plunge, deep down my throat, and he held himself there rigidly as he shot his creamy load. I swallowed-I didn’t really have a choice. Nick had a flavor all his own, saltier than Andrew’s without the sweetness my husband had.
I’m not sure how we untangled our Twistered bodies. Somehow, I found myself cradled in Andrew’s lap, a robe thrown around my shoulders, my head lolling on his shoulder.
He whispered, “Merry Christmas, my love.”
“I love you,” I replied back.
I looked over at our guest and saw Nick lying on the floor, eyes closed with his hands clasped under his head. I wondered what would happen next. Even better, what would Martha Stewart advise when there are three naked, sweaty people in your living room?
As it turned out, even kinky sex fiends like us had to eat. After eating real food followed by an erotic dip in the hot tub, we indulged in a more sexual meal, one that left us hungry and dirty all over again.
But it was well worth it. Even the fact that I’d have to replace some of my Christmas lights. But the task they’d been put to use had been so worth it. And I still blushed to think what they’d done with my nutcracker.
All in all, a good time was had by all. I had the bite marks to prove it.
Epilogue
I wasn’t aware of when Nick left. I would never forget him though, for between him and Andrew, I’d gotten the best fucking Christmas present ever, literally.
My body was sore in that pleasant way that comes with large amounts of pleasure. We’d finally made it to our bed after having baptized several other rooms in the house. Andrew lay behind me spooning my naked body in a way we’d not indulged in what seemed like forever.
I still couldn’t believe my best friend, lover, and husband of so long had so thoroughly managed to surprise me. I thought I knew him, but then again, I thought I knew myself. I guess contrary to popular belief, the ability to change and experience new things didn’t stop with age. I was glad to know in our case that instead of growing away from the person going through a life change, we instead grew closer together.
I did wonder though where today’s adventure would lead us. Would we continue to explore at home, delving into new previously taboo realms? Would we leave our comfort zone and enter the wilder world where we could take our fantasies even further? And please tell me, Nick would come back for a repeat evening of sexual fun.
As if sensing my thoughts Andrew cuddled me closer and nuzzled my neck.
“I can tell you’re thinking about what just happened. You enjoyed that didn’t you?” I nodded. I wouldn’t lie to him. Not anymore. He continued to talk. “I’ll admit, I was afraid I might be jealous sharing you with someone else, but hot damn, seeing you sucking Nick’s cock and his spanking you, excited me. And your ass,” he nuzzled my neck. “So fucking tight. Now that I’ve breached it, I can’t wait for your next surprise.”
“What is it?” I asked almost breathless.
“I’m afraid you’ll have to wait for New Year’s Eve to find out. But I’ll give you a hint. I made plans with Nick. Think sandwich.”
Oh, god. I thought I was sated, but that one word made the heat pool in my sex and I moaned when I felt an answering prod against my backside.
Merry Christmas to me, and suddenly I couldn’t wait for a rollicking-aka fucking-Happy New Year.
Author Bio
Eve Langlais is a Canadian in her mid-thirties who’s married with three children. She resides in a small town in Ontario where she works from home as a webmistress and customer service rep. She enjoys spending time with her family, playing Wii (Mario Galaxy II being the game of the moment), reading tawdry romance novels, and writing even naughtier ones. She claims her stories come from the voices clamoring inside her head. Discover what else her twisted mind has devised at http://www.evelanglais.com.
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