Savage Urges

by Poppy Deveaux

  “You're so beautiful,” he said, when he seemed to detect my curiosity. He leaned in, and kissed me, and I felt my cheeks grow hot, both with guilt and with arousal. Maybe we could get started on making those babies sooner rather than later... But then he added, as I was smiling at me, “Let's go in the house... I want to give you your Christmas present early. I have a little surprise for you...”

  I couldn't explain why, but something about this seemed peculiar to me. Like, it sort of made my stomach feel antsy. But, I let him cover my eyes with his mittens once the two of us were out of the car, and lead me blindly into the house, down the hallway, on a course that I could tell plainly was leading in the direction of our bedroom.

  What the hell did he have in store for me, I wondered?

  He opened the bedroom door, then, and pulled his hands away.

  And my jaw just about damn near hit the floor in my astonishment.

  Lying there, reclining on the bed, was Zach, of all people... Shirtless, oiled up, looking fine as hell, and smiling at me, causing my head to practically collapse with incomprehension, as I struggled to fit the pieces together somehow, yet found myself falling miles short of the mark. I had no earthly idea as to what the hell this could mean, and I found my eyes darting from one man to the other and back again, begging for some explanation, but managing to cleave none from their expressions.

  At last, I spoke up, my voice cracking as I did so, and my nerves very clearly getting the better of me. “What- what the hell is this? What the hell is going on?”

  “Zach, here, told me everything,” said my husband, speaking slowly, calmly, and not seeming at all upset about the fact in the least. I blinked stupidly at him, and then turned to Zach, as though I needed confirmation as to the truth of the matter.

  “I just felt so guilty about what we were doing after we talked about it that one day,” said Zach, apologetically, but his expression not changing the slightest bit.

  “I knew, if I was in your husband's position, I would be devastated, and I couldn't keep going on with it. But then, once it stopped, the guilt just kept building up inside me, and I didn't know what else to do. I had to tell him about it, to come clean, and let him know what you and I'd been doing.”

  I turned to my husband, mouth gaping, seeking confirmation of this, although I could tell full well that was the honest to God truth.

  “When he told me,” picked up Bryan, continuing with Zach's story, “I was admittedly pretty upset at first... I couldn't believe that you would... Well, that I could lose you like that... But then, I thought... Well, I realized that, apparently, I wasn't giving you what you needed in our relationship, and it might just be the case that one man isn't enough for you. And I can understand that. It's just that, you know... I just wish you would have thought to include me in the fun as well...”

  At this point, astoundingly, he put his hand on my arm, very lightly, his fingers creeping along me, sending goosebumps prickling up and down along my spine.

  “...So I thought, maybe, we could celebrate the holidays together this year, all three of us, in a way that's a little bit unorthodox from what we're generally used to...”

  Once again, my mind reeled as I tried to decide whether this was all really happening, as Zach stood up from the bed and stepped over to the two of us, the two men's body heat entrapping me, and my own anatomy trembling all over, scarcely able to comprehend this, and yet my feminine parts becoming very, very hot over the prospect of what was about to take place.

  I stood there shaking, anticipating, as fearful as I was desirous, and yet I wanted it to begin so badly, for that initial hurdle to be cleared, and for everything else to just start falling into place around me.

  And then, just as I'd wanted, but still with a far greater abruptness than I could have imagined, my husband put his lips on mine, and I accepted him, and allowed my body to dissolve between the two men. They sandwiched me between themselves, and Zach came in behind me, sliding his lips across my neck, nibbling on my flesh after having abstained from it for so long, and pushing his erection into me from behind, getting me so worked up with desire for the two of them that I didn't know which way was up.

  I loved being shared by them, my body twisted around as I was swapped from one set of lips to the other and then back again, hands washing all over me, fingers sinking into my flesh, tongues lapping and gouging into whatever slick surface they could find, and my head, all the while spinning, unable to gain control of itself, yet not wholly wishing to if I was completely honest with myself.

  Before long, the two of them brought me over to the bed, and began to peel me out of my clothes, their fingers dancing along my body as they denuded me, article after article of my attire sinking to the floor, leaving my almost naked body sensitized and trembling as they continued to assert themselves against me, almost to a degree that was smothering.

  Then, something I might never have anticipated started happening. The two men, both shirtless and slick all over now, were leaning across my shaking body, kissing one another overtop of me, the two of them displaying a bisexual side that I had never before even imagined could be lurking beneath either of their surfaces, but which I can guarantee you I welcomed with arms wide open.

  I watched them for some time as they made out on top of me, tongues at all, and I reached into my panties, rubbing myself all the while I gazed in astonishment at their performance.

  Finally, the two men pulled apart their compressed cheeks, and turned their intentions instead to little old me, masturbating to the sight of the two of them. Like predatory beasts, then, they were on me, finishing the job they'd started by peeling me the remainder of the way out of my lingerie, the straps and the lace fluttering in a heap to the floor, and their own pants and underwear diminishing as well, so that all three of us were naked as newborns, and I was left to grapple with the twin blades of my two men's long, hard, swaying cocks.

  They climbed on top of me, wrapping me up in their flesh, genitals crossing and bodies twisting, melting, knotting together, lips latching onto whatever we could grab, the whole scene one of sweaty, sexy, fuzzy holiday cheer in the truest sense.

  Before long, the three of us had our heads between one another's legs, each bowed down, and orally pleasuring whoever the next person in the circuit happened to be, in a most agonizing of daisy chains. My spine arched, and my legs wrapped around my husband's head as he ate my pussy for me, doing a far better job of it than he's done in years, as though perhaps he'd been taking lessons from Zach in the meantime. Zach, then, had his erection in my mouth, dipping it in and out, my tongue slithering around him as I struggled to concentrate on the task at hand, and Zach, meanwhile, sucking on my husband's penis in turn, a notion which turned me on like you wouldn't believe.

  Even more, arousing, then, was the fact that soon, I could hear my husband coming, spilling his load into Zach's young, fresh mouth, and this thought, in turn, got me so fucking hot that I began to orgasm as well. My body shook, my limbs trembled, as the sensations pushed through me, almost more than I could withstand as I screamed at the top of my lungs, and yet I knew that I had one hell of a lot more to get through before all was said and done.

  The three of us disentangled ourselves and, with my husband's cock spent for a few minutes, Zach climbed up on top of me for the first time in days, to have a good run at me while Bryan recuperated.

  My young studly lover mounted me, pushing my legs up and pinning my knees around my ears, then proceeding to plow me relentlessly, pushing his hard cock deeper into my body than I could recall him ever having reached, so that before long, the friction was mounting again, and I was screaming at the top of my lungs, “Oh God, oh God, yes, yes, yes!” Sweat was rolling in torrents along my dark flesh, soaking the sheets and causing an immense pool to form around me, my fingers curling for dear life into the fabric of the bedspread, as Zach fucked and fucked and slammed his body into me for what felt like an eternity.

  I was growing exhausted in
spite of myself, and in spite of how very much I loved this, but I knew, regardless, that there was to be no end oncoming for my sweet, sweet torment, because Bryan had gotten hard again since Zach started fucking me, and I could see in his eyes that this final positioning would be a greater challenge for me than ever.

  Sure enough, there was one last twisting and unraveling of bodies, and I was straddling my husband, his cock grinding in and out of my pussy from beneath, working me up good, and Zach, then, climbing to the top of the pile, his weight bearing down on me, and my body only about half ready for what was about to happen next.

  He spread me wide open, and then pushed his cock once more into me, sliding it up my cunt from above atop my husband's own stiff dick, stretching me out as he pushed himself all the way inside me, and the two men's combined immensity almost entirely too much for me to handle.

  And the duo proceeded to fuck the Christmas lights out of me, slamming their bodies as hard as they could into my own, stuffing me full to bursting, pushing, squeezing, thrusting, and the three of us groaning, all of our genitals sliding together and setting our loins on fire, the heat, the sweat, the noise, all of it so staggering and beautiful that it was almost impossible to believe.

  And finally, with a last, drastic series of thrusts, the two of them began to ejaculate inside me, drenching me all over with their love, filling me to the brim and coating one another's still thrusting masculinities in their essence, and setting me over the edge.

  And God did the Christmas bells ring in my ears this time, climax drilling through me, causing every muscle to tense, every nerve to light up, my body quivering uncontrollably, my mind spinning, and my cries of sheer, perverse, splendid pleasure enough to get me transferred promptly over onto Santa's naughty list.

  And at last, at long, long last, the three of us pulled apart, collapsing on the bed in an exhausted heap, and all three of us laughing, none of us totally able to believe what it was we'd just done.

  And as we laid there, kissing and caressing one another for hours on end in the afterglow, not to mention having sex a few more times, I knew that, whatever this was, it spelled an entirely new milestone for my marriage, and for my life as a whole, and somehow, that gave me the hope I'd been seeking out for so very long. I felt endlessly grateful for having a husband who would be willing to do something like this for his wife, and I was thankful as hell that I was wrapped up in the arms of two amazing men to keep me warm at night this holiday season.

  I couldn't even imagine what they had in store for me for Valentine's Day...

  THE END

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