Holiday Kink (5 page)

He pulled his mouth from mine and withdrew his finger. I bit back a mewl of disappointment.

“Mind if I have a look at her ass now, Andrew?”

“Be my guest,” said my husband magnanimously. The fact they didn’t ask me incited my desire instead of my ire. They owned me and would do with me as they willed.

The men unshackled me and flipped me onto my stomach. “On your knees,” ordered my husband, and I obeyed just like I’d promised to in our wedding vows so long ago.

Meaty hands palpated my full buttocks and spread them wide. The string for the beads in my ass was given a light tug as if to remind me of their presence, but they were left inserted and the questing fingers moved to my sex. They discussed my pussy like an object of art, commenting on its color and shape. Stroking and pinching my sex to punctuate their words. My cheeks burned at their words and treatment, like I was some kind of sex object. How decadent.

A sharp smack made me tighten. A second arrived with new orders. “Get yourself off the table and into the living room. I want you on your hands and knees on the special carpet we laid out.”

I slid off the table, my legs almost buckling when I stood upright. I braced my hands on the table, glad of its solidity especially when my eyes flicked over to see my husband standing naked with a massive erection. Beside him, Nick’s erection, while equal in length to Andrew’s, was the widest I’d ever seen. I wetted my lips, stricken with the desire to fall on my knees and worship at the altar of their cocks.

Instead, on trembling legs and with my pussy throbbing for satisfaction, I staggered my way, drunk on desire, to the living room where my rearranged furniture offered a wide space. In that newly opened area, they’d rolled out a carpet. I dropped to my knees onto the spongy fabric, slippery smooth but with a cushiony give. I’d no sooner assumed the position on my hands and knees than the first hard smack stung my buttocks. I clench and hissed in shock. I knew right away this was Nick smacking me and not Andrew. The touch of his hand was too different.

 
I wondered how Andrew felt watching another man touch me and in turn pleasure me. Was he jealous or did it excite him? Too late now. Another crack sounded, and I arched as the stinging pain zipped along my nerve endings.
 
I closed my eyes and threw my head back trying to relax my body before the next delicious blow.

I felt rather than saw someone kneel in front of me. Amidst the pummelling of my tender flesh, I opened my eyes to see a familiar cock bobbing in front of me. I forced myself to look up higher and sucked in a breath at the look on Andrew’s face—pure unadulterated lust. Apparently my misgivings weren’t going to be an issue. My husband, or should I say my master, was watching intently the flurry of slaps landing on my posterior. Much as I wanted to keep watching Andrew, I couldn’t concentrate for long with the burning on my ass. The heat in my cheeks wiped all thoughts clean from my head, well, all except for one.
God, it feels good.
Make that two.
Fuck me, please.

But Nick didn’t falter in his work. I watched through half lidded eyes as my husband stroked his cock, the tip glistening with a drop of pre-cum.
 
“Lick it,” Andrew demanded in a voice thick with desire.

Delighted, and needing the distraction, I swiped my tongue across the head of his swollen cock, tasting his salty excitement. His hands grasped my hair, the hard tugs painful, but exciting for he used this grip to push my mouth down onto his rod. I took him deep, but Andrew wanted more. He gagged me, his cock squeezing its way into my throat, deeper than I’d ever imagined going. My throat convulsed around him and he relented pulling my head back, the skin of his cock scraping back through my teeth. My reprieve was short lived. With his hands still buried in my hair, he rammed me down again in a prick bobbing game that made him grunt. Distracting as this was, I still moaned and trembled at every slap Nick laid on my ass. The skin of my buttocks stung, the heat in them matching that of my cunt.

Just when I thought I would die—of pleasure—if he smacked me again, Nick stopped. Andrew panted as he withdrew his straining cock from my mouth. I thought for sure he would burst. He looked over my head and nodded at Nick.

“Get under her,” ordered my husband, my fast-learning kink master.

“My pleasure.” Quicker than my desire-addled brain could follow, Nick, slid under me in a sixty-nine position that brought my face close to his wide, very erect cock. The tip strained, swollen and purple, aching for relief. I’d never seen another penis before this close and in person. Andrew’s was all I’d ever known. Suddenly I had to know how Nick would feel and taste. I bobbed my head down to take a lick. A sharp yank on my hair pulled me back before my goal and I yelped.

“No one gave you permission to do that yet,” growled Andrew. I bit my lips, contrite and wondering if I’d finally gone too far for my husband.

“I think your wife is curious Andrew. Do you think she can handle my cock?”

“She’ll handle it. I know she can take it deep, and even better, she loves to swallow. And I’ll bet she’d love to have her mouth fucked while I plow her virgin ass.”

Swallow?
Wait a second, curiosity about taste was one thing, I didn’t know if I wanted…

Apparently I wasn’t to have a say for the same hand that yanked my head up pushed it back down until Nick’s cock poked at my mouth. With no option, and with no real urge to protest—after all this was my fantasy—I licked the fat head of Nick’s shaft. The saltiness of his excitement made my channel quiver and flood with even more heat and moisture.

“Suck him,” ordered Andrew from somewhere behind me.

His words made me hesitate and I debated using my safe word for things were moving so quick. Was I truly ready for this? To be so intimate with another man? Even more important, was Andrew truly ready to see me pleasure another man? My hesitation was punished—or rewarded depending on how you looked at it—with a hard slap. I let out a whooshing breath and saw Nick’s prick shiver in response. With no real option—and honestly I didn’t want to stop—I opened my mouth and took him in with a soft suck. I gasped around his turgid cap as I felt a hot mouth open wide across my own sex. Oh, pure electric bliss. Bolder, I slid my lips down the rigid length, stretching wide and even then my teeth grazed the skin of his rod. I slurped my way back to the tip and swirled my tongue around it, gasping when Nick mimicked my tongue action on my clit.

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.

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