Hot Holiday Houseguests

by Dragon, Cheryl

  “Ass sore?” Paul asked.

  She shrugged and felt hot. “Why?”

  “You’re moving around a lot,” Jack said.

  “I need to apply some more lotion. That’s all. I like it.”

  “Don’t be embarrassed.” Jack rubbed her cheek. “We like it. It’s your thing with Mark, but we get to enjoy the visual aftermath. It’s hot.”

  “It’s not you personally. It’s me, my family history. It’s weird, and I’m only used to sharing this with Mark. No one else.” Kelly didn’t even share with her best friend what she did with Mark. The shame might be real if people knew.

  “Family doesn’t need to know what you do in bed.” Paul took his turn at the keyboard.

  “They don’t. But it’s just messed up in my head. My sister got pregnant at sixteen. It’s a long story, but my parents were humiliated. They kicked her out. I was only twelve. The day I got my period, it was ‘don’t go near boys’ and how I’d end up like my sister.”

  “That’s crap. Child abuse.” Jack put his arm around her shoulders.

  “It got worse in high school.” She glanced down at her cleavage. “I’m not exactly flat. I wasn’t allowed to date, but I got attention. Dad was convinced I was slut because of how I filled out a dress.”

  “You can’t control that.” Paul put a supportive hand on her knee. “You’re part of our family now. Don’t worry. No one will call you names. We’ll be as discreet as Mark about your three guys and red ass.”

  “Aunt Irma has a pool,” Jack said.

  “Oh right. Mark better lay off the spanking for the Fourth of July pool bash. You have to go in the pool or she gets offended. That bikini you have is hot and shows off your firm backside.”

  It was so easy. So comfortable. She nearly cried at how nice it felt. Instead, she laughed. They’d cover for her, protect her and make her sexual fantasies come true. “My heroes.”

  “We’re not that good.” Paul turned to the computer when it beeped. “We’ve got an interview in a few days. Owner is returning from a trip. Cool!”

  “They must be desperate,” Jack chuckled.

  “They’re lucky if you work as hard at snow removal as you do in bed.” She checked her own email. Nothing new.

  “We work hard and play hard.” Jack moved to sit on the couch.

  “Well, I’m going to put the clothes in the dryer. If you two entrepreneurs want to practice, it finally stopped snowing. The driveway is pretty long.”

  They took the hint and headed out for the snow while she went downstairs to do the laundry and plant a little fun.

  * * * *

  Mark arrived home, thrilled to have the added consulting work for the New Year. Paul and Jack were putting away the snow blower and shovel.

  “Thanks guys.” Mark was glad for the help. Extra work meant less time for the household stuff. “Where’s Kelly?”

  “Last time we saw her, she was headed for the basement. Laundry.” Jack shrugged.

  “We should go help her.” Mark loosened his tie, fully in the mood to enjoy the holidays with his cousins and future wife.

  They found her folding towels.

  “You’ve been down here all while we were shoveling?” Paul asked.

  “Laundry for four. Plus I set out some Christmas decorations. Mark’s been busy, and I can’t carry them up all by myself. Three strong men can handle it.” She turned and looked at them. “You’re all sweaty and your jeans are caked with snow.”

  “Part of the job. Bit chilly,” Paul added.

  “Strip down and everything in the washer.” She waved them to the machines.

  Mark went to the decorations with Kelly. “I got the consulting job.”

  “Great!” She hugged him. “I put out some more resumes today. I’ll never pay off those student loans without a regular job. Economy layoffs.”

  “Don’t worry about it. We’ll be fine. It’s the holidays. Just enjoy it.” He kissed her. “We’ll take your mind off your troubles.”

  “Thanks but I need to decorate.” She pulled a piece of wood out of the box. “This should stay in the bedroom.”

  Mark laughed softly. He should’ve known she was up to something. The old wooden paddle looked like a something from a frat hazing. On one side it said naughty in big block letters. The flip side had nice cut out in thin script.

  It was a gift their first Christmas dating. Her way of asking for a little punishment. “Not the most effective but very festive.”

  “What’s going on? No secrets now.” Paul walked over stark naked.

  Mark swung it playfully. “Look out.”

  “Hey man, not for me.” Paul dodged it.

  “That’s only for me.” Kelly grabbed Mark by his tie and loosened it.

  “And we’re family. That’s weird. We don’t do guys.” Jack walked over. “Nice swing though.”

  “I’ve had a little practice.” Mark pulled Kelly to him. “In the mood? Those two could use some warming up.”

  She rubbed her ass against his cock and nodded. “What about you?”

  “Oh, I’ll get my licks in.”

  Her face froze. “Not with them watching.”

  “No, the paddle is for later.” He ran his tongue up her neck and helped her undress. “I think I’ve found you two a heating blanket, soft and sizzling.”

  They ran their chilled hand over her ass, making her shiver and bow her back. So beautiful…

  Mark was turned on instantly. He watched her kneel and suck first Jack and then Paul’s cock, alternating one in a hand and one in her mouth. The guys teased her breasts, and when Jack thrust, getting too worked up, the brothers worked together, carrying her to the stairs.

  Mark shed his clothes, carefully putting his nice suit aside when he noticed another decoration she set out to dry. They were Christmas stockings she normally hung up, including one with his name and one with hers. A bottle of glitter glue sat next to the stockings. She’d added Paul’s name to one of the blank stockings and Jack’s to another. Mark was touched. She wasn’t just deep into the sex. They felt at home here for her as well.

  Joining the group, he watched them set Kelly’s pink ass on the hard wooden steps. She didn’t even blink and reached for them. Mark could tell her ass had recovered. He leaned close to them on the railing as Paul fucked Kelly’s wet pussy and Jack knelt on the stair just right to get his cock sucked.

  “Guess you didn’t miss me at all,” Mark said.

  He loved to watch and let them play as he got hard. Every guy liked porn, but watching the woman you love living out the sexual act for you and with you was a different level. It was raw passion and intimate need that fueled Kelly. The women they’d shared before were always Jack or Paul’s girlfriends. Kelly would be Mark’s wife soon. The trust meant so much. It only made the view hotter.

  Hearing Kelly come on Paul’s cock, Mark got even more aroused. He moved closer and took Paul’s spot. Fucking her as Jack came in her mouth, Mark watched her every muscle as she swallowed the cum and nuzzled Jack’s sac.

  “Sorry, I couldn’t wait.” Jack moved up to sit on the stairs above and watch.

  Kelly licked her lips and wrapped her arms around Mark’s neck. “I love you,” she whispered.

  “Me too.” He could barely speak as he thrust into her, so on the edge of his own orgasm he bit her nipple to hold back.

  But that little trigger sent her over in wild release of lifting, scratching and screaming. “Mark!”

  “So naughty,” he said in her ear.

  She shook her head. “You can’t use that until Christmas morning. We’ve got decorating to do that doesn’t include my ass.” She kissed him softly and nudged him up to stand. Mark moved and knew he’d get her in the end.

  Chapter Four

  After three more amazing days of having three men, Kelly found it harder and harder to ignore the twinges of guilt. All those names she’d been called, and now, it was true. Sex with three men on a regular basis and she wanted it more ea
ch time.

  But life wasn’t all about the sex. This chilly Saturday morning, all four of them were clearing the backyard of twigs and branches and breaking them up for firewood after an overnight wind storm. The old trees on the wooded lot gave them plenty of shade and privacy as well as fuel for the fire.

  Kelly took a bundle in and set them on the table. Glancing out the window, she watched her men. She’d become attached to the cousins. Mark was the love of her life, her anchor. But Jack had a wild side she envied. He had no shame. Paul was more down to earth and loved cooking. He was shy, but with Mark and Jack around, he came out of his shell easier.

  Tugging off her glove, she looked at her ring. Christmas was here. What would happen after the holidays? After the wedding? Could it last?

  She’d avoided directly asking Mark those questions for fear she’d get an answer she didn’t want. Three men, it was addictive. At first, she’d feared everyone would know by looking at her. The neighbors had asked her about the extra men, and she’d told the truth. Mark’s cousins staying for the holidays. Another neighbor had rented out a room so she didn’t get any more questions. Not a raised eyebrow on the block. They’d never know how close she and her three men were.

  Luckily, none of the neighbors could see into Mark and Kelly’s backyard. It wasn’t too cold out today, and she was in the mood for fun. She took off her coat and shimmied out of her sweater. Just in a bra and jeans and her snow boots, she walked outside.

  Jack rewarded her with a whistled. “That’s what I call a snow bunny!”

  She grabbed a handful of snow and pelted him with a snowball. “I was getting overheated in the coat and sweater. It feels good. The polar bear club goes into freezing water.”

  A snowball hit her chest, and she gasped. “Paul!”

  Her nipples tightened, and her pussy quivered. She’d started it, and she wanted it. Mark slid in behind her and unhooked the bra. “Insatiable,” he whispered.

  Her skin puckered with goose bumps as he walked her back to the wooden picnic table. Laying out his coat, he eased her on her back.

  “You started it,” Mark said.

  Jack unzipped his jeans and popped his cock in her mouth. He grew as soon as her tongue went to work, and she felt warmer immediately. Paul’s hand fingering the crotch of her jeans didn’t hurt either.

  When he opened her jeans and slid his hand in, she lifted and moaned. His fingers massaged her pussy then went inside, stretching her with three fingers. The heat increased until Jack dropped some snow on her nipples, and Kelly yelped.

  “She’s on fire.” Paul rubbed her clit with his thumb.

  Kelly fucked Paul’s fingers and came in a muffled series of moans and squeaks against Jack’s cock.

  “Be quiet. You’ve got neighbors,” Jack said.

  She moaned on his cock and felt Jack’s hips thrust for more. In a few strokes, he came, bending over her body and sucking her tits.

  Paul eagerly took his brother’s spot, and Jack stuck his hand down her jeans. “How many times can we get her off?” he asked softly. Jack added a little snow on her breast and watched her bow.

  She fucked his fingers slower and pulled Paul close.

  “Mark.” Kelly reached a hand out in his direction.

  “Later,” he said.

  That was odd, but Kelly didn’t let him ruin her sexual buzz. She filed his distance in her memory. Paul pulled back and came on her chilled breast as Jack tried to fit four fingers in her cunt. Mark stepped up and covered her mouth as she bucked and cried out. Her hands clung to him as her pussy left a wet spot in her jeans.

  Mark unzipped his fly, and his hard cock sprang free. He didn’t let her suck it but jerked himself hard at the tip until he added his cum to her breast.

  “Done?” Mark asked.

  She nodded, and he removed his hand from her mouth.

  “Thanks.” If the neighbors heard her scream, she’d be humiliated forever.

  “Let’s get you inside and warm.” Mark looked at his cousins. “Don’t you two have an interview?”

  “Shit. We’re going to be late.” Paul zipped up.

  Jack followed, not looking as concerned.

  “Damn, I’m sorry. I forgot.” Kelly got up and closed her jeans. She found her bra, and they headed inside. Now, she understood why Mark had held back. For a second, she’d really believed he was annoyed at her wanting to share the men.

  “They’ll make it. But I had to short myself a little.” Mark grabbed some snow and slid it down the crack of her pants.

  She jumped and wiggled.

  “You’ll make it up to me later,” he said.

  “Always. I shouldn’t have started it now. It just seemed like a moment.” She moved close and kissed him. “Let’s go in.”

  “I need to shower you off.” He rubbed their cum into her breasts.

  Once in the kitchen, she felt she had to ask. “Actually, I wanted to talk to you about our situation with the guys.”

  If she didn’t ask now, it’d make things harder later. She was getting attached to Jack and Paul. Having the other guys around. The sex and the fun. They were a family.

  “Okay, talk.” Mark kept going up to the master bath, and she followed. They peeled off their clothes and put them in the hamper.

  “Maybe we shouldn’t do this anymore?” She shifted her weight to one hip.

  Mark closed in on her. “You started that out there. If you’re not in the mood or tired, all you have to do is say the word. You know they can control themselves.”

  Her breathing felt heavy. “It’s not that. I like the sex a lot. The holidays will be over soon and they’ll leave. We won’t have them around. And my father was right.”

  Taking a deep breath, Mark hoped this wasn’t the end. With Kelly’s past, he’d walked a fine line regarding kink and sex play. Pushing her without going too far. This was something he wanted, and all her signals said she did as well, but maybe it had been too much to hope for. Her family might have messed up her mind too much to let this sort of sex life happen, even if she loved it.

  “What’s normal? You’re enjoying it, and so am I. The stockings are great; the guys really feel at home. I can tell you like them. Are you not getting enough alone time with me?” He steered her into the shower.

  She shook her head. “No, it’s not that. I love the guys, and I love the sex. What about when we’re married? Are we taking them on the honeymoon? Will it continue? Can it? I’m afraid.”

  “Afraid of what? What people will think? We can keep it out of the backyard and the streets. That was you.” He lathered her breasts and watched the suds slip down her form.

  “What if I can’t give it up? I’m getting used to having three men.” Her voice quivered. “I felt cheated when you didn’t get me off out there just now. I’m turning into a sex addict.”

  He felt her stress level jumping up and forced himself not to laugh. “You’re not an addict. You’d never have been a virgin until college or been so nervous about the three men if you were an addict. Think of it as making up for lost time and all the repression you were put through. Enjoy the experience. You weren’t meant to be a nun.” He soaped her back and legs, kissing her body randomly. “It’s okay to enjoy sex our way. You’re not an addict.”

  “So when we’re married?” Her nails dug into his shoulders. “Maybe we should stop now so it’s not so hard. I know they’ll find women and move on.”

  Mark stood and turned her to look her in the eye. “Those two are not exactly the settling down type. They change jobs and goals like you change your shoes. Paul is too shy with women, and Jack comes off like a player. Can you imagine them supporting a household and having a family?”

  She grinned. “No, not really. It’s like Jack got the wild side and Paul got the serious. Are you saying we can keep them?” She smiled wider.

  Mark sighed in relief. She wanted more, not less. He hadn’t ruined the best thing that had ever happened to him. “Yeah, they’re staying. Maybe
someday they’ll get an apartment or something, but as long as they kick in for food and utilities, I’ll share. But you’re mine.”

  “Always. You’re sure? I don’t want it to be weird once we’re married.”

  “It’s not average, but neither are you. This isn’t a crime. I love watching you and sharing you. It’ll only get better. You’re not a slut. You’re amazing, and I’ll never let you go unsatisfied. Trust me.”

  “I do. But…”

  “But what?” He held her.

  “You can’t screw other girls. I couldn’t take that.” Her face reflected the dread that he might expect her to offer it. Kelly had given this situation a lot of thought, and he appreciated it.

  He kissed her hard and slid them back under the water for a final rinse. “I love you. I would never do that. I don’t need it. You’re more than enough. I brought up the idea of sharing you with Paul and Jack. I want it. You don’t have to worry about me asking for wild stuff. You say no if you don’t like something. We’ll work out our sex lives as we go. You’re usually the one begging for more. Okay?” He turned off the water, and they exited the shower.

  “Okay.” She smiled and kissed his shoulder.

  After toweling each other off, he snapped the towel at her ass and saw a flicker of need in her eyes. “On the bed. On your stomach.”

  She obeyed and looked over her shoulder, hiking her ass up in the air. “Thank you,” she said.

  He grabbed the wooden paddle from their toy chest. “For what? I haven’t spanked you yet.”

  Kelly blushed. “Loving me. Letting me get kinky and not judging me. Trusting me. Sharing me.”

  Kissing her thigh, Mark felt a tug at his heart as well as his need. She was truly his. He had no fear of the future or sharing her. She loved him, and that’s all he needed.

  Bringing the paddle down, he watched her eyes close. Rough wood on wet skin. She rocked for more. “We should try that picnic table screw in the summer when you can get naked.”

  She moaned as he landed another strike. “Yes, but you’d do something like rub popsicles over me to keep me cool.”

  Mark paddled her left cheek then the right until she bucked up. The hot pink patch would darken. They hadn’t hit her limit, but he had other plans. “Maybe I want your tits red this time. Very festive. Roll over.”