by Marie Carnay
Her whole world spun. Rebecca didn’t know what it was about the silly little outfit she had on, but it gave her courage. Confidence. She was like a hard hitting, girl power anthem. Ready to take on the world. Or two men, at least.
As her husband’s tongue circled her own, teasing and probing and exploring, she let go. This was her night—her Christmas present to the three of them—and she was going to enjoy it. Reaching down between their bodies, she fumbled with Tom’s belt, undoing the buckle and his pants while their tongues danced. She couldn’t wait to slide her hands around his cock and feel his heat in her hand.
She smiled up at him and tugged his boxers free. They fell to the floor and pooled along with his jeans before he stepped out of them and tugged her to the bed.
“So what is it you wanted tonight?”
She bit her lip. Could she go through with it? Rebecca glanced behind her. Chris winked and she knew he’d guessed why he was still there. She gave him a nod and he stripped. Shirt then shoes. Jeans and socks. Boxers. Everything. Damn he was a specimen. But her husband wasn’t bad either. Trim in all the right places. Thick in the rest.
Turning back to Tom, she smiled. “I want you both—together. I want—to be overwhelmed.”
Chris laughed gritty and low as he slid up behind her. “I think we can manage that, don’t you, Tom?”
Tom licked his lower lip and a side of him Rebecca almost never saw sparked to life. He raised an eyebrow as he tugged her closer. “You’re sure?”
“Yes.”
“Then come here.” Tom pulled her to him and bent to suckle her nipple into his mouth.
Oh! He rolled the hardened bud around his tongue as Chris crept closer. Her old lover snaked his hands up and down her body, running his fingertips over her thighs and between her legs as her husband stroked her breasts and belly. Mmm. Two men—it was dirty and wicked and the best present ever.
Rebecca closed her eyes and let them take over, using her body and turning her on with every lick and stroke and pinch. Before she knew what was happening, Chris grabbed her arms and pulled them up. She hooked her arms behind his neck and she was airborne, her thighs gripped tight in his hands.
“What are you…”
“Shh. We’ve got you.”
Chris held her up and Tom stepped forward. “Do you trust us?”
Rebecca blinked her eyes open and met his stare. “Yes.”
“Then relax. You’ll get exactly what you want. What you need.”
She nodded as he slid closer. Tom’s hands slid along her thighs, running up against Chris’s hands to help support her weight. Realization hit her as her husband hooked her legs around his waist and thrust.
Oh, God! He took her deep. Hard. His body crashed into hers and Chris braced himself behind her.
Again and again her husband fucked her. Her body slicked with sex and sweat and she fell forward to wrap her arms around his neck.
He nuzzled her ear and whispered. “Relax. Let Chris in, baby.”
Rebecca’s eyes popped open but she nodded. She wanted this. Needed it. Chris adjusted himself and slipped a hand between her legs. As Tom held her up, Chris ran a finger around their slippery union, testing her channel, working her up.
He reached around and stroked her clit and she shuddered. “You think you can take two men inside you? Can we stretch you wide open, Rebecca?”
“Yes.” Oh, God, yes.
She was ready. Needy. Desperate.
Chris slipped his fingers around Tom’s shaft and before she could breathe, his cock was there, bumping against her taut entrance. He coated his shaft in her natural lubrication and with gentle force, eased inside.
Rebecca inhaled, sharp and quick, and he soothed her with a kiss. “Easy. Relax and you can take us both.” She exhaled and gripped Tom tighter as Chris eased farther inside. Oh, hell! Two cocks inside her slick channel. She was stuffed and stretched and so damn full. But it was…wonderful.
Her head lolled on her husband’s shoulder. “Take me, Tom. I want you both to fuck me.”
He grunted his reply, gripping her thighs tighter as he pulled back. Her husband’s cock receded and Chris surged forward. In moments, they fell into a rhythm. One pulling back, one sinking deep. In and out and over and over.
So thick and full and satisfying. Both men gripped her legs and she was trapped between them. Supported and cherished and loved. It was everything she’d wanted. More.
Nothing could be better than that moment. An orgasm built inside her as her husband and Chris fucked her without holding back. She was a buoy and they were the ocean and rocking her world.
Tom groaned and slammed into her. His release rocketed though his shaft and spilled inside her and Rebecca tipped over into oblivion.
Her muscles clenched so tight, Chris moaned and came with her. Two men pumping their seed deep inside her. Two men making her come with no space between them. No barriers. No distance. She rode the pleasure of their orgasms until at last, they all exhaled.
Chris slipped free and Tom carried her to the bed. She collapsed on top of it, delirious and happy. She was raw and sore and used, but satisfied for the first time in years. Tom climbed up next to her and she wrapped herself up in his arms.
“Merry Christmas, Tom.” She snuggled against him and he smiled against her cheek.
“Oh, Rebecca. You’re the best present a man could get.”
“That’s for damn sure.” Chris slid into bed next to her and she smiled. What a wonderful Christmas.
Epilogue
REBECCA
Sunlight filtered in through the curtains and Rebecca smiled. It was Christmas. She sat up and wiped the sleep from her eyes as the sound of running water came from the bathroom. It’d been one hell of a night. Alternating sleeping and fucking—all three of them in the bed she shared with Tom.
Rebecca knew their marriage would never be the same. It would be better. Stronger. More connected. Now they had something to share—a dirty little secret? Maybe. But it was all their own. She swung her legs out of bed and a note on her bedside table caught her eye.
She picked it up and began to read.
Merry Christmas, Rebecca. I know this wasn’t the holiday you were expecting, but I hope it’s brought new life and love into your life. I know it was just what I needed. I hope you and Tom are happy together.
Call me whenever you want to spice things up. I’ve already booked my first couple client. Looks like the new year’s going to start with a bang. Or two.
Xoxo Chris
She smiled and the door to the bathroom opened.
“You are so beautiful.” Her husband sat down next to her on the bed and nudged her shoulder.
“You’re not too shabby yourself. Merry Christmas, Tom.”
“Merry Christmas, darling.” He leaned over and kissed her forehead and Rebecca smiled.
“I love you.”
“Love you, too.”
She angled her body toward his. “It’s Christmas morning. How do you want to celebrate?”
He smiled and the heat from the night before shimmered in his eyes. “I was thinking we could stay right here. Pick up where we left off.”
Everything she thought she lost was right there, sitting on her bed. She couldn’t wait to spend the rest of forever with Tom. Rebecca leaned in with a smile. “I can’t think of anything better.”
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Also by Marie Carnay
Two sexy firemen. One curvy woman. Call the station house, it’s a three-alarm fire.
Damn. Did the air conditioning just break? Because Angie was about to break out in a sweat. Rich pinned her to the wall with his dark brown eyes. As he inhaled, the rise of his thick shoulders had her thinking of a plush king-size and two days off. Rich’s body on top of her, crushing her into the mattress. She glanced over at Dave. His strong hands touching all the rig
ht places.
Rich palmed the wall beside her head and she snapped her gaze back to him. “We don’t mean hanging out. We mean on a date. You, me and Dave. Say you’ll come.”
She swallowed. The wanton displays of man chest and chivalry that morning must have addled her brain. “Don’t you think you’ve done enough joking for one day?”
He leaned closer and fire alarms sounded in her head. “No joke. Come out with us. Have dinner. Get to know us.”
“And then what?”
His eyes raked over her like she was naked. “We’ll see where the night goes.”
Oh my God. Angie glanced at Dave and the same heat and longing coiling around her insides was reflected back in his eyes. They’re serious. She wanted to come up with a million reasons to say no.
Two men and one woman on a date? It was so far outside her comfort zone. But as she stood there, back against the wall as two gorgeous men waited for her answer, she didn’t care. They wanted her.
Not some asshole looking for a quick fuck in the back seat of his car. Hello, Steve. Two men who’d been nothing but gentlemen with the sexiest bodies firefighters could offer.
Everyone always told her to loosen up. Live a little. Maybe she could for one night.
A smile lifted the corners of her mouth. “Okay. Count me in.”
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