It was wonderful to have all three of them making love like this. They were surrounded by floating white bubbles, sitting in a hot tub, but totally concentrated on pleasing each other, three people pressed so tightly together they moved as a single unit. This was what Jewel had missed. This was what she’d craved in their relationship. The fun and the togetherness, just like they’d had when they’d first met.
Both men were pumping solidly now, having taken control of the sex from Jewel. She didn’t mind. She loved the interplay of the three of them, each an integral part of the whole, each contributing to and receiving from all the others.
“You wanted a White Christmas, right?” gasped Oscar.
Jewel nodded, her mouth full of Donovan’s cock.
“Pearl necklaces, then,” he said.
“Gotcha,” agreed Donovan, pumping his cock in and out of her mouth faster now.
Jewel had to focus to suck him, to keep rubbing her tongue along his shaft, to flick his slit, and tease the ridge.
She was also busy using her internal muscles to clench down on Oscar’s cock as he fucked her steadily. An orgasm was building inside her core. Her nerve endings were already starting to tingle.
“Ready?” asked Oscar.
Donovan let his cock slide out of her mouth and helped Oscar haul Jewel up onto her feet. Donovan’s fingers sank into her suddenly empty pussy, twisting and turning, curving up to hit the magical spot that pleased her so much. Oscar’s hand was tugging on his cock, pulling the condom off, then he exploded white streams of come onto her breasts as Donovan came in jetting spurts onto her skin.
The carnal sight, combined with Donovan’s wicked fingers, tipped Jewel over the edge and her climax burst across her. Oscar’s other arm went around her for support, and then Donovan sprayed the last of his come onto her breasts, before the three of them sank back into the water in a group hug.
“Whoa! Now that was awesome,” Jewel gasped.
“Happy holidays to us,” agreed Donovan, first kissing Jewel, then kissing Oscar, leaving all three of them breathless.
“Oh, yeah.”
Chapter Two
Later that night, they lay all snuggled up together in the large, comfortable bed, talking about romance.
“I guess I just find it totally unrealistic in a movie when the hero and heroine meet for the first time, they go out for a meal, and the hero orders all the food without consulting her at all. Then it all just happens to be her very favorite foods. I mean, either he’s been stalking her to find out that information, or it passes all belief as a coincidence,” said Jewel.
“Oh, I don’t know. As long as he ordered the lowest-calorie entree, then chocolate for dessert, he should be pretty safe,” said Oscar.
Jewel laughed, but Donovan said, “Most of the chicks at work are either on diets, or want gluten-free or some organic thingummywhatchit. There’s no way I’d risk ordering for them. I think talking about your favorite foods, and what’s special to you, could be sexy.”
“Talking is sexy?” asked Oscar.
“Yeah, I can see that. The stories behind it. Why you like something, what memories it brings back,” said Jewel.
“Like teenagers sharing a soda?” asked Oscar.
“Yes, but other things, too. Haven’t you got any romantic food-type memories?” asked Donovan.
“I can’t think of any. Have we done anything romantic with food? We’ve never been camping to have those kinds of stories.”
“Well, we’ll just have to create some sexy memories of our own. Dipping strawberries in chocolate and sharing them, for example,” said Jewel.
“We could turn you into a dinner plate and eat off you. I’d find that sexy,” said Oscar.
“Or I could coat your cocks in chocolate and lick it off you, one at a time,” suggested Jewel.
“Now you’re talking. That’d be sexy.”
“Since there’s no chocolate here, I’ll have to cope with your natural flavor,” Jewel sighed, sliding down the bed and grasping a cock in each hand. After tugging teasingly on each one, she wiggled down farther and sucked first one, then the other, into her mouth.
But strong hands gripped her shoulders and pulled her back up. “We’ve already done the sucking and licking thing. I want to come inside you. I want us both to be inside you together,” said Donovan.
“Ooh, now that sounds like the kind of plan I could really go for,” agreed Oscar, jumping out of bed and going back into the bathroom to collect the condoms and lube.
In moments, Jewel was rolled onto her stomach, and four hands were touching her ass, sliding in and out of her puckered rosette, stretching and loosening the tight muscle ring there, as fingers stroked the walls of her dark channel, softening the tissues there too.
She laid her head on her folded arms, and watched over her shoulder as Oscar and Donovan played with her ass and with each other, their hands moving steadily on her ass, her hole, and each other’s cocks, until her juices were dripping onto her inner thighs and she was burning with the need to be filled with hot, hard men.
“Enough. I’m ready, you’re ready, let’s just do it,” she said.
“Gotcha.” Donovan grabbed a condom and rolled it down his very red cock.
Oscar scrabbled around and picked up a condom for himself, inching it over his own engorged dick. Because his skin was so light, the blue vein and red head were very obvious against his pale belly.
Donovan’s skin was also fair, but more golden than white, and Jewel’s was slightly darker again, almost olive in complexion. Together, their differing skin tones made another feast for the senses, she thought.
She looked at Donovan’s upper arm and the intricate tribal tattoo there. Reaching out to him, she traced the lines of it, touching his skin lightly with her fingertip, then drawing along the artwork with the edge of a fingernail. She smiled as he shivered at her touch. Oscar was watching closely too, and she noticed the goose bumps on his skin. “Mmm. Sexy,” she murmured.
Donovan laid flat on his back and the two men lifted Jewel and placed her on top of him. She sat up and wiggled around, making sure Donovan could feel how wet her cunt was on his thighs, before she took his cock and placed it at her entrance. Even then, she played some more, sitting up high instead of sliding down and accepting him into her body. When she finally did take him in, both Donovan and Oscar groaned loudly.
“Ah, woman, you’re killing us both here,” moaned Oscar, kneeling behind her.
“Something wrong, honey?” she teased.
“Hell yes, but hopefully not for much longer,” Oscar replied, fitting the head of his cock to her ass.
He rocked forward into her, and she sat still for long moments, then finally helped him by pushing back onto his cock, taking it deep inside her in one thrust.
Once again, both men groaned.
Very deliberately, she wiggled her hips, making sure both cocks slid against her walls, knowing Donovan and Oscar would be further aroused by feeling each other through the thin internal barrier that separated them.
Four hands grabbed her hips and held her still.
“Now that’s just mean, unless you want us both to come in the next ten seconds,” complained Oscar.
Jewel laughed. “Okay. I’ll be good.”
“We’re about to be very good,” responded Donovan.
They began with Donovan sliding out until just the head of his cock remained in her cunt. As he pushed back in, Oscar gradually withdrew from her ass, so there was a continuous push-pull process going on, cranking up the heat inside her until every nerve ending in her body was on fire with desire.
Passion roared through her. She couldn’t get enough of them. Jewel patted and stroked, kissed and touched every part of them she could reach, even bending her legs backward to touch Oscar with her feet and stroke him with her toes.
But it still wasn’t enough. “I have to come,” she pleaded.
“Oh no. I don’t think so. I reckon you should wait just a little longer,” said Donovan.
“Absolutely. First of all, we need to try this,” added Oscar.
Suddenly the men were pulling out together and pushing in together, faster, harder, deeper, until the orgasm coiling inside her was roaring through her body. It raced along her arms and legs and speared up her spine, before it burst out the top of her head, almost lifting her scalp off with the force of its explosion.
“Yes!” she screamed.
“Me too,” cried Donovan, erupting into her cunt.
“Agreed.”
More heat, this time in her ass.
Jewel’s entire body was on fire, every part of her shaking. Tsunami-like waves of release rolled through her, over and over. “Damn, you’re both good,” she whispered, collapsing like a limp noodle between them.
“We’re so much better than good,” Donovan replied cockily, thrusting deep inside her once more for emphasis.
“But you were right,” Oscar added, leaning down to kiss along her shoulder and the side of her jaw. “We really need to make time regularly to do some fun stuff.”
Once again she felt the two men kiss each other over her limp, satiated body.
***
Each branch of the family tree at the holiday party had a name card of a different color, and colored stickers to show how they were connected to each other. The trio decided it was fun talking to people and making the connections.
The gift-giving time went well, with Santa Claus calling out names from the youngest to the oldest, as each came to collect their gift.
During the meal, Donovan and Oscar picked out various menu items and whispered about what erotic purpose they could be put to, leaving the three of them in fits of giggles.
“Jewel wanted a White Christmas, so I think that means cream and ice cream,” said Donovan with a leer.
“Ice cream’s too cold,” objected Jewel.
“Ah, but your breasts will get warm as we suck it off your nipples,” Oscar whispered.
“How about we do a trial run with it on your cock just to see how cold it is?” she challenged them.
“I knew it, women and chocolate. We’ll use white chocolate instead,” suggested Oscar.
“But seriously, we’ll be better at keeping the relationship fresh. We did drop the ball on that and we’re glad you made us see the need to change,” added Donovan.
“Yes, we need to put our heads together to think of some non-work activities we can do together to relax.”
“The best place to have our heads together is inside you,” Donovan whispered to Jewel.
When the music started to play, and White Christmas was the first song, they all just smiled at each other. Then Oscar mimicked blowing bubbles, and the three shared a hot look. They were already building some erotic memories together.
END.
If you liked this story, you might also enjoy these other MMF stories from Torquere Press and Berengaria Brown:
“Burning For You”
“Emerald: Protecting You”
“Flight to Joy”
“Werewolves Can’t Fly”
“Terracotta Warriors”
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