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.

Author Bio

Eve Langlais is a Canadian in her mid-thirties who’s married with three children. She resides in a small town in Ontario where she works from home as a webmistress and customer service rep. She enjoys spending time with her family, playing Wii (Mario Galaxy II being the game of the moment), reading tawdry romance novels, and writing even naughtier ones. She claims her stories come from the voices clamoring inside her head. Discover what else her twisted mind has devised at http://www.evelanglais.com.


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