AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I can’t bring myself to speak, only able to moan, so I simply rummage in the sheets for the bottle and pass it to him with shaky hands. He chuckles. “Good girl.”
While Forrest is driving into my pussy, Max drizzles lube into his palm and slicks his fingers with it, then gets to work teasing and prepping his ass. “Fuck,” Forrest groans, his hips snapping sharply and driving him deep inside.
I let out a sharp yelp of pleasure. “Do that again,” I beg.
Forrest obeys, driving into me hard and fast, over and over, until I’m screaming and clutching the sheets. “Fuck, fuck, yes, oh, yes, I’m cumming!”
As I’m spiraling out in orgasm, Max slicks his dick in lube and starts working his way into Forrest’s ass.
This results in Forrest bucking forward and sending a fresh wave of pleasure crashing over me, like a second orgasm before the first is even over, and I cry out.
My head is spinning, my whole body humming, and I can feel every little twitch of their bodies, even as they try to still and give me a moment of recovery.
“Keep going,” I beg, even though the pleasure is intense almost to the point of pain.
So slowly, they pick up a rhythm again, and everything blurs into one long tunnel of white-hot, violent ecstasy. I can’t tell when one climax ends and the next begins, or even if there are more than one or if it’s just one long, unending one.
The two of them make me feel complete, and I know now that Forrest was the reason I’d held out so long before marrying Max. Even before he was part of our lives, it was like I’d been waiting, leaving room for him.
But now, I know that I’m right where I belong, and that’s right between the two of them.
It feels like a fairytale, honestly. Sure, there are moments of squabbling like any other couples, arguments over socks left on the floor or who’s going to take the trash out, but it’s domestic bliss.
And raising our daughter together is the cherry on top. The two of them are both amazing dads, and motherhood is even better than I ever imagined. I feel like it’s what I’m meant to be doing.
I’m on birth control for the moment, giving my body a chance to recover after having had Lila, but as soon as we get the OK from my doctor, we plan to start trying to give her a little brother or sister.
But in the meantime, we’re having plenty of fun practicing.
Forrest’s pace starts to quicken, and I hear how heavily he’s panting. Max is breathing pretty raggedly, himself, his hips bucking faster, and I know they’re both close to the edge. I’m so blissed out in my own world, I honestly can’t tell who cums first, but it’s a pretty close race either way, with both of them groaning out their releases just moments apart.
When they both pull out, I wriggle in between them, all three of us panting and shaking. I’m wrung out and spent, pressed in between them tight, and my eyelids feel like they weigh a million pounds.
“That was fucking incredible,” Max murmurs, pressing his lips to the back of my head.
Forrest, who I’m facing, smiles and kisses my forehead. “I second that,” he agrees.
I can’t conjure the energy to speak, so I just make a little happy sound, and both of them laugh. “Love you, too, sweetheart,” Max teases.
I snuggle against him, a wordless vow of love, and slowly let my eyes fall closed. “We absolutely wrecked her,” I hear Forrest laughing as I drift off to sleep.
Ever since I’ve been with both of them, I’ve noticed that I don’t tend to dream as much. I know that it’s probably just because I sleep more deeply with them around, or because they have a tendency to wear me out before bed, but a more sentimental part of me has another theory.
Because after all, what dream could compare to what I’ve got in the waking world?
The End
