Page 49 of A Season Of Sin

But damn… if that’s not what I’m walking in on.

Wolf steps back from Gracie, and his dick swings to the left as he turns to face me. “Kid.”

I damn near swallow my tongue at the sight—her round ass bent over and his cock.

“Hey.” I tug off my shirt, ball it up, and throw it on the floor before unbuttoning my pants and shoving them down with my boxers. As I step out of them, Wolf rounds the island, pulls the bottle of olive oil out of the cupboard, and meets me at Gracie’s juicy ass.

She wiggles it for us all, cute and welcoming. I spread those cheeks as Wolf drizzles oil across the soft pucker. A little pools inside, just enough to provide a nice glide.

I feed my wife my aching cock. A cock that’s been hard all day thinking of returning home to them. Needing to see them. To kiss them. To be with them. So that’s what I do. I welcome myself home in my wife’s ass, and Wolf doesn’t wait. He lines up behind me, and I bend over Gracie just enough to give him room to do so. He probes my asshole with an oil-lubed finger, but he isn’t gentle when he fucks me. There is no prep. There is no checking if I’m ready or if I can take it. He lines up and ruts me hard and fast, and all of us fall down the well of debauchery again.

It never feels like enough.

Not even after all of us are wrung dry and lying on the floor in the living room, eating cookies naked in front of the twinkling Christmas tree.

Gracie lays her head on my stomach and drapes her legs over Wolf, where he continues to play with her pussy, giving her as many orgasms as she can take.

It’s a lot.

A whole lot.

And we have all night.

Tomorrow is Christmas, the day we share a gift with my wife.

“This is the life.” She sighs and munches on another bit of cookie I feed her in perfectly sized bites. When just the head of a sugar cookie girl is left, I toss it in my mouth and fondle Gracie’s breast, or as much of it as I can fit in my hand. They’re two handfuls a piece. Soft and jiggly and so damn fun to play with.

“It is,” I agree, the most content I’ve ever been in my life as I roll her nipple between two fingers, and she groans low in pleasure.

“What are the plans for tomorrow?” Wolf asks, rubbing Gracie’s clit.

“We open presents.” Gracie moans and slams her eyes shut. Her body tightens, and she trembles as another climax takes over. A moment later, she smiles a sweet, lazy smile, a smile of happiness, a smile of the same contentment I’m feeling. I couldn’t tell you the last time we did this before Wolf—just lie around and talked. The fireplace is on, and the scent of cinnamon perfumes the air. It smells, feels, and looks like Christmas. But it’s more than that.

“And?” Wolf asks, clearly uncomfortable with the topic. “Do you have any family plans?”

“Gracie’s sister drops by with her kids, but other than that, it’s just us. What about you?” I reply, reading his body language.

He shrugs. “I usually ride on Christmas.”

“You can ride us,” Gracie jokes, and we all share a laugh.

Wolf pats her thigh. “I plan to, sweet girl.”

For hours, we relax on the floor, chatting about anything and everything. There’s no rush to get up or do anything but be together. We laugh and make out. Gracie gets off a dozen more times, but our cocks remain mostly soft. They need a break after the marathon of fucking we’ve had this week.

In the shower.

In the kitchen.

In the living room.

Gracie joined us most of the time, but when she’s working, Wolf and I have been blowing each other pretty much any chance we get. Who knew side-by-side sixty-nine would be so damn helpful when both partners have a dick? It’s the best. With a bit of extra work, you can finger and suck at the same time. There is nothing better than getting pleasure at both ends.

I’m addicted.

To this.

To them.