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The following is a sexy short story about a couple sharing a little intimacy with help from a strict, but fair dominatrix at a BDSM club. Enjoy!

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“You’re in my domain now, mutts! What I say from here on out is law! Do you understand?”

The harsh, authoritative voice of Mistress Vinetra boomed throughout the chamber. It hit with such force and intensity that Olivia “Lily” Bristow shook, as though she’d been struck by a rod. Her husband, Byron Bristow, reacted with an even greater shudder. And he was a former marine who stood nearly a foot taller than their scantily dressed Mistress.

But even though she was so harsh and demanding – glaring at them the way a warden would look at a couple of prisoners – they stook meek and obedient in her presence. With their head hung low, they addressed her with the utmost submission.

“Yes, Mistress Vinetra. We understand,” Lily and Byron said simultaneously.

The woman before them just sneered and cracked her knuckles.

“What was that? Did you just cough or whimper? Because I didn’t hear shit!” she barked. “Either tell me you understand! Or face my wrath!”

In her hands, she gripped a leather studded whip. Then, in a demonstration of rare skill, she cracked it with a flick of her wrist. The tip came so close to Lily’s face that she felt the air brush by her cheek. Mistress Vinetra did the same to Byron. And it had the desired effect.

“Yes! We understand! We understand!” Lily said, sounding on the brink of tears.

“Please, Mistress…forgive us,” said Byron, his lips quivering. “We acknowledge your authority. We trust in your word.”

“Then, say it louder!” she barked. “Tell me who your mistress is!”

“You are!” the two of them yelled.

“Louder!”

“YOU ARE!” they said, practically screaming it at that point.

The walls trembled and their ears rung. This particular chamber wasn’t the most spacious place to carry out the task before them. But that was somewhat necessary for a bondage dungeon. It couldn’t be too luxurious. Lily and Byron learned long ago that certain places needed to be uncomfortable in order to set the right mood – relatively speaking.

This particular bondage dungeon was known for going the extra mile. It was an invite-only club that catered exclusively to those seeking a fully immersive BDSM experience. The people who ran it weren’t just ordinary enthusiasts. They were professionals, on par with licensed therapists. Whether they worked in bondage, submission, fetishism, or role playing, the patrons of this dungeon could rest assure that they only dealt with the best of the best from the BDSM world.

Standing side-by-side, they exchanged glances as Mistress gripped her whip and paced before them.

This middle-aged woman carried herself as someone who ate, slept, and breathed BDSM. Her attire consisted entirely of high-quality black leather, all of which had been custom fitted to high her toned, athletic body like a second skin. It included thigh-high stiletto boots, matching black gloves that ran halfway up her arm, a black corset that had a cutout for her large breasts, and crotchless panties that displayed her vagina, even in poor lighting.

But the most distinguishing feature of Mistress Vinetra’s attire was her mask, which covered her head and half her face. She’d boasted before that she made it herself, customizing it for her head and embroidering it with a unique array of symbols. It was her most distinguishing piece and she wore it like a crown. And within this chamber that she had set up, she was queen.

“I know why you’re here again,” she said, still pacing and grasping the whip. “You need another lesson in Mistress Vinetra’s discipline. Tell me I’m right!”

“Yes! You are right, Mistress,” Byron said quickly.

“I supposed I shouldn’t be too surprised. You mutts are so pathetic and inept. You can’t handle yourselves. You need my forceful hand to guide you. Tell me I’m right!”

“You’re right, Mistress!” Lily said, just as quickly.

The domineering woman just shook her head and sneered. She then turned towards Lily and pointe the tip of her whip at her face, aiming it right between her eyes.

“You’re lucky I’m a merciful mistress,” she told them, her voice both menacing and oddly lurid. “You come into my domain. You pay handsomely to lock yourself in this chamber. I can and will guide you. But you must exercise complete obedience. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Mistress Vinetra!” said Lily and Byron like loyal soldiers.

“Louder!” she barked.

“YES, MISTRESS VINETRA!” they shouted.

Responding so loudly and obediently took Lily back to boarding school. Obeying authority and following rules had been a constant in her life since she was a child. She’d grown up in a strict religious household. Her father was an accomplished businessman and her mother was principle at a prestigious private school. They’d made it clear to her and her four siblings at a young age. There were a lengthy list of rules that they were expected to follow. Breaking or undermining those rules usually resulted in immediate and strict punishments.

Her husband’s upbringing was very similar. His parents both came from military backgrounds. His father was an accomplished officer in the navy and his mother ran a successful veterans charity. Like her parents, they sent Byron to military school so that he could understand and appreciate the value of discipline. It made him a very stern, regimented person by nature. It ultimately served him well during his time in the marines.

Throughout their respective lives, she and Byron exercised great discipline. Even when they started dating, having met during a military parade, they followed a strict regimen. They would even go so far as to time their dates by the hour. And when they got married, they demanded the ceremony start exactly at noon, much to the chagrin of their less disciplined relatives.

While that discipline had served them well for much of their lives, they quickly learned it had been a hindrance on their sex life. They realized during their honeymoon that intimacy, even among married couples, didn’t have as many strict rules. It led to many failed efforts and awkward nights. For a time, she and Byron had been at a loss.

Then, they discovered the lurid world of BDSM. And shortly afterwards, they met Mistress Vinetra.

“Glad we understand each other,” the leather-clad woman said coldly. “Now, let the guidance begin. Take off your clothes!”

Lily and Byron couldn’t comply fast enough. They both stripped down with an urgency that wasn’t the least bit sensual. But in shedding their clothes before this woman and within this domain, something already awoke within them.

They usually did a good job at hiding it, but not tonight. Lily could sense the intensity in her husband’s breathing as he unbuttoned his shirt quickly, undid his pants, and took them off along with his underwear. Being told what to do in such a clear, direct manner often got him energized – nut unlike his days at boot camp. But this time, that energy had a sexual component.

“All of it!” Mistress Vinetra barked. “Take it all off!”

They stripped faster. And when she slapped the whip in her hand, it got Lily going too – reminding her of the nuns and priests who ran her old boarding school. She was already down to her bra and panties, breathing heavily like her husband every step of the way. Upon removing her bra and slipping out of her panties, she felt that same energy. And it had an effect on her.

“Damn. I’m already getting wet,” Lily said under her breath.

“What was that?” the imposing woman yelled.

“Nothing! Nothing at all, Mistress!” she said meekly before stepping out of her panties.

Now fully naked, alongside her husband, she stood at attention before Mistress Vinetra. Instinctively, she used her hands to cover parts of her nakedness. It was a standard reflex for a woman who’d grown up in such a strict, conservative home.

But Mistress Vinetra was having none of that. She used the whip to slap her arms from afar, forcing her to keep her hands by her sides.

“Hey! Don’t you dare cover up!” she said sternly. “Your tits, your pussy, and everything in between should be completely exposed.”

She then turned the whip towards Byron, who was equally inclined to cover his exposed genitals. But he quickly refrained.

“The same goes for your dick and balls!” she said to him. “Be ashamed of your bodies on your own time. In my chamber, you get naked and you don’t hide it! Those are my rules. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress Vinetra!” they both shouted in response.

At this point, she and Byron were more focused. Within this woman’s chamber, everything was so ordered and strict. But some of her rules clashed directly with other rules she had followed all her life. Modesty had always been a big deal in her family. Lily used to be so self-conscious that she wouldn’t even undress in front of other girls at school during gym class. Even after their wedding, just getting undressed in front of her husband had been challenging.

Now, here she was, bare-ass naked in a BDSM dungeon with a husband who was so reserved he avoided women in bikinis. But instead of shame and self-consciousness, she felt something else. She felt aroused – energized by the notion that this chamber operated under different set of rules, but rules that were still very strict.

“You feel it already, don’t you?” the leather-clad woman said, pointing the tip of her whip at their genitals. “The power of my authority – it’s making you hot and horny like pigs in heat.”

Lily opened her mouth to respond, but then her mistress pointed the whip towards her mouth to silence her. Byron bit his lip too and kept standing at attention. But that was no longer the only thing at attention.

“Your dick is getting hard. Your pussy is getting wet,” the imposing woman said, putting her whip at their lower bodies. “You don’t just demand my authority. You crave it!”

She and Byron remained silent, standing still like soldiers in front of a drill sergeant. They kept breathing heavily, their hearts racing as they faced Mistress Vinetra’s imposing glare. The energy and tension of the room escalated as she began pacing before them, casually slapping her whip into her hand. More and more, it became sexually charged. It was as though their bodies didn’t know the difference between sexual arousal and harsh discipline.

Those blurred lines were the key to the experience they sought. She and Byron learned early in their exploration of BDSM that many kinds emerged when the lines between ordinary arousal and sexual arousal became obscure. Finding and focusing on those lines had been a challenge. But Mistress Vinetra helped them in that journey. For that reason, among many others, she had their trust, as well as their total obedience.

“There are so many ways I could use that to humiliate you,” Mistress Vinetra said. “I could degrade and hurt you in ways you can’t imagine. And in my chamber, there’s nothing you could do to stop me.”

That was meant to scare them. She even moved in closer, so much so that Lily could smell her overpriced perfume and imported black lipstick. Most rational people would’ve been terrified or put off, at the very least.

Instead, it just made her and Byron even hornier. Byron was already semi-erect. Lily still didn’t know if that was because of or in spite of his lifetime of sexual reservations.

“But lucky for you dirty mutts, I’m understanding as well as merciful,” Mistress Vinetra said in a more measured tone. “And in order to properly guide you, I’ll need the right tools.”

A lascivious grin crept across her face, evoking even more excitement between her and Byron. Still gripping her whip, the leather-clad woman slipped off to the side towards a large black cabinet stood against the wall. It resembled an old dresser, common to master bedrooms. When she opened the double doors, they heard her rummage through what sounded like an old toolbox. But they couldn’t see what she was getting.

“Eyes forward! Don’t you dare peak!” she barked from behind the doors.

Their heads snapped back into their previous position, their arms tensing as they continued standing like soldiers, still fully nude and awaiting orders. Mistress Vinetra kept sifting through her tools. The sound of metal and plastic objects clanking together filled the chamber. For all they knew, she was doing it on purpose. This was just her way of building the tension even more.

Even if it was, Lily and Byron didn’t dare question her. They just waited patiently until she emerged from behind the cabinet with a small bag of objects in hand. Lily was tempted to peak over to see what they were, but resisted that temptation in the name of respecting her Mistress’ rules.

“You! Bitch in heat!” Mistress Vinetra said, directing her voice towards Lily. “Present your hands and wrists to me.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Lily said quickly.

That obedient response earned her a quick swat on her buttocks by the whip.

“I don’t remember telling you to talk!” she spat. “That was a warning. Consider it the last warning I give!”

Lily’s lips quivered, but she remained silent. The part of her butt where the whip struck really stung. Mistress Vinetra had surprising strength for a woman of her stature. But that sting didn’t just dissuade her from saying anything else. It added to her arousal.

She could already feel it between her legs, the folds of her womanhood becoming wet and engorged. Given her conservative upbringing, this kind of arousal was so taboo and forbidden. Good, upstanding woman weren’t supposed to get this horny, even around their husbands. It was so wrong by every standard she had ever learned, but it felt so right on a much deeper level.

Even as she tried and failed to hide her arousal, Lily did as her mistress asked. She placed her wrists together and presented them to her mistress, as if she were being arrested. Almost immediately, she felt the older woman grab her wrists and secure them with handcuffs. They were not the cheap, toy variety either. These were real. They were meant to retrain those who didn’t want to be restrained.

“You are bound in my lair, bitch,” Mistress Vinetra said right to her face, employing a deeply lurid voice. “Now, come with me. Make your way to the Submission Rack. Say you’ll follow me!”

“I will follow you, Mistress,” Lily said without hesitation.

Her voice was meek, but a touch of excitement had entered her tone. It even showed as Mistress Vinetra pulled hard on her wrists to guide her into the chamber, drawing her towards the special setup in the back of the room. Usually, that was where beds were placed, often with special attachments for BDSM tool. But this time, their mistress had ditched the bed entirely and opted for a modified table.

It looked like a standard massage table, not unlike those found in massage parlors. But this one had some modifications made to it, most likely by Mistress Vinetra herself. There were special straps around the legs and a few extra latches along the side. It looked like a piece of furniture that had been specifically designed for BDSM. It was a testament to their mistress’ expertise.

“Bend over!” Mistress Vinetra demanded the moment they arrived.

This time, she didn’t wait for her to comply. The older woman shoved her against the table and pushed her down, her breasts and torso now pressing against the cold black leather of the rack. It caused immediate discomfort, especially with her nipples. But Lily didn’t dare protest.

While she processed this new discomfort, Mistress Vinetra worked quickly. She grabbed Lily’s bound wrists and pulled them towards a special latch that had been installed on the side of the table. That latch included a small, but sturdy chain lock. Upon opening it, she interlocked it with the center of Lily’s cuffs. It left her effectively bound to the table – totally prone, completely naked, and with no means of escape.

“Now, you’re completely at my mercy,” Mistress Vinetra said, leering over her with a perverse sneer. “First, I secured your obedience. Now, I have your body. And I can do anything I want to it!”

To further belabor her point, she took her whip and swatted Lily’s butt again. She managed to hit the same area she’d struck earlier, which already had already turned slightly red. Lily let out a sharp wince, unable to shut out the pain completely.

“Ungh! That…really stings,” she groaned.

“Silence!” the older woman spat.

More harsh swats followed. The sound of hard leather smacking exposed skin filled the chamber. Lily winced and groaned, biting her lip to stop herself from saying anything else. But at one point, her groans shifted into something other than pain.

It was happening again. That line between pain and pleasure was starting to blur. She’d learned how to walk that line since she and Byron began exploring BDSM. In time, she thought she knew how to navigate it. But Mistress Vinetra had a talent for blurring it even more. She must have uncovered something new because Lily didn’t remember getting this horny last time. Even her mistress noticed.

“Still so wet, like an animal in heat,” Mistress Vinetra noted, her gaze turning towards her groin. “Pathetic, but predictable.”

She taunted her even more, grazing the tip of her whip over the outer flesh of her vulva. That triggered an unexpected twinge of pleasure to counter the lingering sting from her ass. It sent her deeper into this state of intense desire. She couldn’t see her husband from her prone position, but she could feel his hungry eyes on him.

Were Mistress Vinetra not in total control, he would’ve pounced on her like an animal as well. But, being the good soldier he was, he just stood back and watched their mistress work. While Lily entered this new state, their mistress retrieved another tool from her arsenal. It was a mid-sized ball gag. And she didn’t even wait for Lily to react. She just grabbed her by the jaw, pulled her up, and shoved the ball gag in it before securing it.

“Mmf!” was all she got out.

“There!” Mistress Vinetra said. “I was going to let you use your mouth. But you insisted on disobeying. And in my chamber, there are consequences for disobedience.”

The older woman roughly shoved Lily’s her head aside. It was a harsh gesture, but it got the point across. She wasn’t just supposed to obey. She was supposed to feel the consequences for disobeying.

That simple, stern dynamic had guided her life since childhood. Lily had followed it and respected it, more so than most. It never took on a sexual component. But once those lines got blurred, it took her body and her mind into uncharted territory. She went from embracing this kind of discipline to craving it.

With her hands cuffed, her mouth gagged, and her naked body completely prone, Lily had been thoroughly disciplined by Mistress Vinetra. The older woman proceeded to tease parts of her back and buttocks with the tip of her whip, admiring her handiwork as she made her way around the table.

Finally, she turned her attention back to Byron, who was still standing at attention like a soldier. He’d just watched another woman in a bondage costume bind, gag, and humiliate his wife. And, for reasons that only he and Lily understood, it left him very aroused.

“I see there are other consequences in play,” Mistress Vinetra said with a smirk. “Did watching me bind your wife make your dick hard? Answer me!”

“Yes, Mistress. It did,” Byron said, responding as though he were talking to his old marine drill sergeant.

“Does it make you want to fuck her?” she asked, now pointing the tip of the whip at his hardened penis. “Answer!”

“Yes, Mistress! It does,” he said, this time louder than before.

Mistress Vinetra moved in closer, casting Byron a lurid leer. She got in so close that he could smell her perfume. From there, she reached down with her gloved hand and grasped his penis. He winced at her firm grip. She then squeezed it while trailing the tip of the whip over the sinews of his upper body. Even from across the room, Lily could hear her husband let out a sexually charged gasp.

He was too disciplined to admit it, but he wanted her. He wanted her so badly. But a lifetime of rules, regiments, and restraint kept him from just unleashing his desires upon her. A man like Byron needed a push. And Mistress Vinetra would do more than just push.

“Then, here’s what you’re going to do,” she said firmly. “First, you’ll your hands behind your back. Then, I’m going to cuff you, just like I did your wife. Tell me you understand!”

“I understand,” Byron said obediently.

He then did as she asked, dutifully placing his hands behind his back like a prisoner waiting for his shackles. Mistress Vinetra only offered him the slightest look of approval before slipping behind him, retrieving another pair of cuffs, and securing his wrists. Even though he was younger, taller, and fitter, he was completely at her mercy. Something about that got them both more excited.

“Second, you’re going to walk up to your bound and gagged wife,” Mistress Vinetra continued, “and you’re going to fuck her. You’re going to fuck her hard and raw. And if you don’t fuck her with the vigor I demand, you will be punished. Is that clear? Answer!”

“Yes, Mistress! It’s clear…very clear,” Byron said, his voice brimming with anticipation.

“Very good,” she said. “There is a third act. But I’ll reveal that at a later time of my choosing. For now, get moving!”

To further belabor her point, she used her whip to swat Byron’s butt. Lily could tell from the sound it made that she struck him a lot harder than she had her. It wasn’t just that Byron was a trained marine used to pain and discomfort. He was just the kind of man who got more motivated when extra force was applied.

The trained soldier moved quickly, scurrying across the room with his hand still bound behind his back. Mistress Vinetra followed him closely, still using the whip to swat his butt and lower back. That kept the motivating going.

“Faster!” the older woman barked. “Get over there, your horny dog! You’ve got a bitch in heat who needs your cock!”

Byron didn’t say a word. He just winced and grunted as he rushed over to his bound wife, his hardened penis tensing and bouncing as he approached.

By the time he arrived, he was already short of breath. But it wasn’t due to the simple exertion of being rushed by a woman with a whip. Lily could hear him seething with lust as he stood over her naked body, her round buttocks presented before her as she lay bound and gagged. Despite her state, her arousal hadn’t waned. She was still very wet and aroused. She even wiggled her hips a bit, as if to urge him to enter her.

“Mmf!” Lily moaned through the gag, her lust showing in her tone.

“Silence!” Mistress Vinetra shouted, swatting her back with her whip. “Save your whimpering moans for the ravaging that awaits you!”

The sting of the whip and her burning arousal further blurred the intimate lines. Lily looked back briefly, seeing her husband gaze at her with such intensity and desire. The mask of discipline had finally slipped. He was finally revealing how much he wanted her. It sent Lily deeper into a sexual state. She really felt like a dog in heat, just like her Mistress described.

“Plant your feet. Angle your hips!” Mistress Vinetra demanded. “Put that cock of yours right up against her juicy cunt!”

Byron did as he was told, as he always did. Even someone of his fit stature trembled under her harsh orders. Lily could feel it as the tip rubbed up against her wet folds. The tension and energy of the chamber was overwhelming. Her heart raced so fast that every sense became heightened. She had never wanted a simple physical act so much before.

But neither she nor Byron dared act without Mistress Vientra’s orders. What happened next was completely at the whim of their Mistress. She seemed to delight in their inability to act without her, even at their most aroused. But despite their total submission to her whim, she didn’t torment them with anticipation.

“Now, fuck! Fuck like the runts you are!” Mistress Vinetra exclaimed.

She delivered one final swat of her whip on Byron’s buttocks. It was, by far, the hardest and loudest yet. Like a reflex, he thrust his hips forward. In doing so, he entered Lily’s vagina with his cock. Hard, rigid flesh penetrated soft, moist depths. A sharp surge of sensations flowed through them, the hot feeling of sexual entwinement consuming them both.

That powerful feeling removed all remaining limits. From there, all the discipline and restraint that Byron had exercised for years vanished. Like a animal finally released from its cage, he began fucking her. It was not the tender, gentle lovemaking they’d attempted on their honeymoon. It was fucking, plain and simple. And all Lily could do was brace herself as her husband unleashed the full extent of his desires.

“Lily…” he gasped, his voice weak with lust.

“Silence!” yelled Mistress Vinetra. “Less talking. More fucking!”

She swatted his ass several times with her whip, which got Byron humping harder and faster. He grit his teeth and seethed with greater exertion, thrusting his hips back and forth at a vigorous pace. Heavy grunts and groans followed. Lily’s naked body rocked in accord with every thrust, her skin grinding hard against the leather of the table. Due to the shackles and the gag, there wasn’t much she could say or do. She just took it, her body absorbing all this hot sex.

And it felt good.

It felt really, really good.

The idea of sex feeling so good was hardly radical. But it had been so taboo for her entire life. Neither she nor Byron knew how to make it feel this good, even after they got married. There was nobody to give orders, set rules, or explain the process. But in the end, they didn’t need advice. They needed a harsh, capable expert in BDSM to bark orders.

“Yes! That’s it! That’s how you do it!” Mistress Vinetra exclaimed. “That’s how obedient mutts fuck!”

Standing right by the table, she watched intently as Byron fucked Lily with great tenacity. She occasionally swatted his butt with the whip, ensuring he maintained that vigorous pace. She also slipped the tip just under the table and rubbed it against Lily’s crotch. Somehow, she managed to rub it right up against her swollen clitoris – a remarkable feat, given how Lily hadn’t been educated much on that part of female anatomy.

“Mmm!” Lily moaned, the effect of the pleasure echoing through her gag.

“What’s the matter, bitch? Has nobody ever rubbed your clit before?” her mistress laughed.

She said that knowing full-well that Lily had gone to a religious school. The quality of their sex education was questionable at best. And their understanding of what made for great sex was non-existent, especially for women. They’d given Lily the impression that women weren’t supposed to enjoy sex. Mistress Vinetra had long since allayed her of that opinion.

Lily dared to enjoy every savory moment of this decadent act. With each movement, Byron’s pelvis smacked against her buttocks. The sound of their flesh colliding filled the chamber with litany lewd noises. Those same noises seemed to drive Byron to not hold back – to fully embrace, with her, their primal want for sex. It was so visceral that Lily could hear her husband’s flesh sloshing inside her.

To a girl raised in such a strict, religious upbringing, it was obscene.

But to that same girl, who had awakened her sexual side in unexpected ways, it was nothing short of exhilarating.

To a girl raised in that environment, it took her to new sexual heights. And between the heavy humping of her powerful husband and the skilled teasing of her clit by Mistress Vinetra, Lily soon found herself on the cusp of orgasm. The look on her face – eyes dazed, expression tensing, and a bit of drool dripping down her lip – made it very obvious.

“Ha! You’re about to come. Aren’t you, bitch?” Mistress Vinetra taunted.

“Mmf!” she answered, the tone doing plenty to get the message across.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she laughed. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. A mutt like you – pretending to be so pure and innocent – you’re always the horniest bitches!”

She pressed the tip of her whip against her crotch even harder, adding enough pressure to push Lily past the point of no return. There was no stopping it now. She was going to climax.

“Very well,” Mistress Vinetra sighed, as though it were the most mundane thing in the world. “Go ahead. Come! Come like the horny bitch you are!”

Lily, having the blessing of her mistress along with her husband’s relentless ravaging, clenched her fists and braced for the approaching orgasmic rush. Her body trembled in its bound state, arching back and tugging at her restraints. Her movements were so intense that Byron had to slow his movements, almost losing his balance as she writhed before him.

Then, she felt it. Her hips bucked, her vaginal muscles contracted, and her expression twitched erratically. A long, hot rush of pleasure washed over her, consuming her from the inside out with ecstasy.

“Mmmmmmm!”

Mistress Vinetra just laughed while Byron steadied his hips, watching as his wife achieved climax. It must have been quite a sight because Lily could feel his gaze on her. She learned early on in their sex life that she was very animated when she had an orgasm. Mistress Vinetra once joked it was a product of having denied herself such pleasure for most of her life. But in the heat of such a moment, it was no laughing matter.

“Now, that is the look of a sex crazed slut,” Mistress Vinetra laughed, pointing her whip right at her face.

Lily barely heard those words. That didn’t make them any less true. She probably looked like a full-blown nymphomaniac, dazed by the basic pleasures of such a basic act. She could even feel Byron gaze on her, astonished that a woman who was so modest most of the time could be so sexual. He would never say it out loud, but that drove him wild with a special kind of passion.

He’d slowed his thrusts to a steady grind, just enjoying the hot throbbing sensation around his cock while she climaxed. Mistress Vinetra kept laughing, using her whip to push her head up by her chin so that she could not hide her expression. As the orgasmic rush neared its completion, the leather clad woman leaned in so that her face was all Lily saw.

“You see? That’s what you get for following the rules,” she said sternly. “Submit to me and achieve the utmost pleasure. Do you understand?”

“Mmhmm,” Lily managed to say through her gag.

“Good, you horny bitch. But don’t think you’re done for a second,” she said, grabbing her chin with her gloved hand. “You got yours. Now, your horny hubby is going to get his…even if it means treating you like his own personal fuck toy.”

Lily was still in a post-orgasm daze, her brain unable to process the extent of her words. Mistress Vinetra didn’t wait for her to catch up. She was already exercising her authority, slipping around to the other end of the table. Byron could only watch on, his desire for sex still going strong.

Their mistress worked quickly. She undid the shackles that kept Lily’s cuffed wrists bound to the table. That finally allowed her some extra movement. But it didn’t last long. Her wrists stayed bound and Mistress Vinetra didn’t give her time to change that.

“Turn over!” she demanded. “On your back! Hands above your head!”

Lily complied as though it were a reflex. In her daze, her body seemed to move with little forethought. But she didn’t resist. She didn’t even try to remove the ball gag from her mouth.

Before she knew it, Lily was lying flat on her back atop the table. She could now see Byron standing over her, still breathing heavily with a fully erect dick. She then felt Mistress Vinetra pull her wrists back so that they were over her head. From there, she secured them to the side of the table with another strategically placed shackle.

It once again left her bound and prone, completely at the mercy of both her husband and her mistress. She had no further say from here on out. She was just a woman in full submission, ready to fulfill her role in this intimate act.

“There!” Mistress Vinetra said upon securing her wrists. “Now, you’re going to lay there, spread your legs, and watch your husband fuck you. And he’s going to keep fucking you until he comes. Is that clear, Mr. Hubby?”

“Yes, Mistress. It’s clear,” said Byron.

“And she’s gonna take it! She’s gonna take it all!”

She said that last part right into her ear, as if to allay any doubts as to how this would play out. Lily, still reeling from her orgasm, had none to begin with. Without offering a muffled moan in acknowledgement, she just spread her legs as wide as she could. It was her way of telling her husband that she understood.

She was giving herself to him.

She was giving herself over to this feeling and this role.

He’d done his part. Now, she was doing hers.

“What are you waiting for?” yelled Mistress Vinetra. “Do it! Fuck her!”

Byron answered only with a deep, masculine grunt. He then locked eyes with her, maneuvered himself between her legs, and guided his penis back into her dripping wet vagina. His hands were still bound behind his back, but that didn’t hinder him in the slightest. That still didn’t stop Mistress Vinetra swatting his torso with her whip. Even a good soldier needed prodding.

“That’s it! Now, start humping!” she told him. “Work that cock! Get it in nice and deep!”

Byron answered with another grunt, his gaze intensifying even more. It was enough to make Lily hot with passion all over again. It led her to spread her legs wider, bend her knees back, and offer him plenty of room to work with.

Once he entered her, he resumed their heated sex. Back and forth, Byron worked his hips with greater urgency. At this point, he wasn’t just obeying his Mistress. He longed for a release of his own. Lily could see it in his face – the subtle strain that revealed the desperate desire. Sweat had formed on his brow and his member throbbed harder with each successive thrust.

“Harder! Faster!” Mistress Vinetra demanded, swatting his butt with the whip. “I know you wanna come. You wanna come so bad, don’t you?”

“Yes…I do,” Byron grunted.

“Say it again! I can’t hear you!”

“I said yes! I do!”

“Say to your wife! Tell her what you want to do to her!”

“I want to fuck you! I want to come! I want it…so much!”

His words were so blunt and vulgar. These were never words he dared utter outside this room. Even during their honeymoon, they never spoke in such profane ways. Even when the desire was present, the guidance was not. Just telling one another what they wanted sexually just never came easy.

But Mistress Vinetra made it easy.

She made it clear and blunt, even if it often meant being profane and vulgar.

Crude language aside, it got the point across. And it quickly got Byron to the brink of orgasm. Harder and faster, he humped her with greater urgency. Lily even encouraged him with her eyes, telling him with her dazed glance that she wanted this. She wanted him to share in the same pleasure that she’d just experienced.

Finally, Byron reached that special summit. He crossed that point of no return.

“I’m…coming!” he exclaimed.

“Yes! Do it! Empty your balls! Fill her with your cum!” Mistress Vinetra seethed.

What unfolded next was almost as theatrical as the display Lily had put on earlier. Byron, his feet planted firmly on the floor, bent his knees and leaned over for extra leverage. From there, he delivered a few more targeted thrusts before pushing his member into her deepest depths before the feeling washed over him.

When it hit, he let out a long, masculine moan that echoed throughout the chamber. Lily had come to love that sound. Along with that moan came that hot, intimate feeling inside her as he released his pent-up load of sexual fluids. It was an incredible feeling, his juices mixing with hers inside her depths. And as he leaned over more, his imposing body trembled at the waves of pleasure that followed.

“Such a strong, obedient stud,” Mistress Vinetra commented. “That’s how you really fuck!”

A smug, but satisfied grin formed on the older woman’s face. But neither Lily nor Byron noticed it. For once, their mistress’ attention was not their concern.

 Through his blissful rush, Byron never diverted his gaze from her. And Lily never diverted her gaze from him. Even in this lurid situation – this chamber within a BDSM dungeon that they had willingly entered – their love found a way to entwine with their lust.

It was something they only ever achieved in places like this, a complete submission to this powerful feeling. A lifetime of obedience, modesty, and repression had left them so ill-equipped to navigate sex. But with the help of Mistress Vinetra, they didn’t just embrace the greater pleasures of this act. Their love, as well as their fondness for rules and order, became stronger.

“Well done, you horny mutts. You entered my domain. You followed my rules. And you achieved what we sought,” their mistress said sternly as she set aside her whip and went around to undo their cuffs. “Just remember that submission isn’t just about rules. It’s about dedication. You’re both clearly dedicated to following the right rules. Stick your mistress and you’ll be the most loving, dedicated, sex-crazed mutts you strive to be.”

The following is a sexy short story about two people celebrating their love, just because. Enjoy!

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He came home that night from a long day at work, not expecting much. It had been just another ordinary day for Jay Grissom. He’d woken up early, gone for a short jog, made himself some coffee, and left the house for his office at the consulting firm he’d worked at for five years now. Jay had been so casual in his routine that he barely spoke to his wife of seven years, Sadie Sonya, when they met up in the kitchen.

She was still tired and groggy, wearing a robe and checking her work emails. She clearly wasn’t expecting much from work that day, either. Being a dental hygienist, Sadie’s routine was just as typical.

There were no major events scheduled for that week.

There were no major holidays coming soon.

There weren’t even any major milestones, be they birthdays, anniversaries, or historic dates.

But that only made what Jay saw when he got home all the more special.

“My God,” was all he could say.

“Just the reaction I was hoping for,” Sadie laughed.

It was something out right out of a steamy romance novel or a dirty movie. Sadie had closed the blinds, rearranged the furniture, and set up an inflatable air mattress just in front of the fireplace. On the coffee table and TV stand, she placed an elaborate array of electric candles. She’d also placed special red cloths over each lamp, bathing the entire living room in an erotic red hue.

But at the center of it all was Sadie herself. She’d once again raided the sexy draw in their dresser, breaking out the see-through lingerie and matching thong underwear she knew he loved. She’d also placed rose petals over the inflated bed with special bottles of exotic lotion nearby. It left little ambiguity as to what she intended for them this evening.

“I know it’s late. I know you’re tired, sore, and restless,” she said in the sweetest, sexiest tone he’d ever heard. “But I still want to do this.”

“Why? What’s the occasion?” Jay asked, still flabbergasted by the sight before him.

“No occasion. No reason. Just because,” Sadie answered.

A wide, beaming grin formed on his face. It was the perfect response that fully encapsulated why he’d fallen in love with this woman.

Sadie mirrored that grin as she rose from the inflatable mattress, approached him while sensually swaying her hips with every side, and welcomed him home with a deep, affectionate kiss. While Jay savored the taste of her sweet lips, she helped him out of his clothes. The overpriced suit he’d worn that day came off quickly. Sadie had gotten quite adept at undoing the buttons, belt, and tie his work required him to wear. Jay didn’t even mind that she was overly casual in tossing it aside into a pile on the floor, knowing fully that they would get wrinkled, dirty, and in need of a trip to the dry cleaners.

It was all worth it. Because it meant he could feel Sadie’s soft hands on his naked skin.

By the time she pulled down his boxers, they were already making their way back to the inflatable bed. Their kissing became more fervent – lips meshing harder as tongues hungrily twirled. By the time he laid her down, he’d removed her lingerie to reveal her ample breasts. Even though they had been clearly visible through the thin fabric, it still felt so good – feeling her fleshy mounds with both hands. It earned Jay a soft purr from his beautiful wife.

“Mmm…you’re not as tired as I thought,” Sadie said playfully.

“I thought I was too,” Jay said. “Not anymore!”

They laughed together as they embraced a more playful spirit. In short order, he and Sadie were making out atop the inflatable mattress like a couple of horny teenagers. As their kissing became messier and more heated, they let their hands roam freely – touching and caressing naked skin wherever they found it.

Jay knew his wife’s feminine contours so well, right down to that small part of her neck that made her giggle like a schoolgirl. And she knew his special spots too, including that little spot on his lower back that sent delightful shivers up from his core. It was targeted foreplay at its finest, stoking the passion they shared, as well as the growing desire to make love.

But Sadie had never been one to make elaborate plans without seeing them through. When it came to satiating such shared desire, she always went the extra mile.

“Lie down on your stomach,” Sadie whispered seductively.

Jay couldn’t oblige fast enough. What heathy, heterosexual male could? This was how Sadie further stoked their love and desire. And she was damn good at it.

As soon as he was on his stomach, she reached for the bottles of lotion. Upon opening one, the sweet scent of citrus and lilac filled the room. That was one of Jay’s favorite scents. The fact Sadie knew that was just another testament to her dedication as his wife and his lover.

Still playful, as well as seductive, she applied a sizable amount of lotion onto his back and shoulders. Some of it got onto the mattress, but there was little concern about messing it up. It wouldn’t have been the first time they’d stained a mattress with the products of their sex lives. Once applied, she set the bottle aside and proceeded to give him soft, but thorough massage.

“You’re tense,” Sadie commented, “and not just because you’re horny.”

“It was…a long day,” Jay said in between content gasps.

“Any particular reason why?”

“None that matter right now,” he answered.

Sadie fell silent, but Jay could still feel her seductive grin on him. She became more focused and bold in her touching, paying special attention to the area between his shoulder blades and his lower back. It was so relaxing and soothing while also being undeniably sexy. Certain parts of his body relaxed while others tensed. It felt so good – so much so that a part of his brain urged him to just roll over, take Sadie in his arms, and make love to her on the spot.

But, as tempting as it seemed, Jay tempered those thoughts. Sadie was the kind of lover who enjoyed taking her time. It often tested a man’s restraint, but she always made sure to reward such patience.

“I had a long day too,” she said while rubbing his thighs with both hands. “It was a normal day, but it felt longer than usual. I was tempted to just fall asleep on the couch when I got home. But then I thought…why not do something needlessly sexy?”

“Just because?” Jay said, mirroring the same tone and verbiage from earlier.

“Just because,” she repeated.

They laughed playfully together. That encouraged Sadie even more. Still flat on his stomach, Sadie leaned over and began rubbing her breasts against his oiled up back. He could clearly feel her hardened nipples grazing over his sinews. That was as clear a sign as any that his wife was very horny. And even her restraint had limits.

“Roll over,” she whispered into his ear, her voice both seductive and urgent.

Jay did so eagerly. While he shifted his body, Sadie eagerly slipped off her panties. How or why they’d stayed on for so long was beyond him. But once they were off, she threw them across the room with little care of where they landed. Now as naked as him – her arousal matching him, as well – she mounted him in preparation for their sex.

No words were said.

None were necessary.

Sadie told him everything he needed to know with her eyes. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her. She loved him with as much passion he loved her. And she sought to turn that love into a real, tangible act that they could share together. Jay sought the same thing. It was merely a matter of letting their bodies follow their desire.

It all culminated in a perfect uniting of their flesh. Once aligned – her knees planted at his side and his pelvis angled with hers – it happened. A careful movement of her hips, combined with a light thrust of his, and he entered her. And from there, their lovemaking commenced.

“Sadie…” Jay gasped.

His beautiful wife just shot him another beaming smile, taking his hands in hers and squeezing them tight as she proceeded to ride him. Hot, sensual sensations followed, evoking a frenzied mix of gasps and grunts. The hot, tight feeling of her womanly flesh slithering smoothly over his manly length consumed them both. It felt so wonderfully intoxicating. And it was a feeling they savored together.

“Oh Jay!” Sadie moaned.

Squeezing his hands harder, the pace of their sex escalated. Heightened passions fueled greater exertion, their naked bodies rocking and undulating to the steady rhythm of their love. The air mattress under them got quite slippery, but it did little to temper their passion. If anything, the slippery surface helped them have more fun with this intimate act.

Joyous laughter soon mixed in with the typical gasps and grunts of sex. Jay eventually took a more active role, embracing her and pulling her into a deeper embrace as she rode him. She somehow managed to keep those skilled hips of hers bouncing, even as she kissed his lips and pawed his chest. Jay made sure to supplement each movement, thrusting upwards with his hips and using his arm strength to help guide every movement.

They soon struck a solid balance – making love with an intensity that didn’t exhaust their passion too quickly, nor did it unfold too slowly as to temper the desire. Once they found that balance, they began making love in various positions atop the air mattress. Jay got on top for a while, allowing Sadie to catch her breath for a bit. They also spooned while he poured some of the lotion on her, allowing their naked bodies to grind more intimately and sensually.

It was the kind of balance only a couple of experienced lovers could achieve – the kinds of lovers who didn’t need holidays, anniversaries, or birthdays to enjoy some overly elaborate lovemaking.

Jay and Sadie knew the breadth and limits of such passions. They also knew what it took to follow those passions to their inevitable peak. Getting Sadie to the brink took some effort. She once even joked that few lovers had been willing to put in such effort. But Jay was plenty willing. And after being married for seven years, it was practically a reflex.

“I’m close!” she gasped. “I’m so…so close!”

“Me too…my darling,” Jay said through labored breaths.

She was on top of him again, riding him cowgirl while leaning over him with their eyes locked in an impassioned gaze. Jay kept a firm grip on her hips while she clung to his shoulders, bracing herself for the oncoming rush of ecstasy.

When it hit, Jay watched with delight as her face contorted into that distinct orgasmic expression. He then grinned widely and held her close as she tensed and contorted to the blissful release. Sadie was always so theatrical when she climaxed, her hips tensing and her back contorting in such a distinct way. She also let out these adorable squeals of joy that filled the room. And no matter how many times he heard it, Jay never got tired of that sound.

But even as his love enjoyed her orgasm, she kept moving and working her hips – eager to ensure he got to share in the ecstasy. It took extra effort and concentration on her part. But for him, she was always willing to go the extra mile for him. The end result was a uniquely satisfying climax with the woman he loved.

“Ohhh God!” Jay gasped when he felt it.

Closing his eyes, he felt his mind and body ascend to that special domain of bliss. Hot sensations of pleasure coursed through his body in conjunction with his sexual release. Their flesh still entwined, his juices mixed with hers in a wondrous manifestation of their love. And as Jay soaked in this feeling, Sadie interlocked her fingers with his and held his hands close to her chest.

In doing so, he could feel her rapidly beating heart. It was like a beacon of their love – a testament to the intimate effort they’d shared. When Jay opened his eyes and looked up at his beautiful wife, he gave her hand a firm squeeze to further convey his love.

“I love you,” he said to her.

“I love you too,” Sadie said back said back.

He smiled at her and he smiled back. Their flesh parted and she laid on top of him. Now cuddled next to one another, they shared a soft kiss. It was still early in the evening and at some point, they were going to have to get cleaned up. But for now, Jay was content to just enjoy the afterglow with Sadie.

“You know…when I woke up this morning, I wasn’t expecting much out of this day.”

“Me neither,” she said. “We’ve had a lot of days like that lately.”

“But you just made it special…just because.”

“Well, when you love someone…that’s all the reason you need.”

The following is a sexy short story about a young love and covert intimacy. For those of you who experienced young love, I hope it brings back fond memories, among other things. Enjoy!

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Young love was supposed to be immature, fleeting, and shallow. Some didn’t even call it love. They just wrote it off as overactive hormones within overwhelmed teenagers. It was more than a little demeaning. And more than a few teenagers resented those sentiments, especially when it came from parents and teachers.

Then again, teenagers did tend to make immature decisions on immature feelings. The glut of teenage melodrama and meltdowns on any given week proved that. But Lauren Wyncove believed such broad assumptions ignored the exceptions. And those exceptions were uniquely special.

“Is it just me? Or does has this week been twice a long and ten times more frustrating?” asked a restless Jonas Kelpern as he walked beside her.

“Rest assured. It’s not just you,” Lauren replied with a bemused grin.

“Good. Because I swear it’s starting to get to me,” he said, “every project due date…every upcoming exam…and the SAT test. God damn, I’m sick of hearing about that!”

“If you’re expecting me to argue that, you’re wasting your time. My dad still insists on sending me to that test prep place…on Saturdays.”

“You sure it’s not just his way of keeping us from going on dates?” Jonas asked.

“Relax. He doesn’t hate you…or the fact that you’re dating his youngest daughter,” Lauren teased, giving him a playful swat.

“But he still doesn’t trust me to be in a room alone with you for more than ten minutes.”

“To be fair, I doubt anyone trusts teenagers to be alone in a room for that long…especially not in our neighborhood.”

“Sad, but true,” he sighed.

They both laughed. Even though it had been a long day, she and Jonas still found a way to lighten the mood. They’d needed that more and more lately. This was their senior year. The end of high school was in sight. Like most teenagers, they were ready for it to be over. But she and Jonas had other reasons for counting down the days till graduation.

Now smiling and in a better mood, Lauren latched onto her boyfriend’s arm and walked with him down the main sidewalk leading away from their school. The building was still in sight. They could still hear the usual commotion that came along with the final bell. Just finding each other through the crowd so that they could walk home together was a challenge. But they’d learned to navigate it well. They had to in order to spend time together like this, away from the prying eyes of parents and school administrators.

That time was precious to them, even before they started dating. Lauren had known Jonas since the fourth grade, back when she still thought boys were gross. He’d moved into the same neighborhood two blocks away from her home, his parents seeking more comfortable surroundings for him and his two younger siblings. They quickly became friends, bonding over their love of the outdoors, camping, and horror movies. Then, by the time they started high school, that friendship blossomed into something more.

That was when things got a little more tense, both with their families and every adult who regularly dealt with teenagers.

“You think they’ll ever feel different about us?” Lauren wondered aloud. “Once we’re out of high school and in college together?”

“I hope so,” said Jonas, grasping her hand with his. “But some still think we’ll break up after graduation. My Uncle Marvin is even betting on it.”

“Seriously?” she said. “We’ve been together since freshmen year.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he said. “We’re teenagers. He still thinks what we have is just hormonal puppy love.”

“Of course, he does! The guy has been divorced what? Twice already?”

“He claims that makes him an expert or something,” Jonas muttered.

“Well, to hell with him! He can believe what he wants. What we have is more than that.”

“I know it is,” he said, squeezing her hand. “I just wish someone would take it seriously. Like when I say I love you, they think it’s cute. Not real…just cute. It’s a nice sentiment, but…”

Jonas’ words trailed off, his frustration showing once more. Lauren cast him a reassuring smile and gave his arm an affectionate squeeze.

“It’s okay. I know you mean it when you say it,” she told him. “You mean it just as much whenever I say I love you.”

“I don’t doubt that. I never doubt that,” he said, smiling back as his frustration lessened.

“Then, it doesn’t matter what our uptight families think. What we have…it’s ours and ours alone. We know how real it is.”

“And how to appreciate it,” Jonas added.

Their mood eased as they continued walking together under the afternoon sun. By now, they were out of sight from the school. They could no longer hear the crowds, commotions, or bus engines. They were on the main sidewalk that connected the school to the various cul-de-sacs that made up their upper middle-class neighborhood.

In many respects, Lauren and Jonas were lucky. They lived close by to one another and their neighborhoods were close enough that they could walk home every day. They made sure to do so as often as possible because it was one of the few times when they could be together, alone and unsupervised.

Those times had been few and fleeting, ever since they became official. Even if their respective families thought their relationship was cute, they didn’t trust them to be alone together for too long. They weren’t too subtle with their reasons, either. Lauren’s own mother had said it best.

“You’re two hormonal teenagers whose brains and genitals aren’t on the same page.”

Lauren had laughed at that when she’d first heard it, but it was no joke. Both her parents and Jonas’ agreed. The two of them were not allowed to have any intimate time together. This was a nice neighborhood that espoused high values. That meant things like sex, drugs, or parties of any kind were discouraged at every turn. And she and Jonas were expected to uphold those values, regardless of their love.

For the most part, they did just that. They abided by those rules. They didn’t go to parties or experiment with drugs, even though there were plenty of opportunities – more so than any adult would dare admit. But that didn’t mean they never tested those rules. In fact, recent events had led them to develop their own set of rules for exploring their love.

“Speaking of appreciating our love,” Jonas said in a suggestive tone. “We’re coming up on our stop.”

“I noticed that,” Lauren said, her voice just as flirty. “How much time do think we’ll have?”

“More than usual,” he answered. “I told my dad I was staying a bit later to finish up a bio project…which I already finished at lunch.”

“And I told my mother I had a meeting with my SAT tutor,” she said, “which she doesn’t know got cancelled at the last minute.”

Their demeanor shifted. Lauren felt that special twinge of heat between her and her boyfriend, but it had nothing to do with the afternoon sun. His touch became less subtle. And the way she clung to his arm took on a more intimate overtone. Before she knew it, some of that heat found its way to her inner thighs.

It effectively confirmed what sort of extracurricular activities they would share in today.

“In that case, wanna pay a visit to our secret cove?” Jonas asked.

“Definitely!” Lauren said without hesitation.

With newfound energy, they checked around to make sure no cars or buses were passing by. They were now at a lengthy stretch of road with some dense forest to the east and old flood plains to the west. There was little in terms of trails or paths. But there was one notable dirt trail up ahead. Anyone driving by never would’ve known it was there. But Lauren and Jonas knew. And they knew where it led.

“The coast is clear. Let’s go!” said Jonas with growing excitement.

Lauren giggled to herself as she followed her boyfriend onto the trail. Like a couple of thieves evading the cops, they slipped into the thick brush and followed the dirt path. It was narrow, muddy, and uneven at times. Near as they could tell, it had once been used by a utility crew. But time and erosion had left it in poor condition.

That didn’t bother her and Jonas. It actually worked to their advantage. They did have to avoid some low trees and hazardous bushes, but the risk was worth the reward. Because at the end of the trail was their best kept secret, as well as a major violation of all those uptight rules.

“There it is!” Lauren said.

“I see it too,” said Jonas.

It appeared quickly through the heavy brush. It was a small cabin-like structure, located just a few steps from a dried-up creek bed. They’d found it nearly a year ago while hiking around after school. Jonas surmised it had been a tool shed, likely used by the utility crews. It wasn’t very big. It had about the same space as her mother’s walk-in closet. But it was large enough to accommodate some battery-powered lights, an old mattress, and some sheets that Jonas’ father threw away.

They called it their secret cove. She and Jonas had used some spare lumber and tools from a neighbor to fix it up. It acted as a refuge from all the rules, structures, and scrutiny they faced every day. It was where they came to be alone, get away from it all, and share in some unsupervised activities.

Those activities included the kind fueled by those raging hormones her mother once warned about.

“Sorry, mom,” she said under her breath. “Sometimes brains and genitals are on the same page…even for teenagers”

Lauren’s heart raced and the heat within her loins intensified. She couldn’t stop giggling as she and Jonas entered the cove and set their backpacks aside. From there, Jonas retrieved the plastic bag of sheets they kept hanging from the ceiling and Lauren turned on the lights she’d set up on the walls. The mattress was still there on the floor, untouched since their last visit.

Before long, the scene was set. The bed was made and ready for them. Knowing times like these were precious, they kicked off their shoes and got on the bed together. Jonas eagerly wrapped his arms around her while she latched onto his shoulders.

“Ah. Alone at last,” Jonas said with a beaming grin.

“Alone indeed,” said Lauren, grinning back at him.

Few words were needed at that point. Now comfortably in one another’s embrace, they she and Jonas came together in a deep kiss. With nobody watching or scrutinizing their every move, they could finally do so with a little extra passion. That passion included much more tongue and body contact. It also ignited the pent-up desire within them.

From that first kiss, a heated make-out session followed. Lying side-by-side on the bed, their loving gestures quickly grew bolder and more targeted. Jonas slipped his hands from her waist to her butt, giving it a nice squeeze through her jeans. Lauren loved that. She returned the favor by biting his lower lip and rubbing her thigh up against his groin. It evoked a light gasp, as well as a growing hardness within his pants.

That set the tone for this intimate moment. Like the many others before it, they spent the first part just sharing all the affectionate gestures they couldn’t give in front of teachers and parents. It got their hearts racing and their bodies excited. Together, they followed that excitement, letting the all the heavy petting evolve naturally into full blown foreplay.

At that point, their greatest hindrance was their clothing. But that was an easy fix.

“What do you say we ditch these clothes?” said Jonas, briefly breaking the kiss.

“And break every rule our parents imposed on us? Even during sleepovers in fourth grade?” Lauren said, pretending to be aghast.

“Yep!” he said without hesitation.

“That’s so bad and bold. No wonder I fell in love with you!”

They laughed and kissed again. Through more heated foreplay, they got undressed. Jonas’ shirt and pants were the first to go. Lauren followed soon after, slipping out of her jeans and T-shirt. As soon as he slipped off his boxers, he helped her undo her bra. He’d gotten quite adept at that since they started making love. It was his way of showing that he paid attention during their intimate moments, more so than most would expect of a teenager.

Once her bra came off, Jonas reached for her breasts and gave them a nice squeeze. That sent special shivers through Lauren – the kind that felt so good on a muggy afternoon. She couldn’t never stop herself from cooing under that feeling. She sounded overly giddy, but Jonas didn’t seem to mind.

“Your boobs look so nice in the afternoon sun,” he said to her.

“Spoken like a true gentleman,” Lauren said jokingly.

“Good thing I’m a man of action rather than words.”

There was another joke about his poor English grades she could’ve made. She chose not to. Jonas already had her moaning and purring as he continued fondling her breasts, evoking more impassioned cooing. It sent more warm shivers coursing through her body, turning that twinge of heat between her thighs into full-blown sexual arousal.

They were officially past the point of no return now.

Lauren wanted him.

She wanted to give herself to this man – to feel his body with hers – to make love to him in this dirty, cramped, less-than-romantic shack. These were not just the basic urges of horny teenagers. This was a genuine desire to express their love.

“Jonas…” gasped Lauren, her desire echoing through her voice.

He took that as a sign to escalate his actions.

Like a caring lover, he laid her on her back and got on top of her. He was fully nude, his manhood hanging out for her to see. But she still had her panties on. Jonas saw that too. And sensing her growing impatience, he playfully trailed his lips down her torso – following a clear path to her lower body.

As he drew near, he grasped the sides of her panties. Lauren lifted her hips accordingly. Then, with the utmost care, he slid them down her thighs and legs. Now every bit as naked at him, Jonas narrowed his gaze on her exposed vagina. She was visibly aroused, but that didn’t stop him from being thorough.

Casting her a playful gaze, he pushed her legs farther apart and buried his face between her thighs. As soon as Lauren felt his lips on her womanly flesh, she clenched the sheets and gasped.

“Mmm…delicious,” Jonas said, his voice muffled by her pussy.

“Ooh Jonas! That’s it! Gorge away!” she exclaimed.

Lauren’s playful coos turned to vocal moans of approval. Ever since they started having sex, Jonas had developed a fondness for giving her oral sex. She wasn’t sure how they discovered it. One day – in this same secret cove, no less – he discovered he loved eating pussy.

She certainly didn’t mind. After exploring and experimenting, Jonas came to know her inner depths very well. He could hit all those special spots with his tongue and lips, applying just the right amount of stimulation to really heighten her arousal. Such dedication and commitment to navigating her lady parts just made her love him even more.

Most of the time, she was content to let him dine on her flesh until she climaxed. But on this day, that wasn’t going to cut it.

“Jonas please!” Lauren cried out, which got his attention. “Take me.”

He knew what she meant. And once again, he didn’t hesitate to deliver.

Jonas arose from her thighs and got on top of her, positioning himself between her legs and slipping eagerly into her arms. Their eyes now locked, his naked skin pressed against hers, he aligned the tip of his erect manhood with her moist entrance. Going down on did plenty to hasten his arousal, ensuring he was as ready as her for the final joining of flesh.

Their bodies were ready.

Their emotions were focused entirely on each other.

And with a simple motion of their lower bodies, Jonas entered her. From there, their lovemaking commenced.

“Oh God!” Lauren gasped.

“Lauren…” Jonas said, caressing her face in a daze of passion.

Their union was smooth and effortless, her body embracing his as he penetrated her depths. Once they felt their blissful warmth, their bodies started moving. Together, they established a steady rhythm, his hips undulating with hers in a perfect venting of sexual energy.

It was simple, but effective. She and Jonas weren’t the kind of lovers who liked it rough and rowdy. They had come to enjoy a more measured kind of lovemaking – one they could draw out and enjoy to the utmost. It allowed every sensation and emotion to become more streamlined. Through this intimate act, the substance of their love became so raw and basic.

Lauren sat it in his eyes.

She felt it through his kiss.

She heard it in every gasp, grunt, and pant.

As their sex played out, their gestures mirrored their passion. They kissed in between gasps, eagerly caressing and grazing one another’s naked skin. Lauren trailed her fingers around the sinews of his back while Jonas traced his hands up her feminine curves. Even though they preferred a gentler kind of lovemaking, every kiss felt more desperate. Every touch seemed more eager.

It wasn’t just that it had been a while since they’d made love. Being so in love and not being allowed to express it had really affected them, more so than usual.

“Lauren! Oh God, Lauren!” Jonas panted.

“Yes! Oh yes! Ohhh yes!” she exclaimed. “I…I’m getting close!”

“Already?” he said.

“Yes!” she affirmed. “Please…don’t stop!”

He did exactly as she asked, not letting up in his movements. He buried his face in her neck, shifted his grip to her thighs, and held her legs apart at just the right angle to maximize the impact of every pelvic thrust.

It showed once again that Jonas knew her body well. Lauren could feel those extra sensitive spots come ablaze with pleasure, building up the feeling more and more. Now raking her nails down his back, she held on tight and let her lover take her to that special domain of ecstasy. And she let him know when she arrived.

“Ohhh Jonas!”

When she let out that cry, her world shook. Fireworks went off in her mind and body, toes curling and core muscles contracting. Jonas even slowed his movements and rose up so he could enjoy the show. He once told her that she looked so beautiful when she climaxed. The way she grinned, bit her lower lip, and trembled to the feeling was a sight to behold. And she was happy for him to watch the fruits of their sex play out before them.

“I never get tired of hearing that,” said Jonas with a wide grin.

Lauren barely heard his remark. She just continued writhing under his grasp, soaking in every blissful wave of pleasure that went coursing through her body. Every orgasm felt great, but this one was extra satisfying for some reason. Either she and Jonas were getting really good at sex or they had more pent-up desire than usual.

Whatever the reason, Lauren showed her appreciation by drawing her lover into another keep kiss. Jonas gladly kissed back, his soft lips capping off the last rush of pleasure. For a moment, they lingered in that moment, letting gestures of love supplement their sex. It was a subtle acknowledgement that this feeling went beyond two horny teenagers going at it.

But it wasn’t lost on her that their flesh was still entwined. His cock remained deep inside her folds, aching for a release after all the hot throbbing of her inner muscles. Never one to leave her love unrewarded for his efforts, she broke the kiss and whispered into his ear.

“Your turn,” Lauren told him.

With surprising strength, she rolled him over on the bed, taking most of the sheets with them in the process. Before he knew it, Lauren had him pinned flat on his back with her on top of him, straddling his waist. He didn’t seem to mind. He just kept grinning, now admiring the sight of her naked body hovering over him. While he gazed up in a daze, she took her hands in his and guided them to her breasts.

“Hold on,” said Lauren. “I’ll take you where you need to go.”

“Do what you need to do, my love,” Jonas replied.

Encouraged and determined, she began riding him cowgirl style. With her own brand of grace and skill, she gyrated her hips at the same pace that he’d employed with her. A steady pace with constant exertion got their naked bodies rocking and grooving together. Through each movement, the sweet, fleshy feel of her vaginal muscles slithering along the length of his cock sent more hot sensations coursing through them.

Those sensations compounded fast. Lauren watched her lover’s expression twist and contort as he approached his climax. His grasp on her breasts tightened as well, kneading her fleshy orbs in anticipation of his release. That sent more of those warm shivers coursing through her body, giving her even more incentive to get the job done. When that time came, she gave his hands a firm squeeze and held on for the ride.

“I’m ready, Lauren!” Jonas panted. “I’m gonna…I’m gonna…ohhh God!”

It finally hit, the orgasmic rush overcoming him as he crossed the point of no return. Like her, Jonas had a distinct reaction during orgasm. He would partially close his eyes, tense his leg muscles, and let out this long, deep moan.

It was so distinctly manly. Lauren loved taking it all in. Still squeezing his hands, she admired his reaction while feeling his member throb inside her. She then felt that distinct warmth that came with him filling her depths, her fluids mixing with his within her womb. She loved that feeling too. It added a sense of raw intimacy. It meant being very diligent with birth control, but the end result was so worth it.

“Lauren…I love you,” said Jonas in his blissful daze.

“I love you too, Jonas,” she told him.

He smiled up at her and she smiled back, their bodies lingering in their intimate entanglement a bit longer. When they finally parted, Lauren laid down on top of him and they shared another soft kiss.

From there, the afterglow quickly set in. It was one of Lauren’s favorite parts of sex, enjoying that special feeling of love and satisfaction after mutual orgasms. She eagerly curled up to her lover while Jonas laid on his back, his arm still draped over her. Now breathless, sweaty, and drained, they just held each other within this special sanctum.

“One of these days, we’ll be able to do this without hiding,” Jonas mused while stroking the side of her face. “At some point, everyone will realize we’re not just two horny teenagers. We really do love each other.”

“I hope that day comes soon,” Lauren said with a content sigh. “But for now, I don’t mind sharing this in this secret little cover of ours.”

“Even if it’s dirty, cramped, and hidden in the woods?” he teased.

“Yep!” she said proudly. “Now, kiss me again before I get too comfortable. I’m up for another quickie if you are!”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

The following is a sexy short story about a sexy Christmas party like no other. Consider this my gift to all those who appreciate a little sex appeal with their holiday season. Enjoy!

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As kids, it was easy to love Christmas. Between the presents, the decorations, the treats, and the days off from school, there was plenty to appreciate and celebrate. Growing up, Sandra Clair enjoyed it as much as any kid. But like most people who got past a certain age, she came to see the holidays in a different light.

It became less about the festivities and more about the work that went into them. Instead of adults setting everything up, she and everyone else her age had to do their part. For most, that wasn’t too big an issue. It didn’t make the presents, treats, and festivities any less enjoyable.

But at the same time, there was a distinct lack of excitement and overall joy. And once she and her friends graduated college and built adult lives for themselves, Christmas just became another holiday. While most were content to accept it as such, others like her and her boyfriend, Warrick Moss, sought to get creative with the season.

In that effort, they uncovered an entire community of adults like them who sought to make Christmas special in a very unique way – one that adults could enjoy without spending nearly as much money on presents.

“We’re here!” Sandra said, brimming with excitement. “Finally, the wait is over.”

“Funny. I used to say those exact same words in that exact tone on Christmas Eve when I was a kid,” Warrick commented as they got out of the car. “I just never thought I’d say them again…let alone feel this kind of excitement for the holidays.”

“Just because we grew up doesn’t mean we can’t embrace the Christmas spirit. Doing so just means finding a different approach.”

“Then, I’m glad we found one that works so well for us,” he said, his excited look matching hers. “I love getting excited for Christmas again.”

“Me too, love.”

With a beaming grin, Sandra latched onto her boyfriend’s arm and followed him towards the large single-family house at the end of the cul-de-sac of the upscale residential neighborhood. She didn’t know who owned it. The organizer of this holiday event had rented it for the week. Chances were this wasn’t the first holiday party of this sort it had hosted. It wasn’t the largest house on the block. But it was large enough to accommodate the necessary festivities.

It had all the essentials – multiple levels, at least four bedrooms, five bathrooms, a hot tub, an in-ground pool, ample street parking, and plenty of space for plenty of people. That last element was the most important. Driving in, Sandra noticed how many cars were parked along the street leading up to the house. That indicated the crowd this year would be even larger than the previous year. She had noticed that general trend since she discovered these kinds of Christmas celebrations. In some ways, that strengthened her Christmas spirit even more.

“There’s still a powerful desire to celebrate the holidays in a special way,” she thought. “It’s just a matter of sharing joy with others.”

With that hopeful thought in mind, Sandra eagerly stepped over trails of snow and ice with Warrick to arrive at the front door. A few other couples and individuals arrived with them, all looking just as eager to celebrate. Upon entering the front door, they were greeted with a very cheery – and half-naked – female host wearing a Santa hat.

“Welcome to the party! I’m Ellie!” she greeted them. “So glad you could join us. Please sign in and head over to the den. There’s a place set up for your coats and clothes.”

“Thanks, Ellie. We know the drill,” Warrick said, humored by her bubbly disposition.

“We actually met at one of these, you know?” Sandra commented, squeezing her lover’s arm a little tighter.

“Really? That’s so sweet!” Ellie replied. “That seems to happen a lot with these parties. Guess that’s just the magic of Christmas.”

Sandra and Warrick laughed as they signed in and slipped into the den located on their left. That girl couldn’t have been older than 23. This might be her first Christmas party of this nature. It was still so new to her. Hopefully, she came to appreciate it as much as her and Warrick.

It was true that they had met at a party like this three years ago. It might not have been the moment they fell in love, but it was the first spark of sorts. The love that blossomed afterwards – that could definitely be considered a Christmas miracle of sorts. It gave Sandra even more reason to enjoy this time of year and this very special celebration.

“Time to slip into our Christmas attire,” Sandra said teasingly as they entered the den.

“Ha! I used to think that was a running joke,” Warrick said as he took off his coat. “But now, I think it’s the most serious part of the holidays.”

“Oh, I say it’s very serious, hon,” she said. “You could even argue it’s the most important holiday tradition for people our age.”

“And I’m sure you’d win that argument handily,” he laughed.

Sandra laughed with him as they proceeded to don their special attire, as she’d jokingly called it.

Once their coats, gloves, and shoes were off and stored away, she and Warrick proceeded to strip down. But they didn’t stop at their shirt, socks, pants, or even the light sweater she’d worn. They took everything off, right down to their underwear. Sandra hadn’t even bothered with a bra, knowing it would not be necessary for much of the night.

Ultimately, she was left in a simple pair of red lace panties and Warrick only wore a pair of red briefs. The color was appropriate for the season. But they both knew it was likely that even this limited attire would be discarded soon enough.

“Ah! It feels good to get out of all those clothes,” said Warrick as he stored them away in a small bin.

“Even when it’s freezing cold with nine inches of snow on the ground outside?” Sandra quipped.

“That just makes it feel even better,” he replied. “It also gives us all the more incentive to find new sources of warmth.”

“Good thing I’m already feeling quite incentivized,” she said in a more sexually suggestive tone.

“Could that just be your Christmas spirit?”

“Among other things,” Sandra teased.

Now comfortably clad in their underwear, she grasped her lover’s hand and eagerly led him out of the den. Along the way, a few other guests arrived and walked past them. Naturally, they noticed a half-naked couple walking by. Sandra always got a kick out of such reactions.

The newbies and first timers were often taken aback, seeing nearly nude figures so casually walking by.

Those more experienced in these kinds of holiday parties just shot them a friendly, welcoming grin. The men, in particular, would often flash Sandra a special look – as if to let her know they’d be seeking her out later on.

Tonight was no exception. One man – a tall, athletic older man with a thick beard – offered her such a glance as he and a woman his age walked towards to den. Sandra hoped to remember his face. That might make for some fun activities later on.

“Just one of many gifts I hope to give and receive tonight,” she thought to herself.

Eager to seek the warmth and the festivities, Sandra led Warrick through the foyer and into the main living room on the first level of the house. They could already hear plenty of music, laughter, and various other joyous noises emanating from the area. Upon reaching the center area, they were greeted with a remarkable sight that rivaled that of any holiday.

It was a Christmas party, but one with a very sexual and intimate theme. A large crowd of men and women – some clad in underwear and lingerie – but most wandered about completely naked – not at all concerned by exposed breasts, butts, penises, and vaginas. Some danced to various Christmas music playing through the TV entertainment system. Some enjoyed the long buffet in the kitchen that provided plenty of snacks and drinks. But most were engaged in various acts of sex, lovemaking, and intimate coupling.

They did it on the floor, a young woman on her back with a man her age on top – casually humping away, kissing and caressing one another’s naked flesh.

They did it on the couch – an older woman riding the cock of a younger man, clinging to his shoulders while he buried his face in her breasts.

They did it while dancing – two men playfully grinding up against a playful woman, who clearly knew both of them – bending over so they could take turns having sex with her from behind.

Some of the sex was light and playful. Some was rougher and more physical. Regardless of what form it took, the result was a chorus of orgasmic moans, grunts, gasps, and cries. All this combined with the Christmas music, the various Christmas lights that lined the room, and the nine-and-a-half-foot Christmas tree that lit much of the room made for a vibrant, sexy Christmas party.

“Looks like the party started early,” Warrick commented.

“Guess they couldn’t contain their spirits,” Sandra said as she admired the spectacle.

“That means we’ve got some catching up to do.”

“Indeed,” she agreed. “But the plan remains the same. Meet under the tree at midnight?”

“I’ll be there, my love. You can count on it!”

Sandra squeezed his hand and gave him a light kiss – a small, affectionate gesture meant to spark a firestorm of pent-up passions. It had the desired effect while also reminding him that there was something special waiting for him under the Christmas tree the moment the clock struck midnight. After three years together, she trusted Warrick to be there to share in this precious gift.

But until then, a wonderfully sexy Christmas party awaited them.

She and Warrick parted ways, each with the understanding that they would be partaking in the ample amounts of holiday sex that awaited them. Plenty of women were going to gladly and eagerly spread their legs for him, just as he had at the fateful Christmas party in which they first met. And Sandra was going to welcome plenty of men into her grasp, sharing her body and her sex with them.

They both knew the drill when it came to sex parties and open relationships. They might enjoy, indulge, and explore their sexual desires with other. But their love for one another remained strong and secure.

“I’ll never understand why some people think having someone’s love means owning their sex,” Sandra thought to herself. “It seems so selfish. Sex is a gift for yourself and others. Why not share it? Especially during the holidays!”

It made so much sense. Giving and receiving gifts was such a core part of Christmas. And while material gifts were all well and good, the simple joys of sex was the most universally enjoyable gift one could give. And in the spirit of Christmas, Sandra was in a very giving mood.

While Warrick slipped off to the kitchen for a snack, quickly attracting the attention of two fully naked women in the process, Sandra made her way to the center of the living room. There, the Christmas music was at its loudest. As it just so happened, a dance version Jingle Bell rock started playing. And she eagerly began dancing away, swaying about and shaking her butt while over a dozen men and women of various levels of nakedness did the same.

As the holiday spirit flowed through her, she quickly attracted her first partner. A handsome man around her age with somewhat awkward dancing skills approached. He wore this goofy novelty underwear with a female elf face on the back. That initially got her attention. But when he moved in closer and she got a feel for his smooth, masculine sinews, that same spirit turned to genuine arousal.

“Hi! My name’s Niles,” he greeted.

“Sandra,” was all she said, the glint in her eyes telling him all he needed to know.

“Shall we?” he offered.

Sandra just smiled seductively and let both her Christmas spirit and her growing arousal take it from there.

They danced a bit longer to the music. Then, they started kissing and making out. Eventually, they made their way to the nearby couch – which already had two other couples going at it right next to them. Sandra barely noticed. She just kissed, pawed, and embraced the handsome man before her – engaging in heated foreplay until full arousal was achieved.

Niles made the first move – slipping her panties off down her legs, rendering her as naked as the other couples in mid-coitus. She made the next, sliding his underwear off to reveal his waiting manhood, which was already quite erect.

Then, they had sex – sweet, sensuous sex in a crowded room for all to see.

Sandra laid back on the arm of the couch, lifted her left leg while Niles got on top of her, and closed her eyes as the hot sensations washed over her. He was a gentle, but through lover – holding her leg up over his shoulder while he humped and thrust his hips – working his hardened penis inside the folds of her vagina. It felt so good. She playfully fondled her breasts while he teased her foot with his lips. He even stimulated her clit with his thumb, ensuring she achieved orgasm before he did.

That first release – that wondrous wave of rippling pleasure, causing Sandra to curl her toes and arch her back – it was amazing. She’d had orgasms before. She’d had sex with Warrick and other men before. But there was just something special about this powerful feeling during Christmas. It was like giving and receiving the best gift possible. And she didn’t even need to wrap or shop for it.

“The perfect present, indeed,” she thought her mind and body swam within the post-coital afterglow.

She gladly rewarded Niles by pulling him closer, holding onto his arms, and encouraging him to receive his gift of ecstasy. When he did, she offered him a chance to release it on her breasts. She noticed him watching them bounce gleefully during their sex. He gladly accepted, pulling out just as he crossed that special threshold. Sandra even held her breasts together, using them to catch his thick seminal load, which she gladly licked up.

“Merry Christmas, Niles,” she then said to him.

“Merry Christmas,” he said with a breathless smile, looking so satisfied and content with their sex.

They shared one last affectionate gesture. Niles was even nice enough to retrieve some wet wipes to help her clean off. Like any well-organized sex party, there were always wet wipes, lube, towels, and condoms within reach. Sandra didn’t bother with condoms due to being on birth control. But some still insisted on using them and it was an unstated rule that everyone respect such preference, especially for the holidays.

Shortly after cleaning herself up, Sandra ventured off to share more gifts with more willing partners. But first, she made a quick trip to the make-shift buffet for some food and drinks. Anyone who participated in a sex party knew that was important to stay hydrated and consume plenty of calories. Great parties, as well as great sex, involved a lot of exertion. And since the party had just begun, she had plenty ahead of her.

While enjoying a drink, she encountered a couple of brothers, Kendell and Braxton. They had clearly been there a while, having long since lost their underwear. And shortly after sharing a drink with them, Kendell made an offer.

“Ever had a devil’s three-way with a couple of brothers?” he asked her.

“Do you really care about my answer? Or do you want to take this somewhere less crowded?” Sandra quipped.

“There’s an empty office with a couple of yoga mats,” Braxton pointed out.

“Perfect!”

With renewed energy, she latched onto the arms of the two handsome men and led them the office. It actually wasn’t empty. There was already a couple in there – a woman bent over the desk with a man behind her, hammering away while lightly swatting her butt. They saw the three of them enter, but didn’t stop their sex. The woman even grinned at them, as if to let them know they didn’t mind the company.

Leaving the other couple to their act, Braxton pulled out the yoga mat that had been rolled up in the corner – most likely something the former owner of those kept, but rarely used. Upon laying it out on the floor, Sandra got on it and did a sexy pose – inviting the two brothers to enjoy this with her.

“Come on, studs! Show me some brotherly love!” she said.

The two men were all too happy to oblige. With perfect coordination, along with a shared desire, they got on the yoga mat with her and initiated some heavy foreplay. Sandra drew them into a three-way kiss while they eagerly touched, fondled, and caressed her naked body. She also pawed their chests, sensing she wasn’t the first female touch they’d enjoyed tonight.

Once they set the sensual mood, Sandra rewarded their careful cooperation. She instructed each one to get on their knees, standing side by side. She then proceeded to give them both oral sex, using her skilled lips and tongue to orally please one man while using a hand to stroke off the other. Braxton and Kendell moaned in approval, offering praise and appreciation every step of the way.

“You are a real gift of a woman,” Braxton said.

“This is why I love the holidays!” said Kendell as he felt her tongue slither along his shaft.

Sandra shot them a wink and a grin, further stoking their passions. Her oral teasing quickly got them fully aroused again. Never one to turn down another joyous gift, she turned around, got on all fours, and shook her heart-shaped butt towards them.

“You’ve enjoyed my gift. Now please give me yours!” she said to them.

The two brothers eagerly accepted. And with the aid of the yoga mat under them, they had sex.

Doing it with two men at the same time tended to get chaotic, especially if the men were overly eager or competitive. But Braxton and Kendell were so coordinated and measured, never fighting for who got to do what during their sex. This was likely not the first time they had double-teamed a willing woman at a party like this. If anything, they’d refined a strategy and Sandra enjoyed the benefits.

Braxton got things going, getting behind her and doing her doggy style while Kendell got in front, kissing her and fondling her breasts. Her naked body rocked hard to each thrust and pump. At one point, she started giving Kendell oral sex again, the erect cocks of the two men being inside her simultaneously.

It was so decadent and indulgent, taking the brunt of their lust from both ends. Sandra loved every second of it – the sound of their manly grunts, the taste of their manly cocks, and the sensations evoked from their lustful exertion – it was like a desert with extra layers of frosting. She ended up climaxing again with ease, her euphoric moans muffled initially. But the two brothers made sure she could enjoy it while they enjoyed her.

“She’s been such a good girl…a very good girl,” Kendell said while running his fingers through her hair.

“Don’t you mean naughty?” Braxton quipped.

“No. I don’t.”

The two brothers laughed and continued their sex. Braxton kept doing her from behind, stepping up the pace of their sex until he climaxed, pulling out at the last minute before releasing his seminal load onto her lower back. While he indulged in his release, Kendell laid Sandra on her side and spooned her from behind, lifting up her leg so that he could insert his penis into her vagina.

Once inside her hot, silky flesh, he thrust away like his brother had. He soon climaxed as well. He opted to release it inside her. That warm feeling of hot male fluid mixing inside her was so nice, especially on a cold December day. She showed her appreciation by squeezing his hand and drawing him into another three-way kiss with his brother.

“Merry Christmas to you both,” Sandra said to him.

“I’m feeling so…so merry,” Kendell said breathlessly.

“Me too,” said Braxton.

The brothers clearly needed to catch their breath. But Sandra was still too excited to linger and enjoy the afterglow. There was more sex to enjoy – more intimate presents to share. Neither Braxton nor Kendell were inclined to stop her. They even encouraged her, knowing she would spread plenty of merriment.

After downing a few more refreshments, Sandra threw herself into the heart of this sexy Christmas party. By now, almost every guest had arrived. The house was quite crowded. There was a sea of naked bodies in every direction, it seemed. Not all were having sex, but that was the most common activity besides the dancing and casual chatting. Sandra had never been one for small talk, so she kept the festivities basic.

“Hey! Want to share a little holiday cheer?”

That became her primary greeting. And while a few men did turn her down, nearly everyone she asked gladly accepted. It resulted in multiple sex acts that manifested throughout the house over the course of the party.

She ended up joining a woman named Marianne Yasir and her husband, Wyatt, in their first three-way – getting into one of the guest bedrooms with them, with her and Marianne taking turns riding Wyatt cowgirl style until they all climaxed.

Sandra also hooked up with a young man fresh out of college named Andrew Bates, who was attending his first sexy Christmas party. She made sure to make it special for him, leading him into the master bedroom where they crawled under the covers, made out like horny teenagers, and had the kind of rough sex that left them both quite sweaty and disheveled. They both definitely needed a breather and a dip in the hot tub afterwards.

And while in the hot tub, she found her next partner – an older man named Tyler. At first, they just soaked in the hot tub with a few other couples, a few of which were having sex. After a while, she invited him into the sauna upstairs to help her cool off. Tyler accepted and, not even bothering with towels, they had sex – slow, sensuous sex that was less draining, but still satisfying.

As the clock neared midnight, Sandra hooked up with several other men, as well as one woman she got friendly with on the dance floor. But she attributed that mostly to the effects of light alcohol consumption. She didn’t usually care for getting intimate with other women. But when she drank, she wasn’t afraid to put on a sexy show, especially if other men watched.

“I’m not even bicurious. But it gets the men excited. So, it’s worth kissing another woman and rubbing our boobs together,” she said to herself.

That resulted in two more men inviting her to some private areas for sex, which she gladly obliged. With one, she used her breasts and oral sex skills to get one off. With another, she rode his cock reverse cowgirl style while Mariah Carey’s “All I Want For Christmas Is You” played in the background. She didn’t know why, but she always found that extra hot.

It was, by every measure, a productive sex party for her. But sharing it on Christmas Eve with so many others, eager to share in this same wondrous gift, just made it all the more satisfying. But as the clock neared midnight, she made sure to conserve just enough strength. At that point in the party, some were already tapping out – either retiring to one of the bedrooms or getting their clothes and leaving.

But for Sandra, no sex party was complete without one more special act of sensual gift giving.

“It’s almost midnight,” she said, checking the clock in the living room, even as the music kept playing.

There were still some people dancing to the music, as well as others having sex on the couch and various furniture. It wasn’t quite as chaotic as earlier. These were just those who had more spirit than most at such parties.

As she made her way to the large Christmas tree, a few men did proposition her for more sex. But she turned them down politely.

“I’m saving my last gift for a very special someone,” Sandra told them.

They smiled in understanding, knowing not to interfere with a beautiful naked woman on a mission. She was still sweaty and disheveled from all the sex, but she’d fixed her appearance in the bathroom just for this moment. She still looked like a woman who had enjoyed multiple cocks inside her over the course of that night, but she still had some burning desire to share.

And as soon as the clock struck midnight, which officially made it Christmas, she saw Warrick approaching. He had long since ditched his underwear, his penis and balls completely exposed. Judging by the look on his face and the light sweat on his skin, he’d enjoyed his share of sex. She’d even caught glimpses over course of the night.

He’d enjoyed a three way with two women, who happened to be roommates.

He had sex with recently divorced woman in the master bedroom shower, bending her over and while she demanded he smack her butt, which he gladly obliged.

He’d even seduced a woman to do it on the dining room table, eating her pussy out as though it were a delicious meal before having sex with her in a way that rocked the table.

Warrick always made his presence felt at these parties. But it was how they ended that made them so meaningful. No matter how many willing partners they found at these parties, they ended up together for their last intimate romp.

“Heya beautiful,” he greeted her.

“Hey,” Sandra replied.

“Looks like you’ve been having plenty of holiday fun,” he said.

“I have. But now…I’m ready for the best gift of all.”

“So am I.”

With a beaming grin and an affectionate gaze, Sandra embraced him with both arms and he embraced her. And, under the light of the Christmas tree and a proverbial mistletoe above them, they shared a deep, loving kiss.

It was very different from the kisses and gestures they’d shared with other partners. Those were all acts of lust, desire, and playfulness. This was an act of love – a kind that couldn’t be randomly found at any party, sexy or otherwise. It was a feeling that could only blossom over time, just as it had for them.

As they kissed, the music kept playing. The dancing and decadence continued around them. Neither she nor Warrick noticed. And none still participating in the festivities paid them much mind. That was fine with them. As for as Sandra and her boyfriend were concerned, they were the only ones in that house at the moment.

And within that moment, they capped off this wonderful Christmas party in the best possible way. They made love right there at the base of the Christmas tree.

“Our love is truly the greatest gift. Every year, we cherish it on Christmas,” Sandra mused. “What more could anyone want from a holiday?”

Guided by this spirit, and plenty of other desires, she guided him down to the floor where the plush rug awaited. They continued kissing, pawing, and caressing one another – showing a knowledge and appreciation of one another’s bodies that no one else at this party could hope to match. They were so gentle and careful at first. But as the arousal escalated, it became more fervent and focused.

It finally culminated when Warrick got on top of her, pushing her legs apart and aligning their sex. Sandra eagerly spread her legs and wrapped them around his torso. Then, with the weight of his naked body pressing down against hers, he entered her. And as soon as their flesh united, the playful spirit of the party meshed perfectly with the tender affection of their love.

“There’s a difference between having sex and making love…a big difference,” Sandra thought as the act unfolded. “And with each passing year – especially on Christmas – I come to appreciate it more and more.”

Together, they shared in that appreciation – moving, thrusting, and rocking their bodies to the rhythm of their act. It wasn’t too rough, but it wasn’t overly gentle, either. It was a perfect balance of passion and affection – his masculine sinews perfectly entwined with her feminine contours. The way he felt inside her – the way his manhood slithered sensually inside her womanhood – it defied description.

Following this feeling, they rolled about on the rug – their naked bodies illuminated by the light radiating from the Christmas tree. Their lovemaking took various forms – her on top riding him, her on her side while he thrust into her, and her on all fours with him doing her from behind. But fittingly enough, the completed the act in the same position they often found themselves in whenever they made love with extra passion.

“My love…hold me,” she told him.

Warrick answered with a deep, masculine grunt – the kind that always got her heart racing and her loins enflamed. Like a reflex, their bodies assumed that special position.

They both sat in an upright position, her legs arched over Warrick’s waist while he firmly grasped her butt. She latched onto his shoulders, her pelvis still aligned with his – his sex still entwined with hers. Now facing one another, their lips so close and their gaze locked, they shared in the exertion.

She rocked her hips, lightly gyrating her pelvis to work his flesh inside hers.

He used that powerful arms of his to supplement each movement, never once diverting his eyes from hers through every undulation.

Finally, through so much shared effort and passion, they came. Sandra felt it first, that hot ball of pleasure welling up in her core and spreading out in all directions. Warrick felt it moment’s later, his expression tensing and his grip on her tightening as the flesh burned with hot pleasure.

Inside her, she felt her inner muscles contract hard, her vagina squeezing her lover’s cock with its moist heat – carrying him to the brink and beyond. She then felt him fill her womanly depths with his hot fluid, their sexual juices mixing inside her. It was their love made real – their shared passion taking form and substance.

It marked the culmination of Christmas – the exchange of the best gift they could ever give to one another. And on a night when they’d shared many similar gifts with others, it felt both festive and fitting.

“I love you,” said Warrick, still breathless and dazed.

“I love you too,” Sandra said lovingly.

“Merry Christmas, my love.”

“Merry Christmas!”

The following is a sexy short story about some sexy loving in the spirit of Thanksgiving. I hope this gives everyone out there something else to be thankful for. Enjoy!

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The holidays were a stressful time of year. But for Liam Brooks, they were often quite frustrating. And all those frustrations tended to manifest on Thanksgiving.

“Liam! Go check on pies cooling on the porch!” his mother shouted from the kitchen.

“I already did, ma. They’re fine,” Liam groaned as he finished setting the table in the dining room.

“Check them again!” she shouted. “Your father’s busy with the potatoes and your sister is preoccupied with the kids.”

“It’s only been 20 minutes,” he protested. “How much could’ve changed?”

“Don’t get snippy with your ma!” his father shouted back. “We’ve been behind schedule since you got in late last night with your girlfriend. We’ve been catching up ever since. You really want to be the one to ruin Thanksgiving?”

Liam groaned again and held back a string of angry curses. In most other circumstances, he would’ve fired back about how their micromanaging kept others from enjoying the holidays. He also would’ve mentioned how all the aunts, uncles, and cousins got a pass and watched football while he helped with all preparations. But for the sake of keeping the peace for the holidays, he held his tongue.

“I’ll check again,” Liam said with a defeated sigh.

“And check the firewood while you’re at it! It’s supposed to get cold tonight,” his father added, never one to leave out another task.

Liam pulled himself away from the dining room table, shaking his head and hiding his frustrations as best he could. He should’ve been used to this by now. Ever since he was a kid, his parents had been obsessive when it came to tasks, chores, and schedules. They were so particular that they had actual time slots for him and his four older siblings to brush their teeth at night. He thought he’d be used to it by now, but it still annoyed him to no end.

He suspected his siblings felt the same way, but they chose to keep that sentiment to themselves. There was just no winning an argument with their parents, especially around the holidays.

“Never leave a task unfinished or late,” Liam muttered. “How else are you gonna take the fun out of Thanksgiving?”

He slipped away to the back porch, passing by a crowd of nieces, nephews, and cousins. The young ones got a pass, having permission to run around and stick to no schedule whatsoever. Liam envied them. The older ones – including his aunts, uncles, and grandparents – got to just sit in the living room, drinking eggnog and watching football. He peered in briefly to see them yelling at the TV, actually having a good time while he and his siblings did all of the work.

They got to enjoy the holidays.

For him, he just got to work overtime.

His holiday spirit was on the brink. Then, he crossed paths with his girlfriend of the past two years, Alessia Burke. Still trying to make a good impression on his parents – especially after not being able to make it last year – she’d been helping too. Unfortunately, that just meant his parents put her to work so that his older sisters, Jane and Irene, could focus on their kids.

“How more are they going to have us do?” she asked him, looking restless as she carried a box of candles and tablecloths out from the garage.

“As much as they can get away with,” Liam answered.

“And it’s always like this?” Alessia groaned.

“I did warn you.”

“And I didn’t listen.”

They exchanged exasperated glances before carrying out the rest of their duties. Alessia set the materials up in the dining room while Liam checked the porch. As expected, the pies were fine and their stock of firewood was full. There was literally no reason for his parents to keep giving him tasks like this.

Everything was on time.

Thanksgiving was on schedule.

But because he and Alessia committed the high crime of being late last night, they held them to an unreasonable standard. It wasn’t fair. But that was how his parents operated. Being military brats who loved sticking to strict schedules, there was just no other way to live.

“What have I done? Inviting the woman I love to my family’s misery?” Liam wondered aloud.

He avoided answering that question himself. He still wasn’t sure his parents even liked Alessia. She wasn’t the first girlfriend of his he’d brought home. But she was, by far, the most serious. She was not just another fling, as his father loved to assume. He actually cared for her. Their relationship was actually serious.

They’d moved in together six months ago. They planned on getting another apartment after graduating college. He already had a job lined up and so did she. He and Alessia did everything right, being proactive in building their lives together. But it still wasn’t enough for his parents.

Liam briefly turned to head back inside. Instead, he stopped at the door, knowing he’d just get stuck with another menial task and/or yelled at. He checked his phone to see that they still had over an hour before dinner. They had time to catch up with family and just enjoy the holidays together. But since arriving home on a late flight from college, he and Alessia hadn’t had any time to spare. It was all work, chores, and preparation.

“This is now way to make lasting holiday memories, together,” Liam mused.

He remained outside, not caring at all about the bitter November cold. A few moments passed and Alessia slipped out, looking just as overwhelmed. Knowing her, she’d probably snuck through the living room, trying to avoid getting assigned more tasks. She’d been eager to help when she arrived, but that eagerness was long gone. All Liam could do was glance at her apologetically.

“I’m sorry,” he told her.

“Don’t be,” she said, offering a kind gesture.

“I should be. This is no way to spend our first Thanksgiving together…stressed out and miserable. It’s bad enough we got stuck at class an extra day to finish term papers. We haven’t even had a proper date night since Halloween.”

“None of that is your fault, Liam.”

“I probably could’ve encouraged you to not come. I could’ve argued harder to just spent Thanksgiving with your parents, just like you did last year.”

“You wouldn’t have kept me from coming,” she said confidently. “I wasn’t going to keep putting this off. If we’re going to be together…if I’m going to be part of your life…then that includes parts like this.”

Liam managed a light smile, which Alessia returned. He didn’t doubt her words. Alessia wasn’t easily dissuaded from a challenge. It was one of many reasons he loved her. But this was a different kind of challenge for both of them. Just keeping up with it all was a strain.

“I could’ve at least prepared you more,” he said.

“Yeah, you could’ve,” Alessia admitted.

“I knew it was going to be rough…just not this rough,” he said.

“I wish I knew your parents would put me to work. I’m starting to think they don’t like me.”

“They don’t like anyone I bring home…not without testing them constantly.”

“Do you think I’ve passed?” she asked him.

“I don’t know. And it doesn’t matter to me. What matters most is making this Thanksgiving memorable for all the reasons for us. I’d hoped my parents would at least try to understand that, but…”

Liam’s words trailed off, his frustrations getting the better of him. Alessia consoled him, offering a loving gesture and a warm smile. She never doubted his good intentions. That was a relief. It still didn’t sit well with him, having little in terms of good holiday memories to share with her.

At the very least, he would’ve liked to spend some quality time together in his old bedroom. But his parents even denied him that, refusing to let them sleep in the same room and putting Alessia in the guest room with his female cousins. It certainly didn’t help that they hadn’t made love since that same fateful date night on Halloween.

Had he known that would be their last intimate moment together for several weeks, he would’ve made it more elaborate. Now, it looked like they wouldn’t have that moment for the rest of the week. Liam was not looking forward to that.

But as he contemplated all the stressful holiday chores ahead of him, Alessia’s expression and demeanor shifted. She had that distinct glint in her eye – the kind she only ever got when she sought to do something that was both challenging and reckless.

“Well…there are other ways of making Thanksgiving memorable,” she said to him in a seductive tone, “the kind that don’t just involve turkey dinners and pumpkin pies.”

“Oh?” Liam said, intrigued and a little nervous. “What did you have in mind?”

Alessia looked around a bit, as if to map out an elaborate strategy. Glancing inside, she saw that the rest of his relatives were engrossed in the TV. And his parents were likely still hard at work in the kitchen, obsessing over every detail.

If they went back inside, they’d find something for them to do between now and dinner time. In order to make a lasting Thanksgiving memory, they would have to be creative.

“Tell me…how likely is it your parents will lose track of time?” she asked him.

“With an hour before dinner…very,” he answered.

“And if we were to slip away for a while…would they notice?” she further inquired.

“Only if we slipped away to somewhere obvious…somewhere they could easily find us, yell at us, and drag us to more duties.”

Alessia bit her lower lip, her mind working fast. The way she moved in closer, seductively pressing her body against his, implied she had already formulated a plan.

“In that case…would your backyard shed be obvious?” she asked him.

Liam blinked a few times, impressed that she was willing to be that bold. He must have been really in need of sex because he didn’t dare talk himself out of it.

“Not in the slightest,” he affirmed.

“Then, what are we waiting for?”

Her mischievous grin widening, she latched onto his arm and led him towards the shed that sat on the far corner of his parents’ backyard. Liam put up no resistance, feeling his first twinge of excitement and elation all week. The backyard shed wasn’t at all ideal for a romantic rendezvous, but it was one of the few places on his parents’ property they paid no attention to this time of year. Given the cold, dreary November weather, it was likely the only private area remaining.

The prospect of making a good Thanksgiving memory with Alessia – a memory that didn’t involve his parents micromanaging or his family’s scrutiny – that genuinely intrigued him. It also did plenty to arouse him.

“A quickie with my girlfriend on Thanksgiving? Can’t get much more memorable than that,” he thought.

Laughing and giggling playfully, carrying themselves like a couple of horny prom dates, he and Alessia arrived at the shed. He then proceeded to unlock the large doors and open them. With Alessia still clinging to his arm, he led her inside.

“Close the door. And close it tight,” she said under her breath.

“Now, you’re just being paranoid,” Liam quipped as he kicked the door shut.

“Never let horniness supersede caution. It’s the best way to avoid awkward situation…especially around the holidays.”

“Speaking from experience with past boyfriends?” he said, snaking his arm around her waist.

“Shut up and kiss me!”

The door was shut. And, just as requested, Liam made sure it stayed shut. It made things in the shed a bit dim, having only the window on the far side for light. But it was more than enough. Having not felt Alessia’s intimate touch in nearly a month, he gladly navigated the dusty, dank, less-than-romantic ambience. Containing their desire for one another had been stressful. Finally, they had a chance to unleash their passions and on Thanksgiving, no less.

In an outpouring of pent-up sexual energy, he and Alessia eagerly embraced one another and met in a deep, sensual kiss. She literally jumped up into his arms, forcing him to catch her by her well-shaped butt. Instinctively, Liam squeezed it with both hands while she threw her legs around his waist.

Her rump firmly in both hands, he carried her over to his father’s work bench. It was a bit dusty, but clear of tools and debris. Even after setting her down, she clung to his shoulders while kissing him with greater intensity.

“I am so thankful for this…for us,” Alessia gasped.

“Me too,” Liam said, “so…so thankful.”

More kissing followed, this time with more tongue. Bolder touching followed, as well – hands roaming wildly around the insufferably formal clothes they’d been wearing since that morning. In addition, Alessia used her powerful legs to squeeze his waist, grinding her pelvis against his crotch. Even though his slacks, he could feel the growing heat of her inner thighs.

The heat soon led to a swift loosening of clothing. While kissing her, Liam skillfully undid the buttons to her blouse, revealing the black lace bra she’d worn underneath. Alessia returned the favor by untucking his shirt, undoing his belt, and unbuttoning the top of his pants. That gave the growing erection more breathing room.

But as much as Liam enjoyed such foreplay, he remembered that they had to move with a sense of urgency.

“Off…get this off,” he said with that deep, masculine tone he knew she loved.

Alessia gladly accommodated him, leaned back on the work bench to give him more room. Under her seductive glance, he eagerly removed her bra to expose her well-shaped breasts. Then, in a show of playful affection, she grabbed his head and pulled his face right into her cleavage, evoking moans and laughter of delight.

“Mmm…yeah! Enjoy a little appetizer,” Alessia cooed.

Liam certainly savored the feeling, but kept his hands moving. With not-so-subtle tact, he reached up the short skirt his Aunt Erin criticized earlier and pulled her panties down her legs. He only got a brief touch for the exposed outer flesh of her womanhood, but he felt enough to confirm that she was hot and aroused.

However, despite the need for urgency, he craved enough treat. Pulling his face away from her breasts, he whispered into her ear.

“Lean back a bit more,” he told her.

The deep tone of his voice helped communicate his intentions. Her grin widened and her excitement grew as she did as he asked, leaning all the way back and causing the wall of tools to clank.

Following his impassioned hunger, he dropped to his knees and pushed her legs farther apart. Her panties were off and her skirt remained on, but he still had a perfect glimpse of her pussy. Licking his lips intently, he buried his face between her inner thighs to taste his love’s sweet flesh. The spirit of Thanksgiving must have been strong because it tasted even better than usual.

“Ooh Liam! Darling…you must be hungry!” Alessia gasped.

He replied with a muffled moan as he lovingly gorged on the outer folds of her vagina, performing oral love to her most sensitive spots while savoring her delicious womanly juices. Whether it was hunger or passion, it had the desired effect. It allowed Liam to pleasure his lover, causing her to shift and shudder atop the work bench.

At some point during his efforts, she slipped off her blouse and kicked off her heels, leaving her only in her skirt. Despite the chilly air outside, Alessia didn’t appear the least bit cold. The conditions and ambience also didn’t keep her from achieving a state of full arousal. She soon became so wet and hot, her body craving his sex. The extra-sweet taste of her pussy got his arousal going as well, the growing erection in his pants now aching to be free.

“Mmm…ready, my love?” Liam asked upon removing his head from her inner thighs.

“I’m ready, Liam. Take me!” Alessia said without hesitation.

Reflex, instinct, and desire took it from there. Liam shot up from the floor, shed his pants and underwear, and repositioned himself between his legs. He then grasped her by the hips, drew her pelvis close to his, and aligned the tip of his rigid penis with her moist slit.

Their eyes now locked and their desires perfectly synchronized, he thrust his hips forward and enter her. Hard masculine flesh penetrated hot feminine depths, their bodies uniting in this intimate act. Together, they let out an impassioned gasp. From there, they proceeded to make love.

“Ohhh Liam!”

“Alessia…”

Little else had to be said after that. Alessia grasped onto his shoulders, her eyes still locked on him as they set a heated pace for sex. He tightened his hold on her hips, guiding her body with his as they rocked, grinded, and undulated together in a focused venting of love and lust.

Despite the dark, dusty setting – despite the chilly, brisk air – and despite the stress of the Thanksgiving holiday – their sex was still so beautiful and intimate. It was a testament to the love and connection they shared. They found a way to share and express that love, even in less-than-ideal circumstances. Their passion was just that strong. That helped make this act of lovemaking all the more enjoyable.

Liam forgot the circumstances and just enjoyed this feeling with the woman he loved. As their bodies moved, they kissed and shared loving gestures. He grinned as her breasts bounced and her legs shifted, showing off that added flexibility that he found so sexy. He kept the pace steady, but faster than usual, knowing they couldn’t draw this out like they usually did.

Thankfully, he knew Alessia’s body so well. He knew how to get her to the brink of orgasm. She claimed she was relatively easy to please, but he still strived to make the extra effort.

“I’m close! I’m close!” she panted. “I’m gonna…ohhhh!”

Her orgasmic moan filled the shed. It was sweet music to his ears. Liam grinned proudly as she closed her eyes, squeezed the fabric of his dress shirt, and threw her head back to offer a gracious cry to the heavens. He still held her close as her legs tensed and her inner muscles contracted, making for an extra tight sensation around his dick. Liam loved that feeling, too. It prompted an extra deep kiss when Alessia finally collected herself enough to share his affections.

“I love you,” he said to her.

“I love you too,” she said through her orgasmic daze.

The kiss kept the passions flowing. Through her lips and her heated touch, Liam sensed she still craved more sex. He did too, his body now aching for its own release. To that end, he followed more instincts and passions.

With a firm grip on her hips, he lifted her off the table and set her back on her feet. Then, with an assertiveness that he knew she found hot, he turned her around and bent her over. Even through her skirt, he got a nice glimpse of her perfect butt. His penis still rock hard, he guided his flesh back into her.

From there, their sex resumed. This time, the pace was even greater. Grunts and gasps grew louder. The loud smacking sound of his pelvis colliding with her butt filled the shed. His clothes became more and more disheveled. And even through the cold air, a light sweat formed on his brow.

But Liam didn’t let up. He was getting so close. He could feel it. Hearing his love moan and pant, he sought to share the feeling with her. So, using the same knowledge of her body that allowed him to give her such great oral sex, he reached around and stimulated her clit with his fingers. That got Alessia moaning louder and trembling harder under the extra sensations.

And in short order, she was ready to climax too. This time, he could share the ecstasy with her.

“Again! Ooh I’m going to…come again!” Alessia cried out.

“Me too, babe. Me…too. Oh God!” Liam gasped.

After a few more heated thrusts, it happened. He and his love crossed that magical barrier that separated them from the sweetest fruits of their love. A hot, orgasmic rush washed over them both and they took it in together.

It hit him first, his knees going weak and his grip on her tightening as he released his manly load up into her depths. It hit Alessia soon after, her lower body trembling as she threw her head back again, giving him a brief glimpse of that beautiful O-face he knew so well. As their bodies trembled, their embrace deepened. And together, they took in this feeling – supplementing it even further with a deep, loving kiss.

As he and Alessia processed and savored every moment, a silence came over them. For a moment, all they could hear was the wind outside and their own heavy breathing. Eventually, Alessia turned around and embraced him once more, resting her forehead against his in a fitting gesture of support.

“We…should get back,” Liam said, emerging from his daze. “Halftime is probably over.”

“Yeah…we should,” Alessia said, still smiling.

“Remember, we were just out here to make a call to your Uncle Evan,” he reminded her. “And if they ask why our clothes are so messed up…”

“I’ll just say it got windy. Your Aunt might not buy it, but…”

Her words trailed off. But Liam kept smiling. It helped assure her he didn’t care what excuse they made or that his relatives bought it. This was for them and them alone. There would be plenty of time to be thankful for everything else over dinner.

Content that they were on the same page, they kissed once more before parting. They then got dressed and tried to fix their clothes as best they could. But before leaving the shed, his love affectionately latched onto his arm and locked her gaze with his once more.

“I know it’s been a stressful week,” Alessia said. “But I’m still thankful we’re here…together.”

“Me too, Alessia,” Liam said to her with a warm smile. “The holidays don’t make it easier. My family doesn’t make it easy, either. But that’s exactly what makes being with you so special. And for that, I am so…so thankful.”