Everyone comes

SHANE

To our left, a pornographic scene played out as Connor straddled his girlfriend’s chest and wedged his big meaty cock between her tits. Tracy squeezed her cleavage together, pumping the ample flesh around Connor’s spasming erection.

“Come for me baby,” Tracy whispered, talking directly to Connor’s penis in her horny, little girl voice. “Come for me. Come for me. Come for me…”

In a trance, I flipped Ria over onto her stomach and pushed her face down between the other woman’s thighs. Tracy’s urgent whispers turned to urgent moans as Ria’s tongue made contact, lapping away like a ravenous kitten.

Connor glanced back over his shoulder to check out the action, and immediately blew his load all over Tracy’s chest. I guess the sight of Ria eating pussy was too much for the poor guy to bear.

It was too much for Tracy, too, who clawed at the carpet and screamed her lungs raw as my wife finally pushed her over the edge into oblivion.

With Tracy's orgasmic cacophony still echoing off the walls, I rolled Ria onto her back once more and went for broke, fucking her as hard and as fast as I could. My hips clapped like thunder against her poor pussy. Fingernails clawed at my skin. Eyelids fluttered in an orgasmic seizure. Shrill, ecstatic roars of pleasure split the air again and again.

My abdominals burned, my balls constricted, I threw back my head—

"Aahhh!!"

And exploded inside my wife, filling her over and over again.

Ria fought for breath. Her eyes finally refocused, and the blush returned to her cheeks.

"Merry Christmas, sweetie," I smiled, caressing her radiant skin.

"Merry Christmas," Ria panted weakly.

Connor flopped onto his back, laughing at the wonderful absurdity of it all. "Merry Christmas, to all of us," he agreed.

Tracy sat up, her huge, cum-glazed bosom swinging into view. She smiled at me mischievously and added, "Yeah, Merry Christmas to all. And to all, a good come!"

...

Luckily, my boss's insurance covered the tree that fell through the cabin wall. A part of me was worried that he'd somehow blame me for the damage, but the opposite turned out to be true:

"Can you imagine how much worse the damage would have been if no one was home?!" he asked. "There would have been a month's-worth of snow and frost filling the place before we even realized. I'm damn lucky you and Ria were there!"

But, nice as he was, I was anxious about finally coming back to work on New Year's Eve. Stepping back into my cubicle felt like stepping onto an alien planet. Every drab moment passed by in excruciating slow motion. The bustle of the office sounded distant and muted. Every meeting, every memo, every "urgent" office emergency-it all felt so silly and small.

After the week-long emotional maelstrom of sex in the mountains, returning to real life was about as exciting as a bowl of shredded wheat. It didn't help much that Tracy was sitting beside me, looking gorgeous as ever in a red silk blouse. How was I supposed to focus on my work when I couldn't stop flashing back to memories of her marshmallow-soft lips around my cock and her cantaloupe-sized tits in my mouth?

Throughout the day, she would occasionally glance over at my cubicle, throwing me a slantwise grin-and I knew we were both thinking the same thing.

So far, nobody at the office suspected that Tracy and I were more than friends, nor that we'd made tentative plans for her to move in with me and my wife-but that wouldn't last forever. Somehow, sooner or later, we'd be outed, and the gossip about Shane and Tracy's "weird, poly-whateverous-relationship" would spread like wildfire.

Or maybe not. What did I know? Maybe I was just being paranoid.

As the clock on the wall counted down the final few minutes of the day, I glanced over at my voluptuous coworker one final time and asked, "You sure you can't come by to say hi tonight?"

"Is that really all you want me to do? Say hi?"

"No, but if I told you what I really wanted, I'd get shitcanned for sexual harassment."

She shook her head and laughed. "Sorry, wish I could. I already promised a girlfriend I'd spend New Year's with her."

"And Connor's working the graveyard shift tonight. It's gonna be so weird, celebrating without either of you."

"You and Ria have any special plans for tonight?" she asked.

"Nah. Home on the couch, sipping champagne and watching pre-recorded Ryan Seacrest talk about how cold it is in Manhattan or whatever."

"While Taylor Swift sings that stupid 'Shake Shake' song," Tracy nodded sympathetically.

"Ria said she wants a night to finally relax."

"Sounds wild."

"Domestic bliss," I grinned.

Truth be told, I was a little let down by the prospect of finishing the year on such a lame note. But my incredible wife had more than earned an evening's rest after a week of non-stop, ravenous fucking. She phoned me when I was five minutes from home and asked, "Could you detour to the store to pick up a bottle of champagne? I know I said I'd do it, but I forgot."

"Honey, I'm almost home!" I rolled my eyes. I'd just made it through over an hour of New Year's traffic.

"Don't whine, it's unbecoming of such a sexy man. Besides, I've got a surprise waiting for you at home that will more than make up for it."

That piqued my interest. "I do like surprises," I sighed.