Mistletoe Mischief

Oh. The lemon squares are such a hit. I knew they would be.

Okay. Still waiting on quite a few people to arrive.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so thankful for a dishwasher.

Okay… time for a drink.

“How are we doing for spring rolls?”

“Uhh… yeah. Still got a box of those. ”

“And the vegan cakes?”

“Going down well. Even my mom likes it. ”

“Really? I thought she’d hate it.”

“Well… I may not have told her they are vegan. You know how judgey she is about that kind of thing. No idea why. Besides, she apparently loves what you did with the frosting.”

I take a deep breath and pour myself a generous glass of wine. It’s our first time hosting a Christmas party since we moved into the new house. I was feeling like an anxious mess this morning… and you’ve been so patient with me.

It’s so good to finally have everyone around, now that it really feels like home.

It’s kind of a half holiday party, half housewarming thing. We’ve invited both our families… friends… a few of the neighbors.

Speaking of neighbors, I see our next door neighbor chatting to one of my aunts by the back door. He looks pretty relieved when she wanders off to get another drink for herself.

I give him a knowing look and he makes a beeline for us, his empty glass in his hand. He ducks into the kitchen, away from the chatter of the living room.

“Hey, you.”

“Hey, looking good in here. Fill me up, would you? ”

“Sorry about my aunt. She had you stuck over there for quite a while. ”

“No, no, she’s great. Kind of hilarious… though, I’m not sure if she was intentionally making some jokes. I think she may actually think—”

“Oh yeah, she has some pretty wild ideas.”

“It sounds like it.”

He raises his glass to the both of us, and we clink them together. His eyes linger on me as he takes a sip, and I feel my cheeks flushing… and it’s not from the wine.

We have an… interesting relationship… with our neighbor. It’s not something I ever saw us doing but… we just kind of fell into… well, whatever this is. And I like it. A lot.

“Cheers. To good food and great friends, huh? ”

You move a little closer to me, standing just behind me now. I lean into you, my back against your chest.

“What a day.”

“You should have seen this one, up at seven this morning prepping everything. ”

“On a Saturday, damn. You can’t pay me to roll out of bed before ten on the weekends. ”

You set down your glass and start to rub my shoulders…

“Mmm, that’s good…”

“You have to learn to relax… go with the flow, baby.”

“Hey, come on. I know how to let loose… sometimes.”

“Oh really? You, who needs at least three to seven business days to plan a singular day off work?”

“Shut up!”

“Even I know he’s right about that one. And we’ve known each other for what… three months? ”

“I’m still full of surprises, I’ll have you know.”

“Hmm… like this?”

He reaches into his back pocket and holds something out to me.

I see a small mistletoe branch hanging between his fingers. It’s not real… it looks plastic and quite tacky, actually.

“Oh my god, what is that?”

“It’s mistletoe.”

“You know I hate gimmicky Christmas decor – ”

“Come on. You know what has to happen now. It’s bad luck not to. I mean… will you tell her…? ”

Ever since we became this… trio… you two have always been good at reminding me not to take things so seriously. To be a bit silly sometimes… to appreciate the little things in life.

“He’s right, babe. Unless you want us to have bad luck… unless you want to doom our beautiful new house with bad karma… you gotta do it. ”

He steps closer to us and I’m practically pinned between you. His hand cups my chin as he tilts my head up, and he kisses me.

I feel myself getting lost in the kiss, your hands rubbing up and down my shoulders as his hands wrap around my waist.

I feel a mixture of excitement and nerves at the idea that someone could walk in on us.

Us… with our neighbor. You behind me, your hands now moving up to cup my breasts. His hands cupping my ass…

You kiss up my shoulder and up my neck. Warm tingles flush through my body. God, I love the feeling of both your hands on me. I can feel my thighs clenching together with need.

Fuck, we really need to stop before we get caught. But we can’t… it just feels too good.

Your hands are moving between my legs now, lifting my skirt and teasing me through my panties while he starts to kiss and bite my neck.

Oh my god.

I know there’s a room full of people on the other side of that wall… drinks need to be poured, anecdotes shared, holiday laughter and… Fuck, I can’t stop this. I never can. I don’t know what you two do to me… every time we get started I turn into this… other woman. This primal, desperate, bold woman who takes what she wants.

I love her. I want to be her. And you both seem to like her, too.

“Let’s go upstairs.”

“Don’t you think they’ll notice? I mean, we are the hosts of this party….”

“Look who’s not spontaneous now. Come on… are you two really going to turn this down? ”

“Fuck. You know I’m in.”

“Do you think we’ll have enough time?”

I don’t think anyone will notice if we slip away for too long. They’ll just think we went outside for fresh air or… down to the store for more booze, right?

I step out from between them, smooth my hair and straighten my skirt.

“You two head up. I’ll come up in a few minutes. I’ll just do a quick lap around here and then make an excuse to step away. ”

“You sure?”

“Absolutely. Now go! I’ll be up… ”

It’s just as you two sneak down the hallway that the kitchen door opens. I can hear the creak of the stairs as you both quietly make your way to the bedroom.

“Hey, hun!”

“Hey! You enjoying the party? ”

“So much! I love what you’ve done with the place. You know, me and my husband were talking about re-decorating and was wondering who you hired. This place is gorgeous, and the furniture— ”

God, I can feel my heart pounding. I don’t want to talk about furniture when they are upstairs waiting for me…

“Oh we didn’t hire anyone, we did it ourselves.”

“No! Oh my god, I have to pick your brain about color choices, I am going crazy trying to decide what to do in our living room…”

God, how long has it been? Fifteen minutes talking about paint samples and home furnishings. So glad I could finally get away. I hope you two are still up here… I didn’t see you come back down.

I get to our bedroom door, and it’s still closed. That’s a good sign. And…

Wait… are you guys… You are. You’re totally going at it already.

God. I love this new side of you. You’re so open to everything, it’s so incredibly sexy to me.

The first time it happened… the two of you without me… you felt a little embarrassed about it. But that night, reliving it, talking to each other about it… we had the hottest sex.

I press my ear to the door, listening to both of you as I look around to make sure no one else is up here. I’m tempted to stay out here… listening for a while… but I’m aching to feel you both.

I quickly open the door and close it behind me.

You’re both on the bed in only your boxers. You’re kissing his neck as his hand moves up and down under the fabric.

“Starting the party without me, hm?”

“We did try to wait…”

“Try is a strong word for you.”

I click the lock on the door. We have to be quick, but god, I wish we didn’t. I’d love to just sit here and watch you both for a while…

“Room for one more?”

“Always…”

You both make room for me and I squeeze between you. My spot. Right here… between you.

You waste no time, pulling me into your arms and kissing me. His hands start to roam my body, squeezing my tits and dragging my skirt up my thighs.

He pulls my blouse down, exposing my breasts, and takes my nipple into his mouth as you move to the bottom of the bed, eager to slide my underwear off.

“God…”

“Tell us what you want…”

I know it’s a lot, I know it’s actually insane with a house full of guests downstairs but I can’t help it. I know what I want. And I know you will want it, too.

“I want him inside me… while you fuck him.”

“I like the sound of that… What do you think? ”

“Yeah. We have to be quick…”

You move closer to me again, fumbling to free your hard cock from your boxers. I know this still makes you a little nervous, in a good way.

My fingers run through his hair as I reach out for you. I want you to know I’m here and we’re doing this together. I nod at you, and you smile back. I reach out and grip your shaft, teasing you in my hand.

“Ahh… yeah…”

He kisses down my body as I drag my thumb over the head of your cock. You tilt your head back in pleasure and god, I love the sounds you make.

“Ahh… yeah…”

“You want my tongue? Wish I could tease you… make you needy… desperate for it… take my time… ”

“Don’t tease me… we have to be quick–”

He buries his head between my legs, flicking his tongue over my clit and lapping at my wetness. I grip the sheets and look to you. Your hand is on mine, guiding me, both of us jerking you off together.

I move my hand and watch you jerk off, your hand moving up and down, your chest rising and falling faster. I know we have to be quiet but I can’t help it when you’re both so—

“Shhh. Shh. We don’t want to get caught, baby.”

Fffuuuuck… His tongue feels so good, like he’s devouring me.

I grip the sheets and clench my teeth, desperately trying to stay as quiet as possible.

I thread my fingers through his hair and my hips start moving, I’m aching, desperate for more…

“God, you taste so good, sweetheart.”

My body’s shaking… we can’t be much longer… someone will notice… And god, I need to cum. I need you both to cum… we need this.

“Please, I need you inside me…”

He quickly kicks off his boxers and strokes his cock a few times. You’re both just grinning down at me on the bed, each looking like you’re ready to devour me… take turns filling me up. I wish we had more time.

He hooks his hands around my thighs and pulls me closer, settling on top of me. Fuck, his cock feels amazing like this, pressing against my clit.

God, yes. Fuck, I need this. I need—

Fuuuuck, yes.

Oh my god, it feels so good to be full. To be fucked, hard. Yes, yes, yes. I wrap my arms around his neck and my teeth dig into my arm. I have to be quiet, have to be quiet…

“Oh fuck, yeah…”

His fingers dig into my hips and I grind hard up against his cock. I need him… I need you…

The way he looks down at me… so desperate… as he pulls me harder onto his thick, hard cock.

You reach between us and he leans back so you can drag your lips over my breasts. You take advantage of the space as he fucks me harder at this new angle, and you snake your arm around my waist.

Mmmm, you suck my nipple into your mouth, still jerking yourself off as you do.

I love when you both pay attention to me. It feels so fucking good. So right. Like we’ve been doing this forever.

Heat courses through me, pleasure pulsing between my legs and permeating through my body. The mixture of pain with pleasure as you bite down on my nipple…

He reaches out and strokes your cock. It’s so fucking hot to see you two this way.

“I really want you in my mouth… Please… ”

I love it when he begs. Almost as much as he loves it when I beg him. I rock my hips a little more, making sure I take all of him.

“You want my husband to fuck your face? ”

“God, yes.”

Babe, get over me, like that…

You straddle my face as he leans forward. Fuck this is so hot, a mass of bodies all writhing and desperate… I watch him lick his lips as he moves forward so that you can tease the head of your cock over his lips. (soft, desperate) Fuck, lying under you as you stroke your cock… him on top of me…

All I can think of is needing you, and wanting more of him. I reach up and slide my hands around your thighs, and run the flat of my tongue over your balls…. It’s so easy to tease you like this, but we’ve never tried this angle before.

“Ohh yeah… keep… keep doing that…”

You love it when I play with your balls… I love it too. So sensitive, and I love the way you react. I take one into my mouth, rolling it along my tongue. My toes curl as he thrusts deeper inside me.

The two of you making out over me while I’m being fucked… it’s so hot.

“You ready? You ready for me to fill your mouth? ”

“Oh god, yeah…”

“We’ve got to be quiet…”

His body tenses as he fucks me harder and faster. I love watching his face when we both fuck him at the same time.

How desperate he gets when you put your hand on his head and fuck his mouth. How it makes him fuck me even harder…

“Yeah? You want more?”

“Please, yes…”

“Don’t stop… keep going. Keep fucking me… ”

His arms frame your thighs as I stroke his back and I wonder if he’s stroking your thighs. His muscles flex under my touch as he moves against both of us. Filling me as he takes you deeper, right to the back of his throat.

“Argh, yeah… take it. Take my fucking dick. God, your mouth feels so good.”

“Don’t stop– Harder –”

“Shh, shh…we’ve got to be quiet… We’ll get caught.”

My fingers dig into your thighs now as I kiss and lick over your balls. Rocking my hips against him and pulling you further down onto me so you’re riding my face as he fucks me.

Only stopping to take a few breaths before carrying on. Fuck, it feels amazing.

I pull him closer too, tightening my legs around his hips, forcing him as deep as he can go.

My clit’s throbbing…

I reach between my legs and massage my clit. Fuck… my pussy clenches around his cock, and he thrusts harder inside me.

He’s so close, I can feel it. I am, too. Every movement driving me further to the edge.

The feel of him… of you… your taste, your moans… I need it all…

“Oh god – Oh god, I’m going to cum!”

“Yeah, that’s it. Fucking cum. Cum on his dick.”

All I can think about is pleasure and fun and….mmm, how amazing this feels. The three of us. Him cumming inside me. You cumming in his mouth. Pleasure pulses from between my legs, up my body, everywhere.

“Oh god – Oh god, I’m going to cum!”

“Yeah… yeah you want my cum? You want my cum in that hot mouth while you cum inside her? ”

“Mmm-hmm!”

“Yeah, cum inside me… please!”

“Aww yeah! Yeah!”

“Oh god –!”

I feel… so tired, in the best way.

I barely register him pulling out of me or you moving away. I feel your weight sink down on the bed as you pull me into your arms.

He settles behind me, spooning me. You kissing along my jaw, him kissing my shoulder, tracing his fingertips up and down my arm.

Hey…

“Hey gorgeous…”

“Well… Merry Christmas.”

“Do you think they heard us downstairs?”

“I think half the neighborhood heard us.”

“Probably.”

I can feel a hurts-so-good soreness settling into my body. He kisses my shoulder again before sitting up on the bed, stretching his arms out. He always gets a little too hot after sex, but he likes to make up with extra cuddles later.

“So… we should probably uh—”

“Yeah, get back to the house full of people downstairs. I’ll go first. If I can trust the two of you to join me and not stay up here having fun without me? ”

“We wouldn’t do that to you!”