A lot of things happened in the run up to Christmas, so I've split this chapter of my life into several parts for easier reading
Sunday
Come morning I was woken by the feeling of both my nipples being sucked and fingers circling my pussy. It was bliss; I just laid there and enjoyed the attention my body was getting. My mind kept telling me to get up, but my body told me a different story, one I had waited many months for.
"Good morning, gentlemen. You're one hell of an alarm clock," I said.
With the room still in total darkness, soon a body rolled on top of me, followed by a cock slowly entered my sopping pussy. It felt fantastic as it wormed its way deep into my pussy; bumping into my cervix I immediately knew it was Chris.
Wrapping my legs about Chris' waist we slowly began to fuck, Soon Chris upped the pace he put his hands under my ass making his penetrations deeper for now he was continually hitting my cervix. I began to moan loudly as the onslaught continued. Soon the pain turned into delightful throbs as I felt my pussy begin to tighten.
"Unngghhh! Oh God, yes!" I gasped
Each of my squeals only encouraged Chris to plunge deeper into me.
Soon both of us was grunting and squealing in unison, I swear Chris' cock was getting bigger every second.
"Ohhhnnnn God, ohhhnnn God!" I moaned. "Ohhhh yes, fuck me hard, please, harder! Ungghhh! Oh shit! Unggh! Ohnngg! Annggghh! Unh! Yes! Yes!" I murmured incoherently, getting more out of control by the second.
Suddenly I squealed loudly as the shocks wracked through my body. "Ohhnnn God, oh Jeeesus, yesss, unnngghhiieeeee!"
We groaned and came at the same time. Chris pushed his cock deep into me and grunted as his cum shot out from him.
"You okay?" Chris asked trying to catch his breath at the same time.
"Shit, it's a long time since I've been fucked like that!" I murmured, with glazed eyes; my body still trembling from its exertions. Trapping Chris between my legs I felt his cock shrink slowly, it's a marvellous feeling for those who have never tried it.
Now back in the land of the living, Jon was shouting to us that he had breakfast ready and if we wanted it hot we had better come now. Chris and I just looked at each other and giggled before strolling naked into the kitchen. Cum dribbled down my legs and Chris' flaccid cock jiggled around as he walked beside me.
"You could have got cleaned up and dressed" said Jon in rather a stern manner.
"Tut-tut, remember the house rules, anything goes"
"Does that apply to everything" he asked
"Yes, the only exceptions are, no crapping or pissing outside of the toilet" I jokingly replied
With that we all sat done and began to enjoy the breakfast before us.
I took a big bite of omelette "Delicious!" I said having emptied my mouth, I then bit into my toast then took a bite of bacon and washed everything down with a mouthful of coffee.
"You're a great cook. Someday you're going to make some woman very happy." I said then suddenly feeling very guilty I apologised for my faux pas
"That's ok, I'm over it now, atleast I can make one woman happy" Jon said, flirting back at me.
My eyes got a little brighter. "Could it be you're trying to flirt with me sir; a married woman with her husband sat beside; I certainly like the cut of you jib," I said in a huskily voice.
I smiled and added a little more jam to a crust of toast before daintily nibbling one of the ends. "Like I said, you're going to make some woman very happy. Possibly sooner than later."
Despite taking time for conversation, we had done a fair job of consuming breakfast. All three of us were getting down to the last bits of toast and scraps of egg. I still had a slice of bacon and some egg and the men had most of a piece of toast apiece, but we were close to done. We spent the next couple minutes in relative silence, chewing, swallowing, and washing things down with coffee.
Chris split the last of the coffee between us and added a little milk to our mugs. I felt delightfully full and said so. I picked up my coffee, sighed happily, and leaned back slightly in my chair. My arms were up in such a way that my breasts were now totally visible.
I smiled and said "Like what you see, mister?" looking directly at Jon
"Very much so," Jon replied.
"Let me see if I can stir your hormones then." I said picking up the pot of strawberry jam spooning out a small amount, and then dabbing my nipples carefully. A drop of jam escaped and landed on my upper thigh where I wiped it up with a finger as carefully as if it were a drop of semen. I licked my finger, "Mmmmmm, it tastes very good, a bit sweet perhaps, not quite the thing I'm getting used to tasting this Christmas." My nipples were fairly erect and glistened with jam. It was a definite turn on, without a doubt.
"I could stare at your breasts for hours except for one thing," Jon said.
"And what would that be kind sir?" I asked.
"I have trouble just staring at them and not wanting to do something a little more direct and physical."
"You seem to have managed that for quite a while in the past," I retorted.
"Yes, that's true, but there were two differences then. First, I haven't just made love to you. And second..."
With our conversation becoming more intimate, Chris made his excuses, left the table and made his way towards the shower; I then continued my banter with Jon.
"Yessss?" Batting my eyes at him a few times.
"I always knew how wonderful you were, Sarah, but I'd only surmised how wild your life was. Now I know, I feel inhibited, especially with Chris here, in the flat with us."
