The story of how I found myself pinned between two gorgeous men having their way with me is a fucking doozy. Inside an Igloo on a snow covered Midwestern evening no less!
Or was I having my way with them?! I'll tell you what, I wasn't going to wear any scarlet letter because it, that was for sure.
Having two men holding me up and writhing like snakes in candle light was throwing decadent shadows all over the inside of the igloo. With both of their cocks filling me, even though we were on earth it was a complete unearthly delight.
I completely embraced the rapture of it. I was a fucking goddess in that moment. A pure conduit of physical pleasure and lust. Just like our maker in heaven, the universal truth, or even the Hindu God Kali had intended it. For us skin sheathed spirits to experience the highest forms of physical pleasure in this realm.
Yes, I was receiving the pleasure, and I was also giving it. Right alongside the of whores of ancient Greece, the princesses of Avalon, the queens of the Nile. I was at that moment the joy de vivre, the divine giver and the holy receiver. We were mere mortals trying to throw off our physical coil for a brief moment in time by entwining ourselves together. Trying to transcend this realm by becoming one moving entity in the quest for pure bliss. Sharing in the pursuit of nature to leave its mark on our spirits through corporeal connection.
That sounds a bit woo woo doesn't it? Well, putting the spiritual pretext aside. Hot damn yall, horny housewives UNITE! I was thoroughly fucked and filled like a thanksgiving turkey!
Being penetrated by the two most beautiful men I could ever imagine coming in contact with save for a few Hollywood minded souls. It was one of the hottest experiences of my life. Even if it was in the cold confines of an impromptu snowy little igloo in front of my house.
It all started on a harrowing night in December blanketed by a beautiful snowfall. My husband Gavin and I had already had a tryst with the neighbors Nico and Jaime over the summer. And we had continued to hang out and have our kids play together through the end of the summer and into the fall. Each of us sort of experiencing the feeling of gratitude and treasuring the bond we made by fooling around together that night in the summer.
Geez, who am I kidding saying fooling around? The night I fucked Nico and took my husband at the same time was a blast and completely unexpected. As it was my husband that initiated the whole thing during an argument.
But hey, I was grateful he broke me out of my shell. And since that evening I have opened up so much. Gavin and I try so many new things in bed and out. Because our communication is better our relationship has grown leaps and bounds from the trust. And on the physical side of things, I cum harder and masturbate more as a result of being able to let go a lot easier these days. I look at the world around me as a sensuous place. A place filled with sexual creatures and beautiful things.
Quite a bit differently than I did before our engagement with the neighbors.
The snowstorm hit during the day while I was at work and getting home was a total bitch. If youve never experienced a decent winter storm you'd never know the danger. But it seems to happen in every good Noreaster that blows its ugly breath through this part of the country. Cars in ditches, fender benders at damn near every stop light was the order of the night. Truly a white knuckle drive home, save for the freeway in which tail lights went on for miles. So to say I was in tremendous need of a big old glass of wine when I reached the house was an understatement.
I pulled alongside the curb around 7 oclock and all the neighbors were outside shoveling sidewalks and stairs in the dark. I love it when it snows like this. People are pretty jovial because it gives us a reason to play during the cold and stormy time of year.
Kids were building forts and walls to withstand the barrage of snowballs being hurled at one another. Families were already heading home from the park with sleds and children with red little faces in tow. Totally dig it!
I looked down the street two houses away and saw my husband Gavin and our neighbor Nico. They were dragging snow from the backyard, the other neighbors front yard, and anywhere they could find extra snow to pile it into a giant mound in front of Nicos place.
I yelled over hey boys, Im gonna grab my snow gear and a drink. You want anything?
Gavin held up his beer bottle showing me he didn't. At the same time hurling a snowball toward me that landed at my feet.
Clutching my work stuff to my chest and trying to get through the path to the house unscathed I screeched playfully.
Once inside I quickly threw on my snow pants and winter coat. Coupled that with a bottle of wine and a plastic cup I headed out to meet the fellas.
The sky had lightened up with the downfall of flakes but still had that glow of fresh white hanging on the trees reflected in the street lights. Sounds were dampened by the thick covering over everything and the air was crisp, cold and clean.
I approached the working men building some sort of hill.
I said, what the hell are you boys building?
Nico popped up from out of sight, its gonna be an igloo lady friend! I used to make these as a kid and we have to get as much snow as we can to make it bigger now that were a bit older. He said with a wink.
Gavin grabbed me around the waist, pulled me close and gave me kiss. The smell of the night air being cool and crisp mixed with his sweaty face and two-day stubble gave me a little stir in my pants I tell you what. That manly musk of sweat from working. Damn it was intoxicating.
I chipped in and started helping haul the snow. We all worked for a couple hours hollowing out the snow mound and smoothing the inside and outside of it to make it into a legitimate igloo. The thing looked truly awesome. We had to crawl on our bellies through a small opening to get in and out of it. Once inside though it was a nice warm little cavern. Domed ceiling and big enough for all of us to sit up on our knees. And it would fit probably 5 adults at one time sitting next to each other comfortably.
Gavin grabbed some Christmas lights and put them into the snow ceiling and hid the cords like a pro. Nico grabbed a few blankets and lined the ground inside so it wasn't bitter cold on our bums. And I grabbed a few candles, more beer and my wine. And we all slithered in to enjoy our igloo on this beautiful night. Theres something cozy about the interior of a small space. Its like making a blanket fort and wrapping yourself up in warmth and curling in with a good book.
Since it was a bit later now and the walks had been cleared for the most part. Families were now indoors warming up and you could see the blue light from televisions splayed across drawn curtains and lights turning off for the night in most homes. Granted, the occasional snow plows scraping streets and a few shovels sliding across sidewalks was audible in the distance. But the snowfall had dampened any sounds in the immediate vicinity. And we had our warm little hovel all to ourselves and our bottles of libations.
The conversation swooned and swayed between talk of our workday, the children, traffic, money, politics, etc. Then as most of our conversations seems to tilt, it all ties in with a bit of spirituality and the gist of why the fuck are we all here on this planet. This organic spaceship called earth. Just floating around in space. All the daily grinds, appointments, going to and fro, whats it all for, you know?
Being a lot tipsy (I'll skip the dainty buffer of reality a bit tipsy), at one bottle deep of red wine I was feeling really pleasantly flush.
