Chapter 5

Wait,” Ethan said. “What is this?”

“She’s my wife,” Greg said. “My second wife.”

“Yeah, I’m not getting drawn into your games again, Greg,” Ethan said.

“I should go.”

“What are you talking about?” Willow asked. “What’s he talking about, Greg?”

“Beth sleeping with me was his idea in the first place,” Ethan explained. “Some kind of hotwife kink. He couldn’t handle it because he thought she liked me better, so he asked for a divorce.”

“What?” Willow said. “She didn’t leave you?”

“No,” Greg said, looking away. “But that doesn’t change anything. He still stole her from me. I just made it official.”

Willow got up on her knees and crawled to Ethan. She was aware of Greg’s intense stare but ignored it.

“Please, Ethan,” Willow said in her best pouty voice. “All I want for Christmas is to come, and no one’s made that happen yet.”

“Not even your husband?” Ethan asked.

“Especially not him,” Willow said. “Not today, and not for a long time.” “Willow, stop this,” Greg pleaded.

“That’s a damn shame,” Ethan said, reaching down to touch Willow’s chin. The fact that his fingers were being smeared with the cum of who knows how many men didn’t seem to bother him and turned Willow on even more.

“Ethan, take your hands off my wife,” Greg said.

“Your wife looks like she has a different request,” Ethan said, continuing to stare at Willow.

“Maybe you should go find Beth, dear,” Willow said. “I’m sure she’s in the mall somewhere.”

“She was taking the kids to get something to eat,” Ethan said to Greg. “Try the food court.”

“You bastard,” Greg said.

Willow tugged at Ethan’s belt. “C’mere,” she said, moving backward and pulling Ethan with her by his belt.

“This isn’t happening,” Greg said.

“Oh, it’s happening,” Willow said. “You can either watch quietly-- which, apparently, is your thing so maybe just go with it--or we can call security to have you removed.”

She undid Ethan’s belt buckle and unbuttoned his jeans, maintaining eye contact with her husband while she did. When Ethan unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a hairy, muscular chest, Willow turned her attention entirely to him.

Discarding his shirt, Ethan kicked off his shoes and slid his pants down. His cock, hard and thick and veiny, was aimed directly at Willow.

“Fuck,” Greg said as Willow engulfed Ethan’s cock with her mouth. “Oh, we’ll get to that,” Ethan said, gasping as Willow sucked him. Willow reached around and grabbed Ethan’s bare ass cheeks, pulling him to her as she blew him. She gagged a little when he went into her throat, but his moaning urged her on. Saliva poured out of her mouth as the smacking sounds of her work filled the room, and delicious precum from Ethan filled her mouth.

“Your second wife is an excellent cocksucker, Greg,” Ethan said. “Much better than the first one.”

Willow giggled and Greg groaned. For once, she didn’t mind being compared to Beth.

“That’s enough,” Ethan said. “Time to take care of you.”

Ethan pulled his cock out of her mouth. Willow protested when he did, but a moment later, he knelt down and gently pushed at her shoulder, urging her to lie down. She did so on the ruins of the big Christmas gift box. She could feel cooling and dried cum from her previous adventures wherever her skin touched the pillows amid the cardboard.

Ethan spread Willow’s legs apart. She gasped when he ran each of his hands up the inside of her thighs, starting at her knees and ending up at her well-used cunt. He roughly massaged her swollen lower lips with the fingers of both hands.

“Ohmygod,” Willow moaned, barely coherent. “I’ve been so close all day...”

“Let’s get you there,” Ethan said. “I don’t come until you do.”

His voice was so sincere, the words so selfless, she almost came right then. Her pleasure built and built as he slipped a finger inside her, then another, and another. One finger went to her asshole, easily penetrating it thanks to the lube and the remaining cum from Greg. She writhed on the floor as Ethan fucked her pussy and ass with his fingers under the watchful eye of her husband.

“Come for me, Willow,” Ethan said, slowing down and rubbing against her clit.

Willow looked at Greg, who was rubbing his crotch through his Santa suit.

“It feels so good, honey,” she told her husband. “Better than anything you’ve ever done to me.”

Her own words, and the look on Greg’s face, sent her over the edge. She screamed, a long and loud bellowing that would sound like she was in pain to anyone not privy to her current circumstance.

Pain was the furthest thing from her mind.

Willow shook as her orgasm overtook her, drowning her in wave after wave of rapture. She raised up her hips, pressing against Ethan’s hands until a second orgasm began before the first one had completely subsided.

Her eyes were locked on her husband’s the entire time. Greg’s face was a mixture of excitement, regret, and longing.

Finally, the main event was over. Ethan didn’t remove his fingers from her, continuing to massage her pussy lips as electric shockwaves from her climaxes made their way to her fingers and toes. Her body twitched involuntarily when Ethan finally stopped.

“Good?” he asked.

“Very,” she said, overwhelmed by the sweet concern of such a simple question. “Your turn.”

“If you insist,” Ethan said.

He fucked her then, alternating between slow, sensual thrusts and intense, violent hammering. She knew it was too much to hope that she might have a third orgasm, but she hoped for it anyway, wrapping her legs around Ethan’s hips as she got closer and closer to that impossible goal.

Greg knelt next to her face, his cock hard again and in his right hand. She knew what he wanted--her mouth--but she didn’t give it to him.

She came again, impossibly, moments before Ethan filled her with his seed. Greg came at more or less the same time as the man who’d now fucked both of his wives.

Time lost all meaning, her latest orgasm lasting forever as the warmth from Ethan’s explosion spread throughout her body in neverending waves. Willow turned toward Greg’s cock as he sprayed her with his cum, and the painting of her face seemed to happen in slow motion so that the warm, white bursts looked to her like snowfall.

Outside the room, on the overhead mall speakers, that goddamn Mariah Carey song gave way to Burl Ives.