Something magic comes over all who celebrated Boxing Day at the Peacock. Whether from the bathroom intervals or just the spirit of the season, the couples find themselves finishing off the holiday in unique ways.
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At home that evening, as John stands naked at the toilet taking a final pee before bed, Debbie, in the same state of undress, comes up behind him and takes his cock to hold. Whispering in his ear, “This is sexy for some reason. We are going to have to introduce it to the avatar world.”
John laughs, “Baby, any time you want to hold my cock for anything, it is always alright by me. And yes, it was rather fun in front of all those strangers having you stake your claim on my cock. Are you sure there weren’t any others there that you would have preferred?”
“Sweetie, this is the only real meat I ever want, and you know it,” Debbie replies, squeezing John’s cock now that he has finished pissing. Slowly jerking it nice and rhythmically to get it hard. John happily follows Debbie to bed as she leads him by his hard cock. John can see how their night will finish up and grins widely.
Debbie can surprise him so erotically at times, keeping them balanced between the real and the virtual world.
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The cab drops the two couples off at Tim and Abbie’s house. Grace and Sam say their goodnights. Then run down the path in the backyard. Cutting across the alley and into their backyard. Home safe. The grass in the yard is covered with snow from yesterday. Grace stops Sam just short of their back door.
“Grace, what? I really need to pee,” Sam asks her.
She replies with a wicked grin on her face, “I was hoping so. After earlier, there is one thing I always wondered about and wanted to do.” Sam looks at her with a mixture of confusion, uncertainty, and curiosity.
Moving behind him, Grace unzips Sam’s pants and takes his cock and balls out. Holding his penis, she whispers in his ear to go ahead and piss. Then as Sam starts to, Grace waves his cock, as she spells out M-E-R-R-Y. Unfortunately, Grace only gets to the start of another letter when she is laughing so hard, and Sam is out of piss.
As Sam is pushing himself back into his pants, he tells Grace to get the door open, or she is going to see what actual blue balls look like. Grinning wickedly, Sam says. “Perhaps a trip to Grace’s room would be in order.” But he is laughing almost as hard as Grace is.
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Now home, Peter gets a similar treatment to what was administered at the urinal earlier. He stands naked at the toilet before bed, emptying his bladder for the night. He just begins pissing when he feels two pairs of soft hands holding his cock again. All three laugh about the looks Peter got for having two women ‘claim’ him this afternoon.
Sarah comments, “It’s different now, people acknowledging us as a threesome. I know it is atypical, but it just seems right.” Tracy and Peter agree with her, but both are still concerned that she is living in a bubble.
Both know if something happens to their delicate arrangement, either of them will be there for Sarah. If Tracy decides she wants something different, Peter would still be there for Sarah. And if Peter goes roving again, Tracy will be there. The one they can never imagine would be what would happen if Sarah left the two of them. Would they still want to be together? As it seems that would never happen, it is not a possibility they spend thinking about.
Nor did Peter or Tracy ever mention any of this to Sarah. They will go along with this threesome because both love Sarah unconditionally. They care about each other, but as part of the ‘whole’ they have created. But they worry about that ‘whole.’ Not just the risk of either of them walking away, but what the world's acceptance will be.
Sure, at a urinal, in a tolerant gay plus bar, is one thing. But they already know the reaction from Sarah’s family. And how long will she cope without their acceptance of her life?
Alone, Peter and Tracy have talked about this. As much as Tracy loves Sarah, now, as things evolve, she can’t imagine breaking with her. However, if it means resolving things with Sarah’s family, Tracy is willing to back away in the end. Peter tells her not to be hasty but to see what develops. But he too is a bit leery about what the future will hold for them.
Both are a bit angry inside, and they know Sarah is too. Other aspects of the LBGTQ+ community are being accepted and welcomed. But the concept of a trouple, or whatever the correct term being used today is, is being shunned or ignored. They do so want to be accepted for what they want to have for the three of them. But if they don’t have acceptance from outside, how long can they accept themselves?
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Coming home, Mark and Brian are laughing over both Boxing Day hijinks and Christmas dinner with Mark’s family. Mark still is a bit shaken that his sisters and mother had done the deed in their bathroom. Well, at least it was the guest bathroom, which he seldom uses.
Mark is happy that they all have found someone like he has found Brian, and yes, that they all are sexually active. But just as he would not bring that part of his life up in their face, he would rather they didn’t in his. Jessica especially of late. He didn’t need to know all the details of her past.
Mark, learning of Jessica’s wild past, is angry with himself. But, now knowing of the ‘big guy’ who had such an influence on her, and the string of other men, he realizes he should have paid more attention.
Since he was young, he had suspected something was going on with Jessica, just not the details. Mark knew she had snuck out when he was young, but never really put two and two together. She often used his bedroom window to sneak out as it led to the lower roof of the house. She expected him to be asleep when she used his window, but he often heard and saw Jessica leave. For years, he just told himself it was a dream.
Now Jessica is happy with Henry and going to marry him. Mark could not be more pleased. And George, a good man, and his mum’s wedding in less than two weeks. She has never been more content. All the shit his dad used to dump on her is gone, and finally, she is cheerful and exuberant about her life. And Mark is too.
This all runs through Mark's mind in seconds as they pull into the drive. Getting out of the car and heading to the door, Mark grabs Brian and kisses him passionately. Wanting Brian to know how grateful he is for all Mark has done for his family. For his mother and sisters.
So surprised by the kiss, Brian almost tumbles over except for Mark holding him tightly in his arms. They manage to get the door open, and Mark steers him down to the guest bathroom as they continue to kiss.
Brian is a bit surprised by Mark’s choice of venues at the moment. But there in the bathroom, Mark unzips and drops Brian’s pants and underwear, and his following. With one hand, Mark takes hold of Brian’s shaft and leads Brian’s hand to his cock to hold with his other. Then, looking into each other’s eyes, they direct their dicks to piss in unison into the bowl.
When finished, Mark, still holding Brian’s manhood, as Brian’s his, steps out of their pants and shoes as they stare into each other’s eyes. Then, kissing more, they move to the tub's ledge, which is a rather nice place to sit. And there continue to wank each other as they kiss.
This simple act is something from back when teens are starting a courtship and exploring each other. Pleasuring each other in such an uncomplicated way has them more aroused tonight than if they were in bed full-on fucking. So there they sit. Where all three of Mark’s family the day before had sexual release, now having their own.
In such a nice and sweet way, they are pleasuring each other. As they kiss, some long and deep, others pulling back some and grazing each other’s lips as they stare into each other’s eyes. Their hands in unison wanking away at each other’s pricks. Both sighing deeply as they move up the scale higher and higher to the ultimate bursting point of the thermometer.
Mark contemplating what his life might have been if he had comprehended and accepted his sexual leaning back in secondary school. Part of him mentally kicks himself for not acknowledging what he has always been feeling. But Mark knows if his dad had found out, he probably would not be alive now from the beatings he would have received. Mark realizes that all in all, it took finding Brian for him to confront and accept the fact finally. Brian, who offers him so much more than Mark could have ever imagined.
The bathroom does seem to be getting hotter, or at least the two of them are. Rotating between looking into each other’s eyes and using their free arm to hug each other tightly as they kiss, all the time wanking away faster and faster.
As they hug tightly now, both hearts beating so fast, they know they are about to erupt. So together, they tell each other, “Now, baby, now.” And then, stream after stream releases from each onto the other’s stomach.
They love the feel of their cocks side by side as they hug each other. Now with their cum intermingling. They just stay in this position, kissing more and more for a good ten minutes.
When they finally come down from this unique high, laughing, Brian says, “Well, I guess I’m glad your family left a couple of the guest towels for us to use to clean up.” Mark laughs with him. Both grab a towel and carefully wipe the other’s stomach and dick off.
Finished, they head to their bathroom to shower together and then happily to bed.
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After getting home, as they are in the bathroom getting ready for bed, Luke and Mary’s evening is not quite over. In her nightgown, pulled up, Mary is sitting on the toilet, legs spread. Luke is at the sink washing his face, waiting his turn.
“What did it feel like for you having me hold your cock while you peed this afternoon?” Mary asked him.
Luke replied, “It was rather exciting, love.”
“Well, come here. Let’s try something a bit more,” Mary says. Luke walks over to the toilet, and Mary takes his underwear down. Then, holding his cock, she points it at her spread legs, with her other hand spreading her labia. “Go ahead, pee.”
Luke lets loose as he needs to piss. A hard stream comes from him. Mary moves his cock some to adjust it, and the torrent is hitting right on her clit now as she wants. She moans from the feeling and leans back on the toilet.
Luke quickly catches on to what is happening and is sorry he doesn’t have more in him to offer. However, when his piss supply ends, he does reach for the soapy cloth he had in the sink and brings it over to clean and rub Mary’s clit to keep her moaning more and more.
He stops only to rinse the rag and Mary. Then, something he hasn’t done in years, Luke picks Mary up and carries her to bed, “Come on, you naughty bit, I have plans for you,” Luke tells her, dropping her on the bed as she giggles.
“Luke, I did glance around while I was holding you as you pissed at that urinal. You were by far the largest. It made me feel kind of proud,” Mary said. Then Mary feels Luke’s fingers spread her legs. Luke begins to lick and pleasure her as a start to the fun he has planned. She moans. “And probably the best at this too,” she laughs.
Mary leans back to enjoy what Luke is offering her. Something that had been lacking a bit over the years due to the kids and all. Though since the end of summer and their trip to the coast, Luke is so much more attuned to her needs. Mary loves when Luke takes such an initiative to start things. She motions him to wiggle around for her.
Luke gets her meaning and soon is also on the bed with her, both on their sides. One leg thrown over each other’s shoulders; they are in a perfect position to give each other oral pleasure, along with finger play. Mary doesn’t like to refer to it as ‘sixty-nine,’ as that sounds so crude when they are mutually pleasuring each other.
Mary takes Luke’s prick in her hands. Tonight, suddenly, it feels like the very first time she held it so. She remembers back to that night in the back seat of Luke’s father’s car. Parked out of sight by the lake. They had been going out for months and been getting hot and hotter for each other when kissing and petting. That night she had been so bold as to unzip his pants. A boldness like her holding his cock today in front of others.
Perhaps why the memory is coming back. Now holding the hard, throbbing cock and balls in her hands, more than a handful, is so exciting. She is grateful, thinking Luke offers this wonderful instrument to her. Like back so many years ago, Mary begins to wank it while her other hand squeezes and pulls on his balls gently to get them warm and ready.
Meanwhile, Luke licks her pussy, his fingers now up in her vag, twirling around. His lips are on her clit, sucking and teasing it. Mary puts her lips to Luke’s glans, licking the precum from it. Enjoying the taste as she always does.
Mary runs her tongue back and forth across his slit, then takes the head in her mouth to suck it while nibbling at the ridge below. Taking more and more of his shaft in as her one hand is wanking up and down, Mary’s thumb pressing against Luke’s vein at the back of his shaft to stimulate the blood flow even more.
Luke moans as he continues to lick and suck Mary’s clit. Mary moans gutturally. Her mouth is getting fuller as she takes more of Luke’s cock in her mouth. As Mary is pressing more in, Luke begins to back off on her pussy, for now. As Mary takes him all in, he knows she can’t have distractions.
Luke pulls back a bit and twists around, giving Mary a moment to breathe some. Now Mary is between his legs. She looks up at him and smiles as she moves her head down and begins to suck him off more again. She now has three-quarters of his shaft in her mouth. Her hand is still jerking up and down on the bottom of Luke’s shaft. This is an accomplishment in itself, considering Luke’s size. He is always happy, no matter how much Mary takes in.
But Luke knows Mary has this need to take him all in at times, which is a bit of a feat. In the past, Mary has shown her ability to do so. Tonight she is heading towards doing so now. She is pressing down with her mouth more and more. With each stroke, Mary takes another centimeter.
Then, suddenly, they hear a door bang close. Their son and daughter are coming into the house. Mary looks up at him with doe eyes, still holding his cock in her mouth, but frozen.
Luke whispers to her, “Don’t worry, the bedroom door is locked, and anyways, they know not to open our bedroom door when closed. So they are not going to bother us.” The kids yell that they are home, and Luke replies he hoped they had a good time and he and mum are going to bed now.
They hear them heading to their rooms away from theirs, and Mary relaxes and sucks more of Luke in. She chokes a bit from time to time but does get him all in to suck in and out. Luke moans over and over, and his whole body shudders.
“Mary, get up on me. I don’t think I can hold back long,” Luke tells her. As suggested, Mary moves up, saddling Luke, and slides down on his hard ten-inch awaiting cock. Her juices flow from Luke’s earlier attention and her reaction to sucking him off. It is all the lube needed to grease her vag.
She rides Luke fast and hard, moaning and groaning, but keeping a hand over her mouth, with an end of the sheet to bite down on so as not to be too loud for the kids to hear. Luke, too, uses an edge of a pillow to stifle his cries of emotions as his quivering cock feels Mary’s vag clamp against him with each thrust.
His mind now goes back to the first time they had moved on to having full-on sex. When he had put his cock into Mary’s vagina for the first time and felt her warm and welcoming sides holding him tightly as he thrust against her, he knew he was home. They both were virgins, but from that moment on, he knew he did not need to do any comparison shopping. Mary was the only one he ever wanted to be with.
This evening, Luke and Mary are biting down on things to keep their children from knowing what is happening behind their bedroom door. Luke and Mary talk with their children about how sex can be an enjoyable experience, but tonight is not the time to also explain their parents enjoy sex with each other so much.
Luke stares into Mary’s eyes with all the love he feels for her as she rides him. She looks back with wonderment and equal love. At that moment, both let out a smothered scream as they cum together.
Mary is frozen for a few moments as she feels Luke’s cum spewing up in her. She clenches against his cock as its size diminishes some. Finally, Mary lets go of the sheet and falls down on Luke’s chest. She rolls off to his side, his arms around Mary and her head on Luke’s chest.
Luke holds her tight in his arms as they both breathe deep breaths to recover. Luke’s cock, wet with a mixture of his cum and Mary’s juices, runs down his shaft and over his balls and asshole, making a wet spot on the bed, but he does not care.
On her side in Luke’s arms, Mary feels Luke’s cum and her juices dripping out of her down her thighs and leaving another wet spot, but again, who cares? The two rest for a bit but not sleeping yet.
After a bit, they talk softly, just as their conversation seems to warrant. Mary mentions remembering the first time in the back seat and Luke the other first time. Then, laughing, they talk about both. Finally, they bring up details about how each felt and what they remember of the occasions.
It is the first time they have talked about those times in probably sixteen or seventeen years. Tonight, quietly in each other's arms, they learn about what each thought and felt back then. Luke tells Mary about how he knew from their first time that she was the only one he ever wanted to be with. Learning this after all these years is overwhelming for Mary.
Mary starts crying, so filled with emotion. To now know this is astounding. Luke, unsure why Mary is crying, hugs her tight. Mary says in a muffled voice, “Luke, do you still feel that way?”
Luke laughs and replies, “How could you think otherwise? Especially after your performance today? Mary, no one could ever compare to you for me.” As he says this, he pulls Mary back from him to look her in the eyes and then kisses her.
Mary knows that as much as she has felt her life has been rather humdrum these past fifteen years, it has been a perfect life with Luke. Yes, there were trials raising children, and Luke having to work so hard to provide for them, but they were minor things compared to the love she and Luke have shared, and now sharing even more.
Mary hugs Luke again and settles in his arms. The two now fall asleep. Both feel like they know and love each other even more than they have ever before.
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While Abbie and Tim had done the urinal claiming before, it was just to help their friends along today. Both do still get a kick out of it. Abbie showing others, often strangers even, that Tim is hers and hers alone.
At times, Tim thinks he would like to show that with Abbie, but that would be out of character in too many ways. But tonight at home is different.
After both get undressed and ready for bed, when Abbie moves towards the toilet for the last piss for the night, she feels Tim come up behind her. “It's my turn to claim my mate,” Tim tells her as he takes her prick, such as it is, in his hand to hold and aims it as he stands behind Abbie.
“Baby, let’s do this together. It will be even better,” Abbie suggests as she moves her arm behind her to bring Tim to stand beside her at the toilet. Next to each other, she takes hold of his cock. Then, both holding each other’s shafts tightly aim for the bowl, and each starts pissing. In a way, this is a much better statement to be making; just them alone, symbolizing that they are each other's.
They both have a long stream in them due to all they took in during the afternoon as Tim and Abbie relieve themselves. They have fun moving their aim around a bit to hit the same spot, resulting in their glans touching together. Rubbing their cocks together, up and down, as they do.
Such play starts to arouse them. Even after the peeing subsides, Abbie and Tim continue to hold and stroke each other’s cocks as they grow in size. Well, Tim’s does the more growing. Then, smiling at each other, it is a quick leap to the bed where fun and games continue into the night.
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Matt and Martha’s bathroom scene starts much the same, recreating the unisex bathroom event this afternoon. Afterward, Martha sits on the side of the tub and gets out the equipment to pump her breasts of the alcohol-filled milk from today. Of course, she will tomorrow morning too. But she made sure there was enough good milk bottled in advance.
As she starts to put the pump in place to begin, Matt watching, meekly says, “Martha, let me, please.” She looks at him questionably. “Let me suck you for the milk. I would love to know what it tastes like, even with a little liquor. I know it is strange, but I am just curious.”
Martha looks at Matt for a moment and then nods for him to come to her. She hates pumping her breasts, so maybe Matt sucking them would be a better option than this contraption. Kneeling on the floor in front of her, Matt put one hand behind Martha’s back to hold her sitting on the tub edge. He leans into her voluptuous breast and takes hold of her nipple. His other hand is gently holding and massaging her boob.
Matt sucks lightly at first, unsure how to, and does not want to hurt Martha. She holds his head with her hands and softly strokes his head. “That’s okay, honey, suck just a little harder, and just be careful of your teeth,” Martha murmurs to him.
Tentatively, Matt sucks more vigorously, and he is rewarded with the first mouthful of Martha’s milk. It is sweet as honey in his mouth. Well, not all honey, but lovely sweet nectar. He swallows it with glee and sucks more for the next mouthful.
Martha moans, feeling him taking in her milk and emptying her full breasts. They had needed to be empty for hours now. Martha realizes that Matt is an excellent substitution for Timara. Yes, his mouth is larger, and it is a bit strange feeling him take in her milk, but it feels so much better than having the breast pump suck it out of her.
As Matt sucks more and more on Martha’s tit, she begins to moan more and more. Something she does not do when Timara is nursing. This is so different from that. While Matt empties her breasts as they need to be, it becomes a sexual act between them. Matt’s hand moves from kneading her breast to rubbing her clit as he nurses. Martha feels tingles through her whole body as he suckles her.
Midway through, Matt pulls away from her and stands. He lifts Martha in his arms and carries her to bed. Matt lays Martha on her side, and he lies beside her to continue to suck on her other breast to empty it. As he does, he continues to rub her clit. Martha finds his cock to wank at the same time.
The whole experience takes on a new level which is stirring for both of them. When Martha’s breasts are drained, the two move on to something different. Martha rolling on her back, legs raise as Matt kneels between them. Her legs are now over his shoulders as he guides his very hard cock into her.
Her clit, tender from Matt’s earlier treatment, is ripe for any attention. A nice rhythm begins with Matt pushing his throbbing cock up into Martha’s now shuddering vag. Martha clenching against him with each thrust. Both are giving off guttural moans expressing their enjoyment; each moving fast to climax, building from the strange experience of Matt nursing from Martha.
Both realize they enjoy the experience in each their own way. Feeling it offers a new intimacy to them than ever before. It is something which can’t be explained, even to each other. If Matt's nursing on Martha’s breasts leads to such an exquisite sexual release to follow, it is worth doing it again.
As the climax for Matt and Martha is reaching its peak, together they cry out, clinging to each other tightly as they do. They come as one. Matt’s cum fills Martha, mixing with her juices to seep out of her, dripping down out, pooling beneath them on the bed.
Matt, once they recovered, hurried to grab a towel to cover the mess for the night so neither had to sleep in the wet spot.
Pulling Martha to him, he whispers to her, “Thank you, honey, for the experience. I hope you didn’t think it was too strange for me to ask or do. It was amazing, and I would be willing to again, whenever you need or want me to. Especially after we’ve been out having some drinks to taint your milk.”
Martha giggles back, “Matt, it wasn’t too weird or anything. Actually, in the morning you should probably help me again as there will still be remains of the alcohol in the milk. You did a wonderful job of suckling the milk from me. I am worried about one thing. I think you need to burp, or I need to help you as I do to Timara. After nursing, you might feel sick from all my milk.”
Matt laughs a little but does feel his stomach gurgling some. He gets up and goes to the bathroom. After a few burps, he lets out some of the milk and feels better.
Back in bed, he tells a groggy Martha, “Yes, perhaps a bit of a burping after nursing would be helpful.” She just pulls Matt to her to hug and holds him as they fall asleep until morning – and a second nursing opportunity for Matt.
