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  “You ready to shop till’ we drop?”

  He laughed. “Is that what we’re doing?”

  “Well, at least until I have what I need for tonight,” she said.

  “And that’s…”

  “An outfit. For Connor.”

  Jason smirked down at her approvingly. “And I assume you already have an outfit for me?”

  “Of course, silly. It’s Christmas. Everyone gets a gift!”

  They walked a little more, admiring the decorations. The mall was Christmasy, but not overly so.

  “I’m pretty sure I’ve gotten the greatest gift of all already,” he admitted.

  “And what’s that?”

  “Being invited here, with you guys.” He gestured around with his free hand. “In paradise.”

  Amanda sighed and leaned into his arm. “Awww. You’re sweet.”

  “You and Connor have been generous,” he said in response. “I want you to know how grateful I am. Sharing your honeymoon has been amazing.”

  Amanda took his hand and planted it firmly on her ass. “That’s not all you’ve shared,” she smirked back at him.

  The comment actually made Jason blush. “No,” he chuckled. “I guess not.”

  They passed a dozen different stores on both sides of the mall. Amanda was getting a little worried… that maybe she wouldn’t find what she was looking for. But then she saw it — tucked into the far corner of the right-hand side, a tiny lingerie shop.

  “Ah…” Jason chuckled. “You wanted to come here. Why didn’t you just say so?”

  Amanda’s eyebrows came together. “You know this place?”

  “Oh yeah.”

  She stopped before the window. Two mannequins were dressed provocatively, garters, stockings and all. One of them wore a studded leather hat. The other held some sort of flogger, or whip.

  “This isn’t a lingerie shop. It’s more of a—”

  “Sex shop?”

  “Yeah.”

  Her heart started beating just a little bit faster. It seemed strange that a shop like this would be in such an adorable little mall. Then again…

  A grim realization dawned over Amanda. One that made her instantly hot.

  “This is the place you bought all that stuff to dominate me…”

  Jason stared back at her and nodded. “Uh huh.”

  “The blindfold. The handcuffs. And the— the—”

  “Remote control egg?”

  “Yes,” she said, turning a bright shade of red. “That.”

  Jason laughed as he squeezed her hand. “Come on,” he said, leading her inside. “I’ll show you around.”

  Five

  The first half of the sex shop was fairly tame. There were cute lingerie sets, furry handcuffs, sex games, gag gifts.

  “This might be interesting,” smiled Jason. He held up a board game in a big red and pink box called HALL PASS.

  “You want to play a game with me?” Amanda teased.

  “Well, yeah. Who wouldn’t?”

  She stood on her tiptoes so she could reach his ear. Amanda was very aware that her skirt was riding up to the bottom of her rounded ass.

  “Lover,” she whispered hotly, “you don’t need to win any games to have me.”

  Jason stiffened a bit, then chuckled. After checking over her shoulder, she took his hand and slid it between her legs.

  “You get to take me anytime you want…”

  It made her hot, turning him on like this. By now she’d been with Jason enough times to know what did it for him. She knew that glazed look in his eyes, too.

  “Come on,” Amanda said, pulling him deeper into the shop. “I need an outfit for Connor, and it needs to be dirty…”

  In the end she settled on a red bra and matching thong panties, with red garter belts and thigh-high stockings. As she looked for other accessories, Jason pulled a bright red Santa hat down over her head.

  “There,” he said. “Perfect.”

  Amanda giggled. He had no idea his best friend had done almost the same exact thing.

  “You can be one of Santa’s naughty little helpers,” he grinned.

  “Oh yeah?” Amanda asked. She adjusted the hat in the nearest mirror. “And what does a naughty helper do at the North pole?”

  “Takes care of Santa when Mrs. Claus isn’t around?” Jason shrugged. “Blows the elves? Who knows?”

  “Probably all of that,” Amanda winked.

  “Probably.”

  At the back end of the store Amanda found what she was looking for — a small changing room. A sign on the door read: All underwear tried on MUST be purchased!

  She headed straight for it, pulling Jason along.

  “Uh, do you really need to try that on?” he asked.

  “No,” she replied.

  “Because as someone fairly familiar with your delectable body… I’d have to say it’s going to fit you perfectly.”

  “Oh, it is,” Amanda agreed. “But there’s something else I need to try on to make sure it fits.”

  Jason looked confused. She wasn’t holding anything else. “And what’s that?”

  They reached the door. Amanda checked behind them one last time, then shoved Jason through. She jumped in, locked themselves inside, and deftly slid her hand down the front of his pants.

  “This.”

  Six

  They kissed hotly in the dim little changing room, their tongues swirling like teenagers in the semi-darkness.

  Look at yourself, a little voice went off in her head. You’re insatiable.

  The word fit. She could admit that now. A few days ago when Amanda was still struggling to rationalize her new sexual awakening, she might’ve thought the word a bit harsh. But not now. Not after the things she’d done to her two ‘husbands’…

  … not to mention all the things they’d done to her.

  In short, she wanted it. All of it. Every last wanton feeling that twisted in the pit of her stomach as she stood here making out with one of their best friends — not to mention the best man from her wedding — all with Connor’s blessing. Having the both of them in her life had been more than just great sex — it came with a companionship and camaraderie that went beyond anything Amanda had experienced or even heard of before. The three of them loved each other — Connor and Jason as best friends, she and the both of them as friends plus more. Their history together had enhanced their intimacy, all without jealousy, creating a super-relationship Amanda found herself loathing to leave when their honeymoon would finally be over.

  She pushed her lover against the wall now, rubbing herself all over him. Jason was hard in less than a minute.

  Yeah, she was definitely loving her newfound freedoms.

  “It occurred to me,” she said, unzipping him and pulling his cock out, “that you called ‘tails’.”

  Amanda turned around, hiked up her skirt, and rolled her panties down her thighs. She was still wet from blowing Connor, and making out with Jason had further drenched her pussy.

  She backed up into him. Felt the warmth of his cock pressing up against her bare asscheeks.

  “You want in on some of this?” she teased, wriggling back against him.

  Jason responded by grabbing his cock and rubbing it through her hot, wet furrow. After three of four passes he pressed the head straight up against the entrance to her pussy.

  “Fuck yes.”

  Amanda bet her lip and groaned as he entered her. Jason’s strong hands went to her hips, pulling her into him. In the span of a single, glorious stroke, his big cock was buried all the way up inside her.

  “Oh God, Jason…”

  She closed her eyes, wishing she could’ve seen his face as well.

  Amanda braced her hands against the opposite wall and bent all the way over for him. There wasn’t much space to work with, but by the way Jason was pumping slowly in and out of her? He was making do just fine.

  “Jesus,” he swore, grinding into her. “I swear to God. Your pussy…”


  If there was an end to his sentence, Amanda never heard it. Jason’s words trailed off as his fingers gripped her harder. His arms went tight as he held her steady, driving himself faster and faster into her body.

  I can’t imagine not doing this, she thought to herself forlornly. To losing this aspect of our friendship…

  Of course she knew the honeymoon would end. They’d all go home; she and Connor to their apartment, Jason to his place clear across the country. He’d come to visit, of course. They’d probably even do this. But no matter how often he came, it wouldn’t be enough. Not after this week. Not after being this spoiled in paradise.

  “You did this with Connor too, didn’t you?” Jason grunted. He was starting to feel really good.

  “Would it turn you on if I did?”

  “Shit yeah.”

  “Well I didn’t,” she admitted. “Remember, he flipped heads.”

  Jason laughed, and the laughter vibrated his cock inside her. He kept on fucking her, gliding in and out with long, deep strokes.

  “And does that mean what I think it means?”

  “Of course,” Amanda smiled, looking over her shoulder.

  Jason’s face was a mask of pure pleasure. He looked exceptionally handsome like this. Most beautiful. His eyes had closed, and Amanda found herself wondering what he was thinking.

  I wonder if he’ll miss this as much as I will?

  He thrusted hard at the end of her thought, punctuating the question with an almost ‘yes’ answer. Amanda grinned. More than once this trip the three of them had finished each other’s sentences. They were vibing so well it was like each knew what the other two were thinking.

  “You want it inside you?” Jason whispered from behind her.

  “Yes please.”

  “Tell me.”

  “Come inside me Jason.”

  He did… almost immediately. Jason’s cock thumped upwards, hard, as her sugary-sweet words triggered his orgasm. Then he unloaded inside her.

  “OHHH FUCKKKK…”

  His arms and fingers locked her in place as he continued coming and coming, filling her pussy, dominating her with a strength that was as alarming as it was arousing. Amanda moaned, giving herself over to him. Reveling in the knowledge she’d just fucked the best man at her wedding in the tiny back room of some random sex shop… and taken his full load of come inside her.

  Finally he let go, and Amanda stood up. A gob of semen slipped from her pussy, falling right into the crotch of her panties. She rolled them back up from where they were, somewhere down near her knees, and felt the dampness between her legs. It was warm. Sticky. It would make her walk out of the mall a very wet one, all the way home, all the way back to their private little beachfront pavilion.

  Jason zipped up more slowly, his face plastered with a dreamy smile.

  “Thanks for that,” he said. “It hit the spot.”

  “Happy to serve,” said Amanda, giving him a cute little curtsy. “Now let’s check out the front counter. I saw something else I want for Connor’s outfit…”

  Seven

  The ride back to their pavilion was a fun one. They stopped to pick up some fresh fruit at a roadside stand, and a loaf of fresh-baked banana bread that was still warm in the foil. Amanda had to resist the temptation to eat some of it on the spot.

  “We staying in tonight?” Connor asked. “There’s a Christmas festival in the center of town, going all the way past midnight.”

  “We’re staying in for a least some of the night,” Amanda told him. “But after we’re done…” she laid a hand on each of their shoulders from the back seat. “Or should I say, after you’re done…” she added mischievously, “we can check out the second half of the festival later.”

  Amanda leapt from the jeep the moment they arrived and ran straight for the shower. She wanted to be clean, freshly-shaved, sweet-smelling and beautiful. She also wanted to feel sexy. Sexier than ever.

  The steaming hot water felt amazing as it cascaded down her neck and shoulders. It ran in hot rivers down the small of her back. Forked like little snakes over the curve of her ass…

  Naughty and Nice…

  Amanda let her mind wander as she rubbed first shampoo, then conditioner though her long blonde hair. Who’d go first? Which would be better?

  Nice has to be first, she thought to herself. That way Naughty is all the more… Naughtier.

  Amanda chuckled as she reached for the razor. Was that even a word? Who cared. She knew what she meant.

  Showering took more than twenty minutes, almost even a half-hour. When she was finished she dried off, smoothed coconut-infused oil all over her skin, and then began blowing out her hair. The ‘Nice’ part of her outfit needed to look presentable. No, more than presentable. She needed to look… sweet? Virginal?

  Once again she laughed at herself. Both men were going to have fun. Lots of fun. So was she.

  When she was finished she threw on any old pair of shorts and a T-shirt and headed out to find her men. She located them on the back deck, laughing about something funny that was probably only familiar to them.

  “How’s it going?”

  They turned to her and smiled, looking Amanda up and down. Off in the distance, small waves lapped their private beach with a soothing white noise. Everything was peaceful. Serene.

  “You ready?” Amanda asked.

  “Who exactly are you talking to?” Connor laughed. “From what I understand—”

  She responded by taking his hand. Amanda led him over to the hot tub, stripped him down, and ushered him beneath the swirling, steaming waters. It would be dark soon. Maybe in a matter of minutes.

  “You,” she said, kissing her husband sweetly, “are to relax.” Flipping open the cooler next to the tub, she pulled out a cold beer. She even spun the cap off in her opposite hand before handing it over to Connor.

  “Wow,” he said. “Royal treatment.”

  “You’ll get the royal treatment later,” Amanda promised him. “Right now you’re going to enjoy the sunset in this hot tub, sipping on a cold beer, looking out over paradise…” she paused dramatically for effect, “while I take your best friend into the other bedroom and fuck the absolute daylights out of him.”

  Both of Connor’s eyebrows went up. One corner of his mouth curled into a smirk.

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  He shrugged, then tipped his beer back and took a long pull. His feet went up on the other side of the tub as he settled into one of the softer back cushions.

  “Merry Christmas brother,” he laughed, tipping his beer toward Jason.

  Jason smiled weakly in response as Amanda led him into the pavilion.

  “You all set?”

  “I guess so,” came Jason’s reply. It floated in from the second bedroom. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

  “Good.”

  Amanda glided into the room, looking as pure and white and innocent as she thought she could. She was dressed in her white bra and panties, trimmed out in Christmas green lace. Her long legs were sleeved in pure white stockings, trimmed with more lace that wrapped tantalizingly around her delectable thighs.

  But it was the green Santa hat, secured squarely on her head, that made Jason laugh.

  “I knew you were one of Santa’s slutty helpers!” he exclaimed.

  Amanda took two steps toward him and shook her head. “Nuh-uh,” she said, trying her best to look offended. She hooked a single finger between her painted lips. “I’m a good girl.”

  Jason chuckled. “Oh really?”

  “Yes,” she said innocently. “Really.”

  He patted the bed. Amanda shook her head some more.

  “So you don’t want to join me?”

  “Well… I really don’t think I should,” she said contemplatively.

  “And why not?”

  “Because I might be tempted.”

  Jason stood up and approached her. Amanda pretended to flinch innocently as he slid his ar
ms around her waist and pulled her against him.

  “And what’s wrong with temptation?”

  Amanda shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m… I’m a good girl.”

  “Good at what?”

  She pouted. Shrugged some more.

  Jason’s hand slid downward, over her warm, naked ass. He gave it a good hard squeeze.

  “Why don’t we find out?”

  Eight

  Sixty-nine had always been one of Amanda’s favorite sexual positions. Maybe recently, in all the wedding and post-wedding craziness, she’d forgotten. But right now, as she ground her panty-covered pussy into Jason’s mouth, while slowly lowering her lips over his throbbing cock?

  It all come rushing back to her.

  “I… I really shouldn’t be doing this,” she protested. She made her breath intentionally hot as her lips brushed the silky head. “Like I said, I’m a good girl.”

  “Even good girls need to start somewhere,” Jason mumbled into her. Her pure white panties were drenched now, both from being super turned on and from Jason eating her out through the fabric. “It’s only a dick, baby. It won’t bite you.”

  Amanda chuckled inwardly as she pretended to be apprehensive. In reality, she wanted more than anything to swallow him whole.

  “You’ll tell me before you come, right?” she asked sweetly. “So I can take my mouth away?”

  “Fuck no,” Jason laughed, and she had to laugh with him. “Shooting in a girl’s mouth is the best part.”

  Amanda finally relented, blowing him with the same apprehension and uncertainty she imagined she’d had when giving her first blowjob. She dragged her tongue clumsily along his shaft. Kissed the head, ever so lightly.

  “Like this?”

  A hand grabbed the back of her head. He pushed her down, the little pom-pom from her Santa hat dangling against her face as her throat was filled with warm, hard cock.

  “More like this,” he said. “And hey, don’t be afraid to go after the balls too. Guys love it when you touch the balls. There’s no reason to shy.”

  She giggled, and he heard her giggle, and it made him giggle back. The whole thing was stupid. Stupid but fun and—