I’m living the life.

Money in my bank account, the house of my dreams and, most important of all, two handsome men that love me to death. Yeah, you can be a bit jealous, I understand.

Smiling at them, I just wait as Madden closes the distance between me and him and pins me against the fridge, the cold surface against my back making my skin prickle. He runs his hands down to my waist, his fingers exploring every curve of my body, and then he leans in and brings his lips to mine.

Opening my mouth, I surrender to his tender kiss, pushing my tongue past his lips. At the same time, Tristan comes up to me and, leaning against the fridge, he brings his mouth down to my neck and kisses my skin softly.

I bring my hands up and tangle them on their hair, dishevelling it as I feel desire welling up inside of me, my pussy growing wet with each passing second. Really, it’s all it takes - one kiss and I’m ready to go. Ever since I’ve fallen into their spell that it’s been like this; in fact, forget about kisses and seduction - all it takes is being close to them for my pussy to be ready to go.

Yanking on Madden’s hair, I start kissing him with renewed intensity, my tongue wrestling against his as I hold his head in place. With my heart thumping like a war drum, I then let go of his hair and run my hand down his body, taking it straight to his crotch. Curling my fingers around the thick shape tenting his pants, I give it one hard squeeze and then pull back from his kiss.

“Let’s get this party started, shall we?” I purr, looking from Madden to Tristan as a wicked grin takes over my lips. Taking both my hands to Madden’s chest, I push him back and then walk past them, walking toward the granite countertop. Turning around so that I’m facing them, I jump and sit up on the counter, and then I raise my hand and make a ‘come and get me’ motion with my index finger. As if they’re hypnotized, they walk after me and lean against the counter, Tristan on my left side and Madden on the right.

I throw my head back, smiling, and they bring their mouths to my neck, gently kissing it as their fingers move up my arms. Grabbing at the straps of my dress, they push it down my arms, and I feel the fabric drooping over my chest to reveal a glimpse of my lace bra.

They keep on pushing at the dress, bringing it down to my waist, and then I lift my ass from the counter so that they can bring it all the way down my legs. When I sit back down on the counter, I’m only wearing my La Pearla lingerie and high heels, my thong so drenched that it’s already sticking to my skin.

“Could you be any more fucking beautiful?” Madden asks me, that delicious grin lighting up his face. He tucks one lock of hair over my ear, and then rests his index finger on my belly, slowly sliding it up to my cleavage. There, he traces the contour of my bra with his fingertip, taking it all the way around my body and only stopping when he finds the clasp between my shoulderblades. With a flick of his fingers, he unclasps my bra and I feel the cups drooping over my breasts.

“Nah, she’s already perfect,” Tristan replies to Madden, his fingers tracing the contour of the cups covering my breasts. As he does it, the cups droop even more and my left nipple pops out; mimicking Tristan, Madden does the same on my right breast and frees my nipple.

“You keep saying things like that, I might have to reward you,” I laugh, my heart tightening up as they brush their fingertips over my hard nipples. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel their touch on my rosy tips, and my mouth dries up with anticipation.

“Being here with you is the only reward we want,” Tristan whispers and then, softly digging his fingers into my breast and squeezing it, he parts his lips and takes them to my nipple. I bite down on my lower lip as I watch him close the distance between his mouth and my breast, and I close my eyes right before he makes contact.

Wrapping his lips around my left nipple, he takes into his mouth and runs his tongue around it, his movements slow but precise. “Oh, God,” I moan as I feel Madden’s lips around my right nipple, both men licking and sucking at my sensitive tips.

As they do it, Madden places one hand on my knee and brings it up my leg a few inches. He holds it there for a few seconds and then, sliding his hand fast, he brings his fingers all the way up to my inner thigh. He doesn’t go for my pussy right away - instead, he strokes the tender skin on my inner thighs with his fingertips, teasing me and making me even more wet.

“Let’s get this out of the way,” Tristan whispers as he pulls back from my nipple; hooking his fingers on the left cup of my bra, he yanks it off me and then lets it fall to the floor at his feet. Looking at me as if I were the last woman on Earth, he caresses my breast softly, and I can’t help but notice his cock becoming even harder as he plays with my nipple.

And you know I can’t resist a cock as hard as his.

My hand darts to his crotch and I flatten it against his bulging shape, rubbing it over the tented up fabric of his pants. I do the same with Madden, taking both their cocks in my hand, and I hold my breath as Madden finally starts brushing his fingers against my groin, tracing the contour of my thong.

“Oh, come on, don’t torture me,” I protest against his teasing and, before I can restrain myself, I let go of his cock and curl my fingers around his wrist. Pulling his hand against me, I force him to cup my pussy and only then do I peel my fingers off his wrist. Throwing my head back, I let a heavy sigh roll out from between my lips and I can’t help but sway my hips, rocking my pussy against the palm of his hand.

“You’re in a hurry, aren’t you?” Tristan laughs but, at the same time, he allows his hand to slide down from my breast. He takes it to my outer thigh and, hooking his thumb on the string of fabric that laces my waist, he pulls on it so hard that he rips my thong apart. Yanking on my torn underwear, he pulls it off my body and I moan as I feel the fabric sliding over my skin.

Now completely naked, I can’t help but surrender to the base instinct commanding my brain right now. Curling my fingers around Tristan’s wrist again, I force him press his hand harder against my pussy; taking the hint, he rests his thumb over my clit while, at the same time, he slowly slides his index finger inside my pussy. He curls it upward, bringing it straight up to my G-spot, and holds it there. Pressing hard against that sensitive pleasure center, he then slides one more finger inside me and my insides feel as if they’re on fire.

“That’s… so… fucking… good…” I manage to say between breaths, my mind slowly spinning out of control. Taking one hand to Tristan’s chest, I grab the collar of his shirt and pull on it as hard as I can, a desperate urge to see his naked chest taking over me. I hear the sound of ripping fabric and the buttons pop out one after the other in fast sequence, jumping down to the tiled floor of our kitchen. Running my fingers over the grooves between his abs, I grit my teeth as Madden starts flicking his wrist, his fingers sliding in and out of my pussy with the steady perfection of a well-oiled piston.

“I know it’s good,” Madden whispers into my ear, his words loaded with seductive lust, “and it’s about to get better.” With that, he starts rubbing his thumb against my clit, stroking at a matching rhythm to the fingers he has sliding in and out of me.

“Oh, God,” I moan through my gritted teeth, the hand I had over Tristan’s abs now going down to meet his belt. Using my trembling fingers, I somehow manage to unbuckle it and then start tugging at the belt, pulling it out from its loop with erratic movements. The moment I pull the belt off, I throw it to the floor and then unbutton his pants, pushing his zipper down with a kind of desperate hurry.

“I’m not going anywhere, you know?” Tristan laughs, allowing his pants to fall down to his knees, his cock throbbing against my fingers as I curl them around his shaft over his boxers.

“I know… But I want your cocks right now,” I say, the tone of my voice making my words sound more like a growl than anything else. Jesus, I never thought that christening a kitchen could be this fun.

“Right now?” Madden teases me, pressing so hard against my G-spot that I see all black for a few seconds. Oh, he really knows how to handle me.

“Well, I can wait a bit,” I say, feeling out of breath as he resumes his fingering, doing it so fast and viciously that it feels like blue hot flames are spreading from my pussy and engulfing my whole body.

I don’t know how I do it, but somehow I manage to put my hand to work and, as Madden fingers me, I stroke Tristan over his boxer briefs with erratic movements. It doesn’t take long for that familiar pressure to start building up inside me, and my movements become more erratic than ever. Finally, no longer able to coordinate my body, I just let go of him and throw myself back over the counter, remaining propped up on my elbows.

Closing my eyes and gritting my teeth, I let that pressure grow until it becomes almost unbearable. My pussy lips tighten up around Madden’s fingers and, next thing I know, I’m screaming like a banshee. Every single muscle in my body seems to be twitching, and a high voltage current is electrifying my pussy. Even my hands have turned into fists, my fingernails digging deep into my skin.

And this is just the appetizer.

“Okay… Okay…” I breath out as that orgasm fades away, sitting up on the table again as Madden takes his fingers off my pussy. I wipe my forehead with the back of my hand, realizing that I’m drenched in sweat, and I look from Madden to Tristan with a devilish look on my face.

“Let’s have some fun,” I purr, pushing myself off the counter. Moving fast, my wicked instinct dictating the movements of my body, I turn toward Tristan and push his town shirt down his shoulders; then I pull his pants down and he just does the rest, taking off his shoes and kicking his pants to the corner.

“Your turn now,” I whisper, turning to Madden and taking both my hands to the collar of his shirt. Without bothering to unbutton it, I just pull at the fabric as hard as I can, tearing it apart and pushing it down his shoulders and arms. Locking my eyes on his, I then slide my hands down his naked chest and curl my fingers around his belt; unbuckling it, I then pull his zipper down and send his pants down to his ankles.

“Now we’re talking,” Madden grins as he kicks off his shoes and takes off his pants.

“Yes, we are,” I reply, looking at their almost naked bodies, their boxer briefs the only barrier between me and their glorious cock. “Take it off,” I command them, sitting up on the countertop again and smiling. I never blink as they take their fingers to their waist and start pulling down their boxers, doing it so slowly that I almost jump toward them to do it myself.

When they finally send their boxers down their legs, their cocks springing free fast, I spread my legs wide and invite them in.

Madden is the first to take me up on that invitation; he closes the distance between our naked bodies fast, standing up between my spread legs and grabbing his cock with one hand.

“Ready for it?” He teases me, angling his cock down and brushing its tip up the length of my wet pussy lips.

“I was born ready,” I reply, throwing my arms over his shoulders and burying my fingernails on the muscles of his back. I pull him into me, doing it with as much as strength as I have, and he just thrusts. His cock pushes my inner lips aside and, straining against my inner walls, his whole twelve inches fly deep inside of me.

I moan against his ear as I feel his thickness pulsing inside my pussy, and I nibble at his earlobe, pulling it between my teeth. Tristan comes up my side and I act fast, taking one hand out of Madden’s back and using it to grab his cock. Gritting my teeth, I somehow manage to regain a bit of focus and I start stroking Tristan, moving my hand up and down the length of his shaft as Madden thrusts.

I close my eyes as his cock goes in and out of me at a steady but growing pace, flames of ecstasy rising from my pussy and going all the way up to my brain, turning my rational mind into ashes.

“Fuck,” I groan, suddenly letting go of Tristan’s cock. I just can’t focus right now. Madden is fucking me so perfectly that his thrusts demand all of my brainpower.

Tristan isn’t bothered by that - he just takes both his hands to my breasts and cups them as Madden fucks me, pinching both my nipples at the same time. And, as Madden rhythm starts to grow fiercer, Tristan intensifies the pressure of his fingers on my nipples.

“I love the look on your face while you’re getting fucked,” Tristan whispers and, giving me no time for a reply, he leans into me and crushes his mouth against mine. Holding my head with one hand on the nape of my neck, he pushes his tongue past my lips and explores the inside of my mouth eagerly. The hand he has on my breasts slides down to my stomach, and then he turns it around and reaches for my clit, pressing on it with two quick fingers.

With Madden fucking me while Tristan works on my clit, I think it’s safe to say that I won’t last long. I can already feel my insides clenching, that pleasant warmness taking over my body and making my mind straddle the limbo between the conscious and the unconscious.

A ball of fire grows on the pit of my stomach and I scream. And let me tell you, I scream so loud that I wouldn’t be surprise if every piece of glass in the house shattered into a million pieces. My lungs are pushing past their limits, my throat is raw, and even my blood seems to boiling inside my veins.

My pussy is as tight as a vice around Madden’s cock, and I throw myself back over the counter, the cold granite surface failing to cool down the ecstasy raging through my body and mind.

“Now that was a start,” I manage to say, the words burning up my throat. Sitting back up on the counter, I whimper as Madden slides his cock out of me, the emptiness it leaves behind making my heart ache. If it were up to me, I’d have one of their cocks inside my pussy 24/7.

“Now let’s see what you can do,” I continue, turning my attention toward Tristan as I push myself off the counter. Pressing my breasts against his naked chest, I take my hands to his shoulders and push him down, forcing him to go on his knees. He obliges willingly, his hands sliding down the side of my body as he goes; I continue pushing on his shoulders to make him lie down on the floor, but this time he resists me.

Grabbing my ass cheeks firmly, he takes his mouth to my pussy and wraps his lips around my clit, pressing on it with the tip of his tongue. Opening his mouth wide, he then sucks on my folds at the same time, lapping at them with his tongue. I tangle my fingers on his hair and thrust against his face, rubbing my wetness all over him as he devours me relentlessly.

“Now that looks like fun,” I hear Madden say behind me and, next thing I know, I feel his fingertips over my shoulder blades. He does down to his knees behind me, his fingers sliding down my back, and then he replaces Tristan’s hands with his. Spreading my cheeks wide, he runs the tip of his tongue over it, only stopping when it goes over my asshole.

“Oh, God, this is --” I don’t get to finish my sentence. Madden presses his mouth against my ass and, using his lips and tongue to ravage it, he brings my brain to a halt and my words die somewhere on my throat.

I close my eyes and surrender to the moment, allowing them to destroy whatever sanity still lived inside my head with their mouths. And they do it happily, sucking and licking as if these were their last minutes on Earth with me.

“This is too much,” I whisper, more to myself than to him. As I speak, I feel my whole body tensing up like a nocked arrow, electricity engulfing every single nerve ending inside my muscles. “I’m gonna --” I start to say, but the orgasm just explodes inside of me so fast that my last words are replaced by a loud moan. I yank on Tristan’s hair as I come, pulling it so fiercely I might rip out a few locks out of his scalp; rocking my hips back and forth, I thrust against their mouths on a time, both their tongues inside of me.

“Now we can get started. You and me,” Tristan tells me, looking up at me as my juices drip down his chin. As I feel Madden pulling back from my ass, I lean in and rest both my hands on Tristan’s shoulders, and he finally allows me to lay him down on the floor.

He looks up at me expectantly but, moving fast, I turn around to face Madden. I place my feet on either side of Tristan’s waist and lower myself over him, his cock dangerously close to my pussy.

“Come here, you,” I tell Madden, and he walks up to me before I even have finished speaking. Reaching for his cock, I curl the fingers of one hand around it, feeling it’s heavy thickness against my palm, and flick my wrist. My fingers move up and down the length of his shaft and, as I do it, I grab Tristan’s cock with my other hand; angling it up, I press its tip against my pussy and then I just let instinct take the steering wheel.

Lowering my pussy over Tristan’s cock, I impale myself on it, a moan escaping my lips as I feel his long inches burying themselves inside me, straining against my inner walls as they go.

“Ah,” I breathe out, and then a deep breath. I let go of Madden’s cock and, using my two hands, I grab him by his ass cheeks and pull him into me, taking my mouth to his cock. Parting my lips, I engulf the tip of his member and suck on it softly, the taste of his pre-cum making my heart flutter in anticipation. I just can’t wait to bathe in their seed - I know, it’s a wicked thing to say - but not totally expected, right? I mean, with the kind of things the three of us have done, you’re already probably expecting it.

“Go on,” Madden chuckles as he grabs me by the hair, forcing me to roll my lips down the length of his huge shaft. I let him do it, only stopping when I feel the tip of his cock against the back of my throat, and I start swaying my hips over Tristan, his cock throbbing hard inside of me.

Now that their cocks are filling both my ends, I simply close my eyes and submit to whatever it is my body demands of me. I bob my head back and forth, doing it as fast as I can right from the start, and I let my hips match that frantic pace as well. Sucking and fucking like a woman that has just lost her mind, I keep on doing it until I feel beads of sweat dripping down my forehead, their saltiness stinging at my eyes.

“Now that’s the spirit,” Tristan says with a groan, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks as he feels the sway of my body. “You really know how to drive a man crazy,” he continues, his words laden with lust.

I would have replied, but right now I have twelve-inches of cock sliding in and out of my mouth. And so, I settle for a moan that rises up my throat and vibrates through Madden’s shaft.

“I’ll take it from here,” Madden says suddenly, holding me by the hair and forcing me to stop bobbing my head. Perhaps noticing that I was already on the verge of exhaustion, he claims my rhythm for himself and starts thrusting, pistoning into my mouth with the same ferocity he likes to use when ravaging my pussy.

Employing Madden’s idea, Tristan hooks his fingers on my hips and forces me to stop moving as well. Then, he starts thrusting upward, burying his cock so deep into my that I feel every single bone in my body rattle.

Needing that extra edge, I grab my own breasts and squeeze them as both men take care of business, fucking my mouth and pussy at the same time. Their rhythms match up - wild and fierce - and I succumb to it, allowing a tidal wave of pleasure to start growing on the back of my mind.

I feel it coming for me, my thoughts scattering in its wave, and then it just hits me with full force. Taking my mouth off Madden’s cock, I let out another scream loud enough to ruin my throat, and I only quiet down when the last waves of ecstasy wash over me. Which, let’s be honest about it, takes quite a while.

I don’t know how they do it, but the orgasms they give me are so mind bending that I’m always surprised that I can experience more than one at a time. They’re just so wild and intense that a single orgasm in the morning would be enough to make me feel as if I were floating during the rest of the day.

“More,” I find myself saying with an exhausted smile. What? Even though I said one orgasm would be enough to make me happy, I didn’t say I wasn’t greedy. And when it comes to sex with these two, I’m as greedy as anyone can get.

I go up to my feet slowly, Tristan’s cock popping out of me, and Madden just pulls me into his arm fast. “Why are you getting up?” He asks me with a grin, a glint in his eyes. “You asked for more, you’ll get more,” he continues, and I feel my legs wobbling as my brain processes his words.

Collapsing under my own weight, I go down to my knees in front of Madden, his cock casting a shadow over my face. Still grinning, he walks around me and then, placing one forearm across my shoulders, he forces me to bend over and go on all fours. The moment the palm of my hands touch the floor, he grabs my hips and thrusts, his cock sliding inside of me so furiously that I see bright colors behind my eyelids.

This time, he doesn’t bother with building up a rhythm. No, he goes fast and hard right from the beginning, mercilessly fucking my pussy while his thighs slap my ass cheeks.

“Now,” Tristan whispers, now standing up in front of me, “I think this cock needs a bit of a cleanup.” With that, my eyes fall to his cock and I see his shaft glistening from juices, my creamy fluids coating his long inches. Grinning back at him as Madden fucks me, I just dive forward with my mouth open, gobbling up his cock in a fraction of a second. The musky scent of my juices crawls up to my brain, and that makes me bob my head back and forth over his cock as fast as I can, mirroring the pace of Madden’s thrusts.

I go until the muscles in my neck start to cramp, and this time no one takes over. Instead, I take Tristan’s cock out of my mouth and start stroking, my hand moving so fast that it becomes a blur as it traces the length of his shaft.

“More, I want more,” I whisper, looking up at him mischievously. He arches his eyebrows, and I can almost see the gears turning inside his head as he tries to think of how he can fulfill my request.

“More,” he repeats after me, a smile dawning on his lips. He takes one step back, still looking into my eyes, and then walks around my body. Lifting one leg over my body, he positions himself in front of Madden and right over my waist. Realizing what he’s about to do, I go down on my elbows and, bending over, I jut my ass up.

The moment I do it, Tristan bends his knees and, lowering himself while he grabs his cock with one hand, he presses its tip against my asshole. He rubs it up and down my ass crack, but inevitably he stops that coming and going motion and just starts pressing hard against my hole.

As Tristan readies himself to take over my ass, Madden never stops pistoning into me. In fact, his thrusts grow even more furious, the way his thighs slap my cheeks producing an almost obscene sound of flesh-on-flesh.

“Oh, fu --” I groan, choking as Tristan slides his mast inside my ass, stretching it wide. He drives all of his inches deep into my ass and then he rocks his hips hard, ravaging my ass with the same intensity with which Madden is demolishing my pussy.

Propped up on my elbows, I close my eyes and just surrender to the movement of their cocks, their thickness stretching both my ass and pussy at the same time. They don’t say a word as they use my body, the present moment too valuable to waste their breath on words.

“I think I’m gonna come,” I say - or, rather, I try to say; in truth, the only thing that leaves my mouth is a quivering moan. My voice seems to echo through the whole house and, just a second later, I feel both my pussy and ass tightening up around their cocks. A shiver goes down my spine, slight spasms taking over my muscles, and then I just throw myself forward.

Their cocks jump out of me fast, and I lay down on the floor, my breasts pressed against the cold tiles. I flail my limbs as if I were having a seizure, the connection between my mind and body completely broken.

“AHH,” I moan hard, tears of joy streaming down my face as the most violent orgasm of my life rages through me, ecstasy racing through my bloodstream. “Oh, fuck,” I finally sigh as the incessant waves of that final orgasm start fading away. Rolling to my back, I look at Tristan and Madden and grin.

“I want your cum… Right now,” I whisper, not lifting a finger. It only takes them a second to decode what I want. Kneeling side by side, they grab their cocks and, wasting no time, they stroke themselves as their eyes wander all over my body.

I look at them as if I’m in a trance, watching as their muscles tense up and stretch their skin, their abs looking like bricks. And, better than all the rest, I watch them stroke themselves. There’s something wildly erotic about seeing a man pleasure himself, specially when he doesn’t even blink as he looks at your naked body.

“Fuck,” Madden groans and, as he does it, a rope of white cum jumps from his cock and hits me straight in the chest. A fraction of a second later another rope of cum hits my naked skin, tracing an arch in the air as it gushes out of Tristan’s cock.

I take my hands to my breasts as they cum all over me, smearing their semen over my skin. I told you I wanted to bathe in their cum, and that’s exactly what I’m doing right now.

Ah, it feels good to be a dirty girl.

By the time they finish cumming, I’m covered in cum from my head to my toes, thick strands of it dripping down my skin. Licking my cum-coated lips, I then swallow the seed I scooped up with my tongue, smiling as I feel their raw manly flavor going down my throat.

“Kitchen christened,” I laugh as I sit up, my heart still racing.

“Definitely,” Madden laughs as well, and then he crushes his mouth against mine, his hands grabbing at my cum covered breasts. When I pull back from him, I don’t even have the time to catch my breath - replacing Madden, Tristan kisses me as well, pushing his tongue deep into my mouth as he grabs me by at the ass.

They smear their cum all over, licking strands off my neck and breasts, and I just throw my head back and savor the moment.

“I need a bath,” I finally say, looking at them with a devilish grin.

“A bath, uh? That reminds me of something,” Madden laughs.

“Yeah, we still haven’t christened the master bathroom,” Tristan says, and then he goes up to his feet and pulls me up. Picking me up from the floor, he carries me into his arms and the three of us start walking out of the kitchen, heading upstairs toward the bathroom.

Yeah, I know, I’m exhausted - but I’m never too exhausted for a round two.

It’s been like this ever since we became a family of three. It’s just never enough, you know? And I’m not just talking about sex. More than sex, the love we feel for each other is so deep and intense that it overshadows everything else.

No doubt about it… I’m the luckiest girl in the world.