Four hours to party time…

“Oh god, yes! Yes! Yes!”

Max Harder groaned as his girlfriend, Callie Weinstein, pressed her breasts into his chest, dug her fingernails into his shoulders, and tightened her ankles around his waist. His thigh muscles burned from exertion, and he braced his shoulders against the wall, thrusting his cock up into her cunt.

Tom Lexar stood behind Callie, holding her hips, pumping his cock into her ass.

Fuck, this is tight. But Max wasn’t about to complain, since they’d finally managed to get a rhythm that worked. Judging by her shrieks and moans, it worked for Callie too. The three of them had talked about it for the past couple of weeks, planning it, using toys on Callie during sex play in order to prepare her body for being double-penetrated.

“Thata girl,” Max encouraged. “Come for us.”

Callie’s eyes rolled back in her head as she clung to him, all the while being bounced up and down by both men. Max watched as her face scrunched up in ecstasy. A scream tore from her throat that shook the house.

Max thrust up into her hard once more, but his sweaty back slipped on the wall behind him. He slid down and landed on the floor with a hard thump on his ass. Callie shrieked again, but more from the sudden drop in altitude than from pleasure.

“Fuck!” Tom shouted as he toppled onto them both, banging his forehead into the wall in the process. He scooted backward and grabbed Callie round the waist, pulling her off of Max at the same time.

Max groaned at the feel of cold air on his cock, no longer encased by hot, wet pussy. He would gladly endure a thousand bumps and bruises for the chance to fuck her senseless. Good thing, since threesome sex had its hazards for them.

“Geez,” Callie panted, reaching up to brush some blonde hair from her eyes. “I thought we almost had this one without any mishaps.” Still on her hands and knees, held there by Tom, she peered down into Max’s eyes, concern for his well-being shining bright. “Are you okay?”

A little sore, he shrugged it away and gestured at Tom. “Finish it.”

Tom grinned. “With pleasure.”

From his position on his back, Max stroked his cock and watched as Tom gripped one of her hips, wound her hair around his other palm, and continued to fuck Callie in the ass. Callie’s back arched as she took the pounding. Another shout left her lips as she came again. Tom’s body shuddered, and he groaned out his own pleasure.

After a few moments, he released Callie, and she slumped forward onto her elbows. “That…was…amazing,” she panted.

Max stretched out his legs and hooked his feet under her armpits. “No rest for you yet. We didn’t work this hard to make your fantasy a reality without making sure we’ve finished the job.”

Callie squealed as he dragged her forward. “But Max, I—”

He interrupted her protest. Grabbing her with his hands, he hoisted her up and positioned his cock outside her pussy. Then he thrust up into her, causing her to scream again. He reached up and placed his hand in a tender but firm grip around her neck—a simple act of his dominance. Her body relaxed in an instant, allowing him to do whatever he wanted. He gripped one of her hips and bounced her up and down on his body almost as if she were a ragdoll. It didn’t take him long to finish. He roared his climax.

As his body settled, Callie slumped down on top of him. “Are we done now?” Her sleepy voice made him smile.

A smacking sound reached his ears. Callie started with a yelp, then rubbed her ass, sending a glare Tom’s way.

“For now,” Tom said. “Luckily, we’ve got a party to get to.”

Max grunted. “Unfortunately.”

Callie scrambled to get off Max and backed away from the two of them. “You two are insatiable.”

Max grinned at Tom. “We can’t help it if you’re our favorite thing to binge on.”

She wagged a finger at them. “We are not missing the party.” She held up a hand to halt their advance. “That was amazing, and I’m so grateful to have both of you in my life, but I am showering alone, or we’ll never get out of here. Neither of you is touching me until later tonight.”

Tom leered at her, wiping his ginger goatee. “How much later?”

“Incorrigible!” Callie giggled and ran from them.

Max sighed in contentment and rested his head on the floor. “I gotta work out more to keep up with this.”

Tom snorted in laughter. “You and me both. She blames us, but she’s the one with the insatiable appetite and inexhaustible supply of ideas.”

Max waved him away. “Go shower in the master bedroom. I’m going to recover for a minute here, and then I’ll get ready when you’re done.”

“Sounds good to me.”

Max’s eyes drifted closed, and in the next second, he woke himself up with a snore. “Shit,” he muttered. Too bad I don’t have time for a nap. He rolled to his side and pushed himself up to his knees. Sated and tired, he felt his heart fill with love for Callie and their threesome arrangement.

Standing on wobbly legs, he held the wall to make sure he had his balance before heading down the hall to get ready. His head began to fill with thoughts of the upcoming celebration for the three of them. What they shared was unique, and while he feared most people wouldn’t understand it, Callie and Tom deserved to be recognized as an important part of his life.

He paused for a moment, then pushed open the door to the master bedroom. Hmmm… Nothing big. Maybe we share our version of vows or something…