Epilogue
Next Christmas
Kace
Loren and I pull into the garage of our new house in Peach Bottom Valley after dropping the twins off with the grandparents. It’s taken nearly the entire year for them to fully accept that the three of us are in a relationship.
The first step for Bellamie and Loren’s parents was letting go of the idea that Bellamie needed a prestigious job to have a fulfilling life.
The second step was the understanding that if they didn’t accept our relationship, they’d have very limited access to their grandchild–and then we found out Bellamie was pregnant with twins.
The third step was a matter of conditioning. The grandparents spent time with us and realized we were normal and happy together. At one point their Mom slipped up and revealed that she thought we’d be having constant orgies just because we have an unconventional relationship.
We keep the orgies, as she calls them, fairly private. Fairly, because on occasion we have fun at the Aubergine Affair.
And while Bellamie hasn’t let us in on her big plan for the two hours while the kids are gone, Loren and I have our suspicions, one of which includes simply resting. Twins take a lot of work, even for the three of us.
As I get out of the car, the scent of sugar cookies consumes me. I glance around for Bellamie. Turns out she smells like that year round, but she’s not in the garage.
As we enter the house, the scent is even stronger.
“Cookies are waiting in the kitchen for my favorite Daddies,” she calls from the living room.
Loren and I exchange a laugh and grab a few, along with some of Starla’s award-winning eggnog she gave us as a Christmas present, then we look for Bellamie.
She’s sitting on the living room floor, against the couch, her puffy blanket pulled up to her neck. The twinkling lights from the Christmas tree highlight her natural radiance.
“What do you think, Loren? Is there a naughty girl under that blanket?”
He laughs and sits besides Bellamie, peeking over the top edge of the blanket. “Naughty and naked.”
I bite the cookie, savor it, drink a little eggnog, and say, “Mmm… my favorite.”
“The cookie?” Bellamie teases.
“Yes, and…” I let my words trail off enjoying the tease with her.
“The eggnog?”
“That too…”
“Any other favorites, Daddy?”
“Getting to unwrap my naughty wife.” I set my cup aside and kneel in front of her.
She lets go of the top of the blanket. Loren and I grab it at the same time, but pull in opposite directions.
He gasps and lets go. Why would he gasp at getting a peek of her being naked? We see her that way every day, even though it doesn’t always lead to sex.
I toss the blanket out of the way and find out why he gasped.
Bellamie’s saying, “Merry Christmas,” as I say, “Bellie, what did you do?”
It’s not really a question of what since I recognize the red rope she’s used to create the shibari pattern she’s tied each leg into… a teardrop futomomo. My shock comes from the beauty of her work. And with her legs bent and tied independently, I have a front row seat to see her sweet, wet pussy.
“I thought you’d like it.” She wraps her arms around her bent legs, drawing them toward each other, restricting my view.
“Oh! I do! I didn’t know you’d been practicing shibari.”
“When did you have time to learn this?” Loren traces his hands over her bound legs.
She smiles proudly. “Most of the practicing was before the twins were born. But I’ve stolen a moment here and there.”
“You’re full of surprises.”
“I’d rather be full of cock.”
“Not a problem.” I stand and strip my clothes while Loren does the same.
Sliding her onto her back, her bound legs fall open. Best fucking gift ever.
I grab two throw pillows from the couch and put one beside either leg for support.
Loren checks in while I gawk. “Is that okay?”
“Thank you, yes.”
Dragging my fingers over the intricate ropework, I ask, “What’s the plan, Loren?”
He glances at his easel in the corner. “I don’t have one.”
“Mind if I propose one?” I ask.
“Not at all.”
We wait for Bellamie to answer and she doesn’t mind either.
“This might be the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.”
“You always say that.” Bellie reaches a hand out to me.
I kiss her fingers. “I know. The truth is you’re always the most beautiful every time I lay my eyes on you”.
Actually, my all-time favorite was when she let us do a very careful shibari session while her belly was swollen with our babies.
We turned it into a photo shoot and I have an album full of images that remind me of the trust that binds us.
“So what’s your plan?” Loren asks. “We don’t have a lot of time.”
“I want to watch you two make love in front of the Christmas tree. If it wasn’t for you, Loren, none of this would be possible.”
Bellamie clears her throat and Loren and I laugh.
“You too, Bellie, but Loren gave me the best gift ever by trusting that we could mix business and pleasure.”
Loren clears his throat this time. “Can we dispense with the monologue?”
My heart is so full, I can barely believe this is my life. I lean between Bellie’s legs and bury my face in her sweet juices, giving her clit several licks that make her shudder. Then I sit back on my heels and move to the couch.
“As much as I want my cock inside of you, I want to watch, to memorize every minute of what you two have given me.”
Loren shrugs, positions himself at Bellie’s entrance, and leans to kiss her lips before sliding his cock in.
Her back arches, she cries out, and I can’t figure out where to put my eyes. I realize I’ve fisted my cock, not a big surprise. The surprise is the emotions swelling up in my chest. Loren and Bellamie have taken me into their family, accepted me as I am, and I’ve never been happier.
Milk leaks from Bellie’s nipples. Loren’s muscles flex as he pistons in and out of her. And I have to slow my pace stroking my cock so I don’t come before she does.
I hold off my release by studying the ropework.
It makes sense that she’d be good at it with all of the crafting she does.
Who would have guessed my Krampus persona would lead me to the woman of my dreams. I’d told her she was mine that night at the parade when she surrendered to me. And now she is.
Her cries reach a feverpitch. Loren groans and his rhythm disrupts. Milk sprays from her nipples. I stroke furiously, adding white ropes of cum to her milk as it coats both of them.
I crawl onto the floor next to them, curling on one side of her, making sure to prop her leg over mine. Loren falls onto the other side, taking the same care with her other leg.
Grabbing the blanket, I cover the three of us. “I love you, Bellie.”
“I love you too, Daddy… Daddies.”
“I love both of you,” Loren says, and I wonder if my life can ever be any more perfect.
“Love you too.”
And we live happily ever after.
The End
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