Ours

I came home earlier than they expected.

The house was quiet--too quiet. No music playing, no TV murmuring in the background, no footsteps padding through the hallway. Just a strange stillness hanging in the air like heat before a storm.

Then I heard it.

A groan.

Low, long, male.

Then another--softer, wetter, followed by the unmistakable sound of lips meeting skin.

I didn't call out. I didn't announce myself.

I dropped my keys silently on the entry table and followed the sound like it was a spell cast just for me. Through the hallway, down toward the bedroom, I crept barefoot--pulse thudding between my thighs, curiosity melting into desire with every step.

The door was cracked.

And inside, they were there.

One of them on the bed, shirtless, his cock in hand, head tipped back in pleasure. The other knelt between his legs, mouth wrapped around him in a slow, deliberate rhythm that was more worship than act. Hands on thighs, eyes half-lidded, lost in the pleasure he was giving.

I froze.

My breath caught in my throat.

They didn't know I was home.

And I didn't care.

I watched.

I watched the way one moaned softly as the other took him deeper. I watched the way the muscles in his abdomen tightened. I watched the way my men touched each other like I wasn't even real--like they were lost in a secret world built on friction and heat.

My panties were soaked in seconds.

I stood in the doorway, breathing heavy, still in my work clothes, legs pressed together as my pussy throbbed with the need to join them.

The one on the bed opened his eyes.

He saw me first.

A slow smile spread across his face.

"Baby's home."

The one on his knees turned to look, lips still shiny, hand still lazily stroking the thick cock between his fingers. He grinned.

"We were just warming up for you."

I stepped into the room without saying a word, letting my eyes move over both of them slowly--hungry, possessive. I unbuttoned my blouse, let it fall to the floor. Kicked off my heels. Unclasped my bra and crawled onto the bed like I owned it. Because I do.

I kneeled beside them and whispered to the one still stroking:

"Don't stop. I want to watch you finish him."

His mouth curled. He obeyed, lowering his head again, taking him deep until the man beneath him cried out--one hand fisting the sheets, the other reaching blindly for me.

I leaned in and kissed his throat. Then lower--chest, stomach, hips. I joined the other man's mouth on his cock, licking from the base while he sucked the head. He moaned my name like it hurt. Like he was losing his grip.

He came hard, thick spurts hitting our tongues. I swallowed. The other licked what was left from my lips. And then he kissed me.

It was messy. Wet. Hungry.

I straddled him before the first one could even catch his breath.

Pulled my panties to the side and slid his cock inside me.

God, the stretch.

He was already hard again, groaning my name, hands gripping my ass as I began to ride him slow.

Behind me, the other man moved closer--kissing my back, my shoulders, my neck. Watching how I took him. Watching how I used him.

His hands traced the curve of my ass. One finger teased the space between. He kissed along my spine and whispered into my ear:

"You were made to be fucked by both of us."

"You want us both at the same time, don't you?"

I moaned. My hips bucked harder.

The man beneath me was a mess now--gripping the sheets, panting as I slammed down on his cock again and again.

Then I felt hands on my waist.

He was pulling me off gently--kissing me, laying me on my back. I whimpered at the loss.

But it didn't last long.

The second one pushed in with no hesitation--still slick with my arousal and the other man's cum. The heat, the stretch, the filth of it made me cry out.

"That's it," he growled. "You're so full of us."

He thrust deep, slow and brutal, while the first one lay beside me now--stroking my clit, whispering how beautiful I looked, how wet I was, how tight I still felt.

"Come for us, baby," he said. "Let us ruin you."

And I did.

My orgasm hit hard, uncontrollable. My thighs shook. My back arched. I cried out as my pussy clenched tight around his cock, milking him, drawing him deeper.

He came inside me seconds later with a groan so guttural it sent another wave of heat through me. I was full. Wrecked. Gasping for air.

They didn't move. They just held me.

One on each side. One still inside me.

Kissing my cheeks, my shoulders, my lips. Whispering that I was theirs.

Not a toy.

Not a plaything.

Theirs.

- You come home early once... and they never let you leave again.

By July Nova