My welcome home

The car ride was quiet but awkward.

There was a kind of peace in the silence—an unspoken understanding that things had shifted, even if none of us could name exactly how. I sat in the front seat beside Vince, his hand occasionally brushing my thigh as he shifted gears. Randy leaned forward from the back, asking gently now and then if I was comfortable or needed anything.

They’d both seen me broken in ways I wasn’t sure I’d come back from. They were part of the reason I had come back.

When we pulled into the driveway, Randy was out first, opening my door like he’d been waiting all day for something to do with his hands. Vince hovered close behind me as I climbed the steps slowly. They didn’t rush me. Didn’t treat me like glass. They let me lean when I needed to and stand on my own when I didn’t.

Inside, it smelled like home—not sterile like the hospital, but warm with laundry detergent, brewed coffee, and traces of cologne lingering in the air. Vince helped me settle on the couch, wrapping a throw blanket around me. Randy handed me a glass of water with both hands, like it was a peace offering, like it mattered.

I could feel their eyes on me—not in a possessive way, not even lustful, but quiet and reverent. They were still holding their breath.

Vince finally sat beside me, one hand resting gently on my knee. Randy crouched in front of me, his gaze open and soft.

“We’ve been thinking,” Vince said.

I tilted my head. “About what?”

Randy looked at Vince, then back at me. “About… us. All three of us.”

Vince’s thumb traced a circle on my knee. “We want you. Together. If you want that too.”

They weren’t joking. No teasing. No pressure. Just truth.

And I answered, just as simply. “Yes.”

Vince kissed me first—slow and deliberate, his hand resting at my jaw. Randy came up behind me and kissed my neck, his fingers slipping under my shirt. Their touch built like a tide: measured, deliberate, but impossible to stop.

My shirt and bra vanished. Vince leaned in to kiss my breast, lips soft over my nipple. Randy pressed himself against my back, whispering how beautiful I was, how long they’d both waited to touch me like this.

Clothes came off one piece at a time until I was bare and trembling between them. Randy gently eased me down on the couch, spreading my legs as he knelt between them and began kissing and licking with purpose. I arched, crying out, overwhelmed. Vince kissed my lips, stroked my hair, watched me fall apart with soft wonder.

Then they switched.

Vince dove between my thighs and made me come again, slower and deeper, his fingers curling just right. My body writhed, greedy for more.

“I want both of you,” I breathed, voice hoarse.

They both froze.

“You sure?” Vince asked, his voice thick.

I nodded. “I need it.”

Randy lay on the couch, pulling me on top of him. I straddled him and lowered myself slowly onto his dick, gasping at how deep he filled me. Vince came behind, hands stroking down my back, slicking himself with lube before carefully pressing into my ass.

I moaned, completely full—Randy deep in my pussy, Vince pushing into my tightest place. They began to move in rhythm, building a perfect wave of pleasure that took my breath.

“You’re so perfect,” Randy whispered, hands gripping my thighs.

“So full,” Vince groaned. “So fucking good.”

The orgasm ripped through me like lightning—sharp, blinding, endless. I clenched around them, crying out as they fucked me through it.

They flipped me—Vince laying on the couch, guiding me onto his dick. Randy came behind, slick and hard, pushing back into my ass. I collapsed into Vince’s chest, sweat-slicked and gasping, while Randy pounded deep from behind. I was wrecked and glowing.

When I came again, both men groaned—Randy pulling me back tight, Vince gripping my hips hard as they both released deep inside me. Hot. Full. Claimed.

I was barely breathing, boneless and floating in the afterglow.

“That was…” Randy murmured.

“Yeah,” Vince agreed.

But they weren’t done.

Vince leaned close. “We’re not letting you sleep on this couch.”

“Absolutely not,” Randy added.

Vince lifted me gently into his arms, carrying me through the hallway as Randy followed, hands brushing my back, still hungry despite the glow of satisfaction in all of us.

They laid me on the bed like something breakable, but I wasn’t. I was ready.

“Again?” Randy asked, eyes already dark with need.

I nodded.

Vince moved behind me on the bed, spooning me as he kissed my shoulder, while Randy settled between my legs and sucked gently on my clit. I moaned, shaking, body already thrumming.

Randy entered me again, slow and deep, while Vince wrapped his arms around me and whispered filthy praise into my ear. When I clenched again, Vince kissed my neck and flipped me to face him.

I climbed into his lap and sank down on his dick. Randy stood behind me, rubbing lube onto his dick, and slowly pressed into my ass again. The stretch, the fullness—it was devastating.

We moved together, the three of us one rhythm, one heat.

Randy bent forward, kissing the back of my neck while Vince kissed my mouth. My body rocked between them—burning, breaking, blissful.

I came again, collapsing into Vince’s chest as Randy followed, groaning into my ear as he came inside me again.

Vince came moments later, moaning through clenched teeth as he filled me, holding me close like he didn’t want to let go.

This time, when we collapsed, it was final. Spent. Glowing.

They wrapped themselves around me, warm and silent.

And then Vince whispered, “We don’t just want this night.”

Randy’s voice joined his. “We want more. We want you.”

I swallowed hard, heart full of everything we’d just shared.

But I said gently, “No.”

They stilled.

“I needed this,” I said. “I wanted this. But I don’t want to date both of you; not at the same time.”

There was a pause. A long, soft exhale.

Vince kissed my temple. “Okay.”

Randy smiled, tired and genuine. “Then we’ll just have tonight.”

I nodded. “And I’ll remember it.”

They pulled me in close.

The quiet wrapped around us, thick and humming. I could feel their breath against my skin—Vince behind me, his chest against my spine, and Randy in front, fingers lazily brushing my ribs.

We weren’t talking anymore. We didn’t need to.

Vince’s hand drifted lower. The softest touch over my belly, then between my thighs. I shifted slightly, and he exhaled, almost in surprise.

“You’re still wet,” he murmured.

I nodded against his arm. “I don’t think I’ve stopped.”

Randy watched my face as Vince slid his fingers inside me again. I gasped—sensitive, but needy. He kissed my mouth slow and deep, while Vince’s hand worked me open again.

Randy's hand joined his, and they took turns teasing me, stroking, circling, pushing me up until my thighs shook and I pressed my face into Vince’s neck, moaning.

“Let us,” Vince whispered. “One more time.”

I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to.

Randy rolled me onto my back and crawled between my legs. Vince moved beside me, supporting my head, kissing my shoulder while Randy entered me again—slow, deeper than before, the kind of stroke that made my whole body tense and beg.

I clawed at the sheets. “Yes—just like that—”

Vince kissed my breast, flicked his tongue over my nipple, watching as my hips bucked against Randy’s.

“Switch,” I said breathlessly.

Randy pulled out, and Vince took his place. I wasn’t empty long.

Vince filled me with a low groan, grabbing my thighs and holding me wide. Randy moved behind me, propping me up, whispering filth into my ear as he ran his fingers between my cheeks and slicked himself again.

“Please,” I said, voice breaking. “Do it.”

Randy entered me slowly from behind as Vince fucked me from the front. The stretch sent my eyes rolling back. My body opened to them again, almost without resistance. Every thrust from Vince pushed me back onto Randy’s cock. Every movement from Randy made me clench harder around Vince.

They had me in their rhythm again. Harder now. Slower. Deeper.

I couldn’t tell who was speaking, who was moaning, who was growling my name. It blurred into heat and wet and ache.

My body seized, orgasms colliding and crashing into each other. My mouth fell open, but I couldn’t even find sound. Just breath and light and the thick pulse of two men inside me at once.

Randy pulled out just in time to watch me ride Vince, coming again, making a mess of us all. Then he grabbed my hips and pushed back into my ass while Vince stayed buried in my pussy.

They held me, controlled me, praised me.

I could barely think. Barely breathe.

And then Vince jerked beneath me, pulling me down hard as he groaned, spilling deep one final time. The warmth of it made me cry out—broken, grateful, ruined.

Randy came a second later, buried deep in my ass, teeth against my shoulder, whispering my name like a prayer.

When they were done, we collapsed again. No one spoke. There was nothing to say.

This wasn’t about answers anymore.

It was about surrender. One last time.

We lay tangled in sweat and come and heat, hearts still racing.

There wouldn’t be another night like this.

And that’s why we made this one last.