The last session

The morning light filtered through the kitchen blinds in thin, sharp slats, illuminating the steam rising from the coffee pot. I threw on my oversized shirt, moving quietly through the familiar routine of making Vic breakfast since he had slept over last night. Well, more like we fucked last night. I was cracking eggs and setting the bacon to sizzle when I heard him.

He joined me in the kitchen ten minutes later after his shower and immediately interrupted me from cooking. He didn't say a word at first; he simply closed the distance between us. He bent me over the kitchen table, spread my legs, and fucked me hard and fast. The kitchen air, once smelling of breakfast, turned heavy with the scent of sex. We moved in a frantic rhythm until we both came multiple times, and he finished by shooting his cum in my waiting pussy.

“My god, amore,” he panted, his forehead resting against my shoulder as he caught his breath. “I don’t know what we are or if you’re my sancha, but I can’t get enough of you.”

“Oh, Papa,” I sighed, leaning back into him. “I’d say that I’m your sancha but we have no romance. We just eat and fuck.”

When he pulled out, I took a breath to steady my legs and finished cooking for him. After he ate, I cleaned up the kitchen as he showered again. When he was ready to go, he walked over and kissed me deeply.

"I need to spend the night with my wife," Vic told me. “She misses me.”

I looked dejected but told him, "I understand. She is your wife."

He looked at me, searching my face with concern. "Will you be ok?" he asked.

I sighed and said, "I would... I'll text either Jerry or Twix to spend the night with me. One of them will."

He encouraged me, saying, "Invite them both over."

"I will," I said.

After he left, I put the bedding from the guest bedroom in the wash. I showered then cleaned the house. I sent Jerry and Twix a text inviting them both to spend the night. Within seconds, they both responded by saying that they’d be on their way in a few minutes. I unlocked the house and moved the bedding to the dryer. When I got back to the main floor, Jerry and Twix were in my house and already stripping naked.

"We're not letting you sleep alone tonight," Jerry said, tossing his shirt aside.

"Not a chance," Twix added, stepping closer.

I knew that by the time they were done with me in 36 hours, I’d be sore and spent. I took off my oversized shirt and told them, "I am ready."

I was carried to my bedroom. Twix laid down on his back on my bed. I slid down his thick dick, moaning his name. Jerry stood behind me, stroking his long dick before pushing himself into my ass.

"You're so tight for us," Jerry whispered in my ear.

"Take it all," Twix urged from below.

I rode Twix, Jerry rode me. In no time, we were all cumming together. Who knows how much later, Jerry pulled out of my ass and I climbed off of Twix. Jerry laid down on my bed and I slid down his dick. From behind, Twix shoved his dick in my ass.

"Yes, right there," I gasped as they both moved in sync.

As I rode Jerry, Twix rode me. It didn’t take us long for all of us to start cumming. Again, they repeatedly came in me.

We took a break sometime later. They showered as I slept. Jerry woke me up from riding my pussy from behind. I told him, "Don't stop," and he didn’t until he drained his balls in me. When Jerry pulled out, Twix took his place and also rode my pussy from behind.

"You're mine now," Twix muttered, pulling my hips back. He didn’t stop fucking me until he emptied his balls in me.

I was carried to the bathroom so that I could shower and they could change the sheets and get us all something to drink. I came downstairs to eat but Jerry ate my ass then Twix ate my pussy while I was on the kitchen table. They kept switching places for several hours.

"You taste so sweet," Jerry murmured.

"I could stay here all day," Twix whispered against my skin.

When they finished eating me, I started smoking a joint. When I was done, they both pushed their dicks into my pussy. They both came in my pussy for hours. When they were drained, we collapsed onto the couch and fell asleep.

It was around 8 pm when they woke me up. They took their turns fucking me and filling me up with their cum for the rest of the night. By 7 am, we were all exhausted. I was sore, swollen and satisfied. We fell asleep until noon.

When we woke up, we all looked at each other. The room was quiet, the air heavy with the aftermath of the weekend. We all knew that this would be the very last time we’d have sex together though they’d still swing with their wives.

"It was a hell of a night," Jerry said softly, kissing my forehead. “As much as Twix and I enjoy our threesomes, last night is our last. No other night with you can top last night. It was great for both of us.”

"The best," Twix agreed. “We love how responsive you are with us but we know that this isn’t something that you’re too into. We’re grateful that you’ve shared yourself with us.”

“It was a fun night,” I admitted. “I know I never said anything about threesomes not being my thing, but I’m grateful that you guys understand that it’s not for everyone. One of these days, the five of us need to go out for dinner. It’ll be my treat.”

They nodded then headed downstairs to get dressed then head back to their respective homes and wives.

 

The last call

The spare room felt smaller than I remembered, the air stale from weeks of disuse. I sat on the edge of the twin bed, my thumb hovering over Matteo’s name in my contacts before I finally pressed the call icon.

He picked up on the first ring, his voice slightly breathless. "Deppgrl?"

"Hey, Matteo," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "I just wanted to let you know... I’m back. I actually got home two or three days ago."

There was a long silence on the other end, the kind that vibrates with unspoken questions. "You’re home?" he finally whispered. "God, I’m shocked. I’m just happy to hear your voice."

"Thanks. It’s good to be back."

"Is everything okay?" he asked, his tone shifting to that familiar, protective worry. "With New Zealand and the All Blacks? Was the head coach gig what you expected?"

I looked out the window at the familiar streetlights of my neighborhood, thinking of the pressure and the roar of the crowds I’d left behind. "Yes and no," I admitted. "It’s complicated, Matteo. But I’m going to be okay. I just need some time to figure out what 'okay' looks like now that I'm not on the sidelines."

"I understand," he said softly. "I'm just glad you're back."

We drifted into a few more minutes of easy, hollow small talk—the weather, the long flight back from Auckland, the things people say when they’re trying to ignore the elephant in the room. Eventually, the pauses grew longer.

"I should go," I said. "I have a lot of unpacking to do."

"Right. Of course. Take care of yourself, Deppgrl."

"You too. Goodbye, Matteo."

"Goodbye."

The line went dead. I stared at his name on the screen for a long beat. Before I could overthink it, before the nostalgia could talk me out of it, I tapped 'Edit' and scrolled to the bottom. I pressed 'Delete Contact' and confirmed it. The screen jumped back to my recent calls, showing only a string of digits where his name used to be. It was a quiet click, a digital snap, but it felt like a heavy door finally swinging shut.

I stood and opened the windows to the stuffy room, turning the fan on to coax some fresh air inside. I hadn't asked Vince to prepare the guest room, so the neglect was evident. As I looked down at the neighborhood, I saw Mike pulling into his driveway. He caught sight of me and nodded, but then he froze.

That’s when I felt it—Vic’s surging energy. I could always feel him before I saw him.

"Amore?" he asked, his voice a low vibration in his sexy Hispanic accent. "Amore."

"Hmmmm?" I asked mindlessly, still half-distracted by the quiet street. "What’s wrong, Papa?"

"I woke up and you weren’t in my arms," he said, stalking toward me. "What’s so fascinating outside of that window, amore? You looking for someone?"

"Nothing," I whispered, turning to meet his gaze. "Just getting some air. Will you be able to get back to sleep after your nap?"

"A nap isn’t necessary when you’re around, amore," he said softly, his eyes darkening with affection. He leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to the side of my neck while taking a pointed peek out the window at Mike. "Goodnight, Mike! Don’t forget to use your earplugs tonight! It’s going to be a long one!"

Vic smirked as he shut the windows most of the way. "I’m glad you’re back, amore," he whispered, his forehead resting against mine. "The house felt empty without your spirit here. I missed having you right here where I can hold you."

"You did, huh?" I teased, though my breath hitched as he pulled me closer.

"Don't play with me," he murmured, his hands sliding down to gently cup my face. "You've been gone too long. I need to feel every bit of you tonight."

"Then stop talking, Papa," I whispered, my heart racing. "Show me how much you missed me."

Without another word, he hooked his arms under my knees and scooped me up. He carried me with a careful, reverent strength, crossing the small space to place me in the center of the bed. He stripped quickly, his eyes never leaving mine, the air thick with a tension that was more than just physical—it was a deep, aching need to be close.

I didn't wait nor could I. I reached for him, guiding him home as he lowered himself over me. I gripped his shoulders, my eyes fluttering shut as he slowly, agonizingly merged our bodies. The sensation was staggering—a deep, soul-filling connection that made the weeks of distance vanish in an instant.

"God, you're so beautiful," Vic groaned, his hands trembling slightly as they stroked my hair away from my face. "I missed this. I missed you."

"Yes, Vic... right there," I gasped as he began to move. It wasn't just a rhythm; it was a conversation. Every thrust was slow and deliberate, designed to savor the feeling of being one.

Vic was passionate, his movements a blend of power and profound tenderness. His mouth found mine, kissing me with a hunger that tasted like relief, while his hands traced the curves of my body as if memorizing them all over again. He leaned down to catch my nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling in a way that made me whimper, his other hand coming up to tangle in my hair.

"Look at me, amore," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he drove deeper. "Tell me you're here. Tell me you're really back with me."

"I'm here, Vic... I'm right here," I cried out, my fingers digging into his back as a wave of heat rolled through me.

We lost ourselves in each other for hours. The intensity never wavered, but it was tempered by the way he looked at me—with a raw, exposed adoration. I lost count of the times he paused just to press his lips to my temple or whisper my name against my skin.

Just as the first peak took me, Vic gripped my hips, his touch firm but full of heat. "Don't move," he commanded softly. "I'm not done loving you yet."

With a feat of strength that seemed effortless, he flipped us without breaking our connection. One moment I was beneath him, and the next, I was on top, my hands resting on his chest as I moved against him. He watched me with a gaze so intense it felt like he could see straight through me. My body felt heavy and cherished, every inch of me sensitized by his touch.

"You're incredible," he breathed, reaching up to pull me down for another deep, soul-searching kiss.

Hours later, as the sky began to turn a soft, bruised purple, he pinned me once more. He hooked my legs over his shoulders, his eyes locked on mine as he moved with a punishingly beautiful precision, finding the exact spots that made me come undone.

As the sun finally cleared the horizon, bathing the room in gold, Vic began to pull out. I felt the slow, agonizing slide of him leaving me, but before he was fully clear, he grabbed my hips and hoisted them high, holding me close as if he never wanted the morning to start.