The Christmas lights twinkled softly against the fresh layer of snow outside, casting a warm multicolored glow through the bay windows of Carrie and Rick’s suburban home. Inside, the air smelled of cinnamon, cookies and a fire from the fireplace. The tree stood in the corner of the living room, adorned with ornaments collected over a decade of marriage, some handmade, some gifted, all carrying memories. Holiday music played at just the right volume: loud enough to feel festive, soft enough to allow conversation to flow.
Carrie moved through the crowd with easy grace, refilling glasses, checking platters of food, and ensuring that everyone was having a good time. At thirty-five, she still turned heads without trying. Her short brown hair was tucked neatly behind her ears, framing a face that always seemed to be on the verge of laughter. She had chosen a cozy yet festive outfit for the evening: a soft red sweater that hugged her curves gently and a knee-length black skirt that swayed as she walked. Simple gold earrings and a touch of red lipstick completed a look that was elegant, warm, and perfectly suited to playing hostess for a Christmas Party.
Rick leaned against the kitchen island, pouring eggnog into a fresh batch of glasses. He was the steady counterpoint to Carrie’s bright energy; he was broad-shouldered, with dark hair that had just started to show the faintest threads of gray at the temples. His light purple button-down was rolled to the elbows, revealing strong forearms, and his khaki slacks fit enough to remind everyone he still hit the gym regularly. He caught Carrie’s eye across the room and lifted his glass in a small, private toast. She grinned back, the kind of smile that came from twelve years of shared jokes and quiet understanding.
The party was in full swing. Cousins argued good-naturedly over board games in the den. Old college friends clustered near the fireplace in the living room, telling stories that grew louder and more exaggerated with each round of drinks. It was exactly the kind of evening Carrie loved: the house full, the noise comforting, everyone safe and warm while winter pressed against the windows.
The doorbell rang, and Carrie’s face lit up in a way that made several guests smile knowingly.
“That’ll be Maddie,” she announced, wiping her hands on a dish towel before hurrying to the door.
When she opened it, a gust of cold air swept in along with her best friend. Maddie shook snow from her boots on the mat and stepped inside, cheeks pink from the chill, eyes bright with mischief. She was a striking contrast to Carrie’s soft warmth: long brown hair shaved close on one side, falling in loose waves over the other. Her blue eyes were lined subtly with black makeup, and a full tattoo sleeve peeked from beneath the sleeve of her fitted black dress. The dress itself was simple but clung in all the right places, ending mid-thigh and showing off toned legs. She carried an overnight bag slung over one shoulder and a bottle of good red wine in her hand.
“Merry Christmas, hostess with the mostest,” Maddie said, pulling Carrie into a tight hug. She smelled faintly of vanilla and cold air.
“You’re late,” Carrie teased, squeezing Maddie in a tighter hug before stepping away to take the wine. “Everyone’s already halfway to tipsy without you.”
“Then I have catching up to do.” Maddie kicked off her boots and padded into the living room in sock feet, immediately drawing shouts of greeting. She had that effect. She could always walk into a room and somehow raise the energy by several degrees. Within minutes she was in the middle of a story about a disastrous work holiday party, gesturing wildly, making Rick laugh so hard he had to set down the eggnog ladle.
Carrie watched from the doorway, arms folded lightly, a fond smile on her face. She and Maddie had been inseparable since freshman year of high school. They attended dances together, even when they had their own dates. Upon graduation, they attended the same college, shared dorm rooms, road trips, heartbreaks, and triumphs. When Maddie had sat her down six months ago, nervous and picking at her nails, and told her she was bisexual, Carrie hadn’t blinked. She’d just reached across the table at the coffee shop, took Maddie’s hand, and said, “Okay. Thank you for trusting me with that.” It hadn’t changed anything between them. Or at least, Carrie had thought it hadn’t.
But tonight, watching Maddie charm the room, something felt subtly different. Maybe it was the way Maddie’s eyes lingered on her longer than usual when they passed in the kitchen. Or the brief touch to the small of Carrie’s back as Maddie reached around her for a glass. Little things. Easy to dismiss as imagination or holiday affection.
As the evening wore on, the alcohol flowed freely. Wine, cocktails, and Rick’s famous spiked eggnog (made complete with 5 different liquors). People grew louder, cheeks flushed, and laughter became easier. Someone started a game of holiday charades that devolved into chaos and heavy laughter as it took a more risque turn at spots. Carrie found herself beside Maddie on the couch, thighs brushing as they teamed up against Rick and his brother, the strongest competition in the game. Every time they won a round, however, Maddie’s hand would land on Carrie’s knee in celebration. Its touch was warm and firm,lingering just a second longer each time.
Eventually, Rick glanced at the clock and then at Maddie, who was on her fourth glass of wine. Carrie and Rick had already planned on having Maddie stay the night; she usually did when she came into town.
“You’re not driving home tonight,” he said matter-of-factly. “We set up the guest room for you. Top of the stairs, second door on the right.”
Maddie saluted with her glass. “Yes, sir. Responsible adulting.” She laughed it off but knew that it was for the best.
Carrie stood. “Come on, I’ll show you where everything is before you get roped into another round of charades. We need to quit when we are on top.”
Maddie grabbed her overnight bag from the entryway and followed Carrie up the stairs. The noise of the party faded behind them. Upstairs, the hallway was quieter, lit only by the soft glow of a small Christmas tree on the landing. Carrie led the way to the guest room, pushing the door open to lead Maddie inside to her usual room.
The room was cozy: a queen bed dressed in fresh white linens and a red quilt, a small dresser, an armchair by the window overlooking the snowy backyard. A string of white lights draped along the headboard gave everything a gentle, intimate warmth.
“As always, towels are in the hall closet if you want to shower in the morning,” Carrie said, stepping inside and setting Maddie’s wine bottle on the dresser. “I also placed some extra blankets in the chest if you get cold, and you know where the bathroom is.”
Maddie dropped her bag on the armchair and turned in a slow circle, taking it in. “You guys are too good to me.” She smiled, but there was something softer in it now, less performative than downstairs. “Seriously. Thank you.”
Carrie waved it off. “You’re like family. It’s nothing at all.”
They stood in silence for a moment, the distant hum of music and laughter drifting up quietly from below. Carrie moved to leave, but Maddie’s voice stopped her.
“Hey… can we talk for a second?”
Carrie turned back softly, her eyebrows raised. “Of course. Is everything okay?”
Maddie took a breath, running a hand through the long side of her hair. She looked suddenly nervous, which was something Carrie rarely saw.
“Yeah. More than okay, actually. I just… I’ve been wanting to say something for a while.” She met Carrie’s eyes, steady but vulnerable. “A long while.”
Carrie felt a small flutter in her stomach, though she wasn’t sure why. She leaned against the doorframe, arms loosely crossed. “Okay. I’m listening.”
Maddie closed the distance between them in two slow steps, stopping just close enough that Carrie could feel the warmth radiating from her body. The string of lights cast a soft golden haze over Maddie’s face, highlighting the sharp line of her undercut and the gentle curve where her longer hair brushed her cheek.
“I’ve had feelings for you for years, Carrie,” Maddie said quietly. Her voice was steady, but her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her dress. “Not just friendship feelings. Real ones. The kind where I notice how your sweater hugs your hips when you bend over to pick something up. The kind where I have to look away when you laugh because it twists me up inside.”
Carrie’s breath caught. She had expected anything ranging from a work problem to family drama, but not this. The room felt suddenly smaller.
“I didn’t say anything before because… well, you were with Rick, and you are happy, and I didn’t want to mess that up. But after I came out to you, and you were so completely okay with it, I kept thinking maybe… maybe there was a chance you’d at least hear me out.” Maddie’s blue eyes searched Carrie’s face. “I don’t expect anything. I just couldn’t keep carrying it alone anymore.”
Carrie swallowed. She thought of all the nights they’d stayed up talking, the easy way Maddie always touched her. A hand on her arm or a hug that lasted a beat longer than necessary. Things she’d filed away as best-friend affection now rearranged themselves into something clearer, brighter, and a little terrifying.
“I don’t know what to say,” Carrie whispered. It was honest. Her mind spun with questions, but beneath them ran a current of something warmer. It was a curiosity or maybe even recognition.
“You don’t have to say anything right now.” Maddie’s voice softened. “I just needed you to know.”
Silence stretched between them. They stood there as Carrie’s gaze dropped to Maddie’s mouth. Carrie saw her full lips painted a deep berry shade tonight and then flicked back up. She saw the moment Maddie noticed and saw her pupils almost widen.
“Can I…” Maddie started, then stopped. She lifted one hand slowly, giving Carrie every chance to step back. When Carrie didn’t, however, Maddie brushed a knuckle along her cheekbone, feather-light. “God, you’re so beautiful.”
Carrie’s breath trembled out of her. The touch was simple and innocent, but yet it lit her skin like a match. She leaned into it without thinking.
Maddie took that as permission. She closed the last inch of space, cupping Carrie’s face gently, thumbs stroking along her jaw and leaning into her lips. Maddie’s lips brushed Carrie’s once, twice, and then she waited. When Carrie parted her lips on a soft exhale, Maddie deepened the kiss, slowly and deliberately, tasting red wine and peppermint from the candy bowl downstairs.
Carrie made a small, surprised sound that turned into a sigh. She had kissed women before, in college experiments that felt distant and silly now, but this was different. This was Maddie, her best friend from their teens, kissing her like she’d been dreaming of it for years. There was a hunger within it, that left almost a craving for more.
Maddie pulled back just enough to rest her forehead against Carrie’s. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
Carrie answered by kissing her again, more confidently this time. Her hands found Maddie’s waist, fingers curling into the soft fabric of the black dress. The kiss grew heated, open-mouthed and slow, giving time for their tongues to slide together in a way that sent a pooling heat low in Carrie’s belly.
They moved without discussion toward the bed, shedding their inhibitions with every step. Maddie eased Carrie down onto the red quilt, following her down and kneeling between her legs. The string of lights glowed behind her, turning the shaved side of her head into a soft silhouette.
Maddie’s hands slid up Carrie’s sides, pushing the red sweater higher inch by inch until it bunched beneath her arms. Carrie lifted her arms so Maddie could pull it off entirely, leaving her upper body in only a simple black bra that contrasted softly against her skin. Maddie paused, drinking her in.
“Jesus, Carrie,” she murmured, voice rough. She traced the lace edge of the bra with one fingertip, then slid it lower over the gentle curve of Carrie’s breast. Carrie’s nipple tightened instantly beneath the fabric, and she arched into the touch.
Maddie smiled and leaned down, allowing her lips to kiss along Carrie’s collarbone, tasting her skin as she kissed a path downward. Her nose nudged the bra strap to the side and over her shoulder slightly, before she tugged the cup down to expose one breast. Carrie gasped as cool air hit sensitive skin and then moaned softly when Maddie’s warm mouth closed over her nipple.
The sensation was electric. Maddie licked and sucked with perfect pressure; her teeth grazed just enough to make Carrie’s hips shift restlessly. Her hands threaded into Maddie’s long hair, holding her there as fleeting pleasure sparked through her body.
Maddie switched to the other breast, giving it the same devoted attention while one hand drifted lower, fingers tracing the waistband of Carrie’s skirt. She looked up, eyes dark and questioning. Carrie nodded as she let out a soft sigh of approval.
The skirt unzipped easily under Maddie’s practiced fingers. She eased it down Carrie’s hips along with her tights, leaving her in simple black panties that were already damp at the center. Maddie exhaled nervously.
“Look at you,” she whispered, settling between Carrie’s thighs. She pressed open-mouthed kisses along the soft skin of Carrie’s inner thigh, working higher with deliberate slowness. Carrie’s legs fell open naturally, inviting her in further.
When Maddie finally hooked her fingers into the waistband of Carrie’s panties and drew them down, Carrie felt exposed in the best possible way. Maddie paused to admire her, spreading her gently with thumbs, and the raw want on her face made Carrie’s heart stutter.
The first slow lick had Carrie’s head falling back against the pillow. Maddie took her time as she used long and flat strokes of her tongue followed by delicate flicks over her clit that built the pressure steadily. She knew exactly what she was doing, alternating rhythms until Carrie was trembling, weaving her fingers tight in Maddie’s hair.
“Maddie… please…” Carrie breathed, hips rocking in tiny, helpless movements.
Maddie hummed against her, making the vibration draw a broken moan from Carrie’s throat. She slid two fingers inside slowly, curling them just right, and Carrie’s back arched off the bed. The dual sensation between the wet heat of Maddie’s mouth and the perfect pressure inside was overwhelming in the most exquisite way.
Carrie had always enjoyed sex with Rick, but this was something else entirely; it was softer, more intuitive, and every touch was practically calibrated to her reactions. Maddie seemed to sense when she was close, easing off just enough to draw it out, then building again until Carrie was pleading in earnest.
When release finally came, it rolled through her in long, shuddering waves. Maddie stayed with her through it, licking gently until the last aftershock faded and Carrie tugged softly at her hair.
Maddie crawled back up, kissing her deeply so Carrie could taste herself on her tongue. Carrie wrapped arms and legs around her, holding tight, heart racing against Maddie’s chest.
After a moment, Carrie’s hands began to wander with new purpose. She tugged at the hem of Maddie’s dress. “I want to touch you too,” she said, voice hushed but determined.
Maddie’s breath hitched. “You sure? You don’t have to.”
“I want to. I want to try,” Carrie repeated, more firmly. She sat up, pulling Maddie with her. With trembling fingers, she gathered the fabric of the black dress and lifted it over Maddie’s head, revealing the intricate tattoo sleeve and the dark lace bra underneath. Carrie traced the ink with her fingertips, then reached behind to unclasp her bra. It fell away, exposing Maddie’s smaller, pert breasts and pointed nipples.
Carrie leaned in, kissing one tentatively, then more confidently as Maddie let out a soft, encouraging sound. She circled the nipple with her tongue, mimicking what had felt good on her own, but she was clearly exploring. Carrie tried different pressures, listening to Maddie’s breathing for cues.
Lowering herself further, she kissed down Maddie’s stomach, pausing at the edge of her lace panties. She looked up, suddenly uncertain. “Tell me if I do something wrong.”
Maddie smiled, cupping Carrie’s cheek gently. “You won’t. Just… do what feels natural. Copy what you think feels good.”
Carrie slid the panties down Maddie’s legs, then settled between them, being up close and personal with a pussy for the first time. She started slowly, placing hesitant kisses along the inside of Maddie’s thighs, followed by a cautious lick that made Maddie inhale sharply. Encouraged by her reaction, Carrie tried again, exploring with broader strokes of her tongue, then focusing on the spot that previously made Maddie’s hips twitch. She was attentive, adjusting when Maddie’s hand gently guided her head or when a particular angle drew a gasp. Her eyes focused upwards at Maddie’s face, looking for the pleasure to show.
It was new, and she was a little clumsy, being a little too light at first, then a little too eager. But the earnestness of it, the clear desire to please, made it incredibly intimate. Maddie’s breathing grew ragged, her fingers tightening in Carrie’s short hair.
“Right there… yes, like that… don’t stop,” Maddie whispered, voice breaking.
Carrie smiled at Maddie’s words and stayed with the rhythm. Soon Maddie was trembling with her thighs tensing around her. When she came, it was with a low, drawn-out moan, her body arching beautifully under Carrie’s mouth.
Carrie crawled back up, face flushed with effort and a touch of worry. “Was that… okay? I’ve never… I mean, I wasn’t sure if I was doing it right.”
Maddie laughed breathlessly, pulling Carrie down into a slow, lingering kiss. “Are you kidding? That was incredible.” She brushed Carrie’s hair back, looking at her with soft, shining eyes. Her thumb softly stroked Carrie’s cheek as she cupped her face. “For your first time going down on a woman? You were perfect. Better than perfect. I’m still shaking.”
Carrie’s anxious expression melted into a shy, radiant smile. “Really?”
“Really,” Maddie assured her, kissing the tip of her nose. “You paid attention. You cared. That’s ninety percent of it.”
They lay tangled together afterward, breathing slowing, skin flushed and damp. Maddie traced idle patterns on Carrie’s bare back.
“That was…” Carrie started, then laughed softly. “I don’t have words.”
Maddie pressed a kiss to her temple. “Me neither.”
The muffled thump of bass and laughter from downstairs felt miles away as Carrie and Maddie lay tangled in the sheets, skin cooling, hearts still racing. Carrie rested her head on Maddie’s shoulder, tracing lazy circles over the inked skin of her arm. The string of lights twinkled like distant stars, casting soft shadows across the bed. Maddie soon pressed a kiss to the top of Carrie’s head, then shifted to reach for her discarded dress on the floor.
“We should probably head back down before someone sends a search party,” she said, though she made no real move to get up.
Carrie nodded, but neither of them moved right away. The moment felt fragile and precious, like if they left the room too soon it might vanish.
Downstairs, Rick wiped his hands on a dish towel and glanced around the living room. The party was still going strong, but he’d noticed Carrie and Maddie slip away almost twenty minutes ago. At first he’d thought nothing of it and assumed that Carrie was probably just showing Maddie the guest room. Carrie always had a way of making sure Maddie had everything she needed. But twenty minutes was a long time for towels and blankets.
He topped off his own glass with what was left of the eggnog and did a casual lap through the main floor. No sign of either woman. A few guests asked where Carrie had gone; he shrugged it off with a smile, saying she was playing hostess upstairs.
Curiosity pulled him toward the stairs. He took them slowly, the noise fading with each step. The hallway was quiet, the small Christmas tree on the landing glowing softly. The guest room door was closed, but a thin line of light showed beneath it.
He raised his hand to knock, then paused. There was no sound, no voices, no movement. Just silence. He frowned, knocked lightly.
“Carrie? Are you in there?”
A beat of silence. Then a muffled rustle, and Carrie’s voice, slightly breathless: “Yeah…be right out!”
Rick’s brow creased. Something in her tone was off. It was higher pitched than usual and almost hurried. He waited a moment, then tried the handle. The door wasn’t locked. He pushed it open slowly and the sight stopped him cold.
Carrie sat bolt upright on the edge of the bed, clutching the red quilt to her chest, cheeks flushed crimson. Her red sweater and skirt lay in a heap on the floor, along with her bra and panties. Maddie was beside her, half-sitting, half-lying back against the pillows, black dress pulled hastily back on but unzipped in the back, hair tousled, lips swollen and smeared with her lipstick. The air smelled faintly of sex, musk, and vanilla. For a long second, nobody spoke.
Rick’s eyes moved from his wife to her best friend and back again. Shock hit first, sharp and cold in his chest, like ice water down his spine. His mind raced: How long? Why now? But as the seconds ticked by, the shock morphed. He took in the details: the way Carrie’s short brown hair stuck to her damp forehead, the faint bite mark blooming on Maddie’s collarbone, the rumpled sheets that spoke of passion. Almost immediately, something else followed: a slow, unexpected wave of heat, building low in his stomach. The scene in front of him was raw, intimate, and undeniably erotic. His wife looked radiant. Undone in a way he hadn’t seen in years.
Carrie found her voice first. “Rick… I…we…”
He stepped inside and closed the door behind him with a soft click, leaning back against it to steady himself. His gaze lingered on the flush riding high on Carrie’s chest, the way her fingers clutched the quilt like it might protect her. On Maddie’s bare shoulder where the dress had slipped down, the faint red marks visible on her throat that could only have come from Carrie’s mouth.
“I was wondering where you two disappeared to,” he said, voice low, surprisingly steady despite the unease in his chest.
Carrie’s eyes were wide and full of panic, and shimmering with unshed tears. “I’m sorry. I didn’t… we didn’t plan this. It just… happened. Maddie told me how she felt, and I… I was curious. I didn’t mean to hurt you, Rick.”
Rick pushed off the door and took a slow step forward. “Looks like it happened pretty thoroughly.” His tone wasn’t accusatory. If anything, it was curious and laced with something darker.
Maddie sat up fully now, pulling the dress straps into place with trembling hands. “Rick, I swear I didn’t come here to cause trouble. I’ve cared about her for so long, and tonight… the alcohol, the moment… I’m sorry if… ”
He held up a hand, stopping her. His eyes never left Carrie. “Did you want it?” he asked his wife quietly, his eyes searching hers.
Carrie swallowed hard, then nodded. “Yes.”
“And you liked it?” His voice dropped lower, rougher.
Another nod, smaller this time, but honest. “Yes,” she whispered, her cheeks burning even hotter.
Rick exhaled slowly, running a hand through his short dark hair. The shock was still there, buzzing like static, but beneath it, his arousal was building fast, with his cock straining against his khakis. He’d always found Maddie attractive as any man with eyes did. Her edgy style, her confidence, the way she moved with that athletic grace. But seeing her with Carrie, seeing his wife undone, glowing, lips bitten and hair a mess, did something primal to him. It wasn’t jealousy twisting in his gut; it was want.
He crossed the room in three strides and cupped Carrie’s face, tilting it up to him. Her eyes searched his face, terrified he’d be angry, that this would shatter everything. Instead, he kissed her deep and possessive, tasting the faint salt of her earlier pleasure mingled with Maddie’s sweetness on her tongue. Carrie made a soft, startled sound that melted into a moan, her body relaxing against him as relief flooded her as she shut her eyes into his kiss.
When he pulled back, his voice was rough, breath coming faster. “Don’t apologize. Just… show me.”
Carrie’s breath hitched, her brown eyes widening in surprise and dawning desire. She glanced at Maddie, who was watching them with dark, hungry eyes, her blue gaze flicking between husband and wife. Something unspoken passed between the two women; it was a permission, an invitation, a shared spark of excitement.
Maddie moved first, sliding closer on the bed until she was pressed against Carrie’s side. She brushed Carrie’s hair back gently and kissed the curve of her neck, slow and deliberate, her tongue flicking out to taste the salt of her skin. Carrie’s eyes fluttered shut, a soft whimper escaping her lips as the quilt slipped lower, exposing the tops of her full breasts.
Rick’s pulse pounded in his ears, his erection now fully hard and begging to escape his pants. He kicked off his shoes, unbuttoned his light purple shirt and let it fall to the floor, revealing his broad chest, the smattering of dark hair trailing down to his belt. Carrie watched him through half-open eyes, her lips parting as he climbed onto the bed behind her. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her back against his chest, the heat of his body seeping through his slacks. He kissed along her shoulder, nipping lightly, while Maddie claimed her mouth in a deep kiss.
Carrie melted between them, overwhelmed in the best way. Rick’s hands were familiar, while Maddie’s were softer, more exploratory as her nails grazed lightly over her skin. Together, they were a symphony of sensations that had her squirming already.
Rick tugged the quilt away entirely, leaving Carrie bare to them both. The cool air of the room causes her nipples to harden into tight peaks. He cupped her breasts from behind, thumbs circling the sensitive buds until she arched with a whimper. Maddie broke the kiss to lean down, taking one nipple into her warm mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, her tongue swirling in circles that mirrored Rick’s fingers on the other side.
Carrie’s head fell back against Rick’s shoulder, making her short hair tickle his neck. “Oh God…” she breathed out with a trembling voice. The dual assault was exquisite. Between Rick’s firm touch and Maddie’s teasing, she felt like she was floating.
Rick’s erection pressed hard against her lower back through his pants. He ground against her slowly, letting her feel what this was doing to him and the promise of more. Maddie glanced up from Carrie’s breast, met his eyes over Carrie’s shoulder, and smiled, her blue eyes gleaming with mischief and desire. She released the nipple with a soft pop, leaving it glistening, and trailed her hand down Carrie’s stomach, fingers dancing over the soft curve of her belly before dipping lower.
Rick shifted them all so Carrie lay back against the pillows, legs spread wide. He stayed beside her, one hand stroking her inner thigh, parting her legs further as Maddie settled between them. The sight of Maddie there, her hair falling over one shoulder and her tattoo sleeve flexing as she positioned herself, made Rick’s breath catch. She looked up at him as she leaned in, her tongue darting out for a slow, deliberate stripe up Carrie’s center, from entrance to clit.
Carrie cried out softly, hips bucking involuntarily. Rick groaned at the sight as his wife’s pleasure was laid bare by another woman’s mouth. He leaned down to kiss Carrie deeply as she turned her head, swallowing her moans. Maddie worked her with expert precision, using long, flat strokes of her tongue to build the heat, then delicate flicks and circles over her clit that had Carrie trembling. She slid one finger inside, then two, curling them against that sensitive spot while her mouth sucked gently.
Carrie’s hands fisted in the sheets, her body arching. “Please… don’t stop…” she gasped against Rick’s lips.
Rick broke the kiss to watch, his hand moving to stroke himself through his pants, the friction almost painful now. Maddie met his gaze again as she hummed against Carrie, the vibration sending Carrie over the edge. Release crashed through her in shuddering waves, her inner muscles clenching around Maddie’s fingers, a moan escaping her throat. Rick held her through it, one arm around her shoulders, whispering encouragement in her ear: “That’s it, baby… let go…”
As she came down, panting and boneless, Rick stood to undress fully. He unbuckled his belt with deliberate slowness, letting the women watch as he pushed down his pants and boxers, allowing his cock to spring free. Maddie crawled up beside Carrie, kissing her lazily, sharing the taste of her arousal while Rick rejoined them on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight.
Carrie’s brown eyes were hazy with satisfaction, but sparked with fresh hunger as she reached for him. Maddie spooned behind her, kissing her neck, hands roaming over Carrie’s hips and ass. Rick lifted Carrie’s leg over his hip, positioning himself at her entrance. She was soaked, slick from Maddie’s attentions and her own releases, and he slid into her slowly, inch by inch, savoring the tight, wet heat that enveloped him.
Carrie gasped at the stretch, still sensitive from before, as her nails dug into his shoulder. Rick groaned as her hole clenched around him like velvet. He started a slow, deep rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in, each movement deliberate to build the pleasure. Maddie’s hand slid down between them, her fingers finding Carrie’s clit and circling it in time with Rick’s thrusts, adding layers of sensation that had Carrie whimpering.
The room filled with the sounds of their passion: wet slaps of skin, heavy breathing, soft moans. Rick kissed Carrie fiercely, then leaned over her to capture Maddie’s mouth in a heated kiss, his first with her. She tasted like Carrie, like wine and desire, and it sent a fresh jolt through him. Maddie moaned into his mouth, her free hand reaching to stroke his back, nails scraping lightly.
Carrie watched them kiss above her, the sight igniting something wild inside her. “More,” she breathed, rocking her hips to meet Rick’s thrusts. He obliged, picking up the pace, driving deeper and harder. Maddie’s fingers moved faster on her clit, and Carrie felt another orgasm building in her core.
Maddie whispered in her ear. “Let go, baby. We’ve got you. Come for us.”
The words, combined with the relentless rhythm of Rick inside her and Maddie’s skilled touch, shattered Carrie. She came hard, inner walls pulsing around Rick in rhythmic squeezes, pulling a sound of pleasure from his throat. The sensation was too much; he followed moments later, burying himself deep and spilling with a low groan, his body tensing as pleasure ripped through him.
They collapsed in a heap on the mattress. Rick pulls out carefully and then gathers both women close. Carrie lay in the middle, dazed and glowing, one arm around Rick’s waist, the other reaching back to hold Maddie’s hand. Their bodies were a tangle of limbs, slick with sweat, hearts pounding in unison.
For a long moment, no one spoke. Then Rick pressed a kiss to Carrie’s temple.
“You okay?” he asked softly, his voice tender now.
She nodded, turning to bury her face in his neck. “More than okay. That was… everything.”
Maddie nuzzled the back of her shoulder. “That was… intense. And amazing.”
Rick chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Yeah. Intense is one word for it.”
Carrie lifted her head, looking between them—her husband, her best friend, both watching her with soft, sated expressions. A mix of emotions swirled in her: love, gratitude, a thrilling sense of discovery.
“I love you,” she said to Rick, her voice steady. Then, turning slightly, to Maddie: “And I… I don’t know what this means yet, but I don’t regret it. Any of it.”
Rick kissed her again, slow and reassuring. “We’ll figure it out. Together. No rush.”
Maddie squeezed her hand, her blue eyes warm. “No pressure. Tonight was… perfect. A gift.”
They lay there a while longer, catching their breath, trading lazy kisses and gentle touches. The lights continued to glow softly, the distant party sounds a reminder of the world outside. Eventually, reality crept back in of the party still humming downstairs and the guests who might start wondering.
Rick sat up first, running a hand through his hair, which was now thoroughly disheveled. “We should probably make an appearance before people start wondering if we’ve all been abducted by elves or something.”
Carrie laughed and broke the last remnants of tension. “Give me five minutes to look like I haven’t just been thoroughly ravished by my husband and my best friend.”
Maddie grinned, stretching languidly. “Make it ten. I need to fix my hair, and maybe find my dignity.”
They dressed slowly, stealing kisses and touches along the way, the air between them charged with new possibility and affection. When they finally headed downstairs, Carrie in front with her cheeks still flushed, Rick behind her and his arm casually around her waist and Maddie bringing up the rear with a secret, satisfied smile, no one seemed to notice they’d been gone nearly an hour.
As the last guests bundled up and called out their goodnights, Carrie shut the door against the swirling snow and leaned back with a tired but radiant smile. The house was finally quiet, the tree lights still twinkling, and the fire reduced to glowing embers.
Rick locked the door and turned to the two women waiting in the entryway. Maddie never really intended to drive home tonight but the question hung in the air, anyway.
Carrie reached for both of them, taking Rick’s hand in one of hers and Maddie’s in the other. “Come to bed,” she said simply, her voice soft but certain. “The real bed. With us.”
Maddie’s blue eyes searched Carrie’s face, then flicked to Rick. He gave a small nod, a warm, welcoming smile breaking across his face. “Plenty of room,” he added.
They moved together toward the master bedroom, shedding outer layers as they went; shoes kicked off, Maddie’s bag left by the door. In the dim glow of bedside lamps, they undressed slowly, trading gentle kisses and lingering touches. There was no urgency now, only the quiet certainty of more to come.
