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The Whole Damn Bakery
It’s Aoife’s birthday and all she wants is… a big sexy party.
And there are baked goods. Of course.
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“It’s Aoife’s party and she’ll fuck if she wants to,” Imogen sings as she shimmies around the bathroom, doing her makeup. “Fuck if she wants to, fuck if she wants to!”
“You would fuck too if orgies happened to you!” Chris sings back, coming into the bathroom to grab some hair gel. “You okay, birthday girl?” He kisses me on the cheek from behind.
“Yeah, nervous,” I admit, putting down the hair straighteners on the heatproof mat. “I want everyone to have a good time.”
“Everyone will,” Immy tells me, kissing my other cheek. “This is going to be hot!”
“And you’re sure you don’t mind having Bea join us?” I know they’ve said a dozen times that they’re looking forward to it, but I still feel the need to check. Especially with Christian, who is still relatively new to multiple partners and ethical non-monogamy. “Chris?”
“Aoife,” he murmurs, hooking his arms around me from behind and nuzzling my neck. “I can’t wait to see the ecstasy in your face when you have every hole filled, and I’m honoured to be one of those filling you up.”
“Why are you nervous now, babe?” Imogen asks, hugging my front. “We’ve had sex parties before.”
“But not since Christian, and our throuple is so secure,” I tell them. “I don’t want to ruin it…” I look into Immy’s blue eyes, and then look at Chris in the mirror. “I love you both so much.”
“We love you,” Chris replies, his lips grazing my ear. “And we want to give you this experience. With Bea, who you have fancied for an age. Who can blame you?”
“We all fancy her, babe,” I reply.
The three of us grin at each other. Bea, the manager of La Petite Mort, our favourite adult store, is a wet dream with creamy peachy skin, glossy red hair and curves for days. Bea, Imogen and I have always flirted, but never hooked up before. When I told my loves about the fantasy I had about a foursome with Bea, they went and asked her! Well, Imogen asked and Chris stood next to her red-faced, bless his heart.
“And at any point, if you or we don’t like it, we’ll stop,” Immy reassures me. “Come on now, let’s finish getting ready. The others will be here soon.”
By the time Imogen and I come into the living room, Chris has set out the food, a nice buffet of light bites because we’ve all eaten our bodyweight in Christmas stodge over the past few days. The three of us stayed here for Christmas Day, but we went to Kent for Boxing Day, visiting both Chris’s and Imogen’s family.
Imogen’s family know me and accept our unconventional relationship, so they weren’t surprised by us turning up with Christian. Chris’s family however… well, they tried. He is the apple of his parents’ eye and they have always wanted him to get married and give them lots of grandbabies; that is so not our scene.
My own family in Ireland made it clear that I’m only welcome at home if I leave my ‘alternative lifestyle’ in London. Last year I did, and had a miserable Christmas, birthday and New Year alone in my parents’ chintz palace. This year has been a joy in comparison.
The doorbell rings and I rush to get it.
“Happy birthday!” Nick and Charlie chorus before they hug me in turn.
They are both seriously good-looking beggars. Charlie’s wearing a sheer black t-shirt tucked into fitted silk trousers, while Nick is wearing a skintight t-shirt in bisexual flag colours with slightly looser grey trousers.
“Thank you, loves!”
“You look gorgeous,” Charlie adds, his eyes sweeping over my skintight, sleeveless green vintage Herve Leger bandage dress and matching Manolo stilettos. “Birthday present?”
“To myself,” I reply, giving them a twirl. Charlie giggles, but Nick does a half-smile and grips Charlie’s hand. “You okay, Nick? Nervous?”
“Yeah,” he mumbles, shifting his weight from side to side. “Just… I want this to go well for you. It’s your thirtieth birthday.”
“It will, sweetheart,” Charlie replies, standing on his tiptoes to kiss Nick on the cheek. He lifts up a huge camera bag. “We’ve got the equipment. Is everyone here?”
“Just waiting on one more,” I tell them. “Our uh, fourth.”
“The mysterious fourth,” Charlie drawls. “Seriously, is she someone we know?”
I decide to give them a titbit. After all, she’s going to be here anytime soon.
“Yes, I think you know her,” I tease. “You’ve definitely met her, more than once.”
“A girl we’ve met before…” Nick murmurs. “Oh!” he suddenly cries, and whispers into Charlie’s ear.
“Yes!” Charlie agrees with a gleam in his eye. “Makes total sense.”
The doorbell rings just then, making all of us jump.
“Guess you’re going to find out!” I say, looking over at Chris and Immy who move from the kitchen to the living room.
I take a deep breath and open the door.
“Hi Bea,” I say, “thank you so much for coming.”
“Thank you,” Bea says, taking off her swishy, black velvet coat. “I’m looking forward to tonight.”
“We were right,” I see Nick mouth to Charlie, who kisses him at the side of his mouth. “Hey Bea! Good to see you.”
“Sorry I didn’t give you guys a heads-up when you were at La Petite Mort yesterday,” Bea replies. “I wasn’t sure if Aoife had told you I was coming tonight, or if it was a surprise.”
“No worries,” Nick replies, still a little nervous. “Nice surprise.”
Bea gives Nick a grin, and puts her leather backpack down by the front door. She looks phenomenal. She’s wearing a burgundy corset dress with a flared skirt, emphasising her cleavage and her tiny waist.
“Welcome!” Immy cries. “I’m so glad we are finally doing this.”
“Me too,” Bea agrees, taking a seat in one of the armchairs. “You guys are some of my favourite customers.” She turns to Chris. “Hey, it’s Chris, right?” Chris nods, biting his lip. “Nice to see you again.”
“Let me get us a round of drinks and then we can chat, okay?” Imogen says, getting up. She looks utterly gorgeous in a silver fringed mini dress and platform silver wedge heels. “What does everyone want?”
We drink and chat and have some nibbles for a while, but when there’s a lull in the conversation, Immy stands up.
“Thank you guys for coming tonight to help us celebrate Aoife’s thirtieth birthday,” she says, raising her wine glass. Everyone raises theirs and cheers. “When Chris and I asked her what she wanted, all she said was…” Imogen attempts and fails to mimic my accent. “… As many fecking orgasms as possible, babe!”
Everyone laughs.
“It’s true!” I say, blowing Immy a kiss. “And to see my friends enjoying some orgasms too.”
“We thought that we’d start with just the girls,” Chris murmurs, his cheeks flushing as his eyes land on Bea, or more specifically, her ample rack. He loves playing with tits. She notices, and gives him a little wink which makes him colour red adorably. “I’ll be waiting in the wings for when you want me, while Nick and Charlie are on camera duty.”
“And when we four need a break,” I add, “we’ll watch Nick and Charlie. Right?”
Nick and Charlie reach for each other’s hands and nod.
“So, uh, you two won’t be involved with anyone else?” Bea checks, her eyes flicking for a second from Chris to Nick to Charlie before looking back at me.
“No, we are happy to watch and be watched by others, but we only have sex with each other,” Nick clarifies.
“Got it,” Bea replies, and if she’s disappointed, she doesn’t let it show. “Aoife, I brought some toys and things from the store. I thought you’d appreciate them.”
“Sounds amazing,” I reply, giving her a warm smile. “Looking forward to see what goodies you’ve got us.”
She drops her gaze and smiles coyly before looking back at me. Oh yeah, this is going to be fun.
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We’ve already tidied the bedroom and put up some soft lights that cast the room in a pinkish glow. Butterflies explode in my stomach as Imogen, Bea and I sit down on the bed. Nick positions a camera and monitor in front of us, while Charlie hangs up two smaller ones behind us. Meanwhile, Chris checks and double checks the supplies and toys.
“We’re ready when you are,” Nick murmurs, taking a seat in front of a monitor.
Charlie lifts up the dressing table stool and moves it in front of Nick, then sits right up against his husband’s chest. Nick is entranced, and gently strokes his fingertips over Charlie’s chest, catching his nipples. Charlie sighs and rests his head back on Nick’s shoulder; Nick licks and kisses Charlie’s neck.
“Guys,” Chris begins. “Ladies first, remember?”
“Sorry,” Nick murmurs, but keeps hold of Charlie by his waist. “Got carried away.”
“Looking forward to more of that later,” Bea says with a wink, and then turns to me. “But right now, I’m all yours, Aoife.”
I nod at Nick, who gives me a thumbs-up, and then bring my hand to Bea’s brilliant red hair. She leans into my touch and I lean forward, making eye contact with Imogen who nods. With my love’s blessing, I kiss Bea gently. She opens her mouth eagerly, and lets me slide my tongue along hers. She tastes of honey and mint, and her hands grip my waist.
Imogen’s warm hands cover mine, and she moves them up to Bea’s ample bosoms. As Imogen starts to kiss along Bea’s shoulder, I hear Chris sigh, and a bolt of desire and love shoots through me. It makes me unendingly happy that he, and Imogen, are happy.
Bea starts to stroke my knees, and soon her hands are creeping up my inner thighs. I start to get wet with the advance of Bea’s fingers, with the anticipation of where they’ll go. Imogen moves her hands off mine and slips one strap off my shoulder. She knows I’m ready.
“Stand up, my love,” Imogen murmurs. “It’s time to decorate the floor.”
Bea and I laugh, and I stand and turn, so Imogen can get at the zip of my dress. Meanwhile, Bea stands too, and watches me watch her as she starts to pull at the laces of her corset. As Imogen slips my dress off my shoulders and down my body, Bea lets her corset dress fall, revealing her huge, creamy, natural breasts, complete with wide pink aureolae and juicy nipples.
“Holy fuck-balls,” I hear Chris mumble across the room. “I mean, holy fuck-tits… wow.”
There’s a ripple of laughter through the room, including Nick and Charlie. Bea grins, then spins around so her boobs jiggle, which makes both Imogen and I stop and stare.
“Imogen, darling, you are kind of overdressed,” Bea points out. “May I do the honours?”
Imogen swaps places with me to let Bea take off her sparkly dress, and then the three of us are standing in front of the bed; Imogen is wearing a silver-grey bra and cheeky Brazilian knickers set, I’m not wearing anything (my dress was too tight) and Bea is wearing a burgundy lace thong.
“Now you twos are overdressed,” I murmur, snapping the elastic of their panties. “I want all of us naked.”
Bea turns and bends over the bed, so I crouch next to her hips and pull the thong down her legs; she kicks it away. I leave her there and look at Imogen, tilting my head.
“The bra is front-opening,” Imogen replies, placing her hands behind her back.
I kiss her softly, licking at her top lip, before cupping her breasts and flicking open the clasp with my thumb. Then, as she shrugs off the bra, I push her naughty knickers down her legs and cup her rounded arse.
“There,” I whisper. “Now, get on the bed, babe.”
Imogen lies down on her back, and I suddenly want to taste her, desperately.
“She’s so gorgeous,” Bea whispers to me. “All that creamy skin. An English rose.”
“Sit behind Imogen and play with her tits,” I tell her. “I want her pussy.”
Imogen licks her lips in anticipation, and gets ready for me, splaying her legs wide open. I kiss my way from her ankles to the top of her thighs, enjoying the way she squirms. Bea is enjoying herself too, massaging Imogen’s breasts, flicking and rubbing her nipples. Immy is so wet by the time I start stroking her lower lips that she’s almost gushing.
In the background, I hear a sigh. It’s Christian, of course, whose eyes are like saucers, his hand creeping towards his cock.
“Chris,” I say, and his head snaps up as he moves his hands behind his back.
“Aoife?”
“Want to join in?”
“Y-yes!” he stutters. “What do you need, my darling?”
I lean forward, my mouth hovering over Imogen’s pretty kitty, and stick my arse in the air.
“Fuck me from behind as I fuck Immy with my tongue.” He pulls a condom from his pocket before unbuttoning his trousers, but I shake my head. “No rubber, babe, please.”
“Whatever you want, birthday girl,” Chris agrees.
Our rule when it comes to protection is that we use them with others, but within the throuple, we can choose. Sometimes Chris prefers it because he lasts longer, but I want to feel him.
Chris strides forward, completely nude, his cock jutting out in front of him, the tip glistening. He comes behind me and kisses the side of my neck. I turn to kiss him properly, a good, hot, wet kiss with tongue. Then he lines up behind me, and slides in, making me gasp.
“Aoife…” It’s Imogen, and I can smell her delicious arousal. The whole room is starting to smell of sex and it’s so fucking hot.
“I know, babe.”
As Chris fucks me slow and smooth, I slip my fingers into Imogen’s slit, and my hand is coated with wetness. I bring it to my lips, lick it, then pass my hand back for Chris to do the same.
“Imogen, my angel, you taste so delicious,” he moans, pausing as he’s all the way inside me. “Maybe you, Aoife and I can come all together, and then we can take care of Bea?”
“Yes please!” Bea cries. I look up and wink at her, but deep down, I kind of wish it was just the three of us. Suddenly, I’m starting to understand why Nick and Charlie only fuck each other.
“There you go,” Chris murmurs. “Aoife, suck Immy’s clit.”
I love it when he tells me what to do; it doesn’t happen often but he’s getting braver.
“Immy, I think you can put your tongue to good use so Bea doesn’t have to wait,” I say. “Bea, sit on her face.”
The next few minutes are a loud, hot, sweaty, ecstatic frenzy as we all race towards our climaxes. Imogen is all but thrashing against my face, while Chris is slamming into me and Bea is rutting against Imogen’s mouth as Immy flicks her tongue against her pussy.
“Close,” Immy manages to mumble as she gasps for breath. “So close.”
“Me too,” Chris agrees. “Aoife?”
“Need some clit work,” I manage to groan, and without hesitation, Chris moves his right hand over my pussy, while holding my waist tighter with his left arm. “Yeah, that’s it. You know my spot, babe.”
“I know you,” he croaks. “I love you, Aoify.”
“Love you.”
He kisses my shoulder then teases my clit. I feel the orgasm start to build behind my belly button, and then it explodes, a wrecking ball through my insides as pleasure fills every corner of me, from head to toe and beyond.
“Oh, God…!”
Immy is next on the orgasm train, crying out as she shakes, flooding my face with wetness. I love it when she gushes; it’s incredibly hot. However, it does mean that her attention to Bea wanes. I look behind me at Chris, then at Bea, and back at Chris. He nods, grits his teeth and slowly pulls out of me.
“Bea, want some cock to finish off?” I ask, because Chris wouldn’t be that bold.
“Hell yes,” she says, climbing off a still blissed-out Imogen and reaching for a condom before I can ask her to. Then she turns onto her hands and knees.
“Can I play with your tits?” I ask as Chris puts on the rubber.
“Yeah!”
I sit in front of Bea as Chris lines himself up, and as he pushes in, I slide my hands under her and squeeze those big, juicy buns. They’re sensitive, because Bea gasps when I tweak her nipples lightly.
“That’s it,” she mumbles. “To the left a tiny bit, Chris… oh yes… Yes!”
Imogen comes up behind me and wraps her arms around me, kissing my neck as I keep playing with Bea’s breasts while she rides out her orgasm.
“Was that okay?” Chris says, when Bea stops writhing.
“So fucking great,” Bea replies, looking back at Chris. “Have you come yet?”
“No, but I’m close.” He looks at me apologetically. “Sorry, I don’t know why I haven’t yet.”
“No need for sorry,” Imogen says, moving from behind me to sit on the edge of the bed. “What do you need right now?”
“Can I fuck you too, Immy?” he asks quietly. “With Aoife in my eyeline?” He looks at Bea again. “And please may I come over your breasts?”
“Sure, sweetie,” Bea coos.
“Love it!” Imogen cries with her usual enthusiasm.
Chris pulls out of Bea, whips off the condom, and then pushes Imogen backwards before pushing into her. His face softens as he melts into the fuck, smiling as he makes eye contact with me. Immy wraps her legs around him, and he makes love to her; it’s with so much love, and I feel it with every look between us.
A few moments later, he’s crying out, then pulls out of Imogen and explodes over Bea’s tits, covering them in his cream so that it drips off her nipples. Then he lies back next to Imogen, and I lie on top of both of them.
“I love you both so much,” I tell them. “Best birthday ever.”
--
Nick and Charlie would be the worst filmmakers ever in real life, unless it was just one of them. Together, they just distract each other! When we turn our attention to them after our group fuck, they’re completely ignoring us, the cameras and the monitors. Charlie is straddling Nick’s lap, snogging him as if his life depended on it, while Nick’s hands are inside Charlie’s trousers, squeezing his arse with both hands.
“Ahem,” Imogen clears her throat. “Looks like you’re ready for it to be your turn, boys!”
“Um, yeah,” a red-faced Nick agrees. His hair is sticking in all directions; Charlie’s been giving it to him good!
“Just leave the cameras running,” Charlie says. “We’ll edit the videos later.” He gets up, holds out his hand to Nick and pulls his husband up. “You need to fuck me, love. Right now.”
“No arguing here!” Nick lifts Charlie over his shoulder, and keeps him there as he takes off the top bedsheet to reveal a clean one. “I can’t wait.”
“Neither can I,” mumbles Bea, who has helped herself to a glass of Prosecco and some breadsticks. “Their chemistry is like, fire.”
“They are seriously hot together,” Imogen agrees.
Nick has Charlie on his back now, and is straddling his thighs with his knees, attacking the belt and fly of Charlie’s trousers.
“What did you wear for me underneath these sexy trousers, baby?” Nick murmurs as he pulls Charlie’s trousers down to his crotch. “Oh my…”
“Only the best for you, husband,” Charlie croons, raising his hips so Nick can slide the clothing off him. “G-Stringle all the way!”
“Fuck, yeah,” Nick moans, running his fingers along the elastic of Charlie’s underwear, which looks like the tiniest thong possible for man to create. “God, Char, how did I get so lucky?”
Charlie props himself up on his elbows and pouts. Nick leans over and kisses him deeply, before moving to his neck, kissing down his throat. Charlie arches his back, and his cock looks like it’s going to burst out of its flimsy covering.
Nick moves so he is fully over Charlie, resting between his legs, then kisses him again, this time lifting Charlie’s sheer shirt. In a well-practised routine, Charlie raises his arms over his head to let Nick take off the garment, and then starts pulling at Nick’s t-shirt. Nick whips it off, then rolls them both over, so Charlie is on top. He really is wearing the tiniest wee string, and Nick can’t help but tease it, pulling and tweaking it, causing Charlie to gasp into their kisses.
“Nick,” Charlie begins, his voice needy. “Do it. Do the thing.”
Immy, Chris and I look at each other.
“What thing?” Imogen whispers.
We find out a second later, as Nick pushes Charlie up so he’s straddling his hips, cups his arse, then hooks his thumbs under Charlie’s G-String, and pulls. The tiny scrap of material has no chance and it snaps.
“Goddd…”
Charlie’s moan is utterly filthy, as is the way Nick grabs his husband’s arse and kneads it, spreading open his peachy cheeks. But then, a second later, he’s caressing Charlie’s face with such love and devotion that it gives me butterflies.
“Darling, I want to show you off now. Is that okay?” Nick asks softly.
“Yeah.”
Charlie kisses Nick once more, and then jumps off him. Nick undoes the fly of his trousers, then Charlie pulls them off, so they’re both naked.
“Fuck, they’re both so fit,” Bea sighs next to me, and she’s not wrong. “The fact that they’re not interested in anyone else kinda makes their vibe even hotter.”
“It does,” I agree, and find myself consumed with that thought. “Yeah.”
“Oh,” Bea whispers, then strokes my arm. “You’re struggling with sharing Immy and Chris, aren’t you?”
I let out a long, slow breath before looking into Bea’s eyes. There’s no upset there, just understanding.
“I’m so sorry,” I mumble. “I really do fancy you. All three of us do. It was so fun having you join us, but I think my casual days are over.”
“Aoife,” Chris begins, moving to stand next to me. “Are you okay, love?”
“What’s up?” adds Immy.
The wave of love I feel for them almost brings me to tears and I wrap my arms around both of them, drawing them close.
“I think I want the three of us to be closed,” I say. “The three of us, or two out of three of us together at any one time, but nobody else.”
Chris looks over my shoulder at Bea.
“Me too,” he replies.
“Me three,” adds Imogen. She lets go of our group hug and takes both Chris and I by the hand. “Bea, I’m so sorry. You’re amazing, so beautiful and so hot… we thought we were able to still sleep with others after getting with Chris, but it’s clear we’re not.”
Bea shrugs.
“It’s a shame, because damn, you’re all great fucks, but I get it.” She drains her glass, then gestures to the bed where Nick and Charlie have just started to fuck in earnest, cowboy style, totally absorbed in one another. “I’ll just finish watching this masterpiece unfold, and then I’ll be on my way.”
“Are you sure, Bea?” Chris asks. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you like, even if—”
Bea shakes her head.
“There’s a party in the Venus Dungeon tonight which I’d like to catch, so I’m all good,” she says with a genuine smile. “I’ll get railed hard there, all night long.”
Immy and I have been to Venus Dungeon before, but now, any interest I had has gone. I just want to be with Imogen and Chris. They’re my home.
--
“God, we really do look hot on camera,” Imogen says, passing me a cup of cocoa with marshmallows and cream. “Even unedited, this video is smoking!”
“I know, right?” Charlie agrees. He’s reclining against Nick, who is feeding him chocolate buttons. Both are dressed in matching navy blue trackies and sweatshirts, their hair wet from the shower they’ve just taken. “You guys are gorgeous on camera.”
“Especially Round 2 and Round 3,” Nick says, idly nosing Charlie’s hair. “When Chris was inside Aoife and Imogen had the strap-on… that was well hot.”
“We need one of those dildos,” Charlie says, his mouth half-full of chocolate. “Did you get it from Bea?”
“Yeah,” Imogen replies as she massages my sore feet; those Manolo Blahnik stilettos were murder on my toes. “I hope she’ll forgive us.”
“She will,” Chris says with uncharacteristic confidence. “We’re some of her best customers.”
“It’s true," Nick agrees.
Just then, there’s a knock at the door of our flat, and Imogen suddenly jumps up.
“Who’s that at five o’clock in the morning?” I ask, stifling a yawn.
“It’s Puff,” Immy replies, pulling her robe around herself a little tighter as she opens the door. “Hey! Thanks so much for this!”
Puff, Imogen’s business partner at their bakery, kisses Immy’s cheek and then hands her a huge cake box.
“No worries, my dear,” Puff replies. “Enjoy! See you Monday!”
“What’s in the box, angel?” Chris asks.
“Breakfast!”
Imogen places the box on our coffee table, and gestures for me to open it. Inside is a huge selection of little cakes, fruit pies, cookies, brownies, mini croissants and cream-filled brioche rolls.
“Amazing!” Nick cries, moving into a sitting position while keeping Charlie on his lap. “They look bloody delicious.”
“Yeah, it’s the whole damn bakery in a box,” Charlie agrees. “Those brownies look spectacular.”
“I’ve got my eye on that pistachio croissant,” Chris says, licking his lips.
“Brioche all the way,” adds Nick.
“What, did Puff get up early to make these for us?” I ask.
“No, we prepped these yesterday but I wanted it to be a surprise, so they agreed to drop it off this morning,” Immy explains. “Happy birthday Aoife. You deserve more than the whole damn bakery, my love, but it’s a good place to start.”
“Happy birthday Aoife!” everyone cries, holding up their mugs.
My heart stops for a second because it’s filled with so much love and contentment. With Chris and Imogen by my side, and pure-hearted friends like Nick and Charlie, I have everything I need in the world.
fin