Humming to herself, Windy Whistles went about her morning routine. While her start of the day wasn’t all too eventful, involving a shower, some cleaning, and putting together breakfast, it was certainly fulfilling. Retirement had been quite enjoyable for an older mare like herself, but she hadn’t expected it to come so soon.
With a healthy volume of bits coming in from her daughter’s generous salary in the Wonderbolts, she had been able to take on the leisurely life far earlier than she had intended. At first it was nice, then after a bit it started to lessen in appeal, and now, honestly, most days felt somewhat boring. It wasn’t that she wasn’t happy, having a loving husband, talented daughter, and a beautiful home to relax in, but some spice here and there would certainly be appreciated.
Sighing to herself, she shrugged the notion off. As much fun as some, well, fun would be, she really wasn’t in the position to complain. She had everything she needed to enjoy a quaint life, and one aspect of it was the delicious, savory pancakes she had just finished making. Setting down two plates of pancakes, lathering one in a generous amount of syrup, she surveyed the two meals and nodded her head.
“Bow, honey, breakfast is ready!” she called, trotting over to the stairs and yelling up. “Come on before your pancakes get all soggy!”
Upstairs, still laying in the comfort of his bed, Bow grumbled. Roused from his blissful slumber by his wife, he groggily rolled to his side, his eyes slowly fluttering open. The adorable voice of his wife crept to his ears, washing away any grumpiness he had within him. He’d been with her for over twenty years now, and he’d grown to find her voice incredibly relaxing, and also rather…arousing?
Perplexed by the sudden lustful thought, he glanced down and found the answer as to why it happened. Standing tall, hard, and ready, his cock twitched under the blankets. It wasn’t too uncommon for him to wake up with some morning wood, but as of late he’d just been dealing with it rather than sating it. Typically he’d have it treated already with a blowjob from Windy stirring him awake, or even her riding him—though recently that wasn’t the case.
It wasn’t that he wasn’t capable, or that she wasn’t up for it, but more so them both finding their sex life needing a bit of a curveball added to the mix. Being together for so many years meant vanilla sex could, and seemed to, get a bit dull after a bit. It was still enjoyable, and both were extraordinarily fantastic in bed, but the pleasure they received from each other lacked the extra oomph of something new and different.
They’d been theorizing some approaches: cosplays, new kinks, roleplay ideas, and some more, but so far hadn’t had the chance to pursue it. They had intentions on gathering the supplies to add to their debauchery, but hadn’t taken the trip to the red-light district of Cloudsdale just yet. A part of him regretted his procrastinating, as all he could imagine were all the outfits and antics he could see his wife getting into.
Knowing he didn’t have time to rub one out, he rolled out of bed. Stretching out his back and extending his wings, he hastily made the bed. Satisfied with the neatly folded sheets, he trotted downstairs.
As he turned the corner, his eyes met his wife’s, looking into her magenta pools that had swooned him countless times. Her smile was beautiful, but as she turned to make her way back to the kitchen, his attention focused on what was her possible best asset.
That thick, juicy flank.
Two plump, cyan asscheeks built up the mare’s rump, thick as could be. Dotted with a few adorable freckles that matched the ones on her face, the jiggling cheeks of her tush caused his shaft to throb in anticipation. Ever since he had first met her, she’d had an intoxicatingly fat ass—something he found himself forever enthralled with. Ever since they had Rainbow Dash, Windy’s assets had only gotten more enthralling. The milf look suited her well, making that rump of hers somehow even fuller and her hips wider in all the right ways.
Watching her leave his view as she slipped into the kitchen, he shook himself out of his daze. Ogling his wife had only made his aching boner worse, and he silently cursed himself for allowing his lust to dig his hole deeper. Sure, he could probably easily bend her over the kitchen table and fuck her senseless, but he did have some plans for the day.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, he cantered into the kitchen. The sight of a pile of pancakes clouded his lust with a heavy sense of hunger. With his priorities quickly shifting from his eye candy of a wife to his delectable breakfast, he pulled out a chair for her before taking a seat on his own.
Raising a brow, Windy chuckled. “Still such a gentlestud, aren’t you?”
“Oh please, you wish I had that proper, elegant aura of a fine stallion,” he teased, rolling his eyes as he picked up a newspaper.
Windy puffed her cheeks out and frowned at him. “I do not! You’re exactly my type.”
“A big, dumb, yet lovable idiot?”
She smiled, chuckling. “Well, kinda, but you’re my big, not dumb just a bit goofy, idiot.”
She never did get past the lovey-dovey, corny aspect of their relationship, but neither did he. Their affection for each other was certainly timeless, which was also a key factor in why they were always okay with being swingers back in the day.
Bow opened his newspaper and flicked it to get rid of most of its creases. “Guess we know where Rainbow gets that part of her from.” He squinted at the newsletter, perking up. “Speaking of…”
“What is it?” Windy asked as she took a small bite of her pancakes.
Using his wing to grab a fork, Bow took a chunk out of his own breakfast, guiding it to his mouth before continuing. “Shays here -“
Giggling, Windy rolled her eyes. “Preferably tell me with your mouth not fully, honey,”
He paused, lowering the newspaper and giving her an unamused look over it. Obliging her request, he swallowed the sizable chunk of pancakes he had taken and washed it down with some orange juice.
Raising the newspaper back up, he continued. “Looks like she made the paper.”
“That isn’t an awfully uncommon occurrence though, honey.” Windy adorned a proud look, puffing her chest out a bit. “Our daughter has saved Equestria, performed for the Wonderbolts, and so much more after all! There’s a reason she’s the best -“
“Remember, we promised her to cut back on the overwhelming praise bit,” he interrupted, failing to hide his smirk. “But yes, our little Dashie is quite the name nowadays.” He set the newspaper down, tapping it. “Though I definitely didn’t think she’d be involved in Equestria’s foreign affairs—or anything even close to that for the matter.”
Windy’s curiosity piqued, as she reached out and grabbed the newspaper Bow had offered her. Turning it, she scanned the page, finding the report involving her daughter. The headline had a picture under it, depicting her daughter, who looked incredibly flushed, wearing a somewhat awkward smile while shaking her hoof with the claw of Dragon Lord Ember, who herself looked shockingly smug.
“Huh - I mean…I guess it was bound to happen, no?” she asked, looking towards him. “Didn’t Princess Twilight recently strike some kind of trade agreement with that traveling group of minotaur? It seems like all of Dashie’s friends are doing this whole diplomacy shtick.”
Bow shrugged while munching down on more of his meal. “Probably. I remember reading about that fashion designer friend of hers, Fluttershy, and the Princess working things out with that clan of Diamond Dogs a while ago.”
“Rarity is her name,” Windy sighed, shaking her head. “You’ve seriously got to remember her friends' names better.”
“Hey, I knew two of them!” he countered, pursing his lips.
Windy gulped down another piece of pancake, chuckling. “One is a princess and the other one is Dashie’s childhood friend—I’d be pretty concerned if you didn’t remember those two.”
There was a moment of silence between the two as they continued to enjoy their breakfast. Though Bow seemed to be thinking to himself, waiting for an opportunity to speak. Shrugging, he brought up what he was meaning to say.
“Speaking of remembering old friends,” Bow segued, “do you remember Rainbow Blaze?”
Perking up, Windy tilted her head, curious. “Your old friend from flight school? Yeah, why?”
With his aching loins still apparent, Bow couldn’t help but allude to he and his wife’s more devious past. “You and I both know he wasn’t just my friend ~ eh?.”
Her husband’s remark forced a hue of crimson into Windy’s cheeks, as she picked up what he was implying instantly. Flashbacks to her younger days in college funneled through her mind—primarily the more raunchy memories. Hooking up with Bow’s friends, and Bow doing the same with her companions, she vividly recalled how the two were nothing short of sluts back in the day. Though, one of their friends stood out far more than the rest—none other than Rainbow Blaze.
The stud was a bit less bulky than Bow, and certainly weaker, but he had always made up for it with speed and endurance, something she remembered very, very fondly. Countless threesomes the three’d had titillated within her, heady mixtures of nostalgia and lust sticking in her mind. Him and Bow fucking her in tandem, Bow savoring the sight of him plowing her, him lavishing the view of Bow rutting her, and sometimes she even got the enjoy the spectacle of the two studs getting quite intimate with each other.
With her thighs dampening as her lust seeped into her fur, she immediately felt her marehood slicken at the vivid memories running through her mind. Her and Bow were always open to being swingers, though the concept had grown unused by them in the last few years. She wasn’t entirely sure what the context of Blaze’s visit was, but she couldn’t deny the lustful ideas brewing in the depths of her carnal desires
“So…w-what about him?” she shakily asked, rubbing her thighs together.
The fragrant aroma of blueberries filled the air, letting Bow know full well his wife had gotten worked up by his comment. He couldn’t blame her, since his memories with Blaze certainly didn’t help the aching hard-on he was dealing with.
“He’s actually coming over for lunch today,” he answered. “He’s back in town from Manehattan, and we caught up the other day.”
Gnawing her lip, Windy couldn’t fight back the devious remark her now lustful mind came up with. “Oh? ‘Caught up’? Without me?”
It was Bow’s turn to adorn a blush, as he waved his hooves before him. “Just caught up! Nothing more! Please, I know you’d kill me if I didn’t invite you to some fun if we had any.”
“Darn right!” Windy chuckled, unable to hold in an adorable laugh. “But yeah! That sounds lovely! It’d be swell to see him again!”
Bow crossed his forelegs, using his wings to scarf down the remnants of his pancakes. “Plus I don’t even know if he’s that kind of pony anymore. He seemed the same, but it’s been, what, almost eight years since we last saw him?”
“And even longer since we - well, y’know,” she replied, clenching her teeth as she felt her pussy seize upon itself.
The two sat in a partially awkward silence for a moment, theorizing in their heads on whether their old friend held similar…values as he had in the past. As Windy gradually finished her breakfast, swigging down her glass of water, she let out a sigh.
“Well, either way, it’ll be nice to see him!”
Watching her get out of her seat and trot towards the sink, Bow once again found his eyes locking on to the mare’s flank. “It’s definitely nice to see -“
Knock! Knock!
Both of them paused, turning their attention to the front door of their cloud home. Exchanging a look with one Windy, Bow slipped out from his chair, trotting over to the door. Halting at it, he peeked out the peephole, laughed to himself, and swung the door open.
“You do know ‘lunch’ isn’t at 10 A.M, right, Blaze?”
Windy’s eyes widened, as she whirled around to see a familiar face she hadn’t seen in a few moons. Standing in the entrance of her home, adorning a smirk she remembered fondly, was none other than Rainbow Blaze.
“Oh come on, Bow! You know I’m not good with waiting - plus, it just means we can spend more time catching up!” the stallion replied, exchanging a hug with the other stud. “May I come in?”
Bow took a step back, waving his foreleg before himself in a presenting manner. “C’mon, you know the answer to that.”
“Hey! Just trying to have some manners! I don’t know how much you two have changed over the years!” Blaze chuckled, bowing his head a portion politely and stepping into the home.
“Neither do we…” Windy muttered to herself, still reflecting on their old group romps.
Taking a few steps into the home, Blaze caught sight of her, adorning a wide smile as his wings fluttered at his sides. “Windy! Gosh, it’s been so long!” He hastily trotted forward, pulling her into a hug. “When’s the last time I saw you two?”
“I think it was Rainbow’s fourteenth birthday party?” she quipped, returning his hug. “That’s around when you moved.”
Bow shut the front door and locking it once again before making his way towards the two. “Yeah, it was. She was pretty bummed out when she found out you were leaving.”
“Well, who can blame her?” Blaze replied, donning a smug look. “I was the pony who taught her everything she knows about flying—well, before she ended up being way better than me.”
The couple chuckled as a sparkle of pride forming in them. Blaze’s relationship with them went beyond their more amorous interactions, since he was also the stallion who taught Rainbow how to fly. All the basic tips, tricks, and strategies their daughter had used to blossom into the best flier in all of Equestria had come from him.
“And I saw she's a full-on Wonderbolt now!” he exclaimed, beaming. “You two must be so proud of her! I mean, an Element of Harmony and Wonderbolt?! Talk about the kid lottery!”
Windy playfully nudged his shoulder. “Well she did have a good teacher!”
Though she did lightly jab him mainly as a friendly gesture, she did use it as an opportunity to feel the stud up a bit. As she hoped, he was just as toned as she remembered—sure, he wasn’t as built as Bow, but his sleek figure had an allure all its own. Of course, to her, nothing beat her stallion, but having a bit of variety was never a bad thing. Fighting off a blush in her muzzle, recalling the times he and Bow had made her scream with pleasure, she gnawed her lip as her cunt winked with need.
Her reaction didn’t go unnoticed by Bow, as he caught her from the corner of his eye. Smirking and formulating a scheme in his mind, he wrapped a foreleg around Blaze, leading him toward the kitchen. “Well come on! Take a seat with us! Ya need anything to drink?”
“Nah, I’m alright, thank you though,” Blaze replied, trotting along with his friend. Glancing around the kitchen, he smiled. “Heh, this place hasn’t changed much since I last saw it!”
Windy’s wings twitched at her sides—not because of Blaze though, but due to the scheming grin her husband had on his face. The confident look he bore made the heat in her loins intensify, as his eyes were filled with nothing but lustful intent. Gulping nervously, crossing her legs as she sat, she smiled over at the two stallions as they joined her at the table.
“So, Blaze, what have you been up to?” Bow cooly asked, throwing Windy the occasional look.
The other stallion leaned back in his seat and sighed with content. “‘Bout the same. The letters I send you guys kinda describe everything for the most part. Spending time with Night Glider, taking care of her since she’s just about halfway through her pregnancy, and working here and there.” He stuck his tongue out at the two, snickering. “Unlike you two, I don’t have a Wonderbolt kid to let me retire so early!”
“You know, funny you should mention that,” Bow replied, winking at his friend. “She actually did mention wanting to send you some bits as a thank you a few days ago. I told her I’d let you know in my next letter, but face to face is definitely easier.”
Blaze’s eyes sparkled with surprise. “Wha? Really? But all I did was teach her the basics and some extra tips.”
“Basics and tips she used to get where she is today, Blaze,” Bow countered, tapping his hoof against the table. “She definitely appreciates you.”
Windy was trying to pay attention to the conversation, but her focus had long since shifted downwards. She had become abundantly clear of Bow’s massive cock resting between his legs—hard and at the ready. And, as it seemed her lust was filling the entire kitchen with its lovely scent, she could see Blaze’s length begin to grow as well. Shooting her attention back upward as she watched the two stallions shift, she somehow managed to avoid being caught eyeing their packages.
“You okay, Windy?” Blaze asked, concerned. “You’re looking all flustered.”
Bow slowly rose from his chair, shrugging. “She’s a bit nervous! After all, it’s been years since we’ve seen you!” He trotted over towards a nearby shelf by the window, placing a hoof on a stereo on top of it. “How about some ambient music to calm the vibe?”
“Y-yeah! That sounds lovely, honey!” Windy stammered, wiping a bead of sweat off her brow. She awkwardly smiled at the other stallion accompanying her. “He’s right, I’m just happy to see you again! It’s b-been too long!”
Bow was shifting through some tapes within the shelf, fumbling through them as he grumbled to himself.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Windy? You almost seem…nervous?” Blaze pressed.
Windy giggled nervously, finding that inkling of arousal in her skyrocketing by the second. Her eyes kept glancing to the side, drinking in Bow’s massive cock and nuts that were swaying below him as he went through their music options. While it was true that she and him hadn’t been bucking much lately—by Celestia, did she crave him something fierce. Blaze being present only made her lust grow at an exponential rate.
“Y-yup! Just…uh…still recovering from some feather flu I had a week ago is all!” she lied, rubbing the back of her head.
It wasn’t known to most ponies, but when she said she was a slut in college, she meant she was a slut. Handling several cocks at once, being able to go round after round with a stud, and wringing each one dry, she always was a bit of a sexual deviant—except when she started dating Bow, who then introduced her to Blaze.
Those two studs simply knew how to make her melt with pleasure. Every move they made always pleased her more than even the most passionate hookups she had. She liked to think it was because of her genuine love towards Bow and their more than friendly relationship with Blaze, but truthfully…
She was simply made for their cocks.
She could remember the pleasures she experienced from the two so clearly in her mind her snatch began to drool with her essence like a waterfall, as her eyes fluttered with excitement. Bow was phenomenal as is, but when he was assisted by Blaze—it was an unfathomable realm of pleasure each and every time. She wasn’t one to let her desires get the best of her, but the reminiscing of her younger years and the sexual escapades she went on was truthfully far too arousing.
“Ah - there it is!” Bow cheered, holding a small, pink cassette in his hooves.
Blaze and Windy both turned their attention towards the larger stallion, exchanging curious looks as they watched him slip the cassette into the player.
“Trust me, you two are going to love this one.”
His tone of voice made Windy await the song choice with bated breath, unsure of what he had put in, moreso what he was scheming. Though, as the first chimes of the song began to sing out, her heart skipped a beat as her marehood angrily clenched at the empty air before it.
Synth music began playing, something that’d seem insignificant to ninety-nine percent of ponies, sent her mind for a whirlwind. She knew this song, more importantly, she knew what the three of them did to this piece. Call it cheesy, but twenty odd years ago ponies liked to add a bit of musical flair to their romps—and the song Bow chose was the exact one they used whenever the three of them would get it on together.
Windy’s depths surged with heat, as she could almost feel the sensations of her memories running through her. The wondrous sensation of Bow and Blaze’s cocks slamming into her, the sheer bliss of their dicks flaring within her depths, and the unfathomable pleasure of feeling their cum shooting into her—it was all so fond and vivid.
“Remember all the good times we had listening to this?” Bow cooed, smirking over at Blaze.
Windy crossed her legs, her snatch winking with need all the while, as she did what she could to keep a straight face. Her face was a deep shade of red, and her squirming was clear as day, but she ushered a silent prayer that somehow Blaze wouldn’t notice. She had no clue if he was that kind of stallion anymore, heck, Bow was insane for being even slightly risqué without knowing either…
However…
Windy couldn’t help but notice the deep blush spread across Blaze’s face, and, as she scooted back in her seat and allowed her eyes to travel down, her heart skipped a beat. Resting between her friend’s legs, growing inch by inch, was a cock she knew very well. It was obvious the amorously nostalgic music was striking a cord for Blaze as well, which filled her with only more lust.
“Y’know, her ass is even fatternow.”
To the shock of both seated pegasi, Bow nonchalantly made the remark towards Windy. With a cheeky grin plastered across his countenance, he raised his hind leg, showing off his lengthy, hard stallionhood. Windy nearly drooled at the sight, yet he wasn’t done.
“Like, she could make it clap when she’d twerk all over our dicks back then, but now she can somehow do it even better.”
Windy was wholly blown away by Bow’s boldness. Be it his lust driving him or typical stallion recklessness, her husband had dropped any sort of filter and dove head-on into debaucherous teases.
“Heh…I only got a glimpse of it, but yeah, that flank she’s got is thicker than ever~”
Her bewilderment only deepened, as her attention whirled to the side, seeing Blaze lick his lips as he eyed her up. The situation before her was sending her for a whirlwind, yet the abundance of factors was amounting to a final result. Bow’s comments, shaft, and more was enough to get her drooling like a waterfall from both ends, but the second stallion in the room only added to her unending desire. The way Blaze looked at her, his blush, and his now nearly entirely hard cock—it was a mixture that was enough to sunder her inhibitions.
Windy couldn’t, wouldn’t, deny her desires any longer. She felt like she was in heat, as her entire body radiated with need, and she refused to not have her lust sated. It was clear Blaze was the same stallion she remembered, and that was all she needed to finally indulge herself. With the music playing in her ears, she let her marish desires consume her, pushing her seat back, she slipped out of it, trotted before the two stallions, and whirled around.
“You tell me boys~”
Clap!
She thrusted her hips back, letting both stallions watch as her plump asscheeks smacked together to make an amorous sound that fell upon both stallions' ears. Both freckled cheeks rippled from her motion, showing off the tantalizing thickness carried, all while her singular twerk flung a strand of her lust towards the two studs.
Clap!
The scent of blueberries intensified, as she threw her ass back a second time. The sight was one to behold for the two stallions. The look of awe in their faces and the twinkle of carnal lust in their eyes proved her efforts were a boon to their gradually growing desires. Their stallionhoods throbbed, they both nearly drooled as they watched her ass bounce, and they both leaned forward to see the show before them all the better.
“Think you’re up for a throwback?~”
Her question made Bow and Blaze snap from their lustful daze, as they exchanged a look with one another. There was a silent agreement ushered between the two, as they both adorned a smirk and eyed Windy up. Her thick flanks, drooling pussy, taut backdoor, and sensual motions had ignited the flames they were renewing for their glory days–ones they were planning to relive right at that moment.
“There’s the slutty demeanor of yours I remember~” Bow cooed, gnawing his lip as he trotted up to his wife. Raising a hoof, he swung it down, slapping her ass with force and causing her rump to jiggle. “And we have been looking for something to mix things up~”
Letting out a moan from her husband’s spank, Windy’s eyes went wide as she uttered another guttural groan. A second, pleasurable tinge of pain ran through her other flank, as she glanced back to see that Blaze had given her a smack on the tush as well.
“And I definitely am down for a throwback~” He eyed Bow, nudging him. “Though, I think she should throw it back on you! If you catch my drift~”
Bow chuckled, his cock slapping against his stomach as his arousal was reaching new heights. “Going right into it, eh?” He eyed the kitchen table. “Fitting, for you. Honey, why don’t you get up on the kitchen table for some fun~”
Windy didn’t need to be told twice. Scurrying to her side, the scent of two virile studs flooding her sinuses driving her, she hastily hopped onto the kitchen table. Resting her forehooves on the top of it and dangling her hind legs over the edge, she glanced back at the two stallions drinking in her form.
“Oh, like this? Why don’t you two studs raise the music a bit and then we can get to the good part!” she giggled, somewhat embarrassed by acting so slutty for the first time in ages.
Even though her more naughty past was in, well, the past, she still knew how to turn on the seductive gears in her brain. Swaying her hips, flagging her tails, ensuring every wink of her snatch was clear as day–all methods she used back in the day to swoon the same two stallions accompanying her in her own kitchen. The prospect of being fucked silly in her own kitchen with an old friend was horribly kinky to her, and that was the exact spark she and Bow were looking for for the past few weeks.
Hearing the nostalgic music of the radio boom ever louder, she felt her thighs grow damper with her own marish juices. Her arousal was pushing the limit of what she could bear, and as Bow and Blaze both inched ever closer to her, she could only bite her lip in anticipation.
“So, how ‘bout we do our old favorite?” Bow offered, winking at his friend.
Blaze couldn’t fight back the smile that split his muzzle, looking between both Bow and Windy. “You mean spitroasting this smoking milf?~ Buck yeah!”
The two studs didn’t exchange any further words, trotting around Windy and taking position. She could vividly recall all the times she saw these two take these exact positions in the past, and more so the immense pleasure that came with it soon after. Blaze came up before her, leaning back on the counter and slapping his cock right against her muzzle, that was followed by the sensation of a thick, hot, throbbing shaft slapping between her asscheeks, as Bow situated himself behind her.
Instinctively, she nuzzled her nose against Blaze’s groin, pressing it right into the region where his nuts and shaft met. She inhaled deeply, groaning lightly as the earthy, masculine scent he afforded flooded her sense of smell like a tsunami. The aroma sent a tingle through her body, causing her marehood to spurt some of her lust in response. Ensuring to definitely not forget about the massive cock sliding between her buns, she pressed her ass back, grinding against Bow’s cock as she continued to huff Blaze’s dick.
“Ready, slut?” Blaze growled.
The degrading word would have never flown with Bow around, but it was something only Blaze could call her in this circumstance. The title sent a rush of adrenaline through Windy, as she embraced it fully. She was a slut, at least for the time being, and she absolutely wanted to be treated like one.
Taking one of Blaze’s nuts into her mouth, she swirled her tongue around the pendulous orb as she suckled on it. His flavor was just like his scent, addictive and just as amazing as she remembered. She greedily slurped all over his balls as she started twerking on Bow’s cock.
A routine clapping sound sang out as her asscheeks bounced around her husband’s length. She could faintly hear her flanks slapping together over the sound of her whorish suckling, only picking up the pace of both as she lost herself to it.
“I’ll take that as a yes~” Bow snickered, pulling his hips back and leveling the tip of his cock with her winking pussy.
Windy’s eyes went wide, feeling Bow’s cock prodding the entrance of her pussy. The prospect of having her cunt rutted was enticing, but with how kinky the situation was as is, she felt the desire to propel it further into the depths of the lustful sea they all now waded in. Using her hind leg, she carefully nudged his dick, motioning it upwards towards her backdoor.
“Nuh-uh ~ You’re fucking that hole instead!” she declared, glancing back and shooting him a wink.
Bow didn’t mind at all, happily taking up her offer. Adjusting himself, he brought the head of his cock to her ponut, pressing gently against her taut entrance, using the lubricant her pussy offered him to lather it up.
“Happily, darling~”
Feeling her husband get into position, Windy turned her attention back towards the cock resting on her muzzle. Giving Blaze’s nuts one last lick, she peppered his shaft with kisses and made her way up his impressive length inch by inch. Reaching the tip of his dick, lapping up the dollop of precum that had formed on it, she placed her lips against it, before nodding her head–giving the two studs the cue they were so eagerly awaiting for.
In unison, both Blaze and Bow plunged into her. In one swift motion, Blaze slid his cock down her throat, hilting himself and pressing his groin right against her nose. The taut depths of Windy’s asshole forced Bow to slide into her at a slower rate than Blaze did her mouth, but, as her walls gripped onto him like an angel’s embrace, he managed to force every last inch he could give into her. She gave a muffled moan around Blaze’s cock as she felt the intense wave of pleasure that came from the duo of dicks pressed into her, yet she knew full well the best part was only just beginning.
Both studs let out a deep grunt as they felt a wave of blissful sensations run through their cocks and up the rest of their body, earning a shiver of delight from each. Holding their position for but a moment, exchanging a quick look with one another, hips shifting as they began railing into Windy with reckless abandon. Her eyes went wide, as a deep guttural groan from her lungs was nearly silenced by the massive length thrusting in and out of her throat. Each time Blaze plunged forward, her neck bulged slightly due to his sheer size, and each time she had to hold her breath to handle his endowment. On the literal other end of things, Windy’s eyes fluttered as she felt Bow plowing her backdoor without any remorse. Each time he forced himself into her asshole, her entire ass rippled as his hips slammed into her, before he pulled himself back out and repeated the onslaught of bliss he was assailing her with.
Bow and Blaze worked in tandem, thrusting into her in unison and pulling out just the same, repeating their efforts time and time again without slowing. Windy was barely able to find reason, her body and mind both wracked with an impossible amount of arousal. She needed this, and sure as Tartarus these two stallions were giving her just what she wanted. Their huge cocks, masculine builds, superior strength, and the sounds of their own pleasurable grunts–it was like music to her ears. She felt her slathering cunt drooling a puddle of her lust to the floor below, as drool dribbled past the seal Blaze’s shaft made on her mouth and down to the table.
Every few moments she’d manage to crack an eye open to look at her two partners, catching a glimpse of their pleasurable grimaces and giving a chipper moan in response to it. Knowing she was giving these two such pleasure, all while they were fucking her senseless, it added to her enjoyment greatly. The sounds of her ass clapping as Bow slammed into her grew more and more frequent as his pace picked up, and the wet slurps she gave from deepthroating Blaze did the same.
The scent of their stallionly aroma mixing with her fragrant bouquet of blueberries perfumed the air of the kitchen. Their carnal needs simply put them all on autopilot, ushering each one to bring themselves, and the others, to their ultimate climaxes. Sweat dripped down their forms, Windy most of all, as her rump glistened and bounced in the midst of her being spitroasted. She was handling the two studs like a champ, though she could feel the hints of a climax brewing in her depths–one she yearned to experience dearly.
Bow and Blaze weren’t faring any better as their shafts began to flare, the telltale sign of an oncoming orgasm. Their thrusts grew frenzied, lurching Windy back and forth at a constant tempo, wet smacks sounding out as Bow’s hips crashed into her plush rump and Blaze’s balls clapped against her face–all singing out amongst the flurry of moans all three gave.
Windy flexed her backdoor to grip down on Bow like a vice, coaxing every bit of pleasure she could out of him whilst sending his own nerves alight with euphoric sensations. She pressed her ass back into him, made her asscheeks jiggle all the more, and moaned as her pussy slapped against his nuts each time their bodies crashed together. She was going to push him over the edge, and she was going to ensure he loved it. Though, her husband wasn’t the only one feeling her giving her best efforts. Peering from her husband and back to her old friend, she swirled her tongue along Blaze’s length, adding an element of pleasure to her efforts. Each time he hilted into her maw, sliding his cock down her throat, she managed to slather his balls in her tongue for a split second, before he pulled back again. Though it was a brief effort each time, the way he moaned and his entire body quaked was all she needed to see to know her efforts were bearing their amorous fruit.
Though, her actions didn’t go unnoticed by the two stallions, as upon her new moves they too adapted. Thrusting into her with every ounce of power they had, they each added a new bit of flair to the finale of their rut. Raising his hooves, Bow smacked her flanks between his thrusts. Each time he pulled back, he’d fill that void of pleasure in her by striking her asscheek sensually, earning a muffled moan from her each time he did. Crashing back into her, he ground his groin against her buns, making absolutely sure that every last possible inch he had was filling her tight ponut.
Blaze got rougher and rougher the closer he came to the brink. Grabbing her head, he began plowing into her maw in a lustful, blind frenzy. She was given mere seconds to brace herself, as his shaft stuffed her mouth over and over again, giving her little to no time to breathe between his and Bow’s unified thrusts. Her nose was squished against his groin each time he plunged every last inch of his shaft into her, her drool stained his fur as it coated his balls, and her tongue danced along his flaring member with whorish expertise.
Windy was in a realm all her own, wholly overtaken by the stallions’ counterattack. Her eyes rolled back, her moans intensified, her pussy winked wantonly, and her entire body began to warm up as her inevitable climax was mere seconds away. One more thrust, and she felt it prepare itself, a second set of them, and it was ready to burst, and finally, as the two stallions plunged into her one more time, she found herself being sent to another realm of ecstasy.
It was a strike of astounding luck, but as she felt her unimaginable orgasm wash over her, she heard the two stallions let out deep, feral growls. The sound of the radio's music drowned out as the world around her faded into obscurity. She was sent to a realm between consciousness and unconsciousness, treading on the brink of the concept of pleasure itself, as she felt the first, molten loads of cum shooting into her from both ends. Rope after rope of cum filled her belly and backdoor, with both studs giving her every last drop they could offer.
Her body twitched, locked up, and spasmed again, going through a pattern as her nerves were awash in a level of pleasure they had never known before. Be it how long it had been, how horny she was, or a glorious mix of the two–what she was experiencing was easily the greatest climax she had ever rode out. Her pussy gushed her lust all over Bow’s body, she greedily gulped down every last bit of cum Blaze shot into her, and her throat and asshole both made sure to milk her lovers for everything they were worth. Not a vestige of cum would be unappreciated—her body was making sure of that.
Moans, grunts, and blissful cries drowned out the music for a scant amount of time longer, the air filled with nothing but pleasurable sounds and aromatic musk. Sweat dripped down all three of them, as bit by bit, descending from the gates of nirvana itself, they began to come down from their orgasms. A few final intense thrusts from the two stallions sent Windy’s climax off with a bang, as she found herself coming back to the real world and awash in an instant, amazing afterglow. She nearly collapsed onto the table, only held up by the two cocks still lodged in her. Her belly was partially bloated with cum, her backdoor was filled to the brim, and she gasped for air as she tried to find control in the wake of what was a near mind-breaking orgasm.
Soon the foundations holding her up left her, as both Bow and Blaze pulled back. Their cocks slipped from her with an audible schlick, cum gushing out of her asshole as Bow’s escaped. She fell onto the table in exhaustion, huffing out air as she slowly but surely found her sense of self returning. Before her, Blaze collapsed back into his chair, leaning back and letting out a deep sigh. Wiping sweat off his forehead, he chuckled lightly to himself. From the sound of a thump behind her, and a groan of relief, she could only assume Bow had sat back down as well.
The three ponies sat there, basking in their afterglow as the music that set the entire thing in motion began to reach its final chorus. The beat they knew full well slowly but surely began to fade away, until ultimately the song came to a close–ending off with a thunderous, well orchestrated electronic thump. With a screech, the radio seized its noise, and the three ponies were left in a silence filled only by heavy breaths and occasional pants.
“T-that…was…even better…than I remember…” Blaze said between heavy breaths. “You’re…one lucky…stud…Bow…”
Windy cracked her eyes open, seeing Blaze’s pleasure-filled look and giggling. “Hehe…I might’ve picked up a few tricks over the years…”
“I’ll - huff - say,” Bow breathed, leaning forward and wiping sweat off his brow. “I have never felt your asshole milk me dry like that before.” He eyed his cum still spurting out of her asshole. “Not that I’m complaining.”
Windy craned her head back, taking deep breaths as her body occasionally spasmed with remnants of her incredible pleasure. “B-been saving that - unf - little trick for when you earned it~”
The three chuckled to themselves, still recovering from the aftermath of their pleasure. Minutes passed by, the routine ticking the kitchen’s clock filling the void of sound. One by one, they each found their energy returning, until Blaze stood up from his chair.
“Well,” he started, shakily trotting over towards the radio. “You two need to visit Night Gllider and I. She’d be totally down for a foursome.”
Windy and Bow exchanged looks, a devious glint in their eyes.
“That sounds lovely, Blaze,” Windy sighed, shakily trying to slip off of the table. “Let’s go wash up and -”
Doo ~ Doo ~ Dum ~
She perked up, hearing the next track of the album they used for their romps begin playing, looking up to see Blaze’s smirk. She made to reply, to question his intentions, but a hard smack on her ass forced nothing more than an ‘eep’ to pass through her lips. Whipping her attention backwards, Bow shot her a wink.
“Hey, Blaze, you’ve been fond of her ass this whole time, right? Why don’t you come fill her other hole and watch it bounce.”
The degrading tone of her husband’s voice filled Windy with delight, as she licked her lips. Watching him stand up, shaking moving towards her front, she shimmied her hips. Blaze swapped spots with her stud, and before long the smaller pegasus was rearing up behind her. She found the flames of her lust renew, as if she hadn’t just been fucked into a near coma, and her eagerness was clear on her face.
Leaning down, Bow caressed her cheek, giving her a peck on the lips. “If this is too much, both the sex and the dirty talk, you let me know, okay, Hun?”
Windy pulled him in closer, embracing him in a deep kiss as she felt Blaze slap his shaft between her asscheeks. She briefly intertwined her tongue with Bow’s own, wrestling with the stud as they made out, taking him by total surprise. Satisfied with it, letting her husband get a little taste of the treat Blaze had given her, she let him go, eyeing his cock up.
“Hun?” she murmured.
Looking like a colt on prom night, overjoyed by the hot and loving kiss, Bow stammered. “Y-yeah?”
“There’s fifteen tracks on the album.”
“R-right, and?”
She adorned the most devious, lustful look she had ever worn in all her years, watching as Bow reared his hips back and readied his cock. Feeling it soon slap against her muzzle, his unsure voice contradicted by his clearly eager body, she giggled.
“You’re both fucking me through the entire thing.”
