Chapter 20

The hours and work until the devil’s threesome were a blur. I was eager for it, as were Anne and Samuel, even if on my end it was my last time coupling with her. It was still one helluva way to close that chapter of our lives, with a nice, healthy, quite literal bang. The day that we chose for it proved to be a very draining one, so we all had to relax and recover first, starting with a nice meal separate from the mess. It was a 48 hour leave, after all. We even shared a couple of glasses of Shiraz a piece, and for once, the usually teetotaling Samuel actually drank.

“This is definitely against my religion, but so is adultery. Anne and I are getting married and I don’t plan to repeat my infidelity with my marriage to her as I did with Ravneet. It was a rare set of circumstances, of course. I’m not usually polygamous or polyamorous. By habit and practice, I’ve always been faithful to one woman until this war.

“Actually, I’ve only slept with two women in my entire life, but you already knew that. Ravneet and Anne are the only women with whom I have ever been intimate. I’m not comfortable with homosexual conduct, either. So, this is the last hurrah, my only ever threesome. I don’t need to try the other kind. This is a special occasion, a last goodwill gesture for both of you, plus a naughty little experience for me without being ... well, you know,” Samuel explained.

“Oh, darling, you have no idea how much I’m going to corrupt you over the course of our marriage,” Anne winked at both of us as she hinted at some devious plan of hers.

Samuel couldn’t say that he wasn’t warned, but I concluded quickly that he was drawn to it as a moth to the flame. Or in his case, a good Sikh boy to sinful delights that were placed right in front of him. He clearly struggled with the conflict between his natural urges and his worldview, his morals as dictated to him by the Sikh faith. I wondered how long Anne would take to wear him down, though I had no indication of just how far she would take it, anyway. I should have figured, though. Part of me naturally hoped that it would lead to more devil’s threesomes, but I didn’t even know whether she meant monogamously or not.

Before I knew it, anyway, my clothes were off and I was behind Anne while Samuel was underneath her. He entered her lovely twat from below as I slid into her surprisingly lubed asshole. Her response to being double-dicked was, well, quite revealing, of course. I found my thrusts working very well in tandem with Samuel’s, his cock entering her sloppy snatch while mine pulled out of her bottom and vice versa. She had a rather nice and tight bum, of course, and I could feel every thrust as I plunged in and out of her backdoor.

“You love this, don’t you, darling man?” Anne winked at him even as she rode him harder and took my cock balls deep inside her lusty body.

I found my prick moving harder and deeper into her exquisite ass with every stroke as I buggered her together with Samuel inside her slippery slit. All that I knew was that my cock thoroughly enjoyed plowing her backfield, to say the least. With every single thrust, I went deeper into her booty until I bottomed-out inside her sweet English ass.

It was an incredible feeling to fuck the hell out of her in this threesome until she clenched my cock to squeeze it with a death grip. Her tight arse knew how to milk me just right, of course. I erupted while admiring her fine, pale buttocks and feeling her release. I also heard Samuel shudder as he spilled his load balls deep.

“This is so sinful ... but damn ... you know how to tempt me, my love!” Samuel confessed aloud as he emptied his balls inside Anne’s lovely twat.

“You have no idea how true that is, love,” Anne told him with a husky voice right then as she took both of us into her mouth at once.

Anne clearly adored cock and she wasn’t about to give up mine without savoring it for all it was worth one last time, right? I got the impression that she milked the occasion for as much pleasure as she could get from me. She wanted this to be a threesome worth remembering, and that it already wasn’t, at least until the real world intruded.

“Excuse me, ma’am ... sirs ... liberty’s been cancelled. Back to work and back in uniform, now! You’re needed in the hospital, sirs ... ma’am,” the soldier that disturbed us announced, much to our chagrin.

From the smirk on his face, he clearly knew the score and envied us for it. I supposed that misery really did love company, right? Damn, if only it could have lasted just a little longer. Then again, it would be a nice kick to walk to surgery in my scrubs with Anne’s butt sweat on my dick and her pussy juice on Samuel’s prick. That didn’t even count the idea of Anne squishing under her scrubs from our loads in both of her holes.

Well, even if cut short, we would always recall that threesome fondly, right?