By the time Holiday Heat: January starts, Grace (from Training the Trainer) is already living with Brian and Corinne, who she met in TtT. At the end of TtT, she’s started a relationship with both of them. But what happened in between?

Here’s a bonus story about Grace, Brian, and Corinne that I wrote before I started writing Holiday Heat. I thought about trying to repurpose it for that series but it didn’t work — stories that take place over the course of more than one day usually don’t, although with enough literary gymnastics I can sometimes make it happen. This story doesn’t have a title, and it’s the first draft, so it hasn’t been edited at all. But I thought you might like it anyway. Enjoy!

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To Grace Wright, the phrase “double-teamed” had always sounded gross. It implied two men fucking a woman who was being used as an object, not being treated like a human. It implied that the men didn’t care about the woman, that she was just a set of holes to be fucked and then cast aside.

As it turned out, that was quite far from the truth.

Grace’s journey toward being double-teamed started out innocuously, if one could imagine Brian’s cock as anything close to innocuous. He was her lover, her dom, the man who spanked her until she almost cried and then fucked her the rest of the way. His cock was thick, one of the thickest she’d ever had, and she’d learned to take it in her ass with a very limited amount of preparation — which was to say, he would fuck her ass with his tongue, and then push his cock into her.

She’d learned to love the stretching, the discomfort, the ache as his cock intruded into her tightest, hottest place. Even with plenty of lube, it still hurt at first, and for almost longer than she liked. But without warning her body would seem to flip a switch, and it went from pain to pleasure. Grace adored Brian’s cock fucking her ass, and it almost always brought her to orgasm at least once before he grabbed her hips, slammed into her, and filled her with his come.

After, in bed, cuddled between Brian and his wife Corinne, Grace found herself being asked if she’d ever been double-teamed.

“What do you mean?” She was still a little drowsy from being fucked, but Corinne’s words broke through the fuzz.

“Have you ever been fucked by two cocks at the same time?”

“I know what the definition is,” she said. She had her ass pressed up against Brian; Corinne was lying on her side, idly caressing Grace’s breasts — not enough to get her going again, but it still felt nice. “And no.”

“Did you ever want to?”

Grace shook her head. “I never tried to make it happen or anything. I guess I’d be willing to try it.” The post-orgasmic chill loosened her tongue in ways that she’d never expected. Plus, it was Corinne saying it; she was always honest with her lover’s wife. Why not be? “Why do you ask?”

“Just curious.” Corinne leaned in and took Grace’s right nipple into her mouth. That made her tingle down low, and she pressed her thighs together. Corinne had watched them fuck, but Grace hadn’t heard her come so she probably wanted some attention.

Grace gave Corinne a little nudge, until the smaller, leaner woman was on her back. Then she returned the favor, drawing her tongue along Corinne’s tight, hard nipples. Brian didn’t need much urging, either; he climbed over them, settled between Corinne’s legs, and buried his face between them.

Grace was Brian’s, yes, but they were both Corinne’s — him more than her, but she was too, in her own way — and they both were more than willing to give her whatever pleasure she desired.

*

Sometimes Grace would come over to Brian’s house, and he wouldn’t be home. He had other play partners — he only fucked Grace and Corinne, but he would beat other people from time to time. When that happened, the two women would hang out and talk, and if Grace brought Kody, her big brindle pitbull, they might throw a ball around the yard. Kody didn’t like swimming, so Grace didn’t worry about him going in the pool, but thankfully there was enough space to tire the big dog out. Then they’d bring him in and give him a big bowl of water, and while he napped on the cool tile floor Corinne would lead Grace upstairs and they would fuck.

Grace, being bisexual — although she did prefer men — had no qualms about sleeping with Corinne. Brian’s wife was dark-haired, with a natural tan to her skin; she was slender and strong, and better than that she was dominant, which was what Grace really wanted. Corinne was an expert at telling Grace what to do, at leading her in the bedroom, and so what if Corinne didn’t spank her? When Corinne told her to strip, to lie down on the bed, she did it; when Corinne climbed on and lowered herself to Grace’s mouth, Grace didn’t need to be told what to do. She’d grab hold of Corinne’s thighs and fill her mouth with the taste of Brian’s wife, until she grabbed the headboard and bore down and came on Grace’s face.

And, sometimes, Corinne would put on a strap-on and fuck Grace with it.

The first time it had happened, Grace had expected it to be cold and impersonal, like when she used a dildo on herself. But Corinne, instead of putting Grace face-down, had knelt between her thighs and eased the toy inside. It wasn’t as big as Brian, but it still felt good, and it had a little ridge that brushed her g-spot with each movement. Grace couldn’t help but wrap her legs around Corinne’s hips, couldn’t help but to stare up into her dark, intense eyes. “Good?”

“Good,” Grace said, her voice low. “Please don’t stop.”

Even though Corinne was the top, she still could take direction, and when Grace said “don’t stop” she took it literally, fucking Grace through more orgasms than she could count, until Grace had to beg her to stop. She was aching inside; she hadn’t been fucked for that long in… well… ever. 

Corinne pulled out slowly, and Grace felt open and empty as the other woman took off the strap-on and tossed it over the side of the bed. Then she pulled Grace into her arms, and Grace nestled her head against Corinne’s breasts, breathing hard, body quivering.

Brian came home to find the two of them in bed together — not exactly an unknown occurrence — and he joined them, nestling behind his wife. Grace moved back a bit to let them fuck, and Corinne rode his hard cock until he thrust upward and came inside her.

She always liked watching them together. They loved each other fully and unconditionally, and it showed when they fucked.

Grace loved them both too, but it wasn’t quite the same, because she wasn’t married to either of them. Still, it was love nonetheless.

*

And then came the day when they both fucked her at the same time. Oh, she’d been penetrated by a cock and a toy simultaneously — usually a plug in her ass and a cock between her thighs — but never like this.

It started with Grace riding Corinne’s strap-on, grinding herself against the base of it to get more sensation in her clit. Corinne pulled her forward, until Grace’s body covered Corinne’s — Grace was taller and much curvier — and then, to her surprise, Grace felt Brian’s hands on her ass, spreading her open. His tongue found her, and she whimpered with pleasure; until Brian, no one had ever fucked her ass with their tongue, and it was a unique sensation as he teased the rim before pushing his way inside. Grace came hard on the toy, Corinne holding her tight, and then Brian pulled away. Grace felt his fingers in her ass, getting her slick, and then the large, blunt head of his cock against her opening.

The phrase “double-teamed” never entered her mind, even though that’s what was happening. Brian’s big, thick cock forced its way into her ass, which was even tighter than usual with Corinne’s toy already inside her, and it hurt, hurt enough to bring tears to her eyes. She could always use a safeword if she needed one, but on the edge of the pain was the promise of pleasure.

Brian didn’t believe in mercy when he was taking Grace’s ass; he never went easy on her. This time was no different. She’d never felt pain like this, never felt as tight or as full once he was buried to the hilt.

Corinne shifted her hips. The strap-on hit Grace’s g-spot.

The pain became joy and she came so hard that she was surprised she didn’t break off both the toy and Brian’s cock. He actually grunted with surprise, not that Grace could hear it with the fireworks going off in her head.

And then they both fucked her.

Later, Grace was completely unable to describe the sensations, other than to say they were overwhelming. Her whole lower body was sore and throbbing when they were done, her ass full of Brian’s come, a towel wedged between her legs to keep the bed from getting messy as they all held each other afterward.

“What did you think?” Corinne asked, somehow able to hold a coherent conversation.

Grace managed a nod.

“Good girl.” Corinne patted her cheek, and then brushed her thumb over Grace’s lips; Grace kissed Corinne’s finger, and then, just because, flicked her tongue over it. Corinne smiled and came in for a real kiss then. That kiss turned into more, and as usually happened, ended up with Brian’s mouth between Corinne’s thighs, giving his wife as much pleasure as she could possibly want.

*

That scenario was repeated, with variations, for months. Sometimes Corinne would fuck Grace from behind while Grace went down on Brian; sometimes Grace would sit on Brian’s cock, filling her ass, and then lean back so Grace could fuck her. But most often it was Corinne on the bottom, then Grace face-down, then Brian fucking her ass hard and unmerciful, until the agony became joy, until Brian filled her ass with his come.

Until one day, when the three of them were nestled together post-threesome, and Grace asked Brian — hiding her face against Corinne’s shoulder so he wouldn’t see her blushing — if she could try it with two men. “Would that be okay with you?” Her voice was small. “I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“We could try it.” His words were a soft rumble. “Do you have anyone in mind?”

Grace did, actually, but she lied and said she didn’t. It had been a long time since she’d slept with Tim, the man who’d introduced her to Brian and Corinne, but she missed him, missed the way he made her feel. She wasn’t ready to admit that to Brian, though; she loved Brian, loved what he did to her, but she’d also adored what Tim could do.

“Let me think about it,” Brian said. “It has to be someone we both trust.”

Grace nodded. “No rush.”

*

The End