She came in from the storm on a mission that couldn’t be stopped. The day had been long, the snow incessant, and we had been teasing her with text messages all day long. To be fair, we had been teasing her with pics of us sucking each other off on her couch. It wasn’t our fault that we had the day off and she didn’t.

The fire was hot and the radiators were hotter, which meant that within seconds of her walking through the door her ice and snow covered clothes were leaving a puddle in the hallway. We were dressed properly in bathrobes and fuzzy slippers, but since it was rude not to join in we dropped them to the floor as we scooped her naked body up into our arms and carried her to the bed.

He started to make a joke about the cold and I started to ask how her day was, but before either of us could get out a word she had one cock in each hand and it was clear that talking wasn’t really all that important anyway. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her closer and the growl that left her lips was enough to know it was the right thing to do.

We surrounded and engulfed her like there was six of us, covering her with our warm bodies as we crushed her between us on the bed, and our mouths found every cold spot within seconds. He kissed her neck where her scarf had come undone, and I found a spot on her thigh that must have pressed against the cold buckle of her bag. By the time I found a very warm spot between her legs, she had him in her mouth and the snow was as forgotten as everything else.

When I moved up to fuck her she arched her head back asking for three things at once. My hand was on her throat in an instant while his moved to her hair even as he thrust into her open mouth even harder. I fucked her cunt as he fucked her throat, and she gasped and cried as we held her tightly between us, using her for her sake as much as our own. Her only moments of speech were to beg for more, to ask for it rougher, and to cry out in a fury that came from every place at the same time.

A while later she lay on her stomach as we took turns fucking her while she bit the pillow. Her sobs had vanished and were replaced by demands, and we filled every one of them without pause. But it wasn’t until I held her against me, my hand back on her throat as he thrust into her cunt that she finally let go.

My lips against her ear, his fingers digging into her thighs, and mine against her clit was enough to push her over the edge as she repeated the words I said over and over again. She bit her arm, her face red from everything, and she screamed as her back arched and her legs trembled. Clenching around him, she held him there, his cock filling her perfectly as she came and came, her hot tears streaming down her face as her familiar smile broke out across her face.

“Welcome home,” I finally whispered as we cuddled up next to her. “I’m sorry you had to go out in that.”

“I’m never leaving the house again,” she said, kissing us both before pulling the blanket up over her head. “Especially if someone brings me wine. And maybe bacon too. And if we do move, it’s only to the fire and even then I’m not putting on clothes just more blankets.”

“You brought the storm with you,” he whispered as he got up to open a bottle. I looked at her but she shrugged with as much confusion as me as we stared at his beautiful ass walking out the door, knowing he’d back in minutes. We smiled and lay back on the bed, and I had to close my eyes to convince myself it was still snowing.