Page 115 of Hat Trick Daddies

Nick fucking my pussy so hard I’m starting to see stars.

And now Brooks, his tongue lapping at my pucker getting it nice and wet.

Like a skilled gymnast, Nick has positioned himself to make room for Brooks. Then I feel it.

It’s a blinding, hot pain that scorches through me. Brooks’ tip gently enters my asshole at first. But as soon as he feels I’m open, he gives me all of him.

He’s thrusting slowly, all the way in and all the way out. I’ve never felt anything so viscerally.

The pleasure of having all of my men inside of me numbs the pain of being stretched opened.

With each pass I feel myself molding to Brooks, easing into each thrust with more and more excitement until I’m backing into all three of them hungrily.

Their hands are all reaching for me as they all collide into me at once.

We work together, chasing our pleasure, until finally exploding, our unified orgasm crashing across us all like the waves behind us.

Ally

It’shard to believe it’s been six years since the triplets were born.

Our lives have shifted so much since then, and every change has been for the better.

We moved into a sprawling house just outside Minneapolis last year, big enough for Elise to finally have her own room, something she adores, with its soft pink walls and shelves filled with her favorite books and toys.

The boys share a room across the hall, their walls adorned with posters of superheroes and sports teams.

The new house has been a dream, with enough space for our ever-growing family. The master bedroom is enormous, and we had a custom-made bed designed to fit all four of us comfortably.

It’s the centerpiece of our room, wide enough for snuggling but leaving plenty of room for personal space if needed. Of course, Nick and Tyler have their own rooms down the hall for nights when they want solitude.

But most nights, we’re all piled into the big bed, limbs tangled as we drift off together.

Raising triplets is no small feat, but having three incredible partners to help has made it so much easier. I can’t imagine doing this on my own.

Each of my husbands brings something unique to the table.

Brooks is calm and steady, the one who reads bedtime stories in his soothing voice until all three kids are asleep.

Nick is playful and imaginative, always organizing adventures and making up elaborate bedtime tales.

Tyler is the wildcard, teaching the kids to laugh at the little things and reminding them, and me, that it’s okay to be silly sometimes.

Our kids are thriving. They’ve each hit their milestones early, and I wonder if it’s because they’ve had so much love and attention from all of us.

It feels like we’ve created this perfect little village, and it shows in how happy and confident the triplets are.

There are still moments when I stop and wonder how I got so lucky.

Watching the kids play together or seeing Brooks, Nick, and Tyler all laughing with them fills my heart with a sense of completeness I never thought I’d find.

The triplets have grown into their own little personalities, each one unique and special.

Marcus is fearless, and his junior jiu-jitsu classes are a highlight for all of us. It’s hard not to beam with pride as he confidently takes on his opponents, using techniques he’s practiced tirelessly.

While we never play favorites, the guys love watching him succeed, cheering him on from the sidelines with almost embarrassing enthusiasm.

He’s also the most direct of all of our children, the most willing to tell us he doesn’t like something.

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