Our Happy Ending

**Isadora**

The hall was still brimming with life, with music and toasts echoing through the space. I stood by Thomas and Vincent, feeling incredibly happy and, above all, at peace. Moments like this were rare—when everything felt perfectly in place, untouched by judgmental stares or reproachful looks.

Over the past few months, I have learned to let those looks slide. The whispers that once haunted me were now just distant noises. What truly mattered was how I felt and the people around me. Esmeralda accepted us as we were—perhaps more easily than I could have ever imagined. Thomas's parents, though reserved at first, had been remarkably kind and welcoming. Knowing we had their support made everything so much lighter.

Liandra and Petros’s wedding had been breathtaking. Not that I expected anything less, given the standards of the Kouris and Albuquerque families. But what stood out most—the most beautiful and important thing—was the way Liandra and Petros looked at each other, their shared smiles, and the way their hands seemed unwilling to part. Their love was undeniable, and it warmed my heart.

“They really are perfect for each other,” I said to Thomas as we watched the now-empty dance floor where the couple had radiated joy just moments ago.

“I agree,” he replied, smiling. “But you know what that means, don’t you?”

I looked at him, curious.

“What?”

“That they’ve probably snuck off to enjoy their night.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. He was right. I glanced around, and they were nowhere to be seen. It made me think that perhaps it was time for us to leave as well.

“Shall we go?” I asked him.

Thomas shrugged a relaxed smile on his lips.

“Fine by me.”

Vincent was a bit further away, chatting with Esmeralda. We walked over to say our goodbyes.

“We’re heading out,” I announced, lightly touching Vincent’s arm to get his attention.

He turned to me with his calm gaze, which carried that unique sparkle only he had.

“I’m ready to go too,” he said without hesitation.

Esmeralda smiled, bidding us farewell with a kiss on each cheek and saying something about how she always enjoyed seeing us together.

As we left the hall, I felt both Thomas's and Vincent’s hands touch mine simultaneously. It was a small gesture, but it held so much meaning. When I looked at them, I felt the fullness of being exactly where I was meant to be, with the people I was meant to be with.

When we got into the car, I let out a satisfied sigh.

“It was a good night,” I remarked.

“It was a great night,” Vincent corrected, his voice low and laden with meaning.

Thomas chuckled softly, leaning in to kiss me on the lips. Vincent’s hand rested warmly on my thigh, beneath my dress, moving slowly and torturously, up and down, tempting me.

The drive to my apartment was quick, and when we arrived in the living room, I glanced at Vincent and Thomas, who seemed to understand my silent message. Together, we walked toward my bedroom.

Once there, Vincent suggested a shower. The night was warm, and we danced and enjoyed several drinks.

“A shower sounds perfect,” I replied, already anticipating a long, indulgent one.

We showered together, using the time under the water to kiss and exchange soft touches meant only for us. I couldn’t get enough of them, and I felt my heart grow more entwined with those two men.

Much later, back in the bedroom, I headed to the closet, intending to grab a nightgown, but Vincent stopped me with a gesture.

“You don't have to wear anything.” He said, moving closer to me, wrapping his arms around me, and whispering in my ear. “I like sleeping with our naked skins touching all night long.”

I felt that chill run down my spine again, the excitement at the thought of how wonderful it was to be at the same time with two men entirely at my disposal. Vincent continued to kiss me and then we lay down on the huge bed. 

Thomas joined us quickly, and Vincent kissed my neck again while keeping my back to him then slid his hands around my waist, squeezed it, and started rubbing a majestic bulge in my ass, making me eager to touch him and feel the pulsation of his cock between my fingers.

His hands descended from my waist, sliding down my hips and reaching my pussy, which was already throbbing in anticipation of the pleasure he could give me. Soon one of his fingers was penetrating my pussy, already wet with desire, while the other began to play with my clitoris.

“Ohhhh…” I moaned, unable to control myself.

Thomas touched my breasts and his mouth took them with ardor. The sensations were intense and my moans were uncontrollable. I leaned against Thomas's body and tried to keep my eyes open, but every movement of Vincent's fingers in my pussy turned that simple task into something very complicated.

“Delightful.... You're very wet…” Vincent whispered in my ear, his tongue invading that cavity and driving me crazy with arousal.

He continued to jerk me off, while Thomas sucked on my breasts. 

“I'm going to…” I couldn't continue the sentence, the climax coming on full force and leaving me delirious with desire.

“You're delicious.” Thomas spoke in my ear and I clung to him, my legs trembling from the orgasm they had just given me.

Vincent withdrew his fingers from my pussy and I spun around in his arms, facing him and facing Thomas, who was soon rubbing his cock between my buttocks.

“I'm crazy about you, Isa,” Vincent said, kissing me voraciously. 

As I surrendered to Vincent's kiss, my body insinuated itself into Thomas, who held my waist, while continuing to rub his steel-hard cock between my buttocks, just driving me crazy with desire.

“Don't tease me.” Thomas said in a warning tone, making me shiver.

Vincent pulled his mouth away from mine at that point and I decided to keep playing.

“What will happen if I tease you?” I used a tone full of debauchery and nonchalance, I really was curious.

Hearing my words, Thomas moved and began to spread my lubrication between my buttocks. Seemingly satisfied, he lifted one of my legs, taking advantage of the way we were lying and, without warning, he penetrated his appetizing member inside my ass, which was wet from my desire.

“How delicious... don't stop, please…” I used a sly, teasing tone, and he thrust harder at the same moment, holding my breasts firmly as he moved.

“Hot little ass!” He exclaimed with an obvious hard-on.

Thomas continued with his intense movements, bringing me closer to another orgasm as I got lost in the overwhelming sensations. Vincent didn’t waste any time and entered my pussy, leaving me filled by them.

It didn’t take long before the three of us reached a shattering climax together.

We lay there for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms, until Thomas gently kissed my neck.

“I love you, Isa,” he said softly between kisses.

“I love you too, my love,” I replied.

Vincent also kissed me, but this time on the lips. That kiss was entirely different from the others we had shared that night. It was much calmer, devoid of the fiery passion that had consumed us earlier, and it was simply wonderful.

In that moment, I realized that, just like Liandra and Petros, we too had found our happy ending—even if it was a very different one from what others might have expected. And that was exactly what made it all the more special.