Sage’s Silent Night Threesome: A Holiday Fair She’ll Never Forget

Sage only went to the holiday fair because she wanted to feel something warm and soft on a cold December night — the lights, the music, the way everyone looked a little more magical behind strings of Christmas bulbs and drifting snow.

She sipped hot cider, enjoying the sweetness on her tongue, watching couples cuddle under the glow of the giant Christmas tree. She felt eyes on her — hot, lingering, hungry. She turned… and saw him.

Tall. Ridiculously attractive. Broad shoulders under a winter coat. And beside him? His wife — stunning, curvy, lips painted a deep festive red.

Sage raised an eyebrow. They didn’t look away.

The wife smiled first, slow and deliberate. “Your hair is gorgeous,” she said, stepping closer. Her husband just stared at Sage like he wanted to unwrap her like a present.

Sage smirked. “Well… happy holidays to me, I guess.”

They introduced themselves, but every word crackled with tension. When the crowd cheered for the tree lighting, the wife leaned in and whispered, “We’ve never done this before… but we can’t stop looking at you.”

Sage didn’t hesitate. “Then don’t.”

They led her behind the vendor booths, where the world felt soft and private. Snowflakes melted on her skin as the wife kissed her — slow, warm, tasting like peppermint. The husband watched, breath heavy.

Sage pulled him closer. “Come here, handsome. I want both of you.”

The wife dropped to her knees, tugging Sage’s leggings down while the husband kissed her neck. Sage gasped as warm breath hit her thighs in the winter air.

The wife licked her eagerly, worshipfully, while the husband jerked himself watching. Sage rocked into the wife’s mouth, moaning into the cold night air.

When Sage came — thighs shaking, pussy throbbing — the husband came untouched, groaning into her shoulder.

Sage kissed the wife’s lips, tasting herself, and whispered, “You two made my holiday season.”

They exchanged numbers. Sage winked. “Next time… we won’t hide.”