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Volume IIt's curious that he thinks about it, but that night gave us greater intimacy with my wife. Not that we had lost ourselves in these humble 2 years of marriage, but due to our own responsibilities, mine labor and hers, as a student and housewife, it had made us more adults and taken away some of the excitement of being young.
Maybe it's not very illustrative, and although the next morning started in the same way as the previous one, with my wife going up and down on my long and badly treated cock, we looked at each other feeling a slight emotion for what awaited us that day.
However, the little ones still remain our transverse axis and completely unrelated to these experiences, and as is customary, they woke up around 7 am demanding breakfast.
After releasing them from their cribs and playing with them a bit, Marisol brought her bottles and with discreet silence, we went down to prepare breakfast, carrying as always the monitor with which we listen to our little ones.
I remember going downstairs, squeezing my wife's sexy ass, making her laugh and ask me to behave because we had visitors. However, I still had very engraved the image of my excited wife from the previous night, and in some way, like a mute witness, there were some white droplets on the kitchen counter that with much regret I had to clean.
We were preparing toast and smiling at each other as we took tea when we heard a slight commotion upstairs. It wasn't our little ones, who were chatting between themselves while playing with their toys, but something heavier.
We distinguished two steps marching lightly towards our bedroom and apparently entering the bathroom. After eating my toast and imploring Marisol not to eat the other one, I went up the stairs calmly.
It was then that I saw the swift figure of one of the twins, running wrapped in a towel back to his bedroom and closing the door in haste. With silence and respect, I approached to knock when I clearly heard their conversation:
Susi, did you take my red brief?
No, silly... but you took my shirt without permission.
Excuse me, sister!... but it feels really good.
I know! Susana replied, laughing. That's why it feels good to me too.
I then decided to knock on the door to ask them what they wanted for breakfast.
It's Marco! exclaimed the one who opened the door, surprised to see me.
The sister who received me looked extremely sensual, wearing a white silk nightgown that wasn't even buttoned up, exposing eloquently the cleavage between her breasts, her delicate waist and navel, covering her intimacy with thin cotton pants.
By the embarrassment that immediately followed and by her instinctive reaction to cover her waist with one hand, I deduced that the one who opened the door was Susana.
However, the adverse effect of her reaction was that her nightgown became even more loose at breast level, threatening to make its appearance soon.
Good morning, Susana! I greeted, making her face light up with blush and joy. I wanted to ask...
Who is it? said Nery's voice, which appeared wrapped in a towel on the other side of the room seconds later. Ah, it's Marco!... and oh no!... I've left myself bare!...
Desperate and with enormous eyes, Susana threw herself at her sister's feet.
Nery, please cover yourself! Susana protested, trying to lift the towel.
But I had a majestic view of Nery, who without any modesty showed off her rosy breasts and completely depilated navel, in front of a mischievous and desirous smile.
For some reason, my reaction was an outburst of laughter at Susana, who seemed more worried about Nery's nakedness than she should be, exposing her backside in a way that was even more sensual.
After covering Nery and seeing that... The only reaction was to laugh out loud, with the two sisters joining me in laughter.
Girls, I wanted to ask what they would like for breakfast! I consulted them when I could recover and wipe away the tears from my eyes.
Susana, who was still half-dressed, asked me: Marco, can you tell me what time it is?
I looked at my watch.
It's 9:24 in the morning.
This time, the two of them started laughing again.
What a joke! Susana exclaimed. I thought it was 11 and we had overslept.
No way, I replied. We get up early for the little ones and if they wanted to, we would have let them sleep.
I went downstairs, leaving them to bathe and dress more calmly. In the kitchen, I saw my wife who had turned on her laptop.
Look, love! They're giving the news! she pointed out very happily.
It was somewhat disturbing to see the live broadcast of the news program that I had watched for years at night, when the first rays of sunlight entered through the kitchen window, promising an excellent Tuesday for us.
We even saw the weather forecast for the next three days and when the transmission announced the opening of the festival, I consulted Marisol again.
Are you sure you want to do this?
She looked at me melancholically.
Yes, my love! she said sighing. I also want to see it a little because I know that at least, my mom will be watching and it makes me feel closer to her.
Because I plan to take them to the beach and you would have helped me a lot taking care of the little ones, I explained.
She smiled and kissed me softly on the lips.
I know... but also know that when I'm with you, I distract you and the two of them asked if they could be with you alone.
We watched the festival presentation, preparing the cooler with sandwiches and juice for the little ones, and when the twins arrived, I went to shower and get dressed too.
A light crying when I put her in the truck, which the twins took care of calming. They, on the other hand, although lamented because Marisol didn't want to accompany us, poorly disguised their smiles. During the trip to the beach, I don't remember well what we were talking about, but if I recall correctly, they would whisper in Italian among themselves, talking about me. Or at least that's what I think, because the only thing I could distinguish was Piccolo bambino or Little boy, while unloading the truck. Although the girls helped me carrying the small ones and some small bags, we had to see ourselves like a rather particular procession: the twins, carrying my 2 little ones ironically in their arms, while I followed behind, carrying the cooler, tent, umbrella, and all that kind of gear that men with family have to carry when we go on an expedition to the beach. Despite everything, I missed my spouse, since even though I do the burrito load work, it's she who takes care that my little ones have sunscreen or stay entertained while Daddy sets up the tent. And once again, we were the focus of attention, as the girls had decided to dress alike: sandals, white gardening hat, same-color polo shirt and a denim cap. After setting up the umbrella and tent where I put my little ones to sleep for their nap, I noticed that several men were looking towards our side and it wasn't for nothing, because after setting up the refuge, the twins decided to take off their gardening hats and remove their clothes, swaying suggestively for everyone (Nery, offering her tempting booty halfway around the world and Susana, taking her polo shirt by the belt and lifting it, lightly shaking her breasts), exposing their bodies of semi-Italian goddesses in tiny bikinis that barely covered what was necessary but tempted both singles and married men, with thin and delicate straps. watching her must have meant a discreet slap. Since they were looking to have a good time and didn't want to stay with me because of guilt, given that in my new job as a father I had to stay taking care of the little ones and not move around too much from our campsite, I suggested they go swimming and take advantage of meeting other boys who were already trying to make themselves handsome in front of them, gazing at them without much modesty and smiling at them nonstop. However, after briefly looking into each other's eyes, Susana responded that no, because they felt uncomfortable with so many slobberers and preferred taking sunbaths, spreading out their towels and keeping me company alongside the little ones. I forgot exactly what we were talking about, but I do remember that we laughed a lot and despite everything, we were quite entertained. But every now and then, they would look at each other with certain complicity and I noticed that their smiles took on slight touches of malice. Until finally, they opened the bag they brought... Marco, can you do us a favor? Susana asked, looking once more at Nery. Whatever you want! I replied. Can you put some sunscreen on us? She pulled out a bottle of solar block... Of course! I replied with good will. Nery also laughed. But I also want you to put it on me, eh, dear? she added, showing off her coquettish side. They laughed again and I thought it was strange, but since we were at the beach and it was probably the fantasy of many of the other bathers who were watching us, it didn't cause me much amusement. So I applied some cream to my hand and they lay down on their towels, offering me their backs. Well... Who do I start with? They laughed again... You choose, handsome! Nery replied. Total, we both want you to put it on us... Once more, they looked at each other with complicity and smiling, while I continued thinking that they were referring to the cream. But since Nery had told me I was handsome, I decided to go for her. I lay down behind her, without stop laughing with Susana. Nery discovered the top of her tape to bronze in a parallel way and kept telling me.
When we went to Sunda, we remembered with Susi how well you knew how to put it...
Seriously? I asked, spreading cream on her shoulders and massaging them softly, looking for her tension knots.
Yes! Susi replied. I told Nery that when you taught me to ride the table, you would put it on me every day, almost without stopping...
The girls laughed, but I felt confused. As mentioned, I only remembered putting cream on the twins once, a day when Marisol pretended to fall asleep to observe.
I stopped for a moment and looked at Susana.
Did I put you in cream? I asked, remembering that after parking, we usually grabbed kisses and made love almost instantly.
She smiled much more decisively...
Yes, dear! she replied, very energetic. Don't you remember when you put so much on me?
Honestly, I don't remember...
I do!... And let me tell you, champion, no one had ever put it on me as well as you. She was smiling, with an expression full of joy You left me so relaxed...
I applied a little more cream to my hands, smiling and assuming that if she had taken a nice memory, it must be true, regardless of whether I had forgotten.
Well... I've practiced a lot with Marisol. I tried to justify myself, while sliding down Nery's omoplatos.
They laughed again...
And you can tell! Because when Giacomo put it on me, I would still leave me tense... and she looked at me in a special way that made me feel like we weren't talking about the same thing. But when you put it on me...
But I told Susi that you also put it on me by tiny ass and it gave me a little scare. Nery pointed, as I massaged her buttocks.
Seriously? It wasn't my intention! I replied worriedly, retracting my hands from her tempting glutes.
She gave me an angelic smile and with great tenderness, took my hands... 'Relax, dear!... that was the most lovely thing a guy like you could do...' she said, placing them back on her waist. 'I was telling Susi that at first, I was scared because I never let a type touch me there... but you were so tender all that time... that I had to give in.'
I kept believing we were talking about massages, but the two of them looked at me with the same 'enthralling' way that made me feel slightly uncomfortable.
'Even so, it could have been dangerous,' I pointed out, massaging her thighs gently. 'I was a complete stranger to you both and easily, I could have taken advantage of the situation.'
Then Nery looked at Susana, bent down, and kissed my cheek, showing affection.
'See? Even now you're lovely and you worry about us. How couldn't you let me?'
After massaging her ankles and reaching the tips of her feet, Susana asked: 'Do you want to put it on now?'
And they laughed again, with me once more not understanding the joke.
Once more, I repeated the dish, before the envious gaze of the other men, who either believed I was married to one of them and my little ones were our daughters; or else, that I was a lucky bigamist and they had given birth to one of my daughters or some other morbid fantasy.
'What rich fingers you have, Marquito! You must drive Mari crazy with your massages!' exclaimed Susana, really thrilled at sliding my fingers along the contours of her vertebrae.
'Nery, can I ask something?'
'Ask what you want, dear...' replied she, smiling at me while lying down, enjoying the sun and sea breeze...
'How is a fuck?'
She sat up, even taking off her glasses to see me better.
'Are you kidding me? You don't know?'
And I stopped, since Susana also wanted to see if I was lying or not.
I explained that both Marisol and I lived a more innocent adolescence where we preferred to lock ourselves in to read a good book, enjoy a good movie or... Good anime show instead of going out to party and meet other people, so the concept of 'fuck' was a bit difficult for me to understand. I'll always remember that tender moment when I told them that every time I've gotten involved with another woman, it's because honestly I felt in love and that sex is the ultimate expression of that feeling, with the sincerity and humility of a boy who lost his virginity 5 years ago with his first girlfriend. Well, Marco... she replied, with a little shame and much more seriously. A 'fuck' for me... is when you feel really hot... and want to get with someone... to calm down. A cutie doesn't look for a 'novice' or something like that... because it's just a momentary thing... and don't want to get with a guy who doesn't serve anything... And how do they know if they've fallen in love? I asked, with quite an interest. Because that's what I find most difficult to distinguish. Look! I'm not sure if Nery agrees... Susana took the word. But I realize that I'm not fucking... when I stop caring. Curiously, Nery nodded her head... And isn't that dangerous? I consulted, intrigued, because I consider them girls who are responsible and don't act on instinct. Don't they worry about getting pregnant? Once again, they smiled, but in a more tender way, as if they understood each other. It's that when you love the right person... what can you be worried about? Susana responded. Flabbergasted by her response, I told them about my experience with Marisol: that when we were boyfriends and girlfriends, I loved her too much for her to ruin her efforts with an early pregnancy, so we always made sure to have safe sex. And I mentioned how every time I put on a condom, Marisol would protest or make a face. They smiled as if it made sense... It's that when someone wants a lot of someone... especially someone handsome like you... Nery signaled, pointing her index finger at My suggestive breast. 'The only thing you think about is that he'll come and enjoy it as much as you...' We didn't realize how late the afternoon had advanced. It was like we were having a picnic on the beach, and my little ones, after leaving them to play with the sand and drink their bottles, slept very quietly in the tent, while Nery, Susana, and I chatted very entertainingly about our old romantic relationships. And already finishing up, around 4 pm, we started packing not too gladly for them, who wanted to keep talking, but I felt very worried about Marisol. I found her sitting on the sofa, with a tired face, huge dark circles under her eyes, and a huge smile of satisfaction, telling me that the first night of the festival hadn't been as good as she had expected. However, I doubt if she saw anything from the show, because the intense sex aroma of my wife left in my bedroom and the way she found herself at the corner where I sleep, left room for speculation about what happened. 'Do you know that nothing happened while we were on the beach? Right?' I asked her, trying to erase her tender smile of pride. 'Yes, I know... But this is what I did, thinking about what you'll do tonight...' Next post
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