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Volume IThat evening, I felt almost without strength. I won't deny how much I enjoyed being with Nery and Susana, but surprisingly for me, the pace they were setting was more demanding than Marisol's and Lizzie's. Maybe it's because the two of them exercise more or have a greater sexual appetite, but while we were having dinner and our gazes met, I felt a mix between lust and laziness, hoping in vain to pass a normal evening.
As you can also imagine, the little ones were already asleep and sleeping, while we continued the after-dinner conversation. But both my wife and they radiated in the same way, and for me, it was a fact that the night would end with the three of us in bed, since they would be returning the next day afternoon to Sunda.
However... Mari, you've been a good friend to us... Susana started with considerable timidity. But there's something we wanted to ask you... before we leave... Nery and Susana wore black and lightweight miniskirts that exposed their perfect legs, smooth, bronzed, and muscularly defined, which perfectly marked their waists, but gave free rein to the skirt's flow.
And they also wore blouses with dangling ornaments, made of a thin fabric with several folds, whose only difference was Nery's black and Susana's white, exposing the volume of their breasts in a modest way, with a circular collar that covered any neckline. Look, Mari... please don't think we're trollops!... or if you want, you can say no! she continued in a defeated attitude.
Nery took her sister's hand, smiled at her, and continued speaking. My wife was captivated by what was happening... Mari, you know that we like your husband and he's been tremendous for lending him to us for one night! the twins then looked at each other... But when Susi told me about the things she did with her and when I told her how she broke my Booty last year... we've had a desire to look at each other.
Susana took over the word with desperation... truth, Mari! We're not trolls or perverts and it's the first time we like the same guy...” confessed, retracting the honesty of her words, but not the feeling. “But it's something we really want… and you've already been very kind to lend us your husband to both of us... Marisol wiped her mouth with a napkin, still smiling... You see us and we're so alike that we couldn't get the idea out of our heads of looking at each other... of knowing if Susi or I enjoy it equally... that's why we wanted to ask you for one more night. Concluded Nery. What would they like to do? asked Marisol, with that flirtatious sparkle that I know well. The twins looked happy, seeing their luck favor them once again... I don't know! replied Nery, with much enthusiasm. Your husband took us to a nice hotel and we thought that... if you let us, of course... we'd go again. And it was at this moment that everything started to fall apart for me... And why not just occupy our bedroom? It's cheaper and closer! replied my wife. While Nery overflowed with joy, Susana looked on in horror... But Mari... How do you say such things?... That's where you sleep with your husband! Wait a minute! I interrupted, noticing another detail... What do you mean by 'occupy our bedroom'? Where will you be? Marisol looked at me with annoyance... In the guest room, of course... she replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, which was the one the twins were occupying. No, Mari, we can't make you do that! continued Susana, very distressed. That's where you sleep and are with your husband! Come on, dear, think about it! Nery remained silent and smiling... May we excuse ourselves for a moment? I asked the twins, asking my wife to accompany me to the kitchen. Susana's gaze was desperate and Nery's, I can't say malicious or anything like that, since she was fine with Marisol... would have lent. My wife, on the other hand, put a slightly wounded face, as if she were about to scold me for a mischief when she entered the kitchen... 'What's wrong?' I asked, very worried. 'Nothing, my love! Don't you see that I'm happy?' In reality, Marisol looked beautiful: her green eyes sparkled with enchanting vitality, her fine and small lips looked rosy and tender, her cheeks slightly flushed, highlighting more the cute moon that I like so much and her relaxed, serene attitude, filled with spiritual passivity, full of wisdom. But her body didn't stay behind: she leaned against the island counter, with her legs crossed, showing her white legs under a skirt that hid her knees, but as it rose, it toned up that precious and seductive backside, shaped like a peach, inviting my hands to touch it temptingly, and a blouse with white frills, thin, hiding her waist, but making up for it by highlighting those marvelous flanks she uses as breasts, reaching to transparent the bra due to its volume. In her right hand, there was something I recognized quite well... 'Don't you think it's great? The two of them want to be with you!' she asked, much more enthusiastic than me. 'Yes, but you won't be there...' I replied, smiling because I couldn't understand her. Her cheeks became even rosier... 'Oh, but if you're with me every night!' she continued, with a sidelong glance. 'And they traveled far to see you...' 'That's true... but I would also like to be with you...' And she looked at me with eyes, with a quite submissive sweetness... 'Do you mean it? And do you have the strength?' She began to laugh softly and look at me with more confidence. Despite everything, Marisol knows me too well... 'Besides, you can't tell me you're not tempted. The two of them are beautiful and I know you like them and I don't think something like this will happen to you again soon...' she added, squeezing her legs a bit tighter. 'I don't know! I only know that I miss you!' I replied, ashamed. When we talked... posteriormente, Marisol confessed to me that it had melted her and almost made her retract... “But I promised them they would enjoy themselves with you just as much as I do!” she sketched out desperately. “But… Why are you going so far?” I asked the reason for my troubles. The distribution of the second floor in our house is the main bedroom, the small children's room, Lizzie's room, and the guest room. It's because if I'm with you, I know I'll distract you. Besides, it doesn't bother me, because I can see you on the computer. Please do it for me! Also, it happened to Susi and truly, I would love to see them get like me too! Please, my love, please! Marisol was begging so much, with her bright eyes that I couldn't resist... Despite this, I was still at an emotional crossroads: on one hand, I could live the dream of the dude that I couldn't fulfill last summer... On the other hand, it meant leaving Marisol alone another night... And although they may believe me or not, the second option weighed too much for me. My wife is one of those honest, loyal, and innocent women who don't deserve to be betrayed, and what mortified me most was that she would have to leave and stay in another room, alone, with consolation and other toys, while I enjoyed the twins. Maybe what disarmed me most was that she herself desired it, and despite understanding her feelings and way of thinking, my remorse didn't diminish at all... Do you really want to do this? I asked, with a contrite heart, getting closer to her. Her shoulders tensed and her gaze turned glassy, between fear and crying... “Do you really want me to spend another night with them?” I asked, taking her by the waist and kissing her lovingly, intentionally going too far so she could weigh her feelings well... Later, she would tell me that when I did that, I made her... disarming... 'No!... I promised them that you... mhm... mhhmmm...' she replied, confused in her emotions, as she savored her lips without stopping. I took her hand and grasped the control with delicacy and authority. 'Do you really think this is better than me?' I asked, kissing and licking her neck smoothly, while pressing the ignition and the slight buzzing began to sound from within her. 'No, please, my love!... Don't make me like that, that's me!' she implored, as I retorted my tongue inside her mouth, while my right hand grabbed her firm and rounded rear. 'Do you really think you'll settle for seeing me eating Nery and Susana's breasts, knowing you could also eat yours?' I asked, releasing her dangling ones and liberating her magnificent globes, which I devoured ecstatically. 'No, my love!... Stop it!... This is too much!' she began to gasp rapidly, but without even noticing, affirming herself with her head to nurse at her breast, so I rose to level 3 of the vaginal egg. That left her in a state of utter collapse and her arms became incredibly lax, while her legs continued to vibrate, trying to keep her upright. Seeing this, I took hold of her waist and pressed my body against hers. 'Look, Marisol, this is how you have me!' I said, placing my dilated head on her stomach. 'Are you really telling me that you prefer seeing someone else enter another woman and not you?' The subsequent spasms were clarifying, without mentioning the potent aroma of her fluids that seemed to emanate completely from her being and made her cling almost desperately to the edge of the table. 'Yes, I want! Yes, I want! Yes, I want! Yes, I want!' she replied, contracting, with tears rolling down her cheeks. This stopped me completely and with considerable pity, because my wife seemed to be in a deplorable state: her agitated breathing, her breasts exposed, her hair scattered, but with the glow libidinous and perverted from his eyes, which gave me almost an air of nymphomaniac, with which I gazed back at him, in a mix between shame and defiance. I took a couple of steps back to let him recover his composure and contemplated him almost stunned, because I never thought I'd see her that way and unable to fully process what was happening between us. It's fine, Marisol! I'll do it! I finally accepted, while she covered her breasts again and looked at me with her bright eyes. But please, don't forget that I wanted to marry you because I didn't want to spend the night with anyone else and this is more than anything, because you asked me... And since I didn't want Susana or Nery to see her that way, I left the kitchen and let her be alone, reformulating ways to explain what had happened to the twins... The sad thing was, however, that when I saw myself leaving, Marisol had already retreated...Next post
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Excelente, gracias por compartir!!