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Volume IWe were lucky. In no moment, Lizzie interrupted my marriage. Neither did she fail to take the contraceptives or get pregnant on purpose and the salary I paid her, she earned it honestly and with dignity: I can say proudly that my daughters learned to draw thanks to our nanny, since neither Marisol nor I have too much talent for brushes.
Even, I led a well-ordered life in a similar way to my wife, also having unresolved conflicts with the father she never knew, which she would solve (like Marisol) in extensive sex sessions with me.
For that reason, and despite being held captive, our bodies drenched in a thin layer of sweat, we looked at each other with certain understanding despite the orgasm we had just lived. -Don't think I want to leave you because I don't love you!- I said, with the nervousness typical of an enamored man, in a situation ready to ruin.- It's that I can't offer you anything...
Eternal silence between us.
I was also ashamed of looking at myself. I knew what we were doing wasn't right or didn't correspond: I was married, head over heels in love with my wife and she was my nanny/lover.
I couldn't give her children, propose to her or imagine a life together. That was our limit and fortunately, Lizzie respected it.
*It's fine! I understand!* she sentenced, with flushed cheeks.
-No, I don't think so!* I insisted, reading her gestures.- Look... you know how I am... and also know how much work it takes to care for a child... if you keep going with me, you'll get pregnant... and I don't want to ruin your life.
She scoffed as if what I said was a favor.
*It's fine! Relax!* she sentenced in a lower tone.- I can take care of myself!
She didn't say it with sarcasm, resentment or disdain. She said it with a tone of resignation that left me speechless.
-Maybe, could you keep taking my money for a while!
Lizzie's face turned sour.
*You don't need my- Tips! That aspect of Lizzie's pleased me because it had its pride. -It's not a tip!- I replied.- Think it's... an investment. When the words left my mouth, she smiled, since no one had invested in her... However, it gestated in me, the most pleasant epiphany and the reason for the title of these stories. *Is it an investment?- she repeated, in a soft and captivating tone, like a kitten playing with a mouse. -A business... I'd like to propose a business... Her gaze changed radically, intrigued because I said it with greater determination in my words. *What kind of business? I caressed her cheek with tenderness, sliding part of her hair. -That you open your own flower shop. She remained static, until she had to take her hands to her rosy cheeks. From my side, I began to weave the first threads of that project... Since Marisol was accepted at the University of Adelaide, I started saving up to buy her a vehicle. The constant negatives from my spouse made those savings grow generously, until the end of that year, we could pay for our honeymoon in Japan and a pleasure trip to Indonesia. We also allowed us to travel back to our homeland (accompanied by Lizzie) and even until the end of last year, they were so abundant that I could buy 4 cars like the one I finally bought for my wife (the reason why we took a 5-star vacation in the summer and sponsored a friend of my wife's wedding...). Besides, I knew that Lizzie had saved most of her salary (because, just like us, she didn't often give herself luxuries) and her expenses were covered by the common food and service costs that the company paid. -You could rent me a store... a shop... and you'd sell your flowers... *What are you saying? Fool!- she replied, unable to believe my offer. I could feel myself contracting with emotion (I was still trapped in her), but I looked at her... disconcerted, as I saw her crying inconsolably.
-Don't you believe me?
She tried to smile between tears.
*Why would you want to do that for me?
-Because I care about you, I have money and know it will go well...
Her eyes dilated further with the last one.
-Lizzie, do you really think I'm an idiot? -I asked intrigued.
She didn't dare respond, because her tears were so profuse and we didn't have a handkerchief to wipe away her nose.
-Do you think I don't trust you? Do you think I don't think it will go well?
Her gaze escaped towards the murals on the wall. She didn't want to believe it or maybe she didn't want to hear it. But taking my face gently, she focused on me again.
-Do you really think I pay for your Ikebana courses just because? Because I saw it as a hobby?
And in reality, since I discovered that Lizzie has talent for art (one day when preparing a sketch of my girls, who were still babies. She considered it a failure, but when she saw the resemblance to my lovely Verito and the delicacy of her strokes, I knew I was in the presence of an artist), I did everything possible to help her.
Unfortunately, she couldn't get away: her beautiful and fiery cheeks were adorned with small pearls that rolled nonstop. She looked beautiful, with her slender waist and those lovely breasts that were a spectacle.
I took her wrist gently and placed it on my heart, concentrating on the shape of her fingers so she wouldn't try to escape.
-No, I think you have talent!
And a delicious youthful smile appeared on her lips, accompanied by soft kisses.
*Would you really do that for me?
I forced her to look at me...
-Only for a few months. Until you can repay part of the debt... and if it doesn't work out (because there was also that possibility...), at least you'll have something entertaining to do.
She smiled and kissed me gently, eager for what she promised and certain that I am a man of my word. Finally, what was meant to happen happened and we parted ways.
His face showed such satisfaction and his little eyes were shining at seeing my still swollen but expectant masculinity.
*This is what I'll miss the most!* he jubilantly sentenced, giving me a succulent blow job that made me shudder from the base of my back.
I still think it was she who enjoyed it more, just like my wife, her particular style of licking no longer being about making me cum as quickly as possible. She took her time licking, swallowing, and savoring my flavor. Sometimes she would put half of me in her mouth. In others, she would play by licking my tip and sucking it with eagerness. Then, a few kisses on my swollen testicles, content that I could hide half of her face with my penis and make her lick it again from the base to the tip.
And while she was having fun playing with me, I was doing the same with her, sliding my fingers into her lower cavities without any reserve. In particular, she enjoyed my two longest fingers, wriggling in the interior of her tight temple of pleasure, moaning softly and tenderly, as she squeezed another bit more of my tail and deposited it at the height of her nipples.
I was already back to being animated and she knew it, because her flirtatious smile didn't stop following me and my movements were becoming more frequent.
*Lean against the wall!
She continued smiling while getting into all fours, imagining what was about to happen and with a sensual and captivating voice, asking:
*What do you want to do? What do you want to do with that big thing?
What I didn't know was that my wife hadn't been able to resist her curiosity and was sitting on the floor next to our door, giving herself pleasure in the same way as it was breaking my mind, but Lizzie had noticed. And for her (just like me), it was something that began to habituate with my wife.
*No! Don't put that huge thing in me!* she sentenced. In a slightly higher tone. - What will your wife think... if she sees us fucking?
Later, Marisol would confess to me that it had touched a nerve, that it even almost made her come instantly.
*It's so big! Don't put it in like that!* she'd beg, when I was thrusting into her smoothly, affirming myself against her beautiful hips.
She was complaining in a delicious way and her movements, warmth, and moisture were an unparalleled pleasure for me.
*Nooo!... Don't put it in that deep!... You'll get me pregnant!* she'd demand at times, but at the same time, sliding her hand towards my backside to make sure I wouldn't take her out.
And for Marisol, this would trigger orgasm after orgasm, since according to what she told me, the idea of me getting anyone of them pregnant came up frequently in conversations and practically none of the two were bothered, as they knew that my treatment would be the same with both and I wouldn't leave either one behind.
However, although it was a spectacle staged for Marisol's amusement, there were also moments when I dedicated honest comments to her.
*No!... Don't choke me like this!...- I'd sentence in another tone of voice, much more joyful and feminine. - No, please!... Don't pinch my breasts like that!... Ohhh!... It feels so marvelous!
I remember that my thrusts were deep and consecutive because I was stretching part of Lizzie's matrix and more than the theater she put on for my wife, the pleasure was truly genuine for her.
*Don't stop!... Don't stop!... Please!... Finish me inside!... Get me pregnant!... Get me pregnant, please!
And my charges became even deeper and deeper. I finished as deep as I could and we remained stuck together, exhausted.
Marisol also ended up exhausted from the contest and almost fell asleep on the carpet, but after a few minutes of half-dozing, my wife listened to us returning to action...
*Don't do that! It's dirty!* Lizzie would joke, sliding my tongue into her retaguardia.
In reality, the girls were quite clean and concerned about smelling good, so there weren't any real problems with me licking her butt.
I licked her rear groove with a lot of pause and despite her protests and movements, I could tell that Lizzie was enjoying it. With my fingers, I got soaked in the honey emanating between her legs.
*You're a pervert! You like giving me from behind!* she complained deliciously, but not opposing my attempts.
Eventually, we reached the point where both she and I wanted to enter and without so many complaints and knowing quite well how things were going, she resigned herself to her fate with too much enthusiasm.
Another new shudder from her part and the slow advance began once more...
*She's so fat!... You're better than Fred at this!*
And while her former boyfriend/ boss had debuted her anal, the real pleasure of enjoying it behind came with her servant.
Even without considering that youth could play in favor of the failed and temperamental hippie, where she could also recover quickly after a cum, their sexual sessions with luck could last 45 minutes at most, whereas with me, they could last at least 2 hours and the same satisfaction as if they were breaking Marisol's Booty.
*Don't stop!... Don't stop!... Go harder!
According to what Marisol was saying, she was also shouting the same thing even though she couldn't see us and it's because my wonderful wife was giving herself a private feast with her fingers.
-Oh, Lizzie!... Oh, Lizzie!... I can't take it anymore!... I can't take it anymore!-
*Yes!... Yesiii!... Fill me up again!... I want your cum!... I want your cum!... Ahhh!... Ahhh!... Ahhh!
And the three of us collapsed, exhausted. Marisol couldn't take the fatigue anymore and crawled back to our marital bedroom.
In the morning, Lizzie didn't give me a blow job to wake me up like my wife does, but instead used her mouth to fill the interior of her belly in a more... productive and although that was not the last time I slept with Lizzie (the last trio we had with Marisol was far away, the best...), yes it was the starting point for another conquest for me and a new stage in her life, for my nanny.Next post
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