Memories or Promises?

This was what happened with @Marylulii. Or maybe it's all just the promise of what is going to happen. Whatever, you don't care if it happened or will happen. The desire is there, intangible. The urge for something to happen -or to repeat- will always be on the surface.

We agreed to meet at noon in the microcenter. They had managed to adjust their day to come see me, they had a long trip from the conurbation, and I had been preparing everything for several days.

I rented an apartment on Avda de Mayo and Reconquista. No hotels or discreet glances. No concierges or shifts. Just the three of us, for five hours, at our own pace.

There was champagne in the fridge and sushi on the table. Soft music and dim light. The doorbell rang and I let them in. Stan Getz was playing.

She was stunning. Radiant. She knew she was the desired woman. He was nervous. His gaze was evasive. So when he entered, I gave him a strong hug, as if we were old friends.

It was my way of sealing the pact that we had already celebrated some time ago. Luciana looked on, unsure what to do, because she felt out of place. It was part of the game.

After a few jokes, Martin stepped aside and introduced me to Luciana. I said nice to meet you and gave her a kiss that stopped just short of her cheek. Her face flushed. She was starting to understand what was happening there.

I served them a glass of champagne and we toasted.

-I toast to the love between partners, and to what is about to happen here.

-Cheers, my guests said timidly.

The sushi was very good, and bubbles, as everyone knows, loosen everything. We were talking about life, family, work, and I stopped behind her, still talking. As if nothing was going to happen. And I placed my hands on her shoulders, still talking to him. As if she didn't exist... My hands started doing their job, and I saw her close her eyes. That was the starting point.

When he felt My hands on her face, I pulled her head back and unbuttoned her shirt, showing her voluptuousness wrapped in beautiful black lingerie.

I took her hand and put her on her feet. I asked Martin to lift the table, and he knew by my sign that he should put the soft cushion that would serve as a tablecloth, while he was undressing his wife, and already completely naked, I asked him to get up on the table and lie down face down on it.

The table was set. The guests were also. A tense silence had settled over the atmosphere. Martin was clearly nervous, and I ordered him with my gaze to sit in the armchair. Another glass of wine was served and he prepared to watch.

I poured oils on her back, waist, and buttocks. And my hands started working on her lucky feet, and from there, slowly rising up the body, from the thighs to her back again.

Luli let out her first moan because she thought I was going to touch her booty or put fingers in her... pussy. We weren't even close to that yet, but desire had already begun to run through the body of that beautiful woman.

My two hands on her back, slowly tracing it... then her neck, and from there, down. I stopped at her waist... and now, naturally, tracing her buttocks. First one, then the other, without touching her... pussy, or her clitoris, or her anus... but rather tracing it deeply along the sides, along the edges, making concentric circles around them, indicating that those are the places, but not even brushing against them.

Until I invite her to turn over. I look at Martin's eyes and see a man dead with jealousy and excitement. And I let myself be carried away by Luli's nipple lust in my mouth while I slowly masturbate her. I want her to end with my kisses and caresses... I want her to moan, for her husband to hear how she enjoys it and begs for cock.

It is at this moment that... I make signs to Martín, so he comes closer and sees. Let him see how I kiss Luli's mouth. As I push my tongue into the depths of her mouth, and as she responds with a bodily convulsion. Both are burning with desire, but they're obedient. They wait for my order. They let themselves be led by my game, and that's why I'm here.

I tell him clearly to suck his cock and screw her like this, standing up, I'll put my two hands on Luli's face. They won't take long to cum. She first. With an animal-like groan. Her body twisting. And two more pushes from her hips, he pouring the cum into her belly.

After a long and relaxing massage, after a deep orgasm, they hugged each other and laughed and looked at me, confirming what I already knew. That they felt comfortable. That they were having a good time, and that we had four beautiful hours of three-way sex ahead of us.

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