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Compendium IIII lifted my head and made sure Emma was still sleeping. Really, neither of us wanted to wake her up because she had already had a lot and deserved her rest. However, just like me, Marisol wouldn't let the night be complete without me giving her an anal day in between. And that night, I desired it with urgency. So, trying to be as quiet as possible, I rolled onto my knees and positioned myself behind my wife. I grabbed her hips tightly and penetrated her with force, sinking my member into her appetizing tiny ass.
However, it was the oscillation we were experiencing that gave us away. They can imagine Emma's surprise as she looked at us hypnotized as the two of us moved in perfect coordination. She told us she felt a sense of jealousy, but also a feeling of curiosity. To be part of something bigger than herself.With Marisol, they looked back at each other, and although my wife was smiling and trying to excuse herself, the reality was that they were looking at each other without rivalry, but understanding and accepting each other mutually.
Marisol arched her back, loudly moaning as my thrusts took her to the limit. Her internal walls held me strongly, milking my penis with each spasm. The bed shook violently under our combined weight, and Emma could feel the heat of our bodies, where sweat marked the skin. She told us it was something she had never experienced before.
When finally the moment came to share our orgasm, we rested together again, once more entwined with each other. It wasn't necessary to say more words: the connection between us spoke for volumes.Emma stretched out, tracing her finger across my wife's chin, feeling her soft skin under her touch.
When the first rays of morning crossed the curtains, projecting golden lines above the bed, Emma found herself lost in thought. As she looked at me, being that point where exhaustion is so intense you even feel too tired to sleep, and I was resting happily beside her with a hand wrapped around her waist, I smiled with my half-closed eyes in pleasure.
Then, she gazed at Marisol, who lay curled towards my side, her body leaning against mine.
She couldn't resist the feeling of longing rising up in her. A desire to experience it again, the same connection we had that night and be a part of it.
But unfortunately, there was a thought that held back Emma: her fear of pain. She had never had anal sex before, and the thought made her nervous.But contemplating Marisol's satisfied expression, exhausted to the bone, didn't stop her from feeling curious about it.
With the same mental connection they developed that afternoon, Marisol sat up on my shoulder and looked at me with her eyes. There was once again an intrinsic understanding in their gazes and a calm reconfirmation that accelerated Emma's heart.
I insist that without saying words, Marisol sat up on me and took Emma's hand, squeezing it gently.
When I felt the movement, I noticed Emma's gaze, as if she were wondering if I had one more effort left before starting the day. I can't deny that her hopeful gaze inspired me, feeling my erection regaining consistency under my abdomen.
Then, with a flirtatious smile, Emma rolled over onto her stomach, presenting herself to me.+Please! – I heard the clear whisper of my nightingale in Spanish.
In fact, I turned to look at her and found myself with her lovely pleading eyes, eager for me to satisfy the curiosity of her new friend.
I half-smiled, already feeling uncomfortable pains in my manhood, and responded with a compassionate voice.
- I think I can do it again! – I replied to Marisol, positioning myself behind Emma, whom I warned. - Please remember that I'm a bit tired!
The girls laughed jokingly. I had ravished them until they were satisfied, although they knew this was simply gluttony; none of us wanted to back down.
I spat a little on her rear and started massaging her bum. Unlike Cheryl, whom I've put more than 3 fingers in before, I'd occasionally put one or two in Emma because I still liked making love to her.
As Emma lightly gasped, I also took advantage of masturbating her vaginally, doing it to extract her thick fluids and smear them on her anus, both exciting and lubricating her for what was coming.+Don't worry! – he said to her. –As long as you don't get nervous, it won't hurt that much. Besides, you already know how he is... (he said, looking at me lovingly) if he feels like you're in pain, he'll stop... (then he laughed softly again) He's going to feel like something is burning inside of you... something tasty... big... that wants to get inside of you. It's similar to when you lost your virginity, actually. But when his head clears, he'll rest a bit (he said, stroking her hair gently) so you can get used to it and when you're ready, he'll start again. Do you understand?
Marisol's words of encouragement calmed Emma down quite a bit, who let out a sigh. When she felt my penis between her cheeks, Emma told us she closed her eyes, preparing herself for the inevitable pain...
But instead, she felt a strange sensation, almost familiar, as I pushed inside of her. She told us it wasn't that bad as she thought it would be.
In fact, she felt... good.
As I started pushing inside of her, Emma let out a shuddering breath. I was gentle but firm, with my hands holding onto her waist to guide myself.
Marisol was looking at us from the side, with her own hand caressing Emma's stomach. The connection between the three of us was palpable, and as she continued to push, I felt closer to us. Even reached the point where finally, the sphincter gave way and I could put my head in. Emma, beyond all our expectations, let out a moan of pleasure that made her stretch.orOh, God! – she commented, in a very happy and satisfied tone. – I always knew that sex with you would be good!Marisol and I smiled, relieved that the experience didn't bother her. And as my wife said, we rested a bit so she could get used to having me inside.
I started moving slowly. At first, her orgasm grew slowly, like a pain in the deepest part of her being. But as my rhythm accelerated, her breathing became interrupted again and pleasure began to erupt in her, bombarding her with waves. She arched her beautiful back, moaning my name gratefully while I was penetrating her more deeply, filling her and making her entire body shake with joy.
When it all ended, we collapsed once more, our bodies covered in sweat and the remnants of our love juices. For a good hour, we remained there resting, the three of us entwined and our minds processing the intensity of what we had lived.
But as dawn began to illuminate our windows, we knew that the situation had changed and there would be no turning back.
We barely slept for 4 hours, with our bodies aching and our minds somewhat dazed. We got up just enough and went to the bathroom, where the girls exchanged complicit glances.
Despite being covered in sweat and smelling of sex, their smiles were unbreakable. It seemed as if the two of them had shared something incredibly special, almost sacred.
Occasionally, I'd notice his eyes on me, since my still-swollen penis was the center of their attention. Explaining that my remaining erection was just aesthetic didn't help. However, as usually happens when my nightingale is with another woman, their curiosity and desire only grew stronger. I caught a rare wink between them before they asked me to shower first.
Honestly, I was grateful. I felt sticky, stinky, dirty, and sweaty. And really, I needed a hot shower urgently...
However, without making a sound, they snuck into the bathroom with me under the excuse that they didn't want to leave me alone, so they pushed me towards the cool tiles, since the two of them wanted to wash me in gratitude.
In reality, they took their job seriously, lathering my arms, back, thighs, waist, and legs meticulously, exploring every inch of my body at their whim, leaving my groin for last.
With Emma's sensual gaze, biting her lower lip and with her eyes sparkling with desire like my nightingale, pulling out her thirsty tongue, they asked me to calm down... They would do all the work... Said and done, their hands gathered to attend to me. Because once they had washed my penis with soap, both Emma and Marisol knelt down, taking turns to kiss and suck it, making sure I was completely clean and smooth at the same time.Once they left me with a fool's smile and were satisfied, they backed off, with their wet and seductive bodies piling up on top of each other and smiled like a pair of high school girls.
After drying off, Marisol had the brilliant idea to have breakfast naked. It seemed like the perfect way to start the day.
We sat down to breakfast, still wet from the water and occasionally, our sight would be torn away while we were eating, remembering what had lived a couple of hours before. The truth is, it was a carefree and playful moment that seemed to give a certain normality to how our relationship could be in the future.But we continued being responsible parents. And much to our regret, we had to return to the bedroom to get dressed, since our children were waiting for us at Sonia's house.
However, the closeness and friendship between Marisol and Emma remained, and despite my wife giving her friend a chance to grope her breasts with the intention of making sure they didn't slip out of her bra, she actually didn't feel it was out of place.
After all, we were friends and our connection ran much deeper than our physical desires.
Then, after getting into the van, we would exchange discreet glances and secret smiles. It was curious to see that Emma's nervousness from the night before had completely disappeared, replaced by a sense of comfort and confidence.
In fact, Emma still goes to bed with me and yes, Marisol is aware of it. But that doesn't change the fact that we're all in this together. From those moments on, we became truly friends and no matter what life's twists and turns may bring, we would face them together.
As soon as we arrived and saw each other, Sonia knew what had happened between us. It was obvious that the three of us had spent a wild and pleasant night...
However, so and all, Sonia was truly grateful to us. Almost moved to tears, she told us that without having met Marisol and me, she would probably never have been a mother. And that night, although she knew we were having fun in our own way, it was one of the happiest because she felt her house was full of life.In fact, when Bastián arrived, he first hugged and thanked Marisol and then me for giving his sisters permission to spend the night at their home.
On the other hand, Emma was very proud that her daughter behaved like a mature girl and didn't miss coming back home. Nevertheless, as we were about to leave with her daughter at her house, we could tell she felt sad saying goodbye to Marisol and me.
Despite the emotions and freedoms of our shared experiences, there's still part of Emma who wants to live more. She knew it wouldn't be the last time together, but thinking about waiting made her heart ache.
Marisol realized that once we left her at her entrance and she bid us farewell with a wave, Emma forced herself to smile.
Unfortunately, it wasn't easy. But we're all adults and will have to face what the future holds. Without forgetting, of course, that both she and we have to take care of our own families.
And as I supported my hand on the gearshift, I felt the small and fresh hand of my nightingale on mine. She looked at me, sighed deeply, and released the air slowly.
It was time to focus on the here and now and enjoy the time with our daughters.Next post
1 comentários - PDB 37 Noche de “las madres” …(IV y final)
Ahora cual falta hacerle el anal?
Porque deben quererlo todas