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Compendium IIIIf I had to choose a single woman to sleep with, apart from my wife Marisol, among those I already know, my choice would be Emma. Although Cheryl is innocent, sweet, and has the biggest breasts of all, she lacks the spark that shows initiative in a relationship. In other words, she would do anything to keep the man she's dating, which, although it's endearing, doesn't incite the type of connection I'm looking for in a woman.
Aisha and Isabella, on the other hand, possess a unique attraction that comes from their elegance. However, they make me believe I'm out of their class. They are women accustomed to refined things in life and regardless of how open Aisha may be, I can't shake off the feeling of being out of place.But among them, there is Emma. She stands out in ways that remind me of my first days with my nightingale. Her considerate nature towards me, her ability to say no when necessary, those virtues resonate deeply with me, bringing back memories of the times when Marisol and I started going out.A marked instance in my memories was when I wanted to buy boots for Marisol since her sneakers were frozen for winter. My 'polola' at the time dissuaded me from doing so, arguing that we had just started going out on dates and didn't want to waste money on her. Marisol's selflessness and support shone in those moments, allowing me to see that my nightingale had the material to be a good wife, and I see the same quality in Emma, especially in how she takes care of her daughter Karen.Emma has a class that reminds me of Marisol. For me, taking her out to an elegant place would be a pleasure, not because she demands it, but because she, like my nightingale, would feel she doesn't deserve it. And that humility, combined with that strength, makes her extremely attractive to me.
The morning of Tuesday at the hotel, we started having anal sex. She was excited. After hearing Aisha and Izzie's stories and living them through our trio with Marisol for the first time, I was starting to get used to it.
Although I was stretching out a part of her that no one had done before to her, I had the confidence that I'm a disciplined type, assuring her that the experience would be sufficiently pleasant and intriguing for her to want more.Emma arched her back, receiving my penis like a champion. When I started penetrating her slowly, her golden hair was agitated with each oscillation of her hips, becoming more and more intense with each thrust. Her nails were grasping at the sheets, clawing into the soft fabric, as she tried to anchor herself in this moment of submission. Her body tensed and relaxed, synchronizing each of my movements with its own rhythm.
My hands explored her entire body, grabbing her breasts, pinching her nipples while I was cunniling her. I pressed my body against hers, with my lips softly brushing her ear as I whispered words of encouragement and passionate desire to her.
The sensation of my rough hands on her smooth skin was causing shivers, making her wetter for me. Our movements became strong and urgent, a dance of pleasure and punishment that left us breathless and aching. As our bodies synchronized, we let go in the moment, forgetting the outside world and everything that existed in it. In those few precious moments, we were free to explore each other's desires and capable of finding liberation in the depths of our union.Our passion reached its climax and with a final thrust, I came, my body tensing as I released deeply inside her. Emma also screamed, feeling my warm seed pouring into her anus, filling her and leaving her exhausted. When the last waves of pleasure hit her, she collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily and looking at me with a mix of love and lust in her eyes.
I fell beside her, gasping heavily, my chest heaving as I tried to recover my breath. I extended my hand, brushing aside one of her golden locks, intending to whisper 'I love you' to her, but she interrupted it by placing her index finger on my lips.
Shut up! – she ordered, dead of laughter and with rosy cheeks, under her sweat. - Don't ruin it!I had no other option than to keep silent.
But as I felt my swollen piece of flesh stuck to her butt, Emma couldn't help but smile. She had never done something so depraved with another guy. And yet, doing it with me made her feel good.
While she was searching for me with her hands to make me grope her breasts and have my mouth kiss her neck, I think we both felt the experience of being in love and being a couple.
From a hot type that can't hold back anymore and a slutty one who loves being fondled... It was like a memory from a youthful past where love was simple, passionate, and animal, and we didn't have to answer to anyone else. He started moving discreetly, pressing himself closer to me, wanting to feel every inch of my body inside her. Our movements regained their ferocity and urgency as before, as if trying to make up for the lost time, all those years we were apart without knowing each other.With each deep thrust, I felt our fusion transcending the physical. It was as if it were seeping beneath our skin, towards our own souls, and we would proclaim ourselves to each other as our own.I whispered obscenities in her ear, telling her how much I desired her, how much I needed her. My hands explored her body with possession, pinching her nipples and tracing the shape of her ribs. I sucked on her neck, sucking her precious skin until it blushed and swelled. The bedroom spun around us, a whirlwind of pleasure and desire.
And when we touched the ceiling again, it felt like the world had stopped. Time slowed down, and everything that existed was the sensation of skin against skin, the rhythm of our moist gasps mingling in the air. It was a moment of pure ecstasy, where we shared an experience far beyond what we had shared before.
Emma's orgasm hit me like lightning, her body tensing on the bed as she screamed my name. It wasn't long before I followed suit, my body tensing as I finished inside her, collapsing onto hers, pinning her to the mattress.
For a moment, we were too exhausted to move. Too consumed by our passion.
As our breathing normalized, I realized the other sounds in the room: some leaves rustling outside the window, the tick-tock of the nightstand clock...
The world seemed surreal, as if we had escaped reality and created a temporary parallel universe, where the two of us were its only inhabitants.
But then I heard Emma's sigh combine with her laughter.
Oh, you've got to believe I'm a tremendous slut! she confessed, burying her face in the pillow. Honestly, I can't stop thinking about you! Your cock is surprising! And if I'm not thinking of... lick her, ride her or have her stuck in my ass, I'm eating, sleeping or playing with my daughter. I laughed, stroking her golden hair with my fingers.
-Emma, you're not a slut. I said that with a smile. You're just a woman who discovered what she truly wants and desires.I kissed her neck, feeling the taste of her sweat and the intense aroma of her hair.
-And I promise you feel the same way too. I can't stop thinking about you either. It's like my body was programmed to desire you.
I noticed something sad in her eyes, as if she were regretful. I adjusted her between my arms and forced her to look at me.
-Emma, I understand that this is difficult for you! I imagine you feel guilty and ashamed. But please, try to remember that it's not just about our needs. It's about our love for each other. About finding happiness in a world that wants to defeat us.
Her eyes were filled with emotion.
Oh, I know! she whispered. I just wish things could be different.
I took her hand and kissed her.
-Things can be different. We can make them different. Together.
I leaned towards her, pressing my lips against hers, her mouth opened and our tongues met with tenderness and filled with promise.
-We can make things work, Emma.- I encouraged. -You just have to believe in us.
I could see that my words had an effect on her, the way her arms wrapped around me and brought me closer.
-I believe in us.- she whispered, hiding her face against my chest. -I want to believe...
And as we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, that wonderful idea that has been taking up space in my head became present...
I had fantasized about it for a long time, and with my nightingale aware of our situation, it seemed much more possible than ever. So I decided to discuss the topic with Emma, with my heart racing at her possible reaction.
-I pulled away from her embrace and took her soft and delicate face between my hands, looking into her eyes.
-Emma? -I whispered, fearful of her response. -What do you think about spending the night together? It's something I've been deseading for a good time... and now that Marisol knows your daughter... well, it seems more feasible than ever.
My words hung in the air between us, with the possibility of sharing a complete night of intimacy and passion, like a delicate flower, waiting to be cared for or crushed. I held my breath, waiting for her reaction.
Honestly, I don't know. – she replied, impacted by the idea.
Having known my nightingale, I knew that Marisol is a permissive wife, and that she found certain pleasure in knowing that her husband was involved in sexual encounters with other women.
Still, the idea intrigued her. Her only problem was Karen, since Emma wasn't willing to leave her daughter with some strangers. But Emma already knew that my wife is a good woman and that Karen likes her daughters.
So, being cautious as always, she looked at me with a mischievous, charming, and curious smile about how I would solve the problem...
Okay, I'm not saying yes yet, but you have to tell me what you're thinking.
I was thinking of inviting Karen to sleep over at my place. – I replied casually. You know we have extra beds and I could excuse myself to my daughters that I have to work late at night.
And Marisol? Won't she mind if you're sleeping with me somewhere else? – she asked, excited by the idea.
I laughed.
You still don't know Marisol! – I replied, looking at her lovingly. She's going to spend the night of her life thinking about what I'm going to do to you!
Emma was surprised. It seemed too good to be true.
Our only limitation is (and remains) that Isabella doesn't find out, because otherwise...
That's how we decided to go out on Friday night.
To Emma's surprise, I asked her to dress formally, justifying it with Karen by saying she had an important gala at work.
That night, she put on a beautiful pleated long dress that flowed around her like a dream. The dress, an elegant mix of sophistication and joy, hugged her figure in all the right places, showing off her voluptuous physique. Her high heels lengthened her already toned legs and gave her posture a gracious air.Her hazel eyes sparkled with pleasure as they reflected the warmth of her heart, while her modest golden bun cascaded down her back, enhancing her radiant face. Emma's pink and fine cheekbones were accentuated by a soft blush that complemented her natural beauty. Her plump and rosy lips curved into a radiant smile, revealing her perfect teeth, which instinctively made me want to kiss and bite.
At my house, I had the same excuse for my daughters: that Emma had an important gala at work and needed to go with a partner, so not only Karen would sleep over with them but also Bastián, who would take advantage of having another pajama party, which eventually consoled them a bit, since they wouldn't be able to prepare sushi with Cheryl the next day.
However, when she saw Marisol in person, Emma finally calmed down. For my nightingale, it was reassuring to know that Emma loved me for the same details with which I ended up falling in love with her: being ready, handsome, kind, honest, and a true gentleman, so the idea of us spending the night together thrilled her.
After undressing Emma with my dressing gown, she was surprised to see that we weren't following our usual route to the hotel we frequently visited, but instead were heading directly to Downtown. Greater was her surprise when she saw that, just like months before I proposed it to her, I was taking her nothing more and less than the Hyatt in Melbourne.Oh, come on, Marco, it's not funny! - she commented with her sparkling eyes about to cry, but at the same time, thrilled to know that everything was true.
But when I saw her dazzled, I realized that Emma is as humble as I am and that she was really surprised that I would take her to such an elegant place, as if she were a real princess.
She was overwhelmed by the opulence of the local. The lobby, adorned with chandelier lamps with multiple crystals, was the first thing that caught her attention; next were the lush flowers, whose freshness didn't hesitate to sniff and the piano music playing at the bar was what captivated and calmed her. The receptionist who attended me nodded discreetly with a modest smile when returning my card, understanding that for Emma it was her first opportunity in such an elegant stay.
Are you sure this is necessary? – she asked, looking dazzled at the termination and furniture I found on my way. – It's all so... elegant.I took her by the waist and we kissed. I think I never felt her lips more willing, alive, and warm than in those moments.
-Emma, you know very well that everything this is worth it. – I replied, taking her hand and intertwining it with mine. – You deserve to be pampered and made to feel like a queen.
With a rather warm and humble look, she couldn't help but wonder who deserved to be in that place...
And Marisol...? – she asked, with her voice dissolving on the way.
I smiled back at her.
-Marisol has also come, and yes, she's happy for us. – I assured her, gently squeezing her hand. – She knows how much you mean to me, and understands that our love is stronger than any limitation or rule.
I knew Emma wanted to believe me, but thinking about being still married to Marisol bothered her. She was aware of our unconventional marital arrangement and felt guilty for enjoying herself so much that night with Marisol's husband.
She tried to drown her concerns in a complacent smile, letting the music from the bar calm her down. It was tropical. Sensual. Intriguing. She startled when I hugged her from behind.
-Never have I paid attention to these rare services! – I whispered in her ear. - Do you want to visit it?
No, I don't know if I should...! – she replied timidly.
But generally, at night, they have some kind of event for VIP members like myself.
The possibility of imagining Emma and Karen on a cruise or exotic location ended up solving my decision with a wicked smile.
I took her hand and led her. The light was dim. The music, pleasant. Tranquil. Evoking tropical places.
After offering her a seat and enjoying our company, I noticed Emma looking at me intrigued. despite trying to be as open and honest as possible, she still looked at me as if she didn't know me. or was your country like that? – she asked after we were brought drinks. -not at all! – i replied with a smile. – people in my country like to celebrate, but not so often. we have our festivals and special celebrations, but they are separated by months. she smiled, sipping her drink charmingly. -i know! we're a bit boring! – i surprised her with unexpected honesty, making her laugh. oh no! oh no! – she responded, calming me down, holding my hand. – after getting to know you, it makes sense the kind of person you are. we went to the dance floor. since it was a more romantic slow song, i took her around the waist. she felt protected. at peace. i could see in her eyes how much she wanted to have known me before. having known someone, like marisol did, who could be a friend and partner at any moment.
I didn't want her to admit she was falling in love with me, although I already knew. For a woman as intelligent as she, she knew the disadvantages of loving me: I was a married man, good in bed, a true gentleman, an excellent father... She knew that forgetting me would probably be the most difficult thing to do in her entire life. But still, she wanted to give me the confidence that I wouldn't leave her side.
I held her by the waist and kissed her. She no longer resisted. In fact, I think she never did. But I could see that being with me made her feel like a lady and at the same time, brought out her insatiable side. I could imagine how she was clinging to me and searching for my package, and it must have been making her underwear wet by the minute.
As we danced, she could feel the warmth spreading through her body, releasing a hot gasp in my ear. It was a sensation she hadn't experienced in a long time, if ever. She was surprised and scared.
I could see that she was struggling not to fall in love with me. She couldn't help it. She was Karen's mother. It would be too complicated and confusing...
But I held her tighter and pressed my chest against hers, shielding her from the intense pounding in my heart. She must have known our connection wasn't just about passion.
She felt loved, desired, and appreciated, which intoxicated her.
Emma, I whispered, caressing her hair with my nose. You're the most beautiful woman in this room.
She looked at me as if I was lying to her. As if she ignored her own beauty and charm when she saw herself. But it didn't matter. In those moments, with me, she could pretend it was real.
That only she was everything for me.
As the music enveloped us, she closed her eyes and let herself enjoy feeling between my arms. She couldn't deny that she felt good. And like me, she knew deep down that no matter how much it would hurt in the end, we wouldn't be able to stay apart.
When I took her to our room, little remained for it to start crying. The room looked just as elegant or more, as I surely imagined.
I jumped on top of her, kissing her fiercely. Her hands were struggling with the buttons of my shirt, her nails scratching my skin as she tried to undress me.
I needed her inside her. Now. With urgency.
I hesitated for a moment, wanting to offer her a drink, but the desperation in her eyes left it clear that that didn't interest her. She needed me. Needed this. I smiled gently, guiding her towards the bedroom.
The room was poorly lit, because in our anxiety, we didn't bother to turn on the lights and the pristine sheets were tangled and rumpled in two times.
It was the perfect setting for her desires. Emma pushed me onto the bed, sitting astride my hips. Her lips released a moan as she felt my hands squeezing her plump breasts, pinching and provoking her.
I looked at her hungry eyes and it was all she could do before losing herself in those depths.
With an animalistic growl, I turned her over so that she was under me. With my weight pressing down on her, she arched her back, offering herself to me. My fingers didn't take long to find the moisture between her thighs and she moaned my name as I started to caress her flooded opening.
-I want to fill you! Be inside of you! - I whispered, with my lips sliding along her jawbone. - I want to feel your warmth around me!
Emma nodded desperately, burying her fingers in my shoulders. She couldn't take it anymore. She needed me inside her, needed to feel the union we had shared during the night but more intense. She needed to feel her completely to her marrow.
With a pleasant moan, I plunged into her, filling her. Emma screamed, contorting herself as the sensation overwhelmed her.
It was like going back home, like connecting with a piece of myself that I hadn't realized I'd forgotten. I started moving slowly, letting it adjust to the sensation of having me inside, but didn't take long for my movements to become more urgent and desperate.It followed my pace, finding me in each thrust, with tension increasing tightly within it. I could feel its orgasm growing, forming like a wave trying to consume us both.
Oh, I'm going to come! - she gasped, clawing at my shoulders. - Mark, I'm...!
But that was what made me different: other men had left Emma wanting to reach her orgasm. But not me. I make her cum and more. I gave it hard, unstoppable... but also gentle, loving, and generous.
She came, but I kept pumping inside her. Deeper. Stronger.
She said that in those moments, she felt me like a machine. Disciplined. Constant. She admired me because I could contain my pleasure like a master, although extending Emma's more beyond her sanity. It seemed like she was on the verge of exploding, her body shattered by an intense pleasure that seemed almost painful. And yet, she kept thrusting into me, with my hot breathing burning her neck, my hips moving to a rhythm that was both brutal and tender.
I kept thrusting, thrusting and thrusting. I didn't have intentions of coming yet, reaching parts inside her that I wasn't conscious of having and was completely sure no one else had reached. I felt my control, my expertise. It was as if I knew exactly how to press her buttons to make her feel splendid, hot and excited.I whispered my name, with her nails tearing at my back as her body was consumed by wave after wave of pleasure. She could feel me intensely, as if it was too much for her to bear, but she still didn't want it to end. Neither did I want it to stop. I wanted to keep going, making her feel that way, making her feel like she was the only woman in the world.
And finally, when time couldn't take it anymore, I released my orgasm and she felt relief and warmth filling her slowly. She could feel my love, desire and passion pouring into her again and again. She screamed, with her body becoming limp as the last echoes of pleasure faded away, leaving her exhausted, satisfied and more in love than ever.
Emma panted. No one else had made her pant. Every time I make love to her, she ends up panting, with her heart racing and feeling pleasure throughout her entire body.
Every time I come inside her, she feels delightfully satisfied. She finds me so gentle, strong, passionate and affectionate that it seems like I was made only to satisfy her. As if she had been waiting for me all her life.
She wrapped her legs around my hips, holding me tightly, not wanting the moment to end. I could feel her sweat sliding down her back and didn't care. I didn't want to move or do anything except feel myself inside her.
She buried her face in my chest, as if she were breathing in my essence, from making love, from the passion that filled the air. I was sure I was the only one who made her... He made me feel that way and she knew it.
I love you. – she whispered, with a barely audible voice – I love you so much.
I kissed her, moved by emotion.
– I love you too, Emma.–
I said, kissing her forehead and stroking her hair piled on her forehead.
And it was in those moments of calm together that she finally paid attention to the elegance of the bedroom. She had been so lost in passion for making love that she hadn't noticed the details. Above the dresser there was an elegant and spacious mirror, a vintage sofa opposite the bed where we were resting, the exquisite Persian carpet at our feet...
I lit the nightstand lamp, seeing that it wouldn't make sense to visit if I didn't appreciate the comforts.
o Why did you bring me here? – she asked, amazed by the furniture.
I smiled at her, looking at her with tenderness.
– Because I wanted to show you how much I like you, Emma. I wanted to create a special moment for us two, where we could share some time and forget about the rest.
She studied my face carefully, searching for signs of deceit, but there weren't any. My feelings for Emma are sincere, genuine.
And in those moments, she realized that she trusted me. She trusted with her heart, her feelings, and all the essence that makes her her.
o Thanks. – she thanked, kissing me and caressing my body with hers – Thanks for showing me how much you love me.
But her attentions only fueled my desires, just like the first time, she bit her lip, feeling between her legs that we would have a busy night...
I continued pushing her, kissing her. The feeling was intense and seductive, it's the only thing I can say about those moments. Every touch was demanding. Every caress, urgent. It was as if I needed to consume her completely, to make sure there was nothing of hers that didn't belong to me.
And she didn't care, she wanted to give herself completely to me.
The room started spinning and the world around us faded away. The only thing that mattered was the warmth of my body against hers, the taste of her skin on his lips. We were again those 2 unique inhabitants in that parallel world where pleasure, love, joy and we existed.
And then, after having contained myself all the time, I penetrated her deeply, claiming her with a primitive scream that resonated in her soul. She arched her back, screaming my name while our bodies moved in perfect harmony. The pleasure was so intense, but she accepted it, embraced it, knowing it was only thanks to me.
When the climax hit her like a wave, she felt herself spiraling down to a place where only we and the love we shared existed. And as we collapsed together on the bed, gasping, she knew that no matter what happened afterwards, she would always remember this night. This moment. This love.
The ecstasy of our love remained in the air, a tangible presence that seemed to saturate every inch of the room. Emma was lying face down, her breathing ragged as she tried to catch her breath. She felt my weight pressing against her, with my erection trying to bury itself inside her. I was hard again and my breath brushed against her neck.
You're so tight, I said, kissing the skin behind her ear. So perfect.
Emma whimpered softly, arching her back instinctively. She knew what I wanted. She could feel it, the tacit desire that burned between us. She wanted me to take her from behind, fuck her ass.
The idea sent a shiver of anticipation through her. She had never been with a man who liked anal sex before, but she knew she'd been with enough women to know what she was doing. She trusted me, my experience and control. And she desired it. She wanted me to take her there, show her what it felt like to be claimed in every possible way.
With a soft moan, she threw herself back and wrapped her fingers around my erect penis.
I pressed her tight entrance, causing her slippery and sweaty folds to slide open. She felt me opening it up, stretching her tight bum, and then I pushed inside. It was tight, impossibly tight, and for a moment she was sure she couldn't take it. But then I started pushing, slowly at first, and she felt herself giving in to me.My penis entered and exited her ass, filling her in a way she didn't know was possible. She arched her back and my fingers dug into her shoulders as I rode her. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before, and she couldn't help but moan with pleasure.
As we moved together, she felt a wave of heat flood through her, starting from within and spreading outward until all the nerve endings in her body were burning. She felt herself getting closer, the pleasure increasing inside her, and then I penetrated her deeply, reaching a point that brought her to the brink.
Her orgasm took hold of her, waves of pleasure coursing through her body as she screamed with pleasure. I kept penetrating her until the end, with increasingly stronger and faster thrusts while I came inside her.
When we finally collapsed together on the bed, panting and sweaty, she knew that this was just the beginning of something new. Something intense, raw, and incredibly real. And as we lay there, she couldn't help but wonder what other secrets her bodies held.
But simply, I didn't want to let her rest. I wanted to make sure Emma would be mine, no matter what happened. That after she knew another guy, her thoughts would gravitate towards me. And the only way to do that was by devouring her sex with madness.
I didn't care about tasting my own semen. I had my own agenda. And Emma was going crazy. She had never had such intense sex. Not even in her first year, where threesomes were weekly events. For her, I was something else. I loved because of that.
I licked her folds, circling her clitoris with my tongue. She arched her back and her hips rose off the bed. I inserted two fingers and curved them upwards to caress her G-spot. Her moans resonated through the room and I couldn't help but feel a wave of satisfaction at hearing them.She came with force and her body tensed and shuddered under my caresses. I kept licking her and inserting my fingers, determined to bring her back to climax. And when I did, her orgasm shook her entire body, making her cry out my name.
She collapsed onto the bed, breathless and exhausted. I crawled over to her and gave her a tender kiss on the cheeks.
Mía, I whispered, my voice rough with desire. You'll always be mine.
She wrapped her arms around me, holding me close, and for a moment we lost ourselves in the ecstasy of passion.
But I knew my work wasn't done yet. There was more to do, more territory to cover. Because I wanted Emma, and I wasn't going to let anyone else have her.
We slept for a few hours, our bodies tangled in the sheets. When I woke up, I couldn't help but feel an ardent desire for her. I knelt down and caressed her swollen sex, still slippery from the sex we'd had hours earlier. She was already wet, and I couldn't resist the impulse to take her.
I positioned myself between her legs, my hardness pressing against her entrance. Without waking her, I pushed slowly inside her, feeling her tightness envelop me. She was so hot and wet that the pleasure was almost unbearable. I started moving faster, lost in the rhythm of our bodies, though I didn't want to wake her.
Emma let out a moan and opened her eyes. She looked at me, confused and excited.
Marco? she exclaimed, moaning softly, still half asleep. But it's still very early...
I couldn't help but smile as I continued penetrating her.
I couldn't resist, I replied, enjoying her completely. You looked too good. beautiful.
Her eyes opened wide as she realized it. But before she could respond, I slid my fingers inside her, finding her clitoris and massaging it to the rhythm of my thrusts, while my lips silenced hers in a kiss. Her moans filled the room and I felt her body tense and relax around me as she reached climax.
When we came together, I collapsed onto her again, our sweaty bodies stuck together. I knew I had conquered her and no one else would have her like I did.
We were so exhausted and consumed by ourselves that we didn't feel hungry. We looked at each other and kissed, enjoying being inside her and naked, with no time limit.
But her maternal instinct still resisted. Although it was around 9 pm, she wanted to take a bath and go home, regardless of the fact that on her way to the shower she would take me by the penis.
When we got in, while she was getting wet and sighing very sensually, Emma couldn't help but notice how my eyes were fixed on her body, with what resides between my legs swelling and rising with each second. It was a look of possession and desire, and she felt a shiver of anticipation. She knew exactly what I wanted.
She turned towards me and knelt down on the smooth floor tiles.
Do you want something, Marco? - she purred, slightly arching her back.
My gaze locked onto her opulent and radiant breasts and she could see the hunger in my eyes.
I groaned as I felt her hands on my wet skin, enveloping and caressing me softly. I could see that she also wanted it. That she liked my size. My shape. My taste.
Similar to Marisol, it seemed like a bite. Like a tasty breakfast, to satisfy her hunger...
You're jodidely beautiful. - I managed to say before I found her in my mouth.
Emma smiled when she put it in her mouth, still hard and shiny from the sex they had done before. She leaned forward and started to suck it. It tasted salty and masculine, like a delicious treat. Her tongue danced over my glans, playing with it while pushing it deeper into her mouth. I felt myself getting harder, my lips stretching as she pushed it in further. My hips moved forward wildly, being sucked into that imposing spatial vortex that didn't let even light escape, pushing into her mouth as I lost control. Our moans filled the shower, and she could feel her pleasure coursing through her. When I finally came, she swallowed every last drop, savoring its flavor. When I could lean against the shower wall to catch my breath, Emma looked at me with a satisfied smile. 'That was for you,' she said simply, before turning to rinse off the taste from her lips.It was our secret. Our little private game. And I knew that as long as we were together, it would always be like that.After dressing and checking out, I noticed Emma's gaze saddened. Although she was worried about Karen, she wanted to keep enjoying me a bit more.
I wanted her to be my lover, not just another woman. I wanted her to be the one who made me feel this way always, the one who gave me pleasure and satisfaction.
As I drove, she looked at me and saw how hard I was trying to keep my eyes on the road, focused on driving, enjoying the pleasure of silence and satisfaction of her company. Her hand moved slightly, and I knew what she was thinking. I confess that I also desired her: I wanted to have her mouth over me again.
Without hesitation, she leaned forward and unbuckled her belt. Before I could realize what was happening, she had her cock in her hand.
Not yet done with you, she whispered, taking it to her mouth.
She lifted and lowered her head, wrapping it around his lips while making magic. I could feel my hands gripping the steering wheel, with white knuckles and a lost gaze from trying not to lose control. But she didn't care. She was determined to make me lose control, to make me forget everything except for the pleasure she was giving me.
I felt her getting harder and more swollen in her mouth and my hips starting to move at the rhythm of her movements. She sucked it deeper with more force while I discreetly groaned and groaned. And when I came, spilling semen into her throat, she knew that meant being mine.
In those moments, she was mine, and I was hers. And as I continued driving, she couldn't help but hide her smile, foreshadowing that the next time we saw each other, it would be like this. A passionate and secret love story.
Before arriving home, we stopped at a store. Emma bought a drink, intending to masking the penis smell coming out of her mouth, while I bought one to hydrate myself.
When we finally arrived, it was already 2 pm. Marisol smiled mischievously, having a pretty clear idea of what had happened that night, at seeing my tired face.
But Emma went back into mom mode as soon as Karen arrived and hugged her. My daughters, on the other hand, seemed annoyed by their father's absence, while Bastián was delighted, since he was surrounded by most of the people who cared about him and would pass through leaving Emma to leave his house.
Although on the way to Emma's house, I was captivated looking at her sitting next to me. Her thoughtful and silent smile, while Karen and Bastián chatted carelessly, made me speculate what she might be thinking...
And unable to contain my thoughts, I started imagining how our life as married people would have been: I would have taken her to the altar, buying her a precious white dress, noticing in her eyes how her heart reflected overflowing love and happiness.
Our sons would have been beautiful, with the beauty and cunning of their mother, and we would have raised them together, in an atmosphere of love and stability. Just like I did with Marisol, we would have traveled and known new cultures and had memories for a lifetime.When I arrived at her house, I had to return to reality. Although it was attractive, it's not the same as what I already have with Marisol. And yes, as I mentioned earlier, Emma has the stuff to be a good wife. But I have mine and I'm happy, to the point where I can distinguish what is fleeting and what is permanent.
Unfortunately, with Emma, we're just friends, occasional lovers who have to keep our secret hidden from our sons.
Emma sighed and shook her head to clear out the fantasies in her mind. As she got out of the car, I noticed how she reminded herself of the rules: no displays of affection in public, no talking about their relationship, and most importantly, nothing that would reveal their secret to our sons.
Still, I looked at her, reflecting that I understood what was going through her mind and that it seemed similar to me, feeling quite frustrated. I knew that the next time I saw her, it would be like this. A stolen moment, a quick fuck and then we'd have to pretend nothing had happened.
But we couldn't help but desire something more, the life we dreamed of together.Next post
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