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Compendium IIIAs I mounted Maya, her hips moved in a rhythmic dance of passion, finding herself completely defenseless against my warm embrace and the sweetness of our kisses. My caresses seemed like a drug to her, making her desire more and more of my attentions. I could feel the love and affection in every thrust of my penis and filled her with a sense of belonging and satisfaction that she had never felt before.
The anger against Krishna was growing with each of my thrusts, the contrast between the cold, bitter marriage and the ardent passion I felt for him was obvious. The guilt I had felt before was replaced by a deep sense of betrayal.How could Krishna deny that to me? How could he refuse to give me what I needed?
That's why he looked at me with eyes seeking answers he never asked. I looked back at him, showing him a love, appreciation, and respect as surprising as overwhelming.
I never thought it could be like this. – he whispered softly and shamefully, almost audible only by the sound of our bodies colliding.
We started kissing more and more, while her hips were getting used to my size. She began to understand why Cheryl and I saw each other almost every Saturday and the reason she accompanied me so anxiously to leave Bastián at his swimming lessons.As she closed her eyes, gasping from my powerful thrusts filling her with satisfaction, it made her understand her friend's constant tardiness.
Later, she would admit jokingly that if she had the opportunity to make love with me every day, she wouldn't mind being late anywhere because the pleasure was too overwhelming.
When she felt her first orgasm, she even understood Cheryl's wardrobe change. The idea of having me, contemplating her body, made her wetter. She reached a second orgasm, remembering in those moments that she had already seen me in a swimsuit and sports clothes.
But still, she remembered that I maintained my composure. What I do remember is that by then, her kisses were wildly passionate.She felt a great pleasure at feeling my hands squeezing her breasts, looking at me differently...
The pleasure seemed to increase with each kiss, with each caress. Maya closed her eyes and let herself be carried away by the pleasure. Her marital situation no longer mattered; we were living in those moments the here and now and the love we were sharing.
When she reached orgasm, she knew she was hooked. The way my penis filled her made her feel alive, it was everything she could desire. The sound of our bodies colliding was a sign of our wild passion.
Maya threw herself back, panting, with her eyes meeting Cheryl's. The stunning redhead contemplated her with a complicit smile, reflecting her desires in her gaze.'Now I understand. – she commented to Cheryl, with an excited voice. – I understand why you like him so much.
Cheryl extended her hand and caressed Maya's cheek, with a gentle and affectionate look.
'It's a special type. – she whispered. – And we're lucky to have him.
Maya nodded, her eyes shining with tears that didn't fall.
'He likes me.' – she responded in a tender voice, her words escaping before she could stop them.
We looked at each other and our eyes changed from fear and shame, but sweetened when I saw that mine reflected love too. I caressed her cheek, wiping away a tear that escaped
-'You also like me.' – I said, pressing her nose with tenderness.
We had crossed the barrier, but Maya knew she didn't want to go back. She was in love with a married man and didn't regret it.
Our kisses became deeper, more desperate, as if they were trying to show me all the love and lust she had at that moment. Maya seemed to be drowning in a sea of pleasure, but didn't want to escape.
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Cheryl was contemplating us, with her own emotions in a whirlwind of happiness and a pinch of possessiveness. She knew this moment would come, having seen the spark between us from the beginning and having lived it herself. However, she hadn't anticipated the depth of her own feelings.With a soft push, she encouraged Maya to lean back, allowing me to see how my penis entered and exited her.
Maya, you're too beautiful! - she commented with a rough voice due to desire. - Look how much she loves it!
Maya's eyes widened in surprise, her breathing agitated. The poor girl had never felt so exposed or vulnerable. However, with Cheryl's words of encouragement, the experience seemed incredibly erotic.
Cheryl's red-haired goddess hand slid over Maya's body and her fingers found her clitoris, returning the favor received earlier. She started to rub it in slow and deliberate circles, watching as Maya's eyes rolled back in pleasure.
My thrusts became more frenzied, with my final orgasm finally arriving. I could feel Maya's vagina tightening around me, her muscles contracting at a rhythm that was driving me crazy.
With one last and desperate thrust, I came inside her, filling her with the last of my semen. Maya's body tensed and screamed her release, her vagina squeezing me exquisitely as she shuddered in pleasure.
When finally the intensity of our sex subsided, the three of us collapsed on the sofa, entwined, with our bodies drenched in sweat and accelerated hearts. The room was filled with our agitated breathing and the light aroma of sex.Maya felt a deep sense of peace, her body satiated and her heart full. She had never felt so alive, so desired. She looked at me again and seeing that I was looking at her with the same affection, knew she had made the right decision.
Cheryl snuggled up next to us, resting her hand on Maya's hip.
•They look lovely together. – she murmured, with a friendly voice that surprised Maya.
I smiled sweetly too. However, Maya's pleasant gaze changed to a much more sad and worried one.
>Can't believe this is happening! – Maya exclaimed, with a contrite voice. - I'm married, but I like you!
I took her hand, caressing her palm to calm her down.
-I know. – I responded softly. – I'm also married. But we can't help what we feel.
Cheryl approached and kissed both of us on the lips, her soft, gentle, and warm lips.
•Love doesn't always follow the rules, friend. – explained the captivating redhead. – Sometimes it finds a way.
We remained silent for a while, absorbing the gravity of the confessions. But then after a while, Cheryl and I started smiling, assuming that our lives had changed forever.Maya was surprised by Cheryl's understanding and honesty, who didn't hesitate to reveal her feelings openly and made her feel a deep sense of gratitude towards her for introducing this new world of sexual freedom. Despite the complexity of the situation, it made their bond stronger.
For my part, I expressed my own marital problems (having to lead a double life for my daughters, organizing times and opportunities, etc.) and how empathy and honesty had allowed me to maintain a deep connection with Marisol, even though she was the one who encouraged me to have a more libertine lifestyle.
Maya listened attentively, her heart aching from the love that Krishna never gave her. She felt a strange comfort in Cheryl's and my company. We had become her confidants, dance partners in a passionate and pleasurable dance that didn't want to end ever.
The hours flew by quickly. By the streetlights, I estimated it was past 10 PM. We were tired, sweaty, and dazzled. Once I managed to pull my penis out of Maya's warm interior, Cheryl didn't hesitate to clean me using her mouth. Maya was amazed. She wondered if she would ever be able to swallow something like that on her own.
However, we still maintained that warm, friendly, and affectionate joviality. It was seen in the way Cheryl and I would joke around, while she was unwrapping the rolls she would bring to my home. The affectionate way we talked about Marisol and my daughters. Although at first, Maya had been upset to learn that Cheryl had a love affair with me, after experiencing it personally, Maya realized that my sexual prowess and personality were two completely different things.The warm hug from Cheryl around her made Maya feel safe, even as she struggled with the multitude of emotions experienced throughout the day. She had crossed a line she never thought she would cross, but the love and acceptance she felt towards us seemed intoxicating.
As I was showering, the girls fell asleep naked on Cheryl's bed, their bodies entwined.
The two of them sighed as they saw me coming out wrapped in a towel, something that startled me since I insist I'm not that attractive. I smiled kindly at both of them.
I have to go, I informed them, my voice sorrowful. Marisol must be worried.
Maya nodded, understanding, but her gaze began to fade as I got dressed. However, Cheryl was hugging her around the waist and kissing her ear, in a mix between play and consolation trying to cheer her up.
Thanks, she whispered, her voice trembling. For everything.
I bent down to kiss her and Cheryl's lips.
Not at all, I whispered back. I'll see you soon.
And as I was leaving the door, I heard Maya ask:
Was this real?
I waited a few seconds to hear Cheryl's response.
As real as it can be, darling, she replied, her voice thick with emotion. But this is only the beginning.
When I got home, I was surprised to see my nightingale awake. She was wearing a white silk nightgown that accentuated her curves quite well, leaving little to the imagination. imagination. The fabric was so thin that it seemed almost transparent, revealing her seductive tuft of pubic hair between her legs and the hardened tips of her nipples.
¡My love! – exclaimed my nightingale, throwing herself into my arms and pressing her body against mine. - How was your day? We kissed passionately, savoring the refreshing lemon flavor of her kisses.
-It was... intense. – I had to admit, remembering the experiences of that day. – They two... are astonishing.
However, I noticed a slight tone of reproach in the eyes of my best friend, who thought I was referring to her skills in bed. Because of this, I caressed her cheek and looked into her eyes.
-Thank you, nightingale. – I thanked her with a hoarse voice from exhaustion. – For everything.
My nightingale searched for my eyes.
+¡You don't have to thank me! – She said between kisses. – I want you to be happy!
I let out a sigh, smiling at her strangely...
-Marisol, I'm already happy with you! – I explained, making her blush and kiss me even more, hanging from my shoulders. – Only that now I'm tired.
But my lamentations had not been enough for her. She had waited for me throughout the day, so her kisses were intense, just like her caresses and the closeness of our bodies and the revealingness of her clothing ended up surprising us both...
Marisol smiled mischievously, recognizing what was rubbing against her waist. With great naturalness, she caressed my erection, which once again forced my pants.
+¡Let me take care of you! – She ordered, with a voice loaded with lust.
I couldn't resist, watching as she got down on her knees and unbuttoned my pants. Indeed, I felt excited and Marisol was looking at me with eyes that combined lust, pride, and malice, licking her lips greedily. She started to suck it deeply, searching for traces of another woman's effluvia, making me beg for mercy.
Marisol put it in her mouth, with her tongue tracing whirlpools over my head, making me moan with pleasure. I could feel that every second, it was getting more swollen on the lips of my beloved and my hands held her head frenetically. Making a luxurious suck and stepping away from my erection for a couple of seconds, Marisol spoke to me. +Tell me! Tell me what you did! Tell me how she felt! - My wife demanded, taking the tip of my erection as if it were a scepter. While Marisol's mouth devoured me with avidity, I gave my best effort to recount what had happened that afternoon. I described Maya's surprised and pleasant eyes while she was being touched, how she had trembled over me while claiming her innocence. The heat of my wife was overwhelming at that moment, to the point where her femininity compressed itself, seeking relief and conforming to the frenzied hands on her swollen clitoris. She got onto the bed, positioning herself astride me, with her camisole high enough to reveal her shining sex. +Take me! - My nightingale pleaded, with a trembling voice. - Make me feel like you did with her.The impressive breasts of my wife were noticeable and lustful, and I needed her with madness. I grabbed her waist, pulling her towards me to penetrate her well, overwhelming her with a single thrust. She gasped, her walls stretching as I began to penetrate her.We made love in a fierce and unbridled way, feeding Marisol's morbidness by telling her about my latest conquest. My nightingale was singing and moving her hips wildly, her orgasm growing as I whispered Maya's name in her ear.
When we reached orgasm together with my beloved, near 2 am, Marisol looked radiant, exhausted and satisfied. That was the fruit of our love, crude and unfiltered, strengthening with each secret shared.
And while turning off the light and my nightingale settling into sleep under my arms, the glow of Marisol's charging phone caught my attention.
A text message arriving around midnight, with a photo of a roll of sushi I knew well, shone on the screen.
'Thanks, Marisol. Your husband was surprising as always. My friend and I enjoyed it quite a bit.' - read the message.
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The next day, my twins contemplated the new California rolls with distrust and some frustration. But that lasted until they tried them. After that, they started jumping around me, asking when they would see 'the other sushi lady' again.
Marisol and I looked at each other with a warm, tender smile.Next post
2 comentários - PDB 53 I also want to try your sushi...
Excelente relato amigo.