Sometimes she surprises me. Today she sent me a message:
-What's your plan for the afternoon?
-V I'll be at the office, and when I finish signing whatever they pass to sign, I'll head home...
-And you, being so skilled, can't you invent an excuse and come have lunch with me at my place?
-I don't want to eat pizza again
-No, no. I used the morning to cook something tasty... and since the house will be empty until five, I thought...
-Alone in your house? Did you cook? Have you gone crazy?
-Stop, stop, stop... How many questions! And how much injustice! Nothing, it occurred to me to innovate a bit, our relationship has been lacking a bit of seasoning... and I'm preparing a sauce that can't be told the size of its print...
-I heard giggles. Those I knew well. I knew that woman used to have some outbursts, and she never had any middle ground. She never cooked, partly due to ideological convictions, partly due to her absolute inability to do so.
-That's why I knew something was up. And it wasn't just having sex at siesta time. So I said yes, that I would arrange for a bit after noon to pass by her place.
-You're waiting for me- she said with a cat-like tone I knew perfectly well.
-I sensed a frugal lunch and a diabolical plan of hers for dessert.
-Luckily I could adjust quickly at work. The day wasn't as terrible as it usually was. I preferred to leave what I had to sign until the next morning - because anxiety was making me read in a hurry, even though I didn't remotely suspect what her friend had in store.
-When I went to ring the doorbell, I noticed the door was open, so I entered without warning, assuming it was part of the surprise.
-I left my briefcase on the coat rack and went straight to the kitchen, assuming I'd find her there. She thought she'd find me naked with an apron on or something like that.
-But I didn't find nobody.
And I started to worry because the kitchen was impeccable. Clean, not a single plate out of place, nothing on the fire, the fire extinguished. And the table wasn't set.
I thought 'we've been tricked', but then it started to worry me a bit more: the open door, the silence of the house, the impeccable kitchen... hadn't something happened?
And if something had happened, it was something ugly, really ugly.
I kept walking through the house and noticed something strange when I saw the bedroom door closed. My heart skipped a beat. Looked to see if they'd broken in to rob her and were holding her gagged and tied up in the bedroom.
And what if the thieves were still there? I hope not, not for material things, look at if they hurt her. Not even thought about myself.
Then I didn't open the door. Held my breath and leaned against the door to see if I could pick up anything that might get me out of the confusion.
It seemed like I heard a moan, but I dismissed it right away. Pure denial, I didn't want to confirm my fears.
But I decided to go to the balcony, to see from there what was happening inside the bedroom. If they were thieves, they'd fall for me from behind, surprise was the only weapon I had.
But the one who got surprised was me.
On the bed, just the sheets and despite everything, the first thing I could see were three toys: a vibrator, a blindfold and an enormous dildo.
I also saw her, dressed in black lingerie that lifts the dead: black fishnet stockings, garters and pantyhose. Her hair was tied back with a rubber band and her face buried in a woman who didn't stop moaning and muttering random words.
The other woman's face looked familiar, but in those circumstances... yes, I know who she is... my friend's friend! My friend had introduced me to her once when we shared a forced mate - beauty that only a woman who is enjoying shows on her face. The facial features soften, the eyes sparkle, the plump lips and the hoarse voice. - Keep going, yes, yes, yes, don't stop, don't stop, I'm coming to you, there, there, down below, circles, yes, yes, siiii... Don't stop, please, don't stop, ah your little chonguito has arrived, but you don't stop, siiiiii...
So I saw that they were waiting for me, and while my friend was still sucking the pussy of her companion, she grabbed her by the hair to make me discover them. Me and the bulge in my unhidden pants. -Come on, this is the lunch I had prepared for you. -I looked at her with incredulity, but hot. Hot, but confused. I never thought that she, who knew her well, would get angry with her best friend, and it's not like I thought she was a prude, but neither was what was happening normal. -Don't stay with that look of a bird out there and come in because we've been waiting for you. She's had a crush on you for a while now, and I already told her about your skills, so we decided to give you this surprise. -I stopped thinking nonsense, stopped making decisions, because between the two of them they made me enter, and while one was unbuttoning my shirt, the other was looking for my tool without taking off my pants. She lowered the zipper and swallowed the whole cock in her mouth, and started sucking it with hunger. -Let yourself be carried away, she has many desires to be the first to suck you... .I already explained that this can't happen, but well, we're friends, and friends don't deny each other anything, and we share everything. I want you to come inside her. She deserves it. -And while she was still telling me things to relax me, she put herself behind me, pressing her tits against my back, unbuttoning my belt, and lowering my pants. The other one got on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. -I was only going to let myself be carried away. There had been a good preheating here, so I supported my member on her clitoris without penetrating her, while holding onto her waist, threatening to insert it, but not doing so. -Fuck me, son of a slut. I want cock. Give it to me once, you're a faggot. Let's see if that's true about your skills.
All was developing normally, if there were rules in a bed where two women and a gentleman are found. She got on top, facing forward, and supported her pussy in the mouth of her friend (it seems that between them, it wasn't the first time something like this had happened). Before each thrust, her friend moved her tongue frenetically inside the lady of the house, and she kissed me, putting her tongue deep into my mouth. The moans of both ladies flooded the room, and while I received a beautiful pussy lick at the rhythm of their movements, I took the vibrator and, taking advantage of the space each thrust left free, I rubbed it against my friend's clitoris. She started to move frenetically, losing control, no longer speaking, only guttural moans coming from her interior, which ended in a shuddering orgasm that ran through her entire body. At that exact moment, I felt my wife's hands on my chest, pushing me back. I already knew perfectly what was about to happen. The push took me out of the lady who was still finishing, receiving spasms corresponding with a new strong moan, and without cock in her interior, and without vibrator stimulating her, she began to masturbate violently, as if trying to catch an orgasm that had been lasting too long already. An absolute silence for seconds that could have been eternity. The tense body, and relief that descended from the neck to the waist, accompanied by a scream, and a torrent of cum that soaked me all over. And I? Nothing, delighting in my friend's excellent cum. Barely recovering their breath, they laid me down on my back, and between them, between kisses, tongue licks, and sucks, they emptied me of cum.
I smiled thinking I had done well in leaving the signature for the other day, but now they're going to give me pizza again.
-What's your plan for the afternoon?
-V I'll be at the office, and when I finish signing whatever they pass to sign, I'll head home...
-And you, being so skilled, can't you invent an excuse and come have lunch with me at my place?
-I don't want to eat pizza again
-No, no. I used the morning to cook something tasty... and since the house will be empty until five, I thought...
-Alone in your house? Did you cook? Have you gone crazy?
-Stop, stop, stop... How many questions! And how much injustice! Nothing, it occurred to me to innovate a bit, our relationship has been lacking a bit of seasoning... and I'm preparing a sauce that can't be told the size of its print...
-I heard giggles. Those I knew well. I knew that woman used to have some outbursts, and she never had any middle ground. She never cooked, partly due to ideological convictions, partly due to her absolute inability to do so.
-That's why I knew something was up. And it wasn't just having sex at siesta time. So I said yes, that I would arrange for a bit after noon to pass by her place.
-You're waiting for me- she said with a cat-like tone I knew perfectly well.
-I sensed a frugal lunch and a diabolical plan of hers for dessert.
-Luckily I could adjust quickly at work. The day wasn't as terrible as it usually was. I preferred to leave what I had to sign until the next morning - because anxiety was making me read in a hurry, even though I didn't remotely suspect what her friend had in store.
-When I went to ring the doorbell, I noticed the door was open, so I entered without warning, assuming it was part of the surprise.
-I left my briefcase on the coat rack and went straight to the kitchen, assuming I'd find her there. She thought she'd find me naked with an apron on or something like that.
-But I didn't find nobody.
And I started to worry because the kitchen was impeccable. Clean, not a single plate out of place, nothing on the fire, the fire extinguished. And the table wasn't set.
I thought 'we've been tricked', but then it started to worry me a bit more: the open door, the silence of the house, the impeccable kitchen... hadn't something happened?
And if something had happened, it was something ugly, really ugly.
I kept walking through the house and noticed something strange when I saw the bedroom door closed. My heart skipped a beat. Looked to see if they'd broken in to rob her and were holding her gagged and tied up in the bedroom.
And what if the thieves were still there? I hope not, not for material things, look at if they hurt her. Not even thought about myself.
Then I didn't open the door. Held my breath and leaned against the door to see if I could pick up anything that might get me out of the confusion.
It seemed like I heard a moan, but I dismissed it right away. Pure denial, I didn't want to confirm my fears.
But I decided to go to the balcony, to see from there what was happening inside the bedroom. If they were thieves, they'd fall for me from behind, surprise was the only weapon I had.
But the one who got surprised was me.
On the bed, just the sheets and despite everything, the first thing I could see were three toys: a vibrator, a blindfold and an enormous dildo.
I also saw her, dressed in black lingerie that lifts the dead: black fishnet stockings, garters and pantyhose. Her hair was tied back with a rubber band and her face buried in a woman who didn't stop moaning and muttering random words.
The other woman's face looked familiar, but in those circumstances... yes, I know who she is... my friend's friend! My friend had introduced me to her once when we shared a forced mate - beauty that only a woman who is enjoying shows on her face. The facial features soften, the eyes sparkle, the plump lips and the hoarse voice. - Keep going, yes, yes, yes, don't stop, don't stop, I'm coming to you, there, there, down below, circles, yes, yes, siiii... Don't stop, please, don't stop, ah your little chonguito has arrived, but you don't stop, siiiiii...
So I saw that they were waiting for me, and while my friend was still sucking the pussy of her companion, she grabbed her by the hair to make me discover them. Me and the bulge in my unhidden pants. -Come on, this is the lunch I had prepared for you. -I looked at her with incredulity, but hot. Hot, but confused. I never thought that she, who knew her well, would get angry with her best friend, and it's not like I thought she was a prude, but neither was what was happening normal. -Don't stay with that look of a bird out there and come in because we've been waiting for you. She's had a crush on you for a while now, and I already told her about your skills, so we decided to give you this surprise. -I stopped thinking nonsense, stopped making decisions, because between the two of them they made me enter, and while one was unbuttoning my shirt, the other was looking for my tool without taking off my pants. She lowered the zipper and swallowed the whole cock in her mouth, and started sucking it with hunger. -Let yourself be carried away, she has many desires to be the first to suck you... .I already explained that this can't happen, but well, we're friends, and friends don't deny each other anything, and we share everything. I want you to come inside her. She deserves it. -And while she was still telling me things to relax me, she put herself behind me, pressing her tits against my back, unbuttoning my belt, and lowering my pants. The other one got on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. -I was only going to let myself be carried away. There had been a good preheating here, so I supported my member on her clitoris without penetrating her, while holding onto her waist, threatening to insert it, but not doing so. -Fuck me, son of a slut. I want cock. Give it to me once, you're a faggot. Let's see if that's true about your skills.All was developing normally, if there were rules in a bed where two women and a gentleman are found. She got on top, facing forward, and supported her pussy in the mouth of her friend (it seems that between them, it wasn't the first time something like this had happened). Before each thrust, her friend moved her tongue frenetically inside the lady of the house, and she kissed me, putting her tongue deep into my mouth. The moans of both ladies flooded the room, and while I received a beautiful pussy lick at the rhythm of their movements, I took the vibrator and, taking advantage of the space each thrust left free, I rubbed it against my friend's clitoris. She started to move frenetically, losing control, no longer speaking, only guttural moans coming from her interior, which ended in a shuddering orgasm that ran through her entire body. At that exact moment, I felt my wife's hands on my chest, pushing me back. I already knew perfectly what was about to happen. The push took me out of the lady who was still finishing, receiving spasms corresponding with a new strong moan, and without cock in her interior, and without vibrator stimulating her, she began to masturbate violently, as if trying to catch an orgasm that had been lasting too long already. An absolute silence for seconds that could have been eternity. The tense body, and relief that descended from the neck to the waist, accompanied by a scream, and a torrent of cum that soaked me all over. And I? Nothing, delighting in my friend's excellent cum. Barely recovering their breath, they laid me down on my back, and between them, between kisses, tongue licks, and sucks, they emptied me of cum.I smiled thinking I had done well in leaving the signature for the other day, but now they're going to give me pizza again.
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