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Compendium IIIAt night, while we were alone in our bedroom, Marisol was looking at me anxiously.
Maybe I shouldn't tell you. – I said as I put on my pajamas. – It worries me to see you like that.Marisol looked at me as if the world was crumbling before her eyes.
+What? – she asked with an enthusiastic and fearful gaze. - Why? What happened?
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After I left, Marisol's desires quickly faded away when Jacintito woke up. Marisol realized that day that a large part of her heat comes from having me by her side.
Her brain desired intimacy, but her body was still worn out after Jacinto's birth. Yet, she managed to get her lustful thoughts out of her head. The empty house needed some care, as I had been taking care of it in order.
She cleaned a bit and prepared spaghetti for lunch. While preparing the food, my nightingale saddened at thinking that only Alicia and I like how she cooks. But on the other hand, she also recognized that she would enjoy a happy plate of my cooking.
The hours passed flying, changing diapers, feeding our new puppy and suddenly the house was full of life. Just by seeing me, Marisol knew she had made the right decision.After having slept with another woman, my nightingale found me different: less tense and more affectionate. Knowing who this mysterious woman was thrilled both my wife and what I did with her as much. But all this was momentarily appeased by Jacinto's care, so Marisol managed to arrive in the afternoon without feeling significant sexual impulses.
Once she greeted our daughters, we kissed.
+How about your day? – she asked anxiously, trying to keep the conversation casual, with her bright eyes shining with curiosity.
-It was fine. – I replied, probing her anxiety. - How did you go?
She told me about her day-to-day, but I noticed her latent anxiety. I wanted her to tell me more, but since we were with the girls and Jacinto, that information would have to wait until we were alone.
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By nightfall, Marisol's anxiety had her too tense, on the verge of jumping at me. Once the girls fell asleep, I was thinking of telling her everything. But seeing her like that, I had my doubts.
Marisol seemed on the brink of a nervous collapse. I explained to her that I was aware of the lust in her head, but the problem we had was that Erin gave us specific orders not to have intimacy, whether together or alone, since my wife still had issues.
It's like eating chocolate cake while you're on a sugar-free diet, I explained to Marisol in terms she could understand.Yes, my love, I understand! she replied, much more agitated.
But if you don't tell me anything else, I'll go crazy.
It was an uncomfortable situation. Insist, Marisol is a sweet and measured woman. But at that moment, she seemed quite unbalanced and nervous.
I can only tell you that today I was with Isabella, I confessed, trying to find her halfway.
Isabella? she repeated, not having expected it. She could notice in her eyes the desire to touch herself. Please, my love, tell me everything!
With fear, I went on telling her about my day with Isabella. I described how she was dressed, her seductive voice, and the way she moved her body. For my nightingale, her imagination provided a refreshing balm for her luxurious imagination, and without realizing it, she started to get wetter and wetter.
I spoke of how Isabella took charge, how she pleased me, and how I returned the favor. My words were accelerating my nightingale's pulse, her body aching for the type of affection that had been prohibited from receiving.
And although I sometimes wanted to stop, seeing how she was feeling more and more uncomfortable, Marisol insisted that I keep telling her. Until we reached the point where we ran into the girls again and their proposal. +What did the girls propose? - asked with a troubled look and restless fingers.I sighed, seeing how little was left to tell.-They suggested we have a threesome with them and me, leaving Isabella out.
It was literally the straw that broke the camel's back.
Marisol's mind went wild at the possibilities. Emma and Aisha, both so different, but still so seductive in their own way. Marisol was attracted to Aisha's ethnicity and innate seductiveness. But the memories of that night we shared with Emma were still vivid in my lover's mind.
Marisol looked terrible, on the verge of tears: Her mind needed to know, her body needed relief, but her wounds wouldn't let her.
Her body betrayed her, feeling her pink pussy pulsing and vainly taking deep breaths, almost crying, trying to calm down.
+It sounds... magnificent! - Marisol said, almost sobbing. - Thank you for telling me. I needed to know.
I hugged her firmly, but couldn't leave her like that. And it was then that I conceived a different alternative...
-Lover, what if I make you come? - I asked, elaborating my strategy.
Marisol looked at me complicatedly.
+What do you mean? - she asked, with a hopeful tone.
-According to what I understood from Erin, the reason why you and I can't have intimacy is due to your points. - I explained, convincing myself more and more of my idea. - However, you and I know that you can feel orgasms in other ways.
+But my love! - she interrupted melancholically. - Erin said I can't have anal sex.
-That's what I know, lover! But you can feel orgasms from your breasts, just like your mom, sister, and cousin do. - I replied, ashamed to know that from firsthand experience.
Marisol felt emotion overwhelming her, despite the situation. She knew I was an attentive and skilled lover, and the idea of taking her to orgasm without direct genital contact seemed intriguing.
Still, Marisol trusted me. Even though I had almost slept with most of... family, just like with my wife, I managed to win their hearts.
On the other hand, for a type like me, making love to Marisol has become an art that I feel very proud of. During these 10 years of marriage, I have explored my spouse's body meticulously, finding sensitive areas that even she herself did not know.
So after thinking about it a bit, she agreed.
-Okay! - I said to her. - We'll have to make an effort in your physical liberation, nightingale, so I think the best thing is for you to close your eyes. I won't be able to kiss you as much as I want, but try to focus on how I touch you.
Marisol felt a little sad. She loves our kisses, but she was also aware that her heat was an itch that couldn't be scratched, so we had to try anything.
She closed her eyes and felt my fingers playing around her nipples. I pressed them gently and then sucked them, making her feel hotter. Then, I slid one of my hands along her thighs while the other pressed her buttocks.According to what Marisol remembers, that first night she felt like my touch was as light as a feather as I caressed her breasts, with my fingers rubbing against her nipples. I was watching her face carefully, measuring her reactions as I varied the pressure and rhythm.
Marisol started to feel her body responding, her breathing becoming more profound, her body shuddering in pleasure.
As I continued my attentions, Marisol felt herself getting lost in the sensations, the pain between her legs growing more insistent with each passing second. She could feel the heat increasing and knew she was getting excited.
+Marco... Ahh!... Please don't stop!... - a sigh escaped her.
I leaned in, my lips replacing my thumbs, gently sucking her sensitive nipples. The combination of my warm lips, wet mouth, and soft pressure on her breasts was taking her to the limit, with her body convulsing in preparation for a quite intense orgasm.Marisol's body was burning with heat, anticipating what was coming, making her knees shake.
My touches between her legs and buttocks became bolder, my fingers working their magic on her sensitive skin. Marisol felt her orgasm growing, her muscles tensing, her breathing shortening. It seemed like all her accumulated desires were concentrating in a single point, ready to burst.
Marisol's breathing became deeper. She was functioning. My nightingale felt her wet and tight pussy, searching for an imaginary penis that wasn't coming.
+Ahh! More! More! – my wife demanded.
I started sucking her breasts with more force. My hand remained warm, caressing the inside of her thigh, causing her to shiver, but not touching her. Marisol felt her sex contracting, aching for my love. I kissed her neck, knowing it's an erogenous zone for my best friend.
Her sex even got wetter.
+Ahh! Yes, love, yes! Ahh! What tasty! Just like that! – she started begging.
And to our surprise, Marisol came in gushes.
+Ahh, yes! Yes! Ahh! – Marisol screamed, feeling her entire body shaking as she let her flow out.
I was tempted to lick her, but I restrained myself. The amount of Marisol's juices was so great that even the bed got wet.
However, my nightingale's face was absolutely radiant with joy.
-How do you feel? - I asked, trying not to laugh at her candid but satisfied smile.
+It was... different. - She replied, unable to erase her smile. - Although I still missed your penis.
We kissed tenderly. Marisol understood that it was these things that made our marriage completely different from those of her friends. Despite knowing each other for so many years, I still keep exploring her body and treasuring it. For a curious mind like mine, Marisol loves being my conejillo de indias because every time we discover new ways to make her feel pleasure.
-Tell us to change the sheets. - I ordered, getting up. - You can't sleep on that.
Marisol got a little embarrassed. She came over and over again, and the bed looked like it had been peed on. But it didn't bother me. I took some clean sheets and in a few minutes we were back on the bed.
+I still feel my body tingling! - Marisol commented with a wide smile. - How did you think of that?
I smiled with embarrassment.
-Well, to be honest... the first times you and I slept together, I got very excited and got hard. - I commented with a smile. - I didn't want to wake you up and you looked so tender that... well... I ended up masturbating on your body.
Marisol was laughing, telling me that if she had woken up then, she would have helped me.
+It was good it happened then. - She said, asking me to snuggle up with her. - I feel much more relieved now.
-It's good to know. - I said, holding her by the waist. - For your next check-up, we'll ask Erin what else we can do.
Marisol turned around and gave me a soft kiss.
+Thanks for making sure you always feel satisfied! - She said before settling in like a cat between my arms.
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