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Compendium IIITHE AFTERNOON BEFORE THE GIRLS
(Marco's Note: This is what the girls told me in general after getting out of the shower and while we were walking back to school. Obviously, I added elements from my own harvest, but I think it's a good description of how things went before our encounter)
Aisha's house had become the meeting point every morning. Her friends would visit her and share their sexual escapades with me. But since, on this occasion, Isabella had taken her turn, it was the precise moment for Aisha to have a woman-to-woman chat with Emma.
Although the concern that David would interrupt the encounter remained in the air, Aisha felt confident enough that he wouldn't, having had a poor performance the night before in bed.
Aisha and Emma were in good spirits as they settled into the kitchen.
I can't believe you did that! - Aisha laughed, serving her friend hot chocolate. Why not? - asked her friend, laughing while eating a toast.Why does Izzie always get away with it! That's why! -Aisha replied laughing. – I mean... come on, Emma. Even I get excited thinking about going back to see him.Emma sighed.
Oh, I know! I'm not denying that I miss his cock filling me...- she stopped for a few seconds, unsure of how to continue. – But I can't deny that I've been feeling other desires too...
Aisha's smile grew as she imagined the kind of thoughts Emma was talking about.
>Do you feel the same way? - She asked with a smile.
Feeling more confident, Emma shared her thoughts. She described to Aisha how exciting it had been for our threesome with Marisol. The intensity of our union. The love I felt.
Emma told in detail that her experience went beyond lust. She also felt love and admiration for my thrush and that, thanks to that, the friendship between them grew. Just like when she found out from Marisol's lips, Aisha was surprised to learn that even Cheryl slept with me...
And that, to my wife, it didn't seem bad.
In return, Aisha told her own experiences in our threesomes with Calliope and with me. For Aisha, it was a refreshing and revitalizing experience. Aisha told her that she didn't feel like she was competing with her daughter. But of the same kind as Emma mentioned, when she saw her daughter enjoying me, she noticed the joy of Calliope, as if it were something she had never seen before.
The silence between them remained with magical tones.
>Then... Have you also thought about Izzie? - Aisha asked with a smile.
Emma blushed.
>I mean, Marco is surprising. – Aisha joked. – I'd pay to see Marco fuck her in the ass.
Emma laughed at the thought.But it was then that they both thought of the same thing.
What if Aisha and Emma shared me?
I won't deny it, Aisha. I'm curious. – Said Emma in a prudent tone. – You and Izzie are very attractive to me, but we need to fix some things first. First, what will you do about your husband?
Aisha smiled proudly.
>Don't worry about him! - She said in a nearly condescending tone. - He could say that tomorrow we'll go shopping and won't notice.
Emma was surprised by her convincing excuse.
Ok... well, the second thing is actually important: We have to convince Marco. – She said in a more serious tone.
>What?
Emma smiled and explained that Marisol had told me she didn't like threesomes very much. Although Emma herself felt confused at first, my nightingale told me about my tendency to satisfy both women at the same time to avoid envy. The only disadvantage of this is that it leaves me too exhausted.
Aisha was amazed by the relationship and trust Marisol and I shared. In those moments, she made much more sense why I'm so affectionate and responsible towards my wife.
>Well, I just want to teach Izzie a lesson. - Said Aisha, drinking her tea. Emma smiled at her. – We let her get away with it many times, and now it's time for her to pay.
Aisha took advantage of giving me a playful and seductive glance.
>I'm eager to be with you and Marco tomorrow.
When we got out of the shower and returned to the bedroom, there were only a few minutes left before 1:30 pm. Despite our limited time, our passionate morning almost made us late for picking up the kids from school.
Aisha and Emma exchanged glances as they realized I was looking at them while they got dressed. It was clear that my heat for them hadn't dissipated with my erection still visible between my clothes.
But despite all this, I am a devoted father. Nothing surpasses the concern for my children. The three of them are very aware that I always prioritize my children over an extended powder on the bed, which they kindly recommended to us maintaining the delicate balance we should maintain.
In the truck, Emma sat beside me as copilot, with her hand resting on my thigh, feeling the power of our restrained passion.
And yet, I realized that the gesture caused Aisha discomfort, since she had never shown jealousy in our relationship.
>It was incredible! - Aisha commented, trying to drown out the sentiment with the memory of what we had lived. -I've never felt so alive!
Emma's cheeks still flushed a rosier tone.
Ah, I know! - She said with a melodic voice, her eyes shining with emotion. - The way we make love... is something I've never felt before.
-Can you give me a break? - I begged, although my smile didn't convince them that I wasn't enjoying their attention. - I'm trying to get back to school on time... and thinking about their bodies distracts me.
We laughed so hard, dissipating any latent tension. When we arrived, Izzie was already waiting for us, her gaze furious with a hint of curiosity.
•And then? - She asked, her voice loaded with anticipation.
Emma smiled and hugged Isabella.
>It was marvelous! I can't wait to share it with you! - Emma said sincerely.
Izzie's cheeks flushed even more, and she looked at Aisha, who also nodded eagerly.
I laughed.
But for now, let's pick up our children. - I said in a soft but firm tone. - I need some days to rest.
But while we were waiting for our children at the entrance, I clearly distinguished Cheryl's red hair.
When I saw her, she gave me a gaze that was anything but innocent. Her eyes spoke of whispers, kisses, moans, and indecent encounters. But as I looked at her, I felt a hand on my left cheek and the subtle pressure of an enormous chocolate-brown bust resting on my arm...Next post
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