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Compendium IIIAs they could imagine, it was time to say goodbye. While Marisol gave the last recommendations to the girls, Bastian thanked us both for letting his sisters spend the night. On the other side, Karen was proud of her mom, proclaiming she was a big girl and wouldn't cry. But Emma hugged her daughter affectionately to calm her anxiety about the day ahead.
The girls decided to sit at the back so they could talk a bit more. As I drove, the atmosphere in the vehicle was loading with anticipation, my wife and my mistress exchanging complicit glances while chatting animatedly. Both of them liked me, but there was no sign of jealousy between them.In fact, as the topics were getting closer to sex, I think she felt more curious about how the other one felt pleasure and in some way, those thoughts started to heat her up.It got to the point where Marisol asked how long it had been since Emma wasn't with a trio, which cost her to be sincere. My wife, on the other hand, commented with her usual naturalness that we hadn't participated in a trio for about 4 or 5 years, since the time Lizzie, our nanny, lived with us.
Motivated by my wife Emma's honesty, she told us that she was in threesomes during her first year of university until she got pregnant with Karen. For her, it had been a wild and hilarious experience and she never forgot the pleasure it brought her. However, her only complaint was that she never identified Karen's father.Marisol, understanding, took her hand and told her that she understood. She told her that she herself had been very lucky because Marisol fell in love with me very young and given our 12-year age difference, at my 28 years old, I worried too much about not taking her sexually without her wanting it, no matter how much she wanted it herself. And that she was sure that if she hadn't known me, probably she would be in a similar situation to hers.Marisol's words calmed Emma even more. Although what we were going to do was luxurious and taboo, both my wife and I were responsible and respectful people, so she felt much more comfortable than living with us.
When we arrived at our destination, Emma couldn't believe it: our friendly house, well lit, with the enormous tree in front of her, which Marisol proudly presented as a cherry tree, left Emma amazed.
She confessed that she never would have imagined my social well-being, given my generally relaxed attitude.
With her already at home, Marisol felt an wave of desires running through her veins at the idea of going back to experience a threesome, to evidence the first night together with her husband, and the satisfaction of her returning to be a witness.
While my wife was anxiously waiting, both Marisol and I (and probably Emma too) were wondering how our relationship would change after that night.Would we be able to go back to what it was like before, Emma and I? Or would it be the start of something new and exciting?+Are you ready? - Marisol asked her, with a soft and low voice, taking her arm to calm her.andMore than you think! Emma replied defiantly, with an extremely sensual voice and smile.Both of them approached the door, their captivating bodies swaying in perfect and sensual harmony.
I opened the door with my heart racing and pounding strongly.
Our humble reception room dazzled. My wife and I had been trying to leave it moderately presentable during these last weeks, but Emma's face betrayed her impression.
You both look impressive. I sighed, watching them pass, my eyes tracing their captivating bodies from head to toe. I can't wait to see what you have in store for me tonight!
The impactful thing was that both of them, in very similar ways, gave me genuinely pleased looks at my words, with the sensual tint of a woman who also desires a man. The air inside the house became dense with desire and lasciviousness, and it was clear to us three that we were more than eager to explore the limits of our love and pleasure together. In a way that reminded me of the times when I lived with Lizzie, Marisol gave the quick tour of our home, covering the common areas connecting the main bedroom wildly. Even once we got there, they almost chanted in unison for me to undress and get into bed as they undressed with desperation, their movements becoming increasingly frenetic and urgent. Yet, I could see in Emma's longing gaze her gratitude for the trust and understanding that was uniting us. It seemed to me that no matter what happened that night, she knew she could always have that connection with us, with this shared experience to remember forever. But while the girls laughed and played as they left off their clothes, I started massaging my swollen member due to excitement.Marisol and Emma couldn't help but gaze at me, since I was the reason that bound them to that sisterhood: my congested penis, which after ejaculation had remained stuck inside them, waiting for the swelling to subside, which had fascinated them.According to Marisol, it's what makes me a remarkable lover, not just to them, but to every woman I've been with. Because while my interminable resistance has allowed me to make her come until she begs for peace, it was this simple and modest reaction of remaining captive inside them that made the act with me extremely intimate.
My wife's pride, in a certain way, is the fact of being the first to experience it, besides enjoying also being married to a good man, her best friend and the first and only great love of her life.
But as I lay on the bed, my erection raised and hard, I couldn't help but feel the intense heat emanating from my 2 loves. The way they looked at me, the way they started touching... was something I rarely experienced.
I knew that night would be special, since we were all about to share something deep and intimate. And as they began to caress and massage my penis, I couldn't help but close my eyes, enjoying the pleasant sensations they caused in me.
Their hands were so soft and gentle, but also possessive and hungry. It seemed like they were trying to take possession of me. As if they were trying to declare me their own. I could feel the tension growing inside me, the need to be inside them, to feel their warmth and moisture surrounding me...
And they continued with their magical labor. Marisol looked at Emma's eyes, her own full of desire and understanding. My wife knew she was sharing something special, something that went beyond the natural rules of a relationship. As their hands moved in perfect synchrony over my humble appendage, I could feel a sense of unity, a connection that transcended individual desires and united us as equals in this passionate dance of love and lust.
I could see how my wife had to restrain her desires by proving herself with her mouth, since it was clear that Emma wanted to ride me. Removing her last garments with desperation, my lover found relief for her desire to be impaled by me. In return, I delicately held Emma by the waist, allowing her to feel me stretching her inside in a calm way.
Marisol looked on in amazement as she made love to Emma with fluid and powerful movements. She could tell that I already knew how to make her feel good, how to make her feel desired and loved.My nightingale confessed to me that while watching us together, she couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions: jealousy, anxiety, and admiration. She told me that part of her wanted to feel full by me. But most of her was grateful for the unequal connection we were sharing.
As Emma began to ride me harder, with her breasts bouncing after each thrust, my nightingale questioned whether she herself saw herself as beautiful when I was inside her.
Emma was riding me much harder, with her soft moans of pleasure growing louder and stronger. My wife could feel her own sex flowing as she watched this attractive woman lose herself in pleasure, just like my wife does every night. Seeing Emma's reactions reaffirmed my wife's feelings for me, since she wasn't alone. Both shared the same man and both loved me.As Emma leaned forward, her breasts rubbing against my chest, her eyes closed in ecstasy, Marisol grabbed them gently to touch them. She ran a finger over Emma's nipple, feeling it harden under her contact. My nightingale confessed that her heart was racing as she imagined sucking it, savoring her skin and feeling her body shudder under her caresses.
My wife's eyes met mine, burning with desire. I knew she was jealous, but also excited. I could see it in her expressions, the way she touched Emma. And only made me harder still, more determined to please both of them.
As Emma continued riding me, her hips swaying to the shared rhythm of our breathing, my wife approached her. She kissed Emma softly on the lips, savoring herself. It was a small gesture, but it marked a deep understanding and acceptance of the unconventional connection they had in this relationship.
And when Emma felt the first wave of orgasms, her eyes instinctively sought out my wife's.
Marisol knew Emma needed reassurance. The need to know she wasn't alone. My nightingale looked at her and smiled kindly, with a mix of healthy envy and comprehension in her eyes. In a glance that told her new friend: Relax! Nothing's wrong! I've felt it too! I know how good it is!
Emma let herself go then, letting herself be carried away by the sensation. As she continued to pound me, I knew that I was missing little, with my breathing starting to get agitated...
Even so, Emma already knew I wouldn't stop until she had her second, third, fourth orgasm...
I felt her hand slide between us, finding her clitoris and massaging it roughly.orMarco! - she groaned, with her voice hoarse in desire.
And as if she had heard her prayer, I thrust deeply one last time, making her feel my orgasm. The way my warm semen flowed into her belly.
It seemed like it had been the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. And I knew it was because we were us. Because of the connection we had shared.
Like my nightingale, as pleasure dissipated, Emma rested on my chest, still racing with the contest. She looked at me satisfied and dazed, with her smiling and eager lips to tell me she loved me.
But, for her mental health, she preferred to keep quiet, lying to herself that I was the best Fucking friend she had had.
Lies that, well, I knew were wearing thin every time I had her inside...
However, my wife and better friend, knowing my humble desires, gave me the final blow.+Did you like it? – she asked, in a sweet and understanding tone, looking at her new friend. - Did you like making out with my husband?
orYes, Marisol! - replied Emma energetically and completely renewed. - I loved doing it!Next post
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