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Compendium IIII still confuse my recent popularity with women with my past self. During my school years, I was clumsy and shy. I was quite introverted, feeling more comfortable with books, video games, and a few friends.
During middle school, my parents enrolled me in a renowned boys' school that my older brother had attended, which only reinforced my shyness. While my classmates went to nearby girls' schools to flirt, I remained withdrawn, limiting myself to studying and then going back home.
In my university years, my routine didn't change much either. Although there were some women studying the same major as me, I never found them attractive enough to flirt with them, given that my studies were already complex enough without needing a girlfriend. Instead, I barely paid attention to the girlfriends of my classmates, whom for some reason they found interesting. I became the best and closest friend of Marisol, who was the only one able to see through my awkward personality and appreciate me for who I really was.
So, at this moment, it's hard for me to understand how I became the center of attention for Emma, Aisha, and Isabella. It's something that surpasses my understanding, as the three of them formed a club where they share me sexually during the week. I comprehend that they enjoy my company, but what confuses me is why they ended up agreeing on this arrangement. Could there be some cultural aspect I don't understand? Or is it something completely different?
And I won't deny that I'm having a good time with them: in bed, all three are exceptional. But what still confuses me is the reason for my sudden attractiveness remains a mystery. Is it because I'm happily married? Because they see me as a committed father? Or is it because my relaxed attitude brings peace or relief to them, given the lack of male influence in their lives?
Emma, Aisha, and Isabella each have their own charm. character considered and the force of Emma; the refined frankness of Aisha and the confident and defiant trust of Isabella attract me in different ways. But the question that always keeps turning is why me? What is there particularly about me that has converted me into the center of their attention?
Sometimes I wonder if it's a combination of factors. My marriage to my nightingale can make me seem like a secure, unattainable, but desirable person. My role as a father shows a facet of commitment and responsibility that is insufficient or lacking in their lives. Or maybe, it's my own concern because not only I should be the one who has fun: the ability to attend to their desires and let them enjoy it, must give them a connection they couldn't find in their lives.
Wednesday was a cold winter morning. The air was fresh and a gentle breeze was rustling the few leaves that were still clinging to the branches of some trees, while others were completely bare, with their branches exposed against the gray sky.
I had just left my puppy at school. Bastián wasn't willing to spend too much time chatting with his old man. Besides, he had a presentation first thing in the morning, so after saying goodbye, I walked towards the girls, who as always were waiting for me on their usual bench.
I was wearing my navy blue thermal jacket over a light gray sweater, with dark jeans that Marisol is fascinated by because according to her, they accentuate my backside and some safety shoes that have been quite practical for rainy days.
Emma and Isabella were already waiting for me. Emma was dressed modestly but with her usual mischievous air. She wore a fitted burgundy coat that highlighted her curves, a scarf with funny drawings around her neck, and dark jeans tucked into brown boots up to the knee. After our encounter over the weekend, Emma looked at me with a cheerful smile. His eyes sparkled with amusement and a wide smile was drawn on his face as he remembered the date we had shared together the day before.
However, despite the cold, Isabella was dressed seductively. She wore a black leather jacket fitted over a red blouse with a deep neckline, combined with a short skirt and boots that reached her thighs. Her long raven-black hair fell on her shoulders like loose waves. But despite everything, she would make annoying faces if I took my attention away from her for just a couple of seconds.And while we were chatting, Aisha arrived, walking elegantly despite the weather. She was well-dressed, in accordance with the cold, wearing an elegant coat cinched at the waist, a cashmere sweater with a high collar and tailored trousers. Her elegant boots softly tapped on the pavement. She had just left a drowsy Sophie and joined the group with a smile as big as Emma's, full of enthusiasm and a radiant gaze.Good morning, ladies! - she greeted us, trying to sound informal.We greeted her back, but Aisha could barely hide the enthusiasm in her smile.
•Sorry, girls, but I won't be able to invite you to breakfast this morning! - She expanded her smile.
Emma's smile also grew bigger, if that was even possible. She leaned on her hips, with her breasts threatening to burst out of her jacket and her bright eyes sparkling with mischief and suspicion.
•Why? - Isabella asked, with a puzzled expression on her seductive face.
And overflowing with satisfaction, Aisha responded:
•Because David left yesterday on his two-month trip, so finally it's my turn today to go to bed with Marco. - She exclaimed, letting out a cry of excitement.
I was stunned. I don't understand how these women came to this agreement. Their camaraderie and generosity towards each other was pleasant and charming. But although I felt flattered, I was also confused.
Emma, always so compassionate and empathetic, was genuinely excited for Aisha. Her eyes shone with a combination of lust and envy, remembering the day before.
•You're going to have an amazing time! - She encouraged her, very enthusiastic. - Marco knows how to make you have a special day...
And although Emma looked at me seductively, biting her lip, she knew how to respect the turns...
Not Isabella...
Typical of her, she got upset, crossing her arms and letting her long dark hair swing with the wind.
•It's not fair! - She complained. - You have everything for yourself today!
But Aisha, knowing her friend, gave her a compassionate look. Aisha was experiencing a strange mix of excitement and nerves. Never before had she been so open about her desires during her marriage to David. But now, in front of her friends, she felt liberated.
•I know! - She said, resting her hand on the shoulder of her friend, with a playful voice. - But you don't have to... Worry about it, Isabella. Tomorrow will be your turn.
Isabella was still puffing out smoke from her jealousy. It could be said that she was the most normal one, since she least liked the idea of sharing me.
With impulsiveness, she pulled away from them and faced me directly.
• I'm still waiting for you to catch up with me like I deserve tomorrow! – Isabella warned me, respecting Aisha's turn.
But before I could respond, Aisha took my hand, her eyes full of hope and illusion. Her touch was warm and sincere.
• Come on, Marco! – she ordered me in a low voice. – I've been waiting for this for a long time.
And although I was surprised, I couldn't resist Aisha's radiant smile. I nodded my head, smiling at her perseverance.
- Okay, Aisha! Let's go to your house! – I agreed, squeezing her hand, while the girls smiled in support of her. - Let's make the most of our time before we come to pick up our kids!
After entering her house, Aisha didn't waste any time. She pushed me against the wall, her hands exploring my chest as we kissed desperately.
I need you! she whispered, with her emerald eyes darkened by desire.I swallowed saliva, still surprised by the turn of events.
-Where is Calliope? I asked, genuinely worried about having to please them again.
He kissed me again. His kiss was urgent, with our tongues dancing together as we headed towards the marital bedroom.Not going to be with us this morning. – he replied, after arriving at the conjugal bedroom and undressing his ebony body hungry for me.
With a fervor resulting from weeks of contained desire, Aisha undressed me, not taking her eyes off me. As she took off my clothes, she was again impressed by my body, by the muscles rippling on my belly. But it was my cock that drew her in, like a moth to a flame.Her dark hands wrapped around the base of my penis and her soft fingers enveloped it delicately. She knelt before me and her brown and fleshy lips parted to show her perfect teeth. With a quick glance at my eyes, as if measuring my reaction, she took it in her mouth and her tongue swirled around the tip.
My moans were music to his ears, nursing with greater confidence and depth, making his own desire increase, moving his head up and down at an insane rhythm, sinking his cheeks with each movement. His gaze remained fixed on me, in the pleasure he was giving me. It was clear that my flavor, like Marisol, Emma, Izzie, and the others, seemed better to him than what he had experienced previously, a drunken mix of salt and manhood that made her devour me completely.He slid his hand to touch my testicles, caressing and squeezing them softly in the palm of his hand while making a deep perfect throat, with the muscles of his throat giving me one of the greatest pleasures. The way he sucked me and disappeared until the base in his mouth was too much and I grabbed him from behind the head, guiding his rhythm better.
The sound of his saliva crashing against his brunette skin, in a humid, erotic, and desperate symphony, only served to drive us crazy.
My hips began to push his head, with my movements becoming more erratic as I approached climax. I imagine Aisha also felt her desires growing, with her anxious slit eager for me to fill it with my thick and delicious cock. But she held back, enjoying the power and flavor that produced in carrying me so close to glory...
But with a perverse smile, he pushed me aside, his mouth glistening with my pre-seminal liquids. He inserted my penis into her wet brunette opening, ready to gallop until I was exhausted. He took a moment to appreciate the warmth of my glans on her anxious and shining slit, with an anticipation that made both of us tremble.
And with a quick movement, he let himself fall, enveloping me in a tight embrace. He groaned until I filled him completely, with a sense of fullness and satisfaction that invaded him without stopping. Her breasts bounced as the ride began, with her chocolate skin shining under the soft light that filtered through the curtains.
My eyes got lost in her, with my hands grasping her waist as she went up and down. It was too tight to notice. Exotic. The sight of her, so powerful and dominant, was too much. I felt like I was coming and my body was begging me to come inside her.But Aisha had other plans. She threw her body forward, suffocating me with her exultant and dark breasts on my face, while whispering to me.
• Not yet.
Her voice was a siren's song, a promise of even more pleasure to come.
We changed positions, leaving me on top. And it was worth it. I thrust my penis in and out of her, all the way to the base, with devastating charges, sliding in and out of her at a rhythm that seemed to shake the foundations of the mansion. Aisha's moans became so loud that I wondered if her neighbors would notice the screwing this sexy and modest married woman was enjoying with the father of her younger daughter's crush...
What if the sweet sound of her sex wasn't being caused by her husband... To vary things, her nails were digging into my back, while she arched hers and our hips bumped in sync with each thrust. The bed creaked beneath us, reflecting our passion and something I was sure David had never made her achieve.
I kissed her neck, rubbing my teeth against her skin as I penetrated her more forcefully. Aisha wrapped her legs around my waist, ensuring she wouldn't push me away from her interior and squeezing me with each thrust.
The tension kept growing, with our bodies becoming a tapestry of sweat and desire. Aisha felt herself getting closer, her toes curling with each thrust. She whispered my name, a prayer for release, which I responded to by speeding up the rhythm.
The outside world ceased to exist, with our mutual pleasure cries being the only sound that mattered. The moment was perfect, with a symphony of flesh and emotion neither of us wanted to end.
But as the crescendo approached, everything combined into one overwhelming wave of pleasure that overwhelmed her, drowning her in ecstasy.
I felt it too, and my own orgasm was triggered by the depth of our passion. I cried out her name as I filled her, my semen mixing with her juices to make us one.
We lay there, panting and exhausted, our hearts racing. The secret we shared hung in the air, a intoxicating perfume that only made our love more potent.
But as Aisha lay beneath me, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her climax, and her walls still enveloping my penis, refusing to let me go, like she wanted to keep me trapped inside her forever. My mouth found her breasts, and my tongue caressed her sensitive nipples, provoking jolts of pleasure. Across my entire body, the doubt that I left with when I last visited that place came back to my mind... What had happened between Aisha and Calliope?
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