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Compendium IIIThe spring morning on Monday was quite warm, with a fresh and invigorating breeze. The sky was blue and clear, with the sun crossing through the groves. The aroma of fresh grass, along with colorful flowers, gave a intoxicating, sweet, and natural fragrance, together with the song of birds that still costs me to identify.
The procession of parents and mothers continued indifferent, with that latent tension for arriving at work or returning soon to their homes.
It was then that I spotted the girls, chatting happily before leaving their daughters. The first one to notice me was Karen, who let go of her mother's hand to run and greet me.
My natural reaction was to take her in my arms, as if she were one of my own daughters, letting her hug me affectionately.
Oh, I missed you so much, da...! - Karen's sweet voice trailed off, blushing and realizing what she almost said.
(I missed you a lot, da..)
I smiled and pressed her button nose.
-It's okay! - I encouraged her. - You can call me dad.
Karen hugged me even tighter, while Emma was a sea of tears. In reality, Karen is content with so little, because apart from seeing me talking to her mom and occasional jokes when we're with Bastián and phone calls to listen to bedtime stories that I tell the girls, it's enough for her to see me as a dad.
When our kids entered school, I smiled at the trio and walked to greet them.The girls surrounded me like bees in the hive, their breasts pressing down on me deliciously as they hugged and asked how I was.We were putting on such a show that even the other mothers would look at us with envy and I told them the truth: -Pues, sí… Marisol was discharged from the hospital on Friday and she told me I could do some things around the house... and now, she kicked me out because my fever can make her do something the doctor doesn't want...
I confessed it casually, without even thinking about it, because it still amuses me how Marisol sees things.
But for the girls, it changed their faces, looking at each other with a question in mind:
>And... who do you want to be with today? – Aisha asked, looking at me with desire.
The question caught me off guard. I looked at each of them and they all lowered their gaze...
Until my eyes met Emma's.
•That's unfair! – Isabella protested. - It's not fair! You always choose Emma!
Aisha and Emma both laughed softly, understanding a bit of Isabella's egocentric nature, who was making a face to get my attention and try to get her way.
Why don't you go out with her better? – Emma asked, following the game.
Both Aisha and Izzie were speechless. In fact, Isabella was left open-mouthed.
-Are you sure? – I asked.
Emma laughed but remained firm, with that casual, suspicious, and playful attitude I love.
I'm sure! – she replied confidently. – Besides, you'll compensate us three eventually, so I don't have any problems waiting for my turn.
So Aisha and Emma let us go, with Izzie taking my arm like it was her first date... although at that moment, she didn't know what would happen hours later.
Izzie's enormous smile was radiant. She couldn't believe she had gotten away with it and was walking alongside me. The sun kissed her skin and the wind played with her hair, making her look idyllic.
However, her feeling of victory was short-lived, after I put on the security in the pickup truck.
And that's why you and I will never have a serious relationship...- I told her, as I handed over the contact. Her reaction was like being splashed with water. What? But why? - she asked, exasperated, forgetting that despite everything, we're married and even just had a child. If you always manage to get your own way. - I replied with a understanding smile. It's part of your charm, but also a bit problematic. My words made her tear up, but they brought back memories of my dear Spanish Amazon. But to understand my point of view, Izzie is one of those women who swear they're perfect beauties and every man dreams of sleeping with a goddess like her (that's why she became so obsessed with me at first, barely giving me the time of day). Besides, she likes to shine on social media, so it bothers her that I almost don't have a presence there and live much more discreetly.
•But what about Emma? – protested with confidence shaken and feeling exposed, her voice reflecting a hint of rejection.
-Emma is different. She's not as captivating as you are. – I confessed with a smile.
The poor thing felt flattered and sad at the same time, but she understood what I meant. Isabella likes to be constantly in the spotlight. On the other hand, I feel comfortable behind the scenes.
•But I could change! – she offered, with a slight tone of shame in her voice.
I looked at her again and saw the memory of Marisol's cousin...
When I got to the traffic light, I looked at her in detail with my eyes.-Why would you change for me? You're already perfect. – I asked her, truly loving her. -Izzie, I won't deny that I like you. You're the second most attractive woman I've met and you're incredibly sexy... but be honest with me. If we were together, you'd be unfaithful to me.
It's curious to think about what I said in those moments, considering I've been unfaithful since before my marriage (although Marisol insists she forced me).
But I noticed her heart swelled with love, even though my words didn't leave her satisfied: she had found me perfect, but not the most beautiful woman I'd known.
•I would be faithful to you. – she whispered, looking out the window.
I took her hand, remembering more and more about the woman who made me question whether my decision to marry Marisol was the right one.
-It's not about changing for someone else, Isabella. – I explained what I'd learned from my years. – It's about being honest with yourself about who you are. And I don't think you'd be happy being a normal wife.
I could see the struggle in her eyes as she processed my words. The idea of being a devoted wife to me and mother of my children sounded tempting, but she also knew that she wanted more.
I had grown accustomed to a refined life, the satisfaction of being coveted, the enthusiasm for living new experiences.When we arrived at our hotel room, she threw herself onto me as I crossed the entrance. Her hunger for me was palpable and she didn't care about her past or future. She only wanted me there, in that moment and place.
The warmth of my kisses was all she needed. Promises of passionate encounters, silent flattery, and the kind of love that made her feel satisfied.
We fell onto the bed, our clothes scattered with haste, her anxiety suppressing egoistically my moderation and quirks.
Her eyes fixed on my manhood, which stood erect and excited. Without exchanging words, she knelt down and took it into her mouth, her mouth wet with saliva as she saw me, eager to show how much I was missed and needed. The sensation of my thickness filling her throat was comforting and I enjoyed the power I had over her.
My eyes would go blank with pleasure as Izzie's head rose and fell on me, her hands expertly massaging my testicles. Despite her hunger for my cock, she knew the moment wasn't just hers to claim. It was about sharing our love and desire.But just as Isabella enjoyed giving me pleasure, I wanted to touch her. I grabbed her soft breasts with greed and the joy between us was incandescent. I looked into her eyes, hers begging for more, and I knew exactly what she needed.
-Your mouth is heaven, but your pussy needs me more! - I whispered in her ear, making her blush.
With a smile, I helped her up and we kissed with greater passion, my hands exploring her body, tracing the softness of her skin and the firmness of her breasts. Our hearts raced to unexpected rhythms with excitement and anticipation as she led me to bed.
Once resting together, Isabella mounted me, feeling how the tip of my hard and implacable glans incited her wet entrance. She let her body fall onto mine, taking me deeply inside her and at 2 we stopped breathing.
The sensation of stretching her back again, fitting perfectly, was nothing less than astonishing and began to mount me with an urgency that screamed how much I had missed it. With each bounce, she impaled herself on herself more and more, lost in the frantic rhythm our bodies were leading. Her enviable hips moved to a pleasant and hypnotic rhythm. As if they knew our bodies had been made for this, to please each other mutually, and she enjoyed feeling so full of me.
The sound of our skin colliding rhythmically, the essence of our desire, and the vision of Isabella's perfect breasts dancing to the rhythm of our movements was marvelous. Our eyes never left each other as we made love, feeling our connection stronger than ever. Despite doubts in her mind, Izzie knew she loved me and was willing to fight for me. She bounced on top of me, feeling how my body filled her with warmth and love as she approached a shuddering orgasm.
My hands explored every curve, every centimeter of her tender and warm skin. Her body tensed at my touch, having been explored better than anyone else by my knowledge of her anatomy, driving her crazy. As I rode her wildly, our bodies moved in perfect harmony, illustrating how much we longed for each other.
Our bedroom filled with the sounds of passion, a melody of moans and lamentations that echoed off the walls, making her feel more alive than before. Our bodies were slick with sweat, our breathing interrupted as we approached climax. Isabella bent to kiss me, her tongue struggling with mine as she felt the tension growing between us. My waist thrust into hers with violence, making our movements more frantic and desperate.
And it was then that, with a thunderous cry, she came with a climax that burst forth with her like an avalanche. A few minutes later I accompanied her, filling her with my seed and claiming her as mine. We rested on the bed panting, our bodies entwined, enjoying the joy after the orgasm. For Isabella, it was a moment of pure happiness, one she had yearned for during a month. But my lust for her didn't end. When we could disentangle ourselves and Izzie saw my still-hard and shining penis, dripping with our juices, she knew that was just the beginning. Without opposing me, she let me hold her by the waist as I turned her around, positioning myself behind hers before that monumental ass. With a couple of playful slaps from my penis on her buttocks and feeling my fingers sliding over her sphincter, her body shuddered knowing what was coming to her, the feast her body most yearned for. My penis slid inside her, reaching unimaginable depths. The sensation was scorching and she sighed every time I gave it harder. My thrusts were firm and powerful, causing her breasts to shake like gelatin. Isabella looked like a goddess under my arms, her body reacting with each movement. Her orgasms started coming in bunches, consecutively, like an unstoppable crescendo of pleasure. Her moans became more intense as our movements accelerated, the friction between us creating a melody of sensations that seemed to extend through every nerve of her body. The pressure was there, a constant reminder of the taboo of our romance, but it was surpassed by incomparable pleasure that overwhelmed her.
My thrusts became more insatiable, my cock injecting itself into her with increasing force, her tiny ass burning in a sweet agony of pleasure, where she found each push with lust, receiving me as her master and lord. I could feel myself stretching out, enjoying every second, every centimeter, every vein and pulse, to accommodate myself, her body adapting to this exquisite torture that I delivered with each thrust.The bedroom was filled once again with our sounds: my grunts from the effort, her moans of ecstasy, and the impact of our bodies. It was something we had perfected for months, a sequence of movements where love and pleasure didn't leave room for shame or remorse.
When I finally reached my limit and emptied myself inside her, the sensation had no words, my penis buried deeply in her interior. Isabella's burning body was hot, her tiny ass squeezing me greedily as I deposited my warm seed filling her and came with me, her orgasm ravaging her body like a hurricane. We collapsed on the bed, exhausted and sweaty once again, our hearts beating in sync.
The sight of my semen escaping from her hole was a work of art, a display of how much I longed for her. She looked at me again, my penis still wet with our juices, and we kissed one more time.
Our bodies were a sweaty and semen-stinking disaster, but in those moments, we found ourselves divine for each other. The love we shared was animal, pure and consuming.However, despite the temptation to stay in bed, time was cruel to us. I knew I had to go back to Bastián and she, to Lily, so we had to get moving.
-We need to get ready. -I said, still hot for her.
Izzie nodded, showing discomfort at having to leave, but understood the priorities.
•Of course! – she agreed, her soft and submissive voice understanding our situation.We shared a brief and passionate kiss before leaving the bed and heading to the shower. I saw her watching me leave, her eyes focusing on the muscles of my back and fixing on my butt as I got under the steamy water flow.
She didn't take long to join me, the water flow bathing us while we kissed. I took the soap and started washing her body, my hand taking advantage of those marvelous curves.
But it wasn't until Izzie cleaned my penis and knelt down again, taking me into her lips once more, that the real magic happened.
Although Isabella had always been flirtatious, using her sexuality to get what she wanted, with me, things were different. She was completely surrendering to me, voluntarily swallowing my penis and savoring it.
When I came again in her throat, swallowing most of my load with lustful hunger, she looked at me briefly in the eyes, enjoying the moment and licking her lips to clean herself, with a look that shone with satisfaction.
•Delicious! – she said, after giving my glans one last loud lick.
We share a final kiss under the shower, with my taste still on her lips.•I'll be waiting outside! – she commented seductively, her hypnotic breasts, while smiling at having me enchanted.
But as we were getting dressed, I noticed her acting strange. After covering herself with the black lace bra, she looked at her silk boxers and then at me, almost as if she wanted to give them to me. Luckily, she regained composure and put them on.
She noticed me staring and blushed. I'm aware that I don't see myself like a Greek god, but my muscular arms and broad back draw attention, along with my black eyes, which, just like my wife, attract her with an intriguing sparkle.
-Are you ready? – I asked, hiding her lost gaze in my anatomy.
She nodded shamefacedly. But once we were dressed, I took the time to look at her closely, making sure we left as we entered. Once satisfied, I bent down to her, kissing her warmly and tenderly, as a reward.
The return path to school was pleasantly silent, with our closeness still palpable without needing words…
But upon arriving at school, Isabella's idyllic aura would be shattered by the girls, who noticed by Izzie's glow that she was completely satisfied.
Marco, will it be okay if Aisha and I take our turn tomorrow? – Emma asked with a malicious smile.
To Isabella, her spirits sank, her jealousy inflating her chest like a fire. •What? – she spat out her question, unable to hide her envy.
The two friends laughed at her reaction, enjoying her annoyance, making her envy worsen her character.
>Oh, come on, Isabella! – Aisha insisted. – You know the rules and you never share. Besides, it was yours alone today.
I was just as impressed as she was. But Isabella looked at me with her eyes, waiting for my response. She knew that sharing me with the girls was sweet and bitter at the same time, but also realized she couldn't monopolize my affection.
•I suppose you're right. – she managed to respond reluctantly.
The girls smiled radiantly, except for Izzie, as I looked at them unable to say a word...Next post
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