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  • Erotic Story: Miss Monogamy

    Erotic Story: Miss Monogamy

    The bachelorette party is the last straw, as they say. It’s irritating but I’m happy with what I have. After all, I’m going to marry the love of my life in a few days – can it get any better? We’ve been together since I, a naive freshman, was seduced by his trained mind, very masculine looks, and of course, his experience. There was one problem though – my friends had their own opinions. You should understand why they like to jokingly call me Miss Monogamy. Especially since my fiancé is really happy with this relationship model. But this is not enough for my friends and they still try to change my attitude once in a while.

    Which is why I wasn’t at all surprised when my party was in full swing when a brazenly sexy guy in military uniform knocked on the door, announcing, “Good evening! Lieutenant Dick has arrived…”.

    I took a deep breath and decided that, for the enjoyment of my friends, I would endure this much. After all, it’s just a striptease!

    I felt uncomfortable when he picked me up and carried me to the center of the room to the already prepared chair, but the cheers of support from my friends melted all the ice. Eventually, noticing that my acting was convincing my friends, I suppressed my inner discomfort and decided to put on a real show. Of course, I didn’t think it was funny, but my loved ones were pleased that I joined this exotic dance.

    As the moment of his black leather underwear slipping to the floor was clearly approaching, I braced myself not to show my dismay, but…

    My older bridesmaid turned down the music and solemnly announced that the party was over. I jumped out of my chair with joy, but was immediately disappointed because the words: “We paid for the whole night. Don’t worry, he’s a professional.”

    ***

    I took another deep breath to calm myself down and started to let my friends out, hoping to somehow negotiate with Lieutenant Dick so that the evening would end without casualties. While the guests rushed home, he wasn’t wasting time – I felt the smell of incense, soft romantic music… Professional – you can’t call it anything else.

    But there are limits to everything, and I wasn’t going to break my norms. Unfortunately, when I approached him and searched for the most suitable words, I had to admit to myself that I wanted to submit to him even without a uniform – his face had so much seriousness and devilish charm at the same time.

    “Lieutenant…” I whispered under my nose, but he just put a finger to my lips, “Shh… I’m just doing my job.”

    Part of me resisted, but the other part was eager to know what would happen next.

    Apparently, looking at me to the depths of my soul, he ran his fingers over my cheek, stroked my hair: “Don’t be afraid, there won’t be anything you won’t like.” – and of course, as a simple soldier, I believed the commander’s words. When I finally smiled, he picked me up in his arms and carried me into the bedroom like I was getting ready for my first time.

    I know what it’s like to be carried, but it still surprised me – I didn’t recognize my bedroom. I had already smelled incense before, but I would not have imagined such an abundance of candles. In the warm, glowing light, everything looked mystical, and the silky blood-red bedding that replaced my usual floral cotton bed set made me believe that magical things were indeed going to happen here. If until now everything was just a fun game, now I could no longer hide my excitement – the environment warmed my feelings.

    ***

    He gently placed me on the bed, looking at me again and reassuringly with his trusting gaze, and slowly, overcoming my timid resistance, began to undress me. He didn’t have to suffer long: the short skirt instantly slipped over my bare legs, and after a couple of unexpected touches in the waist area, I raised my hands in capitulation and he took off my shirt. I could only be glad that underwear was not on the list of clothes he wanted to rid me of.

    With my red lace, I perfectly matched the bedroom arrangement he made – he noticed it and I received a compliment on the excellent choice. I only smiled shyly in response, remembering how long it took my friends to convince me to dress up like this. Before I could answer, I felt a hot, muscular body next to me. Leaning gracefully, he looked me straight in the eyes, not so belligerent anymore, but still damn charming and defiant. Meanwhile, his soft fingertips ran innocently along the edges of my underwear. I couldn’t believe that I was so hot from the hands of a strange man, but it was probably the knowledge that I tasted the forbidden fruit that only turned me on even more.

    When my rising panting revealed that the first barriers had been broken, he asserted his superiority. Firm hands rested on my electrified skin and plump lips continued to casually slide past my ears as he hummed unmistakable compliments to me.

    It’s hard to resist when someone caresses your body and your self-love at the same time, so my mind was still alive and I realized the banality of such lovemaking.

    Unfortunately, the body reacted on its own and I even managed to sweat from shame when suddenly, as if by accident, his hand was on my panties, which were already quite wet.

    It didn’t bother him at all, quite the opposite, he knew he was going in the right direction and right now it was ‘down’ as my panties slipped down and soon my bra too. At first, I tried to cover myself with my hands and the corner of the blanket, but it was useless to resist. My hands quickly replaced his lips. Kisses were everywhere and my stubbornness to resist finally faded away completely. I was just swimming in a sea of new sensations.

    ***

    I was so engrossed in his caresses that I missed the moment when he had already settled between my legs. Here he used the same tactic again: innocent touches, lots of soft kisses, a few playful bites… And then his lips landed down there…

    I was surprised but quickly sank back into the silky sheets, my disapproval only silenced by a few vigorous flicks ofhis tongue.

    Maybe I had held back too long, but during the chaos of a wedding I rarely experienced such unconditional closeness. I have no doubt that it was my famous moans that escaped my closed lips that fired up his warlike spirit. Once again I had to admit that he is a real warrior, because he very skillfully left the fatal weapon at the end: as soon as his big fingers, easily penetrating me, turned several times, catching the G-spot, I lost my restraint and, grabbing the blanket, enjoyed a heavenly orgasm.

    ***

    When I finally caught my breath and opened my eyes, I saw that cheeky man grinning mischievously. I also smiled involuntarily. Apparently, noticing my powerlessness, he was preparing for the operation “Orgasm No. 2”. He snuggled even tighter and I turned my back on him. I could already guess why his nickname was “Dick”.

    The second time, in a familiar way, everything happened a little faster, and my body reacted much more sensitively to the tireless caresses. The nipples, like the clitoris, seemed to be reaching towards him for attention, and their silent hopes were fully satisfied. It didn’t take long for me to squeeze my thighs hard again, summoning the highest, while Lt. Dick stroked my trembling body and breathed sensually right onto my neck.

    ***

    When he finally stopped, I laid there completely exhausted, but his enthusiasm was undiminished. He gently made me lie down on my stomach and I was glad I was in a comfortable position to rest. But he didn’t let me sleep – kisses traveled from head to toe like never before and where I wouldn’t even expect them. Joy mingled with fatigue and invited me into the realm of fantastic dreams. I didn’t resist…

    I woke up with incredible joy, and only when I saw the silk bedclothes under me, I realized that it was not a dream – on the cabinet next to the bed there was an orange slip with a phone number and a note: “Your husband is a very lucky guy!” I even laughed when I thought that I would finally be able to use the saying: “what you don’t know, it doesn’t hurt you”…

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  • Sex Story: Threesome With Her Co-Worker

    Sex Story: Threesome With Her Co-Worker

    My beloved woman is one of those who would do anything for love (well, at least a lot, that’s for sure). Every time I find something she does “insane”, she soon comes up with something even more impressive and I don’t know what else to expect. Even this time…

    We have joked about it many times, sitting in a cozy cafe, creating fantasy scenarios about girls passing by the window, who we both think are beautiful, but I never thought that we could turn it into reality. Airy fantasies and these conversations were enough for me, but she had something else in mind.

    One afternoon while I was still at work, I got a text to grab something to eat and “…if you will be good, you will get rewarded…” at the end of the text. I was dying of impatience. I couldn’t stop thinking about what she had planned this time. I flipped through the work calendar – checked whether I had forgotten any important event. Imagination drew the hottest scenes one after another and offered me roles in them. I could hardly concentrate, so I was going to go home a little early. On the way, I stopped by a store and picked up her favorite wine.

    After unlocking the door, already walking in the corridor, I felt a little disappointed – an unfamiliar pair of high heels meant that we had visitor. “And what about me?!…” screamed the spoiled child in me, remembering her promise. I slipped into the kitchen where I was greeted by the strong scent of women and coffee. Two unwashed cups betrayed that for some reason my girl was involved in women’s conversations, and not… I didn’t want to make a fuss, but I was very disappointed. I put the bottle of wine next to the one who was already open and remembered that today is her last day at work, and those women’s shoes probably belong to a colleague I’ve already heard of.

    I decided that it would be interesting to meet her and at the same time remind my beloved that I am already home and it was time to get rid of the visitor.

    Guided by the quiet voices, I found out where they were. At first, I was a little surprised that both of them were in the bedroom, but I quickly found reasons to justify it – I carefully knocked and opened the door. Apparently, they didn’t hear the knocking… The sight was stunning: two beautiful women in tight skirts, smiling, lying cross-legged on our bed. I was so shocked that I could not say a word and hastily closed the door.

    I went back to the living room. Now I heard the moans of my wife in the distance, and the pauses of holding her breath gave me a sense of what was going on there. My imagination ran wild and my body responded accordingly. I turned on the TV to distract myself and maybe unconsciously turned up the volume. I couldn’t believe what was happening in my bedroom. After a moment, the phone signal swept away my attempts to calm the galloping tsunami, and a single word on the screen made my legs tingle: “Come in.”

    I got up and went where I was called. My thoughts were raging like a storm. I opened the door, and there they were. Two beautiful women on my spacious bed, rosy-cheeked and smiling satisfied. Their naked bodies were covered with nothing more than a light blanket. Seeing me, her colleague seemed a little confused, but my lover quickly took control of the situation: she grabbed her friend by the chin and went into a deep kiss, so that she completely forgot about me. But I wasn’t going anywhere, and the feeling below my waist made me want to jump into bed as soon as possible.

    The girls caressed each other like I had imagined in my wildest fantasy. After a moment, mine was on top and exposing her curved ass, stroking her friend’s body, she slid lower and lower, temptingly coming closer to me. Without hesitation I crouched down, grabbed her hips and started doing what she was doing to her friend. I sensed that the place where my tongue was now wandering had been visited before.

    The panting duo wasn’t the only thing driving me crazy – I could feel her shaking more and more in my arms, my muscles throbbing and my jeans getting tighter and tighter. Forgetting that I was only here as a guest, I hastily opened the front of my pants and, with good aim, in one sudden movement stuck my thing where my tongue had just been. No negative reactions, just responsive hip movements. She was so hot and wet and the two beauties were kissing so passionately that I already knew I wouldn’t last long.

    Knowing me well, she sensed it too. I wanted to take a small break for a moment, but she turned to me and, firmly grasping my ass, began to lick my throbbing thing. It didn’t take a moment for her friend to join in as well. A couple of French kisses in front of my eyes – two nimble tongues caressing each other and the most sensitive parts of my body. I had never experienced such pleasure before, but the desire to enjoy myself was accelerated by the approaching orgasm. Soon, as if in inaudible agreement, they both looked at me at the same time. That was all that I needed. My hot seed splashed onto their long tongues.

    Sex story : The unexpected holiday

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  • The Grip of Passion: Erotic story

    The Grip of Passion: Erotic story

    Beautiful, athletic, successful and well over 30. The men I like have already found younger ones, and those who like me… let’s put it this way – my self-respect does not allow me to be in a relationship with any of them, but my self-love pushes me into the grip of passion – I don’t want to to give up pleasure just because I am alone.

    He is a respected man, head of the family, role model… and my promiscuous ruler. Frequent visits to the capital have become the most convenient way to meet. I don’t dig into his heart, I only care about the most secret corners of his soul and the erotic world of both of us. Although more often we correspond by e-mail, sometimes a couple of unexpected messages with hints that only we understand are enough to brighten up the whole day. My mind is racing with passion. Then I feel sexy, desirable and strong.

    As usual, a few days before the meeting I receive a letter with clear instructions. I know where to wait for him, how to prepare, how to dress and what to expect. My body is heating up just from the planning alone, so I’m looking forward to it.

    When the appointed day arrives, I pretend to be calm, but my blood boils and a cheeky smile shines on my lips. I light the candles and stand in front of the mirror for the hundredth time to make sure I look perfect. The less time is left, the more excited I am. I count the minutes.

    He is late. 5, 10, 15 minutes… I can’t wait, I’m starting to worry that he won’t come, until suddenly the doorbell rings.

    He is not going to make excuses at all. I want to grab him, but I hold back. I let him in, take his cool coat and, holding it to my chest, inhale the aroma of his perfume. I put his coat in the closet while he takes off his shoes. As soon as he walks into the candlelit room, I hear compliments on how well I’ve done. I blush and sigh quietly as he pulls me into his grip of passion. I enjoy his closeness. I can feel his muscles even through his clothes and I’m melting with pleasure. I beamed inwardly, noticing that he too is obviously picking up on the smell of my body.

    His hands slide down, hugging my body tightly and pressing my pelvis against his. He squeezes the roundness of my ass hard in his hands. I’m out of breath and barely able to stay on my trembling legs in high heels. He kisses my neck and moves down: shoulders, collarbones, chest… His hands seem to be made for my breasts – he caresses my nipples as if they were the icing on the cake. Of course I like it, so I moan and don’t hide it – I want him to know what excitement he creates in me and how excited I am by his touches.

    Finding the perfect moment when my body is filled with lust and my brain demands the same, he pulls my hair tightly.

    Tilting my head slightly, he whispers, “You know what I want…”. I know it’s the best I can do, but I hesitate a little longer, playing the naive girl, until he forces me to kneel before him with the same carefully staged rudeness. My heart starts beating faster. He slowly unbuckles his belt, unzips, pulls down his pants and a mature penis appears before my eyes.

    I lick my lips, looking into his eyes. Then I take one finger and run its wet end over the very end of his thing. He breathes loudly and with a look in his eyes encourages me to act bolder. I stroke it with my fingers, my palm, and finally grasp the base, assuming my assigned role.

    Tonight, in addition to sexy underwear, stockings and high heels, I also have a super short plaid skirt. So short that you can see the curves of my bottom without even lifting them. I am a naive schoolgirl tonight.

    With my apparently inexperienced hand I hold his hard thing and lick it like my favorite ice cream: slowly and with pleasure. He breathes loudly and involuntarily thrusts his hips forward to thrust deeper into me. I obey. At first carefully, slowly, but then more and more deeply. As deep as I have not taken before. Every heavy exhale he takes turns me on, so I try to relax, even though tears are starting to roll down my cheeks. He thrusts his hips forward and stops. I hold on as long as I can until I pull away. A trail of saliva stretches between his hard erection and my mouth. I try to clean myself up but he compliments me, making me feel sexier than ever.

    I’m a bad girl. His girl. He shoves his dick down my throat again, only this time when I’m about to pull away, he doesn’t let go.

    I resist and try to get out of his tight grip, but he’s not happy about me being disobedient – ​​he grabs my hair and reminds me who’s in charge here. He orders me to get on all fours to the bed while he undresses himself. I hear his belt buckle hit the floor. I move my hips a lot as I crawl because I think he’s watching me.

    As soon as I stop by the bed, he comes to me and sits on the edge of the bed. There is an order to stand up, take off my panties, and he asks again who is in charge here. I frantically reply that it is him. There is a command to repeat it again. I repeat. I feel guilty, but I see his playful smile and it’s not scary. However, he is adamant. The next order comes and I have to lie on his lap. I don’t hesitate. I settle down and feel his wet penis under my stomach. It is so tempting and hot. I daydream about it until suddenly I feel a hard slap on my bare ass. I feel his palm print burning on it. He gently caresses the burning spot…and another spank follows. He pats it again and the same thing happens again… and again!.. and again!

    When my shameless wails turn plaintive, he tells me to stand up, lean against the dresser, and spread my legs.

    He caresses my cherry red bottom again and without warning, thrusts his hard cock into me in one thrust. My eyes bulge out of their sockets, my voice stucks in my throat, and my fingers dig into the wood. “Breathe, breathe…” he says and I relax as he plunges slowly but extremely deep into my wet hole. After another deep thrust, I sigh, silently repeating his name, but he grabs my hands and, speeding up his movements, begins to fuck me with all his might. I can barely stay on my feet, my head is spinning with pleasure and he keeps going harder and harder…

    I feel a warm flush on my back as he announces in a hollow voice that he’s finished. I don’t move until he wipes his seed from my body and we both fall onto the bed trying to catch our breath. Can’t wait to hear how much he liked it.

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  • Erotic story: Professor

    Erotic story: Professor

    Before the exam, I had signed up for an additional consultation with my favorite professor. I was probably the most diligent student in the course and I hoped that he would notice me.

    We went to a small, dark auditorium at the end of the hall. He was just a step behind, staring at his phone. Entering the room, I expected him to turn on the light, but he closed the door behind him with a graceful movement and locked it.

    “What are you doing?” I froze. In the darkness, his eyes sparkled like hell. He didn’t answer anything, just calmly put the phone and keys on the table. He took off his jacket and hung it on the chair. I didn’t know what to do.

    “I heard you’ve been a… bad girl,” he said softly in his sexy low voice. Suddenly he came towards me. His every step echoed in the deathly silence.

    “I.. I don’t know what you’re talking about..,” my words came out too high pitched. I wanted to back off, but my legs wouldn’t listen. I felt the blood heating up, pulsating in the very center of my body. I knew I wanted it myself.

    “But of course you don’t know…,” he was very close, I could feel his hot breath on my neck. “You seem to admire more than just my work…and all that extra consulting…”. I bit my lip. He was right. I had my own intentions.

    “Oh… but…,” I couldn’t come up with any convincing excuses in a hurry. I wanted him so badly. I felt my legs slowly start to wobble.

    “Mmmhm…,” he trailed his finger along my face and neck. I gasped at his touch. “Do you like it?”

    I thought for a moment. There was nowhere to run: “Y-e-s, Professor.”

    Suddenly he started kissing my neck, a chain of wet kisses traveling from my collarbone to my jawline. I was panting with joy. He grabbed my neck from behind with one hand while the other slid down my stomach to my groin. The professor lifted my shirt, exposing my heated body to the cool air. His warm, masculine hands traveled down my stomach and gripped my breasts firmly. One, then the other.

    I shuddered to think of future lectures, when I will probably die longing for his touch. I fantasized about him for a long time. Sometimes he would catch me staring, I would get flustered, and he would ask if I was okay. I saw that he was aware of my intentions.

    My panties were literally floating. I had wanted him for so long… I wanted him to fuck me. The desire was indescribably wild.

    “Take me,” I whispered softly, unable to believe it myself.

    “What?” he replied, having stopped stroking me for a moment and looked into my eyes.

    “Take me,” I said louder, but my voice still shaking.

    “Your wish is my command,” he stated ironically, as if he didn’t believe what was happening. He quickly pressed his lips to mine. Our tongues grabbed each other greedily. The feeling was indescribable.

    Gasping for air, I released myself from his grip and pulled off my shirt. I put my hand around his neck and sucked his lips even harder than before and enjoyed his trained body with my other hand. He was so strong…

    “Kneel down,” he demanded.

    I obeyed and knelt before him. The shape of his penis poked through the khaki pants. More than usual. I felt it waiting for me.

    The professor unbuttoned his pants. Without expecting anything, I took off his boxer shorts. I was right – his thing was quite impressive, although not quite hard yet. I licked it greedily from the base up and stroked my hand around the massive head, licking up the salty wetness.

    I slowly took it deeper and deeper. Finally felt him move his hips in response. His movements were sudden and powerful, then slow and calm. He knew exactly what he liked.

    “Ohhh…,” he savored my trained mouth.

    I was also moaning in contentment with just his cock in my mouth and the vibration coursing through his body. He moaned even louder. I was getting wetter every moment.

    “I’m gonna…,” the words caught in his throat, his voice shaking. I didn’t want him to finish. I let go of his cock and teased him.

    The professor hurriedly undressed me. His desire to fuck me as soon as possible was more than obvious. We were both breathing deeply and heavily. After looking into my eyes for a moment, he removed my skirt and panties. When the bra was finally on the floor, he roughly pushed me against the table and suddenly thrust into me without waiting.

    His huge thing moved quickly back and forth, penetrating deeper than I could have imagined. I enjoyed his firm movements and the sensations were amazing.

    “You’re such a pervert… You should be fucked more often,” he growled through gritted teeth and I only moaned even louder. With these words, he began to slow down his movements, but he thrust in even deeper, even harder.

    “…You’re so tight…,” I heard between his gasps as he suddenly pulled out of me, leaving only the very tip inside.

    “Professor…,” as soon as my lips uttered it, he slammed into me again with all his might. He muffled my sudden scream with his hand and relished repeating the same rude move several more times. I felt myself coming to an orgasm.

    Once more thrust and I felt the strongest orgasm I can remember. I moaned, my body shaking with excitement as my muscles sucked all the life out of him. Tremors coursed through his body, his animalistic, deep growl echoing through the room. I felt his hot seed running through my quivering body.

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  • Erotic story: Helping fingers

    Erotic story: Helping fingers

    It was one of those ‘friends drink but you’re the driver’ parties. I was tired of watching the lazy company, so I curiously started walking around the house. After walking around the first floor, I went upstairs. When I approached a half-open door, I saw a light and looked inside cautiously, hoping to find some nice company to chat with. My short “hello” got stuck in my throat… No, it wasn’t the size of the bed in the bright bedroom that surprised me, but what was happening on it.

    My body was in shock and thoughts were racing through my head. It would have been more polite to leave, but on the other hand, I wanted to stay for a while – you don’t see such view every day. Two lovely girls enjoying each other… Maybe not top beauties, but their passionate caresses took my breath away and I couldn’t move. While I was fighting with myself, they noticed me. I started muttering something to apologize for disturbing… because the door was open… They looked at each other, smiled and got out of bed one by one. One came to me – a small woman, with red cheeks, messy hair and almost naked.

    – Don’t run, – she breathed out.

    She winked, took my hand and pulled me towards the bed. I felt her little hand tremble in my palm. I was shivering too. I hope more inside than outside. I just didn’t know what to do. Everything looks so simple in porn, but here I was completely confused. The only really static thing was the erection in my pants. I closed the door, turned the key and decided to act. It would be foolish to miss such an opportunity.

    ***

    I sat awkwardly on the bed, the many scenarios I had seen running through my head. They squealed as they looked at me, but I tried to play the tough guy and without taking my eyes off them, slowly started unbuttoning my shirt. One, two… and I didn’t have to think anymore. Now the other girl came closer to me. She grabbed me by the back of my head and started whispering in my ear.

    – Now you will be in the main role, – her pleasantly low voice really interested me, but I didn’t even have time to wonder what she meant by that. I was quickly pushed between her friend’s open legs. Her clean-shaven, soft pussy pulsated in front of my eyes. I didn’t wait for instructions and plunged into the sweet realm. I was not surprised that she was already wet and she started moaning as soon as my tongue touched her labia. I felt like I was being judged, but I tried not only for that. It was really good. Tenderness, moisture, flavor… and moans. The other lady’s hand on the back of my head. She leaned down and licked my ear and pressed my head harder to sink my tongue deeper between her friend’s legs.

    – Good boy! – the owner of the velvety voice patted my ear again and left. I stopped for a moment, but the other girl’s hand pushed me back between her legs. Looking up, I saw the first one take off her skirt and panties and return to bed. She turned to me, watching me follow her every move, then carefully sat on her friend’s face and leaned into me. Her friend’s moans were now muffled by other wet lips. I felt pain in my pants from the erection. Without removing my tongue from the “workplace”, I unbuttoned my pants. The riding girl didn’t take her eyes off me, biting her lips at the pleasure of her friend’s tongue down there, and raised her eyebrows in acceptance of what I was doing, releasing my penis from the burden of my pants. I tried to keep focusing on licking but she motioned for me to get up. Meanwhile, she gripped her friend’s thighs tightly and sucked her pussy. Her nimble tongue glided over her friend’s wet spot with surprising pleasure.

    ***

    – Take off your clothes! – she ordered me and closed her eyes. I had nothing to do with the flood of pleasure that was happening in bed at that moment, but I really wanted to join. No matter how fast I tried, I couldn’t make it. They didn’t miss me too much – when I went back to bed I had to remind them of me. I knelt down where I had been before, only now it wasn’t my tongue, but myher friend’s, sliding between the other girl’s labia. I stimulated my throbbing erection with one hand and started stroking her back with the other. She raised her head. My thing was right on the tip of her nose. She did not hesitate – she licked her friend’s juice from her lips and stuck out her tongue. I moved closer and rubbed the head of my cock against it. She licked it, opened her mouth and started sucking it. When I had already relaxed and started enjoying the great blowjob, she stopped and aimed her finger at her friend’s crotch. I obeyed and plunged between the moist lips. She kept bossing me around. Now faster, now deeper… Meanwhile, she stimulated her friend’s clitoris, which I was still licking from below. And again, as soon as I was indulged in pleasure, she told me to stop. She kissed her friend’s lap and got out of bed. I was confused for a moment, but the girl lying on the bed motioned for me to follow my friend.

    She was searching for something in the dresser drawer. She took a small tube, squeezed a clear gel out of it and, … leaning against the dresser, began to apply it to her anus. The blood flowed into penis even more strongly. I felt hypnotized. I walked up to her, kissed her shoulder and started rubbing my fingers between her firm cheeks. I was pleasantly surprised when I realized that two of her fingers were already in the narrow hole. Her soft moans spurred me into action.

    ***

    – Allow me – I took the initiative for the first time that evening. She pulled her fingers out and I replaced them with mine. Needless to say, the larger fingers stretched her hole even more. She sighed piteously. Now I felt the same fingers rubbing her clit. I played with my fingers a little more and asked for lubricant. I put it on the tip of my penis and slowly, carefully inserted it into her ass. She moaned as she leaned against the dresser and I enjoyed the pleasurable slide into the tight hole. Suddenly I felt another warm body hugging me from behind. She ran her nails over my spine and took a tube from the dresser. I didn’t realize what she was doing until I felt the cool gel between my cheeks… I turned my head to see her lubricating her fingers.

    She placed two of them at my opening and slowly started thrusting. I froze in confusion. “Stop!! Why don’t you resist?!” I yelled at myself in my head. At first the pain was excruciating, but after a while her fingers slowly slipped into the depths and I tried to relax. She slowly pushed them in and pulled them out until the pain began to turn into pleasure.

    As the sensations became more and more pleasurable, I instinctively resumed pushing my penis deeper and deeper into the other stranger’s tight hole. The thrusts were getting stronger and the action behind me was getting more intense at the same time. I was breathing heavily and my first drops of sperm were already squirting out of my ripe thing. As the girl’s bottom cheeks pounded hard against me, her moans grew louder and louder. The other lady’s fingers were still moving in my opening, she wrapped herself around me and kissed her friend’s reddened face and breasts, and with a loud scream, her friend experienced an orgasm.

    I felt like I was very close to exploding – the massaging movements in my anus and the throbbing opening of my friend’s orgasm squeezing my cock as tight as ever made my mind shut down. Her screams of pleasure were joined by my low moans. As the warm fluid squirted intensely into her bottom, I felt the hot slender fingers slowly being pulled out of me.

    ***

    After a moment, realizing what had just happened, I got up and hurriedly started to get dressed. The two women had already gone to bed, where, passionately kissing, continued the same scene I had seen when I entered this room. I rushed out of the room to wait for my drunken friends in the car. When I got into the car, I tried to understand if what happened was real. The only evidence of this was the burning sensation between my cheeks.

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  • Leave the door unlocked. Erotic story

    Leave the door unlocked. Erotic story

    After a long work week, she returned to an empty house. Husband had promised to arrive on time, but ended up being late. She settled on the couch and sank into a book, one of those romantic stories that create sexual intrigue. She was more nervous than usual, even flinched when the phone rang. It was him:

    – Hello, honey, are you waiting for me?

    – You said you’ll be late…

    – I just left work. The boss wasn’t happy, but I don’t care because I know I am gonna get you.

    – Hmm… And what are you going to do with me?

    – I really want you to leave the door unlocked, undress, and lie down in bed blindfolded. Let me surprise you. What do you say about that?

    – I’m already waiting!

    – I’ll be in 20 minutes.

    She was excited about his intentions. After hanging up, she hurried to get ready – quickly took a shower, brushed her teeth, combed her hair. She unlocked the front door and went to the bedroom, where she intended to improve his script a bit. Taking a blindfold, two of his ties and handcuffs given to her by her friends long time ago, she undressed and got into bed. Ties were great for tying her spread legs to the end of the bed. Blindfolded, she skillfully attached her hands to the head of the bed. A shiver ran through her body with impatience. Her nipples were already hard and the crotch was completely wet.

    ***

    It wasn’t long before she heard the door open. Just the thought of his lips and touch made pleasant tingles run over her skin and make her back arch a little. He whistled when he saw her – mostly out of surprise, but also to cover the other man’s steps. He had brought a friend. Someone he knew and who knew him – his colleague.

    Her husband approached her and kissed her passionately. She responded enthusiastically. He massaged her breasts and sensitive nipples with one hand, kissing her non-stop. The other hand unbuttoned his pants to undress:

    – I like that you’re already wet… I want you now, but you know me… I can’t until I’ve tasted you. Get ready baby!

    She blushed. He knew how to use his tongue very well. She could only sigh helplessly as he settled between her legs and got to work. Spreading her pussy lips with his fingers, he intensely licked the clitoris and around it. Her blood-soaked pussy became even wetter. Lifting her hips, she let her lover’s tongue slide in even deeper.

    – Do you like it?

    – Shhh… Don’t stop…

    She moaned loudly as he moved his fingers around her wet clit. She breathed out in a hoarse voice:

    – Give me your thing… I really want it!

    – Do you want my cock in your mouth?

    – Yes.

    – Why?

    – Oh my god… You know I like it! Give it to me!

    Turning, he winked at his friend, who was already undressed and massaging his cock while watching both lovers. He liked that she was so active and hoped his presence wouldn’t ruin the mood. Approaching the bed, he grabbed her large breasts and rubbed his hard thing between them. Then he moved a little closer so that his ‘head’ touched her lips. Bending her head, she caught it with her lips and tongue. Feeling her soft, wet lips and nimble tongue, he couldn’t hold back for long and let her take it deeper and deeper as he got closer to her. Her moans soon filled the warm room. He nervously motioned for his friend to return to her crotch. He again settled between her legs and began to lick.

    And she froze. Her entire body became still. She panicked. Even in the daze of excitement, she realized that if his cock was between her lips, there was no way he could lick her like that. “What is going on here?!” – she muttered to herself, spitting out his colleague’s thing.

    – Who is he?

    – Shh… everything is fine. Enjoy! You’ve said so many times that you’d like a second one, so I brought a friend.

    – No!! – she objected – You can’t do that! I want to know who is he!

    The friend felt guilty and got out of bed.

    – Shut up! You two… Don’t panic!

    Hugging his wife, he caressed her face and comforted her:

    – Honey, have I ever let you down? You know I wouldn’t bring anyone I don’t trust here. He promised me complete discretion and he has something you will really like… Give her your dick, and the colleague apparently obeyed. – Trust me, you’ll like it. It’s shaved, just the way you like it. Beautiful and big. I would never bring someone here that you don’t like, I promise.

    She began to carefully massage the hot snake placed on her palm. It was definitely bigger than her lover’s, but not so big as to cause her pain.

    – Trust me. Relax and enjoy.

    As her lover kissed her, she tried her best to stimulate the thing in her hand, although it wasn’t easy because her hands were locked. Her efforts forced a longing sigh from her colleague’s lips. She relaxed and decided to let events take their course. On the other hand, she was too excited to let go of this strange man who had already seen her naked. Hearing her grunt of satisfaction, the guest took courage and thrust his penis into her mouth again as her lover returned between her spread legs.

    Soon she was raving with excitement. He could barely keep his tongue in her wet clit as her hips danced. And at the same time, she enthusiastically sucked the mysterious guest. Until he couldn’t stand it any longer:

    – I have to fuck you! I want to stick my dick in your little slit. I want to take you from behind and I want to see how you suck his cock. Promise not to remove the blindfold?

    She nodded and the guest released her hands. Meanwhile, her husband untied her legs. The colleague helped her change position and knelt behind her. Husband sat leaning against the head of the bed, and she grabbed his cock with one hand and began to suck it. Taking this as a start, his colleague positioned himself behind her and plunged into her wet depths in one swoop. There was a loud moan, but her voice was drowned out by the movements in her mouth. Now she was sure of what made her moan – the colleague.

    He dug into her hips and began to move slowly, gradually picking up the pace. The lover, while enjoying the blowjob, didn’t forget that he was not the star of the evening, so he began to massage her firm nipples. The fabulous touches were surpassed by a colleague who grabbed her by the hair and picked up the pace. It made her hot as hell. While one penis moved effortlessly back and forth in her throat, the other moved in her depths with the same pace. She felt like she was in heaven.

    – Damn it!… You are so devilish… So wet… I won’t last long. It’s so goood!

    These words fueled her even more. She tensed her mouth muscles even more, enjoying her lover’s moans. After a few moments, he grabbed her head and finished with a loud grunt, filling her mouth with thick sperm. The colleague was only a second behind and announced his orgasm in her crotch with no less noise.

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  • The Unexpected Day Off: Erotic Story

    The Unexpected Day Off: Erotic Story

    I was unexpectedly granted a day off. There was no time to plan anything, I just wanted to get some sleep and have some time for myself. That’s what I did. I didn’t hear how James was getting ready for work, I just felt his handsom perfume and without even opening my eyes I gave him a passionate goodbye kiss. But maybe I dreamed it…

    He leaned down to plant a kiss on his sleeping wife’s lips, and I clung to the lapels of his jacket and sucked his mouth roughly. Gasping for breath, I released him and murmured, “I want you so bad now…” He smiled calmly, winked at me, and wished me a nice day and left. I muttered to myself and fell asleep again.

    ***

    I woke up after more than an hour. I took my time getting up: I read a book in bed, checked my emails and promised myself I wouldn’t do anything on my day off. As soon as my loved one saw me connecting to social networks, I received a message: “You’re not going to sleep until lunch, are you?”. I was smiling from ear to ear as I read his messages about how much he hates not being able to be home, how grumpy his co-workers are, and how hard he tries not to smile just to fit into the work environment. We often don’t have time for such chatter.

    I turned on the music, rolled out the yoga mat, and started exercising. A few minutes later I got a text from him: “Do you still want me?”. I laughed and sent a picture of my breasts pressed into a sports bra. “I’m exercising, do not disturb.” He understood but continued to interrupt. I stretched and tried not to jump to the phone, but I couldn’t. He complimented me and told me what he was going to do with my breasts. I imagined, felt it… I lifted my bra and sent another photo. I put my phone on silent mode and continued to exercise with a big smile. I tortured him, but I tortured myself too.

    After I finished exercising and caught my breath, I went to the bathroom. I read his messages and continued the game. I took a picture of my underwear on the bathroom floor. Then my soapy hips. Butt. He wrote compliments and finally sent a rather visible erection in his pants with an offer to sit on his lap. At that moment, I would have given everything to make it happen. I lifted my leg and sent a very intimate photo. I filmed the warm water flowing over my naked body. James continued to write about how he would like to be with me.

    ***

    Still warm and fragrant, I put on a dress and started cooking breakfast, planned lunch. I suddenly startled when I heard the door unlock. I ran into the corridor, he had already dropped his jacket and was pulling off his shoes. My avalanche of nervous questions was silenced by a single argument: “I want you!”. I resisted a little, not understanding the situation, but as soon as he gasped, realizing that I hadn’t even bothered to put on panties, I spread my legs and gave in to the passion.

    We flirted like teenagers in love before, but now he was crawling under my dress like a mad wolf. Soon I was panting from the deep finger massage. I caressed his cock through his pants, and when I reached the highest point, I unbuttoned his pants in one movement. He stepped back and his eyes widened in surprise. I rushed to release his penis and crouched down to grab it in my mouth. He looked at me and sighed contentedly as I worked my way down his thing with enthusiastic passion, not forgetting any sensitive spots. James admitted that he would not last long and told me to turn around.

    I leaned against the drawers and turned my curves towards him. He caressed my ass with both hands and the head of his cock, telling me how sexy I am. I smiled and said nothing. I loved hearing that. I was a bit scared when he crouched down behind me and started licking…but not my pussy. I wanted to warn him that I wasn’t ready for such games, but I let out a sigh of pleasure when he persistently poked his tongue at my sensitive spot. All I had to do was relax.

    As I experienced something very close to orgasm, he stood up and filled my dripping crotch in one motion. He rocked back and forth hard and deep and I moaned so loud, forgetting that someone could hear us. He held my hair, kissed my neck, caressed my breasts, and was not too lazy to tickle my clit with his fingertips. He tried so hard to please me. He relentlessly drove me to the heights of pleasure and just in time stuck his thumb in my ass. I screamed in pleasure and a sudden wave of heat flooded my body.

    Biting my lip, I experienced a strong orgasm. Moaning loudly and stretching on my tiptoes, I felt my inner muscles digging into his penis. It was too much. He pulled it out of my throbbing hole and finished on my ass with a plaintive sigh. I smiled at the wall with devilish satisfaction and didn’t move while he admired his work. After a few moments, he wiped it off with a paper towel he brought from the kitchen. He stroked my curves and looked at his watch, cursing, “I have to run.”

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  • Pleasure On The Road: Erotic Story

    Pleasure On The Road: Erotic Story

    I suspect I’m not the only one who knows what it’s like to literally have no time for sex. Life boils and pleasure remains on the second or third plan. But my husband, apparently, knows me to the bone – today I received a message: “You are gonna get raped.” A shiver ran down my spine and my smile doubled just before the conference started.

    I rushed home faster than usual. Unfortunately, he was not home, there were only the suitcases standing in the corridor reminding me that we would have to leave again soon. We are taking a trip across half of the country. We are going on holidays to the countryside. Maybe not my dream weekend, but if our friends invite us… Without wasting time, I jumped into the shower. I got a little carried away playing with me in front of the mirror because I didn’t notice him coming home. I felt a kiss on my bare shoulder, and while taking a shower, he just said: “Beautiful, beautiful… I’ll be right away.”

    He got ready while I packed the food and soon we were in the car. The hustle of the city was finally behind us. He stroked my thigh lightly.

    – I have something for you… – he said after a long pause.

    – What is it? – I was excited.

    -…a gift, – he smiled and I felt that it would not be so easy.

    I kept guessing what it could be.

    – Are you wearing panties? Take the off…, – he ordered without waiting for my answer.

    – What are you thinking of doing? – he awakened intrigue in me.

    – You’ll see…

    I gave him a suspicious look but obeyed. Waving the panties in my hands, I received another task – to take a gift from the back seat. It wasn’t difficult. He smiled confidently. I was smiling too, but I felt embarrassed. The luxurious-looking black box was strangely heavy. It slowly opened it. I saw impatience in his eyes. I carefully removed the cap and… I was really expecting something else, but I was pleasantly surprised. I looked at him in disbelief, then at the beautiful black thing in the box. I timidly stroked the soft, oddly shaped vibrator with my fingertips and he encouraged me to unpack it all the way.

    My hands were shaking with excitement. As soon as he turned on the vibration mode, lust flooded my sex-starved body. I studied the toy and considered its possibilities.

    My husband quickly enriched my wild thoughts with technical data: two motors, a bunch of settings, a remote control and even an app on the phone! I realized how carefully he had chosen it, and it became a bit funny that such a natural process becomes so… smart. I turned it off, gave him a thank you kiss on the cheek and was about to pack it back but he stopped me. I was confused. I have to try it here? Now?…

    The road was quite monotonous and I was already pantyless and a bit aroused… He advised me to lower the seat a bit and push it back to resemble a lying position. It seems all I had to do was follow his instructions. He had planned all this long ago. He took the pen-shaped remote while I pressed the bigger end of the two-part vibrator into my palm. I soon got comfortable, spread my legs and turned on the toy. A shiver ran through my body again. Lifting the dress a little, I pressed the large end to my freshly shaved pussy. The vibration flowed pleasantly through my body and he again started to caress my bare thigh.

    I quickly got wet from the strong vibration. He continued to look at me with satisfaction and I didn’t have to tell him how much I liked it – the quiet moans betrayed me. As I heated up, I wanted more. I began to push the bigger end where it was supposed to be – in my vagina. His eyes glistened and I spread my legs even wider and moaned softly as I pushed the throbbing device deeper. I thought that the second, smaller end was a little annoying at first, but as my inner muscles embraced the bigger end, the first one found its place on its own and stimulated my clitoris with heavenly ease.

    I leaned back in the chair, closed my eyes and enjoyed it. I tried to relax, but my peace was soon interrupted by stronger vibrations. Now I understood the magic of the remote control. I bit my lip and confirmed my pleasure with a look in his eyes. As he increased the intensity of the vibration again, so did my sensations. I stopped trying to control myself. I rocked my hips in the chair and grabbed my breasts, rubbing my hard nipples through thin bra.

    I don’t know what he did next, but the look of satisfaction on his face at being allowed to control the process was something indescribable. I sunk into the car seat and it seemed like there would be no end. Without closing my eyes, I tried as much as possible to maintain eye contact, and very soon I reached a strong orgasm. That feeling… Something I couldn’t control vibrating inside me at full speed… I finally couldn’t take it anymore and asked him to stop. I held my breath, my body still shaking from the subsiding vibrations. Obviously proud of himself, he turned it off and demonstratively stuffed the remote into his shirt pocket. I turned off the vibrator and was still panting, wondering if the seat is wet under me, because if it was, we would have to stop someplace quiet…

  • Erotic Story: Under The Skirt

    Erotic Story: Under The Skirt

    It was a warm summer evening, the sun was already setting. I sat on the balcony with a book in my hands and enjoyed the silence. From time to time, my sister’s friends disturbed my peace, but I didn’t care about them – I wanted privacy. Needless to say, it failed. The door opened and one of the guests asked if I would mind if he went out on the balcony for a smoke. I was polite. He came out, leaned against the edge of the balcony and smoked a cigarette. Of course he didn’t bother me, but… I couldn’t read anymore.

    I sat cross-legged on the chair and watched him from the edge of the book. Strong features, unshaven chin, wildly tangled hair and a thoughtful expression. I watched the cigarette smoke between his long fingers – almost sad that he was going to leave soon. But he was in no hurry. He stood up, leaned his back against the uneven wall of the balcony, crossed his arms over his chest and looked straight at me. I tried my best to ignore his piercing gaze, but felt my cheeks flush at his shamelessness.

    I moved and only then realized why I had attracted his attention. It was a hot summer, so when I was at home, I didn’t bother to wear underwear under my dresses. I was pretty sure he had noticed my shaved crotch, but I lowered my legs anyway and waited for him to leave. It didn’t happen.

    Without breaking the intense eye contact, he came closer, knelt down in front of me and started caressing my legs. From ankles to knees. From knees to thighs. I grabbed the hem of my dress and tried to resist, but I couldn’t – his touches were so gentle and his gaze so piercing. I should have screamed, shooed him away, and cursed him, but… I gave up the moment I saw him. He snuggled up to my legs like a cat and I was burning. Placing his hands on my knees, he tried to open them, but I just squeezed them harder and looked at the door. He also looked back, but then he kissed my left knee, winked and I gave up. I hoped that he was right – that no one would catch us.

    He kissed the inside of my thighs, the stubble of his unshaven beard running over my skin. His warm hands and wet tongue moved closer and closer to my plump labia. As if teasing, he stopped for a moment and looked into my eyes questioningly. I moved closer to the edge of the chair and grabbed him by the hair and gently aimed his head in the center. He perfectly understood what I wanted and began to gently lick them. Sometimes slowly, then faster and closer to the clitoris, then lower, then in the middle, but barely touching… And he was still looking into my eyes.

    I also decided to play. Slowly, I started to unbutton my dress. First… second… third button. He carefully watched my every move. Opening the dress to the navel, I began to caress my breasts, twisting the nipples between my fingers. His eyes seemed to widen and greedily devour every expression of my lust. He stopped. As a reminder, I parted my labia with one hand and he took the hint. Grabbing them like a thirsty animal, he licked my lust point intensely, maybe even roughly, but carefully.

    Unable to hold back, I pushed his face deep into my crotch again and didn’t let go until he started sucking my clit intensely. I ran my nails into his hair and tried to hold back moans of contentment. “Don’t stop, don’t stop…” I repeated in my mind but didn’t dare say a word. He didn’t stop. Or maybe he just couldn’t get out of my grasp. And then it happened. This stranger brought me to orgasm. To wobbly legs and a quivering pelvis. He held my thighs so I wouldn’t crush his shaggy head in them. He didn’t back down. Until the last moment. He licked until I stoped. I spread my legs again and started stroking his hair.

    He only pulled away when he saw the satisfied smile on my face. He stroked my legs again and I tried to calm down. He kissed my knees again. One. The other. The stranger stood up, straightened his pants, licked his lips while looking into my eyes, and disappeared into the doorway.

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  • Erotic Story: My Wife And Her Lover

    Erotic Story: My Wife And Her Lover

    It was a very unpleasant day at work. Not only were the orders late, but it turned out that one of the warehouses had been robed, foreign suppliers had changed the contract, a security guard had quit, and someone had damaged the staff microwave.

    The boss flew around on a broom and blamed everyone he met. Unfortunately, when it was my turn, I was making tea and accidentally spilled it. I listened for half an hour as I was about to be fired, went home at 5 pm and ended up in an hour and a half long traffic jam caused by the marathon that day. When I finally got to my apartment, I almost forgot that this time I had to ring the doorbell instead of unlocking them myself. With a deep sigh, I pressed the bell. For a minute no one paid attention until finally I heard footsteps.

    – You’re late, – muttered a disheveled, unshaven guy with a cigarette in his teeth and a ragged robe on his naked body.

    I shrugged apologetically. The young man turned towards the room, shaking cigarette ashes on the carpet. Sighing again, I wiped my feet and, closing the door behind me, went inside. The apartment reeked of cigarette smoke, delicious aroma from the kitchen couldn’t even overshadowe it. The boy, whom I called that because of his youth, and not because of his appearance, which was already quite battered by alcohol, tobacco and sleepless nights, was already sitting in the kitchen.

    – I earned quite a money today, – he braged. – The publishing house sold out the second edition of my book.

    – Congratulations, – I said distractedly, lifting the lid of the pot. – Pasta! Mmm. Today I…

    – I don’t care how you did at work. Just because I’m fucking your wife doesn’t mean I want to listen to your problems.

    For the first time all day, I felt a nice tingling sensation in my stomach. Silenced, I waved my hand towards the stove.

    – I would like to eat.

    – No, – he almost shouted. – The pasta is mine. Just like your wife’s pussy.

    I swallowed my saliva. Clouds of excitement gathered under my chest.

    – Mark? Honey, is the food ready? – My wife’s voice came from the room, and she appeared at the door – in a beautiful pink robe, with make-up and a hairstyle.

    – Yes, – the guy pushed the plate towards her.

    I watched how deftly my wife served him. As agile as ever in these 20 years.

    – More sauce? A fork? Will you eat with a spoon? Maybe I should cut the vegetables so they aren’t so dry?

    I stood there without even taking off my shoes, still stupidly holding the pot lid in my hand, while my beloved wife nursed this 25-year-old boy as if he was the meaning of her life. I felt an erection hit my pants.

    – Enough, enough, sit down and eat with me.

    – I can’t. I’m trying to lose weight.

    – Honey, in the next hour you will lose as many calories as you will eat in this dinner.

    My wonderful, beautiful, sweet wife was giggling like a fourteen-year-old girl. They both ate in silence for a while. I was still standing where I was. Finally, they put down their plates.

    – Well, let’s go! – laughed Mark in a boyish voice.

    – After you, dear, – she answered in the same playful way.

    I followed them into the bedroom, kicking off my shoes and dropping my jacket on the floor. Untying my tie, I closed the door to the room. Love doves devoured each other’s naked bodies with their eyes. The robes laid on the floor. Not wanting to disrupt the intimacy that had begun, I moved quietly towards the armchair.

    – Let me help you, – Mark said. I turned to see him pull the nightstand to the side. Now nothing blocked the view from the armchair to the bed. – So that you can see better, – he smiled.

    I looked at him wondering who had the bigger cock. Mark returned to my wife and began to suck her lips. I loudly swallowed my saliva and struggled to sit down. One kiss was not enough for that big mouth – after grabbing my wife by her hair, he licked her open lips eagerly, as if marking his territory with his tongue. Letting go of my wife’s hair, Mark sat her on the bed and spread her legs.

    – I want you to touch yourself.

    It was so intimate! She never showed it to me, explaining that it was every woman’s little secret.

    She licked two of her fingers and began rubbing her clit with a soft moan.

    – Your pussy look delicious, honey, – remarked Mark.

    So vulgar about my wife’s greatest treasure! I loved giving her oral and feeling her warm, wet curls touch my nose…

    – I want you to fuck me, Mark, – my wife moaned, and two of her fingers dipped between the folds of her vagina.

    – Like a slut? – suggested Mark, lazily running his hand over his dick.

    – Like a slut, – she obediently repeated, panting heavily.

    I felt like I could unbutton my pants, but Mark started masturbating.

    – Tell me what you want me to do for you.

    – I want your thing inside me, – she said. Her hair was tied in a neat ponytail, her cheeks were flushed, her breasts were heaving heavily.

    Mark growled. The head of his cock appeared and disappeared in his palm.

    Finally she couldn’t take it anymore and pushed Mark backwards onto the bed, grabbed his cock herself and sat on it, starting her wild ride. My pants were on fire so I just unbuttoned them and pulled out my thing. I grabbed the lubricant with shaking hands. My wife, riding on what was almost twice my size, screamed uncontrollably. Her buttocks rose and fell against Mark’s thighs. I would have given anything for a front view, but she had turned her back on me because, apparently, I deserved it. The thought turned me on so much that I felt like I was going to cum. But I couldn’t… Not yet.

    Mark gave my wife a possessive slap on the ass and lifted her off. Pushing her onto the bed, he got on his knees and placed his penis between her breasts. Skillfully grabbing them, she massaged Mark’s thing. I watched their bodies move. It was something I will never have – something only her loved ones would have… Seconds before his seed erupted, Mark entered her sweet crotch again and cummed triumphantly. The wife immediately moved to the edge of the bed and crossed her legs. Now it was my turn to act. Barely restraining myself, I rushed to her and began to lustily lick the stranger’s cum from her pussy. That day, probably due to the stress experienced at work, I ejaculated like never before – it seemed that the gates of heaven had opened. I curled up on the edge of the bed. I felt a tonal burden fall from my shoulders. When I opened my eyes, Mark was gone, but she was looking at me as sweetly as ever.

    – I love you, my bear.

    – I love you more, sunshine, – I whispered and hugged her.

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