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Erotic story: He and the Stranger

I pressed tightly my body against his, and then looked at his eyes. They are so dark, I thought and realized that I had never really looked into them. Endless conversations, passionate meetings – I guess there is no time to look into each other’s eyes. This time it’s different. I want to in his…

I pressed tightly my body against his, and then looked at his eyes. They are so dark, I thought and realized that I had never really looked into them. Endless conversations, passionate meetings – I guess there is no time to look into each other’s eyes.

This time it’s different. I want to in his eyes the answers to the questions that are now crowding in my mind. “It’s gonna be allright, believe me,” he says, whispering in my ear and leans towards my neck to kiss me. I close my eyes. You didn’t know that his eyes are dark brown, because your eyes closes immediately when he does this, I think enjoying the touch of our lips, the tip of his tongue, and the thought of how much I want him. I loosen my grip and lower my arms, placing my fingers behind his belt.

His hands slip off my face, over my shoulders, and then return to my neck. “Honey, don’t worry, you’ll love it – it’ll be great,” he whispers between the kisses and then leans over to close my eyes with a thin scarf.

***

We have discussed this dozens of times, I have doubted and asked, agreed and refused, wanted and denied it. And here we are – in his beautiful lake house. The life of the city is 100 miles away, only the songs of birds can be heard here, you can smell jasmine on the terrace, and a light evening mist rises above the lake. The old log house has kept the heat of the day, but I shiver. I’m not cold, it’s an excitement waiting for something you don’t really know, something you’re a little afraid of but still really want to happen.

We are slowly kissing but I can’t completely disconnect from the outside world, I’m awake and tense like a lioness in a hiding place. Lioness? Funny. You are an antelope who is afraid of the hunter – afraid and waiting.

He is turned on, even though he is trying to hide it. I also manage to move away from reality a bit, but then I hear the gravel road in the yard, then the car door slams shut. We both freeze for a moment. I grasp to him even more. He leans a little, kisses me on the lips, and then untangles from my hold, still holding my face in his hands. I feel him watching each of my grimaces, as I try to smile, but only a light sigh comes out from my mouth. The doors open quietly, the steps approach quietly. Due to the vibration of the old floorboards, they are more noticeable than audible. The sound of steps end behind me, and I both want and don’t want to turn around and look at the newcomer. A definite, but at the same time caressing, light hand rests on my back to linger for a moment and then slide down.

I freeze for a moment and want to run away, but my sweetheart, as if reading my thoughts, continues to hold my face in his palms and leans again to give me a gentle, soothing kiss. Lips and tongue respond, we kiss a little desperately and then I feel another hand around me. The Stranger. The Stranger who has just arrived. I do not see him now and never will.

The Stranger slowly lifts my summer skirt, moving his hands to my bare bottom, circling his hands slowly, then place them to my front, where he descovers my already wet crotch. My husband no longer kisses me, but watches my every reaction so intense that I can feel his look. Already the Stranger has pushed aside my black thongs, his fingers gently and firmly touching to find the right points. I try to keep my expression neutral and not show that something is going on down there, but it doesn’t work for a long time. But there is no point to hide my emotions – he sees what the Stranger is doing, so I put aside all pretense to indulge completely. The stranger squats, pulling his hands away from my lap and with a certain movement makes me stand with my feet shoulder-width apart.

Well, just like in the morning exercise – with my arms up, my legs wide. Right where his skilled fingers were, I suddenly feel a hot and equally skilled tongue. I moan, my knees are shaking, but my man grabs me around my waist and keeps me in a vertical position.

“Not yet, you still have to stand on your feet…” He mutters, kisses me quickly, and I am confident that even though my eyes are blindfolded, he watches the pleasure in my face. I want to feel if my husband is as aroused as I am, and I try to move my hands from his back to the front of his jeans. “No… no… not now…” I hear as I move my hands back to his back. When I try to do it again, he whispers, “As you wish,” and now my hands are tied behind my back, pressed together with his close embrace.

He is tall and strong enough to hold me upright, though from time to time I am swaying from the Stranger’s tongue and his fingers. I am gonna… in a moment… oh no… am I really gonne finish… from the cunnilingus and fingering given by another man… my thoughts are confusing and then there are no thoughts, only trembling, panting and a few screams.

***

I wake up from kisses, it is his lips and his tongue. For a moment I forget that the Stranger gave me pleasure and I whisper something about how good it was. He laughs a short laugh, breaks away, and, taking me by the hand, leads me somewhere. My eyes are still blindfolded, so I can’t see the Stranger. I just smell his perfume mixed with the scent of a man’s skin and the air of passion in the room. I dont’t know this place very well, it is only my second time here, so I can’t orient myself where I am being taken. But I trust him, even though I only have a clue what might follow.

We have said the main taboo and the main wishes before, so I taste the time that is dedicated only to me. The time when I don’t have to plan, anticipate, organize. Everything happens smoothly and I just get involved as a enjoyer of moments.

I feel that my skirt and blouse are taken off by his hands, and thrown somewhere, and now I stand only in lingerie and socks. “Don’t be afraid, now I’ll turn you around a few times so you get dizzy,” he says, and I remember some childhood game. I am hugged and laid in bed, I hear the sound of clothes falling to the floor, then I feel the mattress bend under the weight of two more bodies. One flaps my lap and I can’t tell who it is – he or the Stranger? My head is still a little dizzy, it intensifies unusual feelings. The other one settles behind me, carefully taking my head in his lap and holding my legs so that they are lifted in the air and reveal as much of the beauty that is now open to the Stranger.

Yes, my nose immediately smelled my husband as he approached my head to put it on his lap, so I know – down there is the Stranger. I can still rely only on my hearing, touch and smell, my eyes are still blindfolded.

Before, once again, guided by the hand and tongue of the Stranger, I go into space, and I hear my husband’s rapid breath and feel the throbbing of his hard cock. He probably likes what he sees… is the last related thought before I give in to the convulsions he brings.

I wake up when the Stranger’s very bulky cock slips into my still throbbing vagina. How much time has pased? Was I blacked out? I try to understand and remember, but the next wave of pleasure also washes away these few thoughts. The Stranger’s movements become very rapid, he sighs, a few more thrusts, and then I freeze. Slowly he breaks away and I hear footsteps moving away. My feet are laid on the bed, my husband and I are both panting, but I can hear his fast heartbeat.

***

Where am I… I probably fell asleep… are they both still here? Trying to gather my thoughts and return to reality when my man takes off my blindfold. It is darker behind the window, it is spring evening, sounds from the outside world come back to me.

The Stranger is away. As if he had never been here. I lay on my side and watch as the dark water of the lake flashes behind the window. My husband snuggles me from behind, the hand slides caressing my hips, but the teeth easily bite the earlobe.

For a moment his hand caresses me purely automatically, then he bends over and kisses my shoulder. The lips slip from the shoulder to the arm… to the hip… to the stomach… to the chest and then travels lower. “Did your pussy liked it?” is a rhetorical question to which he himself answers between kisses “Yes, she liked it – I saw how she liked it.”

Suddenly I want to be in control of the situation. I turn quickly, now my head is directly at his beautiful, mighty cock. I bend over and kiss it gently, warm it a little with my tongue, then wrap my lips tightly around it and slip it deep into my mouth. He moans and grabs me by the hair, his tenderness is gone. He finishes quickly and wildly.

***

After a long and lazy pause he says “Well, naughty, let’s get up!” He slaps me on the bottom. I stretch like a cat after a long day and go outside to watch the lake from the terrace. Leaning over the edge, I realise how great it is to feel so beautiful, sensual and alive.

Steps are approaching over the room, and I would never confuse this hug with enything else. I want to turn to kiss him, but he presses his lips to my neck and doesn’t let me move. The kisses become more and more passionate, a his hand finds its way to my lap. He spreads my legs with his knee, pushes me over the railings of the terrace and quickly enters me.

The unusual place and our bodies, which are in some kind a state of pleasure all the time, do their part – we finish quickly, loudly and at the same time. It’s good that there are no neighbors nearby. “And now lets cool down in the lake! Until we have not rubbed our things raw” he laughs and all I have to do is follow.

The water is not very warm yet, rather cool, but we swim for a few minutes and then run home. He has managed to light a sauna and now we are warming up there, then a shower, wine and a light dinner.

We return to bed after midnight. I wrap into his arms and ask him what I didn’t have the courage to ask earlier: “Why did you want the Stranger to come? Why did you watch? Why did you help him? ” He laughs briefly and says, “I wanted you to have a lot of fun. Like A LOT. So you finally would say that you have enough. And I didn’t want you to do it without me. To make shure thet no one is hurting you.” I cuddle his shoulder. “By the way, my friend really likes you.”

I thoughtfully slip my hand back and forth around his belly. Of course, after a while, my hand has slipped even lower – I feel responsive and bend over to give a kiss to his cock who has started to get hard again. “Wait, we still have all night,” he says gently and pulls me closer.

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