Crazy threesome sex
My boyfriend's name is Dima, he's 32, athletic build, sea-green eyes, and he's great in every way, especially in bed. We were sitting at his place, drinking tea with marshmallows. Then his friend Sergey arrived, 28 years old, a tall, dark-haired guy with blue eyes.
"Seryoga, you're as always at the wrong time, I'm with Lina, why didn't you call?" asked Dima.
"I won't be long, just brought some documents," he said.
They talked about their business, then Seryozha was about to leave, which I really didn't want. He's the life of the party, so easy and fun to be with, and a handsome man with a dazzling white smile.
"Stay, you won't bother us," I asked.
We drank a bottle of wine, then the boys went out to the balcony to smoke, and I got lost in my thoughts mixed with erotic fantasies. I was crazy about Seryozha, I wanted him from the first day we met.
"Let's play cards, poker, strip poker," suggested Dima.
We sat on the floor, I lost first and took off my top, left in just my bra. I saw the intense, burning look Sergey gave me, which spurred me on even more. He was next and took off his shirt, revealing a broad chest, such tanned and defined shoulders.
"Let's make it so that whoever loses not only takes off clothes but also fulfills the others' wishes. We write them on paper before the game and draw one," I said.
Dima was also shirtless by now, I was in just lace panties and a bra, letting everyone admire my beautiful legs, my long hair cascading over my shoulders. As the loser, I got Sergey's wish—a kiss on the lips. I sat on his lap, ran my hands over his shoulders, showed all my skill in French kissing, lightly touching the tip of my tongue to his upper lip. Such a unique, enticing taste, I started kissing his neck with wet lips. Dima watched this, there was no judgment or jealousy in his eyes, rather interest. When our eyes met, he said:
"Continue, I want to watch this."
Sergey clearly got flustered by such a request. I pushed him onto the bed and sat on top, pulled down his pants, kissing his chest, stomach, took his hand and slipped it into my panties. His tender, skillful hands caressed me all over, squeezing my buttocks, Sergey ran wet fingers over my nipples, lightly teasing them.
"Lick her," Dima requested.
We take turns going to the bathroom, then someone called Seryozha on his mobile and he left.
Dima comes out of the bathroom, so fragrant, with damp skin, I wrap my arms around him, run the tip of my nose along his neck, inhaling the fresh scent:
"Darling, as the loser, I haven't fulfilled your wish. What do you want?"
"Show me how you satisfy yourself."
I lie on the bed, slowly arch my back, suck my middle finger, caress my nipples with it, they harden, rising up. My hand strokes my stomach, thighs, then rests on my clitoris, two fingers start quickly fluttering over my swollen lips, I close my eyes, whimper, surrendering to the obsession. I take out a dildo and insert it into myself, rhythmic thrusts make me moan louder and louder, I see Dima's aroused gaze, his risen flesh.
"Dimochka, come and finish it yourself," I pleaded.
"No, continue, this is a one-actor theater, and I'm just a spectator."
Let him watch and enjoy, I move closer to him, turning onto my stomach, my hair in a solid stream covering my back and feeling so pleasant against the delicate skin. I take the dildo out of my vagina and insert it into my anus, right in front of Dima's eyes. I feel his intense gaze all over my skin, provocatively stick out my butt, making shallow, slow—sensual movements. I see Dima's hand start sliding along his cock, so leisurely, to sync with me and finish together. And he said it was a one-actor theater!!! Turns out, spectators can show actors a performance no worse! Dima approaches, leaning over me, comes on my butt, from which the dildo is sticking out. I take it out, feeling tired and empty with a mix of pulsating pain.
"Actually, I asked Seryozha to write the wish about kissing you. I saw how you constantly look at each other with lust. He roughly knew how things would develop, I thought you wouldn't agree," said Dima.
"Didn't that make you jealous at all?"
"I'm better in bed with you, you know me, feel and understand me without words, we're like one whole."
"And with him?"
"He's just a handsome guy and nothing more, only with you do I engage in not just physical but spiritual sex 24 hours a day."
Even if we're just sitting, talking, not touching each other, the air between us is so electrified that I burn without fire... I don't consider threesome sex abnormal, it all depends on how we personally view and perceive it, not what society dictates to us. We tested our feelings, I realized one thing, that I love you deeply...
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