Almost Perfect Couple — 4
Chapter 4.
The Banquet Continues.
Morning came later than usual: yesterday's adventure required recovery.
I, without opening my eyes, basked in the rays of sun falling from the slightly open window, listening to the wind and echoes of the sea, inhaling a subtle scent with hints of resinous pine.
Life had succeeded, and was about to get even better!
Masha doesn't like early rises, but she left the marital bed and was conjuring up breakfast downstairs, in a small kitchenette, hastily put together like everything else in our place, except for the well-thought-out debauchery.
Continuing to languish in sweet bliss, I happily went over yesterday's events in my memory:
a bright evening and the brightest night. I passionately desired today's continuation, which was conceived, planned, discussed; all that remained was to refine the details: the boundaries of what was permissible, so that the wonderful plans wouldn't turn into sad memories.An unshakable rule: whoever has more reasons for jealousy can say "no" at any moment, and afterwards we discuss what went wrong. And we don't meet with a partner more than three times if they're not a regular. The first – for intimate acquaintance, to smooth out the rough edges, overcome the barrier that goes unnoticed but is present, to get sexually acquainted with the lover or mistress… The second – the main course of the depraved party, when we invest the maximum, taking just as much, absorbing emotions, sensations, packing them into memories that will warm us with an aftertaste. And finally, the third time – a farewell date: tenderness, slight sadness that all good things come to an end, to clear the way for the excellent.
This suits us: we give strangers a chance to touch our secrets and sensual pleasures, using them in return (to speak cynically, and we are cynical adults) as living toys, which can be discarded after use. And jealousy, if it occurs, fades away: you wouldn't be jealous of your wife for a vibrator or your husband for an artificial vulva, would you? Come on, really!
Whether you want to or not, you have to get up. Masha will soon finish the rare act – kitchen bustle – and call for breakfast. And I want to eat clean and refreshed. While I washed, not letting go of the memories mixed with fantasies about the future, so much so that they became an inseparable tangle, my wife returned to the bedroom.
— Darling, it's time… Oh, you're awake! … Come on, I'm waiting for you downstairs!
We, carelessly chatting and exchanging ambiguous jokes about yesterday, being in impatient anticipation of the evening, had breakfast, neglecting the requirements of a healthy lifestyle which we adhered to, but not on vacation… We went to the sea, where, being in the gentle embrace of the sea and the warm touches of the sun, we enjoyed the world around and within us. We started conversations about pressing matters existing outside the invented little world, and casually discussed the features of the upcoming evening.
— My husband promised me a double… by the way, — Masha purred, stretching in the sun.
— Really? — I pretended to be surprised, feigning genuine horror on my face. — You're lucky with your husband.
— You have no idea how much…
— And where would you like to have it?
— I like the seashore, — she smiled mysteriously. — I want the whole coast to hear my screams.
— What if they come running to watch?
— Peeking, in principle, is allowed, but… not participating… A trio suits me. I might not be able to handle more, and I have no desire to test it.
— Then scream quieter…
— With you, quieter doesn't work… Only louder, — my wife paid a compliment.
Time in restrained calm and sweet anticipation reached the evening, and Masha began to get ready, touching up her pretty little face, although I was against it – natural beauty appeals to me more, especially since my wife is a striking lady whom many have tried, and now envy me as the holder of the prize. And even more – they want to, but can't.
— How do I look? — asked my beloved, twirling in front of me. I was losing patience, although time wasn't pressing us, but I couldn't help but admire Masha.
She wasn't wearing anything special. A resort outfit, but… on a beautiful woman even a sack will look impressive, as Marilyn Monroe proved.
A white tank top with thin straps, so that her breasts show through, the top is visible in the décolletage, and her nipples protrude provocatively… Shorts, tightly hugging her rear and emphasizing its shape… That's basically it… Not counting the panties, which might have been there, or maybe…
— M-m-m… Bold… Provocative… Fucking awesome, in a word…
— Then we can go!
I dragged a bag with wine and snacks to the car, Masha – a couple of blankets, on which we planned to indulge in the frenzy of forbidden love, and to cover ourselves from the night chill when everything was over, and our heated bodies would cool down from the night sea breeze.
The sun had fallen below the horizon, but twilight hadn't closed its eyes, and the sky was graying in the east. An excellent time for a prelude: uncorked wine, and ambiguous, but not vulgar, conversations.
The engine started with a ringing sound, egging us on, and we drove off… into adventure.
— Will you give the guy your pussy or your ass? — I belatedly discussed what I should have asked earlier.
— As my husband decides, — Masha answered, looking at me playfully.
— Some hole should belong exclusively to me.
— Undoubtedly, darling… If you've decided to share me today, then I want to leave something exclusively for you.
— Your choice.
— Let the ass be yours… It's the most virginal of my holes…
— Good choice, slut…
The Lover was waiting for us like manna from heaven. I wouldn't be surprised if this is the brightest adventure of his life. And he spent the day on edge, not like us – in anticipation… We pretended not to notice his anxiety… We're interested in our pleasure, and his – only insofar as it concerns ours!
— Where shall we go? — asked the Lover. We hadn't specified the program or the venue. – We can go to my room…
I looked questioningly at Masha: what if she changed her mind and switched locations? My wife shook her head.
— We have a blanket and a bottle of wine. To the sea?
Ordinary conversation ensued, the kind everyone has plenty of. We drank, ate, talked about things we weren't really thinking about, while thinking about what each of us individually and all together desired. The sky was graying, the celestial charioteer was scattering stars, in places gathering them into clusters, and they shone over the Sea of Azov with the radiance of distant worlds.
The newly-minted and accidental Lover didn't pester Masha, but was courteous, showing signs of attention, afraid to cross the line before someone gave permission…
Masha "accidentally" ended up between us… I, sitting behind her, massaged her shoulders, stroked her face and hair. Taking my fingers off her delicate skin, I touched her with my lips, and my beloved shuddered, purring softly with pleasure.
My hand went into her loose hair, grabbing it and pulling… Light domination doesn't interfere with debauchery… The Lover, not daring to touch Masha, sat nearby, admiring the prelude. My wife, placing her palm on his hand, gently stroking it, invited him to join.
The excited, protruding nipples of my beloved, visible under the tight top, ended up in my fingers, pinched through the fabric, eliciting a moan. A light slap made Masha quiet down.
— Behave quietly… Don't disturb people… We don't need extras… — I commanded, slipping into the role of master.
My wife fell silent, but, so as not to hold back from excitement, reflexively moved her hips, wanting to feel touches between them. The Lover took this as a sign, and his palm landed on Masha between her legs, which she obligingly spread. Fingers stroked her mound, and my beloved moved in response, feeling that excitement would wash over her with the first orgasm, of which she planned to receive a great many today.
The orgasm made Masha shudder, she squeezed her legs, squeezing the Lover's hand, and trembled as if electrocuted. I stopped caressing her, held her by the shoulders so she wouldn't fall…
Catching her breath, Masha looked at us with a hazy gaze, as if asking if we were ready to continue, and without waiting for an answer, placed her palm on the Lover's crotch, feeling the hardened cock under her hand, which she planned to possess.
Twisting into contortions and acrobatic études, not stopping stroking each other, we collapsed onto the blanket, my wife, as planned – between us, on her side, so she could rub her ass against the Lover's crotch, and I could stroke her magnificent, slightly concealed by fabric, breasts.
Masha reached her hand behind her back, grabbing the Lover's buttocks and pressing him so she could feel his shaft tighter against her ass.
I kissed my wife, stroking her legs, while the Lover's lips slid over her neck and bare shoulders – the thin straps of the top had slipped down.
— Do you have condoms? — I asked Masha, belatedly remembering that protection was God's command. And this created a symbolic inviolability of my wife from full contact. — Or will you give it raw?
— I took some just in case, — Masha whispered, breaking away from the kiss.
Groaning with satisfaction, I grabbed my wife by the hips and sharply turned her onto her back.
The Lover and I leaned over Masha in turn, kissing… Hands slid over her body: neck, breasts, stomach, touched her pubis. My beloved, after the orgasm pretending to be a decent girl, kept her legs together, not letting greedy fingers near her mound, and lay with closed eyes, enjoying it. She lost track of time and didn't know whose hands were where… When I persistently shoved my palm between her legs, squeezing there, Masha trembled and arched from an orgasm…
— Don't be shy, darling… Spread your legs…
My beloved hesitated, as if doubting how good the idea was, and fearing jealousy that might flare up… Finally, my hand landed between her spread legs, and I began to massage her through her shorts and panties, while Masha moved in rhythm with the movements. My wife reached for her pocket, pulling out a rubber… The Lover leaned over her, and they kissed without a break.
I, feeling a slight pang – this doesn't happen every day, and I'm watching – squeezed her labia through her clothes, expecting to hear her moan. But Masha was kissing selflessly, trying not to react to the slight pain… and awakening greater jealousy in me, which fought with admiration for my wife…
Masha, feeling me, pushed the Lover away… I kissed my beloved, biting her lips and caressing her breasts, while the guy started massaging her mound.
— Are you ready to get fucked, or will you make us caress you with your tender mouth?
— I can caress, — my wife answered breathlessly.
The Lover, wanting to end the prelude, unzipped Masha's shorts. My beloved, lifting her rear from the blanket, helped free her from the clothing. Black panties, modest, which is rare for Masha – covering her butt – remained the only protection, because I, inspired by the Lover's actions, pulled up my wife's top, exposing her heavy, beautiful breasts.
The panties followed the fate of the shorts… Masha was naked, and with the clothes, the last grains of doubt and modesty disappeared: she invitingly spread her legs, and the Lover's fingers penetrated shallowly into her wet vagina.
— I want to take you in my mouth… — Masha moaned, and I barely restrained myself from agreeing.
— It's still early…
The Lover impatiently undressed and managed to take off his shirt, wanting to enter Masha, but I stopped him with an imperious gesture. And, commanding the performance, in which my wife and I are both directors, producers, and main characters, I put my beloved on all fours.
I stroked my wife's ass, she arched her back with pleasure… I pulled my beloved towards me, as if penetrating. She, scattered by the caresses (her ass is her erogenous zone), trembled, experiencing a pre-orgasmic state, and I, to bring her to it, strongly squeezed her labia… Masha cried out and froze, feeling warmth spreading in her lower abdomen…
As soon as my wife caught her breath, I tilted her head towards the Lover with a commanding movement. Masha understood the hint and continued what the guy hadn't had time to do: unzipped his fly and took out his cock.
I also unzipped my fly… I began to move my cock between Masha's legs, feeling the abundant moisture, making her shudder from the touches. I took my wife by the hips and pressed tightly, my cock ended up pressed against her pussy. I slowly moved my hips, the head rubbed against the hole, reaching towards her ass, and my balls touched her clit, and Masha shuddered until she came, not having recovered from the previous orgasm.
While my beloved, breathing loudly, thrashed between us, squeezing the Lover's cock with her hand, and feeling mine between her legs, I grabbed her by the breasts and squeezed hard, wanting to prolong the orgasm…
Waiting for Masha to come to her senses, I slapped her ass painfully, letting her know that her orgasm didn't mean the end of the performance, in which she was the star.
— Will you be an obedient slut?
— Ye-es…
— Repeat it, bitch!
— I will be an obedient slut!
I again directed Masha's head… To occupy her mouth… And pressed my cock against the hole, barely penetrating. Time to move to action!
My wife enveloped the Lover's head with her lips, feeling it pulsate from tender touches, and tearing apart with desire. She pushed back onto me, wanting to impale herself on the shaft. The wet hole was teasing, I, unable to restrain myself, entered her mound, and from the penetration my Beloved's vagina began to contract convulsively, shuddering from a new bright orgasm, which she had learned to experience only with me.
She froze again and came to her senses when I started to slowly, but without stopping, fuck her, so she wouldn't jerk too much from my penetrations and could pay attention to the Lover.
Masha, closing her eyes with pleasure, sucked, sometimes swallowing the cock…
I found my wife's hand, squeezing a condom, letting her know the time had come… My beloved deeply took the cock into her mouth, trying to reach his pubis with her lips… Deep blowjobs Masha knows how to do and loves, if she's not lazy. For a few seconds, holding her breath, she held it in her mouth, licking the base of the cock with a nimble tongue…
Continuing to gently penetrate my beloved, preparing her for the lover's cock, I saw Masha take out the rubber. She skillfully put the condom on the Lover and began to caress his cock with her fingers, moaning from my thrusts.
A ringing slap on the ass interrupted the action, giving