The three did not appear by chance — 1
We have been together for a long time, we have managed a lot, and we have been able to do even more. And everything is wonderful, everything is great, however, for a long time now, a cherished dream has not left us, and it is mutually desired. We really want to diversify our sex by inviting another man. This thought, initially so heretical, crept like a snake into my consciousness, taking root there more and more, becoming more persistent and demanding, but I did not know your reaction to this matter... And now, finally, unable to withstand the pressure of secret desires and passionate visions, I decided to share the intimate idea with you. At the moment of the strongest excitement, driving my cock deep inside, embracing you and pressing against your back, I suddenly
whispered hotly into your ear, pointing at our faithful assistant, the wonderful realistic vibrator:— Sunshine, take it... I didn't even have time to think of what exactly you should do with it, as it ended up in your mouth. Peeking over your shoulder, I saw your closed eyes, painted lips tightly wrapped around this "stranger's cock." You moved it in your mouth, clearly enjoying it, while my cock diligently drilled your vagina. And although your eyes were not visible, your face bore the stamp of complete satisfaction and pleasure from such a turn. I began to gently kiss your ear and suddenly asked directly:
— Do you want it for real? And without the slightest embarrassment, you answered directly:
— Yes! I reeeally want it!
So suddenly, the curtain of uncertainty and caution fell. It turned out that we both WANT THIS! Moreover, your dreams were in no way inferior in audacity to mine. I have always been amazed by your openness and sexuality, and now you have grown in my eyes to the gigantic size of a thermonuclear sex bomb. More and more often, we fantasized while having sex, or simply lying in each other's arms. Our pictures became bolder, our desires became clearer.
Finally, we firmly matured to find another partner. After browsing numerous sites, we came to the conclusion that this is not as simple a matter as it seems at first glance. After sorting through a bunch of applicants, we selected several more or less worthy candidates. We exchanged phone numbers and arranged a meeting with one of them. Max, a tall, slender man in his forties... At least that's how he looked in the photo.
On the agreed day, a call came from Max; he was waiting at the bus stop. You went alone to meet our guest. We had agreed beforehand that if something suddenly didn't suit you, you would tell him directly and quickly return home. But time passed, for me even now it crawled like a turtle... Suddenly the phone came to life again, and you cheerfully announced:
— WE are coming!
My heart began to pound loudly in a frantic rhythm, ready to jump out of my chest. And although I had wanted exactly this for a very long time, for a moment I suddenly doubted... just for a moment, and then a carousel of depraved pictures spun in my head again, where our intertwined bodies were clearly drawn in incredible positions.
In this state, I sat in the kitchen, impatiently fidgeting in anticipation of you. A struggle was going on inside me; one half of me terribly desired what was to come, and the second hesitantly doubted: "But is it necessary? Maybe it's not too late to cancel everything and live the old life, those dreams?" While I was pondering, the doorbell rang, and I went to open it...
On the threshold stood a smiling You, as always elegant and beautiful, dressed flashily and provocatively. From behind peeked a rather handsome man, hesitantly staring blankly. As a hospitable host, I swung the door wide open, inviting him into the room.
We quickly introduced ourselves to Max on the go, sat down at the table to toast our acquaintance. There was a palpable tension that could clearly be felt in the atmosphere. You nervously sipped your favorite champagne from a large glass, Max took sips of cognac. It was easier for you to relax this way, with the help of alcohol. I, long since not drinking alcohol, sipped orange juice. Sitting opposite each other, we chatted, trying to learn a little about each other, but the heaviness still didn't let go. We had imagined this meeting many times, clearly thinking through every detail. But now, when it had arrived, everything for some reason hung in the air, and it was scary to cross this line, to take the last step towards our desires. Even alcohol didn't help!
Three adults had gathered together for a specific purpose, having discussed everything beforehand. All three knew about the desires of the person sitting next to them at the table, but nevertheless, tension gripped us.
Deciding to somehow help our guest and push events along, I urgently got ready to walk the dog:
— Okay, guys, I'll leave you for half an hour. Look, don't get bored without me here, — and I smiled, giving you an encouraging look. You understood everything, gratefully caressing me with your slightly hazy gaze from your beautiful, sweet eyes.
— Not for long, we're waiting!
I muttered something unintelligible in response, like, yeah, you're waiting there... And I went across the field, quickening my pace. I already wanted to get back home to you there faster. After making a circle, I went back, not taking my eyes off our window. Your head and shoulders were still visible, but now they were swaying rhythmically. These movements could only mean one thing in this situation — Max had entered you from behind and was decisively pounding you. Passing under the windows, I looked up again, saw your wide-open eyes and a mouth twisted with passion, with your lower lip bitten to keep from screaming for the whole street to hear. Slowing my pace a little, I admired you, your face, and quickly hurried towards depravity and pleasure.
Opening the door with my key, I let the dog in, then entered myself. From behind the closed living room door, muffled moans and sobs could be heard. Through the frosted glass door, some movements were discernible... Burning with impatience, I locked the dog in the bedroom and slightly opened the door to you. Now Max, with his eyes closed, stood with his back to the window completely naked, and you were on your knees in front of him, passionately swallowing his impressive-sized cock, with one hand fondling his substantial, hanging scrotum. Remaining unnoticed, I went to the bathroom, took off my clothes, and stood under the warm shower. Soaping myself with fragrant gel, I greedily rubbed my bursting, rock-hard cock. Quickly drying off, I came out naked into the hallway and stepped back to you...
In a few minutes, the picture had changed once again... You were on your knees, doggy-style, facing the door, and our guest was again positioned behind you and was furiously pumping you. This is your favorite position! I saw your eyes; they burned with such a wild fire of lust that it even became a little scary. Your blonde hair, neatly styled just minutes ago into a beautiful hairdo, was now disheveled and tousled. Your massive breasts swung wildly from side to side from the sharp body movements. How arousing such a picture is! How long I had wanted exactly this! In front of me was YOU, but a completely different one, passionate, depraved, a real SLUT, with wild excitement giving herself to a complete stranger right before my eyes... But I myself wanted this so much! Max was also having a fabulous time; he rolled his eyes to the ceiling in ecstasy and, firmly gripping your hips, continued to sharply drive his cock into you to its full length, paying no attention to me at all. After admiring you for a minute, I took a step towards my former fantasies, stood in front of you, and you, gracefully arching your back like a cat, caught my erect cock with your lips and sucked it into your mouth. Max slowed the pace a little, and you fell into the rhythm he set, began to bob your head on me in time with the movements of the partner behind.
After coming violently, we all fell in a heap right there on the floor, trying to catch our breath and put our thoughts in some order. But a kaleidoscope of what had happened was jumping in my head, so I gave up on that and trudged to the bathroom, followed by YOU, and then our guest.
While he was washing in the shower, we tried to share our impressions of the first new intimacy:
— Super!!! Sitting on my lap, you pressed your bare breasts against me, which I began to kiss. Right in front of me, your grateful eyes burned with the flame of love, scorching me with this new, slutty, so beautiful and arousing gaze. And from this gaze, from the expression on your face, I understood that the beginning was a success, and there was a lot of interesting and exciting things ahead. Kissing me on the lips, you got up and went to change into a new outfit.
Max, who came out of the bathroom, sat down next to us at the table and poured a noble drink into a shot glass. I couldn't resist asking:
And then YOU appeared in the open doorway! Now in snow-white lingerie. You were wearing a lace corset, its bodice so effectively propping up your breasts. Your nipples stuck out invitingly like little stumps, just begging to be caressed. On your legs were now white lace stockings with an intricate pattern on the wide elastic. Of course, there was no talk of any panties. The white color of the lingerie pleasantly set off the dark small triangle of your intimate trim on your pubis. And below, your pussy lips, swollen from excitement and desire, so dear and familiar, slightly parted now and ready to accept new caresses. Seeing the somewhat unexpected picture of our intertwined bodies, you clearly admired it. Sparks splashed from your eyes, and your hands reached down on their own and began to massage your already swollen bud. And we continued our caresses... And then you took the reins of the scriptwriter into your own hands. Approaching us, you lifted Max by the shoulders and sat him over my face so I could continue my business. And you yourself sat down over my already smoking-from-excitement cock, with one hand guided its head to the entrance of your vagina, made a few rotational movements with your pelvis, and sharply sat down on my cock. Then you moved your legs, kneeling, and leaned forward towards Max's invitingly beckoning cock. No, you weren't bouncing on me, but simply made rotational movements with your torso, pressing closer and closer to my pubis. Max moved slightly away from my face, and I saw how you greedily swallowed his cock and began to rhythmically move your head in time with the movements of your ass. Deciding to help you, Max began to push forward, driving the shaft deeper. Admiring this magnificent picture, I continued to massage his anus with my hands, penetrating there with my fingers, and I placed my tongue under his swinging balls...
Coming to my senses a little after such a flash of satisfaction, I felt that my cock had much more room. It simply went limp, having given you so much strength. And Max had come out of you and now stood with his equally exhausted, wet, and hanging cock, gazing enchanted at us. We all blissfully smiled, very pleased with ourselves and each other.
After taking a shower, we decided to take a break, just chat on abstract topics, but it didn't work out very well because all thoughts again and again returned to sex. Sitting at the table, we began to tell about our past adventures, the brightest and most memorable ones. Of course, the theme of group sex clearly prevailed here.
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