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I've known Marta for at least 10 years, since her 20. I've always liked her, sensual, fresh, elegant in her own way. Very curious. But traditionalist, I thought.
A few years ago she found her soul mate in a very dear friend, who knows little or nothing about my life. Let's say that from then on my flirting with her has rarefied, for obvious reasons, until a few evenings ago.
You know those nice dinners with friends? Where the wine flows and you get to the confidences. At a certain point I started to tell about my parallel life, between couples, bdsm, electric games. Marta looked at me with grainy eyes, more and more intrigued. She was asking questions, it was the first time she expressed such a strong curiosity about my world, I didn't think so.
I told her about a very intense experience, with a couple expert in ligatures and games, control and denial of orgasm, triangles, squares, pentagons.
And now Marta is here with me, for a refreshment drink that seemed trivial, with a strangely short dress for her, an elegant heel, black nail polish that contrasts with light skin, perfectly smooth blonde hair, blue eyes and a wide open pupil.
She asked me to write to the couple, for tonight. He says he wants to see a tying session, just to see. She says my friend agrees, that he doesn't care and would be embarrassed, and that numerous parties are not for her.
I'm intrigued and kidnapped, vaguely excited. I write to the couple friend: he answers immediately, watering his mouth for an initiation.
We're off. In the car we listen to music, a common passion of ours. We talk about work, about friends, as if we were going to yet another concert. But we are.
Instead we arrive at the couple's country house. He, very elegant in a black suit, opens the door, we don't talk. He's Carlo, she's Gaia.
The living room is lit by candles and Gaia's naked skin, kneeling, with her ankles under that perfect ass, her breasts firm on those two already hard nipples, her eyes very dark, bright, that light up a half smile. The sofa is ready for me and Marta, the wine, fresh from the thin bubble is already in the crystal goblets. Carlo welcomes us and gives us a sign to sit down, privileged spectators of a unique show.
Carlo begins to tie it, slow, elegant, precise. Handmade ropes that wrap around the skin that now becomes canvas under expert hands. The flesh bends, wraps, under the breasts, on the hips, the fabric wraps Gaia before starting the suspension.
Marta says to my ear: - It's art, I really understand.
But her voice shakes a little. She's agitated, I can hear it. But it's not a bad nervousness, on the contrary, she already exudes a rare warmth.
Gaia is now completely suspended. She's got her nipples, her ass and her smooth, perfect pussy completely exposed to our gaze. Carlo's whip hits her ass hard, and she starts to count. Every thrill of Gaia's reflects on Marta, I feel it, and at five her hand shakes my knee. I knew the moment would become dangerous.
On the tenth blow Gaia's pussy is visibly dripping with moods. Carlo gives her an expert lick, tearing out her moans. Then he takes the Magic Wand, the clit vibrator of my profile image.
The torture begins.
He plays with the rhythm on the swollen and wet clitoris of the beautiful Gaia, bound and at the mercy of her partner's sadism.
And I can smell Marta changing. I often notice the exact moment when a woman at my side gets deeply excited. It's the smell. The smell of moods, the desire, the heat. My cock swells in my pants, between Marta's birthmark and Gaia's screams. Because yes, the control of the orgasm and the great desire to enjoy it are literally making her scream.
Marta looks at me now and looks at Carlo and Gaia. Then she looks back at me.
She leans over, she approaches me, she whispers: - What she's about to enter, never happened.
And as she finishes the sentence I feel her hand firmly grasping my cock wrapped around my pants: - You want it too, don't you?
I graze her knee, her inner thigh, I don't want to talk to her. She closes her eyes while her fingers spot my swollen chapel, still constrained by the fabrics.
It's hot. I go up with my fingers, convinced I find my panties. And instead, again, she surprises me. I touch her bare, hot lips, her clitoris already uncovered and wet. My fingertip runs through her completely; bewitched by her whispered moans and by Gaia's ever redder skin dying under Carlo's expert hands and warm games, I almost don't notice that Marta has opened my pants and released a very hard bird.
She starts masturbating me with an exasperating slowness, while Carlo gives Gaia a breather: they look at us, smile, happy to have provoked our cravings. Marta winks at them, shows her tongue, in a funny gesture, as a child, almost. But then that tongue slips at the base of my flaming glans. She looks me in the eye, cock on mouth: - How many years have you wanted a blowjob from me?
And as he smiles, he makes his dick disappear completely into my mouth.
What have I missed all these years. She's gorgeous, and now she gets on all fours, in front of me, sitting on the couch, busy giving me a unique pleasure. Hands, tongue, lips, mouth, everywhere. On the chapel, on the pole, on the asshole, on the taint. Very slow.
And she has a high skirt, showing ass and pussy to the couple. Carlo looks at me, like he's asking my permission. I look at Marta, beautiful with my dick down her throat. Her eyes tell me yes, I nod to him, while I enjoy that magnificent mouth.
He bends down to lick her, and from his moans I can tell I'm good, but I didn't doubt it: my friends are special.
And the real torture for Gaia is now: forced to watch a trio tied and suspended, dripping with cravings and moods: - you're beautiful and assholes - he says, trying to swing so that the rope that wraps her can touch her swollen pussy.
Marta burns and takes my dick in her hand, puts it on her face: - Did you think I was so slutty? It's the first time, you know?
- It didn't look like it - I can tell her, as I go down to kiss her, I can taste my cock on her fresh mouth.
I take her hand, I want to kiss her in front of Gaia's pussy. We lick her together, kissing, and it's a beautiful moment. Because Gaia suddenly enjoys it, she splashes her mouths as we kiss and we lick her tied up, my fingers sliding inside Marta and her hand torturing my cock in a beautiful saw. Carlo's cock approaches, and Marta starts to lick and wet it: she is good and beautiful, lost between genitals and pleasure. Carlo slides inside Gaia in front of our mouths, and I lie down: Marta comes on top of me, starts to slide it in, very slow, taking it with her wet hand.
She has a celestial pussy, tight, she wraps me and contracts while she gives rhythm to her moans, she governs her desire: - You have two beautiful cocks - she says while she accelerates and with her mouth she licks Carlo's cock, while she enters and exits Gaia's soaked pussy.
We play again and again and again. I'll take my friend, strong now. I take her to the couch, I spread her legs in front of me and start fucking her hard. Si si si si sisi si scream, now, we spent years wanting each other without telling us, probably, years that now melt between dicks and pussy and moods and cravings and fierce heat. And her first orgasm makes her tremble with my dick deep inside her.
As I turn her around to fuck her doggy-style and spank her, I see that Carlo has untied Gaia: - Have you forgotten me? - She smiles and puts her pussy in Marta's face to get licked. She's standing, Marta on all fours licking her wet pussy greedy, and I decide to take a risk. I put my glans on my ass, my tight, wet asshole. I push the chapel, it welcomes me. The asshole, deeply, and the second orgasm is transmitted from her ass to her pussy to Gaia. Gaia enjoys it with her, while Carlo decides to imitate me and ferociously fuck his woman.
We go on and on, and the desire to enjoy increases more and more.
- Now let's play a game for Marta - says Gaia, cheeky as few women know how to be.
She makes us lie down, me and Carlo, finally in a bed. One on one side and one on the other, with our male asses touching. I see what she wants to do. He brings our cocks together and jerks us off, as if he were one. I'm not bi, contact with the other dick leaves me indifferent. But the situation excites me terribly. - Come on, Marta - he says. And my little angelic friend, she takes our cocks in her mouth, together, while Gaia keeps sawing us with two hands holding them together.
The situation is so exciting that I know I can't hold on much longer. But so does Gaia, slowing down. Our cocks are so hard and soaking wet, Gaia is sweet to move Marta, whose pussy is now on my face and I drink it with rare taste. And Gaia welcomes us, together, in her pussy, she rides us, full as she has rarely been, and she enjoys it, God if she enjoys it, I can hear her dripping, wetting the bed, our hard cocks, male asses.
- Now it's my turn - and Marta dances on us, an erotic dance like few others, that brings the pussy closer and closer to the contact with our chapels that are waiting for nothing else. She struggles to get them in, wets her hand with her tongue, looking at me, slutty, horny. So excited that we slowly slip inside her and let a transformed woman, now a fully female, mount us.
The new orgasm overwhelms her, moans, shakes, pants, while out of the corner of my eye I see Gaia masturbating and enjoying the show.
Let's move, Carlo and I: - Where do you think you're going? - the women say, laughing. And they're 69 on us, Gaia on Carlo and Marta on me. They hold our cocks and contact get licked and saw us, they suck lick and kiss on our harder and harder cocks. They play with our moans more and more intense, and ask us to guide them a bit, with the rhythm, and to stop them if one of us is going to enjoy before the other.
We're their toys now. They want us to cum together. And so it happens, between their mouths their hands their tongues, we cum intensely, enjoying like very few other times. My hot cum mixes with Carlo's in the mouths of our women. They get up, stand at the foot of the bed, and conclude their show by kissing each other and exchanging our cum, which they finish drinking.
After some wine, clothes, brilliant conversations, we go home.
Honestly, I don't know if it will happen again. But as I write these words, I have a hard cock and the urge to fuck her again. And again. And again. Even with her boyfriend, my best friend, who still probably doesn't know what kind of woman he's dealing with.
A few years ago she found her soul mate in a very dear friend, who knows little or nothing about my life. Let's say that from then on my flirting with her has rarefied, for obvious reasons, until a few evenings ago.
You know those nice dinners with friends? Where the wine flows and you get to the confidences. At a certain point I started to tell about my parallel life, between couples, bdsm, electric games. Marta looked at me with grainy eyes, more and more intrigued. She was asking questions, it was the first time she expressed such a strong curiosity about my world, I didn't think so.
I told her about a very intense experience, with a couple expert in ligatures and games, control and denial of orgasm, triangles, squares, pentagons.
And now Marta is here with me, for a refreshment drink that seemed trivial, with a strangely short dress for her, an elegant heel, black nail polish that contrasts with light skin, perfectly smooth blonde hair, blue eyes and a wide open pupil.
She asked me to write to the couple, for tonight. He says he wants to see a tying session, just to see. She says my friend agrees, that he doesn't care and would be embarrassed, and that numerous parties are not for her.
I'm intrigued and kidnapped, vaguely excited. I write to the couple friend: he answers immediately, watering his mouth for an initiation.
We're off. In the car we listen to music, a common passion of ours. We talk about work, about friends, as if we were going to yet another concert. But we are.
Instead we arrive at the couple's country house. He, very elegant in a black suit, opens the door, we don't talk. He's Carlo, she's Gaia.
The living room is lit by candles and Gaia's naked skin, kneeling, with her ankles under that perfect ass, her breasts firm on those two already hard nipples, her eyes very dark, bright, that light up a half smile. The sofa is ready for me and Marta, the wine, fresh from the thin bubble is already in the crystal goblets. Carlo welcomes us and gives us a sign to sit down, privileged spectators of a unique show.
Carlo begins to tie it, slow, elegant, precise. Handmade ropes that wrap around the skin that now becomes canvas under expert hands. The flesh bends, wraps, under the breasts, on the hips, the fabric wraps Gaia before starting the suspension.
Marta says to my ear: - It's art, I really understand.
But her voice shakes a little. She's agitated, I can hear it. But it's not a bad nervousness, on the contrary, she already exudes a rare warmth.
Gaia is now completely suspended. She's got her nipples, her ass and her smooth, perfect pussy completely exposed to our gaze. Carlo's whip hits her ass hard, and she starts to count. Every thrill of Gaia's reflects on Marta, I feel it, and at five her hand shakes my knee. I knew the moment would become dangerous.
On the tenth blow Gaia's pussy is visibly dripping with moods. Carlo gives her an expert lick, tearing out her moans. Then he takes the Magic Wand, the clit vibrator of my profile image.
The torture begins.
He plays with the rhythm on the swollen and wet clitoris of the beautiful Gaia, bound and at the mercy of her partner's sadism.
And I can smell Marta changing. I often notice the exact moment when a woman at my side gets deeply excited. It's the smell. The smell of moods, the desire, the heat. My cock swells in my pants, between Marta's birthmark and Gaia's screams. Because yes, the control of the orgasm and the great desire to enjoy it are literally making her scream.
Marta looks at me now and looks at Carlo and Gaia. Then she looks back at me.
She leans over, she approaches me, she whispers: - What she's about to enter, never happened.
And as she finishes the sentence I feel her hand firmly grasping my cock wrapped around my pants: - You want it too, don't you?
I graze her knee, her inner thigh, I don't want to talk to her. She closes her eyes while her fingers spot my swollen chapel, still constrained by the fabrics.
It's hot. I go up with my fingers, convinced I find my panties. And instead, again, she surprises me. I touch her bare, hot lips, her clitoris already uncovered and wet. My fingertip runs through her completely; bewitched by her whispered moans and by Gaia's ever redder skin dying under Carlo's expert hands and warm games, I almost don't notice that Marta has opened my pants and released a very hard bird.
She starts masturbating me with an exasperating slowness, while Carlo gives Gaia a breather: they look at us, smile, happy to have provoked our cravings. Marta winks at them, shows her tongue, in a funny gesture, as a child, almost. But then that tongue slips at the base of my flaming glans. She looks me in the eye, cock on mouth: - How many years have you wanted a blowjob from me?
And as he smiles, he makes his dick disappear completely into my mouth.
What have I missed all these years. She's gorgeous, and now she gets on all fours, in front of me, sitting on the couch, busy giving me a unique pleasure. Hands, tongue, lips, mouth, everywhere. On the chapel, on the pole, on the asshole, on the taint. Very slow.
And she has a high skirt, showing ass and pussy to the couple. Carlo looks at me, like he's asking my permission. I look at Marta, beautiful with my dick down her throat. Her eyes tell me yes, I nod to him, while I enjoy that magnificent mouth.
He bends down to lick her, and from his moans I can tell I'm good, but I didn't doubt it: my friends are special.
And the real torture for Gaia is now: forced to watch a trio tied and suspended, dripping with cravings and moods: - you're beautiful and assholes - he says, trying to swing so that the rope that wraps her can touch her swollen pussy.
Marta burns and takes my dick in her hand, puts it on her face: - Did you think I was so slutty? It's the first time, you know?
- It didn't look like it - I can tell her, as I go down to kiss her, I can taste my cock on her fresh mouth.
I take her hand, I want to kiss her in front of Gaia's pussy. We lick her together, kissing, and it's a beautiful moment. Because Gaia suddenly enjoys it, she splashes her mouths as we kiss and we lick her tied up, my fingers sliding inside Marta and her hand torturing my cock in a beautiful saw. Carlo's cock approaches, and Marta starts to lick and wet it: she is good and beautiful, lost between genitals and pleasure. Carlo slides inside Gaia in front of our mouths, and I lie down: Marta comes on top of me, starts to slide it in, very slow, taking it with her wet hand.
She has a celestial pussy, tight, she wraps me and contracts while she gives rhythm to her moans, she governs her desire: - You have two beautiful cocks - she says while she accelerates and with her mouth she licks Carlo's cock, while she enters and exits Gaia's soaked pussy.
We play again and again and again. I'll take my friend, strong now. I take her to the couch, I spread her legs in front of me and start fucking her hard. Si si si si sisi si scream, now, we spent years wanting each other without telling us, probably, years that now melt between dicks and pussy and moods and cravings and fierce heat. And her first orgasm makes her tremble with my dick deep inside her.
As I turn her around to fuck her doggy-style and spank her, I see that Carlo has untied Gaia: - Have you forgotten me? - She smiles and puts her pussy in Marta's face to get licked. She's standing, Marta on all fours licking her wet pussy greedy, and I decide to take a risk. I put my glans on my ass, my tight, wet asshole. I push the chapel, it welcomes me. The asshole, deeply, and the second orgasm is transmitted from her ass to her pussy to Gaia. Gaia enjoys it with her, while Carlo decides to imitate me and ferociously fuck his woman.
We go on and on, and the desire to enjoy increases more and more.
- Now let's play a game for Marta - says Gaia, cheeky as few women know how to be.
She makes us lie down, me and Carlo, finally in a bed. One on one side and one on the other, with our male asses touching. I see what she wants to do. He brings our cocks together and jerks us off, as if he were one. I'm not bi, contact with the other dick leaves me indifferent. But the situation excites me terribly. - Come on, Marta - he says. And my little angelic friend, she takes our cocks in her mouth, together, while Gaia keeps sawing us with two hands holding them together.
The situation is so exciting that I know I can't hold on much longer. But so does Gaia, slowing down. Our cocks are so hard and soaking wet, Gaia is sweet to move Marta, whose pussy is now on my face and I drink it with rare taste. And Gaia welcomes us, together, in her pussy, she rides us, full as she has rarely been, and she enjoys it, God if she enjoys it, I can hear her dripping, wetting the bed, our hard cocks, male asses.
- Now it's my turn - and Marta dances on us, an erotic dance like few others, that brings the pussy closer and closer to the contact with our chapels that are waiting for nothing else. She struggles to get them in, wets her hand with her tongue, looking at me, slutty, horny. So excited that we slowly slip inside her and let a transformed woman, now a fully female, mount us.
The new orgasm overwhelms her, moans, shakes, pants, while out of the corner of my eye I see Gaia masturbating and enjoying the show.
Let's move, Carlo and I: - Where do you think you're going? - the women say, laughing. And they're 69 on us, Gaia on Carlo and Marta on me. They hold our cocks and contact get licked and saw us, they suck lick and kiss on our harder and harder cocks. They play with our moans more and more intense, and ask us to guide them a bit, with the rhythm, and to stop them if one of us is going to enjoy before the other.
We're their toys now. They want us to cum together. And so it happens, between their mouths their hands their tongues, we cum intensely, enjoying like very few other times. My hot cum mixes with Carlo's in the mouths of our women. They get up, stand at the foot of the bed, and conclude their show by kissing each other and exchanging our cum, which they finish drinking.
After some wine, clothes, brilliant conversations, we go home.
Honestly, I don't know if it will happen again. But as I write these words, I have a hard cock and the urge to fuck her again. And again. And again. Even with her boyfriend, my best friend, who still probably doesn't know what kind of woman he's dealing with.
