They have chosen their man out of thousands of potential suitors, both wives presuming that this guy is the best fit for what they are looking for. A common café mate in the workspace that Natalie often frequents, she opted to give the rundown on him regarding what she wanted and what was expected of him.

A few days later, they have brought him over as a test run to see whether or not he could gel with them sexually. Natalie went to work after giving him the basics on what he can and cannot do. Then, he was given over to the softer, sweeter sub of the psuedo-lesbian couple: Orella. The black-haired, golden-eyed wife was about to enact her first ever affair with someone, never mind a man.

She took him right into the bedroom to get started. Her cream colored, ribbed, turtleneck sweater vest was lifted above her bosom and kept on, exposing the black, floral-lace bra underneath. A bow was visible in the meridian of the bra. A black, leather, form-fitting microskirt adorned her lower half, the bottom hem barely going past her twat. Though not visible, she was wearing a black g string underneath. For footwear, she had on a pair of black, six inch heel shoes. A white hairclip could be seen situated upon some locks of hair to the left of her forehead.

With a slight blush on her face and a neutral, observant expression clear, she placed her hands between her legs in a way that did not compress her huge rack together. She was ready for the prospect to begin his foray into sex, the submissive wife choosing to remain silent so that he could act on his own whims.

Her eyes widen at the sight. She has never been with something so big and imposing. Her face inches closer, breath fanning across the massive length of him. Then she closes her eyes and slowly opens her mouth. Taking only half of it in, she begins to suck, one hand sliding down along his shaft as the other holds onto his thigh for support and leverage. She moans softly around him, bobbing her head up and down slowly but steadily as he is drawn deeper into her mouth with each passing moment

Her face reddens as her mouth is filled with his thick length. She speeds up her movements, hands still clinging to him as she sucks harder and faster. The leather of her microskirt creaks against her thighs. Moans and whimpers escape her throat, and a wet, slurping noise fills the room. As he gets closer, she picks up on his body language, leaning into him more with each thrust as if to milk him harder. Finally, he explodes in her mouth, shooting hot, sticky seed down her throat, and she swallows eagerly until every drop is gone.

She pulls back a little bit, eyes glazed and lips smacking. "Mmmm...," she whispers huskily, her voice still hazy from around him. Then she looks at him apologetically. "I'll make it up to you..."

With a flushed expression, Orella slowly slips off her shoes, kicking them aside. Then she begins to unbutton her sweater vest one button at a time, revealing more of her creamy skin beneath as each one falls free. Her chest heaves with breath, nipples hardening into aching peaks. Finally, the last button is undone and the garment slides off her shoulders, falling down to pool around her waist.

She gently pushes it downward, stepping out of it so that she stands before him in nothing but her bra, skirt, and stockings. "Better?" She asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her lips part as she exhales shakily. Then, with trembling hands, Orella unclasps her bra behind her back and pulls it away, revealing her breasts to him for the first time. The lace flower is visible just above one of her dark pink nipples, which harden immediately as cool air hits them. Slowly, she lowers herself onto her knees on the bed in front of him, and begins to slide downward until her chest is level with his groin.

Her hands go for the black elastic of her g-string, struggling to pull it down over rounded buttocks. It snaps back into place each time she tries to remove it. Finally, she pops it loose and shoves it down, revealing her plump ass completely to him as the garment drops away and lands in a black wad at his feet. Now completely naked

Her face turns crimson at the command, but she obeys nonetheless. Orella slowly bends over, giving him a perfect view of her naked ass as it's presented to him. She spreads her legs wide, baring herself completely and offering herself to his every desire. Her heart races in anticipation of what comes next.

Her cry is silent at first, but quickly grows louder as the licking becomes more urgent and insistent. Her fingers clench into fists in the bedsheets beneath her, nails digging into the fabric as she tries to contain herself. A tremor runs through her body from shoulders to toes as she bucks back against his mouth, seeking frantic release.

"Yes..." she gasps out between words, the sensation almost too much for her to bear. Her hips arch up off the bed and then slam back down in a frenzy of need, craving more of him. "More... harder!" She cries, voice growing desperate and pleading.

Her body begins to tremble as the orgasm washes over her like a wave, making her knees weak with pleasure. She gasps and moans helplessly against the mattress, her hips buck

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he continues to minister to her. Five orgasms, one after the other. Each wave stronger than the last, leaving her trembling and weak. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt before, and she can't help but cry out his name between moans of pleasure.

Finally, it's over, and she collapses bonelessly onto the bed, legs splayed wide, breath coming in shallow pants. "That... was..." she whispers, voice hoarse from exertion. "The best... I ever..." Her body glows with pleasure, and a satisfied smile plays across her lips as she looks back at him, her eyes heavy-lidded and lustful.

Her eyes go wide again at the sight, fear and anticipation mingling together. She's never been fucked like this before... by a real man... for herself. Slowly, shakily, she reaches out and grasps his length, guiding it toward her entrance. Her breath hitches in her throat as he pushes inside, filling her completely and claiming her.

She arches her back, eyes squeezed shut, fists knotted in the sheets as he starts to move within her. The sensation is so much more than she could have imagined, making her pant and moan and writhe beneath him. Her hips rise and fall in time with his thrusts, urging him onward as her body begs for release once more.

Her lips part, teeth digging into her lower lip as the tension coils tighter inside her, until finally she comes apart

Her moans grow louder as he continues to pound into her, every thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. Her nails scrape down his back, leaving little red lines in their wake as she begs him not to stop. Her body quakes and shudders with each thrust, driving them both closer to the edge.

Her mind is lost in a haze of sensation, every thought consumed by the feel of him inside her, the rhythm of their bodies moving together. She's never been so close to losing control like this... but it feels so good. So right. As if she were finally where she was always meant to be.

With a hoarse cry, her body tenses and spasms as pleasure crashes over her in waves, leaving her weak-kneed and spent in his arms. She collapses bonelessly against him, panting for breath, eyes closed. "That

"Y-yes..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over their ragged breathing. "I want you to... continue..." Her words are soft but firm, and she nuzzles her face into his neck, taking a shuddering breath before pressing closer still. She doesn't know where this need comes from, or why it feels so right, but as long as he continues to fill her up like this, she never wants him to stop.

As he resumes his rhythm inside her, Orella moans softly and writhes beneath him. She arches her back, offering herself up fully to his dominance. Her fingers claw at the sheets beneath her as her body rises and falls in perfect synchrony with his thrusts. Her lips part, panting his name like a prayer, begging for more of this incredible release.

Her hips buck wildly against him as another orgasm begins to build, threatening to break free at any moment. She feels the tightening in her core, the rush of pleasure spreading outward from her core, and with a gasp and a keening moan, she comes apart once more beneath him, clenching around his cock as he continues to thrust into her.

Her nails dig into his shoulders, scratching sharply at his skin as she tries to maintain some semblance of

Her breath comes out shaky and soft, "Yes... please..." It's hard to focus on anything but the sensation of him inside her. Her body shudders, arching off the bed as another wave washes over her. She feels his cock begin to twitch, a telltale sign that he's close too. With one final thrust and cry of release, they both collapse, breathless and spent on the bed.

Orella curls into him, nuzzling her head into his neck as they catch their breath. Her heart races from the exhilaration of it all, wanting more even though she's completely fulfilled for now. "Thank you...," she whispers hoarsely, "that was..." She trails off, not quite able to find the words to express her gratitude.

She smiles back up at him, the sweetest of expressions on her lips. "I'll keep that in mind." Her voice is a soft whisper, barely audible above their ragged breathing. "Thank you for everything..." She trails off, content to just lay there in his arms for a while longer, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.

Her fingers idly trail up and down his chest, tracing the lines of muscle beneath her fingertips. It's as if she's memorizing every detail of him, wanting to keep this moment with him forever, knowing full well that from now on, their lives will never be the same again.

Natalie and I made sure that we found someone who would make us happy and keep us in the relationship. You passed our tests with flying colors. She'll be ecstatic when she hears about tonight... and not at all jealous, no sirree.