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.
Staring down the woman on the bed, I take a deep breath and begin to undress myself, believing things will proceed smoother if I do not need to remove my clothing while fucking. I am taller than both women by a wide margin, my body being wide and muscular. Below the belt, my cock is already hard, the thick and long organ twitching at the prospect of being the first man for this submissive wife. "So, let's get started. Before I do anything, run me through my limitations one more time?"
Orella smirks slightly and nods, "I understand if it's too much to take in all at once." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice soft and seductive despite the subject matter, "You may cum inside me, but please be considerate of when is best. I trust you will know when you are close. And don't worry about my wife," she gestures towards the door with her thumb, "she knows what we do here." With a small giggle, she adds, "But of course, no one else should find out either."
Her gaze drifts back down to his member, now fully exposed. Her expression turns sultry as she continues, "Please, make me feel good... Let's see how well you can please a submissive wife." With that said, she parts her legs wider, revealing more of herself and inviting him closer.
"So I can do anything, except cum inside you recklessly. Noted." I confidently stride up to Orella, getting on one knee to examine the womanhood lying between the legs. "A g string? Does your wife make you wear them, or are you just happy to see me?" I part her legs wider still with my large, rough hands, and move her g string to one side to reveal her pussy. "What a beautiful pussy. Never been with a man Orella?"
Orella moans softly at the praise and touches, arching her back slightly. "No, my wife does not make me wear a g-string... I chose this for myself." She bites her bottom lip and says coyly, "Perhaps it's a sign of submission?" A shiver runs down her spine at his words as she gasps softly. "I-I have been with men before... but you are my husband now, and I want only you to pleasure me."
Her hips rock forward slightly, seeking more contact with his touch. "Please, make me feel good..." Her eyes flutter closed in anticipation of what is yet to come.
"Aren't you adorable? Those men must have been quite lacking, considering the condition of your pussy. Can't wait to mess it up with my cock." I spread her pussy with my fingers, looking deep into the pulsating organ. With determined swiftness, I wrap my arms around her thighs, and thrust my face over her pussy. My tongue darts out of my mouth, worming into her cunt.
Orella cries out in pleasure as she's taken by surprise. Her hands grab fistfuls of the blanket beneath her, biting her lip to keep from screaming too loudly. "Ahhh... Fuck! That feels so good!" Her hips buck upward, meeting each stroke of his tongue with eager movements. Her back arches further, offering more access to him as she begs, "Please, more..."
Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her entire body tingling from the sensation. She squirms beneath him, unable to contain the waves of pleasure coursing through her. A soft moan escapes her lips as he continues to work his magic on her womanhood.
My tongue is blatantly longer and wider than Natalie's, increasing Orella's pleasure. I seem to be maneuvering the thing like a lockpick, looking for vulnerabilities in Orella's pussy that I could later exploit with my manhood. My fingers have begin to play with her clit, testing her sensitivity.
The pleasure builds in Orella as she's teased by the expert tongue of her husband. She grips at his hair, moaning and squirming beneath him. "So good... More..." Her hips rock wildly back and forth now, seeking deeper penetration from his eager mouth. Her body tenses and convulses as she feels herself on the brink of orgasm, her moans filling the room as she reaches ecstasy.
"Yes... Yes... Oh fuck..." She gasps as she comes hard, her pussy spasming around his face and tongue. Only when she's spent does she manage to catch her breath, slowly calming down from the intense pleasure he brought her. Her heart races wildly in her chest, her eyes half-closed with lust. "Fuck..." she whispers before panting softly, trying to catch her breath once more.
As I feel her orgasm, I pull my face back. Though, I do give her clit a playful nibble on my way out. "A sensitive clit and delicious pussy juice. You really are one hell of a woman." I sit myself next to her, and easily place her on my lap. "I'm gonna make you cut one more time to get you loose enough for me. Better safe than sorry."
Orella pants softly, still catching her breath as she lies in his arms, her body still tingling from the pleasure he brought her. She giggles weakly and nods at his words. "I understand... It is better to be safe than sorry." Her fingers idly play with his chest hair as they wait for her body to adjust. As she feels herself beginning to relax, she leans forward, planting a soft kiss on his lips. "Thank you," she whispers before resting her head against his shoulder once more.
The black-haired submissive wife feels an odd mix of contentment and excitement coursing through her as she spends time with her new husband. Despite the arrangement, there's something about this man that makes her feel truly cherished and desired. It was a pleasant surprise, to say the least. She hopes he feels the same way about her and their... unique relationship.
My expressions seems to twist at Orella's adorable jester of planting a soft kiss on me. It might be mistake for anger, but I only really seem provoked. "You little slut. You really know how to get me going." I grab her face by the neck and pull her into a deep kiss, my invasive tongue still covered in her juices. My hands wander to different places: on to her breasts, the other to her pussy. The hand over the breast begins to massage it, and my hand over her pussy begins to play with her clit.
Orella arches into the rough touch, moaning softly as her body responds to his dominance. Her hands clutch at his shoulders, feeling the power he exudes even through his touches on her most sensitive areas. A shiver runs down her spine as she opens her mouth wider to his tongue, accepting him completely. She can feel herself growing wet once more between her legs, yearning for him inside of her.
Her hips rock forward, seeking closer contact with the hand that teases her clit. "Mmm... Harder..." She begs, her breath coming in raspy gasps as he takes control and leaves her wanting more. The black-haired wife is eager to please her husband, her body on edge as she awaits his next move.
Her words seem to provoke me further, as the hand that was once massaging her tits quickly moves to her throat, gently choking her. The hand that was once messing with her clit is now violently exploring her insides, easily striking her G spot as it it were second nature. I continue to kiss her, my tongue moving even more erotically.
Orella cries out as her throat is gripped tightly, her body tensing at the mix of pleasure and pain that shoot through her. Her hips buck against his hand, desperate for release as it violently pounds her G spot. The other hand still plays with her clit, adding to the intense sensations racing through her. She moans loudly into their kiss, unable to form any coherent words as she's driven closer and closer to orgasm by his rough and commanding touch.
Her vision begins to cloud at the edges, but that only serves to heighten her awareness of every caress, every stroke. She clings desperately to him, arching her back in supplication as she feels herself losing control, on the verge of complete surrender to his dominance. A hoarse scream escapes her lips as she comes hard, her body shuddering violently under
As I feel her climax constrict my fingers, I continue my assault on her body. My fingers become faster and reach deeper, while my chokehold slowly tightens to increase pleasure without risk to her life. My kiss persists, drool falling from both our mouths.
Her orgasm washes over her, leaving her limp and panting against his lips. Her eyelids flutter weakly as she continues to clutch at him, her breath coming out in soft little gasps. The aftershocks of pleasure race through her, leaving a tingling sensation that lingers long after the worst of it has faded.
Slowly, Orella manages to catch her breath, finally pulling back enough to meet his gaze with her own. Her expression is one of adoration and lust, unashamed gratitude etched into every line of her features. "That... was amazing," she whispers hoarsely, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips as she admires the mess they've made on the sheets beneath them.
"We ain't done yet, my little whore." I quickly shove her up on the bed, her ass raised and facing me. I use one hand to hold down her hips, and the other to guide my throbbing cock. I place it up to the entrance of her pussy and let her juices get it wet. "You ready to take this dick? You ready to cum like a fucking fountain?"
Her eyes widen at the sudden movement and rough tone, but Orella doesn't resist in the slightest as she feels him push against her entrance. Her hips arch up instinctively, seeking his touch even deeper inside her. "Please... I want you... Make me feel good..." She gasps out, barely able to form a coherent sentence as sensations overtake her.
Her fingers claw uselessly at the sheets beneath her, feeling nothing but the smooth material against her fingertips. Her mouth forms an O of pleasure as she feels him stretch her, forcing his way inside her tight heat. "Ahh... So good..." Her body tenses and relaxes with each thrust, driving him deeper still.
I slowly insert my length into Orella, letting her feel every inch as it works its way deeper still. When I feel her womb crushes by the head of my phallus, I plant it there. I do not move or thrust it out, only putting pressure on it as her pussy gets used to my massive member. The hand that guided my dick I to her womanhood now puts pressure on her back, which puts additional pressure on her pussy. "Let's stay here for a little bit. Get you used to my size. You can tell me about how I compare to the other men you've had in the meanwhile."
Orella gasps as he pushes inside her, feeling him stretch and fill her in the most intimate of ways. She arches into his touch, moaning softly as pleasure washes over her. The pain of his grip on her back mingles with the pleasure, heightening everything.
She pants to catch her breath before answering, "You are... much larger than they were. More filling... more powerful..." Her voice trails off as he continues to hold himself still inside her, giving her time to adjust and savor each inch of him. "And you feel... rougher too." A shiver runs down her spine at the thought.
"Oh yeah? Rougher? But I bet you like that, don't you." A smirk forms on my face as I feel Orella trembling at the invasion if my cock into her insides. I still refuse to move my phallus, giving her additional time to get used to every pleasurable inch. "Now that we've gotten men out of the way, how do I compare to the women you've been with? Especially Natalie."
Orella bites her lip, thinking back on her past experiences with other women. "Well... you're bigger than them too," she says with a shiver, recalling the feel of them inside her. "But you're different. Stronger somehow." Her hips begin to rock involuntarily against his stillness, needing some form of motion to help alleviate the growing ache between her legs.
A small smile tugs at her lips as she continues, "And your cock feels harder... more demanding... just like you are with us." She moans softly, rocking her hips faster now in search of relief from the tightness and fullness inside her. "But I'd have to say..." She pauses for dramatic effect before continuing, "You compare most to Natalie when it comes to taking care of us." Her eyes meet his as she confesses, "Natalie
her touch is so soft and gentle... but she can make me feel things no one else ever has." A shiver runs down her spine as she feels the truth of her words even now, with Orella beneath him. Her hands claw uselessly at the sheets once more, seeking something, anything to ground herself in this overwhelming pleasure and intimacy.
As she nears her limit, her hips buck wildly against his stillness, desperate for release. "Oh please..." She begs breathlessly, arching her back as far as it will go in an effort to get him deeper inside her. "Please... make me cum..."
"You're already about to cut? I haven't even moved yet. Maybe the reason Natalie is so gentle with you is because of how sensitive you are. She can't fuck you like she wants to, but that only benefits me, doesn't it. I'll be the one to fuck you like the cute little whore you are." I place my hands on her hips, trapping her down with my superior strength. I continue not to thrust, feeling that Orella is almost ready to get the pounding of a lifetime. I pick my lips in anticipation, her constricting flesh tempting me to go deeper. "Looks like you're almost ready, Orella. Anything you want to say before I start? Anything at all?"
Her nails dig into the sheets beneath her as she pants, trying to catch her breath. "Ahhh... Just... please..." She gasps, arching her back even further in a futile attempt to get him deeper. The tension within her builds, coiling tightly in her core as she feels herself on the brink of release. Her body trembles with anticipation and desire. "Fuck me..."
Her hips buck violently against his stillness one final time before giving way to the pleasure that crashes over her. She cries out, a hoarse scream torn from her throat as waves of orgasmic bliss wash through her. Her pussy squeezes tightly around his cock, milking it for all it's worth as she comes hard, her body shuddering and convulsing beneath him.
Only after she's spent does she manage to catch her breath
"You came before I even thrust at all. You're such a dirty little whore, Orella. I fucking love it." With a smile on my face, I begin thrusting into Orella. The thrusts are slow and heavy, taking care to go all the way from her entrance crashing into her womb. The power behind my thrusts case my balls to smash down on her clit, bring immense pleasure. "I would consider this a success, but I haven't even cut once. I hope you'll stay with me until I'm satisfied, Orella."
Orella gasps and moans as he begins thrusting inside her, his words sending shivers down her spine. Her eyes roll back in pleasure as she feels him hitting her womb with each deep thrust. "Yes... oh god yes..." She arches her back further, her fingers digging into the sheets beneath her as she meets his powerful thrusts. "I'll stay with you... until you're satisfied."
"No taking that promise back, you hear?" As soon as consent is given to me, my thrusting becomes merciless. I continue to use all my weight and all my length, but the thrusting is faster than anything Orella has ever experienced. Her G-spot, her womb, even her clit: Orellana is being pleasured in every way possible at an incredible speed.
Her nails dig into the sheets beneath her as she tries to brace herself against his relentless thrusts. "Oh god!" She cries out, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "So good... harder..." Her body arches off the bed with each powerful stroke, meeting him thrust for thrust.
"Ohhhh!" She moans loudly as he hits a particularly sensitive spot inside of her. Her hips buck wildly against his, desperate for more. "Fuck yes! Do that again!" She begs, her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.
Her nails scratch at the sheets as she writhes beneath him, meeting each thrust with eager moans and cries of pleasure. The friction between their bodies grows increasingly intense, leaving both of them sweaty and breathless. Her body feels like it's on fire from the inside out, her orgasms coming closer and closer together.
"Oh yes!" she gasps as he hits that spot again, arching her back off the bed in ecstasy. "Please don't stop! I can't... I need..." Her words trail off into incoherent moans as her body quivers with every thrust, on the verge of surrendering completely to this mind-blowing pleasure.
"It's okay if you cum, you know. It's even okay if you break your promise and collapse before I am satisfied. Natalie is out there, after all. She'll pick up the slack for you. Just cum like the cute little bitch you are and open up that womb so I can flood it with my sperm. Can you do that for me, Orella?" I place my body over Orella and start prone boning her. My dick twitches and grows inside of her, stretching her out even more. I place my hands on her neck and my mouth close to her ear. I gently choke her as I whisper sweet and lewd nothings into her ear.
"Ahhh... Oh fuck..." Orella gasps, her body tensing as he grows inside her. She arches her back off the bed with a moan, her nails raking down his back in desperation. "Please... More..." Her hips grind up against him, meeting each thrust eagerly.
The pleasure overwhelms her, making it impossible to think straight. All she can focus on is his touch and the feel of him inside her. Her muscles tense and relax as wave after wave of orgasm washes over her, leaving her limp and spent beneath his powerful body. "Fuck..." she whispers raggedly, eyes half-closed in a haze of pleasure.
"That's it, let go and cum for me. Good girl, Orella. I'll cum inside to reward you." With a few powerful thrusts into Orella's limp body, I release a torrent of baby batter straight into her womb. As cum shoots out of my cock, I continue to violently thrust into her until my climax subsides. Then, I remove my still erect phallus from her womanhood, stained in pussy juices and sperm. I gently slap the sexual organ on Orella's face, letting her get a whiff of our sexual musk. "Can you be a dear and clean my cock for me, Orella. It's the least you could do, considering how much you came."
Her eyes flutter open as he removes himself from her, looking up at him through heavy lids. "Of course," she whispers softly before swiping his length with the flat of her tongue. Her eyes roll into the back of her head as she tastes him on her lips and tongue, the taste still making her body tremble with pleasure even after their explosive finale.
She glances up at him, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving with each breath. "Thank you," she manages to say, a hint of embarrassment in her voice as she reaches out to stroke his thigh, still feeling the warmth of his cum on her skin.
I lean down and plant a gentle kiss on Orella's forehead before placing a blanket over her. "Sorry if I was too rough for you. Natalie said you were submissive, so I acted the same way other submissive liked. You should get some rest, okay?"
Orella nods weakly, her voice barely above a whisper as she says "Thank you... I'll be fine..." Her eyes drift shut once more, exhaustion finally claiming her as she lies there on the bed, still feeling the aftershocks of their intense encounter rippling through her. A small smile curves her lips as she imagines how this new life with Mogeki might pan out; strange and overwhelming at times, but filled with unexpected pleasures and a connection that runs deeper than anything she'd ever felt before.
As sleep finally claims her, she lets out one last contented sigh, feeling safe and loved in the strong arms of her husband... even if it is all just an act for their mutual benefit.
As Orella drifts to sleep, I get up and slowly leave the room, neither making noise nor clothing myself again. I make my way to the kitchen, hoping to drink a glass of water after the lovemaking: I did not cum much, but I still moved a lot. I then notice Natalie, and approach her. "Just finish up with Orella. We weren't too loud, I hope."
Natalie looks up at him with a small smile as she tidies up the kitchen, "No, you two were fine. Actually, I'm glad to see you both having fun." She glances over her shoulder at Orella before continuing, "So, did it work? Did she tell you about our previous arrangement?"
Her voice holds a hint of curiosity and concern as she wonders if their plan has succeeded. Mogeki's response will give her the answers she needs.
I stand next to her and take gulps from my glass of water before addressing Natalie. "I don't believe she mentioned any previous arrangements, no. But, if your asking about how it went with me and Orella, I can confidently say I fucked her silly. She's currently sleeping soundly and with a filled womb."
Natalie's eyes widen as she hears this news, and a look of relief washes over her features. "Oh, that's wonderful!" She exclaims before clapping him on the shoulder in congratulations. "I knew you could do it. Now we just have to wait and see how things unfold from here." With that, she turns back to the kitchen counter and resumes her task of cleaning up.
Her mind is racing with thoughts, hopeful but cautious. Orella's words about Mogeki being different than other men had given her pause, as well as the intensity of their lovemaking. Perhaps there really was something special between them. Only time will tell how this new arrangement plays out for all three of them.
I look Natalie up and down, the apparent dominant of this lesbian marriage doing dishes in the kitchen. I feel my cock twitch, it's single climax leaving it hungry. "So, what happens now? I become the husband to the both of you, help around the house, and fuck Orella? Or do you want what she's having too, Natalie?" I lean closer to her, placing a strong, possessive hand on her hip. My nakedness is made apparent to her, my muscles dripping with sweat, and my massive erection freely pressing against her ass.
Natalie swallows hard, feeling the possessiveness of his touch and the heat of his body pressed against her. She looks up at him with a mix of surprise and excitement, her heart racing. "I... I'm not sure what you mean," she says carefully, trying to keep her voice steady.
The thought of sharing Mogeki like this, letting him have complete control over them both, sends shivers down her spine. At the same time, there's a part of her that longs for the closeness they once shared and the power she used to hold within their relationship.
"No need to look so worried, Natalie. I am here to fulfill a sexual role neither of you could fill for the other. Why shouldn't you be able to get a taste of what I can provide. Orella seemed to like it a lot. You might, too." I lean close to Natalie and whisper these things in a sultry tone. The masculine smell of mine mixes with the feminine smell of Orella still linger on my monster cock, creating a powerful aroma.
Natalie's heartbeat quickens at his words, her mind racing with possibilities. The thought of experiencing the roughness and power he exuded earlier fills her with a mixture of trepidation and arousal. She glances over at Orella, still asleep on the bed, before meeting Mogeki's eyes again. "Perhaps..." she says softly, unable to resist the allure of this new arrangement. "But we should discuss it further first." A wicked smile plays on her lips as she envisions them together, their lives intertwined in ways they never could have imagined before tonight.
"That smile on your face is on of action, not discussion." I plant a swift kiss on Natalie's lips. The smirk on my face afterwards clarifies my actions as a provocation. "Come on, Natalie, I know you heard us. How Orella moaned and screamed, how satisfied she looked after I filled her womb to the brim. I can do that to you, too."
Natalie's breath hitches as she listens to his words, remembering the sounds of their lovemaking. The taste of him lingers on her lips, the knowledge that he has just been inside Orella driving her wild with desire. With a soft moan, she presses herself against him, arching her back slightly in invitation. Her hands slide up his chest to circle around his neck, urging him closer. "Yes," she breathes heavily into his ear, "I want that too." She turns her head to nip at his jaw before meeting his gaze once more, the fire burning brightly in her eyes now.
"I like that look in your eyes. Makes me want to roll them back with pleasure." I grab Natalie by the ass and lift her on the counter, a display of my strength and dominance. I begin kissing her in the same way I kissed Orella: deeply and violently, forcing our tongues to wrestle in our mouths. My hands wander, undressing her quickly.
Natalie moans loudly as she's lifted onto the counter, her body arching into his. Her hands clutch at his hair, holding him close as they kiss feverishly. With each movement of his lips and tongue against hers, a shiver races through her, spreading heat throughout her core. She's panting, struggling to catch her breath between kisses as she revels in the roughness of it all. Her nipples harden underneath her bra, screaming for attention.