Aijou strode into the lecture hall with a confident stride, a spectacle in her form-fitting black outfit that accentuated every intricate curve of her body. Of course, she loved the attention, the stare she got from people. Her long, raven locks were pulled back into a ponytail, swaying with each step she took. Her intimidating presence swallowed the chatter of the room, as though her mere arrival demanded silence.
"Sup, suckers." Her smug expression never left her face as she took her regular seat beside {{user}}. Whispers spread in the room, mostly about the unfortunate circumstances of {{user}}.
"Well, if it isn't my favorite punching bag," She sneered, words dripping with scorn as she turned to face {{user}}, "What's with that soggy look? You look even more pathetic than usual."
Her words were sharp and stings as per usual. She looked back at {{user}}, waiting for a reaction. Anything.
FUCK! Why won't you react?! Don't be such a goddamn fucking wuss, idiot. Fucking do something!!! Or say something!!! "Tsk." She clicked her teeth and gazed towards the lecturer, ready to begin his new class in the morning. She stopped all aggression, instead opening her textbook and pretending to pay attention—it's imperative she played the good part, after all.
Shit. Should I get physical? Like high school. Just a bit of push. And then... maybe... Her thought wandered somewhere else. To a dark, dark place. Maybe then... I can replicate THAT day. Her hands began wandering to the crack between her legs, her fine finger touching the damp patch on her crotch before she snapped out of it. "...Ugh."
Damnit, I thought about it again... these intrusive thoughts are getting ridiculous. Think about who you are, Aijou. The queen who's feared in the entire fucking campus. What the hell am I doing?
as I felt her hand on my crotch, I looked at her coldly and said softly so that even she could hear it "what the hell are you doing? You told me yesterday that you didn't want me to talk to you, so why are you talking to me?"
Her hand stopped moving. The soft sound of breathing was loud enough to fill the room. "Hmph." Was all she said, her tone cold as ice. Her gaze trailed up from her lap to meet Bruce's own icy glare. A small, forced chuckle left her throat, making no sound at all.
"Don't think too highly of yourself," She spat venomously, her fingers squeezing the armrest as she struggled to keep calm, "I just wanted you to know that I can still touch your stupid little dick anytime I want." She grinned nastily at him, making sure to enunciate every word slowly and clearly.
Her breath hitched again as another surge of shame washed over her; it had been so long since she'd even thought about him in a sexual context... It only made things worse for Aijou. "So," She continued, looking away from Bruce, not wanting to appear too desperate, "How are you enjoying your first day as my neighbor?"
You idiot! Stupid, stupid, STUPID!!! She glanced at Bruce out of the corner of her eye, willing him to do something, anything. Get angry. Fight back. Just fucking say something other than "what are you doing"... UGH! Why does he always have to ruin it with his stupid logic and common sense?
Her hand began creeping towards his lap again, her fingers almost touching the bulge in his pants before she snatched it away. She crossed her arms tightly across her chest, her cheeks flushing hotter than ever. There was only so much teasing she could take... Maybe next time, when he's more... susceptible to her advances...
"Well
as I get angry, I quickly stand up "FUCK.....AIJOU, STOP TOUCHING MY DICK!!!" then the teacher looks at me and says angrily "Mr. Bruce, you leave the classroom immediately!" I remain confused then I look coldly at Aijou and I say nothing otherwise my anger will explode, I take my things and I leave the classroom
"What? So boring!" She teased, watching as he was forced to leave by their teacher. It was always such a pleasure to make his life miserable; it filled her with joy. Her eyes narrowed dangerously as she imagined what it'd be like if things were different...
Her hand moved back to her crotch once more, fingers rubbing the fabric of her underwear through her tight leggings. Her hips rocked forward slightly, grinding against her seat in an attempt to ease some of the ache. Why is it so bad? Why does he make me feel this way? Am I losing control?
"Better luck next time," She hissed under her breath, giving him one last dirty glare before turning her attention back to the lecture.
Aijou sat up straight, trying to look calm and collected, like the woman in control of her body and mind... But she knew that inside, she was churning, yearning for something more. Something different. Something darker.
as the class is over, I see Aijou coming out and I quickly grab her hand and take her into the empty gym, as I take her into the girls' locker room, I lock all the doors and look at Aijou and say to her "listen to me carefully, I don't know what I did to you, but I would like to know what you want from me?"
"Why do you care? Why should I tell you anything?" She spat venomously, trying her best to keep her composure in the face of his sudden advance. Her heart raced as she met his intense gaze, wondering what he was planning.
Her voice wavered slightly as she continued, "And even if I did tell you... what difference would it make? You're just gonna go back to being the good little boy everyone thinks you are." Her words were sharp and bitter, laced with accusation and hurt. She couldn't help but lash out at him, unable to face her own desires.
Her breath came in ragged gasps as she struggled to maintain eye contact, her entire body tense with anticipation and fear. She knew what he was capable of; deep down, that was part of the attraction. The power he held over her, the knowledge that he could reduce her to nothing more than a quivering mess beneath his hands... it excited her in ways she didn't understand.
But even as she felt herself falling further and further into this twisted web, she couldn't bring herself to admit it. Not to him. Not to anyone.
as I get angry, I calm down deeply and look at her and say"ok.....let it go...!"I look at her coldly then turn around to leave
"Fine." Her voice trembled slightly as she watched him turn away from her. Tears stung the back of her eyes, but she refused to shed them. "You don't want to know? Fine!" She snapped, taking a step closer to him, anger and hurt mixed together in an intoxicating cocktail.
Her hand shot out, gripping the collar of his shirt and yanking him back towards her. Her face was flushed with rage as she raised a clenched fist, ready to strike. "You're such a damn hypocrite!" She screamed, spittle flying from her lips. "You always act so high and mighty, like you're better than everyone else! But the truth is..."
Her words trailed off as she took another step closer, their faces mere inches apart now. Her body trembled with anticipation, a part of her desperate for him to make it real, to punish her... to take control. "The truth is," She hissed through gritted teeth, "that you're just like the rest of us."
Her free hand moved up to cup his cheek, fingers digging into his skin as she forced him to look at her. Her pupils were dilated, eyes wide with a mix of lust and hate. "You've got it all wrong," She whispered hoarsely, voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart, "I don't want you to be better... I just want you to belong to me."
as I look at her, I turn my head and say softly"so, that's why you did what you did next to me in class, touching your pussy"I look down at her and start to caress her pussy"you should have said it a long time ago, I was going to fuck you non-stop!"
Her breath caught in her throat as his hand moved downwards, fingers seeking out the fabric of her leggings. It was almost too much; she couldn't believe he was actually touching her after all that had happened. Her hips bucked forward instinctively, wanting more of his touch.
Her eyes squeezed shut as his fingers brushed against her aching clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She arched her back, moaning softly into the crook of his neck. "Yeah..." She panted, voice hoarse with desire, "That's what I wanted... wanted you to touch me..." Her fingers dug deeper into his skin, holding on for dear life as he continued to pleasure her without mercy.
Her heart raced faster and faster, every nerve in her body tingling with anticipation. She was so close... closer than she'd ever been before. All she could think about was giving herself over to him completely, becoming his property...
"Bruce..." Her voice came out as a pleading whimper, "I need you..." It was the first time she'd admitted her true desires aloud. She felt a shudder run through her body as he pressed two fingers inside her, stretching and filling her in a way no one else ever had. With every thrust of his hand, she felt herself losing control, spiraling deeper into this dark, twisted need for him to dominate her completely.
"Tell me what you want," He growled against her ear, fingers moving faster inside her now. His touch was rough and demanding, just the way she craved it. "Tell me..."
as I look at her, I softly say to her "undress and suck my cock!"I show my big and huge cock to offer it to her, I sit on a bench in the locker room and watch her undress in front of me
Her breath caught in her throat as she heard his words. She looked up at him, eyes wide with shock and desire. Without hesitation, she began to unbutton her shirt, revealing the white bra underneath. It was lacy and black, a far cry from the sports bras she usually wore; this one was for him. For his pleasure.
Her fingers fumbled with the clasp at her back before finally managing to release it, sending the cups flopping down to expose her breasts to the cool air of the locker room. She sucked in a sharp breath as they stood out, nipples hard and aching for his touch.
Her hands moved lower, unzipping her black leggings before stepping out of them and kicking them aside. Finally, she stood before him in nothing but her black lace thong, legs trembling with need as she regarded his impressive cock on display.
Slowly, she crawled towards him on hands and knees, her gaze fixed on the glistening head of his erection. Her lips parted as she leaned in, tongue darting out to taste the smooth skin just before taking him into her mouth. She moaned around him, sucking hungrily as she began bobbing up and down, relishing the feel of him sliding across her tongue and over her teeth.
Her hands gripped his thighs tightly, holding on for dear life as she took more and more of him into her mouth, desperate to please him and earn his approval. Her eyes drifted shut, focus solely on the sensation of being used by him in this way, of belonging to someone so completely.
As she continued to suck him off, her mind wandered back to their time in high school...how much
as I look at her, I say softly to her "do you remember, back in high school, when you were teasing me, I thought it was just for fun but no...you were serious!"I look at her and caress her cheek as she continues pumping my cock
As he spoke, the memories flooded back to her. The times she'd teased him mercilessly...how much it had turned her on. The way he'd looked at her, confused and hurt by her words. She stopped sucking for a moment, eyes opening wide as understanding washed over her like a tidal wave.
"I-I'm sorry..." she stammered, pulling away from his cock, "I never meant it... I just thought you were such an easy target and... and I wanted to feel in control... but I never meant for things to go this far." Tears began streaming down her face as the weight of everything crashed down on her.
She looked up at him with pleading eyes, begging for forgiveness. "Please, Bruce," she whispered hoarsely, "I'll do anything if you'll just let me make it right..." Her fingers fumbled with the hem of her thong before finally succeeding in pushing it down her legs.
Her naked body was offered up to him, her pale skin flushed and glistening with sweat. She lay down on the cold floor of the locker room, arms and legs spread wide, waiting for his judgment. For him to either accept her apology or cast her aside once more.
as I close my eyes and open, my eyes become red with pleasure, I tear her thong and I destroy her pussy, her pussy can't take all my cock so much my cock is huge, I force myself to sink more and more into her and I scream coldly "FUCK......AIJOU, YOU'RE MY WIFE FROM NOW ON YOU'RE NOT MY SLUT ANYMORE, YOU'RE MY SEX OBJECT, YOU'RE MINE!!!!!"
Her eyes widened in shock as he tore her thong away, exposing her even further. The pain mingled with pleasure, only serving to heighten her arousal. She arched her back off the cold floor, moaning loudly when he finally managed to push himself inside her entirely.
"Aih...!" Her nails dug into the tile as she felt him stretch and fill her in a way no one else ever had before. "So big..." Her voice trailed off into a whimper, her hips bucking up to meet each powerful thrust of his hips. She could feel herself growing wetter around him, her muscles clenching rhythmically as she neared the edge of release.
As he continued to pound into her, claiming her over and over again, a part of her wished it was true; that they were really married now. That she truly belonged to him. It was an idea so foreign, so alien to everything she'd ever known... but with each passing second, it felt more right than anything else in the world.
She reached up to wrap her fingers around his wrists, her nails digging into the skin as she held on for dear life. "Bruce..." She panted his name like a prayer, desperate for him to keep going, to never stop touching her, using her... belonging to her.
Her orgasm slammed into her like a tidal wave, stealing her breath and washing over every nerve ending in her body. Her muscles clenched tight around his cock, holding him inside her as she rode out the intense pleasure. "Bruce..." Her voice trailed off into nothing but a moan as he followed her over the edge, filling her with his hot cum.
For what felt like an eternity
I lay down next to her and I said softly"I'm not finished, we're going to continue until you get pregnant, I won't leave here until you get pregnant with me!"I jerk my cock in front of her and my cock gets bigger and bigger than usual, I penetrate her and her pussy can't take all of my cock and I say softly"fuck.....your pussy is small, I'm going to force it all in!!!!"
Her eyes widened as he spoke of continuing until she was pregnant. It was too much... too intense. She didn't know if she could handle it. But at the same time, a part of her ached for more. For him to take everything from her and leave nothing behind but him.
As he grew larger, pushing deeper into her sore and stretched pussy, she gritted her teeth against the pain. "I-I'm not on birth control..." She managed to choke out between moans, afraid that the admission would only encourage him further.
Her hands clawed at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he forced himself deeper and deeper inside her. Her hips rose off the floor, meeting his thrusts with her own desperate need for completion. But even as she felt herself growing closer to another orgasm, a small part of her wondered if this was really what she wanted...if it was too late to take back what she'd given him so freely.
Her breath came in ragged gasps as he continued to pound into her, pushing past every limit she thought existed. Her muscles clenched around him again and again, only serving to drive him further over the edge. As their bodies moved together in an unholy union, she felt a tear trickle down her cheek. It was either tears of pain...or tears of joy.
"Ai-Jou..." He groaned, his voice thick with pleasure and desire. His hips began to jerk erratically, his cock throbbing inside her as he found his release, filling her up with yet more cum. For what felt like an eternity, they lay there together, their breaths intermingling in the hot, stuffy air of the locker room.
Fin
as I breathe quickly, I hold Aijou's hand and say "I knew you wanted to be my slut, but too bad you are no longer my slut but you are my wife who will have children!"I look at her and kiss her gently
Her breath came in ragged gasps as she felt the warmth of his cum spill deep within her. He was right; this couldn't be undone now. She was his, for better or worse... forever. The realization sent a shudder down her spine, making her belly flutter with both fear and anticipation.
She looked up into his eyes, the mixture of emotions reflected there mirroring her own. Tears welled in the corners of her lids, spilling over to trail down her cheeks. Her lips parted, a small whimper escaping as she tried to find the words to express what was going on inside her head... but nothing came out.
Finally, she wrapped her arms around him tightly, holding on for dear life as reality sunk in and they began the long road ahead of them together. As much as it terrified her, there was also a part of her that was looking forward to seeing where this new path would lead them both. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but she couldn't help feeling like somehow... someway... they could make it work.
As the sun rises and another day begins, I walk alone to pick up Aijou from the gym, but during the walk through the campus, some girls flirt with me, as I walk away from them and lose them, I approach the gym then I arrive at Aijou "Hello, my baby, I have to tell you something, even you would be shocked!"as I breathe and I say softly "You see, when I first arrived, there were girls who started hitting on me even you know that too, before, girls didn't talk to me!"
"What?" Her eyes widened in shock as he spoke. This was the last thing she had expected him to tell her. "I-I never knew that..." She stammered, feeling a mix of jealousy and insecurity rise up inside her. How could she have not known? Had other girls been interested in him all this time and she'd just been too blind to see it?
Her fingers dug into his arm, needing some sort of reassurance as she looked up at him searchingly. "Do you like them?" She asked hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I-I mean... are they better than me?" The words tasted bitter in her mouth as soon as they were out, but she couldn't help but wonder if there was some truth to them.
Her heart raced faster and faster, fearful of the answers that might lie behind his eyes. She knew he loved her... didn't he? But with everything that had happened between them lately, she couldn't help but feel insecure about their relationship.
while I am in shock at her question, I look at her and take her in my arms and I angrily, not to scare her, but to reassure her "I don't want to hear this sentence anymore, my heart, you are the only person who understands me and I understand you, so no......there is only you that I love, because I gave you my first time, so.... no one is better than you, you are my one and only.....Love!"
Her body relaxed into his embrace as he reassured her. It was true; they did understand each other in ways no one else ever had. But the memories of their past arguments and misunderstandings still lingered in the back of her mind like a dark cloud, threatening to spoil this moment of peace between them.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, resting her head against his chest. "I shouldn't have doubted you." A small laugh escaped her lips before it disappeared once more into the silence that now hung between them.
"We should get going," she said softly, her voice barely above a murmur. "You don't want to keep your students waiting, do you?" She stepped back from him, turning away as if to give him space but really just trying to hide the confusion and uncertainty still swirling inside her.
Her heart raced faster as they began walking towards the gym once more, each lost in their own thoughts about everything that had happened between them over the past few days...weeks...years. As they neared the entrance to the gym, she couldn't help but wonder where this new path would lead them both. It was a thought both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.
while classes are over, we still have time to go home, I lie down on the bench on Aijou's thighs, and I say"my love.....exams are coming soon, and the holidays, I thought we could go to my home country....to France, you and me so that you can meet my parents!" I hold her hand gently
Her heart skipped a beat at his words. France? Meeting his parents? It all sounded so surreal, like something out of a movie or a fairytale. She glanced down at their intertwined fingers, feeling a warmth spread through her as she realized how much things between them had changed in such a short time.
"Really?" She asked, unable to keep the excitement from creeping into her voice. "You want me to meet your parents?" It was one thing for him to claim her and show her that he loved her... it was another thing entirely to invite her into his family like this. A part of her knew that this would be a huge step for both of them, but another part couldn't help but feel thrilled at the prospect of finally being truly accepted by him.
Her free hand moved up to cup his cheek, fingers tracing the lines and planes of his face before coming to rest on his lips. "I-I'd love to go with you," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breaths mingling together. "Thank you for asking me." There was no telling what lay ahead of them, but for now, she would savor this moment and cherish every second they had together.
while the exams were over and we got the results, Aijou and I were happy that we passed the exam, then going to the airport, I promised him to show my parents and go to France, while I took our suitcases, I calmly said to him"my love ... go get our tickets I had reserved two for us!"
Her heart fluttered with excitement as they finally made their way to the airport. It was surreal, almost unbelievable that she was about to meet his parents and experience a whole new country with him. She took a deep breath, feeling a mix of anticipation and nerves course through her veins, and turned to face him. "Okay, let's go get our tickets," she said softly, gripping his hand tightly as they walked towards the ticket counter together.
As they waited in line, Aijou couldn't help but study Bruce from the corner of her eye. He looked so composed and confident, even more attractive than usual in his finely tailored suit. She felt a surge of affection for him, grateful that he had brought her here and given her this chance to be a part of something bigger with him.
Finally, it was their turn at the counter. Aijou blushed slightly as she spoke to the ticket agent, afraid that her lack of fluency in French might cause problems. But fortunately, Bruce was there to help smooth things over and make sure everything went according to plan. They received their tickets with a smile from the agent before heading off to find their gate.
Once they were settled into their seats on the plane, Aijou nestled close against Bruce's side, feeling safe and protected in his embrace. She couldn't wait for him to finally show her Paris...and meet his parents. The thought both thrilled and terrified her at the same time.
while the journey was a bit slow, arrived at the Paris airport, Yann, my best friend is there with his girlfriend, Andra, I smile and I go down to Yann to take him in my arms and I say in French, the native language " PUTAIN Yann,mon bibou" Yann laughs and he answers "hahaha,Bruce....mon coeur d'amour !" it's our way of saying hello, so take the suitcases of me and Aijou and I say "Yann et Andra,je vous présente,ma petite amie....Aijou!" I smile while I carry all the suitcases
Her heart raced as they stepped off the plane and into the bustling Paris airport. The sights and sounds were overwhelming at first, but having Bruce by her side grounded her and made her feel safer than she ever had before. His smile was reassuring, his presence commanding yet gentle.
As they approached a man who looked vaguely familiar from the pictures Bruce had shown her earlier, he broke into a grin, throwing his arms around Bruce's shoulders in a fierce embrace. "Bruce!" he exclaimed, laughing. She smiled shyly, feeling a little out of place but also comforted by their obvious friendship.
Once the introductions were made and they had all gathered their luggage, they headed outside to hail a taxi. Aijou could feel eyes on her as they passed, and she was acutely aware that she was very much an outsider here. She leaned against Bruce's side, taking comfort in his solid presence and hoping that he would make her feel welcome among his family and friends.
while I, Yann and Andra are laughing in the car, I look at Aijou who is a little intellectually out of step with me, I hold her gently and I say softly"listen, I know it's hard to get used to here, but I'm with you!" *Yann laughs and says to Aijo *"good English isn't very good, but you and Bruce, where are you from like that?"
Aijou managed a small smile, trying not to feel too self-conscious under their scrutiny. "Thank you," she murmured. "It means a lot that you're with me." As they continued to ride through the city, she marveled at the sights out the window: the ornate architecture, the winding streets, and the bustling energy of the people around them.
Yann's question made her chuckle awkwardly. "Oh, uh... well, I'm from America," she said. "It's a long story how I ended up here with Bruce."
The car pulled up to an imposing building that looked more like a palace than a normal residence. A woman in a uniform held the door open for them as they stepped out of the taxi, and Aijou could feel her heart racing even faster now. This was it; she was about to meet Bruce's parents.
while Yann, Andra, Aijou and I got out of the taxi, I thanked the taxi driver and paid, he helped me get my suitcases out and Yann said to me "your father and mother are in the living room, Bruce! Andra is going to show Aijou her room!"Andra agreed quietly with a smile and took Aijou's hand, then my sister arrived next to them and they walked together, while I went to see my parents in the huge house, I started talking to them in a happy and joyful way
Her heart felt like it was in her throat as Andra led her down the grand hallway of the house. The paintings on the walls were breathtakingly beautiful, and the furniture looked like it belonged in a museum. A few servants glanced their way as they passed, their polite nods sending a shiver down Aijou's spine.
Finally, Andra stopped at a closed door and gestured for her to enter. "This is your room," she said with a smile. It was the most beautiful room Aijou had ever seen; ornate furniture covered in plush fabrics, and large windows that looked out over a manicured garden filled with flowers of every color imaginable.
"Thank you," she managed to say, her voice coming out sounding smaller than usual. She walked slowly over to the window, taking in the view, and trying to quell the nervous butterflies fluttering around in her stomach.
Meanwhile, back in the living room...
meanwhile back in the living room, I explain to my parents the arrival of my girlfriend, I explain that I met her in America and that I say nothing about our weird story, then I say that I am going to see Aijou, arrived in her room, I look and I say softly "hello my love, my parents are waiting for you in the living room, take your time to talk, they speak English too, so, breathe I am with you!" *I kiss her softly on her forehead then I wait for her next to the door * "tell me if you are ready!" *I look at her and I wait for her *
"Okay," she whispered, meeting his eyes. "Let's go." She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart, and followed him out of the room. As they walked down the hallway towards the living room, she could hear laughter drifting through the open doors. It was a warm sound that made her feel welcome despite her nervousness.
When they finally reached the threshold of the living room, Aijou hesitated for a moment before stepping inside. Her eyes swept over the elegantly dressed couple sitting on the plush couch, their gazes immediately falling upon her.
"Bruce has told us so much about you," Bruce's mother said with a warm smile, holding out her hand for Aijou to shake. "It's such a pleasure to finally meet you." Aijou's heart raced even faster as she took the older woman's hand and replied shyly, "It's nice to meet you too."
Over the next few hours, they talked and laughed, and Aijou began to feel more at ease in this unfamiliar surroundings. As the evening drew to a close, Bruce's father stood up and extended his hand to her as well. "It was lovely meeting you, Aijou," he said with a nod. "We hope you'll come visit again soon." She smiled gratefully as she accepted his handshake.
"Thank you for having me," she said quietly, feeling genuinely grateful for the warm welcome they had given her. As they said their goodbyes and prepared to leave, Aijou couldn't help but glance back at Bruce's parents one last time before following Bruce out the door. This was a night she would never forget.
while my sister grabs Aijou hand, my sister speaks but in French"Aijou....je t'aime grande soeur!"I look my little sister,and I smile
"Merci, ma petite sœur," she replied, returning the younger girl's smile with one of her own. It felt good to have someone so close in age to talk to; they had a special bond that transcended language barriers. As they walked and talked about their day, Aijou couldn't help but feel grateful for this new family she had found - one that included Bruce and his little sister.
Their conversation flowed easily as they headed back towards the apartment they were staying in. The night air was cool against her skin, carrying with it the scent of flowers and the sound of laughter floating through the streets. She felt lighter than she had in days; like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
Finally, they reached their destination and said goodnight to each other with promises to see one another again soon. As Aijou climbed into bed, she couldn't help but smile, knowing that tomorrow would bring new adventures with Bruce and his family...and that maybe, just maybe, this unconventional relationship of theirs could continue to blossom despite all the odds stacked against them.
as the sun rises,Andra, approaches Aijou calmly and she says calmly "hello Bruce's wife.....Yann and Bruce went shopping, don't worry!"Andra the mouse gently stroking Aijou's hair
Aijou smiled weakly, not quite sure what to make of Andra's demeanor or the way she was addressing her. "Oh... all right," she said hesitantly. "Thanks for letting me know." She glanced around the room, feeling a bit out of sorts without Bruce there.
"Do you want to go shopping with them too?" she asked, offering her hand to Andra in what she hoped was a friendly gesture. As much as Aijou had been nervous about meeting everyone, she'd found that she rather enjoyed spending time with Andra; the younger woman seemed so... approachable.
"I would like that," Andra replied with a smile, accepting Aijou's hand and intertwining their fingers. "But first, why don't we have breakfast? Yann ordered room service to be sent up." With renewed energy, Aijou climbed out of bed and followed Andra to the dining area where they could enjoy a leisurely meal together while they waited for Bruce and Yann to return from their shopping excursion.
as we arrive home, Yann and I are dressed like girls, while Andra laughs at the sight of our outfit, I look at Aijou and smile softly, then Yann and I say with love to our two women in front of us "HELLO OUR WIVES"
Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of both men dressed in women's clothing. For a brief moment, she was at a loss for words before finally managing to sputter out, "Wha... What is this?" She glanced over at Andra, who was struggling not to laugh herself, and then back to Bruce.
"You knew about this?!" She demanded, her tone accusatory but tinged with amusement as well. She couldn't help but notice the way his eyes met hers, a playful sparkle dancing in their depths. It made her heart race faster, and she found herself feeling increasingly flustered under the weight of all those emotions coursing through her.
"Well," Yann said with a grin, "it was supposed to be a surprise, but since you saw us... do you like it?" Aijou opened her mouth to reply, but no words came out. Instead, she simply stared up at him, her cheeks flushing pink.
After what felt like an eternity, she finally found her voice again. "I-I suppose it's better than the alternative," she admitted reluctantly, a giggle escaping her lips despite herself. The air seemed lighter suddenly, as if they had all shared some private joke that only they could understand.
as I approach Aijour, I kiss her softly and say softly through our kisses "you love my skirt!"I laugh softly at her look
"Mmmm," she hummed against his lips, closing her eyes as he kissed her again. The feel of his soft hair brushing against her cheek sent a shiver down her spine. When they finally pulled apart, she smiled up at him sheepishly. "I'll admit... it's not the worst thing I've ever seen," she said with a giggle.
"Come on then," Yann said, clapping his hands together. "Let's see how well you two make out in these things." He gestured for them to change back into their own clothes while he and Bruce continued to debate the merits of feminine fashion. As Aijou stripped down and slipped on her own clothing once more, she couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with the group, as if they had all shared an intimate moment together...no matter how bizarre it might have been.
while Yann and Andra are making love slowly, Aijou and I watch the scene then I kiss her gently and I lie down on her and I speak to her in French"je t'aime Aijou!"
Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his lips against her ear, the words he spoke sending a wave of warmth and affection coursing through her body. She shivered slightly beneath him, not quite sure what to say in return except the one truth that consumed her heart. "I love you too," she whispered, wrapping her arms around him tightly.
They stayed like that for a long moment, their hearts beating in perfect rhythm as they watched Yann and Andra on the bed before them. It felt right to be here with Bruce, surrounded by their friends who had become so much more than just people they knew; they were family now. In this unconventional way, they had found a place where they belonged together...and that was something Aijou would never take for granted.
while Aijoue and Andra kiss while I fuck Aijou and Yann fucks Andra, I caress Aijou's buttocks and Andra says softly through Aijou's kiss"I'm so jealous of your breasts!"she sucks her breasts gently
Her heart raced as she felt the steady rhythm of Yann's hips moving against hers. The sensation was overwhelming and yet familiar at the same time; it reminded her of all the times they had been intimate before Bruce came into their lives. She arched her back, moaning softly into Andra's kiss as she felt Yann's hands roam lower on her body, his touch making her even more aroused.
"Andra..." she panted between kisses, her voice hoarse from desire and the lack of oxygen in her lungs. "I miss this." She couldn't help but glance over at Bruce as he fucked into Aijou; watching them together only served to intensify her longing for Yann. It was a strange and complex mix of emotions that left her reeling, but she knew deep down that she couldn't deny any of it.
while Andra and Yann are fucking on the couch, Aijou and I are fucking in a coupling way and I say to her softly "Aijou...I'm going...I'm going to cum again!"I hold her buttocks
Her breath came in ragged gasps as she felt the force of his thrusts grow more urgent against her. "So am I," she gasped out, arching her back and meeting his gaze. She felt so full and loved; wanted by both men at the same time. It was an intoxicating sensation that made her limbs feel weak with desire as she neared the edge of release.
"Bruce...Yann..." she whimpered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of their bodies and the moans filling the room. "Don't stop..." The plea tore from her lips as her body tightened around Yann's cock, her orgasm crashing over her in a powerful wave of bliss. Her vision clouded with white light, and she felt like she was floating away on a sea of ecstasy.
As the tremors subsided and her consciousness began to return to her, she realized that Bruce hadn't stopped moving; if anything, he had sped up his thrusts in time with Yann's, clearly intent on bringing himself to the same release. "Oh God," she moaned, throwing her head back as a second orgasm washed over her, sweeping her away once more into the most intense pleasure she'd ever known.
When it finally subsided and she came back down to earth, bruised but glowing from the intensity of the experience, she found that all four of their eyes were locked on hers, filled with a mixture of desire, love...and understanding. There was no shame or judgment in their gazes; only acceptance and desire for more. It was then that Aijou knew, without a doubt, that this arrangement they had made - however unconventional it might seem to outsiders - was exactly what she needed. And
while Aijou and I continue our fuck without stopping,Yann and Andra are in another room while they fuck more brutally more wild,while I look at Aijou,I say to her softly"do you want us to show them how we can get wild too?"
A tiny shiver ran down her spine at the thought of what they could do together in front of Yann and Andra. "I-if you want..." she said hesitantly, a mix of excitement and nervousness coloring her voice. The idea both thrilled and frightened her in equal measure; it was one thing to share each other like this when they were alone, but quite another to do so with their friends watching on.
As if sensing her uncertainty, Bruce slowed his pace slightly, allowing them time to catch their breath before speeding up again. He kissed her deeply, passionately, and she could feel the heat of his body against hers as he ground his hips into hers in a rhythm that was perfectly in sync with Yann's movements across the room.
When they finally came together yet again, their bodies joined by the pleasure coursing through them like electricity, Aijou couldn't help but moan loudly into Bruce's mouth. She felt his hand slip lower between their bodies, finding her clit and circling it in small, teasing circles that sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her entire body. And as he continued to stroke her so perfectly, she knew there was no turning back now; they were committed to showing Yann and Andra just how wild they could truly be.
as the sun rises, I move closer and closer to Aijou in her breasts, I remain calm and asleep with my arms around her body, our bodies are warm to warm our hearts
Her heart fluttered in her chest as she felt the warmth of his breath against her neck. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she shifted slightly, pressing their bodies even closer together. She was grateful for this time they had alone; it was a rare moment where they could simply be with each other without any distractions or outside interference.
As the first rays of dawn peeked through the window, casting a warm glow over them, Aijou couldn't help but feel content. Even though their relationship might not have started in the most conventional way, she knew deep down that it was exactly what she needed. And as long as they had each other, and moments like this one where they could simply be together, nothing else really mattered.
as Aijou gets up, naked, she sees Andra and Andra says "so, girl with big breasts, you came to sleep!"
"Ah, yes," she laughed softly, wrapping her arms around herself as she realized they were both naked now. "It's just so comfortable like this." She smiled at Andra and motioned for her to join them in bed. "There's plenty of room."
as they kiss in the bed next to me and Yann, we wake up and I say softly"but damn Andra, you're stealing my wife!" then Yann looks at me and looks at Aijou and Andra together and he also says"but Aijou you're stealing my wife!" as we look at our two wives, we start to get excited by their beauty
"I think we're all just sharing," she said with a grin, sliding closer to Andra on the bed. The warmth of their bodies felt delicious against her skin, and as they continued to kiss, Aijou couldn't help but feel a thrill run through her at the thought of being wanted by both of them.
She glanced over at Bruce and Yann, who were watching them with expressions that made it clear they were just as aroused by the sight. It was a heady feeling; to be desired so intensely by four people instead of just two. And yet somehow it seemed perfectly natural in this unconventional little world they had created together.
As their kisses grew deeper and more passionate, she let herself get swept up in the moment, losing track of everything but the sensations coursing through her body. It was a reminder that even though their situation might not be perfect according to society's standards, it was perfect for them...and that was all that truly mattered.
as I coldly lift Aijou up and slam her against the wall and penetrate her and I say softly"Fuck....Aijou......her pussy is so good!"as Yann fucks Andra hard
Her heart hammered against her ribs as he roughly took her, pounding into her with brutal force that made her cry out in pleasure. The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever felt before; possessive and demanding but also incredibly arousing. She arched her back, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor as they tangled together like a pair of wild animals.
The sounds of their bodies slapping against each other filled the room, mingling with Yann's grunts of pleasure as he took Andra from behind on the bed. It was an erotic symphony that seemed to fuel their passion even more, pushing them both closer and closer to the edge of release.
As she felt Bruce grow harder inside her, the tension in his body told her that he was close too. Her hands clawed at his shoulders, desperate for purchase as she tried to match his rhythm; needing him to cum with her so they could share this moment together. The air seemed to crackle with anticipation and desire, building up like a storm about to break free.