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.
I walk over, turning on a radio for some music. "I like to get into the mood, relax and let some excitement develop naturally. Will you dance with me?"
"Alright...," Orella replies softly before taking off the heels and starting to dance slowly on her socks in front of you. She turns around, giving you a sidelong glance and swaying her hips suggestively. Her breasts bounce gently with each move she makes. "You can touch me... any part of my body."
I walk up behind her, dancing with her. Our hips grind together as we sway to the music. I kiss her neck, my hands wrapping around her to slowly tease her tits. I roll her nipples. "You're a very beautiful woman
Orella moans quietly and arches her back into your touch as you stroke her and grind against her. She doesn't want to seem overeager, but the feel of your hands on her breasts and hips is driving her crazy. "Mmm, that feels good..." she whispers.
Her socked feet slide along the carpet, trying to find a rhythm with the music. She turns around in your arms, her breasts brushing against your chest as they dance together. Her eyes meet yours and her lips part slightly as you continue teasing her body. "You make me feel... really good..." she breathes out.
I kiss her. "See, even just a few moments of connection like this heighten the physical and romantic connection." I unzip my pants, revealing my 12 inch cock. I push her g-string to the side, lifting her off her feet and impaling her on my cock.
Orella lets out a surprised gasp as you pick her up and impale her on your cock. She's too overcome with pleasure to fight it. Her thighs clamp around your waist as you fuck her against the bedroom wall, her breasts bouncing free above your head. "Oh god," she moans out, arching her back and meeting every thrust with one of her own.
Her fingers twitch, wanting to reach for something... anything... to hold on as you take her hard and fast against the cold wall. A small sob escapes her lips as she comes around your cock, waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She's panting heavily now, leaning back into the cool wall for support. "Don't stop," she gasps out between kiss-moans.
I kiss her hard. "I don't think I could stop. You're some tight, wet, responsive, and beautiful..." I keep thrusting.
Her nails dig into your shoulders as she moans into the kiss, meeting every thrust with her own movements. She whimpers and gasps as pleasure overtakes her senses, her body trembling against yours. "Please..." she whispers between breaths. "...more... harder." Her legs quiver and tighten around you, urging you onward. Orella's face flushes with arousal, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of her nose as you continue to take her against the wall.
I thrust as hard as I can, moaning as I fuck her. I'm gasping for air. "I can't hold out much more... where should I?"
Her fingers dig into your shoulder as she moans through gasping breaths, trying to hold on while you drive deeper and harder. "Don't... stop... please," she whispers between gasps, her voice breaking with desire. Her body tenses and quiver as she feels the wave of pleasure rising up from her core, threatening to consume her. She arches into your thrusts, meeting each one with needy urgency. "Inside..." she pants, eyes rolling back in her head as her inner walls clench tight around you. "...just like that..." Her nails dig deeper into your shoulder as the release comes crashing down upon them both, washing over her body in a wave of heat and pleasure. Her toes curl tightly beneath her, muscles trembling with effort as she holds on for dear life, moaning long and loud through each shuddering breath. "Yesss..." she pants, voice rough from the pleasure. "...more... please..."
I take a few breaths. "You're so sexy..." my hands play with her ass as I carry her to bed.
Her golden eyes flicker open at the praise, a slow smile tugging on her lips as you carry her to bed. "Thank you," she whispers softly before pulling your head down for another passionate kiss, arching into you with need and desire. She moans against your lips, pressing herself as close as she can get while nails dig into the flesh of your shoulders once more.
Orella's breasts press flush against your chest as her body trembles from the lingering effects of her orgasm, leaving her completely open and ready for whatever you may do next. Her legs wrap tightly around your hips, urging you to go deeper, harder, faster. "Please," she gasps out between kisses. "Just take me..."
"Of course." I ram into her, fucking her harder and harder.
Her back arches off the bed as you take her hard, filling her up and leaving no doubt as to who she belongs to. Her head thrashes from side to side on the pillow, her hair spilling out around her in a sea of black silk. Orella's hands claw at the sheets beneath them, digging for purchase as you pound into her over and over again. "Oh God! I need more!" she gasps, her voice hoarse from the pleasure. Her hips rise to meet your thrusts, her body greedy for each inch of you.
Her nails scrape harshly down your back as you continue to take her without mercy, driving her closer and closer to oblivion. She can feel herself beginning to lose control again, the pleasure too much for her senses to handle. "More... harder... please..." Her legs tremble as they tighten around your waist, begging for that final release she's sure is just beyond reach if only you keep going like this.
I look at her. "Cum on my cock."
"Oh god..." Orella moans out as she feels herself start to lose control again. "Cumming..." Her nails rake down your back and her legs tremble, holding on for dear life as her body is wracked with waves of pleasure. She arches into you, meeting each thrust as if it were her last, her breath coming in shuddering gasps as the orgasm crashes over her once more. "Yes!" she cries out, eyes squeezing shut and mouth opening wide as the pleasure washes over her.
Her body twitches and convulses beneath you, nails digging into your back as she clenches tightly around your cock, milking it until every last drop of release has been wrung from her core. She whispers your name over and over again, her voice hoarse and breathless from the force of her orgasm. Only then does she collapse back onto the bed, gasping for air as her body slowly begins to return to normal.
I lay next to her, holding her closely. I smile at her. "This was fantastic, Orella." Even as I speak, I can see her falling asleep.
Orella nuzzles against your chest, breathing in the scent of you that clings to your skin. Her body feels heavy and sated, content in a way it never has before. She lets out a soft humming noise as her eyelids grow heavy, fighting to stay awake for just a moment longer. But the sleepiness wins out and she succumbs to it easily, surrendering herself fully into your embrace. Her breathing slows and deepens, becoming more regular with every passing second until it matches the steady rhythm of yours. In her dreams, she is safe and happy, surrounded by nothing but love and acceptance... and you.
I quietly slip out of bed without waking Orella. I get her a glass of water and some aspirin, leaving it on the bedside table in case she wakes sore. I kiss her forehead as she sleeps, and quietly slip from the room, closing her door and sitting on the couch to wait for Natalie to get home.
As you slip out of bed and leave Orella sleeping peacefully, your mind can't help but wander to the sensual encounter you just shared with her. The feel of her body beneath yours, the sounds she made as she came undone... It leaves you hard as a rock despite the lengthy bout of passionate lovemaking. You wonder how she'd react if you were to join her in slumber for just a few short minutes, your body aching for contact with hers once more.
The thought of pleasuring her again makes your heart race and your cock twitch. Perhaps... no, it would be too much. She needs her rest after such an intense experience. You decide instead to wait patiently on the couch until Natalie returns home, hoping that she'll have had similar success finding someone worthy of being their partner in life -and-law.
With a deep sigh, you close your eyes and try to ignore the throbbing between your legs as you picture the beautiful and fierce woman who has given you this chance at belonging to someone... somewhere. Soon enough, exhaustion catches up with you, and despite everything, you drift off into fitful sleep, dreams of the future intermingled with vivid memories of Orella's soft body writhing under yours.
I smile at Natalie as she gets home. I wave for her to sit on the couch so we can talk.
Natalie nods at you, a small smirk curving her lips as she approaches the couch and sits down gracefully. "Well? How'd it go?" She leans in slightly, expectantly. You can see the unspoken question in her eyes; did Orella enjoy herself? Did he treat her right? Did you make the correct choice in bringing him here tonight? She folds her hands primly in her lap, waiting for your response.
"Orella is a lovely woman, who was vert satisfied. I actually wanted to talk about you. Are you sure you're okay with this?" My eyes shine with care, and it's clear I don't want to hurt either of them. But Natalie's focus seems to be on the large bulge in my pants.
Natalie's cheeks flush slightly as she glances at your crotch and back up to meet your eyes again. "I trust you, Taran," she says softly, licking her lips. There's a hint of desire in her voice that hadn't been there before. "If you think Orella enjoyed herself... then so can I." She leans forward, pushing the sleeves of her blouse up past her elbows, revealing smooth, pale skin dotted with freckles. Her fingers dance lightly across the lace edge of her bra as she bites her lower lip and watches you from under hooded lids. "I'm ready whenever you are."
I look at her. "Okay... but only if you think you're both okay with this..." I still don't want to hurt them, but the demanding way that my hands roam Natalie's body show that I find her irresistible.
Orella moans softly in her sleep, stirring restlessly but not waking up as she feels warm hands on her body. Natalie glances at the woman beside you and gives a small smile. "She's fine," she assures you, leaning closer to brush her breasts against yours before taking your hand and placing it between her legs. "We trust each other," she whispers hoarsely. Her breath hitches as she feels your fingers slipping inside of her, so wet from Orella's arousal earlier. Her lips part in a gasp and she arches into the touch, moaning softly. "Yes... like that..." She reaches up to cup your cheek, pulling you down for another hungry kiss as your fingers stroke and tease her sensitive folds.
Her thighs press tightly against yours, urging you onward as she clings to the feeling of being wanted and desired by two men. Her head rolls back against the couch with each moan, eyes closed in bliss as pleasure washes over her once more. "Don't stop... please..."
Her fingers thread through your hair, holding you close while her body trembles and quakes beneath your touch. Her hips buck up off the couch, seeking more contact with your hand as she strains for release. "I want you both... together..." She moans out hoarsely. "Make me come again..."
I thrust into Natalie. "I hope this doesn't complicate things... but both of you are so hot and irresistible." My cock starts pounding into her, claiming her core.
Natalie gasps as you thrust into her, her body arching off the couch in response. "Oh god... that feels good..." she moans out, clutching at your shoulders for support. "More!" she demands breathlessly, pressing herself harder against you with each powerful stroke. She glances down to where Orella lies sleeping, her expression a mix of pleasure and guilt as the two parts of her life merge together in this moment. But she can't bring herself to regret it; the feel of you inside her is too intense, too addictive. Her breath catches in her throat as she nears the edge, her thighs trembling with effort as she meets your thrusts with hers, begging for release. "So good..." she whispers hoarsely before crying out into a shuddering moan as her orgasm washes over her.
Her nails dig into your shoulders and her toes curl in response, body tense and quivering from the power of the climax. As it fades away, leaving her boneless and sated, she leans back against the couch, panting heavily. "I trust you with us," she whispers, eyes heavy-lidded with desire as she watches Orella sleep peacefully beside them both. "Just... please don't forget who we are."
Her fingers comb through your hair, urging you closer for another kiss before she nudges your hand back to where it was, still wet from her arousal. She shivers as she feels Orella's breath tickle the bare skin of her neck. "I need... both of you," she whispers, biting her lip nervously. "Please?"
I kiss you hard. "We're here for you. I could never leave either of you. Both of you are so perfect in your own way..."
Natalie closes her eyes and leans into the kiss, her body still warm from your touch despite the cool air flowing around them. Her fingers dance across the fabric of your shirt, tracing patterns on your skin as she nuzzles closer. "I... I hope that's true," she whispers hoarsely when you pull away for breath. "Because I can't imagine being without either of you."
She swallows hard, feeling the knot of guilt twist in her gut again as she thinks about what they've done. But it's overwhelmed by the desire and need that still burns hot within her, leaving little room for anything but wanton passion. "Please... don't leave me wanting more," she pleads softly. "I can't handle it..."
Her hips shift restlessly against the couch, seeking some small bit of comfort or relief from the ache between her legs. She glances at Orella once more, feeling guilty for using her like this, but unable to deny herself the pleasure she craves. "Make love to me again," she whispers, voice barely audible over their shared breaths. "Please."