1. two puppets

We have been together for a long time, not all of life, but most of it. We love each other, of course. Sometimes sitting in some cafe or bar, often it is “Dostoevsky”, he bowed his head to my ear whispers softly “do you want us to be three today? Do you want us to love you? Just show me her, choose her, find her. ”

I certainly love him. He wants three of us ... He, me and she. He does not understand that if She appears, if I still find Her, I will not need him anymore. My favorite, my naive ...

I've been looking for her for a long time. I am looking persistently and persistently, every day, every minute. Without missing a single face, not a single gesture.

“Is it so hard to find her, baby?” He asks me for the umpteenth time. "Are there so few attractive women around?" There are many of them, I look at them and look for that one.

“Do you want us to take this one?” He quietly shows me to a passing waitress. “How is she bad?” Well, what do you dislike about her? ”I look at the girl picking up glasses from our table ... tall, slim, with a straight nose and clever eyes. I see that He wants her, I see that he wants me and Her. Two of us. "Honey, well, if you like her, we can take her."

- You say, about her as about some dog, but I like it. - He frowns.

- but I see that she is pretty to you ... if you want, take it to yourself.

- you not offended?

- not...

night, we parted apart. At home I am waiting for Him, and, of course, Her.

Everything is not so difficult. Our plan is almost always the same ... he finds it. Looking for her for me. And he finds it all for himself. This is not his fault. He needs all these women for one night. I need it for a long time. But I do not find it.

I sit in the kitchen, drink orange juice, see their reflection in the mirror. Yes, this is exactly the same girl, the waitress from “Dostoevsky”. He kisses her, simultaneously unbuttoning her jacket, she tries to pull off his windbreaker. Here he takes her to the room. I finish my juice, my glass, put it on the sideboard and follow them.

Shine. As usual, extinguished. He has already laid her on the bed and is busy with some sort of clasps. I take the remote to turn on the music. A minute thought, a sudden silly thought ... “can they get something from Rammstein? So that it came out more energetically? ”))) But right there I twitch myself, why torture Him? I turn on the Enigma disk. Trite, but come down.

- Honey, did you turn on the music? I hear Her voice.

- yes, do you like it? He throws a reproachful glance in my direction over his shoulder.

- I like ... she whispers.

He slowly undresses Her. Kisses Her lips, neck. She runs her fingers through His blond hair. He goes down below, removes her bra, kisses her breasts. I look at Her and know how She feels. Light kisses of His lips, His hot breath, the touch of His cool fingers. When her nipples harden, He will first lick them, and then start nibbling slightly. She moans softly and presses his head to her chest. He squeezes Her breasts more, putting his lips into her nipples. Then she removes Her, kisses Her belly, slides her tongue on it, reaching the navel, stops and covers it with light kisses.

... I look at them and try to guess what he is today? Gentle and affectionate? Or is it just a prelude? There is no jealousy in me, rather curiosity, because I don’t know how the game will end today, and how it will take a turn ...

He came down even lower and now kneels on the carpet, She lies on the bed and Her legs are on his shoulders. He kisses her hips, caresses them with skillful hands. Runs her hand between her legs. She whispers something to him, but I cannot discern words. Spreads the doors of her lips, leans and begins to lick them. Slides the tongue over him, finds the clitoris and slowly drives it up and down. She moans louder and begins to tremble in His hands. His finger penetrates her, he starts moving it inside her. While His tongue excites Her clitoris. With both hands He spreads Her lips, kisses Her, licks sucks Her all.She fights in His hands, as in convulsions. Her whole body is as if distorted by the current. She wriggles in orgasm, choking in her own scream. But He does not stop. All the same, just speeding up to a maximum pace, pulls her clitoris with her tongue, bites her sponges, moves her fingers all the way into Her. She moves in time with the movements of His hand.

... I look at them, and it seems to me that these are not two people making love. No, it seems to me that inside She has some sort of complicated mechanism, that She is a doll in his hands. And here He moves some special levers inside her, forcing Her to bend back, make sounds, squeeze His shoulders ...

When her moans gradually subside, he gets up from his knees, sits on the bed and moves closer to her. She opens her eyes and kisses him. He hugs her by the shoulders, lays her on the bed, puts some pillows under her head. Leaning on them, she finds herself in a half-sitting position. He takes her hands, turns them on her head, so that her chest rises, and her nipples are now looking straight up. He holds her hands tightly, and he moves closer to her. Rises almost over her head, bends down a little and she immediately begins to caress his cock with her lips. She wants to free her hands to caress him. But I can hear him whispering to her so that she would do it only with her lips and tongue. She kisses him, sucks in herself. Closing her eyes, she then lets him out of her mouth, then takes it back.

I can see the muscles in his back tighten. I see that it all covers trembling. I hear his moans. He begins to enter her mouth deeper and faster. She is trying to move away a little from him, probably he takes her too deep into her mouth. But he cannot do anything, he cannot move his head because of the pillows, and he squeezes her hands just as hard. He moves in sharp jerks, jerks, then speeding up the pace, then slowing it down, but entering as deep as possible.

Quietly, so as not to attract her attention, I dismount from the chair, walk up to the bed. He turns around, he always feels, even his back, when I approach him. Makes a gesture, probably meaning that my turn to be involved in the game. Why not? He wants, but it’s not difficult for me and I don’t mind if it pleases him.

He still continues to move over her, planting deeply and deeply in her mouth. I quietly look at her, I see in her eyes a glimmer of fear. Then I sit down between her legs on the floor, just as he sat caressing Her a few minutes ago. I run my hand over her stomach. She shudders. How else? She did not know that I was here all the time. She thought there were only two of them. She tries to break free, or at least say something, but cannot. His hands are tightly squeezed, but he continues to push his cock into her mouth.

I spend on her pubis with my fingers, play with soft hairs, part her lips. She shudders again. Inside, everything is wet and hot. I blow on it, as if I want to cool a little. I start to drive palm between her lips, in a circle. At first she seems to freeze, but after a moment she begins to move her hips to the beat of my hand. I begin to drive with my palm, speeding things up. Until I reach the speed with which He moves his cock in her mouth. Their bodies move in the same rhythm. He is above her, she is beneath me. I feel that another second, and she will finish. Then I abruptly remove her hand from her. She is again trying to break free, but this time not because of that. That it is difficult for her to breathe, but in order to bring herself to orgasm, beat yourself. But again he does not give her free hands. On the contrary, he squeezes her wrists even more and inserts his penis even deeper into her mouth. He begins to choke, trying to escape. He rises above her to give her breath. She wants to say something, but only tries to speak, as he again introduces a member into her open mouth. But now it does not move to the full depth and very slowly. She begins to suck dick, lick his head, slightly nibbling on him.

He groans. His whole back is wet. Sweat beads glide along the spine.

I push the flap of her lips apart again.I start to drive the tongue around the clitoris, slightly touching it from time to time, inside it is already all wet. I lick the moisture, kiss his clit and start sucking it. At first quietly, almost insensitive to her. But then more and more. Sucking it out. She wriggles and moans softly. I keep sucking it and nibbling it lightly. I know she hurts a little. But it is a sweet pain. I throw her legs on his shoulders, she leans on them and lifts her hips. I try to penetrate it as deeply as possible. Then again I continue to caress her clitoris, having pressed two fingers to him and running them from side to side. I lick the finger of the other hand and put it inside it. I move it inside it, then I insert the second finger. Her moans are louder and louder. She almost goes to scream. I move my fingers in her, caress her tongue. I feel how she trembles under me. He, too, is starting to move faster and faster. Their bodies seem to be obsessed with some kind of crazy dance. But it seemed that something had exploded in her, she was rushing around the bed with loud moans. He finished literally a second later in her open mouth. She tried to swallow all his liquid. He kissed her lips. I know he loves his taste.

I quietly got up, went to the door, looked at them. Two puppets lie on the bed, someone pulled out all those strings, thanks to which they could move. Now they lie exhausted, tired, powerless.

I left the room. She left the apartment, closing the door behind her with a key for two turns. She will not know who was the third, although perhaps she will guess. Although what's the difference.

I sit in the “Perfect Cup”, drink hot chocolate. He has an hour and a half to send her home. I look around. Everywhere I look for Her, that one, which will be Mine. Which will I choose.

... A week later we are back at Griboedov. He and I. We, of course, love each other. “Do you want us three?” He whispers softly. The waitress brings us dinner. That same waitress. He looks at her with a friendly look. She smiles waryly at him and squints in my direction. I smile at her with a kind open look - “another glass of orange juice, please”.

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