- Morning threesome. Part 1
- Morning threesome. Part 2
- Morning threesome. Part 3: Unexpectedly
- Morning threesome. Part 4
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into me, making you scream. Yet it was too big, and I was not completely ready.
Vasya did not caress me at all. He stupidly held me by the hips and forcefully pushed his dick into me. Now and then some obscenities, something about “girl”, “lucky”, etc., were taken out of it. I did not try to listen. Gradually, I stretched and moistened properly, and the sensations became pleasant rather than painful. I did not hope to finish, rather I was afraid of it. There was a feeling that if I allowed it to myself, it would be a real betrayal. And so ... as if I'm not guilty.
But as time went on, Vasya did not change his posture, and monotonous sweeping movements purely mechanically turned me on like a spring. Against my will, I felt that I was tightening around this piston more and more, arching steeper and steeper. The man began to spank heavily on the buttocks, apparently it was his kind of caress. It knocked me down, and for some reason the excitement began to recede again.
I began to figure out what was going on over time. Andrei could already go back. It’s about fifteen minutes from the garage, and if he changed his mind about messing around there, he could be soon.
- Husband ... soon ... will come ... - in the pauses between the pushes of the man, I said quietly.
- Blyayya, - Basil hoarse and accelerated, turning into a jackhammer. I could not bear it any longer and just cried into the pillow, dropping my chest on the bedspread. Suddenly, he tore me out of bed and lightly, like a feather, carried to the window. Sliding the curtain aside, he put me to the window sill, tilted it and entered again.
“If you go, if you go, you say,” the lover ordered me, puffing.
Out of shame, I lowered my head, hiding from my transparent reflection behind the hair, but he grabbed my hair and made me look. Tears came to my eyes when I imagined that I could see my husband walking through our yard, hurrying to his beloved. And here I am, in a very unambiguous position, serving a peasant who does not have enough intellect even for half of Andrey.
And then it happened. I saw him, Andrew. He walked around the playground and kept the phone near his ear. A second later, in the hallway, my cell phone rang. Apparently, I wanted to clarify whether it is necessary in the store.
I, suffocating from the next push of Vasily in me, opened my mouth, unable to utter a sound, feeling only a long and thick member of another man, which seemed to reach my heart, making me a shameful female who could not refuse, with big eyes looking at such a familiar figure outside the window
- Andrew! - Finally, I almost cried out. And she finished, sharply, strongly and almost painfully, twitching on the phallus of the man to the crunch in the spine.
- Oh, you're fucking! - Basil roared, and, jumping out of me, almost turning inside out, pulled his shoulder, throwing him on his knees. I hurt my knees on the floor and closed my eyes. The sharp-smelling head immediately pressed to my lips, and I had no choice but to open my mouth. The smell-inducing, astringent lover's seed shook his mouth to the accompaniment of his groans. I choked and swallowed, and the next moment, Vasya was already pulling on his pants and jeans, balancing absurdly on one leg. I wiped my lips, staying on my knees, not really understanding where I was and who I was. My head was spinning and the room was swimming before my eyes. The lover evaporated with enviable experience, I just heard the front door slam behind him.
The phone had ceased for a long time, and I struggled to my feet, found my panties and a bathrobe, and dressed. I opened the window in the bedroom, letting in a fresh breeze into it, and went into the hallway behind the phone. I was just poking at the screen with the intention to call back when Andrew opened the front door with his key.
- What didn't you take? Did not hear?
He on the machine reached out to me for a kiss. I also automatically kissed him on the lips, only then realizing that I was not in the shower, and not that I didn’t brush my teeth, but I did not even drink water. Andrew somehow slowed down and looked at me strangely, at my reddened eyes, a crumpled robe and red knees.
I frantically hugged him, and, hiding my face on his chest, quietly whispered:
- Andrew, we need to talk ...
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He looked confused. Paused. The husband was holding an empty cup of coffee in his hands, occasionally bringing it to his lips, and just as lost again lowered it. Heck! He clearly heard my nonsense from the bedroom about who is better and all that.
It was terribly embarrassing and sad. The experience just experienced dissolves and disappears without a trace. At heart remained only a trace of past debauchery, giving bitterness. I picked the words ...
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Part 2 and immediately 4? what's the catch? The author does not know how to count?
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The third part is for a fee. The fourth, fortunately, is laid out in such a way ... I will support the tenth ... The story is canceled! And what I like about her is realistic!
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Put the top ten, while everything is great. But let's see where the author further tax out. I would not like it to be reduced to the delight of her husband from all that is happening.
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how hard it is to please everyone)
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No need to please. Decide for yourself.
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It just seems like the recognition of the wife and the subsequent revelations of her husband that he had long dreamed about it. Probably everything will be written cool and beautiful, but somehow it is very template. In one week, the GG from a faithful and loving wife turns into a giveaway. That's all. Beautifully written, but nevertheless a patterned story.
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there is another option: a husband in a quarrel kills his wife, and then hangs himself in the bathroom from the pangs of conscience, using her panties as a noose. Here, however, there is not enough erotica ...))
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It is enough to fill the face of that bug, at least somehow, let the wife say that she raped and her husband will forgive her. After which the experiments will be completed, or left only on a reciprocal basis. Not so that everyone could take advantage of his wife, and then her husband said, “I just wanted this guy to take you,” as in more than half of the stories here.
Although your idea is also good, it will be original. Erotic and then you can bring, specifying that the pants were soiled, and writing how / who exactly they were soiled. :)
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Excellent part, excellent cycle of stories) You are one of the best authors on the site, both in the idea and theme of the stories, as well as in the style of presentation and ease of reading :) Do you plan to continue to pay? just for users from other countries there are difficulties with payment.
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As it all rolls down to the fact that the wife is limp whore, honestly not very interesting. Not a drop of pride, not a drop to say NO. Funny and not real.
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The cycle of the story is very decent. And those who shout about the absence of realism, apparently, very poorly know women. The story is very realistic, whatever you might think. And the author is remarkably able to submit it, 10 points, no doubt.
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The story is excellent. Put 10! It is a pity that the third part of the payment. I do not mind the money. But I'm from Ukraine. I tried to transfer money, but nothing happened. It's a pity.
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An amazing story, the author is able to bring the male nerves to an unprecedented height, and then abruptly lower. Masterly possession of the psyche. Everything is beautifully set out and subtly conveyed the nuances of the woman’s perception from the feeling of “something big” inside of her, a wonderful cycle of stories, ascending member ascending 10 s +++
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Quite interesting ... but I would like to know more about the continuation of the "Reader" ...;)
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Lena, it worked out great! Continue on.
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thank))
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Excellent. To decide, of course, to the author, in what vein to develop the plot, but I would like the continuation to go more towards “treason” than “kukold”. But not bl *** yours in its pure form, but exactly as it is now, with moral torments, remorse of conscience and the like.
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Sorry I did not read the third part, using the former communication, oh :) It will be necessary to fork out and thank for everything.
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I generally suggest the author to stop being a bitch and allow her husband to have a mistress. Then fucking all the family will be and no one will be offended.
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Lena, if you are a woman, then you are fucking? But sometimes in the text the logic and thinking of a man slips. Then who are you?
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Good day! I am writing a game with a similar theme. I propose cooperation, I really like your lyrics!
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What kind of cooperation plan?))
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How can I contact you? I have a real story from my life for you.
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real stories are interesting, but unfortunately, there is less and less time for stories)
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One of the most realistic stories on the site ... A continuation is not planned?
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Looking forward to continue / Cool /
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"- Andrew, we need to talk ..." - that's just why, and what ... hmm ...
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