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Fast forward some four years. After more clandestine meetings, we'd made our affection clear to both our children and their respective grandparents. Whilst not all had been plain sailing through unruffled waters, our merged families enjoyed the renewed zest for life that Mary and I clearly displayed.As for us, we had had many conversations about advantages and potential problems such a blending could produce. However, those talks had usually ended up with us making love (yes, that's what it had become) with even more passion. We knew every square inch of each other. Even more so now that she'd shaved most of my pubic hair off and found the tiny scars left after my vasectomy! Those had been examined in much detail by her tongue and mouth. For my part, I'd*thoroughly*examined in the minutest detail the equally tiny scars still evident from when her 'tubes' were tied. Mary designated them our badges of life.Our love and lust for each other have not diminished but*developed into an easiness that means we can touch and tease each other during the day. For example, knowing that when the children are in their beds, we can explore the sensitised areas of our bodies to the full. It can start anywhere, kitchen, sitting-room, or even on the stairs as we retire for the night. One evening, after a particularly passionate time, when I'd aroused her to several orgasms, culminating in mine, the spasms of which set her off again, and our breathing had settled back to normal, we were holding hands when she hesitantly started to speak but stopped after only a few words. Gently, I nuzzled one of her still hard nipples and murmured for her to continue. She asked: "Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have a threesome?"To say her question surprised me can only be described as an archetypal understatement. I looked at Mary and saw that her head was turned away and I realised she was perhaps embarrassed at having voiced her thought. Caressing her flank, I told her I had sometimes wondered but only as a fleeting thought. Of course, I had to add the question: "Why do you ask?"I heard her take a deep breath and*pause, perhaps deciding whether or not to continue. She explained that there had been only Kadıköy Escort (http://www.atasehirmos.com/) two people with whom she'd had a full sexual relationship, her late husband and me. She wanted to experience more but not without me there. That I could understand but then she tacked on the 'extra'. She wanted to experience two cocks inside her at the same time. Two surprises in only a few minutes!* Also, knowing our mutual dislike of anal play, that could only mean one thing.I digested all this and not wanting the silence to signify disapproval, I turned on my side, leant over,*took her head between both my hands, and kissed her deeply, devouringly. She couldn't help but feel my cock hardening rapidly against her tummy. Her legs splayed and I slipped inside her still lubricated tunnel.At first, we were gentle but this speedily turned into*hard and fast plain fucking, each of us simply eager to take the pleasure the other body could give. Our passions rose to the occasion, our peaks rapidly approaching. I felt my erection being clamped and released as her climax pulsed through her lower regions. We'd stopped kissing, each absorbed in our own greedy sensations yet realising the effect we were having on the other.I'd propped myself up on my extended arms, looking down at her head thrashing from side to side. Then, I'd looked down to see the space between us rapidly opening and closing as we thrust ever harder at each other. Her orgasm arrived only seconds before mine and her*spasms were still occurring as I pumped the last of my diminished reserves into her. Holding myself there, I waited for Mary's to subside. Finally, her eyes opened and I quietly asked her if that was a satisfactory answer. Neither of us had the breath to laugh so we simply clung stickily to each other as we waited, yet again, for our breathing to stabilise.Once we could speak, my somewhat warped sense of humour reasserted itself and I remarked that the logistics of arranging so many partners would be difficult. (I should explain here that I'd had four lovers, post-marriage) Quick as a flash she retorted: "Who said I only wanted to match numbers." Fortunately, our bed was sturdy enough to withstand the Kadıköy Escort Bayan (http://www.atasehirmos.com/) mock fight and ribald laughter which ensued.We could have our noisy, funny, and sexual times together without much fear of interruption as when we'd started on the journey of blending our families. Mary and I agreed that we should have a home that was ours and our children's without 'before' memories. The two older ones wholeheartedly joined the venture and my younger one also. Thus, we'd bought a five-bedroomed property about midway between our previous homes which meant that the two older ones could continue their moves to their intended senior schools and the younger stay at the one to which he was accustomed. For us, we had what was effectively a complete suite on the top floor of one wing comprising a bedroom, en suite shower, and a study.Following our night of Mary's revelations, my agreement, and our subsequent deliciously sexual frolics, planning was begun. Deliberately intending*to surprise her, I bought a veined dildo of*similar size to my own erection. Next time we were making love, I ensured it was within easy but hidden reach. Once she was on top of me and easing her way towards her, I think, third climax but still lying on my chest, I surreptitiously got hold of it, reached round, and started to put*it inside her. Her eyes flew open and she started to resist. Hushing her and kissing her, I continued to insert it. Resistance melted away to be replaced by murmured 'Ooohs and Aaahs'. In and out it went. I found a rhythm which meant I could move my own cock either in unison with the artificial one or alternately.This rapidly carried her along her journey and she was patently enjoying the new sensations as she climaxed with one of the most spectacular orgasms I've ever witnessed or felt. Completely spent, she lay on me with two cocks inside, purring like a contented cat.Now that we knew she could physically accept two, we had to somehow arrange how to find that third person. Here, we were helped by the then relatively new internet. It was moving from the 'dial-up' to the system more familiar to modern eyes. Importantly for us, this meant our landline Escort Kadıköy (http://www.atasehirmos.com/) wasn't engaged whilst in use. We would not have been popular with our older children considering the amount of time we spent looking. Eventually, we found a likely candidate who lived outside our area, was a few years older than us and, equally as important for me, professed himself to be entirely non-bisexual.We arranged to meet one lunchtime at a bar/restaurant on a day which fitted our three work schedules. In the time before that, Mary and I experimented with sexual positions which would, we thought, enable us all to achieve our mutual objective as easily as possible. We had a number of failures and tried some which were too complex. Needless to say, we thoroughly enjoyed the inevitable conclusion to all those attempts. Eventually, we settled upon me being on my back with my legs over the side of the bed and underneath her. Not only could we watch each other but it meant the third person had easy access to his objective. Importantly, if either of us wanted it all to stop, for any reason, we could communicate that.Our meeting went well, we enjoyed his company and a few sexually-orientated innuendoes flowed back and forth. The result was that we arranged a time and a place. As we all rose to part company, I noticed something that took me by surprise - his trousers displayed the distinctive outline of an erection. Mary must have noticed as she gave him a somewhat lingering goodbye kiss. Hurrying back to our car, we sped off home, dashed to our bedroom, and proceeded to unleash our pent-up sexual desire. It was fast, furious, sweaty, and ultimately very, very sticky. We lay panting, pulses racing and holding hands. When calmer, we looked at each other and more or less giggled like children who'd opened a new toy. Except we now knew him to be a very adult toy.Later, when the children had arrived home and*eventually gone to their beds,* we made love much more slowly, renewing our knowledge of every square inch of the other's body. Relaxing in the afterglow, we held hands and almost simultaneously said: "Only seven days to go."*I hadn't voiced to Mary my lingering doubts about the reality of having another man's cock next to mine rather than an artificial one. I'd seen enough of the real ones in the communal showers at some swimming pools, differences were very apparent - occasionally, one would be almost erect from the 'busyness' of male hormones. I did know, though, I had no interest in sampling any of them.