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Ellen’s Saturday

 

Saturday morning came up and I began to clean and prepare the apt. for Ellen’s visit and dinner. I planned the food, even changed bed linen just in case Ellen and I decided to sleep together tonight . . . . I prepared my clothing. I had one of those dresses that had a size smaller than my real size. It had a combination of cotton and spandex that made it cling to my body. I was dressing up for a passionate conquest. Yes, I was in love and did not care that it was with a woman. I wanted her and I was going to have her. Now the question was if she wanted me.

 

I was going to give this woman no alternative. I would be in a silver platter for her enjoyment. My dress was an easy removal. I would not wear any undergarments. A quick pull up and I was totally naked in front of Ellen. I was ready when at about 4:30 in the PM my doorbell rang. We had really not said any specific hour but this was fine. I opened the door and saw the most beautiful thing there at my doorstep. Ellen had also prepared for conquest. She was wearing one of those spandex athletic shorts and one of those spandex athletic brassieres. She had like a halter top to cover the bra but I could see that it was a loose halter. Her body was accentuated by this type of clothing and she looked awesome. She was a sight to see!! She came inside and we both went for each other. The passion between us had no doubts. We kissed, she pressed me against the wall and I felt her nipples through all that clothing. Hers and mine. That is how hard her nipples were and how muscular Ellen really was. I thought that Ellen also does nipple aerobics. I laughed a little and Ellen asked - what?? Told her my private joke and she laughed . . .   a lot.

 

I told her to go to the living room (LR) that I would bring her a goblet of wine and some cheese to munch a bit. She did not release me. She held my hands and made me walk to the kitchen with her. When we got to the kitchen Ellen again kissed me hard. I returned the kiss with the same passion. Our tongues were doing a dance inside our mouths and I was pretty much convinced what I said earlier. Ellen is mine. I am real glad I decided to change the linen on my bed. We were going to have very passionate sex ALL night. We took the wine and cheese and we made it to the LR.

 

Ellen opened her mouth to speak and I said, no, let me start. Ellen, you should have no doubts that I have fallen in love with you. Hard. You should not question my motives for tonight. I really wanted to speak with you and explore this relationship with some logical rational. When I opened the door and saw you I knew that there was no logical rationalization for my love for you. This love I have for you is real and is a feeling that does not require rationalizations. Today I love you immensely. I ask that you try to work this love with me. If you don’t I would suffer . . .   a lot. But, no it is not your fault that I have fallen in love with you. Ellen put a finger on my lips and said, Annie, I am also in love with you. Yes I want to be with you. I want to move here with you and make love to you every night of our lives.

 

Ellen continued. I am coming out also of a previous love that after 4 years was not working any more. So, although we may feel in a rebound and hence a weak love, I am convinced that this relationship is good for both of us. I said to Ellen, - regarding moving in I feel that that part we must take a bit slower. I need to see how the girls would react to mami having a new lover and how they would react that the lover was you. I know they like you as a friend of mami. I also need to sound my parents off. It is a lesbian relationship and society does not look well yet at these relationships. I personally could care less what society thinks about us. But other members of my family need to know what I want. Right now we can count with the Wednesdays that Mike takes the girls and the week ends he has them. Once we do some ground work, then I would love for you to move in with me. I love you and want to make love to you every night of the rest of our lives.

 

So, unless you want to say something more about lesbianism that you feel is something that is needed to be said, I would love to put that subject in a drawer. I love you and I do not care what society may or may not say about lesbian love.

 

Ellen said that she understood and that she would work with me to acquaint all her family to us. She also said that the days that I would sleep without her would be painful because she also fell hard for me. However, before putting the “L” word in a drawer she wanted to clarify something for me. Lesbianism is a term of the past. Lesbianism is one of those labels that past societies put on the love of same sex, in this case you and me. Lesbianism was a connotation of “wrong”. It was also considered perversion only because the mentality of society was too “religionized”. When in fact, if love is pure what does it has to do with whether is between two same sex individuals. As long as the individuals are OK with it and it is performed like any other sex, behind closed doors, who really gives a hoot.    

 

How can you call evil the love I feel for you and the love you feel for me. In the old societies Lesbianism was forbidden by religious misunderstandings. When I was born, my parents did not say, - Oh, what a beautiful Ellen. Let us educate her as a lesbian. I did not go to classes to learn lesbianism. I was not abused by anybody as a child or when growing up. There was nothing strange in my life that put me into lesbianism. As a matter of fact I was in love with a boy and lost my virginity with him on our senior year.

 

We graduated and he went to a University far from our homes. Out of not being close and not having a lot of contact we both fell out of our love. I did not get involved with a woman because men were bad. No, one day in a party and drunk I made love to a girl. The next morning among the haziness of the situation I began exploring my involvement with this girl. It was her first also. We both lived for a while together and we both realized that we loved women.

 

We did not stay together for a long time but we both realized that we had found something about us that was there although not recognized. I began visiting lesbian’s bars     

  And fell in love with one of the girls. A sweet and beautiful girl. Her mother became very ill and she had to move to help her father. Her mother died of cancer and she was devastated. She came back to me but she was in no position of continuing with our love. I tried to keep her but it was very difficult for me and her. We parted very amicable. We still write each other. She is married and with kids. All we do is send Christmas and birthday cards. I fell in love again. This was Toni and this was the last. We broke up and that is that. Now I love you and I want to work real hard for your love.

 

I was really happy that she said all that. I know Ellen wants to assure me that the past is just that, past. And I love her for that. She kissed me again and we went to the kitchen to bring the food and eat. I told her that I have a surprise for her after dinner. So, we ate, clean after, put the dishes in the dishwasher and went to the LR. Ellen was asking for her surprise. I sat her in the couch and kissed her. And I kissed her again and again. Ellen was responding as passionate as myself. We both were getting warm and hot. I am sure that Ellen’s pussy was getting wet because mine was. Then I stood up and asked her if she was ready for her surprise. She said - YEAH, don’t make me suffer more . . . . I grabbed the skirt part of the dress and removed it all leaving me naked right there in front of my love. She jumped, grabbed me and squeezed me to kiss me with abandon and to kiss my nipples and to move her hands to my pussy and to just make love, no, to have sex with me.

 

I was wanting Ellen’s tongue in my pussy and I was wanting it NOW. I moved her, dragging her to the couch and I laid down. I wanted Ellen to jump at my pussy. But before, in a very quick move, she removed her tops and her breasts became free for me to eat them. Ellen got to my pussy and began the process of eating me. I said something about she being full of food. She said, food yes, your pussy not. And she began doing me. Her tongue traveling all over my pussy. At times on the clit, at times on the labia and at times trying to penetrate me as much as possible. In one of those penetrations I cum. And she ate all my juices. And she said how good the juices tasted. And she spent some more time at my pussy and she was giving me orgasm after orgasm. After the second orgasm I lost count. It seems that they went for ever. She allowed me my aftershocks but she did not stop kissing. She traveled from my pussy to my mouth traveling through my body with kisses and tongue. And my aftershocks were really great!.

 

After a while I stood up, grabbed Ellen by a hand and took her upstairs to my bedroom. I put her on the bed, removed her shorts and began to eat her pussy. Again it reminded me of Mike’s comments. Pussy tastes so great that it is a sin not to eat them. This time I think that Ellen’s pussy tasted better. The previous time, last night, there was a bit taste of chemicals from the Jacuzzi. Tonight Ellen’s pussy tasted like the finest elixirs man has made. Oh, God what a GREAT way to end a meal. And we were not done yet. I felt Ellen’s orgasm building. Ellen is one of those women that move a lot while love making. She was electrified. I don’t move as much when having sex.

 

Ellen exploded and I drank all the sex juices coming out of her pussy. I could see that I did a great job eating Ellen. She said so and she thank me for it. I replied that love does not require an expression of thanks. It required just more of it. Ellen said, Annie you are a beautiful romantic. Ellen continued, come up from down there. I want to kiss you and feel your nipples on my breasts. I want you to feel my nipples on your breasts. I forgot to mention that Ellen and I are about the same height so our nipples will touch each other a lot! I did so.

 

Once on the top part of my bed I opened a drawer on a night table and pulled a double headed dildo that Mike bought and he tried to fuck me on my two holes once. Pussy and ass. But the ass part it seems that he did not prepare it well because it hurt a lot. So I have had this dildo hidden in my closet waiting for an occasion. I really did not know what occasion. It seemed a possibility this afternoon when I was preparing for Ellen. But not knowing well yet about lesbianism and dildo fucking, I asked Ellen if it was alright to use this. She basically said that it was a tool to pleasure each other and if I wanted, she would want it too. Both our pussys were getting a bit dry and we needed to moist them up again. Some heavy kisses did the trick. I asked her if she was ready for my fucking her. She said YEAH, I am ready. Are you ready to receive me inside of you?? She retorted. YEAH, I am ready.

 

We sat on the bed facing each other. We came close. Cock close. I penetrated her with one side of the dildo, she penetrated me with the other side. Ellen pushed herself to bury the dildo deeper. By doing this she also buried my half deeper. And our labia was now touching. We sat there motionless but kissing each other very passionately. Between kisses she said, Oh Annie I have been wanting to fuck you for the longest time. But I realized that you needed time to grief over the divorce and I have been waiting patiently for you. Oh, I really wanted to fuck you. I really wanted to feel you in my arms and trembling of orgasms. I wanted to satisfy your sex. I wanted to fuck you, and fuck you and fuck you. Still neither her nor I had move. We were savoring that our pussy’s were filled. And the labias touching. Our nipples were hard and we both were ready for a great fuck.

 

It was an interesting situation. I, figuratively as a man, was fucking my lover. Myself as a woman was being fucked by my lover. Ellen moved first. Slowly. We were both on uncharted territory. I countermoved. I felt the motion inside of me and began realizing that this idea we were going to do it again. The idea is great and producing on me the sensation wanted. Ellen moved a little more brisk and her labia “hit” my labia. I felt the blood rushing to feel my labia. And with every penetrating move I felt more excited. More sexually satisfying. I was moving and Ellen was counter moving on me. We developed a rhythm that was going to take us to our orgasmic explosion. In-out, in-out, in-out. The friction on the walls of my pussy were great. I even think that Ellen was hitting my G spot. I began my orgasm and so did Ellen. The feeling of satisfying Ellen this way I had not felt before.

 

She was fucking me and at the same time I was fucking her. Really, only women with a double headed dildo can experience this sex. We do have more love holes than men. One day I may introduce Ellen to the twins. We could have them and maybe Bob (gym-guy) and I would have three cocks inside of me. Men can not do that. But that is going to be a conversation for later on when our love is more firm. I feel that I am becoming a slut. Well, that is not entirely because of Ellen and my renewed sexual thoughts. Mike started to get me to be a slut in our bed. He is the one that brought all the sex toys, all the porno films, and all the ideas of more aggressive love making.

 

The dildo penetrated us well and we enjoyed a good fuck. After the aftershocks we both fell somewhat tired and we fell embracing each other, very tight and with the dildo in position. We slept. Next morning we woke up and made love again. . . . .  

 

This story will continue . . . . . . . .                         

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Mike’s bomb . . . . .

 

 

A month had passed after the “twins” adventure. I had not said anything yet. I was so afraid at Mike’s reaction that I did not have enough courage yet to tell him. I was feeling pretty sad and guilty of betrayal. When Mike exploded a bomb of himself.

 

Mike asked me for a divorce!. Of course it was a huge surprise. He said that he had fallen in love with a client. He said that once, some time ago, one of his salesperson in a remote territory had an accident and was out of work for about 4 weeks. Mike and Milton (Violet’s husband) had been going out there to cover the territory. In one of those trips he had to take a client to lunch. A female client. I knew that Mike’s business some times depended more on good relationships with customers than on the business itself. This first lunch made Mike to go out there a second time and a second lunch. Of course, nothing was planned. They had a one night stand that continued as many night stands and before he realized, he was in love with this woman. I asked Mike if there was a chance that he could forget this woman. He said no. I did not fight nor told him about my betrayal. So, I made him pay through the nose.

 

I asked that he take care of the financial well being of the girls and myself. He is/was the traitor. Hell yeah, I took advantage of the situation to get out better divorce terms. I knew that Mike had done very well in his work. I told him to pay in full for our apartment. Besides his work, Mike inherited some good money from his father. To pay also the utilities and other apartment expenses. Plus wife and child alimony. I said that Dad could give me work at his business and I could take care of the rest of my needs. It was really very little I needed extra but I had to impress on Mike and his lawyers that I was willing to negotiate.

 

This divorce DID affect me immensely. I was working with my dad but I was feeling like a zombie. No purpose outside of the girls. Sleep, eat and work. Take care of the girls and their school and visit my mom who was my baby sitter when I needed and my shoulder to cry all the time. Mom and I were very good friends before the divorce. While the divorce process was going, and after, Mom became my only friend. Mom encouraged me to continue with my exercises because now more than ever I wanted to look good. Firm body. Lovely and pretty figure. All my curves were in the right places for men to look at me and desire me. I kept going, through this all, to the gym. But I was really a zombie.

 

Until I noticed Ellen. Ellen had been, and is, the aerobics instructor at the gym. Her energy was always high. Her body also showed how much exercise she did. She had good looking muscles all over her body. Firm everything. A great set of breasts, beautiful curves. A stomach six pack to be amazed by. Legs and arms that did not show any imperfection. If somebody wanted to describe the perfect body of a woman all you had to say was ELLEN. She also had a beautiful face. The readers of   these stories may think that describing Ellen is an exaggeration. I tell you, it is not.

 

I had been doing exercises three days a week. Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Mom would help me those days to pick up the girls and feed them and I took care of them the rest of the time. On Wednesdays, and every other week end, Mike would come for the girls. Mike remained living in the area. His bitch client moved here with him.

 

Let’s get back to the important things. Back to Ellen. She and I, although we saw each other three times a week, had not developed a friendship outside of hellos and good byes. However, I admired her and her body. I really liked her face and all in her. She also seemed a real nice girl and somebody that you could be friends with. There was a warmth in her that I knew it could be cultivated and develop into a great friendship. I was a little short on friendships lately. She did not seem to have   a big life outside of the gym. That kind of worried me if I wanted to have her as a friend. One day with the excuse that I needed some advice on relieving a small pain in a muscle area, I stayed a bit longer to talk with her and begin getting to know her better.

 

The conversation went real nice. I could see that she had an honest interest in helping me. I felt some sort of a connection with her as far as the exercises was concerned. Another day she heard me talking with somebody about the girls and she asked me about them. I showed her a picture and she was all smiles and happy. I felt that our conversation was good and the motive for her happy disposition.

 

One Friday that Mike picked up the girls I asked Ellen if she would like to go to a movie. Maybe Mac D before and a movie after. She said that it was a great idea and she said - yes, let us do that. - I gave her directions to the apt. for Saturday and she came to pick me up. When I saw her I told her that she looked gorgeous. She did! The clothes she selected allowed me to see all her beautiful curves. Not exactly spandex but close.   I kept thinking that she is a most beautiful woman.

 

  She asked me if I did not mind maybe a little better than Mac D. I said no problem - and we went to one of those nice, down to earth, restaurants in the area. It was a real nice place, unpretentious, but with great food and ambiance. Then we went to see one of Robin Williams comedies and we laugh like little children. I think I woke up from the lethargy I was experiencing. She dropped me home and I invited her to coffee. No, I did not have beer nor wine. Coffee was all I could offer. She said that one cup would be great. And we talked a bit more trying to know a bit more about each other. Finally she said good night. Gave me a peck on my cheek and left. I felt alone after she left. She had made a great impression on me. I wanted to spend more time with her. That night I went to bed and took my vibrator out for the first time since the divorce. I celebrated my new friend with a great orgasm.

 

Next week life continued like always except that now I took more time in saying good bye to Ellen. And this Friday I told Ellen that we were going to go shopping with the girls and I invited Ellen to go. She said yes, would like to meet the girls. Saturday, just before lunch she was there, with a very decent short pants outfit and a tank top that allowed her six pack to be seen. Ellen’s beauty again left me speechless. We went to the mall. Had lunch there and went around with the girls to buy some stuff for them and a present for Mom and Dad that were celebrating their wedding anniversary. I saw Ellen in a new light. She was great with the girls. I could see that she was having fun with them and the girls with her.

 

When we got home I told Ellen to stay for dinner. I was going to cook some pasta with my mom’s recipe. The girls loved it and I was sure Ellen would also like it. I said that I did have some wine we could open tonight. Ellen continued to be great with the girls and from time to time stuck her head in the kitchen to help. We had dinner, saw a TV program that the girls could see and she helped me put the girls in their bed to sleep. On the way down the stairs I did mention to her that she was looking just fantastic. To myself I thought that this girl was giving me ideas. Ideas of what, I was not sure. Just ideas.

 

There was some wine left. I asked her if she thought that she could have it and drive. She said no. So, we kind of said our good byes for this night. Another peck on my cheek and this time I felt something down there in my “love box”. This time I again felt alone even though the girls were upstairs sleeping. Ellen’s departure had a feeling of loneliness that I could not understand why.

 

The week started and Mon, Wed, and Fri I would see Ellen. She was getting in my mind and I was enjoying it. Friday after our exercises ended, she told me that her and Robert, the weight supervisor/instructor, had closing duties tonight. To go ahead and use the Jacuzzi and that she and Robert had to come through the Jacuzzi area to check on the ladies and men locker rooms and she would pick me up from there. I said fine.

 

So I went to the Jacuzzi. At the Jacuzzi, feeling the streams of water hitting my body gave me an inkling to feel something more. I began feeling horny and wanting an orgasm. I moved my legs over the side of the Jacuzzi to position my “love box” in line with the streams to hit my pussy and to cause a friction that maybe would give me an orgasm. I also was able to rub my nipples over my aerobics suit. I was feeling to begin satisfying my horniness. I lowered the top of the suit so that I could give better rubbing on the nipples and just at that moment when the orgasm began hitting I heard a voice,

 

- what is going on here??????

 

I opened my eyes and Ellen was looking at me with a mischievous grin that said what she was really thinking. She wasted no time and she fell in the Jacuzzi and planted a kiss on my mouth that made my mouth to open and to give her a great taste of my tongue. We kissed each other with passion and abandon. I was not surprised at my reaction because I had been falling for her although I did not see it until this kiss. When we separated to breath she said – I know that your response says that you did not get scared by my kiss. But, why did you respond so passionately??   She continued, - I am a lesbian and have been looking forward to meeting you to see if I had any opportunity with you.   I said to Ellen that I am not a lesbian but was looking for a friendship and thought that she, Ellen, would be   a great friend. Only that I also fell in love with her. And that her kiss made my brain understand what I was feeling for her.

 

She kissed me again and we embraced and tongued each other for a while. She continued what I started and removed my suit. I felt her fingers coming to my pussy to fuck me there. While she was doing this I also began undressing her and when I got her naked I pulled her out of the Jacuzzi. I had intentions of going down on her but she did it first. She began circling my clit with firm and delightful rubs with her tongue. I realized that her tongue must have taken aerobics classes also.   I felt her tongue hard on my clit. I felt her tongue going around my lips and making me begin to release my sex juices in recognition of the work her tongue was doing. At the same time I had my nipples on rub control. I was making love to my nipples and I was feeling extra sexual. I was so hot and sexually charged that I came pretty quick. My orgasm hit me like an earthquake. What pleasurable tremors. My body responded all electrified. I was in sex heaven. After a few moments enjoying my aftershock I told her that I wanted to do her. It was going to be my first time with another woman but I did not think that I required more instructions.

 

I went down on her and tasted sexual woman’s juices for the first time. I understood what Mike had been saying all along to me. Women taste sooooo gooooodd. I did to her the same thing she did to me. My tongue gave her clit a good work out and I went around her pussy lips several times. And her juices, what a delicious refreshment. I had my ass up high to be able to eat Ellen better. Ellen said, - Annie, do you mind a cock entering your pussy??. Robert saw us and he is going to fuck you. I did not even looked back, I said to go ahead that I was too busy with my new pussy. Ellen would you be jealous?? I asked. Not tonight she said.

 

[I want to make an aside here regarding myself and my feelings with all this sexuality. I grew up in a very conservative house with conservative understanding about life and sex. My mother did not speak with me at all about sex until I began talking about Mike at home. Of course at this time, in high school, I had learned all about sex, although I remained a virgin until Mike and the Senior prom. With Mike we both progressed into porn films, masturbation and all kinds of sexual toys and positions. Mike and I became within our own house pretty sexual. There were times that I would masturbate before Mike’s arrival from work and then with Mike we would spent hours having glorious sex together and with my vibrators. I became quite an orgasmic woman and I loved sex. I became a sluty wife. I loved sex in ways that we learned from the porno films. I was intrigued by several things. 1) anal 2) two men inside of me 3) another woman’s pussy. Mike always said that pussy juices are a real treat to both the sex part and the actual taste of the juices. Mike said that pussy juice is like “nectar” from forbidden fruits. So the sex with the twins, although it happened not exactly as planned, it was desired. The sex with Ellen was desired. And at the time that Bob entered me I did not pay too much attention to the fact that it definitely was whorish behavior but because I was having Ellen’s pussy in my mouth I really did not think twice of my whorish behavior.]    

 

I felt Robert looking for my pussy hole and when he found it he pushed his cock into me. I felt a big cock. I felt that cock sliding into me slowly but with a firm push. My pussy was wet and Robert’s cock found no resistance. Robert began fucking me, in-out, in-out, in-out . . . .   While this was going I was going too on Ellen’s love box. She was orgasming and so was I. We three seem that we were timing each other. We cum almost all at the same time. I know that my orgasm again was seen and felt. Ellen’s was also very powerful. We were all satisfied.

 

Ellen and I went to the locker to dress up and to complete the closing process and so did Robert. We met back at the door and we kissed Robert very sexually but asked him to let Ellen and I speak a bit more. Robert left us and I told Ellen that I would love to have her at my house tonight but that I wanted to process what happened tonight. I told her to come for dinner tomorrow. To make it an early dinner so that we could talk and see where this was going to take us. I really was falling for Ellen hard. It was the first time I ever thought of lesbianism. Nothing wrong, just the first time, and I was not clear yet about being in love with another woman. Although if I was going to fall for a woman, there was nobody better than Ellen.

 

We kissed very passionately and we separated to go to our respective homes. Tomorrow we would either cement this relationship or say our farewells. I did not want to say good bye.  

 

I began to realize that there really is nothing wrong with loving another woman . . . . .                                          

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This is a follow up after the first time that I got my wife to fuck me with her strap on dildo.

My wife and I continued our growing sexual satisfaction through the use of many toys. Both, her and myself, had been exploring sexual situations quite a bit and had developed many fuck fest at home. Sometimes we would begin on saturday evening and continue through out  all night. We both got our fill of orgasms and in my case and thanks to my male “g” spot I was able to cum often and in big quantities of cum. Women, different then men, can have many orgasms and maintain themselves at an orgasmic plateau in the same session. I have been able to hold my wife in that plateau for long times, (oh, don’t know, 30, 45 minutes) and having her cum in quantities that drenched the bed sheets with a lot of liquid. I have been understanding my wife’s orgasm depending on what is coming from her pussy. I can eat my wife’s pussy and feel the fantastic taste of regular juices. That is one type of orgasm. But there is another type where she comes on a very liquid form. Initially, and due to ignorance, we thought that her bladder had given up and released urine. But as I tasted that liquid it did not taste anything like urine. And no, I am not into that type of pleasure. It is just that urine has a special kind of odor and color. What I was drinking had no urine odor and it was a much clear liquid. According to my wife her orgasm with this kind of liquid was “bigger” and more pleasurable. According to her it was like another step above the other plateau. A much higher plateau. Her vocals at this stage were indicating more of her pleasure. My wife has continued with the use of slutty vocals depending on her gegree of orgasm.

Part of our love making, as mentioned before, had to do with her dildo (and other toys) and her bitch Cleopatra. My wife did take a liking to fucking Cleopatra in many ways.  The dildo caused Cleopatra to have an explosive orgasm because it was hitting that “g” spot that gave Cleo BIG cums. Cleo”s sexual desires were satisfied, big time, by the dildo and Cleopatra was enjoying her sex. I told my wife to see if we could create on Cleopatra an extended type orgasm trying to produce similar sexual satisfaction as we were able to produce for my wife. I kept asking my wife to experiment with the other boyfriends that Cleopatra has. Cleopatra was becoming quite the slut with many boyfriends and using many boyfriends in one continued sexual session.

Cleopatra has, besides the strap on dildo, three other boyfriends. One is Tony. Tony is named so because my wife said that there was a movie actor by that name that appeared to be a sophisticated lover. Tony was a short butt plug that when inserted in Cleo, his head would rest exactly on Cleo’s “g” spot. It did not take much action from Tony to get Cleo to cum. My wife would move Tony in soft, slow moves and the effect on Cleo’s “g” spot were more than pleasurable. It was kind of creating Cleo’s orgasm without touching my cock. We had a special position for Tony. My wife would be sucking my cock while she was moving Tony and when Cleopatra was ready to cum my wife’s mouth would receive all of Cleo’s cum in her mouth. Tony is able to build Cleo’s orgasm bit by pleasurable bit creating a type of orgasm that lasts a bit more than regular cums.

The next boyfriend is Bob. Bob is named so for no particular reason except that Bob is longer than Tony and his skin is full of bubbles making the sliding through Cleopatra’s lips tremendously pleasurable. Those nerve endings in Cleopatra’s lips get all stimulated sending pleasurable messages to Cleo’s sexual brain. The friction of Bob’s penetrating moves gives Cleopatra another type of orgasm. The one produced by Bob is good from an explosive POV. It does not last as long as those orgasms that Tony produces. 

My wife can fuck her bitch Cleopatra with any of Cleo’s boyfriends. That is my wife’s choice. Cleo is going to be happy with any of all of Cleo’s boyfriends. The last boyfriend to be named is Tom. The name was selected by me because I just thought that such a monster as Tom is, is well represented by the name Tom. Tom is long, Tom is thick and Tom basically splits Cleo’s lips with brutal force. Cleo’s lips are already elastic enough to take Tom and to get all that size that produces HUGE orgasms on Cleo. Tom exercises everything in Cleopatra. Tom rubbs against the “G” spot. Tom splits Cleo’s lips sending those nerve endings into a “galactical” trip. Tom hits inside Cleo some spots that also give Cleo special pleasures. None of the other three reach where Tom reaches. This is big cums folks. (By the way, I do hope that some of you that may not have tried sexually stimulating  the prostate, may give it a try now that you have read what that can mean sexually). The silly conversation regarding size. YES, SIZE MATTERS!!.

So, my wife have found a bitch to fuck, I have found a bitch to fuck and we are both enjoying our sex life much much more than we could imagine. You ask who is my wife’s bitch?? Of course this is Cleopatra who has become also my wife’s slut. And, you may ask, who is my bitch??, that is my wife who has become quite a slut . . . . in our bedroom.                 

We have not seen the need to add any other member to our love making. With the strap on and all the toys, both Cleopatra and my wife are satisfied . . . .  

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