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Arriving Home from Work
Things had evolved significantly since that weekend dinner. Laurits and Christine had kept in touch, with the full understanding of everyone, but mostly directly with each other. Ryan knew that Laurits had a demanding career that left him with surplus energy and desire. Laurits had asked if Christine could help satiate his appetites, and Ryan had consented.
Now, coming home from work, Ryan therefore wasn’t surprised to see Laurits’s sleek, black Audi parked down on the street. Christine had been working from home today, so he decided to surprise her. He entered silently, removing his shoes in the foyer to avoid announcing his presence. The living room was a scene of disarray; Christine’s blouse was draped over the couch, her skirt on the coffee table, and Laurits’s suit jacket was thrown over a chair. A half-empty bottle of Pinot Noir sat next to two wine glasses, suggesting a lazy, lustful afternoon.
Ryan’s mind painted a vivid picture of their afternoon: Christine and Laurits flirting over wine, the air charged with anticipation until they couldn’t resist, shedding clothes in a rush of desire, their bodies finding each other in the soft light of day. He imagined Christine straddling Laurits on the couch, her moans filling the air as he explored her with expertise.
Shaking off the daydream, Ryan heard faint sounds from their bedroom. He approached quietly, stepping over Laurits’s discarded pants. The sounds grew more distinct, moans and the rhythmic creaking of the bed. Peering into the bedroom, he saw Christine on her back, her eyes closed in bliss, legs wrapped around Laurits whose ass was moving with deliberate, powerful thrusts. Her hands were in his hair, pulling him closer as she whispered encouragements into his ear.
“That feels so good,” Christine gasped, her voice filled with pleasure. “Please, don’t stop.”
Laurits’s response was a low growl, his movements intensifying. “You. Are. So. Hot.I. Can’t. Stop. Fucking. You. Christine.” said between ever harder thrusts.
Ryan watched the beautiful sight of his wife being satisfied. As the lovers moved together, lost in their pleasure, Christine’s cries reached a peak, “I’m coming again… oh God, Laurits, you’re incredible…”
With a final thrust, Laurits joined her, his body tensing up and a deep groan that escaped him. They collapsed together, breathing heavily, their bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction.
Deciding not to interrupt this moment, Ryan retreated downstairs, making noise as he re-entered, “Christine, I’m home!”
From upstairs, there was a scramble, and moments later, Christine appeared at the top of the stairs in a robe, her hair tousled, her face flushed, the mark of love bites visible on her skin. Laurits followed, now in jeans and a shirt, looking every bit the satisfied lover.
“Welcome home, darling,” Christine said, her voice still husky with recent passion, an embarrassed smile on her lips as she tried to hide the evidence of their afternoon, trailing down her thigh.
“Had a good day, I see,” Ryan said with a grin, embracing her, the scent of Laurits’s cologne and the musk of sex mingling in the air. “How about some of that wine you’ve been enjoying?”
They sat together, pouring fresh glasses, the atmosphere light but still slightly charged with the unspoken acknowledgment of their new dynamic. Ryan felt a strange mix of jealousy and excitement, knowing that this was how he finally accepted that he wanted it.
The second entrance
After swirling the last of her wine in the glass, Christine set it aside, her eyes glancing around with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
“So…. What’s next?” She said, her voice sexy and suggestive, eyeing both of the men with lust “When do I get to enjoy both of my men at the same time?”.
Laurits laughed, having just had her for herself in bed most day “you certainly are hard to keep satisfied, aren’t you”. Ryan chuckled, although he hadn’t been as involved today it wasn’t as he was feeling completely out anymore. Christine was his as well, when Laurits was not there.
“Take me on a date I mean! I want something special with both of you at the same time!” she said, her eyes sparkling. “There’s so many things we have yet to explore, and I want to do it with you. Plus it would be good for us, I think”.
Ryan was unsure how to respond, but Laurits spoke up “I may actually have an idea for that” he said ” in two weeks my work is sponsoring this Australian art event and I have a few tickets extra and a free suite at one of the best hotels in town. Maybe I can bring you both as my guests for the event”.
“Sounds perfect!” Christine exclaimed. “If the art is boring, I’m sure we three can figure out something else to do in that suite all night.”.
Ryan still looked hesitant, last time they did something in a hotel he still felt he was mostly an onlooker. Christine could tell. “Don’t worry honey, I want you as well.” She got up and walked over to bağcılar escort him, straddling him, “in fact, if you’re up for it, I may want to try something new with you” she said suggestively, while taking his hand and placing it right on her small bum hole
“Didn’t you always want to try that honey” she said, wriggling her ass against his fingers, encouraging him to play, “two cocks, two entrances – I am curious how it feels back there”. Ryan smiled as he understood. “Besides,” Christine continued, “Laurits have some experience with it, and have promised to guide us through it gently “.
As they wrapped up their discussion, the air was charged with a new kind of excitement. Laurits shortly after headed out, back to work. They’d soon meet again.
The Hotel Meeting
The hotel lobby was a blend of modern elegance and classic charm, with soft lighting casting a warm glow over the marble floors. Christine and Ryan walked in, hand in hand, their anticipation of the evening clear. There, by a plush couch in the center of the lobby, stood Laurits. He was a natural center of attention; skinny jeans that hugged his form and a white ribbed t-shirt that showcased his muscular arms and torso, covered by a thin blazer jacket. His rugged handsomeness was exactly what Christine had fallen for.
His face lit up with a wide grin upon seeing them, his eyes particularly bright when they landed on Christine. They approached, and Laurits shook Ryan’s hand firmly before enveloping Christine in a warm hug. He then kissed her on the lips, his tall frame dwarfing her petite figure. The kiss lingered, a promise of the night to come.
“Good lord, Christine, it feels like ages since I last saw you. You look drop-dead gorgeous! And you smell delicious,” Laurits said, his voice a mix of admiration and affection as he inhaled deeply, his face buried in the crook of her neck.
Christine giggled, her cheeks flushed with pleasure. “Oh, you’re too kind… just something I threw together!” she replied, her eyes taking in Laurits’s form with appreciation. “You look rather nice yourself!”
Laurits smiled, “I’ve already checked in. We have a couple of hours until the cocktail and art event… let’s go upstairs and settle in.”
They moved toward the elevators, the anticipation building with each step. Once inside the elevator, the tension was electric, but they maintained distance, knowing the real exploration was yet to begin.
The room was spacious, with a balcony overlooking the hotel’s lush grounds and pool. The bathroom was modern, enclosed by glass, offering no privacy–a detail that seemed to fit perfectly into the night’s theme of openness. There was one king-sized bed in the room, a couch, and a small kitchenette area, setting the stage for their intimate gathering.
They dropped their bags and stepped out onto the balcony for a moment, enjoying the view. Christine felt Laurits’s hand slip into hers, a gentle, reassuring touch that promised more than just the view.
Back in the room, Laurits opened a bottle of wine, pouring generous glasses for each of them. Ryan raised his glass for a toast, “To an awesome evening and weekend, and all kinds of shenanigans for the three of us!”
They clinked glasses, the sound like a starting bell for what was to come. They sat at the kitchen table, chatting, the wine loosening their tongues and their inhibitions. Christine could feel the sexual energy simmering between her and Laurits, their glances charged with unspoken promises.
Laurits, sensing the moment, decided to steer the evening toward its intended path. “Ryan, Christine… it’s been a while since we were all together. We have a couple of hours before the cocktail begins. I don’t know about you, but I suggest we have a little fun?”
Christine blushed, the directness of Laurits’ suggestion both thrilling and slightly daunting.
“Sounds fine by me,” Ryan grinned, his eyes never leaving Christine.
Ryan leaned over to kiss Christine on the cheek, then looked at Laurits. “Laurits, Christine and I have had lots of time together in the past weeks, so why don’t you two start things off tonight?”
Christine looked into Ryan’s eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation, but found only encouragement. She nodded, her heart racing with excitement and desire for what was to come.
Laurits took her hand and led her toward the king-sized bed, an almost electric connection between them. He held her face in both his hands, looking deep into her eyes. “Christine, I’ve fantasized about you every night since we were together last time. You’re the best drug anyone could ever have… and I think I’m addicted to you! I can’t wait to make love to you again…”
In response, Christine pulled his face closer and began kissing him, their eyes closed as their tongues explored each other with urgency and passion. Ryan watched from a distance, enjoying the sight of his wife with another man..
After bahçelievler escort what seemed like an eternity, they paused for breath. “I need you now, Christine,” Laurits groaned.
“Then take me, Laurits,” she whispered back.
With a hunger fueled by longing, Laurits pulled down Christine’s skirt and thong, and tugged off her top, her breasts bouncing free. She reciprocated, eagerly removing his shirt and unzipping his jeans. Christine kept her heels on, adding an edge to her nudity.
They continued kissing passionately, Laurits’s hands moving to her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples, drawing moans from her lips. “I love your fucking breasts, Christine,” he whispered.
“They’re yours, Laurits,” she moaned, “I love it when you touch them.”
He took his cue, bending down to lick and suck on her nipples, leaving small, visible marks of his passion on her skin. Christine pushed him onto the bed, pulling off his underwear to reveal his hard, long cock, already glistening with a bead of pre-cum.
Christine grasped his base with one hand and took the tip into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it, knowing exactly how to drive him wild. She took him deep into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down, her lips and tongue worshipping him with skill and enthusiasm.
“Christine… please… you’ve got to stop, or I’m going to come,” Laurits gasped, his hands in her hair, guiding her rhythm.
She persisted, then slowed, focusing on the base to delay his climax, savoring the control she had over his pleasure. Finally, she eased off, looking up at him with a mischievous smile.
“I need to be inside you now,” Laurits groaned, pulling her up for another kiss. His cock found her entrance, and with a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her, filling her completely.
“Oh, Laurits, I love your cock in me,” Christine moaned, her body moving with his, their rhythm perfect.
“I love fucking you, Christine… and I’m going to love taking you in every way tonight,” Laurits said, his voice thick with desire.
The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, their bodies moving in sync, the pleasure undeniable. Ryan watched, his own desire building, knowing that this was just the beginning of an unforgettable night.
Cocktails and Connections
After their passionate reunion, they took a moment to compose themselves, Christine slipping into a provocative yet elegant red dress, while Laurits and Ryan donned suits. They descended to the hotel lobby where the cocktail event was taking place, an affair for an art gallery fundraiser.
The atmosphere was lively, filled with well-dressed patrons, art lovers, and supporters. The trio grabbed drinks; Christine opted for a cocktail, while Laurits and Ryan chose wine. The room was adorned with auction pieces for the theme, sculptures of Australian artists, photo booths with art-themed props, and a photographic exhibition with a series of very explicit nude studies. The event had been sponsored by some Australian logistics company and the owner had spared no expenses. Apparently his girlfriend was the model posing for the nudes. She vaguely looked like Christine.
Perhaps because of that, Christine was the center of attention as they mingled around. Or more likely it was because of her daring dress, the shape of her petite body on display to all the enjoyers of art. All wanted to talk, all wanted to watch, and everyone had a great time.
As the evening wore on, Christine found herself alternating between Ryan’s and Laurits’s arms, the alcohol and ambiance creating a heady mix of relaxation and desire. They observed what looked like ballet dancers performing in minimal attire, the sight both artistic and erotic.
With each sip of her cocktail, Christine’s inhibitions slipped further away, her interactions with Laurits growing bolder, sharing kisses and playful touches under the guise of the festive event. Ryan watched, his own excitement building, knowing what awaited them back in their room.
As the main show, a tasteful burlesque performance, began to wind down, the trio’s desire to return to their private space became overwhelming. They excused themselves from the gathering, the promise of what was to come hanging heavy in the air as they made their way back to the elevator, already anticipating the next chapter of their night..
Taking two lowers at the same time
The elevator ride was a teaser for what was to come, with Laurits and Christine kissing passionately, Ryan’s hand joining in by teasing Christine’s nipple through her dress. The doors opened to their floor, and they hurried to their room, the excitement almost tangible.
Once inside, Laurits turned to Christine, his voice gentle but filled with anticipation, “You know we wanted to try anal with you for the first time. Are you still up for that?”
Christine looked at both men, the thrill of the moment mingling with a slight nervousness. şirinevler escort She nodded slowly, her consent clear.
Laurits grinned, stepping closer to her, his fingers gently caressing her face. “Just trust me, okay, sweetheart? I won’t hurt you,” he assured her. She nodded meekly, her trust in both men unwavering. “We’re going to strip you now and get you comfortable, okay?” Laurits continued.
Ryan began to undo her dress, letting it fall to the floor as Laurits kissed her deeply. Both men then took a nipple into their mouths, savoring her taste mixed with the excitement of the evening. Christine moaned, the dual sensation overwhelming.
Laurits peeled off her underwear, the scent of her arousal clear in the air. He knelt before her, his tongue exploring her pussy, while Ryan continued to lavish attention on her breasts. After moments of this dual pleasure, Laurits stood, undressing while Ryan took over, his kisses moving from her breasts to her lips.
“Are you ready?” Laurits whispered to Christine as he stood naked before her, his desire evident.
She nodded, her breath quickening. “Put this on… it will help you relax,” he said, handing her a blindfold. She put it on, the darkness heightening her other senses.
“Lie down on your stomach. That’s the easiest position,” Laurits instructed, his voice calm. Christine complied, presenting her beautiful, tight ass to them. Her legs were slightly spread, giving just the right angle.
Laurits explained, “We need to use lots of lube. I’ve had these warming in the bathroom while we were downstairs. I’m going to squirt the lube in your hole and massage it in… it will be quite warm and comfortable, okay?”
She nodded from her position on the bed. Ryan, meanwhile, began massaging her back and shoulders, his touch comforting and arousing.
Laurits applied a generous amount of lube, his fingers gently working it into her ass, preparing her. “Relax for me, sweetheart,” he murmured, slowly inserting his fingers to stretch her gently.
After ensuring she was ready, Laurits wiped his hands and looked to Ryan for the go-ahead. “I think she’s ready.”
He moved to her side, lubing his cock thoroughly, then positioned himself at her entrance. “Christine, do you feel that?” he asked.
“Yes,” she replied, her voice a mix of anticipation and slight fear.
“Okay, so with anal, the hardest part is getting the cock head in, because that’s the biggest part. Once that is in, the shaft is easier. So this part is going to be the hardest, but if you relax completely and take it in, you will feel perfectly fine,” Laurits explained, his voice a mix of authority and care.
He pushed slowly against her, his cock head meeting resistance. “Okay?” he asked.
“It hurts a little,” she admitted.
“Hang in there, sweetheart, it won’t last long,” Laurits reassured her, pushing a bit further until the head of his cock was in. Christine groaned, not in pain but in the effort to accommodate him.
“Oh fuck, Christine, your ass is so tight,” Laurits groaned, his pleasure evident.
Ryan kissed her forehead, holding her hand, a silent promise of support. “Okay, Christine, I’m going further in,” Laurits warned, moving deeper, his movements slow and deliberate.
“It feels so tight… so full… but I’m okay,” Christine managed between breaths.
Laurits began a slow rhythm, his eyes closed in concentration, savoring the sensation. “Holy crap, Christine, your ass is the sweetest thing… you’re gripping me so tight…” he groaned.
He climbed atop her, careful not to go too deep at first, maintaining a steady, gentle pace. Ryan continued to stroke her hair, whispering encouragements, his presence a comfort.
“Ah, that feels so fucking full… but it feels good,” Christine moaned as Laurits increased his pace slightly, the lube making everything smooth and comfortable.
“Christine, I love your fucking ass… it feels so good… I can’t possibly keep this up for long…” Laurits panted, his control slipping.
“Fuck me, Laurits… fuck my ass… I love your big cock in my ass,” Christine encouraged, her voice thick with pleasure, but also some pain.
Laurits was now pumping steadily, his hands beside her on the bed, his body glistening with sweat. “Oh Christine… I love you… oh fuck… Christine… Christine…” he moaned.
“Come for me, Laurits… come for me…” she urged.
With a final thrust, he pushed deeper, his body tensing, “Oh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk,” he groaned, releasing into her, his climax overwhelming him. Christine thrust her ass back, taking in every drop.
Laurits collapsed on top of her, panting, “Oh fuck that was unbelievable,” he breathed into her neck. They shared a tender kiss, his weight comforting.
Ryan, now eager to join, moved to the foot of the bed. “You’re up, mate!” Laurits said, pulling out gently, cleaning up as best he could.
Ryan lubed himself up, adding more to Christine’s now slightly relaxed entrance. “Are you okay for me now, babe?”
Christine nodded, her blindfold still on, her ass subtly pushing back in invitation. Ryan entered her with care, finding it easier after Laurits’s preparation. “You good, honey?” he asked, his voice filled with love.
She nodded again, “It feels good. Not as tight as Laurits’s. Actually better that way”
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