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I was jostled awake by movement on the bed; then noise from the bathroom. Morning! Robert, my husband, was peeing, with the bathroom door open. I resented this masculine ritual as just ‘wrong’. “Harrumph!” I uttered nothing else but that meaningless, useless, pointless objection. I sensed another body in the bed and realized that Thomas, our guest, was also there. Strange: he was in the middle, butt up against me! Our first threesome dawn dance began. Thomas waited a while after Robert left the bathroom to pee. Robert left the light on and so we could not fall back fast asleep. I dozed. I woke up to my new lover snuggling up to me. I sensed, “Robert is not coming back to our marital bed any time soon.” Instead, husband was starting our dacha morning ritual. Robert would fetch wood from the porch, toss the logs on the fire, start the coffee and lay out breakfast. Thomas closed the bathroom door and did his business. He got back in bed and I knew he had cleaned himself up a bit: teeth, private parts, hair. I asked into his ear, “You’re not a morning person?” ‘Mmff,” was his response. I roused myself, peed (with the door respectfully closed), rinsed as well. I re-entered the bedroom, gently closing the door to the living room. It struck me that, whatever had happened at the end of our evening trysts, Thomas had ended up in the middle and Robert, my husband, on the end! I thought, “Maybe Thomas is gay? “NO! Not after his performance with me: he was all man with his all-balls-to-the-wall, fuck-this bitch-until-she-screams, make-her-say-her-pussy-belongs-to-me behavior.” I studied his body. Lean, leaner than Robert. His dick was uncircumcised so it looked longer, more intimidating. His legs were strong, obviously accustomed to work outs. I whispered into his ear, “You still want to own this pussy?” Thomas rose onto one elbow and said, “I sure do.” With that my virile lover lay back down, pulled the duvet away from his body to reveal a stiff uncircumcised dick waving skyward. Thomas pulled me toward him by one tit and said, “Suck my dick. Suck it real good. Taste me, then get on top of me, then fuck my brains out.” I was cautious and new to this reality. I snuggled closer and his fingers went right to my cunt. I raised one leg enough for him to touch me. As I gazed at that fat piece of flesh waving in the air, my new man stroked the outer lips of my pussy. I grunted and pushed my pelvis at the intruding fingers. The dick in front of me jerked upward and my hips involuntarily moved again. I kissed him Escort izmir on the lips. He tasted fresh. I climbed aboard his body, leaning forward to continue kissing those literally sweet lips. I brought my hands up to his chest and squeezed his tits, as if he were a girl. Thomas said, “OH, I like that.” I tweaked his nipples like I would a girl’s. I milked both at the same time, still looking straight at his face. He pulled my head toward his, turned my head so that he could talk easily into my ear and said, “God. I thought last night, when I was high, that I had found the best pussy in the world. This morning, straight and sober, it is going to be even better.” I answered, “Let’s see.” I slid down his body and nuzzled his dick. When I freed it from my face, that monster sprang back up and slapped his belly. “Shit,” I said, “that thing almost reaches your belly button.” “Get busy, then.” I was beginning to warm up to this guy’s personality. Thomas was much more laid back and comfortable in bed than my husband. I commented honestly, “Robert is all business in bed, very predictable. You are different, more at home with me after a few hours than my husband is after all this time.” “Get busy then. I am claiming my pussy right now. Put some of your pussy juice on my dick and rub it in.” I followed instructions. I was amazed at how wet I’d become. My own fingers went up my cunt. I pleasured myself, circling the entrance to my vagina, rubbing my clit and scooping some fluids into my palm. I returned my damp hand to Thomas’s pole. Thomas instructed, “Now rub that onto my dick. Pull down the foreskin. Taste yourself.” I lowered my mouth onto his dickhead. I sensed mixed pre-cum and pussy juice. I slobbered more saliva onto the head, circled the base with my thumb and forefinger and pushed down. My lover’s hips instinctively pushed up, off the bed. I straddled him and hovered. He looked me in the eye and guided the head to my opening with both hands. We stared at each other as I impaled myself on my new fucktool. Once all the way in, I held still for a few seconds, relishing the feeling. Gradually, we started to move, in unison. He was looking into my eyes, into my soul. A sex guide I’d read talked about unity and individuality. Fucking Thomas melded the two. He was working hard to please me and I tried to find the best moves to pleasure him. Together, we were a team busting our asses to win, to get to the top. My expression must have changed, because his did too. I felt that izmir escort bayan he was trying to tell me by his moves and gestures, how much he liked where he was. I reciprocated by rocking my hips, grinding my pelvis into his. We got faster. “Oh fuck!” I heard myself echo, “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” We climaxed together. I thought it was over. After shooting a fresh wad of cum deep into me, Thomas used both his hands to pull me up towards his face. I knee-walked, dragging my sensitive pussy up his belly and beyond his chest. My knees were at his ears. A tongue darted out and grazed my damp pussy-lips. I came down a bit and he tongued me deeper. When he started to move his face side to side, widening his circles, I went even closer. Thomas knew my clit was still tender, so he caressed it carefully. “That is your cunt now. Treat it nicely,” I said, as he worked me even closer to another morning orgasm. Thomas was able to envelope my clit completely in his mouth. He moved his head side to side, then up and down. On the third revolution, I came again. We lay there, me dozing astride my new lover. A respectful rap on the door woke us up. Robert and I needed a day like Saturday. That was the reason for the holiday. We needed to re-connect after a too-long separation in time, space and attention. Thomas’s presence actually helped. His personality and sense of when to chime in and when to hold back helped make it a relaxing day. The cabin had radio, television, internet connection, stereo. Robert had ordered the Saturday Washington Post and the New York Times for Saturday and Sunday. We chose to leave the electronics off. Instead, we three read both papers over breakfast and coffee. Snow started and would continue until Monday morning. Thomas announced that he and I should do the dishes. Robert decided to walk alone to the lodge for some exercise. I had brought books, plus a new magazine. After we did the dishes, Thomas ‘moved in’ to our room. There was ample space large armoire for his stuff. It struck me as unusual, weird almost, to see two sets of toiletries in the bathroom and two sets of clothes on hangers. I thought, “Is this what it will be like if Thomas moves in? What will people think? Do I care? Having another person in the family might be nice.” I settled on the couch, daydreaming. Thomas took the arm chair. Nothing was said, again, about what we had done. Robert came back with more food. He found fresh fruit and personal-size tubs of yoghurt. He’d scheduled izmir escort the three of us for ski lessons for two o’clock. I wondered if the innkeeper who knew us quite well wondered what was going on. Who is this third party? I had plenty of time to relax, watch the snow fall, listen to the wind in the branches, and dream. We ate the apples and pears Robert had picked up. We would need some energy to go skiing in a little while. My husband lounged/read his book at one end of the long sofa under one lamp. I had the other end: we could ‘play footsie’ all we wanted. My new lover was in the easy chair, scribbling in a notebook. I looked at that face of his. What was his major? Playing college sports was a probability. He’s not spoken of is job, his life, his loves. No one could have guessed what an animal he was, in bed, a few hours ago. I am sure my husband knew something went on, but he was blissfully ignorant of the intense pleasure Thomas gave me. My mind wandered. At one point in the hot tub last night, I’d wondered out loud about the abundance of stars we could see. Thomas had been stoned, but coherent. His little lecture sounded like he might teach junior high science. “In winter, the stars seem brighter because the part of Earth we’re standing on is facing the outward arm of the galaxy to which our sun belongs. In the summer, our planet faces inward, toward billions and billions of stars. So, yes, we do see more stars in winter because there are less stars and galaxies to cloud our view. Now, I thought, “Crap! He had that presentation down pat.” Last night, I was a dazzled teenager. Today, I am a dazzled woman with a desire to continue fucking someone new. I decided that tonight though, Robert could watch. We hiked to the lodge and got ready for our lesson. I turned a few heads, even at my age. More heads turned when folks realized we were a threesome. None of us bore a family resemblance that would hint at someone being a brother or sister. If the innkeeper studied the guest list, he did not let on. Discretion is an absolute necessity in the welcoming businesses. I whispered to my husband, “Let them look. Let them guess. I don’t care. Thank you for Thomas.” Robert leaned over and kissed me. We did our lesson. None of us would qualify for more than beginning-amateur status. On the way back to the cabin, Thomas quizzed Robert on what tonight’s bill of fare might be. They chatted and compared notes on how to cook a cowboy steak, when to serve it. What condiments and side dishes did we have available. Finally, Thomas asked, “Robert, can I be in charge of the kitchen tonight?” “Why yes, of course,” my husband agreed. It was getting dark already. Robert is no slouch in the useless knowledge department. He spoke as we ambled back. “Sunset is at 4:45, in about fifteen minutes.

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