Cross My Heart - 2

- Elena

If you haven't read the first part yet, please do before you read this to enjoy the story better.

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Sunday, July 14, 2019

I blamed my lecherous behavior the previous evening at Pierre's on the wanton sexual display of affection by Dorina with Angiola. After a lot of review of the evening's developments, I could not nail down how and when things spiraled the way they did. What was even more intriguing was how Pierre and Elena let it happen. I was almost sure I would never be able to face them both. The only saving grace, if any, was that Pierre was part of the entire sexcapade, so I was not technically cheating with his wife. But how was I supposed to tell that to Dorina? Dorina had met Elena after our marriage but had grown fond of Elena over time. Dorina and Elena often talked and met independently as well, without Pierre and me.

I shuffled the ideas out of my mind with tremendous guilt and tried to redirect my energies elsewhere. The only problem was the office was closed, it being Sunday.

I went jogging for an hour. After clearing my head, I ate a late brunch. Later that afternoon, I went to the Patek Phillipe Museum, a personal sanctuary of mine. Any time I needed to de-stress, this is where I would head. It helped that I was also a patron of the museum thanks to my multi-generational connection with the watch industry.

On this particular day, I was not really stressed but had some spare time on hand. Having expended the sexual energy the previous evening and a good jog earlier that morning, I felt refreshed and invigorated.

On some Sundays, the Patek Phillipe Museum organized a watch assembly exhibit to showcase to its guests the fine art of watchmaking used by generations of Swiss. Usually, they had a set number of craftsmen who would play that role, and once in a while volunteers - who were genuine watchmakers - would present their skills by actually assembling a genuine timepiece in front of the guests. These would usually be a priced event.

On that Sunday afternoon, I walked in with my kit in a case and a trolley. After I had met with the museum's curator and caught up on the latest, over espresso, he directed me to the workshop. The workshop itself was a large glass cabin in the center of the museum, the soundproof glass of which enabled the watchmaker the silence he needed to work and, at the same time exhibit his skills.

I spent the next three - extremely satisfying - hours assembling a watch that, by my own standards, was an actual masterpiece. I looked up only after I had finished the job and realized I had an audience of thirty looking in from all directions. I raised the watch and got applause which I could not hear through the soundproof glass, but their clapping hands and smiles told me that they enjoyed what they saw - ‘not nearly as much as I did’ I thought.

The museum staff and curator personally thanked me before I left, donating the watch to the museum, as was the tradition.

I checked my phone to find at least three messages in the voicemail. Two were from Pierre and one from Elena. Besides those, I had a text from Dorina. I clicked on that first. Instead of a text, Dorina sent me an exquisite photograph of Marrakesh, just as I had asked her to. I could see the city's landscape between the sun setting at a distance and the spa where she must have been sitting because I could see her bare legs, and partially Angiola's. Anyone would want to be there; it was lovely. I felt glad Dorina was there enjoying herself.

Reluctantly, I clicked on Pierre's messages first, 'Hi, Frederic, call me.' And then the second, 'Look, Frederic, it's okay…. Just call me.' I should have felt relieved, yet the messages did not put me at ease.

I thought for a long while and kept looking at the phone before clicking the 'listen' button on Elena's message. It took me more than a couple of minutes before I touched the 'listen' button as lightly as I could.

Elena's voice was just as melodious as I remembered it to be 'Fred, I know all of us overstepped. I would like you to know Pierre is fine with it; I am fine with it. Let's put it behind us and move on. I know Dorina's not in town...please come and join us for dinner tonight...let's talk it out.' The only remarkable thing about the message that I instantly connected with was how she addressed me...'Fred'. She had only done it long back when we were in college. Ever since her marriage, she had always called me 'Frederic'. I listened to the message again to reconfirm - in the replay, I noticed her tone had a pleading vein to it.

I fought hard not to return their calls or reply to their messages.

Monday, July 15, 2019

I called Dorina in the morning around eight, and her number was unreachable. As she had suggested earlier, the spa resort was going to be a retreat in peace and quiet. I guess, also without wifi.

I sent her a text to check when they were returning, 'Dorina, let me know your return timing so I can come to pick you up from the airport. Miss you.'

I spent the whole day in the office and buried myself in work. Charlie's message reminded me of the upheaval going on in my life at the investors' front. I pressed 'listen' to check Charlie's message.

His voicemail message said, 'Frederic, good afternoon. There are some developments with Mr. Pernaud. Call me when you get this.'

I was aware, from earlier that day, Mr. Pernaud had agreed to join the board of directors. I had already received an email in this regard. I wondered what it was going to be and called back Charlie.

"Hey, How are you," Charlie asked.

"I am fine. I got your message," cutting the small talk off, I asked.

"Mr. Pernaud has agreed to join the board - for now." He emphasized the last part.

"Unn huh," I knew that.

"Long story short…he is asking for a buyout just like Mr. Meier’s," Charlie added.

That was not entirely unexpected. We were anticipating something of the sort. "So, now?" I asked pensively.

"Relax. We will deal with it. We have it under control." Charlie replied as if trying to cool me down. For some reason, I wasn't bothered much. I had started to bank on Angiola and her team already.

"Okay," I added, not sure what more to ask.

"It would take me a couple of days to negotiate with him before putting him in front of Angiola. That might take a few days," Charlie gave me new information.

I processed that information and asked him, "So Angiola is going to stay back in Morocco until then?" afraid to ask about Dorina directly.

Charlie was almost glad I asked that "Most likely," he replied instantly.

I could not have done much, even if I wanted to. I said, "Okay." Before disconnecting, Charlie assured me that he would keep me updated on the progress if he made any with Mr. Pernaud.

I went back home to ordered-dinner.

Tuesday - Wednesday, July 16-17, 2019

Except that Dorina was not around, I was getting back the rhythm of work. I tried to immerse myself in work.

Before going for a jog, I called Dorina. Her number was unreachable. Around four in the evening, I tried to call her again, with the same result. I left the office to come home early.

The same routine - ordered dinner.

The next afternoon, I got a call from Charlie, and he offered to meet to update me. I asked him, "If we could talk over the phone itself." He was happy to apprise me of the developments at Mr. Pernaud's front. "The deal was likely to happen next week. I was hoping to close it this week, but he is getting a bit more ambitious for our comfort."

What it meant was that Pernaud was asking for much more money than Meier had settled for.

"So, what now?" I asked.

"I have to intimate Angiola, which I will today. The rest of it is her call." Charlie clarified.

Though he did not admit it, it seemed Charlie, too, found it difficult to access Angiola.

With the new information in hand, I now was sure Angiola and Dorina aren't going to be back until next week.

Thursday, July 18, 2019

I called Dorina again in the morning before going out for a jog and got the same result - her number was unreachable. I sent her a text.

I tried to keep the same routine. Work was picking up pace, thankfully.

In the afternoon, I had visitors from England who represented our distribution in the United Kingdom. The news was good, after persevering for a long while the England market was improving for Joop. It was already one of our biggest markets for Jura and Cross, our flagship brands.

Later that evening, I realized Dorina had sent me a message. Clicking it, I realized it was another photo. Both Angiola and Dorina lay face down on two spa tables set up next to each other. Their heads turned towards each other. Their backs were bare until the small towels that covered their bums. Further down their legs were bare. Their blemish-less backs glistened in massage oil. I could barely see their faces but had no difficulty recognizing my wife.

I remembered the first time I met Dorina. She was a professional tennis player who had missed her prime for some reason. She was brilliant but somehow got stuck in a rut. Her sponsorship was expiring with Slazenger, and she was hoping for another season to give it a serious try. The business of professional tennis is ruthless - even at the young age of twenty-six, you are too old for the game. That was when I met Dorina.

Tennis sponsorships were not exactly our thing. Rolex was into tennis sponsorships and sportsperson endorsements. We were a heritage brand with more associations with Flying and Aeronautics. Around the time Dorina's agent approached us, Joop was getting launched. The timing of her agent’s approach couldn’t have been better.

After having gotten shot down a couple of times, the agent continued to pursue us for Cross and Jura. He insisted we should meet the player. To get him off our back, I agreed. The decision to endorse her was final before she even sat in front of me.

When the collaterals were ready, we gifted Dorina a customized kit. She was to wear the t-shirt, jacket, and skirt with Joop branding for the press conference where we were to announce our association with her. Unfortunately, the backroom of our press-conference venue did not have a changing room. The kit was given to her barely minutes before we were to go in front of the press. In all that rush that was going on, Dorina had to end up wearing the kit in the back room itself.

That, too, turned out to be a fiasco, after taking her t-shirt off assuming she'd have to change just the t-shirt we had brought, she was handed the Joop branded sports bra as well. She smiled at the situation and sportily turned around, taking off the sports bra she was wearing and pulling on the one with Joop branding. That was the first time I got the opportunity to admire that back, bare without a thread on it. Shamelessly, I had looked at her back, which I realized when she turned back to face me and saw me staring. I remember having complimented her on her fitness instead of apologizing for my rudeness. She smiled.

The same unclothed back, eight years later, lay on the left in the photo I had just received. Still without an ounce of excess fat, still in a perfectly curved, lean, muscular back of a sportsperson.

Angiola’s back, which lay less than two feet away from her, was no less attractive than Dorina's. Angiola, behind her shoulder, had a heart tattoo, a fingernail size red-colored heart with a cross inside - a Swiss cross.

Their boobs lay mashed under them, and the left sides of their breasts were visible from the angle from which the photo was taken. Their bums, under their individual towels, were plump mounds of attraction. The bare glistening thighs were to die for.

My dick twitched a little. I took a deep sigh before putting the phone down.

Five minutes later, I got a call from Pierre. I let it go to Voicemail. I was not ready. I noticed he did not leave me a message.

A couple of minutes later, I got a call from Elena. I let that go to voicemail as well. She did leave me a message. I listened to the message, "Frederic, either you are coming to our home tomorrow, or we are coming to yours. You decide."

'That's what friends are for, never giving up on you,' I thought.

I ordered take-out and ate it at home.

Friday, July 19, 2019

I called Dorina again in the morning before going for a jog. I found her phone not reachable and decided to send a text.

In the afternoon, I spoke with Charlie, who confirmed, "The meeting with Mr. Pernaud is scheduled for Monday afternoon at our office. Angiola should also be back by that time."

"Thank you for keeping me updated," I replied.

I texted Pierre that I would reach his home around seven for dinner. I was not ready for a deeply uncomfortable conversation, but it had to be done. I could not avoid them forever. I had known Pierre for twenty-five years and I could not remember a week when we hadn’t spoken or exchanged a text or a message. If there may have been a few instances, they were inconsequential, as they were unintentional. Avoiding him with deadly silence was giving me a migraine, and to a fellow like Pierre, it would have been even more havoc. I knew him like no one else does. He cannot take the pressure - at all.

Just as I was leaving the office, Dorina messaged me another photo in reply to my message earlier in the morning.

The picture was saucier than any I had seen. It was a picture of a close-up of her right breast. The nipple had a heart-shaped piece of jewelry. On both sides of the ornament, jutting out next to the nipple were wings. The skin on her breast was baby pink and smooth just as I remembered it to be. Her nipple was protruding through the clamp-on piece of ornament.

This was so not Dorina's style. Being a sportsperson, she was very much against body piercings or tattoos. Although it was not a piercing, the thought that Dorina wanted to try something kinky was in itself sexy.

It was very sexy. Her nipple looked even more beautiful, and this thing accentuated Dorina's breast even more. I truly loved it. I hoped to see it soon, first hand.

Instead of going home, I veered towards Pierre and Elena's. My thoughts were circling around Dorina, though. I was trying to rationalize her actions, and her recent behavior, especially the sexual tryst with Angiola. It all had a sexier tinge to it but I could not nail the underlying sway.

I stood at Pierre's door and thought twice before ringing the bell. When I did, Pierre opened the door. I was early, and that was a good sign all around. He gave me a big smile as if welcoming someone close he hadn't met in a year.

Pierre hugged me at the door itself, patted my back, and then tugged me inside.

I could not see Elena. She must have been busy with some house chores, I guess.

"Pierre, I...." I started to apologize and make a genuine effort of taking the blame for the evening.

"Cool it, Frederic. It's done. And it cannot be undone, can it?" Pierre explained. "Elena is fine with it, so am I, so why are you so upset? Let's just forget that it happened and move on."

'That's one way to look at it,' I thought.

Just then, Elena entered with a box in her hand. I was right, she was busy with some house chores.

I have always loved the way Elena looked, but I had never seen her like this. She was wearing very tight spaghetti and short cotton hotpants. They were obviously not expecting me until another hour, and I regretted barging in on them earlier than expected. On another occasion, I wouldn’t have given it a second thought, but with the new dynamic, I questioned my decision.

Elena was a little bit surprised to see me, and she was genuinely pleased to see me. She gave me a huge smile, kept the box on the table in a hurry, and leaped forward to greet me. She moved the few steps between us, and her breasts jiggled deliciously in front of her.

I took a step forward as well and met her. She opened her arms as usual and let me air kiss her cheeks. Her hands behind my shoulder made me comfortable.

"Great to see you, Frederic." She excitedly welcomed me, "I am sooo glad you have come." She stressed the 'so' to let me know her pleasure.

"Thank you," I said. Before I could add anything else, Elena raised her hand to my face, signaling there was nothing that she wanted to hear.

Pierre and I sat in the drawing room, pretty much the same chairs as last time, and started to talk. The awkwardness was thankfully gone within the first five or ten minutes as I realized we were not going to talk about the other night. We had downed our first beer by then.

Elena replenished some hors d'oeuvre for us and went back into the kitchen to handle the dinner. Her absence seemed conspicuous, but I did not complain.

Pierre wanted to know about Dorina and asked, "It's a long vacation. I hope you guys haven't fought or anything." He already had an outline I had given him, he wanted to know if I had reacted in an unseemly manner between then and now.

"No, no, nothing like that. She seems to enjoy Angiola’s company, and Morocco seems like a good option." I blabbered, half confident of saying that out loud.

Satisfied, Pierre spoke to me about business, "How's business? Can I be of any help in any manner?" He knew I had been worried and had a lot on my mind off-late.

I politely declined, "No. But thanks, Pierre. It means a lot."

Pierre came from money. His family had been rich, for ages, just like mine. Yet, he lived a much simpler life than most. He was also a Senior Director at the ITO in the United Nations office in Geneva. Pierre has always been there to offer help, but I always declined. On principle, I never let money come into our friendship.

I again gave a sketchy outline of what was happening, implying as if it was all orchestrated by me and I was in charge.

Eventually, we switched to weather and then sports.

Elena had always been a food enthusiast. She could cook for hours and never be tired of it. It was a pity there were just the two of them. This was another reason they loved to host. Since I was the closest to them, it was often me.

By the time Elena finished and joined us with a bottle of wine, we had finished the starters and two beers each. She served the wine to both of us and a glass to herself.

The awkwardness returned when Elena sat next to Pierre but she managed to steer the conversation into interesting territories, and that helped a lot.

An hour and a half later, between the three of us, we were down two bottles of wine and another tray of hors d'oeuvre. Our inhibitions were much lower than earlier in the evening.

I excused myself to use the washroom. Before I could leave the room, Pierre commented to Elena, "Babe, I think he is going to cool himself down."

Elena swatted his arm for the inappropriate remark.

"Whaaat? I am just saying. Have you looked at yourself, Babe?" He reminded Elena that she looked sexier that evening.

By the time I came back and sat on the chair, Elena and Pierre were making out heavily on the sofa.

I wanted to clear my throat to let them know I was back. They were paying no heed. Pierre was pawing Elena's boob through the tight top.

I intentionally made some sounds on the table to announce my presence. It made little impact on them. Elena was deep in Pierre's mouth and his hand was busy squeezing her tit.

I was amazed at finding myself in the situation.

Belatedly, they broke away, certainly not on my account.

Pierre laughed for a moment, seeing my predicament. He swatted in the air to signal to me to forget it. I did not respond because I did not want to come out as a prude after what happened the last time I was there.

Elena opened another bottle of wine, leaned towards me to fill my glass, and then turned to Pierre, filling his. As she filled his glass, Pierre pulled her onto his lap, unable to resist his wife. She had to raise the glass and bottle away from between them, or else it would have spilled down. Her hands full, could not resist his gropes. He pawed at her butt and turned her around to kiss her. She had to lean back on the side of the sofa, and he in turn bent forward on her lips.

Their kiss kept going for quite a while as I witnessed a lewd performance of foreplay between husband and wife. Her hands were in the air, holding the bottle in one hand and the glass in the other.

When they broke off the kiss, Elena did not get off Pierre's lap and his hand never came off her boob. They did turn their heads to face me though. Elena leaned sideways, first to keep the glass on the side table and then to switch the bottle to her right hand. Then she set the bottle down on the same table. Her left hand behind his shoulder steadied her posture.

For me to witness Elena on Pierre's lap, halfway stretched with her arm behind his neck and his hand comfortably squeezing her tit, was less strange than I thought it would be.

One of them picked the conversation where we had left, and none of us found the situation weird. Every few minutes, Pierre would pull Elena up a little and kiss her forcefully. His hand picked up the pace of the squeeze. At some point, the thin piece of her tight spaghetti strap gave up and fell off her shoulder. Pierre helped release the struggling boob into the open air and let it breathe. Realizing that the boob was now bare, Pierre found it appropriate to suck on it and left her mouth to plaster his lips on Elena's nipple.

Things were going a bit further than expected. Even though I was loving every moment of it, I felt like an intruder with a rock-hard dick. As silent as possible, I tried to get up. Then I made an error, I looked into Elena's droopy eyes.

As soon as she saw me get up, she extended her hand toward me, to stop me from going. She said, "Fred......"

This alerted Pierre whose head was buried in Elena's breasts. Once he realized that I was getting up, he spontaneously got up.

With Elena in his arms, he wobbled a couple of steps and placed Elena in my lap, asking "Hold onto her. I'll take a leak and come back." Elena found it amusing that Pierre had managed to repeat the antics like the week earlier. I was turning white, on the other hand.

The subsequent actions were reflexive. My arm behind Elena to prop her up, her arm behind my neck to hold herself steady.

What was most certainly not reflex but impulse was what happened thereafter.

With mere inches of space between her lips and my face, flashing memories of the extreme pleasure crept into my mind as it must have with her.

Surely the wine had had some effect on us, but the playfulness of lust was fresh in the mind.

Elena took the chance and raised herself a few inches, I needed little encouragement and bent down to take her lips. Our kiss was forceful, hot, moist, and passionate.

In every manner of speaking, it was an endorsement that neither of us regretted what we had done or were doing.

One kiss led to another, and I was inside her mouth by the third kiss. My hand found her tit that Pierre had exposed. She welcomed me inside her mouth with eagerness and let my tongue dance around. She started sucking my tongue and moaned her approval. I increased the pressure.

My hand played with her tit, and I pulled my fingers around her nipple to squeeze it, roll it, and play with it. She went ecstatic and moaned even more in my mouth.

“mmmmmmm…” she crooned.

Elena entered my mouth and her tentative tongue explored familiar territory. My mouth welcomed her with enthusiasm and sucked her tongue. My fingers were playing with her nipple like strumming a guitar and she liked it. She moaned in my mouth, thanking me, “MMMM…MMMM…mmm…”

I had no idea when Pierre came back. I was kissing Elena with my eyes closed, enjoying every millisecond of every moment.

All we both heard was Pierre unbuckling and unzipping. As we both opened our eyes and unplugged our mouths for a gasp of air, there stood Pierre with his rock-hard dick inches away from Elena.

Like earlier, Elena looked towards me and smiled. I relaxed my arm behind her to level her with Pierre's cock. Retaining one arm behind my shoulder, she loosened the other from behind my neck and grasped Pierre's cock.

Seconds later, his cock had vanished deep inside Elena's mouth and Pierre let out a content groan. After giving him a diligent batch of licks, Elena did not take long before bobbing her head slowly up and down on Pierre's cock. Her hand squeezed the base of his cock to add to his pleasure and mess up his rhythm. Pierre's dick was her territory, and she knew every response of his member.

Pierre moaned in pleasure, “uungh.”

I had to pull my hand from between them, away from her reddened tit. I found another area worth exploring down below.

I found no reason to be modest now and started to open the buttons of Elena's tiny hotpants. As she jerked her head on Pierre's cock I opened the button on her waistband. Her slow luxurious blowjob gave me sufficient time to loosen all four of the buttons. Seconds later, I pressed my palm on her belly and pushed it inside, manoeuvering under the waistband of her thin panty.

Gooey moistness welcomed my fingers as they traversed her pussymound to reach her lips. I went all the way and covered her pussy with my palm.

Elena let out a light moan, “mmm.” I wonder if it was my hand on her pussy or if was it the pleasure she was getting from Pierre’s cock in her mouth.

I took it as an approval of my exploring hand. Encouraged, I squeezed Elena's full pussy from outside with the length of my palm to announce to her I was there. I felt a mild jerk in her hips appreciating the gesture. I repeated it once more to welcome her. She replied with another moan, a longer one, “mmmmmmmmmm.”

If the last time around in a similar situation was spontaneous, this time around it was Deja Vu. Each of us wanted it, desired it.

Realizing where we were headed, Elena slowed the sucking and increased the squeezing. It slowed Pierre's climb into climax. It provided me with better access to her pussy. I used the opportunity and drove two of my fingers inside Elena. She all but froze on Pierre's cock, stopping the sucking in response to my maneuvers inside her pussy.

Elena gasped, “mmmmmmmm.”

I fingered around and she started to writhe on my lap. Her sucking stopped even though her hand grasped Pierre's cock. She kept him inside her mouth.

She squeezed her pussy on my fingers and groaned, “UMMMMNNGGHH.”

As the experience of double penetration settled in her mind, she restarted sucking Pierre. Her mind was getting messed up in crazy lust.

She must have already cum once because I was getting way too much wetness on my fingers.

I cannot be sure, but I suspect it was Elena who, knowing Pierre's trigger points, made him ejaculate soon thereafter. She had changed the pace a little, and not much later he was spewing cum in her mouth.

Pierre grunted, "Unnngh…Unnngh." releasing string after string of his cum inside Elena's mouth as she lay on my lap.

My hand inside her pussy did not slow the commotion it was creating inside her.

Pierre fell back and took a few steps back to plunge onto the sofa where he had been originally sitting.

For the sake of continuity, I kept playing inside her pussy. Her mouth now free of intrusion, moaned freely "MMMMMM…mmmm…MMMMM." With each plunge of my finger, Elena moaned louder, giving me her approval.

There was a reason she had dried out Pierre moments earlier and it was that she could not bear it anymore. She pushed my hand away and stumbled off my lap. My hand behind her supported her to stand up.

Seconds later, she dragged her hotpants off and waited for me to follow suit. I took as little time as possible to shirk off the trousers until my ankles and sit back down again.

If there was a Deja Vu, there was none better than this.

Elena pulled one leg up, planted her knee on one side, and then did the same with her other knee. She dragged her knees outside my thighs to pull forward.

My hands automatically went around her waist to support her.

Elena brought her hand down, caught hold of my cock, and placed it at the entrance of her pussy.

Unlike how I guessed she would descend desperately onto my cock, she chose to go down at a leisurely pace. She enjoyed every inch of the drop, looked straight into my eyes, talking to my eyes, asking me if I was regretting any of it. I most certainly was not. My grip on her waist confirmed to her what my eyes told her. My hands were helping her lower as slowly as she wanted.

The languid pace she chose was better than anything I had experienced. Elena was so hot and wet that the temperature of the portion of my cock that was yet to go in was different from the portion that was already inside her. It was a pleasure beyond explanation.

Before long Elena hit bottom and started to spasm and jerk. Her first orgasm around my cock was fulfilling and calm, not violent and fierce.

Elena did not let out any moans or groans. She savored the moment in silence, with her closed eyes, her pussy squeezing, pulsing around my cock.

Eventually, she relaxed and leaned forward. We embraced and sat like that for a good minute or two until she was ready to rock and buck again. Her hands flung behind my neck as she sat on my cock, in my lap. Her breasts mashed into my chest, and her head rested on my shoulder. Every few seconds, she clenched her pussy on my cock for a light squeeze.

As her energies replenished she restarted the bucking and jerking. For this round, she wanted a good fuck. She rose and fell and then again rose and fell on my cock, letting my cock pull out and fill her again and again. Her arms took support on my shoulders as she fucked my cock.

I held her waist to assist as much as she wanted.

Elena was near her next orgasm and gave a guttural grunt that announced she was cumming, "UUUUUUNNNNGHHH."

That was how close she was to cumming. Her mind must have been doing tricks with her because she was bucking like this was the last fuck of her lifetime.

She orgasmed with fervor and her pussy pulsed on my cock as if they were made for each other.

“MMMUUUUUUNNNGHH,” we groaned together.

I sprayed my first thread into her pussy and then followed it with a second. Each spurt made her flinch and squeeze her pussy to slurp what I gave her. My juices must have hit the right spots because she fell forward and wrapped her arms around my neck and jerked violently until her body settled after the orgasm. She crooned, "oooommmm…uuuummmm…”

Pierre watched us, admiring the lovemaking from across the room on his sofa, as I caressed Elena's bare and soft back to help her relax. Her delightful boobs squeezed in my chest sending pleasant throbs of her heart to mine.

After she had caught her breath, Elena pulled her head away from my shoulder and looked into my eyes. If she was looking for any regret, she didn’t find any. She clasped her arms again behind my head and planted a kiss on my lips. Unable to hold the kiss for long, she opened her mouth to catch her breath, breaking off in a light giggle.

There was no going back from what had just happened. Despite all the humdrum, I had just fucked Elena once again, in front of Pierre, in their home, in the same fashion as I had earlier.

I guess it was Elena who eased tensions from the silence, by laughing at the situation. Pierre, with his rock-hard dick in hand, joined in soon after. I joined with a chuckle.

I bunked in their guest room again that night, like I had the previous week. It was almost twelve. That I was amazed, was saying very little of how I felt.

‘Pierre must be giving it hard to Elena,’ I thought. Post our lovemaking session, Elena and I had left Pierre with a rock-hard dick.

For the next hour and a half, I lay silently, tossed and turned, trying to figure out my next move. It was all moot because I heard the guest room door open, and in walked Elena.

A dim ray of light from behind her announced Elena's presence in the guest room. It was either from another room or the corridor perhaps. Elena made a couple of movements and off came her nightgown on the floor. Naked as the day she was born, she put her knee on the bed and climbed in. I silently watched in amazement as she crawled towards me. On impulse, I opened my arm for her.

Elena snuggled next to me and attached her entire body to mine and then calmly explained her presence, "Just want to ensure you don't slip out in the middle of the night."

I had gone to bed only in my boxers, and Elena lay completely naked in my arms. I turned to face her and looked into her eyes. The night light was very dim. With mere inches between us, the sparkle in her eyes was unmistakable.

We started kissing and embracing. She raised her knee on my hip, opening her thighs. My leg naturally went between her thighs, and the top of my thigh found her pussy lips.

Elena opened her lips asking me to enter her. Languidly I licked my way inside her mouth. My arm under her neck pulled her toward me, and my other hand caressed her back with an open palm.

Elena's warm and cushiony breasts mashed into my chest, her hard nipples poking me softly.

My roaming hand moved freely behind her back and stopped only when it possessed a firm, round bun on her ass. I squeezed to tell her I liked it.

Elena's hand in my hair pulled me in her mouth harder to reciprocate her feelings. My tongue stroked hers, and we went for a playful duel.

My rock-hard dick was poking her belly. I adjusted to lay it across her pussy between her thighs. The gap between our bellies lessened.

We were in no rush, we had all night and the concentration was completely on kissing and appreciating each other. Our tongues interchanged roles plenty of times. At one time she was in my mouth exploring the reaches of my mouth and then I went back into hers. Another time we would just keep kissing with our lips. Elena would suck my lips, only to concede when I sucked her lips. We went on kissing and licking each other for the longest time.

I had no recollection of which one of us had taken my boxers off, but they weren’t there when my cock met her pussy. Elena's hips, at some point, started to grind on my cock. I realized what she wanted next but I was unwilling to let her mouth off from mine just yet. I adjusted and pulled my ass a little, my cock pulled away from her pussy until just the tip remained near the lips. She stretched her leg further and raised her hip sideways. We were in sync. The head of the cock was between her very wet pussy lips. Neither of us needed a hand to guide my cock in. All I was required to do was push. That's what I did.

“mmmmm….”Elena gave a long moan of appreciation.

Earlier in the evening, Elena had shown the pleasurable way of smooth, slow lovemaking. I picked from where Elena had left. Once inside her pussy, I let my cock relax and slide in calmly. The way Elena’s pussy responded meant she was happy with the pace I was at. She squeezed the insides of her pussy and slowly pulled my cock in, a millimeter for every tug.

Our lips stayed attached and we played along with our tongues. My hand on her bun put the pressure to pull Elena on my cock. As I neared the hilt, her moaning in my mouth increased.

“mmmmmmm…” she crooned.

Our groins had desires of their own. Even while I was enjoying kissing Elena very much, our hips started to move in fuck motion.

I decided that we deserved to play it out better and detached my lips from hers. Somehow she knew what was going to happen. Intuitively, Elena pulled her leg away from my hip and drew her hip back. As she turned to lay on her back, my cock begrudgingly slipped out from her pussy. My hand loosened the hold on her bum and she straightened on her back, opening her legs.

I rose on my elbow and pulled myself up to climb in between her thighs. Settling my knees between her thighs, I bent forward on my palms. I searched for her eyes in the dim light and saw a need-filled invitation.

Elena brought her hand down to hold my cock and placed it on her entrance one more time. I leaned forward to take her lips again and shoved inside her pussy one more time. Syncing the dual entry had an instant effect on her mind and her body. Elena moaned her pleasure in my mouth one more time, “mmmmmmm…”

I lowered myself, placing my elbows next to her and gaining deeper access inside her pussy. I kissed her mouth, turning my hands to her head. I pulled out almost the entire length before plunging back in. Using just my hips as far as possible, I stayed glued to Elena’s lips. Elena flung her hands behind my back and pulled my neck and shoulder towards her. I started making ardent love to her with my tongue and my cock. She tried to pull a leg behind my lower back but the movement on my hips didn’t let the leg stay in one place. As a result, her one leg wavered in the air, as I pushed and pulled from her pussy.

Her moaning picked up in my mouth, “mmm mmm…uuummm….uuu mmm” she sang with each thrust.

As my plunges and pulls became rapid it became difficult to keep our lips attached. We compromised and concentrated on making love.

The urgency turned the lovemaking into full-scale fucking and her moans became grunts, “Unnngh...UNNNGH…UNGHHH.”

The door left open by Elena for Pierre’s benefit was achieving its purpose.

With the edge off from the earlier session, I was going to last longer than I would have in another situation. I slowed my pace to calm down, Elena was furious and she clawed my back to pull me deeper. She was on edge and another couple of thrusts would have gotten her off the cliff.

My well-timed reduction of pace calmed her a little but left her sexually furious. I pacified her by taking her lips again with mine. Even if she felt it was ill-timed, she kissed me with passion. After a lengthy kissing session, I picked the pace of my lovemaking. She responded with a grateful moan, “mmmmmmmmuuuuuu…..”

I plunged and pulled with ease. Our lips unclasped and she started to grunt, “Unnngh… Unnngh…”

It did not take long before I was repeatedly knocking her innards with the tip of my cock. The rhythmic pumping had the desired effect and the decibel level of Elena’s grunts was proof of that, “UNNNGH…UNGHHH…UNGHHH…UNGHHH”

I too was carried away and heaved a grunt, “NGH…”

Just when I had carried Elena to the hilt, it was time for another deliberate deceleration. I was only grateful Elena did not have an object near her hand else I was sure to receive a concussion. She was going ballistic.

Elena clasped my hair in her hand and pulled. She started to buck on her own with my cock inside her. As I pulled back, she raised her butt to refuse me the drawback. Her groan was louder, completely disapproving of my strategy. She was on an even sharper edge than she was earlier and I was depriving her of a climbdown that she craved for. Her pussy was leaking but she wasn’t cumming. She was near but she was yet to orgasm.

I had raised my hips high away from Elena. She was not able to keep my dick deep inside her where she needed it. Her raising her hips also did not help – my cock remained no more than an inch inside her. She squeezed her pussy lips to tug my cock in, without success. If she was furious earlier, she was enraged now.

To divert the sexual energy, I came down on her lips. Once again she obliged, hungrily making love to my lips and tongue instead of my cock. A minute or so later, she was calm and expecting me to restart the lovemaking. Her legs reached behind me with zeal and she managed to get one leg far enough behind me, trying to pull me deep inside her. I obliged by going deeper now that we both were off from the edge.

Just then she pulled my lower lip between her lips and drew it inside her mouth. She held my lip between her teeth and bit me. The sting of her bite was excruciating. I groaned in her mouth in pain. She had sent me a message for my horseplay and it said, ‘Don’t you dare do that again.’

I picked up the pace of the pulling and plunging my cock inside her pussy. The climb back up to orgasmic numbness was much more pleasurable for her. My in-and-out movements were not frantic, they were measured and fulfilling.

With the build-up inside her, Elena rose to the peak of her orgasm as she had never experienced before. Her cries were proof of that.

After a “UNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHH…….” she lost her voice. She thanked her gods for letting her experience this level of pleasure. His climax was deafening in her mind and blew her brains in ecstasy. She stopped breathing as she came and clawed my back. The scrape of her nails stopped in their tracks as she dug her nails inward.

It was an unbelievable experience for her. Before she was done, I sprang a leak and sprayed her pussy with my own jizz, mixing her cream with mine. My jerks were measured, and I thrust rapidly to release my semen deep inside her womb. At the same time, it scared me that she wasn’t breathing anymore, even while I was aware she was orgasming.

Moments later, Elena sucked in some air and started breathing rapidly. Down below her pussy leaked as if there was no control left inside her that let the cream flow out without restraints. My cock was still embedded inside her and yet the juices found a way to leak out. The strings flowed between her buns and past her ass crown, on to the bedsheet. The trickle of the juices would have tickled her ass had she not gone numb in excitement.

The sexual release had temporarily overshadowed the pain in my lip but with each passing second, my lip started to hurt. Had she not bitten me so hard, I might have realized that the nails in the back too had drawn blood.

“hunnnnh…hnnnnuuuunnnnh,” Elena panted.

My cock was losing its stiffness rapidly coupled with the pain in my lip effect I was processing. I bravely tried to remain inside Elena until she had settled down after her orgasm. She was still panting when I rolled over next to her and lay on my back. My hand impulsively went to my lip to check the damage.

As she recovered, she saw me press my lip with my fingers to stop bleeding. Realizing what she had done Elena apologetically turned hastily towards me to check my lip. She must have kissed me a thousand times more after that in an apology for having bitten my lip as if the kisses will heal the bruised lip.

The pain subsided after the first few minutes but I let her make love to my lip because I was loving the attention.

Long after the lovemaking, we lay in each other’s arms. Elena held me around the waist as if I was a flight risk. I held Elena by her shoulder and her bum not wanting this dream to be over.

Until morning, we stayed locked in an embrace. If we did not make love again in bed, it was only because Pierre was up before the both of us. The smell of fresh coffee wafting in the air reached us too.

Saturday, July 20, 2019

Elena stirred and not much later, I did too.

She looked at me, holding her near with an arm behind her back, and said, “Good morning.” She then smiled and kissed me before I could respond. Her soft lips on mine reminded me of the sting on my lip. The look on her face told me she was apologetic.

I tried hard not to flinch and said, “Good morning.”

The coffee was on the bedside table. I was surprised by Pierre. What was he doing? Why was he letting this happen?

Elena, too, realized the coffee was on the bedside table. Instead of picking up the coffee, she untangled and got up. She went to the en suite bathroom without putting anything on her. Moments later she reappeared and picked up the nightgown she had left on the floor at night and pulled it on her shoulders. She walked out without drawing the gown.

Taking it as a sign, she was off abruptly, I got up and went to the bathroom myself. I returned to the bed in my boxers and was going to pick up the coffee mug when Elena returned.

I had seen the tear on my lip while in the bathroom. The lower lip was bruised and blue. The cut looked worse than it actually was. It also hurt a little, especially on contact.

After scanning the house, she came back and announced, “It looks like Pierre has gone for a jog,” adding, “He does that on most weekends.”

After removing the lid from the top, Elena picked up the second coffee mug and looked toward me before sitting in front of me. She crossed her leg, not bothering to pull the gown to close. The magnificent view for me was a clear view of her body, from the neck and down to her pussy, with her boobs almost contained behind the lapels of her gown.

Elena said, smiling, “I am so glad I did not let you vanish in the middle of the night.” Referring to the extraordinary sexual experience she had.

I smiled and nodded, “Not half as pleased as I am.” Referring to the bruise on my lip.

She blushed and repeated, “I’m sorry,” and then added, ”You asked for it.”

“Ohhhh,” I exclaimed, “okayyyy,” sarcastically.

She smiled and reached out to touch my lip. I let her. As she sat back, one alabaster-skinned boob peeked through the loose and open gown.

“Don’t worry, It will heal in a month or two,” I pushed a bit more with the sarcasm.

She blushed ever more, feeling sorry. I knew it would last no more than a few days.

Changing the subject, she asked, “Please tell me you don’t regret what has happened.” Then quickly added, “I for one, have no regrets.”

I smiled back and told her, “I do not regret it in the slightest. My greatest concern was I should not hurt my relationship with you and Pierre in any manner.” I added, “I deeply value your friendship and would never ever want to compromise on that.”

Elena gushed delightfully and said, “You have nothing to be bothered about. I can assure you of that.”

An hour later, I was washed up and ready and met with Pierre and Elena in their dining room. Elena had laid a change of clothes for me in the guest room, something she must have felt that would fit me since I was a size bigger than Pierre.

“Good morning, Pierre,” I said as I entered.

“Good..... “ Pierre reacted, seeing the bruised lip that was now partially blue and red. Then he turned to Elena, “What the ….., Elena.”

Elena blushed and again apologized to me in front of Pierre.

“Don’t be stupid. What’s done is done,” I said magnanimously.

Pierre stepped closer to have a good look and then said, “tch..tch,” shirking his head, then he laughed at the situation, and said, “That’s what you get for screwing other people’s wives.”

Elena swatted his arm with a ladle in mock anger. I smiled at his light-hearted sarcasm. I started to say something, “Pierre, I…..” but before I could say anything Pierre raised his hand to my face ordering me to say nothing.

“I think I should get going now,” I wanted to get out and go home.

Both of them looked at me in surprise as if I had said something offensive.

After Elena had harrumphed her disapproval, she said, “Frederic, we know Dorina isn’t in town. I spoke with her when we weren’t able to talk to you. So you can very well nurse your bruised lip here and let me take care of you this weekend.”

I was not surprised Elena had called Dorina. I was confident Elena hadn’t discussed our threesome of sorts from last week.

Pierre nodded as if it was his plan as well to say the same thing. I noticed she said ‘me’ and not ‘us’.

I could not imagine staying there for another two nights but thought the better way out was not to argue for the moment and discuss this after breakfast maybe.

Pierre insisted, “There is a Servette match later in the afternoon as well. We will watch that together.” I did not have the heart to tell them my interest in football was minimal but I stuck around.

I ate breakfast with them and we chatted about everything from the United Nations to watches, from college to philanthropy. The hours in the day passed by as we laughed and chatted and then had a light lunch salad and soup. The day was a reminder of the great camaraderie we shared amongst the three of us.

Around four in the afternoon, Pierre brought a couple of beers for us and ginger ale for Elena. Besides that, she organized chips and hors d'oeuvre that she had been working on in the afternoon, as we assembled around the TV for a football match between Servette FC Geneva and Grasshoppers Zurich.

Fifteen minutes before kick-off, Elena entered after changing into a skimpy white spaghetti vest without a bra. The firm, beautiful mounds of flesh filled the spaghetti top to a full stretch, and her nipples poked clearly. She paired it with a short skirt that struggled to reach the bottom of her butt.

Pierre gave a wolf whistle as she entered. My appreciation was somewhat muted, with a gleam in my eyes, a grin as wide as my face would allow. She bent forward exaggeratingly to keep the empty plates on the table, her ass pointing towards Pierre. Loving what he saw, Pierre bent forward and held her butt, and planted his mouth on her buns to kiss them. I wondered if she was wearing panties beneath the skirt.

Pierre chugged the beer for a couple of large sips and then kept the bottle on the table. He grasped Elena’s hand and pulled her onto his lap. They kissed and made out in front of me. His hands explored her body lovingly. Her lips plastered to his as they tongue kissed heavily until the umpire blew the whistle on tv announcing the start of the match.

Pierre took it as if it was a foul whistle for him - ordering him to leave the wife alone and concentrate on the game. He pulled his mouth away from Elena’s but kept her on his lap, his hands reluctant to leave her be.

As the Servettes kicked off on the field, his hands slowed the pawing and groping but explored intermittently. Not appreciating the lack of attention, Elena got off his lap. He resisted, but she wriggled out of his hold. Instead of finding another seat on the sofa next to him, she decided it was I she wanted to sit with, or maybe sit on. My blatantly staring at her must have conveyed my hunger. Elena dramatized her short walk to my sofa, walking in slow motion, on her toes, with her hands flaring like a ballerina. I was pleased to see she was not joking.

Elena stopped in front of me, and looked down straight towards me, in my face. Keeping her eyes locked with mine, Elena raised her knee on one side of my legs and then another to the other. My hands impulsively reached the now familiar slim waist. Her very tight spaghetti has crept up a little and my hands held her waist partially on her bare skin. Elena’s skin was warm and soft.

She scrunched a little and moved forward, taking my head in her hand. She swung her other hand behind my neck to hold me near her mouth.

Our eyes never left contact and the glint in her eyes meant she wanted to get naughty. Then she asked me, “Do you want to watch the match?”

“Not today, no,” I rampantly shook my head. She chuckled at the spontaneity even though she knew what I was going to say.

“Then I think we have a lot of time, don’t we,” she checked.

“No, I think not enough,” she loved my witty repartee and smiled, putting her lips onto mine.

Our lips met with soft passion; she was being considerate of the bruised lip. After the first soft kiss, as a token apology, Elena concentrated on my lower lip and licked it from outside. She eventually moved inside and layered the inside of my lower lip with her tongue. She then kissed it slowly a few more times and then pulled it between her lips. She sucked the lower lip with tender loving care as if it would heal the lip back to normal. She was in no hurry and spent a lot of time sucking on it.

I offered her a change and returned the favor by licking and kissing her upper lip which was opportunistically placed between my lips as she sucked my lower lip. Elena loved it and moaned in my mouth, “mmmmm…”

We changed course after a while and started exploring each other’s mouths with our tongues, taking turns. Elena took the initiative and sent her tongue in my mouth and I played with her tongue before letting her move around my mouth dancing and exploring. Moments later, it was my turn to enter her mouth and I sent my wet emissary. She welcomed my tongue with hers and then let me twist and twirl in her mouth all around. And then she reciprocated with the same.

Whenever we felt short of breath, I would use my nostrils unwilling to let go of her lovely mouth. Whenever she needed to, Elena pulled back and kissed me on the lips as she sucked in some air and then she dived right back inside my mouth for some more, in the process letting out a soft moan, “mmmmm…”

Our hands were busy on each other’s bodies as we stroked and massaged each other all around. Elena played around behind my head with one hand and with my cheeks with her other. Thankfully, while exploring with my hands behind her, I had the wits about me to reach the bottom of her skirt from behind her. As I reached the butt cheeks, my pat and squeeze confirmed what I was suspecting earlier - no panties. ‘Thank you, lord!’

My right hand, which had found its way under her skirt, played with her soft, warm, and round cheek. When I had enough I moved my hand to the other only to move back to the first in a while. On one of those many to-and-fro moves, my hand paused in between the cheeks and my finger dived under her.

As soon as my index finger reached the crown of her ass, Elena flinched and opened her eyes glaring at me. As chance would have it she was sucking my upper lip at that moment. She hastily brought her teeth down and held my lip between her teeth, daring me. Her hand in my hair turned into a fist - gripping a bunch of my hair. The look in her eyes was loaded with desire. There was so much juice her pussy was producing that the trickles had lubricated the outside of her ass crown also -my finger could feel the warm liquid.

The showdown came to a climax when I shoved my index finger in a short thrust inside her. She clamped her teeth on my upper lip with a vengeance and gave a grunt with her throat, putting her weight in the bite. She pulled the fistful of my hair back, which only added the pull on my lip, worsening the impact.

Elena climaxed on my hand as juices from her pussy flowed unabated. The short pause had taken the surprise off it, but the exhilarating experience she received made her go crazy.

I could not respond even though my lip pained immensely.

Elena exclaimed like a lioness, “HHHNNNNNNNNNHHHH,” digging her teeth into my upper lip.

I don’t think Pierre had been watching the match attentively anyway but the commotion of the climax and the bite must have raised an alarm.

A spasmodic Elena let go of my lip from between her teeth and fell forward on my chest. She was writhing and thrashing in my arms even as the finger in her butt found further depth, thanks to her climax that made her unclench my finger. I kept drilling the finger in and Elena kept cumming for a long while.

Elena lay limp in my arms, her heaving chest on mine, cushioned by the two lovely round globes of her boobs with hard nipples poking soft holes.

With Elena having slumped forward to my chest, I could see Pierre staring at us instead of the match. He saw Elena squirm and spasm. Pierre and I exchanged knowing glances and smiled appreciatively at each other. I would only later realize that he was staring at my open upper lip.

My finger had come out halfway out of Elena’s tush; her sphincter had relaxed now and she was comfortable with the intrusion. Her head remained on my chest and one hand was behind my head, the grip on my hair had loosened, thankfully without any damage.

I moved my finger, every once in a while and Elena would give a soft moan in my chest, “mmmm.” I had no way of knowing if she was rebuking me to stop or approving it to repeat. I chose to repeat.

Her slumped body in my lap was leaning forward into my chest. I had to stretch and reach out, which I slowly and patiently did. Without pulling my index finger out, I moved forward and got my middle finger wedged between her pussy lips. Elena responded in my chest. She was extremely wet and dripping so getting my finger inside was not going to be difficult. I wasn’t going inside her pussy; instead, I moved my middle finger and wedged it between her pussy lips so the tip could reach the far end and touch her clitoris. My first flick alerted Elena of my tactic and she responded excitedly with a louder moan, “MMMMMM….”

I slowly increased pace, rubbing and flicking her clitoris with the edge of my finger. The scrub caused it to harden even more.

Elena went on the road to fantasyland, with her moans, “MMMMMMM…MMMMMM.” She approved every touch on her clit.

It came to a point she moved her butt to meet my finger halfway as it cruised between the wedge of her pussylips. It did not take long for Elena to start to moan, squirm, and buck. The audience shouted in the stadium, excited with whatever was happening out there, and it seemed they were rooting for Elena - asking her to go on, buck up.

Pierre was beyond excited and his dick at the highest level of attention was proof of his state of mind. His own attention was hardly split anymore between what was happening on the sofa and what was happening on the tv.

The whistle on the television announced it was halftime. If anything was timed by the gods it was that.

Elena was going restless with all her squirming and writhing. It was time for proper penetration. She also must have realized that it was the game’s half-time.

Elena lifted her head off my chest and applied pressure on the side of the sofa with her palm and attempted to get up. But she was weak-kneed with excitement and aroused with lust.

Understanding her need to get up, I helped her up. All she uttered was, “Pierre…” and it did not take long for me to comprehend who she wanted; I already knew what she needed.

I lifted her in my hands as I got up in one swoosh. It was time for me to return the favor. I took a few steps towards Pierre. Who was more than ready. He made me wait a few seconds before shirking off his jeans and letting them fall to his ankles along with his boxers.

His raging boner was proof that he had indeed been paying attention not just to the football, but also to our foreplay.

Elena climbed down from my arms directly onto the sofa and started adjusting immediately. She placed her left knee outside Pierre's right and her right outside his left and faced him. Pierre wanted to kiss his wife and raised his hands around her back to pull her head towards him.

She was not interested. Elena was desperate for cock inside her. She pulled her knee a bit ahead and reached for Pierre’s dick with her hand. She hastily moved to direct it on her pussy lips. The juice from her pussy was dripping on his glans before it even went in.

Assisted by gravity and lust, she dropped her body on his cock in one single swoosh and moaned, “AAAAAA...HHHHHHHHH….”

Pierre too quickly adjusted to the need of the hour and helped her settle on his cock. Once inside her, Pierre looked up to see her face. Elena had closed her eyes and she seemed to be savoring the feeling of a thick pole inside of her. Pierre calmly retained his grasp on her waist.

All Elena needed was a few seconds and then she went to business. She started bucking and rocking on his cock furiously. Pierre tried to keep his hands on her waist, and for that, he had to loosen the grip because she was going to town.

“AAAAAA…. HHHHUUUUHHHHH….” Elena moaned as she moved rapidly.

After less than a minute of rocking and bucking, she changed tack and bobbed up and down his cock, “UNNNNHHH…UNNNNHHH…UUUUUUUNNNNHHH.”

It did not take her long to reach the cusp of her orgasm. She had already been prepped. Pierre was extremely excited, having witnessed the foreplay from a few feet away. Now, he was going bonkers seeing his wife fucking him crazily.

Rarely a grunter, Pierre made an exception with, “AAAANNNNGH.”

Seconds later, Elena, sweating all over from the crazed moves, changed back to bucking and rocking. She was as near as she could be.

“UNNNNHHH…UNNNNHHH…UNNNNHHH,” cried Elena.

Pierre shot the first missile from his cannon. “Annnngh…..” a grunt came from his chest. His squirt must have hit her deep inside because she started flowing juices instantly thereafter.

“Pi……UUUMMMMMMMMMMMM” exclaimed Elena.

If loving someone is good, having sex with someone you love is better, and making someone you love cum is great, but cumming together with someone you love is the best feeling in the world. Pierre and Elena were sharing that moment.

With each spurt of cum Pierre fired inside Elena’s womb, she released a chunk of her own juice. Pierre heaved into her pussy and jerked with each string. Elena matched him with her own squeeze and spasm and god synchronized their orgasms to a blissful climax.

Their cries and grunts slowed as their climaxes cooled down. But they were panting and gasping for breath. Neither of their groins stopped moving, and both continued to rock and buck, slowly.

Elena dropped her forehead on Pierre’s shoulder exhausted and sweaty. Pierre brought his hand behind her back and smoothly rubbed her shoulder a few times. He too was taking rapid breaths of air, even though it was Elena who had done all the work, it was she who had fucked him.

They remained calmly embracing each other until they had both settled down, especially until Elena had decided to get up. Pierre’s cock had wilted and the tip of his cock was at the edge of her pussy. His flaccid meat, coated with the mixed juice from Elena’s pussy, was coming out - a fraction of an inch at a time.

When Elena decided to get up, she pulled her weight up, looked into her husband’s eyes, and leaned in with her lips on his and they exchanged long wet kisses. At the end of it, she told him, “I love you, Pierre.”

“I love you, Elena,” Pierre replied without hesitation.

Elena got off Pierre with a small amount of difficulty as she stepped back. A little unsteady at first, Elena shot her hand down to cup her pussy instantly when she realized her pussy was letting go of the liquid that her pussy could not contain. It wasn’t just going to drip from her thigh down her leg. She hastily cupped the mouth of her pussy shut with the palm of her hand and dashed off inside, walking on her toes as if that would help.

After she was out of sight, Pierre turned to look at me and smiled. My mouth had remained open longer than I knew it, bloated lips weren’t any help either. Their fucking had had an effect on my dick and it was raging inside my trousers.

The match post-half-time had restarted. Pierre, having pulled his jeans back up, tried to concentrate on the match occasionally speaking with me on random stuff. It must have been well over twenty minutes later that Elena came back out.

Elena walked back in looking fresh and perked up. It was clear she had showered. She looked clean, and fresh, with her hair wet. She had tossed her earlier spaghetti and skirt. Elena chose to come back out in a towel gown.

Elena scanned the room, and both of us looked toward her with grins on our faces. She walked back into the kitchen and after a few minutes came back with a cheese board. She laid it on the table in front of Pierre and said, “I’d forgotten to get this in.” Playing the perfect housewife, she then looked toward Pierre and me - their guest of honor.

Elena decided in favor of the guest. She sashayed a few steps toward me and climbed on my lap. I wholeheartedly welcomed her opening both my arms. Elena loosened the belt around her waist and climbed on the sofa just as she had earlier with me and then with Pierre, facing front and parking her arms on my shoulders.

Her intentionally loosening the belt in front of me meant I had the opportunity to wiggle my hands from inside her lapels and wrap around her back from the inside of the gown, on her bare skin. With not a stitch beneath her bath gown, her delightfully bare skin in my open palms felt heavenly.

Elena’s skin was moist and fresh and it felt baby-soft in my hands. As she sat bare inches from my face I could smell the fresh aroma from her body. It felt like I was holding a flower covered with dew from a garden, that smelt like rose and lily.

Near my face, she surveyed the damage she had caused on my upper lip and felt profusely apologetic for biting me for the second time in less than twenty-four hours. She brought her hand up and held my upper lip and turned it around to check the tear. Apparently, the gash was smaller than the one on my lower lip.

Elena grinned to convey she regretted her naughty retort but loved every bit of it. On the face of it, she said, “Fred…I’m sorry…” whispering into my face. It still hurt but the sting was much less than earlier.

I smiled back, and moved up, “I hope you are going to kiss it and make it better?”

Her smile widened at my dumb question. Elena planted her first one on my upper lip, then one on my lower lip, and then pulled my lower lip between her lips to lick it with her tongue. One by one she licked both the cuts with her saliva, cleaned both lips, and then sucked them softly.

My hands floated on her soft back, caressing her smooth, soft, moist spine. I found one hand was best placed at her soft bottom globe. The feel of a fresh, cool bottom tempted me to look for some similar freshness in her front. I snaked my other hand in front of her slowly and managed to squeeze in my left hand on her firm, supple, fresh boob. ‘Oh boy, what a feeling,’ I thought. The skin was baby-soft on my palm, I managed to play with the blob even as she purred her approval and entered my mouth with her tongue for the first time in the second half of the game.

Pierre must have been struggling to keep the focus on the game, imagining things happening inside Elena’s gown. On our part, there was no rush, no rapid movement. Elena was luxuriating in my hands, loving the attention. I was relishing the French kiss in my mouth and the feel of soft skin on both my palms.

With the edge having gotten taken out from her, Elena kissed me like she meant it. She kissed every part of my face, then moved back to my lips, and then reentered my mouth only to repeat this again and again. My hands squeezed her soft skin on the breast and the bum.

Somewhere in LaLa Land, Elena pulled her hands from behind my head. Moving her hands on the collar of her bath gown, she pulled it off from her shoulders and it fell behind her bundling near her butt, on my lap.

I couldn’t say whether she wanted to get more frisky, more freely, or whether she was just being naughty for the benefit of Pierre. Whatever the reason, I had unencumbered and free reins of her upper body. My hands roamed even more freely around her back and what she did next must have broken Pierre’s dick in his jeans.

Elena raised herself on her knees, her mouth going out of range from my lips and her butt removing the pressure from my dick. My hands moved automatically lower on her waist, around her hips. Dangling in front of me were two of the most beautiful globes I have seen. If Dorina was a nine, Elena was a ten in the knockers department.

In no hurry, I clicked a thousand closeups of those beautiful mammaries with my eyes and registered them forever in my mind. Raising a hand from her hip, I cupped delicately her right boob from below. The freshness I had felt earlier on the same boob seemed much better now that I had a look along with the feel of manna from heaven.

I pushed the skin up a little and the perked-up nipple temptingly offered itself to me. I opened my mouth and moved in on it. My open mouth was wide enough to take in the areola along with the nipple.

Elena moaned, her approval, “mmmmmmm….”

I first flicked the nipple with the tip of my tongue, thanking it for the standing salute. The flick sent a wave of pleasure inside Elena. She purred, “mmmm….”

After flicking the nipple a few times, I brought my full tongue in contact and layered the entire areola with the base of my tongue. The full tongue lick rubbed hard on the nipple and Elena loved it. Her hands grabbed my head from behind and pulled me. She whimpered, “ummmm….”

I repeated the full tongue lick a couple of more times and changed to sucking the nub. I applied suction around her areola and her nipple and doubled it by flicking the nipple after every couple of sucks.

In response, Elena pulled my head towards her boob harder, wanting more.

Instead, I stopped and changed to taking the nipple between my teeth. Elena flinched. Both her hands gripped locks of my hair in her fists. Even in our sexed-up minds, this was scary. I decided, no matter how much the temptation, biting her nipple was bound to make me bald. I mulled my options and rolled her nipple with the edge of my teeth.

Encouraged by the response, I started to lightly chew on her nipple. Elena must have loved it because she loosened the grip on my hair and started coursing her fingers through my hair while pulling me in.

Somewhere behind us, the final whistle announced the football game was over. Apparently, the guests had won even though the home team had also scored.

Pierre and I stayed back in the drawing room, nursing our hard dicks, and willed them to settle down. It was supposed to take a while though. Elena spent close to an hour after the match in the kitchen to get the dinner ready, retaining her towel gown for apparel for the rest of the evening, loosely fastened. Elena was a skilled chef who loved cooking, and she put together a decent spread for us to enjoy.

Dinner was a happy bonhomie. We chatted and laughed. We must have downed a bottle of wine along with the food and stretched the dinner to an hour and a half.

Pierre offered, “Are both of you up for a picnic tomorrow?”

Elena countered, “I am game. I will make the picnic, you choose where we should go.”

I offered, “We could go cruising on the yacht.”

Both of them approved the decision. Whenever I wanted peace and quiet, I’d go cruising on a yacht. Areas around the lake were usually too busy with tourists and taking the yacht into the lake almost always made better sense.

On our first anniversary, I had gifted Dorina the yacht and we had named it Joop. It was a three-tiered modest thirty-five-foot-length yacht that mostly remained docked at the marina. Pierre’s family owned a much bigger yacht which also mostly remained docked at the exclusive marina of his father’s lakefront estate.

Both my lips were recovering slowly. They hurt less but the sting returned if I had hot food or drink.

Pierre and I went for a short walk on his estate to get some fresh air. Elena stayed back to sort out some chores.

He asked me, “Frederic, I hope you are fine.”

If his reference was toward the sexually active weekend we were having, I replied, “I am fine Pierre. Really. I am.” Then as an afterthought added, “I’d never known Elena to be so….” I struggled to find the right word.

Pierre helped, “…liberated?”

I nodded for Pierre getting the gist right. Pierre laughed in response, and then said, “Look Frederic, I have always known you had a thing for Elena. Even back in college, I knew that. I also am aware that if you had not gone after Dorina and asked Elena out, she’d have said yes to you without a second’s delay.” He paused and then added, “She is such a sweetheart that she never admitted to me once, ever, that she had liked you more than me. But I know it.”

“Don’t be daft.” I admonished Pierre, “She loves you more than anyone in the world.”

“Oh, I know that. And I also love her with all my heart,” Pierre said, without a shred of doubt.

“Look, what happened…what is happening, doesn’t change anything, that’s all I am saying.” Pierre explained, then added, “What happened earlier was an accident, maybe even subconscious feelings that made it happen...” referring to our tryst the previous week, “What is happening now is well-intentioned fun.”

“After last week, Elena and I talked about it and we put it behind us.” He clarified, “It was clear there were no regrets. In fact, she confided and told me she loved it immensely. If only, she was concerned if it bothered me. And it doesn’t. You matter to both of us.”

“Now too, I see no reason why we can’t deal with it. We are mature adults and unless it hurts someone, it's fine.” He summarized.

I was speechless and unaware of how to respond.

“I have been aware that the situation between you and Dorina has been tough for a couple of years. No thanks to you and your dumb Joop or whatever… going all ambitious unnecessarily and risking too much” he said angrily.

He went on, “Your tensions of work have seeped into your personal life and have put too much at stake. Sort it out quickly, my friend, before it is too late.” As an afterthought, he added, “You must tell me how I can help with anything…anything” he insisted.

“Thank you, Pierre,” I was genuinely obliged by his concern and greatly appreciated his saying so. I tapped his shoulder for that.

The air outside was cool and the soft breeze on my face was fresh. We walked around his estate for the next twenty minutes, chatting about my business. I updated him about the progress with investors - those getting bought out and those buying in. Things seemed to be looking up for the better on the front of prickly issues. He was genuinely happy that I was turning a corner.

I struggled to offer him a good reasonable explanation as to why Dorina was vacationing with Angiola. As it happens, when you are trying to cover up something you fumble. And I fumbled with the fibbing that everything was alright on that front.

Pierre did not push, sensing the discomfort.

I had skimmed the fact that Angiola had bewitched Dorina away, first to Paris, then to Marrakesh, and that they were sleeping together as well. Without my saying all that, some of it had become apparent.

As I spoke, in my heart, I wondered if Dorina was just acting on impulse? Was there something I was missing about how things are going to be with Dorina? Suddenly, I was conflicted with strange feelings about the future.

Pierre tried to sound confident and thoughtfully strayed away from the topic.

I wasn’t sure how he would react if he knew the whole story. Elena and Pierre had managed to keep my mind occupied for the last twenty-four hours and now having been reminded of Dorina, Angiola, and Joop, I wanted to head back home.

Pierre read through my silence for the rest of the walk.

I went into their guest room after saying “good night” to Pierre and Elena. Pierre replied to me, “Good night,” and Elena feigned as if she did not hear me.

Half an hour later, when Elena must have decided to call it a night, she came to the guest room. She opened the door and came in. The door behind her remained open with dim light weaving its way inside the room. After a couple of steps inside, she opened the robe she had been wearing since earlier in the evening and let it fall off her shoulders to the ground. I already knew there was not a piece of apparel on her under the bathrobe. Her silhouette confirmed she was as wonderfully naked as I held her on my lap a few hours earlier.

“Now, where were we?” She asked, referring to the abrupt end of our foreplay from the evening.

I pulled myself up and sat straightening my back against the bed rest, my ear-to-ear smile gave away my happiness in seeing her come to me that night.

“I was supposed to make love to you,” I said, as straight as intentions go.

“That sounds like a plan,” Elena could not argue with me on that.

She crawled onto the bed and reached my stretched legs and rode them until she was riding my thighs. Her hands rested on my shoulder and she moved forward to kiss me one more time that day.

We kissed a few times and she paid undue attention to my bruised lips and licked and sucked them aplenty.

Eventually, I reminded her, by pulling her up, where we had actually got interrupted. She realized what I wanted and moved up on her knees and leaned forward simultaneously delivering her soft boob and nipple to my mouth. The same left one I had reluctantly conceded earlier in the evening.

I pulled the boob into my mouth and sucked the nipple and the areola around it only to follow it up with a good lick. I repeated the suck, flick, and lick motion on her breast and Elena moaned, enjoying the sensation, “mmmmmm….”

Once content, I decided the twin should also be treated with respect and moved left to capture her right boob in my mouth. I started with a softer suck motion first. After that, I added the licking to sucking. Once I had layered her areola and nipple with a lot of my saliva, I added flicking to the routine. Elena was loving it, and moaned her feeling, “mmmmmm….”

My hands, after exploring her back, rested on her butt cheeks and kneaded them. The dual assault on her buns along with her breasts had the desired effect on her state of arousal.

When I ventured between her crack and reached her hole at the back, Elena held my head from both my ears and started twisting. Having first-hand experience of the result of her aggressive response, I withdrew from the hole in her back because there was a risk of another injury.

Elena let me suck her boobs to my heart’s content. She lovingly rubbed my head and coursed her fingers in my hair as I did it. My hands roamed around her butt and lower back. I stayed away from the crack in her ass. I had other plans.

I had Elena purring with my love for her boobs.

When I gently pushed her back, she complied. I turned her in my arms and got her to lie down on the bed. Both of us shifted in the process and moments later Elena lay beneath me, on her back. I restarted making love to her from the lips. My pace wasn’t hurried, but I wasn’t going to stay there either.

After a few kisses, and licks, I moved to her neck and sucked her there. I sucked hard and got her to moan “mmmmmmm.”

It wasn’t much later that I had reached back on her boobs and I layered them both with the help of my tongue and then sucked her breasts and her nipple, getting her buds rock-hard. She moaned again, “MMMMMMMM.” A lot more emphatically.

When my lips reached her belly, she shivered in delight and allowed me to play a little as she giggled. I concentrated, ensuring the next part played out with enthusiasm from her as much as I was looking forward to it. The journey of my lips and my tongue between her belly button and her pussy mound was momentous. Elena’s hands spontaneously got behind my head and just for a moment, I was worried that she might hold me back. Instead, she just held my head, unsure what was to make of it.

By the time I reached her pussy, her grip on my head was tighter. To get her to relax, I skipped her pussy and lay it thick on her inner thighs. I kissed, licked, and sucked all around her pussy. I thanked Elena in my mind for having left the door open partially, and for the dim light that crept in. I could see her beautiful pussy from inches away, appreciate it with my eyes, and my tongue, and smell it with my nose, ‘Oh, what a feeling.’

Avoiding the pussy was getting Elena even more anxious, she started to writhe and moan, “mmmm….mmmmm.”

If I wanted her to relax, I was failing because she was more excited than before and more restless. Her hands gripped my head harder, now directing me into her pussy.

Elena’s pussy was pulsing and the mild shove added to the invitation. I belatedly turned my attention to her pussy. If I was casual with the region around her pussy, I chose to be aggressive with her pussy. As soon as I put my lips on her pussy, I took the whole of her pussy inside my mouth. I already knew she was pulsing and on edge. The moment I did that, she started climaxing. Her hands pulled me deep inside her, and she moaned louder, “AAAAMMMMMMMMM…FFF.”

I did not send my tongue in but just sucked her pussylips. She pulled me even harder, pushing me inside harder, trying to send a message to me to penetrate and send my tongue in. I did not. I let her climax and kept sucking and licking the pussy lips from outside, Elena kept writhing and moaning, “FFFF….AAAAUUUUUMMMMMMM.”

My hands weaved around from under her legs and wrapped around until my hands were high on her thighs. For the next part, I wanted my hands to participate as well.

Elena was having a long climax, her first for the night and her shivers and spasm confirmed she was loving it. Before she had slowed down, I sent my tongue in. One big shove and Elena rocked hard, thanking me for the intrusion. My hands held her where she was and I twirled my tongue inside her pussy. Elena started cumming one more time on the back of her first orgasm and shrieked her appreciation, “OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHmmmmmm.”

Elena went on and on with her orgasm that I had just helped stretch out. She held my head harder, pushed me deeper and her fingers gripped my hair to ensure I did not leave her pussy no matter what the circumstances. My plan was no different.

Before Elena’s stretched-out orgasm was to end I changed tack and started fucking her pussy with my tongue, sending it in and pulling it out. She whimpered as my tongue darted in and out. I lengthened her orgasm even further. She loved the feeling of my tongue fucking her.

She was spasming and cumming continuously. The voice from her chest lowered but was regular, “FRRRE…..UUUUNGH….UNNNGH.” To me, it sounded like she was encouraging me to keep going.

When I realized she was close to settling down, I removed my right hand from around her thigh and moved it to her butt cheek. I gave her bum a little bit of an upward lift. My left hand crept forward and reached her pussymound and moved down into her pussy. The lift helped my finger to reach her clitoris without my losing the depth of her pussy. My tongue continued to dart in and dart out.

It must have been the fag end of her climax when I redirected attention to her clitoris. Elena flinched. The dual tongue and finger attack on her clitoris made her go wild and she cried out loud, “OOOOOOOOH.” The cry released from her chest as she started quaking and shaking again as yet another orgasm left her innards. She released the grip on my head and instead went for the bedsheet, unaware of how to respond.

I alternated between tongue and finger to reach her clitoris. A flick of the finger backed by suction from the lips and a hard lick from the tongue.

Elena was wildly flailing her arms on the beds as I did not let go. The hold of my hands from above and below was keeping her in place as my tongue and finger did magic tricks on her clitoris.

Elena yelped, “OOOOOOOOOOOO,” not knowing what to say, who to call, who to thank.

At one point, she bucked her hips so wildly that I could not keep my tongue in play, I had to rely on my finger to keep the strumming going. Her throat gave up and her open mouth remained wide but no sound came out. I think by then she had also stopped breathing.

It was only when I slowed the attack did she come back from fantasyland. Her chest churned gasps of air as her breasts heaved heavily. I turned my attention to the quarts of liquid she was producing and drank liquid gold coming from the heavenly spring. She was still spasming when I cleaned her pussy with the licking and moved to the sides of her pussy for polishing the region.

In her mind, Elena might have relaxed and was climbing down from the orgasm of a lifetime and yet there was something that happened next that she had least suspected.

The rise and fall of her breasts synchronized with her pulsing pussy. There is something hypnotic about watching a pussy pulse from up close and the distraction might have delayed my next act by a couple of seconds. I came to when Elena’s hand lightly scraped my hair. She could not reach my head properly because it was way lower than earlier. I was still lifting her butt a little with my arms under it and that got my eyes level with her pussy and my mouth to the hole about an inch lower.

Elena, who was earlier able to reach my head comfortably, could only manage to scrape the top of my head as I had sunk it lower. The touch of her fingers on my hair got me out of the reverence of her pussy.

I had just a second to hit the target and I did just that.

My puckered lips landed on the crown of the hole in her ass and simultaneously my tongue darted in, in one swoosh. Though I did not see it, Elena might have risen an inch or two on the bed, levitating in response to my tongue.

She found her voice again and cried as loud as she could, “FRRRRRRRREDD…” and then the volcanic eruption from her pussy - of juices she thought was finished changed the course of the next few minutes.

If she was spasmodic earlier she was ballistic now, if she was orgasming earlier she was erupting now. She had not known the pleasure of this level existed in the material world and came in quarts.

My finger strummed her clitoris like a guitar string and my tongue twirled and twisted inside her ass to keep pleasuring her. I was giving her the experience of a lifetime. She moaned and cried, “UUUUUUNNNGGHHHHHHHHHH.”

If Pierre did not barge in to save his wife from marauders it was only because he knew it was I who was pleasuring her.

My nose was aligned to the pussy lips and I bent my forehead forward. The length of my nose embedded between her pussy lips added to her pleasure but it was my tongue that was keeping her going. She rocked and shook wildly until this new pleasure was settling inside her.

If she had not already fainted off it was because I wasn’t letting her. Her body froze when she was releasing cum and moments later she was limp and exhausted.

I wanted to go on, give her more pleasure while making her push further so she would want more, and I would gratify her sexual needs. But I realized she was exhausted for the moment and withdrew from her anal hole. Her body did not respond. I was hoping her sphincter muscle would relax but she seemed to have given up seconds before I had.

I kissed my way up and noticed I was kissing Elena’s sweaty but limp body. She wanted to lift her hand to push me off but she did not have the energy, her head moved a little as her eyes rolled in and a second later her eyelids shut. She was going to say something but her voice did not help her. Elena was truly exhausted having experienced a multi-orgasm. It looked like she had fainted or dozed off but she was actually in this wonderful mid-state where her body felt lighter, her heartfelt content, her head felt cleaner, and her nostrils and her airpipes open. She had experienced nirvana. She had never encountered anything like that before.

For almost fifteen minutes, I lay sideways and next to her on my elbow, waiting for her to return. Intermittently I would dab and clean the sweat from her forehead, her face, and her chest. She looked so calm and beautiful it was so soothing to look at her in that blissful state.

When Elena did open her eyes slowly, she realized she was neither dead nor in heaven. She moved her head and looked at me admiring her as she lay still and the best smile broke on her lips.

I smiled back and said, “Welcome back.”

Elena did not say anything but moved up with energy she did not know she had and kissed me straight on my lips.

We made love later that night. As we lay snuggled, in the middle of the night, our bodies responded to the mutual heat. I pushed my cock inside her pussy. Wanting to hold that lovely feeling for longer and possibly sleep with that in my mind, I tried to hold my cock inside Elena and stay still. I managed to savor the delightful warmth of hot, moist pussy around my cock for the longest while. I could feel the heavenly divine state but couldn’t sleep in that state. Nature took its toll and I made lazy, slow love to Elena.

Sunday, July 21, 2019

When Pierre came into the room, Elena was in the bathroom and he said “Good morning,” to me.

I replied with a “good morning,” and straightened up, keeping the sheet drawn until my waist. Just then, Elena walked in from the bathroom, blissfully naked. Seeing Pierre in the room she wished him “Good morning, darling.” Taking her into his arms and giving her a peck on the lips, he replied with a “Morning, I was almost worried about the shouts and cries last night,” stressing the ‘almost”. Pierre moved towards the bed and sat on the corner.

Elena laughed as her husband poked at her further, “Someone seemed to be having a lot of fun.”

Elena blushed and moved lower into his face to kiss him on the lips. The deep appreciation in the kiss was possibly for Pierre keeping an open mind towards her having fun.

Elena moved towards her towel gown that lay on the floor and pulled it on her shoulders, without tightening the string around her waist. She sat on the bed next to Pierre and picked up the coffee mug.

“Do you guys have the energy for the picnic,” Pierre pushed further with his pun.

Instead of getting chuckles or laughs, all he got was a smirk from Elena, sending a message - enough with the sarcasm.

It took Elena an hour and a half to get a picnic basket ready, by which time Pierre and I had got ready. Another set chosen by Elena for me, from Pierre’s clothes, fit me almost as well. I started feeling the need for clothes.

Around ten am, we left for the marina at Lac Leman where my yacht was berthing. By noon, we were cruising out of petit lac. By the time we anchored somewhere in grand lac, Elena had opened out her picnic basket, heated the quiche and the bread, made fresh coffee, and laid the table for us. Pierre helped me with the grunt work with the yacht until we anchored and joined Elena on the upper deck.

The wind was mild and the sun was gracious on the day. Elena had moved down to a sultry bikini to soak in the sun. Pierre and I were in long shorts with our shirts off.

We sat on the deck chairs and enjoyed a long break in the conversation, lost in our independent worlds. Elena enjoyed coffee and a croissant, Pierre and I hit the salad and juice. The best thing about our friendship was that we loved each other’s company.

Elena seductively pranced about in her bikini until later afternoon and ensured both Pierre and I remained uncomfortable with tents in our shorts.

Most of the time around our stretched-out brunch and afternoon was spent chatting about the weather, Swiss politics, work, and watches. I did notice both Pierre and Elena avoided discussing Dorina with me. Subconscious played the devil and made me believe they suspected something was amiss, but I could not be sure if they knew the complete details.

Elena decided to soak in the sun properly and opened a towel on the upper deck floor. She must have decided to even out her tan with the sun cooperating. Her hands moved to open the single hook behind her on the bikini. She feigned an inability to reach the small latch behind her and headed towards Pierre sitting next to me for help. Pierre, “Would you mind….?”

Pierre straightened up as if he was waiting for the command and moved his hands on her back. Even though he fumbled in the excitement, the hook snapped open within seconds. Elena shrugged the straps as they fell on her upper arms and stretched them toward Pierre. He raised both his hands and caught hold of the straps and dragged the top off from her revealing the loveliest pair of boobs I had ever seen. I am sure Pierre’s opinion was not very different.

Before she could move back to drag down her bikini bottom, Pierre could resist anymore and pulled Elena. His mouth went straight for the goal and homed in on her left boob and started sucking it happily.

Elena chuckled at his reaction and weaved her hands in his hair, encouraging him to keep going.

I sat barely two feet away from them and looked in Elena’s direction. She acknowledged me by smiling back as if this was the most natural occurrence in our lives. I was very tempted to get up and claim the other breast freely hanging on her right.

Pierre extended the kissing, licking, and sucking from one boob to the other and then returned back for more. By the time he was content, he had worked up both Elena and himself.

“I think it is best I let Frederic help me with the bottom instead,” Elena said, without any real rationale as to why she needed such help in the first place. I took that as a sign of encouragement. Already pumped, I perked up and moved the edge of my chair as Elena took the step sideways and in front of me.

Her belly was eye-level to me. I looked up and raised my hands on her waist. Our eyes met and she must have known that I had no intention of just helping her without a reward. Before I even got her bikini down an inch, my lips had found her belly. I kissed her there, getting her to whimper a soft moan. As soon as my tongue darted out licking her inches above her pussy mound, her hand appeared on my head, rolling her palm to encourage me.

Enthused by the response, I dragged her bikini down an inch every few seconds and moved my tongue in alignment with the waistband on her bikini. The trail of kisses and saliva followed every inch that her bikini was exposing above her pussymound.

“mmmmmm,” She crooned.

A minute later, the mound receded into a trough of her pussy. The gusset of her bikini was stuck between her thighs and she had to open her legs for the bikini to go down further. Her predicament was clear, as was the choice. If she opened her legs a little more it would let me take the bikini down further and it would also open her pussy for my lips and my tongue. The clear choice was to let me do what I was doing, she was going to enjoy it as much as I was going to. She opened her legs a little and her bare pussy came into the open as the downward pressure of the strings took the patch away from her pussy as well.

“AUUUMMMMMMMM,” she lovingly moaned.

My hands did not stop tugging her bikini down which fell instantly around her ankles after the resistance of her thighs had given up. My hands found her buns to hold as I pushed her pussylips toward my lips.

“Oooommmmmmm,” Elena moaned.

I did not have good access to her entire pussy but I made do with the extent I could reach and licked my tongue inches inside her pussy.

“AAAUuuummmm,” Elena whimpered.

Elena’s hand pushed my head inside, just like she had the previous night. Both of us relived the memory of the previous night we had spent together. I continued to lick and reach as far as was possible for me. The more I pushed the wider her legs had to open and at one point my ambition made the situation untenable.

“Frederic, you are incorrigible,” Elena said, shoving my head and then turning to go to her towel. Before lying down, she stretched beautifully. Her raised hands lifted her breasts delightfully and she scanned the surroundings on the horizon. All that was visible on the lake were a couple of yachts, a few small boats, and a sailboat, none within a hundred yards of where we were anchored.

Elena sighed and bent down first on her knees and then moved ahead and lay down on the carpet, face down. She folded her hands under her head for a cushion. Her breasts squashed under her and spilled out a bit on both her sides.

Pierre and I stared at the beautiful, lithe, naked Elena lying in front of us as she sighed and calmly closed her eyes.

Both of us wanted to, I can say for myself that I wanted to, ask her if she needed any suntan lotion applied. Instead, it was her invitation that beat me fair and square, “Honey, can you please apply some lotion on my back?” In another world, I’d have assumed that it was directed toward me, but it obviously was not.

Pierre jumped at the opportunity, just in case I did get any illusions about the invite. In under five seconds, he was next to her and rubbing her back. In excitement, he squirted extra lotion but both he and I knew he was going to be needing a lot more.

Left with few other options, I sat back and looked on.

Pierre, after the initial rush, realized we were in the middle of the lake and weren’t going anywhere. He relaxed the pace. He wasn’t going to just apply lotion, he was going to massage her with the lotion. He spread the excessive lotion around her back and started the massage from her shoulders. In outward circles, he spread the lotion on her shoulders and rubbed it in. He then moved to her upper back and spent longer there. He stretched the massage in up and down motion and used a lot of his thumb to get her to relax as well.

Elena approved, with an “mmmmmm.”

After spending a good amount of time on her back, Pierre slid down on her lower back and moved in a circular motion around the narrowest region on her back. She loved the change of pace and sighed another long, “mmmmmmmm.”

By the time Pierre started to work on her bum and thighs, he needed more lotion as I’d guessed. He squired another handsome amount on his palms and worked on her right thigh. He was liberal with his upward and downward movements and scraped the side of his index finger on the inside thighs and her pussy. The repeated knocking on her pussy walls also made her happy, “mmmmmm.”

Then, when it was time for him to apply lotion to her other thigh he was confident enough to do the same but with a little more force and a little more knocking. Same result, “mmmmmm.”

The time he spent on her calves was less because what tempted him was somewhere above. Pierre, last but not least, paid due attention to her bum. He moved over her legs and squatted on his knees to take her butt cheeks in his palms. Instead of choosing to add more lotion, he started the massage with his palms first, assuming there was a sufficient amount on his palms. There must have been some. He extracted as much fun by squeezing, massaging, mauling, and playing with her bums with his palms under the guise of applying lotion. After a few minutes of playing, he surmised that it was time for some lotion as well. Not that Elena was complaining, all she did, while enduring this sensual massage, was purr and moan.

Once Pierre had some lotion on his palms he reclaimed her left cheek and played with it with both hands and covered every square inch. He then did the same on her other cheek before finally moving into her crack. By the time Pierre was in her crack, he was rubbing the length of her crack between her ass.

Elena moaned, gladly, “MMMMMM.”

Having finished with the massage on her back, under the pretense of applying lotion, he restarted from her shoulder, just in case he had not missed a spot anywhere.

As he squatted on the back of her thighs, applying just the right amount of pressure, Elena was moaning under his hands, “mmmm,”

“Elena, please turn over,” Pierre was not commanding, but there was insistence in his tone just so she would not refuse his machinations.

The coach roof, also the upper deck floor, had topsides and guardrails on both the starboard and the port sides. At the rear, it was just the guardrail that barely prevented an unhindered view of the upper deck and of us. Elena lay on the towel with her head towards the rear and Pierre facing the rear. Fortunately, no boats or yachts were around us.

Contemplating only briefly, Elena shuffled to obey Pierre, who happily moved off of her and hastily removed his shorts. His erection stood perpendicular in front of him, like a pole, hard as steel. He sat back down kneeling, with his butt on his heel and knees on the towel. Elena, who had rolled over, changed positions on her elbow before going back down to face the sky. She only belatedly realized Pierre’s intent but was not completely surprised.

Elena stretched her legs on either side of Pierre giving him full access to her pussy, virtually inviting him on. Pierre had a slightly different position in mind, but he improvised and stretched his legs. He shoved both his legs under Elena’s thighs, giving her bottom a slight lift. He leaned forward and when he was near enough he held his cock in his hand, a full grip, and lowered it. It looked more uncomfortable than it actually was for him. Once at the gates of heaven, he slowly pulled Elena from her waist and kept sinking in.

Elena moaned, delighted, “MMMMM.”

When he was almost completely in her pussy, he let his hands off Elena’s waist. She lay straight from above her waist but her thighs remained raised propped by Pierre’s thighs under hers. The discomfort was temporary for her because she chose to roll both her knees and get her legs behind Pierre. The small portion of his left-out cock got fully embedded inside her as they settled into a comfortable position.

Pierre then picked up the bottle of lotion to restart where he had left. He squeezed a couple of squirts of equivalent on his palm and dabbed it in both his hands before getting to work. He reached high on her collarbones and rubbed nicely. In the process, he gave a few tugs to pull her towards his groin and gave her a dab inside as well. Elena thanked him with another moan, “mmmmm.”

Pierre then did the same with her right arm and after massaging some lotion on it, the tugs got his cock inside her to knock somewhere nice. Elena thanked again with another moan, “mmmmm.”

Taking her left arm, he added the same pressure in his tugs, and his cock knocked inside her. Elena thanked him with yet another moan, “mmmmm.”

His massage then reached her front and center. He added a very tiny squirt on his hands and started on her upper chest. Not being able to pull her from there, he twitched his cock in her, she replied with a squeeze and a moan, “mmmmm.”

Pierre skipped her breasts and moved his hands, loaded with another small squirt of lotion, on her belly. His rubs and caresses slipped sideways and reached her waist. Pierre held her waist with both hands and gave Elena pulls and tugs from the outside, and knocks and dabs on the inside. Elena moaned happily, “mmmmm…mmmmm…mmmmm.”

To openly fuck on the top of the yacht in the open air, even with an audience of one, had a distinct voyeuristic appeal to the lovemaking. It gave them an unexplainable carnal satisfaction that could hardly be matched.

In a short while, the tugs accompanied Pierre trying to rock his bottom, which in the uncomfortable position he was in, were just jerks. Elena moaned, “mmmm...mmmmm…”

The prolonged delay only got them restless and eventually Elena gave up and raised herself first on the elbows and then further up by holding Pierre’s shoulder with one hand. Moments later she was riding his cock, sitting on his thighs. Her breasts locked his head between her tits, as she flung her hands behind him and pulled his neck closer.

Pierre leaned back a little with his palms behind him on the deck floor, carrying his weight and some of Elena’s, as she rocked on his cock.

Finally, he dug his head from between her tits and moved it sideways to draw her nipple in his mouth. The good thing about their slightly uncomfortable posture was that they were bucking wildly and this ensured, for the rest of their love-making session, his mouth was able to remain latched on to one of her nipples.

Their bucking and bouncing were limited and mostly depended on Elena’s rocking to stimulate their desires, which thanks to the foreplay were already on fire.

Elena moaned, “unnngh…..ungghh….ungggh,” as she moved in a limited range.

Pierre remained latched on to her breast, sucking her, while intermittently jerking to add to his pleasures.

Their lovemaking was passionate and it had a somewhat animalistic undertone because of the randomness of their movements. Elena cried, “unnngh…..ungghh.”

As their tempo reached the hilt, Pierre let go of her breasts and reluctantly held her nipple between his teeth. The pressure was mild but Elena lost it at that moment and exclaimed with a loud, “UUUUUUUUNNNNGHHH…..UUUUNNGHHh…..unnnnngh.” Her exclaims rang loud in the air and would have been delightful if others could listen but except for the odd birds flying about, there was just me. Her exults sounded like music to my ears.

Pierre willed himself to spray inside her before she was finished, releasing her nipple without chewing it off.

Elena relaxed, with softer moans of pleasure, ‘ahhhh…ahhh.” before falling back down on the deck she chucked at the situation and their open-air lovemaking.

Pierre joined in and gave short laughs between his pants and gasps.

Elena, it seemed, loved it and chuckled some more as she settled on her back. It made Pierre pop out of her pussy. She raised her hands in the air and then parked them on the deck floor above her head, stretching on the towel.

Then she exclaimed, “Oh, Pierre, oh..you devil. I love you.”

There was no doubt Pierre loved her equally but he was out of breath and smiled back instead at the compliment.

Elena lazed around on the towel, well after the sun had receded behind the evening clouds. Pierre and I stayed on the chairs, relaxing, and chatting.

We obviously had stayed back longer than our earlier plan, but it was a Sunday we wanted to spend time outdoors. A couple of hours later in the evening, we decided to have supper on the yacht itself.

I ordered food from Il Vero, one of the nicest lakefront restaurants. We turned back for the marina. After docking in our designated spot in the marina, Pierre and I climbed down to pick up our dinner, while Elena stayed back. Il Vero’s head chef was known to Pierre and he handed over five large bags of food to us. The yacht had its own stock of wine. Not much later, we joined Elena back on the yacht.

Elena had by then, changed into a hot bikini. A different one than what she had worn earlier in the day, this was much nicer and way more revealing.

We turned back into the lake and anchored somewhat nearer this time, in petit lac. The intention was to enjoy drinks and supper in each other’s company - away from the public, before heading back.

The sun at a distance was about to set behind the mountains, and the evening was mild, as we sat enjoying our supper. The weather was supporting our day out. Between the three of us, we finished a bottle of wine and the mood was upbeat.

In our minds, both Pierre and I were betting on how long it would take for Elena’s breast to pop out of the tiny bikini top she was wearing. It kept us tantalizingly close, but the cloth - covering a few inches around her tempting nipple and a few inches beyond it, did not slip. If Elena was upset by our staring, she did not show it. Coupled with wine, the overall cheerful mood ensured our evening was a success.

For the ride back, Elena pulled on a loose oversize shirt on her. Pierre drove on the way back and we were barely sitting for ten minutes together when he excused himself, “I have an early morning meeting tomorrow. I am going to crash in.” He looked towards the both of us and bid, “Good night.”

I replied, “Good night, Pierre.” Elena stood up and kissed Pierre on the lips with a peck.

We stayed back talking for another few minutes. “Elena, I ….” I was mid-sentence when she stood up and came to my side of the sofa. The look on her face wasn’t seductive or sleepy but naughty and cheeky. She offered me her hand, asking me to get up. I took her hand and got up.

She led me towards their bedroom, looking back only once before entering. The wide grin on her face betrayed what she was thinking.

Both of us entered their bedroom, Pierre had left a nightlamp lit on Elena’s side of the bed and he was under the cover. Once inside, Elena turned towards me and started to take off her clothes. A minute later, she stood naked in front of me with her back towards Pierre on the bed. I was surprised at what she was doing.

The grin on her face did not go off, even as she started to unbutton my shirt for me. Once she had that off, she reached down for my shorts. Her intent made it clear she wanted it off and I pushed it off along with the boxers I had worn under the shorts.

Once again, Elena held my hand and led me to the bed. She didn’t make too much noise, but she wasn’t silent either. The rustle of the clothes, the cover, and the bounce of the mattress announced our intent to Pierre.

Elena slid into the middle of the bed without leaving my hand and tugged me inside. I climbed the bed reluctantly. As I stepped in, I could see Pierre looking me right in the eyes. Elena had her back towards Pierre and she too was looking towards me invitingly. She noticed my eye movements - switching between her and Pierre.

Elena turned around towards Pierre and grinning looked at him, and asked, “What…?”

Pierre could not really come up with a reply. His expressions were not that of anger or surprise, because he knew Elena was trying to be playful and funny with him, trying to disturb him.

Elena and I lay face to face. My arms around her and hers behind my back. Our lips locked for the first time on their bed that night and we went for the longest unhurried kiss.

As temperatures rose between us, I was on top of her and making love to her, missionary style. Pierre wasn’t sleeping. He lay next to us and turned towards us. His closeness made the lovemaking different. Elena’s stretched hand found Pierre and they held hands while I made love to her.

Elena slept in the middle facing me. Pierre spooned her from behind, no doubt his hard dick embedded between her thighs from behind.

Monday, July 22, 2019

Pierre, true to his word, had an early day. He had prepared coffee and left two large mugs for us on the table.

I barely caught up with him before he left, “good morning, Pierre.”

“Morning. I have to rush. I will see you in the evening.” He was already halfway across the room and out of the door.

Elena lay wonderfully naked next to me, facing down with her hair strewn across her face and on the pillow.

I bent down and kissed her shoulder and the back of her ribs a few times and got a purr from her, “mmm.”

I replied, “Good morning to you too.”

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My life hasn’t been the same since. If I could summarize the next three months of my life in a word, then I would call it Liberating.

Three things happened and they changed the course of my life forever.

On the work front, Angiola steadily worked with each of my investors - Muller, Meier, Pernaud, and Hermes. She had already gotten two and she bagged the remaining two within the next thirty days and had procured all of the sixty percent in my company.

She bought the equity from investors under the guise that the sixty percent that the four controlled would be sold to a strategic buyer who would take over the company. They assumed she was buying it all and would sell it all in one go, making a decent markup that was expected of her.

But things were no more what they were before it all started. A little over two months after I had first met her, Angiola sold me the entire equity at a modest price with money to be paid in the near future.

Two weeks after that, she sat me along with Charlie and forced me to sell Joop to her. The price - an amount equal to the debt I owed her.

Now, I had the company’s flagship brands - Jura and Cross, and a hundred percent equity in my company, and no debts. Jura and Cross had always been extremely profitable brands, but Joop had been making losses.

I would only learn later, Angiola just retained the brand Joop but never really launched any products under that brand.

On the marital front, Dorina never returned. For ninety days, we kept exchanging calls, messages, and voicemails, but by the time the endeavors with Angiola were over it was clear she wasn’t coming back to me.

The change of heart on Angiola’s part had indeed been on account of Dorina. None of it was prompted by Dorina but Angiola did it all for Dorina. They fell for each other instantly at the party we attended at Angiola’s. Their love only intensified after that.

Dorina was happy, and it meant the world to me. She’s still my wife after all.

On my friendship front, Elena and Pierre never let me leave. I have stayed in their house ever since. The sleeping situation is the same, Elena in the middle and Pierre and I on her either side. Most nights she makes love to one of us and some nights to both of us.

With a hundred percent equity in the company, I reconstituted the board and have brought in Elena and Pierre as directors. I had to force Pierre with blackmail - if he did not join the board, I would leave their house. He agreed to come on board as a Director. Pierre has never been a corporate type, he never even got involved in his family business. He was happy with his philanthropic and social causes. For our company he has carved out, and has taken charge of, a corporate social responsibility roadmap. I blackmailed Elena also with the same threat and managed to get her to join the board. Thankfully, she also participates more actively in managing the business. She has brought a lot of panache and intuitiveness to the business. I am happy making watches.

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