The return of my males

Continuing the story of my sexual development as a woman. All the stories I've told didn't happen just yesterday, no. I'm now over thirty, I got married and had a daughter, but that's a separate and not at all cheerful story. And I'm telling about the development of events after Marusya's gift. She is still my lover and my solace, and without her, sex is just so-so for me now. Our magnificent sex machine also revealed its shortcomings. At least in that nothing can replace a living body, be it female or male, it doesn't matter. Those silly words, banal but so desired, the breathing, the kisses, those hands, both rough and tender—no machine

can replace them.

Marusya and I calmed down fairly quickly, waiting for our men. Well, they arrived. As a surprise. Flowers, champagne, and tenderness, all at once and in large quantities; my sweetie and I weren't even hiding our relationship anymore. And then, lo and behold, our men clearly didn't like it. Unexpectedly. Marusya, she was completely stunned; she actually had more experience with group sex. And it was her man who introduced her to free sex. As for me, well, I needed to learn how to have an orgasm, it was a kind of obsession; I threw myself into all sorts of things, any sizes, just to come. Seven years of serious whoring. Two, three, it didn't matter where or how, I tried a lot. Learned to give head like a pro. I even have an orgasm myself when I suck something hard and hot.

Marusya can make me come in just three minutes. And we, she and I, were so waiting for the return of our males, we had a scenario planned, and then, lo and behold, no enthusiasm. Two beautiful girls, my sweetie is practically a model, trained pussies and asses, we learned to hold a pencil, so what's wrong? We were expecting them to drag us straight to bed. We dressed sexy, obviously, showered, put lube for the ass under the pillow, we ourselves are beautiful and amazing, and then it's somehow mundane, some dinner. Screw dinner, we want them to fuck us. In every hole and not just once. I just lost the desire. Okay, I think, they are already over 50, maybe they're tired. In bed, all four of us, willingly or not, but I slowly get going. Again, thanks to my beloved. She stroked my ass, slipped her fingers where needed, started giving her man a blowjob, well, it seems the process is underway. I get to my favorite cock, it's standing normally, now, I think, I'll make you come in a minute. Marusya is already fully turned on, I pull her ass towards me and insert two fingers into both holes. My star, as if in training, squeezes my fingers and comes instantly. I don't take my fingers out, I concentrate on the cock in my mouth. Excitement took over. One hand in my beloved's holes, with the other I grab my male's balls and reach my pinky towards his anus. He comes immediately. But here's the offense: there's little semen, it's not thick and has no taste or smell. Simply put, it's fresh. That is, he hadn't fucked more than three days ago.

I'm, of course, no angel and, thanks to Marusya, cheated on him really hard, right away with forty. But, first, I didn't know. Second, my sexual needs are an order of magnitude higher. Third, I didn't really like it that much. If you don't count that later I thought I had completely cooled off to sex. Fourth, forty is really overkill. And even if I came about ten times, the emotions remained negative. And I even cooled off to the sex machine. I was waiting for him, enduring, dreaming. I thought about how I would hug him, how right in the hallway he would take me without even undressing. How I would caress my Marusya, bringing her to orgasm time after time, she can't help it, she comes quickly and easily, and while that's happening, our men would be fucking me from both sides, and I would surprise them, squeezing their cocks shut. And I'd come a couple of times myself and they'd be stunned. And then this. So for the first time I felt a feeling, well, not jealousy, but some kind of resentment, I guess. Couldn't he have held out for at least a week? I'm pretty, very pretty, my figure is in order. Marusya, she's a risk for any man to break his neck for. I look at her, and it's the same story. And the same resentment in her eyes. We understand each other without words, I get up, take out my Japanese substitute, Marusya takes a double strap-on, why she grabbed it and for what, it's unclear. But she always surprised me with her incredible intuition. And we, without explaining anything, go to another room. I have a large living room, a good big sofa, and a supply of bed linen for guests is also present. These two see us off with absolutely stunned looks. But we already don't care.

On the wave of this resentment, this disappointment, we start to let loose. I had, sort of, become friends with orgasm. And here, against the backdrop of all this, Marusya and I have each other without tenderness or pity, even somewhat cruelly, I guess. And bites and slaps. Hair pulling and sitting on faces. I almost suffocated. Marusya comes on my face so much that at one point I thought she had just peed. If it weren't for her unique smell and taste, it would have been exactly like that. Emotions overwhelm me so much that my head is spinning. I climb onto Marusya's face and literally rape her, I don't let her move, or breathe, I don't control myself, the orgasm takes me completely beyond consciousness, I didn't even think that was possible. But it doesn't switch me off, as it used to, I just fall next to her, my heart is jumping out, I can't catch my breath. Marusya also managed to come. We lie there, coming to our senses. Then these two come in. And believe it or not, with all our love for sex, with all our attachment to them, we yell without prior agreement, simultaneously and the same thing:

— Get the hell out of our lives. Couldn't hold out for the last week, now go fuck yourselves.

And not a drop of regret. Well, it would seem, we had our fun and that's it, screw it, we also let loose. The fact is different. Our infidelities are pure physiology, we got ours and, rest assured, we are yours, with all diligence and diligence and pleasure. We were waiting for you and preparing. And no one but you, in sex, could be better for us in principle. Was it really so hard to hold out for at least a week? You're over 50+. Was it really so necessary? To ruin such wonderful relationships, with such beauties, for what? A momentary hard-on? Gray hair on the head, a devil in the rib? I'm writing this now specifically for them, if they read it, it would be good, they'll understand who I'm talking about. And with Marusya we are still together, and our stories from this moment have only just begun.