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Lella's birthday was soon after New Year's Eve.
We had a nice party at an old friend of mine's place: a former platoon commander in my company, back in the eighties, who was smarter than me, left the service and built up an enterprise which sells services to the Army. He had been making far more money than he could actually spend, since he has basically no hobbies, so he reinvests everything with the result of growing richer and richer in a chain reaction that drives me mad.
Well, good for him... He has a nice house, and the party was great.
Astrid and I came home in full daylight, crossing an unusually empty Rome, and fell into the bed, too tired even to make love.
Actually, we didn't even got completely undressed, since when I opened my eyes next to midday I found next to me a very sexy wife, still garmented in stockings and guepière, lacy bra and red panties...
Unfortunately, it wasn't her tongue on my dick, which woke me up, but our bull terrier's on my face: the poor dog was desperate, and she was perfectly right.
I jumped in my trainers and rode her down for a very late morning walk.
When I came home almost a full hour later, Astrid was on the phone, still clad in her sexy outfit barely hidden under a dressing gown.
She waved at me with a smile, finished her goodbyes and ran to give me a kiss.
"You can't believe it!" she told me after we kissed.
"We just won a cruise to the Seychelles?"
"We are back from a party and we just got an invitation for the next one."
"That's the surprise... Lella's birthday!"
I groaned. My cousin's parties are the most noisy and messy things you can imagine, full with old aunts, church-going families and bad-behaving children.
"No, this one is going to be different. We just finished talking about it... You will love it!"
Nothing strange about my cousin discussing her birthday with my wife rather than with me: the two of them were having an affair since Astrid took her over from me a few months earlier, and since Astrid was the domina in their hot relationship, Lella was doing nothing without her master's endorsement.
Astrid's power had done wonders to my immature and deviate cousin's character, but that didn't mean her normal retinues had gotten less boring.
"Hmmm... I doubt it."
"You will. Listen: she wishes a special gift for herself this time. No family or friends gathering, just fun. So she told her husband she wants just the two of us as guests.
"No! No priests, nuns or old aunts this time? Michele will get very confused..."
"Oh, he will... You see, Lella's whish is to cuckold him with both of us during the party, and on his own bed!"
"She's never been very sane, and mingling with you made it worse... Should Michele realize what's happening behind him, she would be out of their house in no time."
"Let me work it out... He will never suspect a thing. Trust me. Why, isn't the idea turning you on? I assumed you would love it!"
"It's quite intriguing, I can't say it isn't... I just think it's too dangerous to even try. I mean, it's the family we are talking about: this is not just playing the game, it could ruin her life for good."
"Just trust me. We will make it work: Lella will get her sexy gift, we will have our share of fun, and the cuckold will not know a thing... Honestly, darling," added Astrid with a smirk, getting a handful of my crotch and feeling my cock through the soft clothes I was in, "I thought to make you horny to the very idea of doing your cousin in her own bed..."
OK, she got me.
I grabbed her shoulders and let her robe fall to the floor, admiring once more my sexy wife's body. Our mouths met in a passionate kiss, and in a matter of seconds we were back in bed to celebrate the New Year...
I hadn't been explained the details of the plan. I was just supposed to enjoy the party and be part of my deviate cousin's birthday present. I felt like an object, which happens often to me since I married Astrid: she tends to get a number of initiatives being fully aware of my impending disapproval... And I must say that sometimes it turns out to be for the best.
We came to the dinner party with flowers, wine and sweets in addition to a present: a new software for their home computer, which allowed a better storage and show of the digital pictures Lella and Michele were collecting.
Not the sort of present I would think of, but Astrid insisted it was part of the plan.
I had been forced into jacket and tie for the event, and hated it. On the other hand, Astrid was wearing one of my favourite outfits: an extra-tight purple colour dress with a very low-cut blouse and long trousers which opened up along the calves, enhancing her tight and slender figure. I loved it.
Michele looked very happy in his suit: he was as usual unshaven and with his tie loose as it seems to be fashionable amongst his left-wing, church-going and peace-loving friends... The ones who believes cutting military expenditures would solve the world's problems (this might be a subject for discussion in the US, but we spend on our Defence about 1% of our GDP, which makes the point quite risible).
Sorry, I don't fancy the ones who plot to make me redundant or even unemployed.
Lella was looking really good. She wore a light, cream-colored tailleurs, with reinforced shoulders under the blouse and a skirt slightly too short to look as business-like as it was supposed to be. Smoke-colour stockings with a thin vertical line along the rear and high-heel shoes made the ensemble quite sexy...
The odd thing was the ladies' hair: Astrid darkened her natural brown into a black with a purple nuance which matched her dress; Lella died her dark mane into a very light brown...
My cousin's welcome kiss was as usual very hot and intimate. I felt her tongue on mine for much longer than I expected, considering her husband was right next to her. On the other hand, her kiss to Astrid lasted even longer: as I exchanged greetings with Michele, the girls made quite a show of their kissing talents. Being aware of their ongoing affair, it was pretty clear theirs was a lovers' kiss; but since Michele had no clue of his wife's naughty habits, what actually was a hot lesbian kiss just became a sign of her high spirits and also justified the intimate welcome she gave to me.
The subtlety of the girl's game startled and thrilled me... The evening was not going to be a boring one.
Lella put on some soft music while Michele poured us a drink we sipped standing in the living room. I started relaxing, seeing Michele looked happy and relaxed as much as Lella was lively and excited. Astrid too was beaming confidence and good mood, so I set myself to enjoy the evening and taking all the good it was going to offer.
In the beginning, it offered a nice dinner. Tasty and light... I could see my own wife touch in the choice of the menu, since my cousin had always being offering really heavy meals, enough to kill the arousal of an ape.
We chatted along quite easily, telling each other what we did by the New Year's Eve, our plans for the coming summer, Lella's university and my plans for an assignment abroad.
We were sitting at a rounded table in the living room, the boys facing each other with the girls on our sides. So I wasn't surprised when I realized by the main course that the two naughty ladies were playing with each other's feet under the table.
I was taken a bit aback when they simultaneously started including my own feet into the game, and I started feeling a bit horny once, at the end of the main course, two female hands slipped under the table to reach my knees.
Again, since both girls were playing the same game, none of them looked too conspicuous and with the help of a few glasses of wine which Lella was liberally pouring into her husband's glass Michele didn't spot anything strange in their behaviour.
Lella was sitting to my left. Keeping my right hand politely on the table, I slipped the left under it, reaching for my cousin's nylon-coated thigh.
For a second I met her grin, just as Astrid guided the talk towards surfing on Internet, a subject which never really warmed her up.
Contrary to me, Michele is quite into it, and followed her quite willingly... So I had no problem in caressing his wife's legs up under her skirt until I reached the garter band.
Lella let go a low moan, making it clear she started feeling hot, but Astrid chose the moment to laugh and Michele didn't get it.
The girls left to serve the dessert and we guys stayed at the table, chatting quietly and trying to be amicable without touching sensitive issues.
The two ladies reappeared with Lella's birthday's cake, and I couldn't help smiling at her unconventional choice: a profiterole is not the kind of dessert you expect for such an occasion, but I knew all too well it was her favourite sweet. Definitely, my cousin wasn't playing according to the rules, but only following her own wishes.
We congratulated Lella once more and opened a bottle of Spumante to help the heavy sweet to go down... Again, both girls took turns in refilling Michele's glass.
Soon, while discussing about the software we took as a gift, the subject of our chatting went back to Internet and the use of it. Astrid was suddenly quite interested in it, and Michele quickly warmed up.
When he started talking about settings, cookies and providers I perfectly knew Astrid had no clue of what he was talking about, knowing she feels troubled when asked to open a Word document, nevertheless she looked extremely interested.
Lella followed for a while providing comments, but she made it clear she wanted to try her new software to see her pictures.
When Astrid asked weather Michele could show her how it worked with Internet settings, he was very willing to oblige, but Lella stopped him: "Hold on a minute, dear. You can plug in your laptop here in the living room and surf from here... I want to install the program they gave me and see how it work, and all our photo albums are in the desktop."
Lella and Michele had a very peculiar location for their stationary PC: they installed it inside their walk-in closet, in the bedroom. In this way even when one is surfing or working late while the other feels tired, they stay within the same room; if the one in bed falls asleep, the other one can close the door and let the spouse sleep.
"Cousin, are you helping me installing your disk, while they navigate the web?"
OK, even a dumb guy like me could get the hint.
We looked Michele plugging in his laptop in the living room and connecting with the ADSL, and then we left to the home PC... Astrid gave me a grinning wink and sank into the wonders of Internet toghether with her host.
Incredibly, Michele weaved us as I walked out with his wife to their bedroom...
I followed Lella into the narrow space of the walk-in closet where she started the PC, inserted the CD into the port and actually loaded the program without a comment.
Back in the living room, Astrid laughed with enthusiasm, and Lella shouted: "Not so noisily over there, please! We can't hear anything here..."
With that, my cousin closed the bedroom's door and turned to me with a wide grin.
"Now, my love, it's time to take your slutty cousin and fuck the shit out of her little brain..."
I grabbed her by the shoulders and kissed her mouth deep and hard.
I felt her arms around my neck as her tongue danced with mine like we used to do so many years before, and like we learned back so recently.
"Hmmm..." she sighed letting go of my mouth for a second, "We ought to be fast, lover... Astrid will keep him busy for quite a while, but we can't run too many risk. You have to fuck me fast this time."
Well, I don't mind quickies...
I kissed her back, this time fondling her ass and lifting her skirt in the mean time. As my left hand kept on lifting the cloth, the right went under the hem and caressed up along her thigh, feeling the nylon first, then the garter band and finally the naked skin of her upper thigh.
One hand of hers pushed my head into her, while the other went skilfully to my trousers' fly and started working out the liberation of my cock.
My hand reached her sex before she could get hold of mine. I herd her muffled moan into my mouth as my fingers reached first the curls of her pussy hair, and then the moist lips of her cunt. Lella's knickers had probably never left her walk-in closet that evening...
My cousin's slit opened up and my fingers slipped into her wet opening quite roughly, caused her to moan again. I felt her legs shake.
"Hmmm... Yes, touch me. I like it..."
She was touching me too: her right hand had gotten hold of my cock, and was stroking it with the usual competence. Already aroused as I was for the situation and for the feeling of fingering her steaming cunt, I was hard in a matter of a sheer minute.
I finished lifting her skirt with the left hand, and as I kept finger-fucking Lella, I wantonly fondled her asscheeks and teased her ass crack down to her hole.
"Uh!" she moaned, letting go of my mouth, "You're such a pervert... You want to cornhole me, don't you? Hmmm... Astrid told me you would, you bastard..."
Well, I had not much choice about that, had I? Astrid placed a strict restraint on our threesome, since Lella was trying to get pregnant, that was under no circumstance was I to cum inside her pussy. Being a confirmed ass-man, I was not to complain about that.
I roughly pushed Lella on her bed, and she went on all four without hesitation, offering me her rear end.
It was also the best way to take her without spoiling her outfit. Once again I lifted the skirt over her hips and admired her rounded and well toned butt: it was a bit wide, but still hard and silky.
Unsurprisingly, there was massage oil on her bedside drawer. I got hold of it, and dripped a liberal amount of lube between my cousin's asscheeks.
Lella shivered at the contact with the cold oil: "Hmmm... Yes, do it. Fuck me up my ass. And do it on my husband's bed: that's the birthday gift I want!"
I never lived more a perverted situation. It was like on a sexy novel, only it was happening for real.
I spat over Lella's wrinkled rosebud, and then I placed my cockhead at her rear entrance, feeling her natural resistance to sodomization.
"Fuck me now! Fuck my ass... Aargghhh!" she yelled, as I pushed my full erection into her ass with a cruel, single drive.
Well, she asked for it to be fast. I never heard of an anal quickie which wasn't painful, at least a little bit.
There were two closed doors between us and the living room, and the other two were talking; actually I could hear Astrid laughing quite often, surely not out of the fun she was having... I wondered weather Lella scream of agony had been heard.
"Bastard, you stabbed me..." she sobbed, pierced by the pain.
"You asked," I groaned, enjoying the feeling of my cock buried within her ass: "Now shut the fuck up and take it all!"
I looked down in the dim light: my cock was fully embedded into my cousin's naked butt. Her pale, soft skin was shining of oil.
I grabbed her buttocks, opening her as wide as I could, and then started moving inside her.
"Hmmm..." she moaned, "Oh yes, I like it... Oh my God, I like it so much! Sooo much... Oohhh... Oohhh... Hmmm..."
I slowly took up my fucking tempo inside her rectum, screwing in and out of her burning asshole, and I realized her hand had gone between her legs, to help with her own pleasure as I was just caring for mine.
Lella liked it hard and bad, and she was getting it as bad and hard as I could give it to our sex toy.
I extended a hand to grab a handful of her fleshy breasts, unfortunately still prisoner of her clothes, and squeezed hard.
This time the little slut managed to contain her scream.
I held her tight by her hips and started to fuck her steadily in the ass, slapping my swollen balls against her moist and hairy pussy and making the bed squeak rhythmically. I couldn't accelerate too much because of the noise the bed was doing, so I just did it as hard and deep as I could.
Suddenly, I felt observed.
I rose my eyes, and there my wife was, grinning at the scene of me screwing our pet in the ass.
"Quiet, the two of you," she whispered: "He heard your scream, idiot. I had to come and see what was going on while he was searching for another thing... Be fast with her, lover, but don't spoil her too much. I want my share of her too..."
With that, Astrid left to the living room, to entertain the cuckold.
"Oh my God..." Lella whined, "Slower, please... He must not suspect… Oh! Oh, I'm coming... I'm coming... Ah... Ah... Aahhh..."
I felt the girl's burning ass clenching tighter on my shaft and milking cum out of my twitching testicles. Lella was orgasming already, under the double stimulation of my cock in her ass and her fingers in her cunt!
I drove into her as deep and hard as I could, and let it go.
"Oohhh..." I groaned, emptying myself into the depths of her bowels, enjoying the feeling of the release mixed with the perverted pleasure for the debauchery of sodomizing my cousin just metres from her unknowing husband and on his own bed...
Weakness pervaded my limbs as I finished unloading my cum inside Lella and slowly came down from my high, feeling all the chill of the post-orgasmic bliss.
Lella fell on her face, her arms unable to take any more.
I kept holding her hips as I tried to regain control, breathing hard.
Then, I slowly plugged myself out of my cousin body, leaving a thin thread of cum connecting my deflating dick to her abused asshole.
"I'm fucked..." Lella panted, a hand on her pussy as a trickle of sperm oozed out of her stretched hole.
Mission accomplished: fast and hard, as by instructions... I stood on my feet and quickly tried to regain my composure.
I patted Lella's bare ass and walked out to the bathroom to wash myself and check out in the mirror weather I could afford reaching the others in the living room.
I looked like somebody who just screw a chick in the butt, that typical spark in the eye men have after scoring great with a gal, but I assumed only Astrid would notice.
I wiped in a fresh towel and marched back into the living room.
Roberto came into the room with that obvious, dumb proud expression men so often have after a good fuck.
It was pretty obvious he just did his wife, but Michele is even dumber than my husband, so he didn't get it at all. He was all engaged into his explanation about options and favourites, and hardly raised his eyes from the screen.
"Did you managed?" he asked, "I heard Lella was upset."
"Yeah, we did it," Roberto said with a grin I was the only one to see, "There was a painful moment and Lella shouted, but in the end I unloaded."
"You downloaded it," the cuckold pointed out, and I couldn't help smiling.
"Yeah, sure..." my husband winked at me: "Anyway, we did it."
"Hmmm..." I said, standing up, "I'd like to have a look at what you did. Roberto, would you mind to stay and see what Michele is doing? I'll be back in a minute."
"Sure my love. Have fun!"
I left the males at their stupid Internet surfing and reached my lover into her bedroom. I knew all too well that, after the rough treatment she had just received by my perverted husband, she was badly in need of some female care.
Lella was in the same position Roberto had left her: on her knees, with her face in her hubbie's pillow, and her gorgeous ass pointed to the sky, all framed by her stockings, garter and suspenders...
Her poor, abused hole was gaping open, leaking my husband's jism.
"Oh, poor thing!" I purred, "He did hurt you, didn't he?"
"Yes!" she cried, "He hurt me so bad... God, I loved it, but it burns so bad... Can you kiss it, please?"
'You're out of your mind', I thought with a grin, but I still sat next to her and caressed her wide, creamy buttocks.
My slut shivered at the touch of her master, and once again I savoured the taste of my power on her.
"You got a real pounding, sweetheart," I crooned, "I don't think this hole will ever be the same... Your husband will have to know that!"
"Oh, no!" my pet cried in despair, "Please, do something... Help me!"
"Hmmm..." I mocked her, "I don't know. It's pretty nasty, you know? You're so open! It looks like a foxhole..."
"Oh, no... It was so cute!"
"It's still cute, darling... Only, it's hopelessly spoiled!"
"I beg you, my love..." the girl sobbed again, "Do something to me... Please!"
"Hmmm... Well, let's see..." I kissed the crack over the asshole, where her spine ended, "You're so sweet... Do you like this?"
I moved a hand between her legs, and my fingers sank into the thick curls of her pubic hair, moist with pleasure. In the mean time I licked the silky skin of her bum.
"Hmmm..." she moaned, "Yes, I like it... Please, be nice to me. He was so cruel..."
"Men are like that, sweetheart," I said, matter-of-factly: "You should know by now. And my man is meaner than many others... Especially when he can use a piece of sweet ass like yours!"
I bite her tender flesh, and she jumped: "Ouch! That hurts... Be nice to me, please!"
"Shut up, slut. I'll do whatever I like with you, as usual. Don't forget who is the master here. Not my husband, nor yours... Be a good pet and let me eat you the way I like the best."
I slid a finger into her slit, making her shudder.
Then I added a second, and slowly started sawing into her.
"Oohhh..." she moaned, "That's nice... I like it. Hmmm..."
I knew she did. From that position, it was pretty easy to reach her g-spot and stimulate it quite roughly, as she liked so much.
There wasn't much time: I had to do her quickly if I wanted my fun too, and I wasn't to be neglected by my own pet on her birthday.
I started fingering her fast and deep, moving my tongue along the crack of her ass cheeks, making her moan with pleasure.
I had Lella's rippled and inflamed hole a few centimetres from my nose. The idea wasn't so flattening, but in a way the idea my husband had just been fucking her there minutes earlier was thrilling.
I kissed her burning hole, making her gasp and shiver along her full body.
"Oohhh... Oohhh... Yes, I like it. I like it... Oohhh!"
I slipped a finger from my other hand into her asshole, while I kept masturbating her cunt with the other hand.
I could feel my fingers through the thin layer of flesh which separates Lella's rectum from the vagina, and the sensation was so powerful that I felt myself getting moist between my own legs.
"Oh my God!" she panted, feeling my fingers sinking so deep inside her body: "Oh my God... Oh my God... I'm coming... I'm coming... Oohhh!"
The slut came. I felt her pussy twitch and spasm, and my fingers got wet of her own pleasure.
When she fell from her high, I pulled out my fingers and sipped the juice which coated them.
"You taste so good," I informed her: "You are my sweet, juicy little pet..."
"Hmmm... So nice..." she confirmed, sinking and shrinking at the end of her climax: "That's exactly what I desired for my birthday!"
"I knew that, sweetheart," I told her, "But it's not over, you know?"
I stood over and grabbed a handful of her dyed hair, while with my other hand I started opening my trousers.
For the first time since I came into her bedroom, I saw my lover's eyes: they were wide open for the surprise.
I pulled my pants down as much as it needed, and then I pulled hard my pet's head into my cunt.
"Eat me now!" I hissed flatly, "It's my turn to come... I want to feel your tongue!"
My little sex slave didn't need a second order. I felt her tongue dart over my pussy, searching for my clit amongst the curls of my pubic mound, and my moist outer lips opened up at the warm contact.
"Hmmm..." I moaned contentedly, finally getting my own pleasure.
Lella's tongue moved along my wet slit, opening my inner lips and probing into my vaginal channel.
My fingers sank into my cousin-in-law's hair, forcing her deeper into me, and suddenly I felt her tongue reaching my most sensitive spot.
"Aahhh!" I cried, as the unfaithful wife started sucking my clitoris, determined to make me come hard and fast, before her cuckolded husband could realize what was happening in his own bedroom, "Yes! Yes, lick me... Lick meee!"
I held her head tight between by thighs, pushing her face into my cunt and forcing her to eat me deep and steadily. I felt Lella's hands go for my own buttocks and held them tight, as her tongue was digging into me and her mouth sucked my love button, dragging me towards ecstasy...
"Aahhh... Aahhh... Aahhh..." I yelled, jerking in orgasm over her mouth: "Aaghhh!!!"
The perfume of my own release reached my nostrils, as my juice poured over my lover's upturned face.
I arched, pushing my cunt into her mouth and spasming over my long-awaited climax, as she ate me like a wanton bitch on heat.
I struggled through my orgasm, trying not to fall from my high heels, holding at her head as she kept on licking me out, until I suddenly was back on planet Earth, all shacking and thoroughly satiated by the violence of my sudden release.
"Oh God, this was powerful!" I gasped, breathless: "You're the best licker I've ever tried, I swear!"
"Hmmm..." my lesbian partner smiled, cleaning her mouth with the back of her hand: "Better than your husband?"
"You bet!" I agreed, "No comparison with that at all... He tries to stimulate me, you rather feast on me!"
Lella slowly rose on her feet, and stood in front of me, good ten centimetres below me, all scuffled in her hair, her face drenched with my pussy juices.
I grabbed her and kissed purposefully her wet, open mouth to savour the taste of my own pleasure.
For a second or two, our tongues intertwined and danced into our coupled mouths, as I felt her hands behind my neck while mine grabbed her asscheeks through the material of her crimpled skirt... Then I pushed her away.
"Go to the bathroom and try to compose yourself," I ordered: "You are a mess. I will redo the bed... Go!"
My pet rushed to the restroom as she was instructed, as I tried to clean up the room and to straighten up the bed over which Lella had got corn holed minutes earlier.
I reached her in the bathroom to check myself in front of the mirror; I straightened my hair, patted my lover on her ass and walked away with a grin on my face, to reach the men in the living room.
"Liked the view?" my dirty-minded husband grinned at me, hinting I was looking at the pics on the computer but thinking of the sight of Lella's upturned ass I got when I first entered the bedroom.
"Breathtaking," I admitted with a smirk, going beside him and giving him a kiss on his cheek: "I really loved it!"
"I thought so. I know what you like..."
Unaware of the whole thing, Michele nodded, his eyes still on the screen of his laptop: "Incredible, right? That digital camera takes fantastic photos... I'm looking forward to see them with that new program of yours... Is it still on?"
"No, I'm afraid Lella switched it off. She's in the bathroom now."
We looked at Michele surfing around on Internet, showing us his favourite providers and sites, until Lella finally reached us, after refreshing her make up and combing back her hair.
She didn't look fucked at all, I must say she did a good job on herself in such a short time.
She came to her husband and gave him a quick kiss on his lips before sitting next to him... I hoped she brushed her teeth.
I looked at my watch: eleven sharp. Too early to call the night...
"What about a drink?" I asked, just as if I was the host.
"That is right, Lella," Michele nodded: "It would be nice with a Limoncello, don't you think so?"
"Good idea," Lella was fast to agree, "I'll prepare it in the kitchen..."
"I'll help you." I stated, glancing at Roberto to have him understand that under no circumstance Michele was to come to the kitchen.
I joined my cousin-in-law into her kitchen and found her already busy with ice and glasses.
She smiled at me, and I lost no time to be on her.
I held her tight to me and printed a purposeful kiss on her mouth, just to restate once more my power.
I felt her body tense at our first contact, then she relaxed and reeled into my kiss. Her lips parted and my tongue invaded her mouth, dancing with hers within the crown of her teeth.
I moved my hands over her body, caressing her sides, her hips, her asscheeks...
Her hands came up around my shoulders, caressing my short hair and my bare neck, and our breasts rubbed into each other's, making me shiver for the strength of the feeling on my nipples.
As our wet kiss went on, I moved my left hand up to play with her tits, while the right one slipped under the hem of her skirt and started moving between her thighs.
"Hmmm..." she groaned into my mouth as my right hand reached her moist knickers and started caressing her pussy through the thin, soaked tissue.
With the left I opened her blouse and uncovered her right breast until I could play with her nipple. Then I slightly bite her tongue.
Lella jerked, more in surprise than pain, and I used her movement to slip the other hand into her panties.
Her mound was wet. Her labia opened up the very second I touched them, and my fingers slipped inside her sex almost by their own will.
"Oohhh!" my little sex slave panted, "Yes, please... Touch me. Touch me more... I like it so much! So much..."
I was pretty busy by then: I was French-kissing her, playing with her tits and nipple with one hand and finger-fucking her pussy with the other.
I hate when she is so passive, and just enjoys my attentions to her... I twisted her nipple, making her gasp, this time more in pain than surprise.
"SSgt... Do you want Michele to hear you?"
"Oh God, No!"
"So, do something... Use your tongue and lick me!"
I let go of her and laid with my back against the counter top, unfastening my blouse and exposing my breasts.
I wore no bra under my silky purple blouse.
"Suck my nipples..." I ordered.
Lella's eyes brightened, and she bowed her head on my chest as she had been told.
At first, I felt just her breath on my erected nipple, and that made me shiver with anticipation already. Then her lips touched my sensitive skin, and I got goose pimples for the strength of the feeling. Finally, her wet tongue probed my dark areola, and the sensation was like the nipple was taking off like a rocket to the moon!
"Oohhh..." I moaned softly, enjoying the feeling of my lover sucking my chest pointers, and my head fell behind my shoulders as I lost full control for a second.
I allowed my pet to be in charge for at least a full minute, during which she feasted on my tits, licking, sucking and rubbing me like I rarely allowed her before... After all, it was her birthday, right?
When I thought she was taking too much pleasure in being in control, I slipped again my right hand between her legs, retaking hold of her pussy, and at the same moment I pressed her head into my breast with the other.
"Suck me, slut!" I hissed sharply: "Suck me harder... We don't have the whole night!"
I hit her clit with my finger the same instant in which she hit my nipple with her tongue. We both moaned with pleasure.
Then our lovemaking became kind of a whirlwind: we had no time, and I wanted her to take off quickly as she suckled my tits, so I started sawing into her wet slit as fast as I could.
Lella muffled a cry into my breast and jerked violently as she came: "Uh! Uuhhh... Uuunngghhhh!!!"
Sort of a mini-climax, nothing earth-shattering, but a tasty one I believe... She bite my nipple, exacting a short cry from my now dry mouth, and I knew I had her where I wanted, as usual.
"Hey, what are you doing out there in the kitchen?" Michele shouted from the living room, "Do you need help? We are thirsty!"
"Okay!" I called back, since Lella's mouth was still busy with my tits: "We are coming... Now!"
...And I was thirsty too!
I helped Lella straightening back and we quickly cleaned our mouths from the smeared lipstick, then we poured the yellow liquor in the glasses.
As our hostess moved a step to the door with the tray and the glasses in her hands, I blocked her holding her by the waist.
"Hold on a second more, sweetheart," I hissed, "There is one more thing..."
I quickly went on my knees behind her and lifted once more her skirt. Then I grabbed her knickers and pulled them down with one single stroke.
"Auch!" she yelled, "What are you doing?"
"I am taking a souvenir of the evening, darling..." I smiled wickedly: "Just like my husband did years ago. He showed his to me days ago, and I was jealous!"
My story with Lella didn't last long after that evening.
Actually, that was the last time Roberto and I did her toghether, and the last time my husband got a piece of her ass. As far as I know, that was the end of his little incestuous relationship with his cousin, what he calls his reconnaissance into the taboo zone.
The whole thing had a positive outcome though.
Lella and I got toghether another couple of times, and in the cosiness of the aftermath, when we talked in bed before getting dressed again, she confessed that her sexual life with Michele was slowly improving at last. Apparently what I told her in the beginning, that expanding her experiences and her own sexual self-confidence would in the end have a positive backlash on her marriage, proved right.
The girl just started to take more and more initiatives, and in particular she learned not to accept a 'no' as an answer... In the end, even Michele discovered that oral sex is not just something degrading that only prostitutes do to clients, but is also an act of intimacy and love between spouses.
He accepted that nudity is part of marital intimacy, and fantasy in bed helps fighting stress and consolidating love.
I don't think he ever came as far as to accept the idea of anal sex, but sure enough he became overall a more active partner in bed for his hottie in disguise.
To make a long story short, the third time we met after her naughty birthday, Lella announced me she was pregnant at last with their first child.
She was beaming, and the very second she told me I knew our affair was over... And I didn't give a damn...
I was just happy for her, and knew Roberto was going to be as happy as me. I was also proud to discover I was the very first to know: not even Michele had been told before me.
My lover smiled and said she owed that to me... We kissed there in the bar where we stood. A deep, lesbian kiss right in front of the other customers, and we didn't care of the looks we got.
We both knew it was our very last.
I had lost my sex toy, my little pet, and I didn't mind at all. It had just been fun as long as it lasted.
Initially it had just been a way to keep her away from my husband; then it became kind of a power game for me, and I found it exciting having Roberto fully aware of my affair with his cousin... But it had never been more than that.
I had no regrets.
I congratulated her, we hugged and I kissed her again... On her cheeks.
Then, we had a coffee, and left.
I never gave her knickers back, though.
I am not as kinky as Roberto can be, but I still keep my small fetish in a drawer, as a memory of my little slave down in Rome...
This is the last placement of the cycle dedicated to Roberto's deviate cousin. We got quite a number of mails encouraging us to extend it, so we decided to expand the account of our unconventional affair(s?) with her. As a result, and differently from the previous ones, the story you just red is just pure fiction. The naughty party at Lella's place had been only a weird fantasy of Roberto's, developed after our threesome at his birthday.
Reality has been less exciting: Lella did get pregnant, and immediately after that Roberto got a foreign assignment, so we simply drifted away from each other.
Today, Lella and Michele are a moderately happy (and church-going) couple with two healthy and normal children; Michele never discovered a thing about his wife previous naughty habits, and Lella herself did quiet down her own sexual urges after delivering her two kids, just as I had been thinking she would.
We are still seeing each other, just as the normal relatives we are. We have been lucky in the end: our family never got affected by our forbidden games, and in the end nobody suffered from them.
Of course we are well aware that it could have gone quite differently. But, in a world of failing or unhappy couples and sexually frustrated individuals, Roberto and I are also aware to be a quite happy exception: we strongly believe we are a lucky couple, so we still accept to take risks… Sometimes.
More about that will follow.
In the meantime, don't forget the main reason we are sharing our experiences is to improve our English. So, please, give us backups!!!