Eric and I were sitting around sipping tea. Staring out the window and listening to classical music. Occasionally his two talking parrots shriek hello and would fly over to sit on his shoulder.
We were discussing the work of Ayn Rand who happens to be one of my favorite author.
The doorbell rang and Eric got up to answer. In walked a woman who Eric introduced as Karina. He told me that he wasn't seeing anyone so I assumed she was just a friend.
Karina is not beautiful in the classical sense…but there was something striking about her. She was dressed in an old pair of men’s jeans that swallowed her petite frame, a white shirt that looked as if it belonged to her boyfriend, and an old pair of converse. But the way her black hair settled about her shoulders, the way her lips pout, the way she sat…was so feminine I couldn’t help watching her.
Eric sat back down and we continued talking about Ayn Rand. Karina listened but showed no interest in the conversation. After a while, she went over to sit on his lap and started kissing him. He kept talking about Ayn Rand all through her kisses.
I got up to leave. Karina had taken off her shirt and was stepping out of her man pants. I stare at her tits. A mere mouthful but with thick luscious nipples.
“You don’t have to leave,” Eric said. We are going to have “the sex” would you like to join us?
I stare at him. “What? No,"
"Why not? Have you ever had a threesome?"
"No. But..."
"Then why not?" he said.
I just stood there.
Karina had fallen to her knees wearing only an itsy bitsy white thong and was unzipping his pants.
Her ass is small but lovely and I stare at her thinking this is fucking hot. I wanted to get the hell out of there but find myself unable to leave.
“He’s not my boyfriend,“ Karina said. “We just have sex. If you don’t want to join us, you can just watch,”
I stare at both of them staring back at me. And instead of hightailing it out of there, I sat down with my legs crossed tight to ease the throbbing between my legs.
She took Eric’s cock in her mouth. Watching me as she sucked it slowly. I didn’t care about Eric’s cock. It was her lips…that made me ache. The look in the eyes that made me tremble. They kept inviting me to join them, and damn, I was tempted. Tempted like I’ve never been before or since to indulge in this sinful treat. I wanted to touch and taste too…Karina.
Eric ate Karina’s pussy and then fuck her right in front of me. The sight of his cock abusing her little pussy made me want to suck her screams for her lips. I watch. Transfixed. Torn between temptation and surrender. Her moans, the way she writhe beneath him, her small hands clutching his ass, the way she begged and begged for more as she watched me watching her…was pure torture.
I got up and left.
“Is there a sexual experience you regret having or not having?” That‘s the question Alan asked me today.
That day with Eric and Karina came to mind. I don't know if I regret not joining them. I’ve always thought of it as the threesome I never had. But I did have front row seat.
We were discussing the work of Ayn Rand who happens to be one of my favorite author.
The doorbell rang and Eric got up to answer. In walked a woman who Eric introduced as Karina. He told me that he wasn't seeing anyone so I assumed she was just a friend.
Karina is not beautiful in the classical sense…but there was something striking about her. She was dressed in an old pair of men’s jeans that swallowed her petite frame, a white shirt that looked as if it belonged to her boyfriend, and an old pair of converse. But the way her black hair settled about her shoulders, the way her lips pout, the way she sat…was so feminine I couldn’t help watching her.
Eric sat back down and we continued talking about Ayn Rand. Karina listened but showed no interest in the conversation. After a while, she went over to sit on his lap and started kissing him. He kept talking about Ayn Rand all through her kisses.
I got up to leave. Karina had taken off her shirt and was stepping out of her man pants. I stare at her tits. A mere mouthful but with thick luscious nipples.
“You don’t have to leave,” Eric said. We are going to have “the sex” would you like to join us?
I stare at him. “What? No,"
"Why not? Have you ever had a threesome?"
"No. But..."
"Then why not?" he said.
I just stood there.
Karina had fallen to her knees wearing only an itsy bitsy white thong and was unzipping his pants.
Her ass is small but lovely and I stare at her thinking this is fucking hot. I wanted to get the hell out of there but find myself unable to leave.
“He’s not my boyfriend,“ Karina said. “We just have sex. If you don’t want to join us, you can just watch,”
I stare at both of them staring back at me. And instead of hightailing it out of there, I sat down with my legs crossed tight to ease the throbbing between my legs.
She took Eric’s cock in her mouth. Watching me as she sucked it slowly. I didn’t care about Eric’s cock. It was her lips…that made me ache. The look in the eyes that made me tremble. They kept inviting me to join them, and damn, I was tempted. Tempted like I’ve never been before or since to indulge in this sinful treat. I wanted to touch and taste too…Karina.
Eric ate Karina’s pussy and then fuck her right in front of me. The sight of his cock abusing her little pussy made me want to suck her screams for her lips. I watch. Transfixed. Torn between temptation and surrender. Her moans, the way she writhe beneath him, her small hands clutching his ass, the way she begged and begged for more as she watched me watching her…was pure torture.
I got up and left.
“Is there a sexual experience you regret having or not having?” That‘s the question Alan asked me today.
That day with Eric and Karina came to mind. I don't know if I regret not joining them. I’ve always thought of it as the threesome I never had. But I did have front row seat.
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