Date: Sun, 27 Dec 2020 10:55:12 +0000 From: Alain Mahy Subject: Robin and I 11 Please, don't forget to donate to Nifty as to keep this site free : https://donate.nifty.org/ Ricky and Ramses lived in a quiet neighborhood and their house could not be seen from the main street. It was hidden by beautiful trees and full-grown bushes. Their garden was a feast for the eye and it was easy to guess they spent a lot of time maintaining it. The house itself was a kind of cottage style. Each windowsill was adorned with colorful geraniums and petunias. On the lawn there were several flowerbeds with roses of different colors. The house with the front garden were worth appearing in a professional magazine. Ramses was an architect and often used Ricky's services to have pictures taken before, during and after some constructions. They were professionally very complementary. In a certain way, we felt a bit displaced arriving there in jeans. Somehow I thought we should have dressed more "English-style" when seeing the surroundings. The interior of their house was really according to the outside with rustic furniture and warm rugs and very comfortable chairs. The table was already dressed with what looked like expensive china and crystalware. A beautiful chandelier had red candles in it in the middle of the table. When Ricky came with a huge kind of book, we knew we were about to discover his work, or would I have to say his art ? The pictures were absolutely stunning. They were so nice that we almost didn't dare to touch them. He had put them in a certain order, going from nice, to very nice, to absolutely amazingly beautiful. Neither Robin nor I could utter a word. Of course, we were the models on the pictures, but the real art was Ricky's. We didn't know how he had done it. Some of the pictures just radiated love. The last one we saw stole our hearts completely. It was a black and white picture where we were about to kiss. Our lips were just an inch apart and we both had our eyes closed. Ricky then showed us a poster-format of that same picture (about five by three feet big). We couldn't stop staring at it with open mouth, almost drooling. As Ricky had said he was doing these pictures for free, I thought we should find him a decent present, except when he also handed us the budget of our wedding. He was not cheap at all ! I guessed the present I had in mind was already included in what he asked for our wedding, but if the pictures that were displayed in front of us were any indication of what the wedding-pictures would be, it was worth paying that price. On the spot we contracted him for our wedding without discussing his prices. During the dinner, which was a real gourmet meal, we talked about everything and nothing, mostly about our respective jobs. Out of the blue, Ramses asked us if we had an open relationship. It was Robin who answered. -No, we don't. Why the question ? Is this a kind of invitation ? -No, it isn't. I am sorry if I made you think it was. I asked out of pure curiosity because we see that often around us. Ricky and I are a hundred percent exclusive and monogamous. When I see the two of you together, and even more after seeing the pictures Ricky made, I think it would be such a damned big risk for your couple and it would sadden me to know you are each going his way for sex. If in any dictionary they would have to put a picture next to the word "love", your picture would be at its rightful place. I guess I am hopelessly romantic and I would hate to see you jeopardizing your couple for a sexual pleasure of about an hour or maybe more. -We've seen so may couples in trouble, Ricky added, just because of a lustful craving. Even people we were so convinced would never separate. We have, in the past, been invited to foursomes and even orgies, but never accepted such invitations. We are in love... we love each other because we do what it takes to keep our relationship strong. It is a daily task that we have. It is a daily effort... a pleasurable effort, but and effort nonetheless. We know what we are working for and our primary goal is to be and to stay together. We can't afford to take things for granted ! -We know that, Robin said, as we have made that mistake in the past, taking things for granted I mean. We exchanged some harsh words that day when we realized it. Al here, who never loses his temper, lost it. I think about that conversation every day and it is a scary thing that I don't want to live again. It was when he said that he would have to go and search elsewhere if he didn't find what he needed at home that I realized I could really lose him. The mere thought of that made me sick ! -Yes, Robin is right ! I had to use these words to open his eyes. Actually I'd rather die than going to look somewhere else, but drastic actions need drastic reactions. It was after I pronounced these words that Robin showed me that his only concern was our love. -Have you two ever thought about visiting a relationship-counselor ? Ramses asked. -No, we haven't ! Up till now we have always been able to talk about anything without outside help. Have you ? -Yes, we have indeed. It was not because we had problems, mind you, but more because we wanted to avoid problems. You see, when you are living with someone, being together all your time you are not at work, it occurs that some things bother you, but that you think it is not worth mentioning them. What starts as an insignificant detail, can grow, with time, to enormous proportions. Even if we knew that, we couldn't speak them out loud. We went to see a friend who is a psychologist, to learn to say immediately what was on our mind, even if it was a small thing that at first view didn't mean anything, things as stupid as the cap on the toothpaste tube or the place of an item in the kitchen. Today, we can say those things without any animosity or anger. We don't let it get to our nerves. We mention it and as we both respect each other very much, we take it into account. -How did you come to say those "little things" like you call them ? I asked. -It is actually quite easy, Ricky mentioned, we both took a piece of paper and individually wrote down the little things that we didn't really like but were not worth fighting over. Then, after a few days, we gave each other the paper we had written. You would be surprised how much we learned from each other. It can sound stupid, but I used quite some salt in the kitchen, whereas Ramses uses a lot more pepper. We learned to cook with less salt and pepper and had a salt shaker and a pepper mill on the table. It can sound insignificant to you, but it brings more peace at the moment we eat and there are hundreds more examples. It is a question of giving-in without losing what we have. -Most of the solutions are maybe obvious, like the salt and pepper thing, Ramses added, but if you don't talk about it, you will never know. We started with pen and paper. Today we reached the point where we can just say it and the solution comes naturally. We found a balance that we didn't have before. As said, it is a daily work that we perform to keep serenity in our couple. When I see that Ricky makes an effort to correct something I said about one or another behavior, it shows me so much more that he loves me and, of course, I do the same in return. It was so interesting how they worked on their relationship. Robin and I had never thought about these "little things" and maybe I was doing something he didn't like and vice versa. We were a young couple and so much in love that we certainly kept a few things silent, but we forgot that while silent, these little things could and would grow. If we didn't take care, we could be faced with real problems in the future and realize it could have been solved while they were little indeed. -You know... Ramses went on, on the big basic things you do agree, otherwise you wouldn't be together. You can compare it to a big industrial machine where all the gears go well and you even oil them from time to time to be sure they got on well. In that big machine, if you put one grain of sand, it will still function properly. If the next day you add another grain of sand, you won't notice the difference. But if you add a grain of sand every day, at the end of the year there are three-hundred and sixty-five grains in that machine and it won't work as the first day. Your relationship is exactly the same. The little things that you think are not worth talking about, accumulate in your relationship... I don't think I have to explain more... When we drove home that night, I had the sincere feeling that I came out of Ramses and Ricky's house a bit wiser than when I entered it. They had taught us a few things that we were not aware of. It was not that they created problems we didn't know of. It was more that they gave us warnings about what could happen. We could only be grateful for what they did. When asked if they did that with everybody, their answer was a clear no. Ramses admitted he had been inspired by the pictures Ricky had taken of us. We looked at the pictures again the next day. One thing was obvious, the one Ricky had printed out in poster format would be framed and hung above the chimney in the living room. We would select one of the nude ones to also have in poster format to hang above our bed. It would always be a reminder of how much we loved each other. We also made a selection of pictures to send to our mothers, including one or two in swimwear as those had received a background representing beach and sea. It could in fact be holiday pictures. One of the nude pictures was particularly inspiring, although you couldn't see our genitals. None of the nudes showed our genitals ! All these pictures were extremely erotic. I never thought that seeing nude pictures of ourselves would excite me. The bulge in my trousers grew. It was strange that the less we saw, the more it excited us. There was one where we were nude and kissing, tightly embraced. During the photo-shoot we didn't have erections at any time, but looking at it now, was totally different. We tried to re-create the image and undressed, pressing our bodies together and then kissed. The imagination is a powerful tool and our erections were soon pressed against each other between our bellies. We went to our bedroom, leaving the living room in a total mess with clothes everywhere and all the pictures sprawled over the coffee table. Even if we were super excited, our lovemaking began soft and romantic. It wouldn't be the first time we started soft and that things got wilder. This time we really took our time with a lot of kissing and caressing. After all the time we had been making love, I still marveled at the softness of Robin's hands on my skin. It gently tingled all my nerve endings, waking them up like only Robin knew how. My hands grazed over Robin's nipples knowing exactly the effect I was going to receive. I avoided pinching them as I was in no rush to reach climax or make Robin ejaculate right away. He even asked me to be a bit rougher, but I had my own ideas and wanted to build up his horniness. I was determined to concentrate on his nipples only and see if he could put up with my gentle ministrations. I wondered how long it would take him to reach his climax with that gentle torture. He was wiggling under my touch urging me to pinch his nipples harder, but I didn't do it. I continued to gently caressing them with both my hands. In the corner of my eyes I could see he was hard as steel and even if I wanted to take his erection in my mouth and in my ass, I restrained myself and added my mouth and tongue on the very erected nipples that stuck out of the fine hairs on his chest. I reached the nightstand and took out the scarfs that were permanently in the drawer. I tied his hands to the headboard and his feet at the end of the bed. He laid there, eagle-spread without being able to move. His manhood was obscenely hard and not even touching his belly. Oh yes, I was hard as well and felt the excitement growing in my whole body. I went back to work on his nipples with hands and tongue. The sounds that came out of Robin's throat were not even natural anymore. I didn't know what kind of noise a lion in heat was making in the African Savanah, but that was the image that came to my mind when hearing my lover. I increased the tension a little by softly biting these two protuberances on his chest. With my tongue I combed the hairs that got a shade darker with my spit. I worked on his nipples like I had never done before. I almost munched on them, taking care to not deliberately hurting him. I just wanted to see how long he would stand it. From time to time I looked at his cock that was going up and down and even more when I was biting on his nipples. Robin desperately tried to untie the scarfs, but couldn't. It was more. The more he moved his wrists, the more the knots tied themselves harder. I gave him a bit of relief by fondling his cock and balls, only to attack his nipples again with more vigor. When I stretched myself to reach his lips and kiss him, my hands didn't leave his chest. I went on teasing him and his pleading sounded desperate. His cock was oozing precum that formed a little pool on his navel. I went to collect it with my tongue, kept it in my mouth and returned to his nipples that I bathed with his own pre-seminal fluids. I couldn't grab his nipples as they were slippery and I had to pinch harder to make him feel something before the nipple slipped out of my fingers. Robin was in a pleasurable agony under my touch. I bit his nipple a little harder and was rewarded with a spurt of cum on the side of my face. I had made him climax, only working his little tits. After the last spurt, I presented my face to Robin and made him clean it with his tongue. When it was to my liking, I untied his feet, kneeled between his open legs that I placed on my shoulders. His excitement was still visible. I took some lube to easy the entrance of my wet fingers in his ass and as soon as I felt his muscles relax, I pointed my own steel-hard stiffness and entered him till I was completely embedded in him. He urged me to make love to him. Who was I to refuse such a sweet invitation ? I didn't know that the whole nipple-scene had worked me up so much and I quickly felt my juices boil in my balls. I was not going to last long. Robin's eyes were full of love and lust. His mouth was slightly one, gasping for air and I was holding on to his ankles to keep a kind of balance. I increased my speed and strength of penetration, knowing I was going to fill him with my love-juices. I felt that incredible feeling in my nether regions announcing the imminent ejaculation. My thrusts in him became slow but very powerful, reaching deep inside of him and my balls began to empty themselves while I was groaning out loud. Once there wasn't a drop of semen coming out of my cock, I collapsed on my lover, kissing him with the passion only we could share. Our heartbeats were slowly coming down to normal again and we breathed more easily. It was only then that I untied his wrists, with some difficulty I have to say. We enjoyed the satisfaction of extraordinary good lovemaking, floating in the afterglow of going to heaven and back, when ... the doorbell rang. We didn't expect anybody, but whoever it was, we were not prepared to show a living room with clothes everywhere and even less the nice pictures that were on sight on the coffee table. We jumped out of bed, running to the living room to pull on our jeans and T-shirts, quickly hiding shoes and underwear. I went to open the door while Robin tried to collect all the pictures and hide the nude ones. Opening the front door I saw both our mothers. They kissed me on the cheek and immediately started to complain that we had not sent them the required pictures and so had decided to drop by to collect them. Just as they entered the living room, Robin was standing there with the pictures in his hands. His mother saw it and immediately took them out of his hands. -Come on Rebecca, let's sit down and look at them, Robin's mother said. The two ladies didn't wait for an invitation to sit down and started to look over the bunch of pictures Ricky had given us. Robin shrugged his shoulders as if to say he had had no time to remove the nude pictures. The Oohh's and the Aahh's were heard picture after picture. They were really lingering on the nude pictures ! -We've produced quite beautiful children, haven't we ? They didn't pay any attention to us, not even when I asked them if they wanted coffee or something. It wouldn't have changed a thing if we had not been there. Robin went to the studio to make a copy of the USB Ricky had given us, excluding the nude pictures. That way our mothers could choose which pictures they wanted or needed for whatever purpose they had in mind. The further they looked at the pictures, the more silent they became. We also showed them the picture we had in poster format. They were in awe. Finally, they dropped the pictures on the coffee table. -These pictures are really wonderful, my mother said. I really don't know which one is the best. Who made them ? We told her about Ricky and informed them we had asked him to be the photographer at our wedding. They could only agree. After that we were bombarded with hundreds of question about guest list, date of wedding and so on. These two women had decided to organize a super wedding. We had to refrain them a little, reminding them that the Covid thing was not completely over and that we didn't know what kind of measures government would apply to bigger gatherings. Robin reminded his mother that it was our wedding and that we had some decisions of our own. -As long as we pay for the wedding, we decide, she answered. -We didn't ask you to pay anything ! Robin said a little harsher than his intend. We are both adults now and have the financial means to have a wedding to our liking. We appreciate you want to make it the best you think it should be, but the final decisions are and stay ours. Seeing Robin's mother face, I could clearly see she was not happy with her son's outburst. Robin had always told me he loved his mother to death, but that sometimes she could act in an authoritarian way and be quite bossy. That had been the reason for him to leave his parental house. -Robin, she said in an icy cold tone, this is the first wedding of one of my three children. I will organize it like I think it is the best. I didn't ask for your opinion ! -Mother ! First of all, it is OUR wedding like I said and we have OUR opinion about it. If you can't agree, I won't hold it against you if you don't want to come ! This conversation was taking a nasty road. I didn't really want to witness this. I could see my mother was uncomfortable with it as well. We thought that an argument like that would be in private. -You mean you would ban me from your wedding ? -If necessary, I won't hesitate ! Robin's mother stood up, left the USB on the coffee table and without a word left the house. My mother had to follow as they came in only one car. 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