Date: Tue, 21 Apr 2020 05:19:00 +0000 From: Kachar Ricuchi Subject: Cindy, Laura & I: a threesome 2 III But it seems now that my wife wanted Cindy for her. Perhaps she resented me for being close to her, close as in Yoga-class-sharing close; close as to be on the front row seat to see her mound stretch her leggings and let the topography of her thighs and hips spread revealing its surface in all its curves, and the furrows imprinted by her labia on the tight lycra, at it stretches with her movement. And watch the tight tank top letting her breasts spread on her chest, slide sideways, with the nipples rising and showing pointy and proud. Do you mind? she says to me, avoiding my eyes, as she pauses for a second in her ministrations between Cindy's legs. I do not understand. I am not sure she recognizes me. No, she does and I fear it is not a question. I translate it: would you please get lost? Brutal, in all the softness of her passive face and glistening mouth. Cindy, at this pause, does not seem happy, as her brief, timid smile towards me is swiftly followed by her arms that fall on Laura's head, because she wants the attention back, the tongue back, wants her vulva covered again in the heat and moisture of Laura's mouth. And sure enough, they continued with their mouth to pussy love making and, it seems to me, in a slightly more aggressive rhythm, now that I was out of the way -I had been warned, but in the same deep, paused, intense licking that, it seems, women are more prone to practice in sex - just like Yoga, a lot of mindfulness and lot of physical control. Surely, something to take into account. Enough reflection. But what now? Cindy liked Yoga and she understood it was beneficial to her. What would she do now? Leave our classes? Continue and, perhaps, naturally resume our breakfasts with Laura... the ice would be broken, right? Would this be done in a smooth way? Would theirs be a steady relationship, or had Laura just satisfied a deep physical desire? Where do I stand? I was well aware that there was nothing smooth in the next step of this relationship. My wife's action did not entitle me to seek sex with anyone, just yet. I needed an explanation; I need to know why the need for secrecy. Did I need to confirm the sensation that when there is secrecy involved things are serious? Yes, I want to know how serious it was and move forward, with or without Cindy. IV I heard Cindy leave a couple of hours later. I was surprised that she was leaving... yet Laura did not come immediately up. My guess is that she was dozing on the sofa after the satisfying lovemaking she gave, her hands nested over her warm sex as if trying to keep the intensity of their pleasure bottled up for a few more hours. After I had been excused, so to say, I had remained upstairs, quiet, not even attempting to listen to the sounds of their moaning or peek to check the states of their bodies - I knew their minds were well into it. As I was getting into bed, naked for effect - I did not discard masturbating myself as I was getting more aroused imagining what was going on downstairs- I guessed that by then they would have been fully naked and well beyond their cunnilingus ministrations. Now their hands were surely at play, with Laura's fingers inquisitively searching the depths of Cindy's vagina and perhaps, because I knew Laura liked it, feeling with her fingertips the pruny rim of her asshole. Had Cindy appreciated that? Had she opened herself in that very corner that is the most intimate and precisely the one I did not know, which does not reveal itself in yoga, not even in Happy Baby pose, as Cindy opens her legs wide, but remains in the depths of the gorge between both her round cheeks. Whatever they were doing, I could imagine it. And that would get me going, as it had before; but now it was real, and it was happening right under me. I know every corner of my wife's body and her secrets as I also know every corner (but one) of Cindy's body. I can picture how they can fit, how they can interlace their bodies, how their breasts could, helped by their sweat in their arousal, slide against each other and their nipples, if erect, playfully bump into each other, sliding again, playfully rotating in different orbits until they find each other one more time. I could imagine how their four long legs, so similar as if sculpted, slender columns from the same rock, could confound the observer to be viewing a body mosaic. Their arms above their heads stretching in ecstasy. But for this body contact to be so free as I imagined it, Laura would need to be really in the mood to reveal that secret. Would she? I could not guess at all. Or perhaps she did and that had upset Cindy? That would be strange because I do not think that detail would have affected the profound physical attraction between them; it would have heightened it I think. I would have to wait and hear, in case Laura was in the mood to share.