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──────⊰·☆·⊱────── He motioned to the young woman and led them to the table. It was then that he regretted it, for the right place that had been recommended to him was in the garden. It was true that they could see everything from there, and everything was newly remodeled. He had known the owner since he was a teenager, and he knew the quality of the food. But still, he thought he was giving him a bad impression, and that for Arthur was terrible. “Where did you hear about this place?” Morgana wanted to know, as they sat down at the table, and the waitress handed them the menu. Arthur felt a little uncomfortable. «How do I tell her I worked here on the weekends when I was in high school?» “One of my employees brought me here,” he lied. The truth was that he had helped the owner with all the improvements. “It was a very good choice…” Morgana looked to the side. “Arthur…” he finished, shaking his head and making a dramatic gesture, he added: “I can't believe you don't remember my n
──────⊰·☆·⊱──────Arthur was checking his computer and sipping a cup of coffee, when again he heard his cell phone ring.“Oh, Lordy! Doesn't this woman get tired!”, he exclaimed in a bad mood.He took a deep breath.“Tell me…”“Until you feel like answering my calls!”“Until you feel like answering my calls!” The woman's tone of voice was reproachful.“I was busy,” he replied seriously.“With what bitch this time?” she questioned angrily.The moment he heard this, Arthur clenched his jaw. At the same time, he clenched his fists and closed his laptop.“What the hell is going on with you, Jennifer?!”On the other end of the line, there was a gasp of surprise. Because the congressman's wife knew that when he called her by name. He was very upset with her.“It's just that I miss you, it's been a long time since we've seen each other”.“We had lunch together yesterday,” he reminded her.“You know what I mean,” Jennifer said after a snort, “You don't know how badly I want to misbehave”.Ar
──────⊰·☆·⊱────── «This is bullshit! It wasn't what I had in mind,» he said to himself, clenching his jaw. The two men looked at each other as rivals, although Arthur knew very well that it wasn't really, because, at the end of the day, the woman who was there with them wasn't his… And never would be. Watching him walk toward them, Jennifer gave a mischievous smile. “I'm glad you came,” he offered her a glass of champagne. “How could I refuse to have fun!” Arthur replied, showing his white teeth through one of the holes in the balaclava. The man with them said nothing, just took a sip of his drink, and nodded his head. Arthur didn't know why that encounter didn't look so good to him. “I'm pretty sure we'll have plenty here,” she smiled at the man who would be the third among them. Arthur went to the place with only one thing in mind, to persuade Jennifer of his idea to accompany her to Hawaii with her husband. And he didn't expect to find himself in the mood for a Ménage à troi
──────⊰·☆·⊱────── There was no doubt that Jennifer knew how to please him, she sucked him slowly, but expertly. With her tongue, she tapped the head of his mushroom-shaped member. Arthur leaned toward her to cup her face with his hands and set the rhythm of the penetrations to her mouth so completely that she barely gave him room to breathe. The moans on the woman's part were getting louder and louder, she raised her face to meet Arthur's burning gaze from behind the ski mask. Her blood was beginning to boil, she was burning alive. She was licking him greedily, making him feel like he was all she could think about. It was clear that Arthur Graham was his obsession. Jennifer again felt hands, large, warm, and calloused, run over her hips and caress the globes of her ass. As she felt them spread her thighs apart, she shivered with anticipation. She almost bit Arthur when a hot tongue began to caress the folds of her need-wet sex. Where she knew, she hid that button that would please
──────⊰·☆·⊱────── Jennifer was about to cum again, as Arthur and the guest moved with such synchronization, they seemed as one. As one thrust, the other stayed, slowly pulling back. Making the back and forth of her lovers, taking her again through a roller coaster of pleasure. If pleasure was a sin, then she would burn in hell. For her orgasm was so intense that it ended any reasonable thought. There remained no doubt that her partners were good lovers, for they found their release seconds later. When her spasms milked them dry, leaving them completely dry. She was so lax that her body looked like a puppet in the midst of those tall men. The first to get out of her was Arthur. He did it slowly, so as not to cause her any discomfort. He held her by the hips, giving the guest a chance to do the same. They both heard her purr in satisfaction. The man took her from Arthur's arms, to place her on the mattress. Hastily, she was in a state of drowsiness, typical of the state after orgasm.
──────⊰·☆·⊱────── Arthur was getting out of bed, undressed as God had brought him into the world, and he went straight to the bathroom. It had been two days after that three-way meeting, and he still hadn't been able to convince Jennifer of her insistence that he go to Hawaii. That afternoon, they had arranged to meet for lunch, but she had persuaded him to have the date at his bachelor penthouse. “What are you planning to do this afternoon?” Jennifer leaned on her elbows on the mattress to watch him. He didn't even answer him; he just closed the door behind him. “I asked you a question,” she insisted. He gritted his teeth as he realized she had opened the door and was inside. “Aww, it's so nasty!” Arthur shrugged, still holding his manhood in his hands. “I'm supposed to be in a private moment.” He looked at her seriously, “Or don't I have the right?” He shook his manhood and then turned on the shower faucet. As the dew began to fall. She felt Jennifer's still-firm breas
──────⊰·☆·⊱────── Morgana didn't want to open her eyes; Saturday mornings were sacred to her, since she got up after eleven o'clock. But her cell phone kept ringing. From the sound of the call, she knew it was her mother. “Tell me, Mom,” she answered reluctantly with his eyes closed, “Why are you calling me at this hour?” “It's not that it's six o'clock in the morning, Morgana,” her mother reprimanded her. He snapped his eyes open, for the tone used in his mother's voice was not his usual one. “What happened?” The first thing that crossed his mind was his father. “No, woman,” her mother calmed her down, “Nothing happened, it seems you forgot that you were coming to see Xavier this weekend, and he's very anxious about it”. Morgana sat up all of a sudden because she had completely forgotten that she was going to her parent's house that Saturday because her brother had a judo tournament. «Fuck! How could I forget?» She scolded herself. “Sorry, I had a presentation last night,” sh
──────⊰·☆·⊱────── After Joe's unwanted visit to her parents' house, Morgana avoided being alone with her mother. Knowing her well and knowing full well that she would not let it slip when the time came to ask her what had happened in the driveway. “The food was good, dear,” her father started to say. “Yeah, delicious as usual”. “The most boring thing was the vegetables,” his brother said, turning up his nose. “But the dessert Nana brought doesn't hold a candle to that”. “Oh, thank you for your comment, little gentleman.” His mother's voice was one of mock indignation. The boy flushed slightly and looked to his father for help “Now that we are finished, let's have our regular game of chess, Xavier”. “Of course!” the boy exclaimed and did his best to get out of the sight of his mother. He looked over at his sister, and she gave him a wink. “No worries, I'm helping mommy clear up”. She got up from the table with a couple of dishes in her hands, she had no idea why she felt like