I enjoy the sun on my face and my naked body. Amisa skilfully sucks my naked shaft. The tip of her tongue runs along the edge of the bulging glans glistening in the sun. Our eyes meet. She puts her mouth over the tip of my cock, pushes it far up my shaft and releases it with a pop. My thick hard-on bobs back and forth.
She climbs over me. She grabs my cock, pushes back the foreskin so that my bulging glans looks like a shield propelling to crack her open, and positions her hot, dripping pussy over it. She slowly lowers her pelvis over my cunt drill, which widens her and gradually takes me all the way inside her. When she is sitting on me and I am completely inside her, she moves her pelvis and kisses me long and hard.
She releases her kiss, holds my head in her hands, looks at me and asks gently: "How is it that Kay and you lead such a sexually open life? Why don't you mind sharing each other?"
"We have no real choice," I reply.
I can see the question mark on her face.
"Well, we just have too much desire to have sex with other people. An exclusive relationship would have quickly fallen apart."
"Was that hard to get used to?"
"Not really. Neither of us was in a relationship when we got together because we didn't want to do without others. Of course, we always had sex with the same people -- as we found out later, we even had sex with people the other had had sex with -- but we always had several sex partners at the same time. It was a mixture of regular partners and one-night stands."
"Which hasn't changed," Amisa grins and moves her pelvis over my hard-on.
"Exactly. Because that's how we wanted it. - To come back to your initial question: the difficult thing, the adjustment, was getting used to the fact that we were a couple now, that we belong together and that the other person was more than just a sex partner. Because with our regular sex partners, we are connected by sympathy, friendship, trust and desire for each other. These are also elements of a partnership based on love. The only distinguishing element is love. But what is that? What is the difference or the addition to the other elements? It's not that easy. Just remember that all too many people confuse lust and love and think they are the same thing."
"That's true," sighs Amisa. "Both work separately, but the best thing is when they complement and inspire each other. - And what's it like for you when you see Kay having sex with someone else?"
"It turns me on."
"Really?!"
"Yes, the first time I saw her was in a club and it was so hot to see her fucking someone else, another fat cock thrusting into her sweet, naked cunt, that I wanted her too."
"When Lucia had your hard-on in her mouth, it made me horny for him too," she mumbles [as told in the previous story].
I keep reminiscing: "She was so pretty, graceful -- so delicious and desirable. That was the point at which I got a crush on her. And as I got to know her better, I finally fell in love with her."
"How nice. Was it the same with Kay?"
"No. She didn't want to at first. She found the idea of being with someone, even moving in together, restrictive. She thought that she wouldn't be able to spontaneously take someone home with her."
"But that's exciting. An unexpected threesome."
"You've got the right attitude -- as Kay, by the way. But not everyone thinks like that. It can get ugly quickly."
"So she's right"
"Yes, she is. But, as always, it's a question of how you deal with the issue. If you fancy something like that, come along. Otherwise just go to him -- or her. You just have to let them know in advance. But that also applies to me and who I might bring with me."
"Another way to solve the question of my place or yours," Amisa laughs, smooches me and starts riding me harder again.
I twirl her hard, large nipples and knead her small breasts. She moans.
"Fuck me, Ami," I gasp. "You have such a hot body and a sweet, tight cunt that I love to stick my cock in."
"It's so tight because you've got such a fat pole," she grunts. "Feeling you inside me is so -- fulfilling. Your cock is just a hot dildo."
She grabs my neck and squeezes it.
"Yes," I croak in agreement and pinch her nipples.
It seems to make her ache with pleasure. She breathes out hissing through her clenched teeth, fucking me harder and deeper. I push against her womb.
"Cum inside me, you stud," she gasps and squeezes my throat. "Fill me up with your hot juice. Impregnate me!"
I pull myself up. Grab her throat, slap her on her bum and throw her off me. As she lies on her back, her legs spread wide, I come over her. I ram my fuck pole into her wet cunt. In the meantime, we keep looking into each other's eyes.
"You horny bitch," I grunt. "I'm going to rip you open with my club."
"Yes, thrust it in me deep and brutally," she gurgles as my hand closes around her throat.
She tightens her legs, her hips lifting so that I can thrust deeper into her. We look at each other. Our hands close around our throats. I thrust into her, she comes towards me with her pelvis. My sperm rises from by boiling balls, my thrusts become more urgent, more determined.
Amisa notices it, squeezes my throat harder, wants me to squeeze harder too. My cock explodes inside her. Spits sperm into her. Fills her up. Amisa twitches, bucks, cums herself. The grips around our throats loosen of their own accord. Panting, we savour our orgasms and then fall next to each other, exhausted and satisfied.
Amisa cuddles up to me and whispers: "Don't worry, by the way. I'm using contraception. It just makes me horny to say that."
"It's fine," I mumble. "We could have managed that."
"Mmh," she sighs and her hand slides between my legs. "It's so nice that you love and trust each other so much that you can have sex with others. It makes it so much richer and wilder."
"Yes, that's true," I reply. "Especially when we experience sex together with others, these are shared experiences and when we tell each other about our adventures that we had without the other person, they become shared experiences because we know each other, share our passions and can therefore immerse ourselves in our descriptions. They usually end with sex together."
"That would never have worked with my ex," she muses aloud. "He wanted me exclusively. I never asked him for group sex or anything because I didn't really want it either. But the way he talked about you when we could hear you having sex made it pretty clear."
"What kept you with him?" I ask curiously.
