Second week

Second week – Days 8 to 14

The house is pure sex now.

Laura wakes up soaked, showers thinking about cock, and every afternoon waits for Robert in the most obscene lingerie she’s been secretly ordering online.

Day 8 – Monday

Laura greets Robert in a passion-red open-crotch, open-back lingerie set.

Only two tiny lace strips cover her nipples and a thin string runs across her pussy.

She drops to her knees in the hallway, sucks him balls-deep, then gets on all fours right on the floor.

She spreads both her ass and pussy wide with her hands and begs in a broken voice:

“Please… put it in already… I can’t take it anymore.”

Robert fucks her ass standing up against the wall, so hard her tits bounce and the picture frames shake.

Day 10 – Wednesday (the threesome I’ll never forget)

Robert brings Mr. Jackson “as a surprise.”

Laura freezes for a second when she sees them both… then her face lights up with the naughtiest smile I’ve ever seen.

She’s wearing a sheer black babydoll and nothing else.

She kneels in the middle of the living room and starts sucking both cocks at once—switching, licking balls, forcing both heads into her mouth until tears run down her cheeks from the effort.

Jackson is trembling: he’s never had her ass before.

They put her on the couch:

• Robert underneath, buried balls-deep in her ass.

• Jackson standing in front, fucking her throat.

Laura moans like she’s possessed, eyes rolled back, body glistening with sweat.

Then they switch: Jackson gets behind her and slowly slides into the ass he helped open weeks ago.

He enters in one long thrust and Laura screams pure pleasure.

Jackson actually cries with emotion while he fucks her, whispering:

“My little girl… finally… finally I have your ass…”

They both come almost together: Robert deep in her ass, Jackson in her mouth.

Laura has such a violent orgasm she trembles between the two men for minutes.

Day 12 – Friday night (the conversation that changed everything)

Laura is on her knees between my legs on our bed, wearing only one of my T-shirts and the little white ankle socks.

She’s giving me a slow, deep blowjob, eyes locked on mine.

Suddenly she pulls my cock out of her mouth and whispers hoarsely:

“Honey… I have to confess something…

I love what I do with Mr. Robert.

And Wednesday… it was the first time I had both of them at once.

Mr. Jackson finally got to… go in the back.

It felt so good having them both inside me…

I know it’s sinful to say it, but… I can’t wait to be married so we can have real sex.”

I keep stroking her hair, my cock throbbing in her hand.

“What if… we practiced a little before the wedding?” I say, voice shaking. “I could go down on you… that way you get all that excitement out without breaking anything. It would be… like a preview of what we’ll do as husband and wife.”

She’s silent for an eternity.

Then she nods, very slowly.

“Just… just with your tongue, okay? And not too deep… that’s still for our wedding night.”

That same night – My first time tasting her virgin pussy

Laura lies back on the bed, legs spread, T-shirt pushed up to her neck.

She’s nervous, trembling.

I kiss slowly up her thighs until I reach her pussy.

It’s perfect.

Small, pink, plump lips sealed tight, completely smooth except for a faint landing strip that’s almost gone.

She’s drenched. It smells sweet—like pure arousal, like a young woman who’s never been touched.

I run my tongue flat from bottom to top and Laura lets out a little cry, clutching the sheets.

She tastes like honey and salt, like years of pent-up desire.

I lick slowly, barely parting her lips with the tip of my tongue, never going inside.

She moans my name, lifts her hips, grabs my hair.

I suck her swollen little clit like a button, circle it, flick it gently.

Laura comes in under three minutes, shaking all over, flooding my mouth with her first orgasm for me.

When it’s over she covers her face, crying from pleasure and guilt.

“Thank you… thank you, honey… that was beautiful.”

Days 13 & 14 – The new ritual

Robert still comes every afternoon and pounds her ass mercilessly.

Laura spreads her legs for him, shows him her pussy, lets him smell it, sometimes even grinds on his thigh until she comes.

As soon as Robert leaves, she takes a quick shower and comes to our bed.

She lies back, opens her legs, and whispers:

“Now you, honey… clean your future wife.”

And I bury myself between her thighs, licking that virgin pussy that tastes sweeter every day while she moans my name and tells me she’s never been happier.

Sixteen days left in this hellish, heavenly month.

And every night I fall asleep with her taste on my tongue and the image of Robert pulling out of her ass still burned into my eyes.