Rendez-vous pour trois

The sun's tender embrace gently caressed Kyle's skin through the partially drawn blinds, casting a soft, seductive light across the room. His eyes lazily cracked open, revealing the raging erection - an aftermath of a wild night of unbridled lust with his neighbor's MILF wife Emma Taylor. The tantalizing silence of the early morning was a welcome balm to his weary soul, allowing him to savor the sweet nectar of illicit pleasure that lingered from their latest rendezvous. With a stretch that seemed to elongate his entire being, he reached for the digital lifeline that connected him to the world—his phone.

As the screen illuminated, the first thing that greeted his sleep-laden gaze was a text from the very woman who had been riding his thick, juicy cock just hours earlier. The message was a siren's call, a tantalizing photo of Emma's voluptuous form wrapped in a skin-tight yoga outfit. Her dark hair cascaded in a wild ponytail, framing her angelic face, which bore the faintest hint of a smirk that sent his pulse into a frenzy. Her grey eyes twinkled with mischief, and her boobies looked ready to spill out of their confines. The message beneath the image was a brazen invitation that spoke directly to the ravenous beast within him: "Tom’s at work, you free for a fuck rn?"

Kyle's heart hammered in his chest as he took in the sight. The thought of Emma, so eager and willing to abandon her marital bed for a round of steamy, adulterous passion was almost too much to handle. The very essence of the woman was a potent aphrodisiac, and he loved to have more.

"Send boobs!" Kyle texted back with a grin, his thumbs moving with the deftness of a seasoned flirt. He knew the sight of those ripe melons would get him going, and sure enough, his phone buzzed again almost immediately. The photo that popped up was even more delicious than he could have imagined. Emma had pulled down her top, revealing her nice MILF tits with small, pink nipples that looked as though they were begging to be sucked.

The chubby teenager felt his cock throb with anticipation. He threw the covers aside, his morning wood standing tall and proud as he caught his meat in his hand and began the morning ritual, "Suck now," he hopes his slut will get his message. He waited for Emma's reply, his hand moving rhythmically up and down his shaft, the precum beading at the tip.

Emma's response was swift, a series of photos that told a salacious tale. Each image showed her bringing her tits up with one hand and licking her nipple, while doing a selfie with the other. Her eyes were hooded, her cheeks flushed with arousal, and her mouth was parted right above her nipple. The next photo revealed her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, sending a shiver down Kyle's spine as he imagined those teeth on his cock. His hand tightened around his shaft, stroking faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

The final picture in the series was a full-body shot of Emma lying on her bed, her yoga pants pulled down just enough to reveal the plump curve of her ass cheek. This sent Kyle over the edge, and with a roar, he released a hot load of cum across his stomach and chest. He couldn't believe how lucky he is to have such a hot slut sending him sexy pictures on demand.

Wiping himself off, Kyle decided he couldn't wait any longer. He got of the bed, hit the shower, and fixed himself some breakfast. The morning thought were mostly about the "mindfuckery" subject. The idea of going further with Emma and also turning Tom into a bona fide cuckold thrilled Kyle to his very core. It is not like he disliked the guy... Well, he did. But, still making him aware of his wife's cheating was super fun. In fact, about fun stuf.

He picked up the phone and began to type, his fingers dancing over the screen with a finesse that belied the depraved thoughts racing through his mind. "I'm free! How about we make it a fun day?" he suggested, the casualness of his tone belying the raging boner that was tenting his sheets. "I could use a bit of time off, and I think you deserve a break too." He sent the message, his heart racing with anticipation.

The possibilities for the day stretched before him like a banquet of carnality. Maybe they'd hit the mall, maybe it is time for him to get things right, and treat a girl for a nice date? His phone buzzed and he looked at it, Emma's response was short and sweet, "Your slut be ready in 30 min." Whatever the day had in store, Kyle knew one thing for sure: it would end with Emma Taylor, naked and begging for his cock, her eyes glazed with passion and her mouth full of his cum.

Kyle's heart raced as he got to his neighbor's porch. "Damn I do need some exercises." He thought to himself as he took deep breaths. Emma stood on the porch, a vision in a tight, low-cut tank top that showed him a good amount of cleavage. A black choker encircled her neck, and her high-waisted shorts did start his imagination as they hugged her hips and showcased her endless legs. Her dark hair cascaded down her back, and her grey eyes sparkled with lust as she watched him approach.

Kyle's mind buzzed with the effort to maintain his cool demeanor. "You look... incredible," he managed, his eyes lingering on her body.

“Do I, sir?” she cooed. “This slut is so happy, her master approves of his ****'s attire. After all, I’ve been thinking about how much I want you to fuck me right here, right now, without any of that pesky small talk or pretending we’re going to do something else today.”

Kyle’s cock strained against his pants, and he felt a slight headache forming from his mind power—his ability to make anyone believe whatever he told them—but he ignored it. This was his heaven, and he was going to make it as good as possible for himself... Even if it meant abstaining in the short run.

“Well, I suppose we could do that,” he said, trying to sound nonchalant. “But I’d like to get to know you a bit better, and I think you want to know me better." His temples hurt a bit once he put some effort into his words.

Emma’s smile widened. “Well, absolutely, sir. Your fuck slut is ready to become yours in mind and heart. You did conquer my pussy already, doing such a divine job last night, filling my married pussy with your thick, young cum...”

Her words hung in the air like a siren’s song, and Kyle couldn’t resist her siren’s call. He took the stairs to the porch, his eyes never leaving hers, his cock begging for release.

“Let’s hit the road, then,” he said, his voice steady despite the raging storm in his mind. “But I’m expecting a road-side service along the way, if you catch my drift?”

“I do, I do!” she giggled, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “And can I please swallow your cummies before we get to the mall?"

Kyle’s heart skipped a beat at her eagerness. “I think we can manage that, can’t we?” He winked, his voice dripping with the promise of the sinful delights to come.

Emma led him to her car, and once inside, she wasted no time. Her hand found its way to his crotch, her fingers wrapping around his thick cock. She began to stroke him as she drove, her touch as sure and skilled as if she were handling the wheel of a Formula One racer.

Kyle’s eyes rolled back in his head as she worked him, her strokes growing faster and more urgent as they approached the mall. His breath grew ragged, and he could feel the pressure building. But just as he was about to bust, her hand slowed down, "I am sorry, master. But we are only half way there." They were on the traffic light, and she leaned in to give him a slow comforting kiss, "But I can swallow right now, and once more when we get there?"

Kyle grunted and shook his head, "Nah, I wanna give you a big one in the car park," He gritted through clenched teeth, his dick was really close to blowing. "Just keep driving," he managed to say, willing his body to hold out for the grand finale.

Emma's eyes sparkled with excitement, her hand still gripping his shaft, "As you wish, sir."

They arrived at the mall's parking lot and Emma pulled into a secluded spot. She turned off the engine and leaned over, her hand pumping him furiously. "Cum," she whispered, her voice a sweet command that sent him spiraling over the edge. "Fill my slutty cheating mouth with your hot seed."

Kyle couldn't hold back any longer. He erupted into her waiting mouth, groaning as she eagerly swallowed his load. She pulled back, her lips glistening, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "Thank you, sir," she murmured, licking her lips clean. "Now, let's go shopping."

The mall was buzzing with people, but Emma and Kyle moved through the crowds like they were in their own little world. The day was casual, easy—just a cheating slut and her young lover out for a bit of shopping. They held hands as they walked, Emma's eyes lighting up with excitement at every store they passed. She was like a kid in a candy store, and Kyle couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pride knowing he was the one giving her this sugary rush of excitement.

They strolled into a lingerie shop, and Emma's eyes widened with greed at the sight of the pair of sleek, stylish sneakers. "I think I need to try some of these," she said, her hand caressing the shoe as if it were a lover's thigh.

Kyle gave them a quick glance. "They look good," he said with a grin. "Though, I don’t know if I’m the best judge of fashion."

Emma laughed lightly, her blue eyes twinkling. "Yeah, I can tell." She leaned in a little closer, lowering her voice just slightly. "I’m just trying to find something that’ll make me feel really good when I wear it. You know, for those days when you need a little extra motivation."

"Comfortable clothes are always the best," Kyle replied, shrugging as he picked up a T-shirt from a nearby rack and inspected it. "You don’t need anything flashy to look good."

Emma smirked. "True. I guess I’m a sucker for the flashy stuff." She threw the shoes back on the rack and gestured toward the food court. "How about we grab something to eat? I’m starving."

Kyle nodded. "Sounds good."

They made their way through the bustling mall, Emma’s ass swaying in her tight jeans with each step, drawing the eyes of every man they passed. Kyle couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pride knowing that she was his, that he was the man, he had the power to make her submit to his every whim. HE WAS THE-, "Stop it," he told himself, "Slow and steady, Kyle."

"What it that?" Emma grabbed Kyle’s hand, her touch sending electricity through his body. "You were saying," she murmured, her breath warm against his ear.

He swallowed hard. "No, I just— let's sit there!"

They settled at a quiet table, Emma’s legs brushing against his under the table. In fact, very soon the leg lost the shoes and now was planted in between his thighs slowly massaging his cock.

Kyle tried to focus on his food, but the sensation of her bare foot rubbing him was too intense. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the raging storm within. "Fuck, you are such a slut," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "People are watching."

"Let them," she murmured, her eyes never leaving his face as she continued her silent seduction. "They can watch me pleasure my master."

Before Kyle could respond, the air around them was pierced by a shrill, high-pitched giggle. Both their heads snapped up to see a young blond standing right next to their table. "Kyle! What a surprise!"

Emma's foot stilled on his cock, and she leaned back in her seat, a look of surprise flashing across her face. Kyle followed her gaze to see a familiar face beaming down at them—Sandra, the 21-year-old sex shop worker with flowing blonde hair and a penchant for wearing clothes that left little to the imagination. The girl looked as if she had just stepped out of a porn set, her tiny tits barely contained in a low-cut shirt, her skirt so short it could be mistaken for a belt.

"Hey, Sandra," Kyle said casually, trying to ignore the sudden tension that coiled around them like a python.

Sandra's eyes darted from Kyle to Emma and back again, her smile faltering slightly. "Oh, I didn't know you two knew each other," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of jealousy that was as subtle as a sledgehammer in a library.

Emma's foot remained still on Kyle's cock, her eyes narrowed as she sized up the competition. "We're just friends," she said, her tone cool.

Kyle felt the beginnings of a headache as he looked at the hottest women he had slept with (or rather the only), clearly about to start a fight. He took a deep breath and focused his mind, channeling his power. "Sandra, sit down," he said calmly, his voice carrying an authority that made her comply without question. "There's something I need to tell you, and I think you're going to like it."

The blonde sat, her eyes wide with curiosity. "What's up, Kyle?" she asked, leaning forward slightly, giving him an ample view of her small, perky breasts.

"Well," Kyle began, his cock still throbbing from Emma's foot massage, "I've been thinking about how much fun we've had together, and how much more we could have if you just... took it more casually." He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the pain that hit him right after.

"Really?" Sandra's voice was a mix of excitement and disbelief, her eyes wide with hope. "You mean, casually like this?" Suddenly Kyle felt that there are two feet between his thighs.

Emma's hand shot out and grabbed Sandra's ankle, halting her movement. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she snarled, her eyes flashing.

"It's okay," Kyle said, his voice steady despite the pounding in his head. He met Emma's gaze, focusing his power on her. "Sandra's just joining us for a bit of fun. There's more than enough of me to go around."

Emma's expression softened, the jealousy in her eyes fading into something more akin to curiosity. She leaned back, releasing Sandra's ankle. "If that's what you want," she murmured, her hand sliding up to toy with one of her small pink nipples, now visible thanks to the tightness of her tank top.

Sandra's eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store. "Really?" she squealed, bouncing in her seat. "She is fine with that?"

Emma nodded slowly, watching as Kyle's cock began to swell again under the table. She leaned back in her chair, her hand dropping away from her nipple. "I guess if that's what the master wants," she said, a hint of challenge in her voice.

Sandra's eyes widened when she heard Emma's words, her cheeks flushing a delightful shade of pink. "Seriously?" she squeaked, now looking at Kyle, "You landed a real submissive MILF? Damn, you are a lucky man!"

Kyle smirked, the pain in his head subsiding as he watched the two of them. "Yeah, she's something else," he said, reaching under the table to give Emma's foot a gentle squeeze.

Emma's gaze never left Kyle's, and she nodded, a smirk playing on her lips. "I'm his to use as he sees fit," she said, her voice dripping with lust. "And if he wants to share, well..."

Sandra giggled, her eyes flicking down to Kyle's crotch, which was now tenting his pants. "I'd love to help out," she said, her voice a breathy whisper. "I mean, if you don't mind."

Emma's foot began to move again, her toes curling around his cock. "I don't mind," she said, her voice low and sultry. "In fact, I think it's about time we gave this little slut a taste of what she's been craving."

With a wicked grin, Kyle stood up from the table, his cock straining against his jeans. "Let's go find an empty bathroom," he said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I want to see just how much of a team you two can be."

The two women exchanged a look that was part challenge, part excitement. Sandra bounced to her feet, her skirt riding up even higher. "Lead the way, master," she said, her eyes glued to the bulge in his pants.

The bathroom was a short walk away, and by the time they arrived, Kyle was practically dragging them both. The anticipation was thick in the air, and he could feel his power buzzing through him. He opened the door to the first stall, revealing the gleaming tiles and spotless surfaces. "Let's make this quick," he said, his voice a low growl. "But I want it to be good."

Emma stepped in first, her eyes never leaving Kyle's as she undid her shorts. She let them fall to the floor, revealing her shaved pussy, already slick with arousal. Sandra followed suit, her tiny skirt pooling around her ankles. She was wearing a skimpy thong that left nothing to the imagination, and she shimmied it down, her pussy just as wet and eager.

Kyle stepped in and locked the door behind them, the sound echoing through the empty bathroom. He took a deep breath, feeling the headache from his power recede slightly. "On your knees," he said, his voice firm.

Both women obeyed, kneeling before him, their hands on the cool tile. He reached down and stroked their hair, his cock pulsing with excitement. "You're going to take turns, the one who does the best job will get to cum first." He said, his voice filled with a mix of dominance and excitement.

Emma looked up at him with hungry eyes, her lips parted as she leaned in and took the head of his cock in her mouth. She sucked hard, her tongue swirling around the tip as she took him deeper. Kyle felt his power swell as he watched her, the headache from earlier fading away. He focused on her, willing her to believe that she was the best cocksucker in the world. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure, and she began to bob faster, her throat tightening around his shaft.

Sandra watched, her own desire building as she saw her new MILF friend pleasing Kyle so eagerly. She leaned in, her small, perky tits bouncing as she took his balls in her mouth, licking and sucking as if they were the sweetest candy she’d ever tasted. The room was filled with the sounds of wet sucking and slurping, and Kyle's moans grew louder and more urgent with every passing second.

Sandra looked up at him, her eyes full of love and lust, Kyle nodded, "Now you, slut." She took his cock, her mouth watering as she took him in, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin as she sucked him off. He could feel the heat building in his balls, the pressure mounting.

Emma watched, her own arousal spiking as she saw the young blonde worship his cock. She reached over and began to play with Sandra's tits, pinching and tugging at the stiff peaks, making her gasp and moan around Kyle's shaft. The sound was music to his ears, and he felt his orgasm approaching like a freight train.

Kyle reached down and gripped Sandra's hair, guiding her movements, his mind racing with the thought of fucking both of his sluts back-to-back. "Switch," he grunted, pulling her off and pushing Emma forward. The MILF took his place, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she took his cock in her mouth. Sandra, not one to be outdone, moved behind her, her mouth watering at the sight of Emma's plump ass in the air.

Emma moaned around Kyle’s cock as she felt Sandra’s warm breath against her pussy. The young blonde’s tongue darted out, tracing the sensitive folds before plunging into her wet heat. Kyle’s grip tightened in her hair, and she knew he was close. She redoubled her efforts, eager to please her master.

“Make her cum, Sandra,” Kyle grunted, his voice thick with lust. “I know you want that, you dyke slut!”

Sandra’s eyes lit up with excitement, and she didn’t waste a second. She buried her face in Emma’s pussy, her tongue flicking against the swollen bud of her clit. Emma’s muffed moans grew louder as she felt the waves of pleasure crash over her, while Kyle's cock made her gag with each thrust into her mouth.

"You're doing so good, slut, keep it up," Kyle encouraged, his hips thrusting faster as he felt his orgasm approaching like a tsunami. Sandra's tongue danced around Emma's clit, flicking and licking with a hunger that was palpable. The sound of their moans and the smacking of wet flesh filled the bathroom stall as the three of them were lost in a world of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Emma's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the tension in her body build. Her hand reached back to grip the side of the stall, her nails digging into the metal as she fought the urge to scream. Kyle's cock was like a hot, thick rod of steel in her mouth, filling her with a sense of fullness that only added to her desire. She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing with each bob of her head.

With a gasp, Emma's body went rigid as she climaxed, her pussy clenching around Sandra's tongue. The sensation was so intense that she couldn't help but let out a muffled scream, the sound vibrating around Kyle's cock. Her mouth tightened around him as she swallowed, her eyes watering with the effort.

Kyle couldn't hold back any longer. He erupted into Emma's mouth, filling her with hot, sticky cum. Without missing a beat, she turned to Sandra, her mouth still full of his seed, and kissed the blonde deeply, sharing the salty taste of victory. Sandra's eyes went wide with surprise, but she melted into the kiss, her own desire spiking as she felt the warm fluid slide between their tongues.

Emma pulled away, a smug smile playing on her lips. "Now, do you want our daddy fuck your dyke-pussy?" she asked, her voice a mix of challenge and desire.

Sandra looked up at him with wide eyes, her mouth still wet with cum. "More than anything," she breathed, her voice shaky with anticipation.

"Good," Kyle said, his cock still hard despite the recent orgasm. "Because I want to feel how tight that little cunt of yours is."

Sandra's eyes sparkled with excitement as she scurried to the nearest wall, her legs quivering with anticipation. She leaned back, her palms flat against the tiles, her ass sticking out invitingly. "Take me, sir," she begged, her voice high with arousal.

Emma watched from the side, her breathing heavy and her chest rising and falling with excitement. She reached down and began to play with her own clit, eager to feel the aftershocks of her own orgasm as she watched Kyle claim his new prize.

Kyle stepped forward, his cock bobbing in front of him. He positioned himself behind Sandra, his hand reaching around to spread her cheeks apart. He lined up his cock with her dripping entrance and pushed in, feeling the tight warmth of her pussy grip him like a vice. Sandra moaned, her body shaking with the sudden intrusion.

He began to pump into her, his hips moving with a rhythm that was as old as time itself. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the bathroom, and Sandra's moans grew louder with each thrust. Kyle felt his power pulsing through him, the headache from earlier forgotten as he focused on filling the young slut with his seed.

Emma watched, her eyes glazed with lust as she touched herself. She could feel the envy in her stomach, the desire to be the one taking him like that, but she knew that her time would come again. For now, she was content to be his loyal slut, watching him claim another.

Sandra's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt Kyle's thick cock fill her up completely. Her pussy was tight around him, the walls clenching as he pounded away, his balls slapping against her with each deep plunge. She couldn't believe she was doing this in a public place, but the risk only added to the thrill.

"I'm going to cum," Kyle grunted, his grip on Sandra's hips tightening. "I'm going to fill your cunt with my cum, slut."

Sandra's legs gave out, and she slid down the wall, taking him with her. He didn't miss a beat, his cock still buried deep inside her as he picked up the pace, his breath coming in ragged gasps. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her nails digging into his skin as she met him thrust for thrust.

"Yes, yes," she screamed, her voice echoing off the bathroom walls. "Cum in me, please! Make me your slut!"

With a roar, Kyle emptied himself into her, his cum spurting into her pussy with a **** that made her whole body convulse. Sandra's eyes rolled back in her head, and she collapsed against him, her legs giving out completely.

Emma watched, her own orgasm cresting as she felt the waves of pleasure wash over her. She had never seen anyone so eager to be used, so **** to please, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of admiration for the young blonde. "You're a natural," she murmured, her voice thick with desire.

Kyle pulled out of Sandra, his cock still twitching with the aftershocks of his climax. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and hunger. "Thank you for the service," he said, his voice a low growl. "I think you are late for your shift now?"

Sandra looked up at him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed with pleasure. "Yes, sir," she murmured, her voice still shaky. She pulled up her panties, the crotch drenched with their combined juices, and stood on wobbly legs. She pulled out a small card from her pocket and handed it to Emma with a shy smile. "My number's on there, in case you ever want to... you know."

Emma took the card from him and gave Sandra a knowing look. "I'll make sure to call you," she said with a wink. "Now, go, you're going to be late for your shift, slut."

With a giggle, Sandra leaned in and kissed Kyle on the cheek before darting out of the stall, her heels clicking against the tile floor as she made a hasty retreat. Kyle took a moment to catch his breath, his heart racing from the intensity of the encounter. He looked over at Emma, who was still kneeling, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and smiling up at him like a cat who'd just caught a particularly large mouse.

"How do you like our date, slut?" he said, his voice still thick with lust.

"More than words can say," she replied, her own voice a little shaky. "Let me clean you up and we can go back to the shopping."

Emma promptly took his softening cock in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip and cleaning up the last traces of their combined juices. She was thorough, her eyes never leaving his as she made sure not to miss a single drop.

When she was done, she pulled up his pants and buttoned them, smoothing down the fabric with a gentle touch. They left the bathroom, Kyle's cock now at ease and his mind buzzing with the electricity of his first threesome. The mall was just the same, but his life was now not.

Emma chuckled as they merged back into the flow of shoppers. "You've got a real knack for this, you know," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Two sluts in one day. You should be proud of yourself."

"Fuck yea," Kyle said with a smug grin, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Emma playfully slapped his arm. "I'm not complaining," she said, her hand lingering just a little too long. "But maybe you should Sandra her out on a proper date. You know, dinner, a movie, the whole shebang."

Kyle couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of taking a cool girl like Sandra on a date. "The idea was to have the whole shebang with you," he said, his voice low and teasing.

Emma smacked his chest lightly, but her eyes full of appreciation. "You're such a nice boy," she teased, her voice husky with lust. "But I am afraid this slut only wants one thing from you." She licked her lips, her hand sliding down to his cock, already showing signs of life again.

"Common, I think the date is over," her hands grabbed his and pulled into a hug, "But since you took a girl for a date, I guess she has to give you some back home."

Kyle chuckled and wrapped his arms around Emma, his cock already responding to her touch. "I'll hold you to that," he murmured into her ear, his breath hot against her neck.