Muffin revealed she had made reservations at Boate 2a2, one of Rio's most exclusive and renowned swingers clubs, known for its luxurious setting and selective entry for couples and single women. The club was a blend of opulence and intimacy, with dim lighting, plush seating, and various themed rooms designed to facilitate exploration and pleasure.
Before we left for the club, Muffin sat me down, her eyes searching mine for understanding. "I've got a plan for tonight, but I want to make sure you're okay with it," she said, her voice soft yet excited. "I want to see you with another woman, but only if you're happy with the idea." I nodded, my heart racing with both anticipation and love for her openness. "As long as you're there with me, I'm more than happy," I assured her, and her smile was all the confirmation I needed.
We dressed for the occasion; I wore a tailored black suit with an open collar, no tie, to match the club's upscale yet relaxed vibe. Muffin chose a stunning, deep red dress that hugged her curves, her red hair left flowing, adding to her allure. The dress was short, hinting at what might be underneath, paired with high, strappy heels.
At the bar, we met two friends of Muffin's - one Brazilian, named Ana, with long, dark curly hair, olive skin, and an infectious smile, wearing a vibrant green dress that contrasted with her skin, highlighting her athletic build. The other, Isabelle from France, had a chic, sophisticated look with short, blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a black lace corset top with a flowing silk skirt, her French accent adding to her allure.
We moved to a private room, the atmosphere intimate and charged with anticipation. The girls kissed each other first, their lips meeting in a dance of mutual exploration, hands roaming over each other's bodies. As they undressed one another, the lingerie came into view: Ana wore a matching set of emerald green lace, her bra and thong accentuating her curves, while Isabelle was in black satin and lace, her corset now fully revealed, paired with a garter belt and stockings.
Once the girls were down to their lingerie, they turned their attention to us. Muffin, with a playful smile, began to undress me, her hands deliberate, teasing the fabric off my skin, her eyes never leaving mine, ensuring I was comfortable and enjoying the moment.
I joined the girls on the bed, where Ana and Isabelle took turns exploring my body. Ana started with her mouth, her kisses trailing down my chest to my abdomen, her hand gently stroking me, bringing me to hardness. Isabelle joined in, her kisses on my neck and ears, her hands caressing, then guiding me into her mouth with a skillful, teasing technique that left me gasping.
They switched, with Isabelle taking me deeply, her movements slow and sensual, while Ana kissed me, her tongue dancing with mine, her hand never straying far from the action. They alternated, their touches and kisses building my arousal to a peak, their laughter and moans filling the room, a symphony of pleasure.
As I neared climax, Muffin signaled to them, and they moved aside, watching intently. Muffin mounted me, her gaze locked with mine, full of love and desire. She took me inside her, her warmth enveloping me, and began to ride with an intensity that matched the night's excitement. Her movements were fluid, her hips grinding against mine, her moans growing louder as she neared her own release.
I came hard, my body tensing, the pleasure overwhelming, but Muffin didn't stop. She continued to move, her rhythm changing to one of her own pleasure, riding out her orgasm as I began to soften, the sensation drawing out her climax, her body shuddering above me.
The room was filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing and the soft laughter of satisfaction from Ana and Isabelle, who watched with appreciation, the night's boundaries expanded, our connection with Muffin deepening through shared desire and exploration. |
Well written, great build up and hot as hell.
Great job xxx