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The walk back to the kitchen was a source of anguish for me.
At a tacit sign from her, Marie-Christelle and I headed for the kitchen after clearing the last dishes and utensils from the table.
My mother-in-law had placed everything on a rolling tray, which she silently pushed in front of me. I took the opportunity to take a good look at her tight ass in her dress, and fought the almost superhuman urge to push her onto the table as soon as we got back to the kitchen, to pull up her dress with one hand well, damn it, I’d done too much! I’d unleashed the Kraken! I had to reason with her…
“Listen, Marie Christelle,” I said, trying to sound confident…
“I’m dying for you too!!! Look…”…
I then pressed her hand against my stiff, painful, swollen cock; a tactic to get the better of her that had worked quite a few times so far…
But alas for me, that was not to be… She placed her hand against my cock, descending dangerously onto my balls, which she grasped through the fabric. A delicious sensation, so full were they…
“We must be reaso…” I began. But she didn’t let me finish:
With a defiant pout and her fiery gaze fixed on me, she painfully squeezed my balls…
“No, no, no, no” she said… ” You’ve heated me to death with your dirty trick. My panties are soaked, my pussy is pulsating with rage…And you’re going to fill it with your cock…Now…”…
I was really worried… She no longer seemed to have any notion of reality, of place, of risk… She was nothing but fever and sensuality… I had to put down my quavering voice to regain some semblance of ascendancy, and support her gaze where unfailing determination read…
“You…You will cum I promise”…She squeezed my balls a little tighter for any response….
“We…We have to do this differently tonight…We’re going to do this in two parts…. Please trust me and listen to me”…
“Let’s stand in front of the work surface”, I suggested…
Docile, she followed me… to my great relief…
So, we were side by side, me on her right, in front of the work surface where the clean glasses were, with our backs to the door….So able to react in a hurry if anyone came in.
“Look,” I said…. and, with a gesture, unzipped my pants and pulled my underwear…
Like a pole, my dick sprang out. Red and swollen, I had such a hard-on that my glans was apparent.
Marie Christelle’s eyes widened and she took a firm grip on my cock.
She began to masturbate me with force, and it was divine!!!!
Her skin was bahçeşehir escort soft, I reveled in her audacity and ardor – unbridled, it’s true, by all the touching and caressing she’d had to endure this evening without flinching, not to mention the magical influence of the egg – and she expertly pumped my dick, stimulating the crown of my glans with her firm, warm fingers…
I had to make an effort on myself to ask her to stop…
“Wait”, I said, “don’t move”…
Incredulous, she watched me turn towards her, while she too tried to turn towards me…
“No!” I said. “Don’t move, just look”…
While she was still facing the worktop, I pivoted slightly towards her. I had noticed two side pockets on her dress, at hip level.
With a quick movement, and under her bemused gaze, I inserted my cock into her right pocket… The inside of the pocket, made of satin material, was pleasantly soft, and I could feel her warm body through the fabric.
I took her little hand and placed it on my cock, and began to work it back and forth rapidly, almost as if I were penetrating her…
She seemed to relax a little I wondered whether she was really going to play along or not…
But I was almost convinced… I’d heated her up too much tonight, brought her to the brink of orgasm too many times for her to remain stoic any longer…
Taking my time, I prepared a cart for the ultimate liqueurs & other growths… Burning coffee, milk & sugar, small cookies, ice cube tray, whisky grand crûs & other liquors…
I entered the living room, the guests and family were fairly subdued, the atmosphere was more subdued & less animated, fatigue was present and it was slowly time to think about going home…
In my pocket, my mobile phone alerted me to a notification… I shivered with impatience and rushed to serve a few well-chilled whiskies…
I wedged myself into a chair and opened my mailbox… ” A video message. How surprising..” I said to myself, smiling…
I pressed Play, after making sure the sound was muted and, at the same time, my girlfriend came and wedged herself next to me…
“What are you looking at, my darling,” she said tiredly.
She leaned towards the screen and I had a moment of real panic…
For a moment I almost replied, “Oh nothing, just your mother masturbating”, but fortunately those words never left my lips.
Instead, quick as a flash in a gesture I wanted to be as natural as possible, I closed the video and replied in a nonchalant tone, esenyurt escort “Oh nothing…work emails…I’m just going to check if there’s anything urgent ok?
It’s a good thing my girlfriend was tired, because I couldn’t think of a better answer. Of course, it was absurd, but fortunately, it went down well.
Working email? At this time? Stupid me! I had to be more careful.
So I went a little further into the room, wedged into a corner, and finally opened the message, trembling with excitement.
Marie Christelle had certainly placed her mobile phone on the toilet and I saw a delicious image on the screen…
The image was framed at crotch level, slightly to one side. With her left arm, Marie-Christelle was holding back her dress, which she had pulled up to her navel.
Her pink panties were down to her knees and I had a sublime view of her pussy and its little tuft of brown hair. Exquisite detail: the string from the egg still protruded from between her lips, a sign that she had kept it -and perhaps lit it- in her vagina while masturbating…
She tapped her fingers, sticky with my cum, on her pussy, then began to make circular movements on her clitoris… She then ran her index and middle fingers energetically up and down, very quickly, over the furrow of her labia, rubbing her clitoris as she went…
She then spread her fingers – and I watched with delight as “threads” (probably due to my sperm and her mixed cyprin) stuck between her fingers and crotch – to stick her hand in her pocket, where I’d ejaculated a few moments earlier…
Before my stunned gaze, with her fingers smeared with my juices, she thrust two fingers deep into her pussy, moving back and forth. Her fingers glistened with her wetness and my semen, and the sight gave me a powerful erection, despite the fact that I had ejaculated a little earlier…
The video stopped, having reached its maximum duration, and I hurried to gather some empty glasses and plates on the cart to pretend I was going back to the kitchen.
I had only one desire, to go near the toilet door & listen to the noises she would surely make while touching herself so actively…
I abandoned the cart in the middle of the corridor to discreetly hide near the toilet door…
I could hear her jerky breathing through the door, the sound of her fingers digging into her wet, oiled intimacy, her little muffled moans… Raaaah I was this close to opening the door and “bang her” hard, like she probably hadn’t had in a long time…
But halkalı escort I left her in peace. Firstly, because I had to get back to the kitchen (the abandoned cart would have immediately raised questions), but also because she had earned this moment, this orgasm that promised to be grandiose, her moment…
Back in the kitchen, I tried to concentrate on my task: clearing away, filling the dishwasher, sorting out some cutlery…
I was still busy when the door opened behind me. Marie Christelle closed it behind her, then leaned back against the door with a huge sigh…
All tension gone, she looked tired, but the smile on her face was just beautiful…
She slowly approached me, put the egg back in my hand (it was dripping, literally) then took me in her arms… I hugged her tightly without saying a word, then our lips joined in an intense kiss! Unheard-of tenderness, a real moment & without perversity or manipulative games.
Her warm body against mine, her soft, fragrant tongue communing with mine… In a moment of eternity that would remain in my memory and my heart for a very long time…
Almost reluctantly, we parted… Still without a word, but in a kind of sweet euphoria, I returned to my chores while she emptied the last dirty glasses from the worktop…
And so it was that the kitchen door opened to reveal the couple she’d invited…
In the corridor behind them, her sons were putting on their coats…
“Say, we’re going to slowly take off here”… declared the husband…
“Are there more things to tidy up or are you okay?” asked my girlfriend, out of sight, from the hall…
It was a slightly sad change of atmosphere. Marie Christelle and I suddenly realized that our little games were coming to an end.
“No, it’s all right,” said Marie Christelle…. “I’ll finish tomorrow, you can go”…
The door closed. We finished putting away our belongings, then Marie-Christelle turned to me. We stood there, staring into each other’s eyes, without exchanging a word. Everything had been said for tonight, and we knew that our lives would be changed forever. I had no idea how we were going to manage our future, but I knew that I now needed her, and she needed me, in a confused relationship between domination and tenderness…
Almost as if in a dream, I said good evening to everyone… I also put on my jacket and, after a last chaste kiss on Marie Christelle’s cheek (we had to act as if nothing had happened in public, of course), I stepped out into the cold foggy night…with a sad heart…
As I got back into the car, I turned towards the house…
“See you soon, darling”, I said silently…
And, as I pressed the ignition button, I was already thinking about the moment when we would meet again…
(I’ll be publishing an epilogue to this story soon, so see you soon).