Marta - Sex Stories

Marta

... goddess overnight."

That got me worried, although I benefited greatly from her experience. Bree introduced me to anal sex and taught me to take her anally. She also returned the favor, introducing me to prostate play and anal toys.

We used all kinds of toys and experimented with light bondage, teasing with denial, and more.

Sometimes, when I came in her, she made me clean her up, eating my cream pie. Or she gave me a snowball after a blow job. According to Bree, this made us grow closer.

She was sort of innocently kinky, talking on the phone with her girlfriends while sitting on my face, me servicing her pussy, gossiping, and talking about nothing. When a girlfriend asked how I was doing, she just looked down and answered, "He's having a bit of trouble with breathing right now." Of course, they knew what she meant, leading to many giggles.

Or she made me prepare dinner, wearing nothing but an apron and a butt plug, "because I have such a nice ass."

Mostly, she made me treat her like a goddess.

There was one thing I taught Bree. Sometimes, it's good to let yourself go. Then I treated and used her like a slut, just as I previously had done with Marta. It was another ingredient on our sex menu.

Bree confessed later to me that during our very first night, she had brought her A game, "Lover, at the time, I wanted you and Marta to get back together, but I also wanted you to remind me if for some reason you and Marta wouldn't make it."

I guess you can ...

... say that had worked.

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The pregnancy period went fast, and we wanted to save money for the baby and a house. We had no big wedding and not even a white wedding dress, but we married at the city hall. Marta was Bree's best man, Lucas was my best man.

After the wedding ceremony, we had a small party at Bree's parents. At one moment, Marta and I were in the kitchen getting food and drinks for our guests. We looked at each other and knew it could have been us.

Suddenly she gave my ass a loud smack, grinning, "You better take good care of Bree."

I was relieved she took it well.

Our parents had one more surprise for us. They got us a honeymoon to Fuerteventura, Spain. We knew our life was changing fast, but for one week, we lived carefree, enjoying sex, sun, and tasty food. At moments, I could hardly believe that the walking wet dream next to me was my new bride.

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EPILOG

It's a Friday evening, and Bree sits in the middle on the couch. On her left side sits Jason, and Jonas on her right. Both boys are in their pajamas after showering, having an evening snack, and watching a comic on the television.

Jason, five years old, is like Bree, always helping and trying to do the right thing. He is a fantastic brother to Jonas. Jonas, two years old, has entered his terrible two's phase. Suddenly, the only word he uses is, 'No.' At times, I want to put him behind the wallpaper, but don't you dare touch him.

We moved to a small townhouse with a garden in the ...