Temptations crossed 03 <unk> Sensations

The suggestion of the ménage by the neighbor surprised Livia, as none of them had any relationship with that woman. The blonde was a suspicious wife and repeatedly spied on him, but the only woman who realized wanting to get close to her husband was Karina. After the candid conversation they had, she did not believe that Renan could hide anything. Besides, he was right about one thing: Ursula was beautiful. The round face with the skin retained was adorned by a vast and well-covered hairline. Her slightly pulled eyes were a charm apart, but composed a very seductive look, accompanied by the thick lips and the slightly flattened nose. She had a body full of curves, where her preference for short clothes always made her attract attention by the fatigue of thighs. Even before the conversation with Caius made her rethink her sexuality, Livia already looked at her with admiration. She understood that it would be absolutely normal for Renan to be interested in her, even more with the privileged information provided by Caius. If before he was enchanted only by beauty, now the information that this goddess also felt pleasure with women made him fantasize about unprecedented things. In the conversation as a husband, Renan had only raised the idea, without thinking about how they would make everything happen. Livia, on the other hand, decided to approach Ursula on her own. Being extremely communicative, she had no trouble getting close to her. Occasional encounters in the elevator, in the bakery, in the market or anywhere else became grounds for her to display her most sympathetic smile and receive Ursula's in return. Short conversations about banalities camouflaged deep exchanges of glances. Livia's green eyes found echoes in Ursula's brown ones. An invitation to have coffee inevitably happened. That day, Livia tied her long hair in a high ponytail. She chose a regatta shirt and legging trousers, simple clothes, but still evidenced her curves. She went up a few floors to Ursula's apartment, where she was greeted by the young twenty-eight-year-old. The hostess dressed comfortably in short shorts and a top, showing off her dark skin and her shapes. The coffee and cake lasted a long time because the two women had a lot to share with each other. They were getting to know each other and talked a lot about work, the problems of the neighborhood, the quarrels of the condo and at some point they would talk about relationships. I've been married for a few years. You seem to live alone, don't you? Yes, I like the quiet, to be alone, I don't think I could share the house with other people for long. Don't you have a boyfriend? No, not boyfriend or girlfriend. Livia looked Ursula in the eye. She knew about her neighbor's bisexuality, but she needed her to admit it in front of her. It wouldn't be nice to assume that she knew about it because of gossip. Yeah, I like women, too, and I don't usually make a lot of friends because it scares them, so I think it's better to talk about it right away. Ursula's countenance had changed. The smile disappeared, expressing the discomfort of taking it on. Livia thought how that woman might feel a little lonely, despite taking on the taste for silence. She wanted the friendship of that woman, but feared she had asked the wrong question at the wrong time. You're so beautiful, I think it's normal to be attracted to all genders. Ursula's serious face broke into a smile and Livia breathed a sigh of relief. I've had problems with married women who didn't understand my sexuality, and they think that because I like men and women, I'm a nymphomaniac. That's ridiculous, because if it was, I don't think it's a problem to enjoy sex. Ursula is laughing. The problem is they think I'm gonna steal their husbands... or them. Livia laughed, more than she should have, for Ursula had no idea that both she and her husband wanted to be robbed. I can't say anything because I stole some boyfriends when I was single. The blonde felt that she had won the sympathy of her neighbor, but she understood that an invitation to a ménage with her husband would be something much more difficult. Nevertheless, she remembered Caius' conversation and how pleasant she had become the moment they both opened up. It must be hard to compete with you and those eyes. A slight blush took over Livia's face, leaving her discreet smile more charming. I wasn't easy at all. <unk> You had a very hectic single life. How does it feel to get married and leave it all behind? Livia twists her lips, thoughtful. <unk> There comes a time when you want to settle down. Renan is a wonderful companion, so I'll take a good one. Life together is worth it. One day you'll realize that. <unk> But isn't there anything you miss from that time? The blonde is smiling. Ah, there's one or two fantasies I've never fulfilled, but that doesn't bother me. What, like fantasies? <unk> Two men <unk> responded to the blonde, biting her lips discreetly. I thought I was talking to a right-wing woman. I'm sorry, honey, but deep down, I'm a piranha, and I don't usually make a lot of friends because it scares them, so I think it's better to talk about it soon. The joke of repeating Ursula's line made her laugh. Have you ever tried to fulfill that fantasy? No, I needed two people I could trust, you know, and now that I'm married, it's harder. I've been asked out by a couple once, and it sounds perfect because I'm bisexual, but at the time, the guy was just curious about me, and the wife was jealous, and it was a horrible experience. "What a bore"... said Livia, thinking of the frustration of her own plan. So I'll be alone, I'll go out with whoever I want, and I'll be alone when I want. But don't you miss sex when you're alone? I've got my toys, I'm never short. Livia said nothing about such toys, but the smile accused the blonde's curiosity alone. Ursula, who felt more and more at ease with her new friend, invited her to her room. A well-lit environment and with a closet too large for a woman who lived alone. One of the compartments of the furniture looked like an amusement park to Livia. There was a variety of toys beyond the knowledge of the blonde, accustomed only to her vibrator. "What is this here?" asked Livia, holding a purple toy, the size of her vibrator, but with a slightly different shape. It's a clitoral sucker. I use it when I think of a woman sucking on my grill. The response causes a tingling between Livia's legs, she controls her smile to hide what's going on in her mind, she rolls her eyes over other objects until she picks up a plug. "I know what that is". Livia said, laughing. You know what it's like, with an ass this big, there's always someone wanting to eat my ass. I was afraid to give it, but then I started to like it. Then when I feel like it, I use it. It feels good to have it stuck in. Does it hurt? I use it with lubricant. Ursula takes her gaze to the mirror where the blonde's curves are reflected at another angle. With an ass like that, your husband must ask you too, right? <unk> He used to ask a lot, but I would refuse. Ursula frowned at the sight. What kind of piranha doesn't give a shit? Laugh it up. I've never had the guts, but I've been curious lately. If you ever want, you can borrow one of mine. The blonde smiles and keeps looking at the objects until she finds something resembling underwear with a phallus attached. That's not for you to use alone... No, that's when I bring a friend home. Ah, so you eat your friends here. Livia joked. Me too, but I'd rather be eaten. So, you give the roll to them to eat you? "Yes", said Ursula, laughing. The black one took Livia's belt, turning around behind her. Put this on, so you can see. Confused, the blonde obeyed. She folded her legs and let her neighbor adjust the belt on her hip over the leggings. She felt the warmth of the black behind her as the piece was tightened to her body. Finally, Ursula led her to the mirror at the wardrobe door, where she found herself with a trembling pink phallus dummy attached to her body. She began to laugh. "Now I am a man!" joked Livia, raising her voice, as she warmed her chest and put her hands on her waist. Ursula, still behind Livia, laughed. It's funny how you guys always react like that when you wear that. Is that right? Yeah, all my friends fantasized about being a man when they wore that. It must be because we don't understand how they feel about having a stick. You want me to show you something even crazier? Livia's smile was all the answer Ursula needed. With the blonde facing the mirror, the black embraced her from behind, holding the false phallus. She began a slow movement of masturbation, as if it really was part of Livia's body. What are you doing? You're not a man? So, I'm hitting a hand job for you. Have you ever done that with your husband? Yeah, but it was a real stick. Just wait. Livia felt the warmth of Ursula's body behind her, as well as her breasts pressing on her back, her hips pressing on her butt, and in the reflection of the mirror she could see the evil-minded look in that woman's eyes. <unk> Imagine that this stick is your own, as if your grill were this size. <unk> Ursula pauses and slides both hands inside Livia's raft, smoothing her belly <unk> that's the warmth of my hand. Hands back to the toy. Pretend you're feeling this heat on your dick, from my hand going back and forth on you. To the blonde, it was all strange. She had no way of feeling warmth from a synthetic object, but somehow it moved her. The excitement was there. For the moment, she understood it to be the result of the whisper of that delicious voice in her ear, or the sensation of warmth, of her body's contact with hers. This would explain her face being wet, but it did not explain why, from one hour to the next, she had started to move her hip, as if she were fucking Ursula's hands. All right, you're barely a man, and you're already learning how to eat a woman. Losing her balance, Livia leaned against the mirrored door of the wardrobe with one hand. The other began to smooth Ursula's arm and hand, which simulated her masturbation. Remember those days when your husband is more affectionate with you and fucks you very slowly. Feeling the body of her neighbor behind her, Livia noticed Ursula rolling behind her, as if guiding her movements. The two synchronized a slow back and forth, as if dancing in pairs. The blonde's hand left Ursula's arm and went back, seeking her ass to squeeze against her. Mutual groans began to echo through that room. The pair rolled together for a while until the excitement subsided and they began to laugh at themselves. "My God, what have you done to me?" asked Livia, blushing after coming to her senses. <unk> I only induced sensations in you. I asked you to put yourself in the place of a man and gave you some suggestions. <unk> Ursula said, who continued to hug Livia behind her, now with her arms wrapped around her waist below the regatta. <unk> She got excited, didn't she? "Yes. It's incredible that this stick is made of plastic". Livia replied, bringing her hands back, trying to touch Ursula's body. "Do you do this with all your friends you bring here?" Your reaction is always the same. Ursula loosened the belt to take it off and Livia stepped up her hip, pretending to help her. Even after removing the piece, the blonde still felt the hands of the black man strolling along her thighs and sliding between her buttocks, over that very straight legging pants. Livia reacted to those touches, staying upright, as if offering her body. Too bad you're married. Would you want me to eat you? Yes, you move your hips well. Well, my husband never complained about my fussing. Lucky for him. Ursula was touching Livia's body more and more freely, and the blonde felt she was losing control. Since she had almost betrayed her husband with Caius, she didn't want to let that happen again. Honey, this conversation is great, but I have to go. "Are you sure?" "Stay a little longer", Ursula pleaded, deftly, as she hugged Livia, her hands on her ass. <unk> I have a special dinner to make today and I still need to buy things for the preparation. Ursula is squeezing Livia's ass more. Special dinner with your husband? It's not special because it's for Renan, it's for you.