In the silver glow of the full moon, Elara stood by the window of their secluded cabin in the Canadian Rockies. At 28, she was a vision of allure—her body curvaceous with skin like polished ivory, breasts full and firm, capped with pale pink areolas, her labia plump and tender, her vagina tight and warm. Married to Marcus for five years, their love was deep, but tonight, a secret fantasy stirred. Marcus had confessed his desire to watch her with another, a loving wife’s ultimate surrender to shared passion.
The door creaked open, and in stepped Alex, Marcus’s old friend from their travels in Europe. Tall and rugged, Alex’s eyes locked on Elara, desire flickering like moonlight on water. Marcus nodded, his voice husky: ‘Show her the ecstasy she craves, Alex. Make her ours tonight.’
Elara’s heart raced as Alex approached, his hands tracing her curves under the moon’s caress. She wore a sheer nightgown that clung to her ample breasts, nipples hardening into peaks. ‘I’ve dreamed of this,’ Alex whispered, his breath hot against her ear. Marcus watched from the shadows, his arousal evident.
First encounter began in the living room, moonlight spilling across the plush rug. Alex gently pushed Elara onto the sofa, her legs parting willingly. Foreplay ignited with kisses—his lips tasting of salt and desire, tongue exploring her mouth with sweet, probing flicks. His fingers danced over her skin, warm and calloused, sending shivers. He trailed down, suckling her breasts, the visual of moonlit curves heaving, nipples glistening with saliva.
Elara moaned softly, the sound echoing like a lover’s sigh. Alex’s hand slipped between her thighs, finding her labia swollen, slick with arousal. The scent of her musk filled the air, mingling with the pine from outside. He tasted her, tongue lapping at the salty-sweet nectar, her clit throbbing under his touch.
‘Please,’ Elara begged, her voice breathy. Alex positioned himself, his cock rigid—veins bulging, purple-red head swollen, pre-cum beading like dew. He entered her from the side on the sofa, slow insertion: the head parting her plump labia, sliding into her tight, wet heat. Friction built as he pushed deeper, her inner walls wrinkling around him, wrapping slickly. He hit her cervix with a deep thrust, feeling the illusory depth of entering her womb in fantasy’s embrace.
Rhythm varied—slow grinds turning to fervent pumps, bodies slapping wetly, her gasps and his grunts harmonizing. Sensation overwhelmed: her vagina contracting, squeezing like a velvet fist, love juices coating him. High tide approached with her breaths quickening, walls spasming lightly, fluids gushing. Peak hit—body quaking violently, vagina clenching fiercely, milking him as she screamed, muscles tensing then melting. Afterglow brought gentle pulses, sticky warmth of mixed fluids, a soulful fusion.
They rested, Marcus joining to caress her. ‘You were beautiful,’ he murmured.
Second liaison shifted to the kitchen, under dim moonlight through the window. Elara climbed atop the counter, female superior. Foreplay resumed with mutual touches—her hands stroking Alex’s shaft, feeling its heat and pulse, tasting the tangy pre-cum. Dialogue flowed: ‘Ride me, loving wife,’ Alex urged. ‘For you both,’ she replied, eyes on Marcus.
She lowered onto him, impalement deliberate: his cock swallowed inch by inch, her saturated folds enveloping, inner pleats massaging. Rocking hips built pace—slow circles to wild bounces, wet smacks and squelches audible, scents of sweat and semen blending. Touch: his hands on her bouncing breasts, firm and warm.
Climax built: breaths ragged, spasms teasing, juices flooding. Ecstasy peaked—tremors wracking her, contractions gripping like iron, squirting release with piercing cries, then languid throbs, cervical echoes of bliss, profound satisfaction.
Embracing in afterglow, they moved to the bedroom for the third union. On the bed, missionary style with Alex above, but Marcus close, whispering encouragements. Foreplay: kisses tasting of mingled essences, fingers probing her still-sensitive core, the aroma heady with passion’s residue.
Entry: his throbbing member, veins pronounced, plunging into her welcoming depths—slow breach of labia, frictional glide along walls, bumping cervix deeply, fantasy of uterine penetration heightening intimacy. Pacing: tender thrusts accelerating to pounding rhythm, flesh colliding with juicy slaps, moans crescendoing.
Orgasm’s prelude: accelerating pants, preliminary twitches, lubrication surging. Summit: seismic shudders, vaginal vise squeezing relentlessly, floods of fluid, ecstatic wails, tension releasing to euphoric limpness. Residue: soft undulations, gooey heat, spiritual melding.
Fourth encounter in the bathroom, steam from the shower mingling with moonlight. Against the wall, rear entry. Foreplay: soapy hands gliding over slick skin, water droplets tracing curves, tastes of clean sweat. ‘Take me hard,’ Elara pleaded.
Insertion: from behind, his engorged cock—head glistening—parting her tender lips, delving into tight warmth, walls writhing. thrusts varied—deep and slow to frantic, wet impacts resounding, scents of soap and arousal.
High: breaths hitching, spasms building, deluge. Peak: convulsions, crushing contractions, sprays and screams, then tender pulses, blended essences warm and sticky.
Fifth and final in the moonlit garden, standing embrace. Foreplay: night air cool on heated skin, kisses flavored with earth and desire. Dialogue: ‘Forever ours,’ Marcus said, as Alex entered her standing, lifting one leg.
Union: cock invading her saturated pussy, friction intense, depths probed to illusory core. Rhythm: passionate surges, sounds of nature and lust. Climax: prelude of quivers, peak of quakes and clamps, cries to the moon, afterglow of pulsing unity.
As dawn approached, they lay entwined, Elara’s loving surrender binding them in eternal fantasy.
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