Greg seems delighted with the speed of our agreement. He wishes to clarify the terms of the contract.
By: Carla Wise
Tags: Erotica, Cam, Chat, Couples, Free

Greg seems delighted with the speed of our agreement. He wishes to clarify the terms of the contract. Carla Wise Mar 21, 2019·8 min read

- Why wait any longer? Here we are, taking this opportunity and getting to the heart of the matter. We are in agreement on our respective roles. Elvire, you are the happy woman, the center of the attention of two men. I remain the loving and loving husband, anxious to ensure your happiness, who considers it necessary to reach his wishes and yours to call upon the loyal services of a third party responsible for possessing and making you enjoy yourself as a lover would. Jean, you are the ideal speaker. Thank you for having the generosity to share our dream and to promise my wife the pleasures of sex of her age.

You were this woman’s first husband, you divorced because you decided to. Any other man would fall in love with Elvira on the first date. However, this is not the aim. You knew Elvira intimately. You didn’t want her anymore, you pushed her into my arms for my greatest joy. I chose you for this task because I think you are emotionally incompatible after your broken marriage experience. But, my dear friend, be thanked a thousand times for the efforts you will make when you take it. Thank you for being the only one who won’t be tempted to take her away from me.

Jean is surprised by this introduction. Here he is reduced to being only the instrument of jouissance. Greg believes he is unable to revive old feelings, it is useless to contradict him and delightful to leave him with illusions For Greg Jean’s tail counts more than his heart or head. He will have to make it come and go in my vagina, cause cyprine oozing, go for it, get me high, tear me out the cries of pleasure. Greg could also have bought a machine to perform this tireless comings and goings that eventually irritates the innumerable nerve endings of a vagina. It’s offensive to the chosen friend. Laughs well who laughs last. Without Carol’s gap, our merger would not only have been sexual, but the future will tell that my husband is not as infallible as he thinks he is.

I myself did not expect to hear the restrictive limits set by Greg. Jean and I will have to have sex. Our separation and divorce are guarantees for my husband against the temptation to resurrect the past. We will fuck, we will take our pleasure, I will have orgasms because John is committed to this intention, but we do not risk “making love”; my heart must belong only to the man who lends my body to John. This amounts to prohibiting any attachment of the woman to the one who jumps her under the supervision of the master.

It changes everything. Jean might change his mind. He is speechless. Her immobility reassures the woman’s owner. Whoever does not say a word consents. Enlivened by our silence, Greg continues:

- To confirm my comments, here is how we will proceed. I am the one who offers his wife to a third party whom I have carefully chosen, I am the husband who offers his wife a kind of lover to compensate for my failures. John will compensate for my shortcomings and you, my dear wife, will have to consider that he is acting in my place, with the will to make you know the joy I wish to give you.

However, my health does not prevent me from doing everything. So I affirm my status as a husband by preparing you. First it’s my job to undress you. Nudity is required. Come on, sweetheart, let me take off your dress. Oh! You’re not wearing a bra or panties? You had reached this point of agreement when Carol’s conduct disturbed you. I would have liked to strip you slowly, piece by piece, in front of Jean. Taking your panties off myself would have had a very strong symbolic value. Finally you cheered all low. I want to roll them up and remove them. Your turn, pull on my pyjama jacket, pull down my pants, slowly, get my biroute out. Shit, having a device like that and not being able to use it anymore. No, I’m not helpless, I’m getting even harder than before. Tell me, Jean, don’t we make a beautiful free chat with couples?

Strangely enough, Jean agrees. Greg thinks it’s a good idea to insist.

- Look at Elvira. She breastfed Linda for six months. Her breasts have hardly changed, they have only taken on a little volume, but they still look great hanging high. The diameter of the areolas has changed little. Come here, feel it, touch its nipples: as soon as you touch them, they turn into hard tips. Huh? For my pleasure she will react with you as she does with me

- Indeed, they are as I remember them. I will try to make the best of it, you will see them rise as you wish.

- It’s because I took care of his body. She was treated and followed by the best beautician in the region. This explains the absence of these unsightly stretch marks that mark mothers who let themselves go. Admire the waist, the long legs without varicose veins. Admit, you lucky bastard, that you’re going to have a body in perfect condition, well maintained. Bring him the pleasure, take care to respect the shapes of my wonder.

Greg reminds me of those agricultural show contests where the most beautiful cow or bull is crowned. I am embarrassed to be so detailed, to be highlighted so that Jean can congratulate himself on having responded positively to my husband’s offer. Here I am an object, a beautiful object perhaps, a woman to make shiver, to protrude and to fill with pleasure, a kind of thing that we strive to shake with orgasms. Finally Greg will be the staging spectator. Jean and I will only be the actors, the performers of the roles he has intended for us for his pleasure. The beauty of my body enhances the owner, my pleasure will be at the origin of his, everything is done in favour of the husband who believes he is generous. No feelings among the actors, but sex!

Why is Greg attracting me against him? He wants to mark his advantage: he is in charge of the operation. He rubs his back on my back, puts a forearm on my chest, sticks a hand in my pubic hair, lowers it on my vulva and manages to slip his middle finger into my slit. The finger searches my vagina, goes out, goes up to the husband’s mouth:

- What a wonderful nectar. You will have to taste it, my friend. I don’t want to make you languish any longer. Let’s move, go to the living room, the sofa is very comfortable and will be the ideal place for this first contact. I particularly like this piece of furniture where you and I, my darling, had our first emotions. That’s when it all started. Oh! Sorry, Elvira, you haven’t stripped Jean yet. You have to, it’ll be proof of your willingness to have sex with him. Yeah, take it all off, including the underwear. But here is a member of respectable dimensions. It can be said, my love, that you know how to choose men and that you have a strong taste for long and vigorous yards. I’ll go ahead, follow me.

- There you go. Jean occupies this chair. I ask you to be patient. I’d like to show you what I’m really reduced to. With Elvire we sit on the sofa, at an angle. Do you remember our very first time, my darling. I had slipped my hand between your thighs. Yeah, don’t squeeze your knees, relax. My hand was on your panties. Today this obstacle does not exist, I immediately touch your vulva. No, don’t contract, it’s just to show Jean that I can masturbate you and put fingers in your pussy. Then I can give an incomplete pleasure by fast movements of my fingers in your vagina. Fortunately, you are always shaking your head and you end up pushing these adorable little complaints that Jean hears.

That’s right, Greg’s fingers create waves and make my butt lift. Jean also knows how to do it. But he didn’t come to be a voyeur, to see Greg’s demonstrations. I see a shadow in his eyes. My husband stops his manipulations, makes me stand up and bends over the table. He cannot help but comment.

- I think I took it doggie-style on this table. I’ll show you carefully how. I’m very stiff and hard, Elvira can you pull on your buttocks in order to open the way. There, I risk a few inches in your pussy. I have to hold back, not get excited. What do you think of this coitus, my dear friend? But, you get up, you go to the exit. You don’t feel well when you think about that distant past. Oh, I see, we can’t react in the same way. Stay, what’s the matter with you?

The white voice Jean answers:

- I’m sorry, I’m sorry. You’re misrepresenting our agreement. I had to take Elvira and you had to be a spectator of our union. Now you’re reversing the roles. So I have no more reason to waste my time here.

- Oh, that you’ve become picky and sensitive. But I’m done, I’ve reached my limits and I’m giving you the place. Elvire is heated blank by me, you can have it now. It’s a transfer of power. Don’t be offended if I wanted to participate in this first experience within my means. What do you decide?

John turns to me, sees in my eyes the disappointment that would result from his departure. We had so much difficulty confessing our true feelings to each other. Greg’s unspeakable conduct, this way of wanting to dictate and control everything, almost led him to give up. My pale face reminds him of the awful danger of hope that has just been mortally touched. Jean picks himself up and imposes himself. Or Greg was not sincere and wants to disgust us Jean in order to make us angry definitively and he is on the verge of success. Or his proposal is not a trap, but part of a real desire to ensure an active and satisfying sex life with my first husband, so he will be more discreet. John asserts his authority with cheek

- I’d rather have a wide bed than this sofa that’s too rich in memories for you. Your room will be perfect for me. You’ll sit in your chair when you want to monitor our reports. I will tolerate you holding Elvira’s hand to encourage her to give of herself without restraint. Make your games and foreplay without me present, nothing is more normal between spouses. However, when you wish to entrust me with the task of sexually rejoicing your wife, I alone will guide, in agreement with her, the “instructions for use”. We will then be a couple in action and we will not need any outside help to achieve the goal.

Can we consider my role in this form? Your presence as a sponsor is understandable, although I see it as a barrier to lovemaking. I keep by my education a modesty for my private affairs. Is there a more intimate situation than a sexual relationship? The duration of the service to be provided and the weekly or monthly frequency of meetings have yet to be specified. Have you ever thought about it with Elvira?

For once Greg is caught off guard. He did not discuss these practical aspects with me. As he moves from the idea of sharing to realization, he realizes the difficulties of practical implementation. He remained mute and listened in amazement to John’s long speech. He hoped to cooperate more with the rise of my pleasure, but Jean made his participation conditional on a presence that he considered embarrassing. He can see, hold my hand but leave the initiative to the lover. Will Greg chicken out after calling on Jean and asking me to submit to this unusual and rather misjudged practice in our world?