The rain began it’s pitter pattered against my living room windowsill. At that exact moment, she crept up behind me. I already knew she was there. Her scent was unmistakable. Dressed in a button up shirt and nothing inside, the humidity had me feeling clammy but that was soon taken over by the moist feeling in my panties that she always caused. She kissed the nape of my neck, pulling down the back of my shirt and choking me. I love the submissive way she makes me feel. A burst of fluid poured out my vagina. I couldn’t help myself. She always knew how to get me. I turned around to see him standing there. Behind her. In the quiet yet strong way that he did. Naked as the day he was born. Black as night. A feeling of both love and extreme desire took over. She plunged her lips on mine, kissing me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth. His dick, hard, was peeking from behind her left thigh. I so badly wanted him inside her. I wanted to watch her facial expression turn from school girl innocence to reflect the pleasure she felt of him inside her. These were the lovemaking sessions I yearned for. No penetration was required. And before anything actually began, my quiver took over the room as I moaned my first orgasm.
The cunning linguist.