My Lips

By Ellen Sara

"My Lips" is an enthralling collection of short stories that aim to transport readers to a world of imagination and wonder. With each story offering a unique and captivating plot, readers are guaranteed to be swept away by the endless possibilities presented within.

This book is perfect for those looking to escape reality and indulge in their wildest dreams. The book is sure to leave a lasting impact on all those who read it, inspiring them to push their imaginations to new heights and pursue the impossible.

As you explore the pages of "My Lips," you'll find yourself captivated by the enchanting settings, fascinating characters, and intriguing plot twists. Get ready to have sweeter dreams every day with this mesmerizing collection of short stories.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Louis Patrick
• Release date: May 8, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223352051

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Table of Contents

The reunion

The competition

The first challenge

Manfred's suggestion

Competition for a suitor

The Wind Concert

Having fun with your own men

Busted

My Friday evening

In the basement of Karsten and Manuela

Village festival

Sonja comes closer

The drive home from the Christmas party

Craftsman

The test call

Next call

This strange

Klara answers the phone

Thorsten remembers

Karla's wonderful wind concert

Thorsten gives lessons

A secret cookie

Stripes

Wellness

Demand

Sabine's initiative

Highlights

The young couple

My lips

My husband

And it's off

Nico, my hero

Alone with Nico

Nico caught me

Another finger

Sports in the basement

Abs workout

You like that

My mouth

Miriam

With Klaus and Richi on the boat

First exit

Miriam is there

The big exit begins

The beach paradise

Miriam

Back again

Her eye on him

Kiss

She loved it

Tutoring

A colorful mix

Telephone terror

H visit

The attack

Young girls

The girls

Single

In the amusement park

Everyone

Leonie meets Adrian

Leather

The guy across the street

Peter, my protector and my little bear

With Elijah

Tanja

My next client

Peter

With Manfred

At the train station

My Lips

Author: Ellen Sara

The reunion

I have to be careful, keep to the shelter of the vending racks. For fear that someone from my company might see me here. Maria, my wife, is completely crazy now. She suddenly wanted to go to a sex shop. Now I have given in to their urging and regret it bitterly. She tirelessly roams through all areas, checks a dildo here and rummages through the lingerie hanging there. What's gotten into her? Now that it's too late, that we're getting old and sluggish?

And then it happens.

Yes, hello! Who are we meeting there?

I puke when I see the couple. Robert, he used to be my boyfriend until we went on vacation together two years ago, with our wives, of course. And Biggy, his wife, who I was so keen on that holiday and who really enjoyed my come-on. Robert was only too happy to tolerate it, he was completely horny for my Maria.

But an awkward remark I made at breakfast towards the end of the first week of vacation really got Maria excited about Biggy. She got jealous and just snapped at me. I packed at lunchtime, giving Maria the choice of going home with me or staying there and seeing how she got home.

She decided to stay, I drove home alone. After less than a kilometer, the cell phone rang. I turned it off and back on again when I got home. Maria reached me almost immediately, crying bitterly.

I thought to the end that I could keep translate here. You damn stubborn goat! Biggy and me just wanted to surprise you that evening. I'm on the night train, I'll be home tomorrow morning too.

Since then there has been radio silence between the two of us.

After these two years, Biggy looks even more beguiling than he did then. I quickly compare her to Maria. No doubt about worlds better. Also in terms of sophistication. She is dressed more fashionably and erotic, her eyes sparkle invitingly and her words are sweet as sugar.

Glad to see you again. But as it is, you just have too many commitments and forget your best friends.

It can also be put embellished like this. I've had enough.

I'll wait in the car. Go ahead and do your shopping.

Robert laughs at me: Why do you want to sit around in the parking garage? Come on, let's sit in the café.

I can't really be mad at him and go with him. He is still in the same professional position and is not yet thinking about a career. I do, what else is left when sex becomes a habit and hope for some female variety is gone?

My frustration is particularly bad right now, just after my thirtieth birthday. A turning point in every man's life. Carefree youth is over. Now it's no longer about partying, fooling around and sex, but about work and advancement.

Robert grins at me: Nonsense, especially at this age women are looking for a change. I can't complain.

Feat, he also has the better wife. I'm glad when the women are finally done and we can say goodbye.

But Biggy's stuck in my head again now. I'll call her a few days later. She's meeting me for coffee. Now, alone with her, I'm totally addicted to her again. And it really works between us.

The next day I take the afternoon off and drive her to a motel. And her eyes sparkle again. She throws herself on my chest. I almost tear her clothes in my greed and can finally fulfill my dream for the first time.

I had cheated a few times during Maria's pregnancies, but it was nothing compared to what I'm experiencing now. This wonder woman in my arms. This dream figure, slim with long, beautiful legs. That perfect breast, firm and full but not overweight. The distinctive, classy and always smiling face with the large, pearly white teeth and the greenish-brown eyes. How she snuggles up, how you can hear her horniness in every breath. How she reacts violently to every kiss and every touch, pulls me to her and whispers covetous words to me.

I start licking her and can't stop until she comes and I can slurp her sweet juice out of the tight, fresh grotto.

She doesn't need recovery time. We wallow in our greed. I'm quickly inside her and now it's really getting hot." She becomes an animal, I probably even more so. We rage at each other. She scratches my back, I smother her loud screams of pleasure with my hand over her mouth, she shakes me with her fucking right through and I chase her my rock hard bolt harder and harder.

When she comes, even her hand in front of her mouth doesn't help anymore. She tosses her head violently, screams and moans, over and over again. Until I too cum violently and can let myself fall completely happy.

All this not just once, we love each other several times that afternoon. Yes, she is my dream woman, my sweet secret, my new fountain of youth.

The competition

That evening, Maria takes a plastic bag out of the closet and smiles at me expectantly: "You're in an incredibly good mood today. I bought that in the sex shop the other day. Invite them in and then surprise you with these clothes.

She shouldn't have rubbed that in my face. Cheating, allowed as an act of mercy for my wife? Doesn’t she just humiliate my dream woman" to a lover on call? No, I won't accept that. I'm demonstratively looking for a film with a lot of noisy action on the television. Maria puts the plastic bag back in the closet with a disappointed sigh.

During a silent, late-night movie scene, she snaps at me, I just want to spice up our love life, so I arranged to meet Robert and Biggy at the sex shop. Make an exception, Robert's really good in bed.

She can hear my sympathy for her in my answer: A boring housewife like you is just too easily satisfied.

I can just duck, my beer bottle smashes against the wall above me and Maria runs angrily into the bedroom. I'm still collecting the shards and cleaning when the doorbell rings.

Maria rushes out of the bedroom, letting in Robert and Biggy, whom she ordered over a cell phone call, and shrieks: Stop swapping, I'll give it up. The prettier one is enough for me. Let him divorce me and have a girl. make others happy".

Biggy and Robert sit down quietly. Of course, they are anything but enthusiastic about the development. They both claim I'm being unfair to Maria, treating her like a housewife, when she's just as good as Biggy. So far, separate partner swaps have been tolerated because of me, but that's over now. You should never swap partners with a bunch of problems, and I'm one of them.

Biggy looks at me angrily and kicks after: I really don't need you. We've had several barter friends. I bet if they could get Maria, they'd be just as excited about her as we are.

Robert suddenly grins at me: Let's do a competition between Biggy and Maria with neutral testers, but only together. Otherwise we'll probably end up having sex. Is that a word?

I'm panicking, I'm going to lose Biggy. But wait, Maria will probably make a special effort, maybe she'll manage not to embarrass herself too much, then Biggy could go on. Not as I had imagined, but at least change it from time to time. At least a little bit of hope.

That's why I timidly ask the group how they imagine such a competition.

The rules are clear very quickly: Robert and I look for suitable men on the Internet. Biggy and Maria only get to see pictures of the men at first. Later, the candidates themselves can suggest what they would like to test on our women. If both Biggy and Maria reject a man because of his photos or what he wants to do, that person gets rejected. Otherwise the men are invited.

In the first half hour of the meeting we make small talk, so the women can turn away unpleasant or unclean guys. But again only if both women are not willing to participate, otherwise the one who would have been willing to participate wins. If both are ready, you go straight to the test. During the night, under the critical eyes of Robert and I, both women offer the testers what has been agreed, and the latter fill out a simple grading sheet at the end.

That's how easy it is.

I expect Maria to give in after all, but she's actually quite enthusiastic about this suggestion and just wants to know how many tests there would be.

Robert asks me: I like watching Biggy when she's doing it with someone else. And I'm also very excited about Maria. Would ten men be ok?

I am sure that after just four tests, Maria will look miserable. But she can get almost a dozen setbacks, so I nod in agreement. Robert now announces the proposal loudly and the women agree.

The first challenge

Right at the start something happens that is rare with sex offers on the Internet. A man is in the chat, doesn't seem bad looking, is actually our age and ready to join in right away. He wants to be really turned on by our women and take turns shagging them so briefly that they don't come for a long time. The first test can therefore already take place the next evening.

Now I can see what Maria bought in the sex shop. Not bad, I wouldn't have credited her with that much courage. Aside from high pointy heeled shoes, she's wearing nothing but a fairly see-through dark gray thong panty and bra set. With these two, the teasing ruffles are only sewn on in strategically unimportant places, so that you can clearly see the breast nipples and labia.

Biggy's snow-white outfit is about as revealing, but looks sharper to me.

They welcome the tester and immediately offer him a drink after his appreciative whistle. During the planned small talk, they both flatter him and soon get to his laundry. As he stands naked in front of them, they play with him and his cock for a bit, then giggling, they pull him onto the bed in the bedroom.

The guy has a good laugh. He gets everything from Biggy that I got from her. From Maria for the time being almost the same. So she can if she wants.

Robert smiles at me: Our girls are doing great. I could watch them for hours.

I don't, because my boner bothers me. As Biggy's and Maria's heads left and right of his tail lying, their pussies next to his head, my own horniness plagues me even more. Especially when they gently lick his hard rod together again and again, let their tongues circle around the tip of his glans and at the same time work his testicles while he licks one of the cunts with the other fingers. All three moan so happily that I first have to go out to give me a rub in the toilet.

This Biggy is so damn good. Amazingly, Maria can keep up to some extent. The three of us with Biggy would be more tolerable for me.

When I come back in, Maria is sitting on his lap and riding him, but absolutely lame. But he moans more with her than with Biggy afterwards, who rides him wildly and greedily with her ass spinning. It's Biggy too, who then suddenly lies down on his stomach and starts shagging. Meanwhile, Maria massages, kisses and teases him.

He lies there like a Pascha, but has incredible staying power. After about a minute he pushes the woman on him gently away so that the other one can climb up to fuck. So for a long time neither of them reaches their climax, until after a long time Biggy is in her horniness on the verge of orgasm. Then he doesn't change anymore and hits hard a couple of times until Biggy has lived through her climax whimpering.

It didn't come to him.

Now it's Maria's turn. But that shows what a loser she is. She can't do it as hard as Biggy, so it takes them another quarter of an hour until Maria finally fucks hornier and harder. After all, she can still bring him to a hundred. He moans for almost a minute before finally being able to cum. Maria screams softly and claws at him. Then you see her erupting into a really powerful orgasm, too.

Unfortunately, the tester is a cowardly sucker. He claims both are the absolute cream of the crop. Biggy seems a bit hornier and works harder, but Maria is more controlled, so she can delay the game longer and better. And never before had a woman ridden him so sucking and milking. In short, a maximum of ten for both.

I'm annoyed by Robert's dirty grin and I blame Manfred, the tester, for making the wrong judgement.

Manfred's suggestion

He laughs at me: Anyone can say that if they have prejudices. With your kind of test you never get a result that everyone has to accept. Very clear, unambiguous results, really professional And only five tests would be enough.

The monkey is cuddling me, because Robert and the two women overrule me and give Manfred the order to organize the tests in his own way.

And then Manfred asks Robert and me to attend his first test. At the end of the day the women are already gone to prepare. Robert and I eat something small in a restaurant, where Manfred picks us up.

He drives us to a strip and dance bar where posters advertise that today is a competition for amateur pole and table dancing. Manfred explains that the volume of applause from over 100 people in the audience is being measured. The result is therefore indisputable.

So we watch the hustle and bustle as the contest begins. Honestly, you don't get really horny when a dancer lolls and turns on the pole, no matter how sexy she may be. I think the applause is about the same for the first dancers, more polite than enthusiastic.

From the fifth performance onwards, however, the enthusiasm gradually increases. Then a woman appears, who at first appears shy and hides her face behind a fabric mask. Only very hesitantly does she take off her clothes until she is standing in lingerie. Suddenly I regret that we Sitting in our free companion seats so far away from the stage, because now the dancer really gets going.

She lifts her tits until they pop out of the bra. She rubs between her legs provocatively and moans. She jumps off the stage into the audience, allows herself to be touched and her bottom and breasts pinched. Once she leans her head longingly against the head of the man behind her who is currently holding her tits so that he can knead and dig even better. She rubs her back against the man, which makes him and the audience very horny. Then a few small jumps, she is already lying on a table with her legs spread and countless men's hands are reaching for her cunt, fingers penetrating under the panties and poking around in her grotto.

She must be getting wet quickly, because as the spotlight settles on this scene, she hops back onto the stage in high spirits, raising her hands in the air in victorious confidence.

The audience goes wild. Then she dangles her shoes away, rips off her panties and bra and finally her face mask. The bar becomes a cauldron. Robert and I scream and whistle enthusiastically until she turns around. It is Mary standing radiant, naked as God created her. I think I need smelling salts!

Biggy is dancing next, really animalistic, there's no other way to put it. Lascivious and yet horny, like a tigress in heat. At the beginning it stays almost devoutly still, but then the audience starts to rave about her too. The rest of the program is similar to Maria: she, too, lets herself be touched in the audience and strips naked at the end, the noise from the audience and the enthusiasm are hellish for her too.

The organizer jumps onto the stage and waves his hands off. He almost brought about something like calm , but then Maria, still naked, runs to Biggy. The two hug and kiss, jumping around like little kids. The operator has to wait resignedly until the two disappear into the cloakroom and the noise that has flared up again dies down.

THEN HE CALLS with a smile: The last two ladies are disqualified because they went further than allowed in the competition. This only so that the rest of the candidates don't think they're going to win with something like that. Father's competition between the two, there isn't any Winner, the noise level has both reached the same peak.

Robert and Manfred openly grin at me: Well, that was an absolutely reliable measurement, and you have to admit that you too were totally enthusiastic about our two women. Just like the rest of the audience. Don't think that anyone else got the same storms of applause can generate.

He should be right. However, we had to flee with Biggy and Maria via an emergency exit so that the dance bar didn't turn into a witch's cauldron again.

Competition for a suitor

Just two days later, Manfred invites us back - to a bar with entertainers and whores. He prepared the women. They bought extra clothes for it, elegant robes. At the top with a deep, wide neckline, at the bottom with long side slits up to the hips that show a lot of legs.

Biggy and Maria sit down at the bar, the three of us sit down at a small table from which you can watch well. In addition to the hookers present, our women appear as particularly desirable ladies of better society. They are also immediately turned on, but only joke and laugh for now. If someone whispers something in their ear, they inconspicuously stretch out their fingers behind their back and then look briefly at Manfred, who always waves his hand and whispers to us: He has - Maria commanded

The two women could have earned quite a lot of money when Manfred draws our attention to an elegant guy who is just entering the bar.

Now it's getting interesting- will he bite? He only takes the best.

Our women seem to be part of this, because after the first look around the bar he immediately heads for them, sits between them, flirts with them and later orders them another drink. He suddenly whispers in both ears. Both raise their little fingers, but