With beating heart, I stood in front of the imposing building where Jean-Pierre lived. It was the luxurious loft where he had invited me today. Although we had met many times before, this was the first time I would be at his home. My curiosity was piqued and I could not wait to discover an intimate side of him that was still unknown to me.

The elevator took me to the top floor, where the doors slid open and my breath stopped. Jean-Pierre stood there, his body enveloped in a close-fitting, tailored shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders and trained torso. His dark locks were styled casually and his face was perfectly shaved. A mischievous glint sparkled in his dark, seductive eyes as he watched me.

“Bienvenue, ma belle,” he greeted me in a sultry voice. “Come in.”

I entered his loft, a world of sophistication and sensuality. The room was filled with the soft glow of dimmed light. Modern works of art adorned the walls and sumptuous furniture invited relaxation and enjoyment. It was a setting that perfectly suited the man Jean-Pierre was: elegant, charismatic and irresistibly sexy.

I felt his longing gaze burn on my skin as I continued to explore the loft. There was an undeniable tension in the air, a magnetic attraction that drew us together.

After a short tour and a glass of champagne, I noticed that he could no longer resist me. “Alexandra,” he whispered, “I want you.” His confession ignited the fire in me.

I let him undress me, his hands trembling slightly as he unzipped my dress. His eyes did not leave mine even as my dress fell to the floor and I stood there in my black lace lingerie.

His huge erection was visible in his pantaloons, but he waited, his eyes questioning. With a nod, I gave him permission.

He fell to his knees in front of me, his hands sliding over my hips, his lips kissing the soft skin of my belly. I felt his breathing, irregular and heavy.

I led him to the bed, undressed him slowly and laid him down on the silk sheets. His skin was warm under my fingers as I slowly stroked along his body. Each touch made him moan softly, a sound that only excited me more. It was a game of pleasure and control, and I loved every second of it.

I climbed backwards, on top of him. I wet his hard-on with my saliva before pushing him inside me. I looked back and saw how his eyes were half-closed. I knew this look, he knew what was coming.

I began to ride him and looked at him mischievously. “You are mine, Jean-Pierre. I am the only one who can give you what you want”.

My words caused a shudder through his body. I felt his desire increase, his grip tighten. With each thrust the tension built and the volume of his moans grew louder and louder. As we balanced together on the verge of an intense orgasm, there was a knock at the door.

We looked at each other startled, the spell of the moment broken. Jean-Pierre muttered apologetically and rolled off the bed to head for the door. I took a deep breath and reached for the silk sheets to cover myself.

Jean-Pierre opened the door and there she stood, a woman of unparalleled beauty. “Sorry to interrupt,” she stammered, her voice trembling slightly. “I had no idea… I didn’t know you had company.”

Jean-Pierre looked at her with an apologetic smile. “Don’t worry, my dear. I wasn’t expecting you. But now that you’re here, why don’t you come in? Maybe we can create something unforgettable together.”

The woman looked doubtful for a moment, but curiosity eventually won out. She entered hesitantly and closed the door behind her. Her presence added a new dimension to the already charged atmosphere in the room.

Jean-Pierre came back to the bed and let his hand slide over my body. “Alexandra, this is Emily. A special friend of mine with whom I would like to share you.”

Emily was breathtaking, with her dark blonde locks falling over her shoulders and her mesmerizing blue eyes staring seductively at me. Her smile changed her shy demeanor to a mischievous look.

Emily approached me, gently caressed my cheek with her hand and slowly let her fingers wander down to my collarbone and further down toward my breasts. Then she grabbed my face and kissed me softly but forcefully. My breath stopped as her hand slid under the sheets, along my thighs.

Jean-Pierre watched, his eyes dark with desire, as Emily and I explored each other. Then he came and sat behind me. His lips found my neck, while his fingers caressed my breasts. His thumbs played with my nipples until they were hard and sensitive.

I moaned as Emily, kneeling in front of me, kissed my labia with her soft lips. Her tongue found my clit, and I bit my lip to suppress a scream of pleasure. She was adept at her art, her fingers and mouth taking me to heights of pleasure I hadn’t experienced in ages.

Then it was my turn. I pushed Emily onto her back and lowered myself between her legs. My fingers deftly found their way, exploring her moist labia, while my tongue danced fervently on her swollen clitoris. I watched her as my other hand hungrily grabbed one of her breasts. Her moans grew louder, her body writhing under my touch.

Jean-Pierre, behind me, let a hand slide down my back, over the curve of my buttocks. He gripped my hips tightly as I felt the sensation of his slow penetration.

He began to move, his thrusts rhythmic and purposeful. Each thrust brought me closer to Emily, my fingers sliding deeper into her. Jean-Pierre’s hands on my buttocks, the way he took me, the taste of Emily, everything merged into a mesmerizing whirlwind of sensations.

And then it came. A wave of ecstasy surged up from my toes. It flooded me, powerfully and uncontrollably, like an indomitable flood. I screamed, my voice muffled by the pillow, as my body shook and tensed in the grip of an intense orgasm.

Satisfied and satisfied, I rolled onto my back, my breathing still irregular. Jean-Pierre and Emily smiled at me, their eyes glistening with lust and contentment.

“We’re not done yet,” Emily said with a teasing smile, her voice muffled. She looked at me questioningly, as if seeking my permission. I nodded, fascinated and excited by the prospect of seeing them together.

Emily took charge and pushed Jean-Pierre onto his back on the bed. She climbed on top of him, grabbed his hard erection and guided him in. Rhythmically she moved up and down, her breasts swaying to the rhythm of their thrusts. Jean-Pierre kneaded her buttocks and his breathing quickened.

It was incredibly exciting to see them so engaged. A warm glow swept through my body and my hands unconsciously began to explore my body. My fingers slipped into my still moist opening as I looked at Jean-Pierre and Emily in admiration. Their faces departed with delight, which only made it more intense.

A new wave of pleasure built as I satisfied myself. Emily groaned loudly and Jean-Pierre growled, their hips colliding. They moved faster, their moans and panting filling the room.

Then all three of us exploded at once. My vagina contracted around my fingers, my moans mingling with Emily’s and Jean-Pierre’s. Exhausted and satisfied, we stayed on the bed.

I already couldn’t wait for the next appointment with Jean-Pierre.