As the door opened, Dorian's face greeted Yamilet with a frown.
She kicked off her high heels and threw herself into his arms, hanging onto his neck with both arms and whining, "I'm only a little late. Don't be angry, dot, dotty!."
Dorian raised his eyebrows in annoyance and slapped her on the butt, saying, "Who do you think you are calling me 'dotty'?"
He pointed out towards the neon-lit tower outside the window. "We agreed that you'd be here this afternoon. Look at that! The tower is all lit up now!"
Yamilet sniffed the air filled with tantalizing aromas and changed subjects by sticking out her tongue to lick Dorian's full lips. "Oh my gosh, what smells so good? Are you cooking tonight?"
Dorian grabbed her chin and pushed it away from him. "Don't even try to pull that off."
Yamilet seized his arm while stepping on his thigh and waist for leverage before flipping over him directly.
With long slender legs around the man's narrow waistlines, holding onto his neck with her arms, Yamilet leaned in closely to whisper in Dorian's ear in a delicate tone of voice: "Come on, carry me to find out what we're having for dinner tonight."
This wasn't the first time that Dorian had seen this side of Yamilet - stubbornly clinging like a leech - so he bit down on her small arm fiercely before picking her up and carrying her toward the kitchen indignantly. "Jacques is already here," he grumbled.
Yamilet's pupils contracted as she bit Dorian's earlobe playfully. "Did you get addicted after our threesome last time?"
The sensation of his earlobe tingling made him recall all those chaotic scenes from their crazy night together. Memories flood back into Dorian's head like tidal waves, overwhelming him in their uncontrolled frenzy.
***
That night, in this same house, the colorful lights poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, creating a gorgeous atmosphere.
Yamilet tiptoed her way towards Dorian and Jacques, stepping on the ever-changing colors of the sea that covered the floor.
One by one, her clothes fell off and fluttered into the ocean, gently hitting Dorian's heart and eyes like waves.
As she uncovered his still semi-hard member, Dorian found him clenching his fists so tightly that his palms turned white.
Red or purple lights crawled onto Yamilet's hair and shoulders, making her look like a beautiful bride.
Birds carried rainbow-colored veils in darkness for her; glowing jellyfish swam out of her eyes; crushed black Dracula orchids mixed with honey locust nectar were applied to her lips.
And as for her wedding dress - it was transparent. A ghost whispered to Dorian, saying that only those who loved Yamilet could see that stunning gown.
This wasn't the first time Dorian had sex with Yamilet, and he was mentally prepared to share her with another man.
But when it came down to actually doing it, he realized that he was never ready.
He knew he was nervous, and he could tell that Jacques, who was at least ten years older than him, was especially stiff. Jacques wore a black quick-dry sports suit that bulged with tightened muscles.
Dorian's eyes glanced down at Jacques' large red member between his legs, and his brain suddenly froze.
He blurted out stupidly, "My condoms won't fit you," to which Jacques politely replied: "I brought my own."
Gosh, this guy looks simple-minded but sure can think on his feet.
Yamilet knelt in front of them with one hand gripping a cock. She burst into giggles upon hearing their conversation. Her watery eyes and wet tongue licked Dorian's meat stick on the left side before going over to Jacques' glans on her right side.
She was surrounded by psychedelic light beams that made her look enchanting beyond measure. Dorian gradually sank into the deep sea, indulging in the warm and soft seawater.
His thoughts became increasingly hazy as Yamilet attempted to suck both cocks together in her mouth - he heard the sound of rationality breaking down in his mind.
Dorian lifted Yamilet up, spreading her legs and asked her to hold herself, exposing her swollen pubes and wet vagina. Her rosy tender flesh quivered like a blooming red rose.
Dorian fed his finger to the famished rose, and Jacques squatted down beside him to add another finger.
Due to years of typing on keyboards, Dorian's fingertips had a light callus. Compared to him, Jacques had more calluses from cuts and burns, making them rougher. The two fingers of varying length and thickness played around in the vagina at their own pace.
Jacques buried his head between Yamilet's legs and sucked on her clitoris. Her trembling little bud was so cute when licked by a man that her thighs shook violently while her vagina wriggled more vigorously.
Dorian surrendered the lower half to Jacques entirely, sitting next to Yamilet himself while kissing her teardrop mole and lips. He fondled the two round and plump breasts until they became soft and juicy.
When the red rose was dripping with juice even more seductively, he picked up Yamilet, took the lead and drove his throbbing member straight in before starting to thrust rhythmically.
But before they could get into it too much, Yamilet beckoned Jacques over with a finger gesture. When he approached her side, she grabbed hold of his frighteningly fierce-looking weapon for a blowjob.
His beautiful bride was not only lovely but also licentious - just a little bit too greedy for pleasure.
Dorian felt an inexplicable desire to win, and he began to thrust his hips rapidly, driving her hardly able to contain the other large cock deep in mouth. Her pussy quivered with delight as the juices flowed down her thighs onto his new imported Italian leather sofa.
Jacques didn't let her continue sucking him off; instead, he pushed Yamilet's hair back behind her ears and let her grip onto his throbbing member. The salty discharge from his glands made her lips sparkle brilliantly.
Jacques hardly spoke a word. Dorian knew about Jacques' issues with his throat, so he took over all the dirty talk for him.
After Dorian had ejaculated for the first time, he hugged Yamilet and let Jacques take over from the front. The two of them sandwiched her in between, with Dorian watching as Jacques' large member went in and out of Yamilet's small pussy.He couldn't understand how such a small mouth could swallow Jacques' entire cock.
He pinched her nipples with one hand while teasing the erect little bud with the other.
Yamilet screamed so loudly that she sounded like a melting butter landing on him. She called out "daddies" non-stop.
At the end, even Jacques himself was gasping for air like a cow, and the sofa and carpet were in shambles.
That night, Dorian had wanted to try her cute little anus, but they had no lubricant at home. He was afraid of hurting her so he gave up on it.
***
He carried Yamilet on his back into the kitchen, thinking to himself that with enough lubricant tonight, he would make sure to fuck her until she was too weak to leave and had to spend the night at his place.
In the kitchen, Jacques was busy cooking while a rich aroma filled the room. Yamilet hopped down from Dorian's back and ran over to Jacques, excitedly exclaiming, "Squid!"
"Yeah, and shrimp and beef steak," Jacques stirred the pot and nodded towards Yamilet. "Go wash your hands."
The next sentence was supposed to be "get ready for dinner," but Jacques didn't say it. However, Yamilet understood and turned around to instruct Dorian. "You can serve up now!"
With squid, shrimp, and steak on the table, their dinner felt like a cozy family gathering.
As she ate, Yamilet asked Dorian: "Did you handle last night's surveillance footage properly?"
Biting into a piece of squid, he gave her a glance before replying: "Who do you think I am?"
"I'm just asking," she said.
"You're questioning my professionalism," Dorian put the last shrimp on Yamilet's plate. "If I didn't handle it well enough then would you be sitting here eating peacefully?"
He continued speaking: "I've covered all possible scenes where you might appear - even nearby satellite monitoring was taken care of. But you managed to avoid being caught by them."
After dinner, Jacques washed the dishes while Dorian spent some time on the computer in his room. When they returned to the living room, Yamilet had already finished taking a shower.
Without her heavy makeup and with her short hair wet, she wore a loose t-shirt with "Live long and prosper" printed on it. Her legs were bare in the cool air, and it seemed like she was wearing nothing underneath except for that shirt.
Jacques took off his apron. "I'm going to take a shower."
Dorian couldn't wait any longer – he had been staring at the temperature graph all night last night and had imagined many scenes in his head already. He hugged Yamilet and they fell onto the newly waxed sofa, exchanging kisses.
"Ding ding ding ding — Ding ding ding ding—"
An old-fashioned phone ringtone came from Yamilet's leather bag on the coffee table.
Both Dorian and Yamilet paused while Jacques walked out of the bathroom. He had just taken off his shirt but now put it back on again. They all knew that only one person would call Yamilet's work phone like this.