Leda had stopped crying but her wet cheeks shone in the moonlight. Her eyes were fixed on her husband. The hulking mass of muscles stood there, helpless, staring at us and pleading.
His pathetic look, alongside the warmth of Leda's bottom on my hips turned me on to no end. I tightened my hand around her body, my fingers digging into the fabric of her nightgown as I felt my shaft stiffen from underneath her. It poked through my pants and into her flesh, between her legs. She straightened and she turned to me, her eyes big with shock.
Even in the darkness, I could see how much she was blushing. Leda quickly turned around, climbed off me and slowly stood up before smoothing her dress, specially around where my cock poked into her.
Her ass was so round and the shape of it so obvious under the nightgown, I was taken by an overwhelming sense of lust and tried to raise my hand to give it a good grope or to at least brush my fingers against her shapes but she started walking towards her husband before my hand could reach her.
She walked to Mikhil and cupped his face with her hand. He was breathing heavily and kept on staring at her.
"It's alright, my love," she whispered, before she laid her head against his hairy chest and remained lingered there.
Mikhil just stood there, heaving, and closed his eyes.
Now!
I rose from the bed and lightly treaded on the floorboard, towards them. Their embrace radiated so much warmth, I could feel how much they loved each other. The prospect of taking Leda became a thought that ravaged any semblance of common sense I had before that. I decided right then and there that I would either fuck her or die.
It doesn't matter, anyway. None of this is real. It's just a dream. Mikhil can't do a thing.
Leda's nightgown draped from her round and plump ass cheeks. Her back was straight like a ruler and her blonde hair hung onto it, resting on the fabric of her dress, like a golden shower of sunrays over white clouds.
Mikhil's eyes were closed as he combatted tears as if letting them roll down his cheeks would take away his strengths.
They were both oblivious of my presence just next to them.
I moved my hand to Leda's behind, my heart drummed so loud I was afraid they would hear it. The tips of my fingers made contact with her flesh through the fabric. Her ass was soft but firmly round. I let my hand slide on the surface of it and that was when she reacted. She rose her head and looked at her husband.
Mikhil's eyes opened and a sweet smile escaped his lips as he looked at Leda but it quickly vanished at the sight of the slight alarm on her face.
By then, the palm of my hand was assertively planted on Leda's ass. She wore no underwear and there was only a slim piece of fabric between my hand and her flesh.
She gasped sharply as I pinched her bottom and yanked her towards me, away from him.
"It's as she said, Mikhil - It's alright," I told him, fighting hard against the lustful grin that threatened to take over my face.
His chest rose and with all of his breath, he yelled "Take you hands off her!"
I gripped his wife even harder and looked at him in his eyes. His rage, his jealousy, his insecurity were intoxicating to me. I wanted him to see what I would do to her. I wanted him to hear her ecstasy when enter her.
"Go back to your pile!" I said with authority that resounded on every walls of the house.
Mikhil jerked back but the anger remained. He turned his enormous back to us and anxiously walked back to where he would sleep.
His hand were fists at his sides, he held his shoulders to make himself look bigger, but he could not hold his head up and let it tilt downwards. I made a mental note of that.
I can tell them what to do but not what to feel.
Next to me, Leda had frozen. She looked, big eyed, at her husband stepping away, her mouth slightly open from the shock.
I took a good look at her; she was all mine, now. Every inch of her. Every bit of her. Each hair strand and each eyelash. Each ass cheek and each of her legs. Her tits, her neck, her ears, her mouth.
Without waiting, I closed my eyes and planted a kiss on Leda's open lips. She did not resist but she did not kiss back neither. I groped her ass harder and drew her closer to me. My tongue explorer her mouth and for an instant, it felt like she rose hers to meet mine.
When I turned to look at Mikhil, he was still ambling in that pathetic lamentable stroll to the pile of clothes from where he will no doubt spy on and his wife and I for the rest of the night.
I turned to the bed and dragged Leda with me. She kept her head turned towards her husband. She finally looked at me and started to tear up.
"Please, don't," she whimpered.
"I won't unless you want to, Leda," I reassured her, almost believing my own words.
I wonder if I can hypnotise myself.
I nudged Leda to the bed and she climbed and crawled all the way to the opposite end, her back to me and her face inches from the wall.
I turned around to look at Mikhil but we his mass had blended with the pile of clothes on which he laid.
"Goodnight, everybody," I exclaimed to the night and climbed on the bed.
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I waited a little. I knew Mikhil was watching me because I could not hear him sleep.
Leda, on the other hand, had stopped sobbing and was now puffing the deep breaths that accompany sleep.
She was sleeping as far to the corner as possible and this gave me a lot of space but if I were to join her, it would also put a lot more distance between us and Mikhil.
I looked at the pile of rags Mikhil was lying on and I saw no movement. No snoring, nothing to indicate that anybody was sleeping on it.
Is he watching me, I wondered before I decided to give him something worth gawking at.