The light began to trickle onto the hardwood floor through the slightly parted curtains of the master bedroom. Ever since Ellie and Leo bought their new suburban house, they have been blessed with their windows facing west. This was a stark contrast to being rudely woken up each morning by the unforgiving South Florida sun in their eyes, too early for either to care for. It was the first weekend after they finished unpacking, so sleeping in a bit longer than usual was more than welcome.
The sanctuary theme from the Legend of Zelda, Link to the Past, began to cut through the silent air. Leo hadn't changed his morning alarm tone in at least 15 years, regardless of what phone he sported. He began to stir, shifting from his spooning position with his wife to grab the phone. He swiped right to disable the alarm they had been waiting to hear for 5 months.
"Honey...", he whispered to Ellie's ear. He let his eyes soak in the image of the peacefully sleeping damsel, snoring a little less elegantly than she appeared to be. Leo smiled at his wife. She was a very petite girl, just barely hitting 5 feet "short". A sweet little boricua, slightly more fair than butterscotch complexion, with a beautifully plump ass he loved to smack every chance he had. She had perky B-cups with dark brown, silver dollar pancake areolas. Her small frame, small waist, and overall petite-ness always got him in the mood to ravage her as forcefully as he physically could. His "cute-aggression" level was quite high, and was one of the main things he loved about being with her. He just didn't think he could ever get tired of lusting over her.
"Ughhh...." she began to mumble as Leo lightly shook her shoulder. He always found it funny that she slept with her mouth open. He kissed her forehead. "It's time to get up baby, come on."
A smile began to form on her soft, round face. "I know, but I'm so comfy", she sighed breathlessly as she began to stretch out her tiny limbs. "We'll be back in our new tempurpedic beds soon enough, honey buns", Leo said as he finally rose from the bundle of sheets and comforter.
After brushing his teeth, Leo threw on his silky purple robe, and made his way downstairs to the kitchen. His morning ritual was always the same: prepare a pot of french press coffee, turn on Spotify to fill the morning air with liquid drum-n-bass, and start to plan his morning breakfast that never failed to include eggs.
"Blossom" by Glen E. Stone comes on the speakers.
The planning wasn't as drawn out this morning as it normally is. They had a flight to Dallas to catch today. He already had something in mind to put together. The previously set-up bread machine sounded off as he retrieved a few eggs from the fridge. "Yasssss!", he half-heartedly exclaimed in an exaggerated, effeminate voice.
"Onion bread, onion bread, gotta have me some onion bread", he began to sing, improvising along with the rhythm of the song. The sounds of a shower were faintly heard behind the sounds of snares, kicks, and upright bass. Ellie was finally up.
Leo's phone buzzed three times, in short bursts. It was his calendar notification reminding him he had 3 hours to get to Jacksonville International Airport. He swiped on his phone again, and smirked. He had been looking forward to seeing Leigh-anne in Dallas for a while.
Ellie had been friends with Leigh-anne a few years before Leo had met her. She was a beautiful porcelain country girl, with dirty blonde hair that was usually colored deep red, or auburn. In fact, few of the girls in their circle kept their natural hair color. Ellie's was a deep sapphire color.
Leigh-anne was about 5'7", much taller than girls Leo typically got involved with. Her fiery personality, devotion to Ellie, and overall hint of southern comfort in her demeanor attracted Leo to her. Not to mention she had deliciously long and thick legs, tattoos telling stories at every curve and crevice she flaunted, and steel blue eyes that held your soul captive if you fell victim to her ensnaring smolder. She had C-cups, with what Leo imagined were beautifully light-pink areolas, and cherry red nipples. She had a wider waist perfect for child-bearing. She barely had a shred of fat on her body, but she had a bigger build than what would be considered petite, especially compared to Ellie. The cutest little mole on her cheek somehow made her seem like an angel, but she was not at all innocent. Leigh-anne was a maneater. She knew what she wanted and she was dangerous.
Leo always had a crush on her. Ellie did too, for that matter. Ellie was a far cry from bi-sexual, but something about Leigh-anne had always given the married couple a reason to talk about exploring a threesome with her. The girls had a deep bond, so the demi-sexual in Ellie opened her thoughts to having extra-curricular activities with someone she trusted and loved. It was always hard for Leo not to think about this when they were all together. The dynamic between them had always been electric.
That said, Leigh-anne was almost never single. It wasn't like the opportunity was always there for anything to lead to another. It didn't help that she lived far away in Texas either. They never got comfortable enough with any of her partners to even discuss anything more than a threesome. That, alone, was already wild and out there for Ellie to ever consider.
The three friends always did manage to plan big annual adventures together, regardless of who else was involved. On one of the many music festivals they've attended together, the girls actually had a brief conversation on the topic of a threesome. Leigh-anne's flavor of the year was tucked away in a tent back at the campsite away from all the action. The three were laying on a tapestry, watching one of the DJs perform. They were taking one of their breaks from all the headbanging, since 3 days of non-stop dubstep music required some pacing to survive. Despite all the molly and acid they had this weekend, they weren't necessarily teenagers. The girls were 30 and Leo was 32.
Leo was just far enough to where he wasn't directly part of the conversation, but was called on for a moment by Ellie to be informed that a threesome was something Leigh-anne would be open to.
It wasn't like Ellie to bring up sexual conversations, she always seemed too shy to even talk dirty, so Leo couldn't help but smile sheepishly and nod his head in approval at the memo while looking at an indifferent Leigh-anne. He couldn't seem to read what was on her mind at that moment, so he always took it as him being too adamant to react, and not necessarily playing it as "cool" as he should have.
Truth be told, he knew she was just like him: a rising sign in Scorpio. Those individuals tend to be mysterious and reserved, never too forthcoming with their true emotions - great poker faces!
Leo adjusted his shorts, since he was beginning to pitch a different kind of tent being lost in his thoughts. What it must feel like to have those piercing blue eyes stare up at him while his girthy cock was fully engulfed in her mouth with her moistened thick lips at the base... a passionate tongue dancing along his frenulum as he is moments away from coating her throat with all of that aggressively built up, milky anticipation. She would hold his balls, completely commanding his cock, not wasting a single drop that she worked so hard to extract. Never breaking eye contact as she basked in the glory of conquering her prey, watching him melt before her...
She was also a bigger girl than Ellie. She could probably take a more ferocious pounding than Ellie ever could, he thought. Since Ellie was a small girl, as much as he wanted to be rough with her at times, he couldn't ever fully bring on the intensity. It was fine, for the most part. Love-making with Ellie was more of a sweet and sensual experience, which always felt great. The chemistry was undeniable. However, there were those times he felt he could use a rough fucking. Just pure, unadulterated, primal fucking. He was a big guy after all. Leigh-anne seemed to be more "spicy" and flat-out built better to take a good, hard dicking.
Leo was a tall and broad man, 6'3", built like a football player most told him. He had wide shoulders and big arms, which he owed to good genes and all of his years of weight training. He wasn't insanely cut like a juice-head gorilla, but he was strongly built. With all the high intensity training he was doing nowadays, he began to slim down more, focusing his efforts on stamina and toning. He had shoulder length, jet black hair, which he always wore in a ponytail. He had a full black beard that was trimmed down to a few inches - nothing too exorbitant. He also had dark honey eyes that women always told him were intense and can truly be defined as "bedroom eyes". He was more fair than Ellie, but not as fair as Leigh-anne. He had a gift for tanning well in the sun.